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It was getting close to midnight on a Friday night. I had been out with a couple of friends shooting pool. They decided to call it a night but I wasn't quite ready to turn in yet. After all it's not often that I get to stay out past *quot;curfew*quot; but since my wife, Heather, had taken the kids up to visit Grandma for the weekend, I could let my hair down for once. Except it had been so long since I'd been out like this that I didn't really know what to do after my friends left.

I had been driving around aimlessly for a while when I saw the sign for a gentlemen's club. It had been years since I had been to a strip club, but what the hell I tell myself. I'll just go in for a couple drinks, enjoy the scenery maybe even get a lap dance and then go home a jerk myself off. My wife'll never know. It's not cheating; it's just highly interactive porn.

After paying the cover charge, finding a seat and flagging down a waitress, I sat back and started surveying the talent. It was a crowded night, but the club had plenty of girls working. I could feel my cock getting semi-hard through my slacks as I watched the girls dance on stage, and thanks to some of the friendlier dancers roaming hands as they tried to convince me to go into the VIP room with them. I'd tip them or buy them a drink, but something was holding me back from giving in to get a dance from any of them so far.

That's when I noticed her, gliding across the main stage as a new song started. *quot;Gentlemen!! Joining us on the main stage...Angela!*quot; She had a tight, athletic body with long dark hair. Smaller tits, but long legs and an amazing ass. As she spun around the pole, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was so sexy and almost familiar. I just figured that that was because she was definitely my type. I walked up to the main stage with some singles to tip her with. She crawled across the stage towards me, the strobe lights and her hair obscuring her face. As she came up to me, I saw the flash of recognition and fear on her face and immediately recognized her, our babysitter Caitlin. She awkwardly took the money and moved on to another tipper. I tried to stammer something to her but the words came out in an embarrassing garble.

I went back to my seat and downed my beer to a stream of frantic thoughts. Holy shit what if she tells my wife. Holy shit she was amazing looking. What the hell do I do now? Just leave and hope she pretend this never happened? Try and talk to her and explain? apologize? What the hell do I do? After a few seconds I started to calm down. As the second song of her set started, I noticed she kept nervously looking over to where I was seated. She was just as freaked out by this as I was. Oddly, that made me feel better. I also realized that I couldn't stop watching her dance. Seeing her slide across the stage. konyaaltı escort Watching her shake her small firm tits and that incredible ass. Caitlin had been our favorite babysitter for years. Since she was in high school, I had watched her grow up and while I had *quot;known*quot; she had grown up into a beautiful young woman; I hadn't fully realized how sexy she was until now.

Realization set in. Caitlin was our favorite babysitter. The kids loved her. But over the past few months, she was only available to sit on weeknights. She had told us that she was working with a catering company on the weekends to help earn extra money for school. Some *quot;catering*quot; company.

Her set on the main stage ended and I knew she'd be walking the floor to try and get VIP dances soon. Luckily I was seated near the door the dancers were using to get backstage, so I knew I'd get a chance to see her when she came out. Sure enough, after a few minutes I saw her. She tried avoiding eye contact with me but as she walked but, I reached out and lightly touched her arm. *quot;Caitlin, please just talk to me for a second?*quot;

Timidly, she sat down in one of the chairs at my table. Then almost on the verge of tears she blurted out *quot;Oh God, Mr. Simmons, please don't tell your wife or my mom that you saw me here.*quot;

I reached over and put my hand on her knee. *quot;Caitlin, it's ok,*quot; I told her, *quot;I don't want my wife knowing I was here either so we both want to keep this quiet.*quot;

I could see the relief on her face once she realized that I had as much incentive to keep my mouth shut as she did. The waitress showed up and asked if we wanted another drink. At this point I definitely needed one and as Caitlin leaned forward to ask for a vodka