‘You’re such a fucking hypocrite! YOU went there to jerk off to girls your DAUGHTER’S age, and somehow I’M the one who’s in trouble?!’ Belle exclaims. ‘Watch your mouth, I’m your step-father, so why don’t you show me some damn respect!’ Joseph booms. ‘Oh, like you’re showing ME respect right now?!’ Belle challenges.
‘What did I tell you about talking back?’ Joseph barks, ignoring her words. ‘And just what am I supposed to tell your mother, hm?’ Belle retaliates by threatening to tell her mom about Joseph being at the club, though that would be admitting that she’s a stripper. No, he gloats, she’s not going to say anything, and he doesn’t have to either. ‘So, what do you say? Tit for tat?’ he adds, his eyes falling towards her chest. ‘Fine, whatever, I won’t say anything… I-I’m going to bed now,’ Belle says, anxious as she turns to hurry away. Yet, as she does, Joseph grabs her arm — not in an overly aggressive way, but enough to stop her.
‘I want my coat back,’ he states. Belle eyes him, but hurries to take the coat off after pushing his hand away. ‘No, SLOWER…’ he interjects, looking hungry. ‘Oh, my god… What the actual fuck?’ Belle gasps as it dawns on her that Joseph wants her to strip for him. ‘You don’t think I’m going to let you off THAT easy, do you, Belle? Since you’re so eager to lay it all out at the club, you may as well do it here… or do you only show your TRUE colors when there’s a tip in it for you?’
No way, Belle exclaims. Joseph decides to play up another angle now, saying that she mustn’t make much as a stripper. She defensively says that she does well enough. ‘Well enough to live out there on your own instead of leeching off me? Because, like you said, you’re 21… I don’t HAVE to be your guardian anymore.’
Belle looks more anxious now. She still eyes him with contempt, then reluctantly takes a sexy stance and slowly removes the thick jacket. ‘Okay, I’ll do it, but you’re still a fucking piece of trash.’ She reveals her sexy stripper outfit beneath, which leaves little to the imagination. As she casts aside the coat, Joseph is hooked, hungrily gazing over her tight body. He moves to the couch and sits down.
Belle is disgusted with herself, then closes her eyes to take a steadying breath. ‘Just think of him as any other customer,’ she says quietly to herself, then opens her eyes. She begins to dance. When she steps in closer and Joseph reaches up to touch her, she smacks his hand away before he makes contact. ‘That’s taking it too far,’ she protests. He says that he’ll just have to break Mom’s heart when she gets home from work, then.
Something seems to dawn on Belle at that moment. ‘You’re not going to let this go unless I fuck you, are you?’ she snaps. He pushes aside her hair and kisses the back of her neck with a twisted smile, saying, ‘Exactly.’ She shudders, reluctantly but clearly saying, okay, she’ll do it. ‘Just think of him as any other customer…’ she quietly reminds herself again before rising off his lap to go down on his cock.
Joseph has only just begun to slut-shame his stripper daughter…