“How does this feel darling? Too much pressure?” “It’s fine, dad. Actually it feels great. I’m barely feeling any pain anymore, not even sor...ness.” I’m noticing Ava is breathing more heavily too. I am feeling with growing concern that my dick is swelling up, pushing against Ava’s abdomen.This is so bad. Ava must feel my semi-hard dick by now. I am so embarrassed, but I don’t dare to say anything about that. “Dad, would you mind also massaging my lower back, my tailbone and butt? I’ve been so. All the finger play, along with the excitement of displaying my crotch inches from the faces of a bunch of horny men, had me primed for this next phase of my training as a dancer. I popped into the ladies’ room for a quick pee, and left my shorts and halter in the dressing room. When I walked, naked, back to the easy chairs I found both of my lap dance customer’s already waiting. Each lap dance was supposed to last for only one song. The customer was not supposed to put his hands on the dancer. Impossible task by the way. He definitely had a way about him that made me seemingly want to please him. Most likely it was the scare of getting my ass kicked by the thugs on the porch. Not really sure, but there had to be a way out of this. What did he mean by "I'll be in touch", I was sure I didn't want to see him again. I dried off and brushed my teeth and mouth...twice. I went to bed and tried to get some sleep; it was fitful at best.I went to work the next morning the normalcy of it helped. "Sit down babe ,ill bring supper to you","by the way","the dressing gown looks so much better on you than me",!I let out a silly girly giggle and thanked him,dinner was served. I was amused,the plated had various foods on it,not just the toast he had promised,on one side chocolate sauce,which i presumed was for my toast,g****s,strawberries and in a small dish on the side of the plate was ice.I looked up to his face as he sat opposite,he grinned,i smiled back ,"ill eat the toast".H e laughed.