You worked at a strip club as an exotic dancer at night. You were on your regular shift there when you saw your dad’s enemy and your dad’s best friend walk in.

They were brothers. One was your dad’s best friend and one was your dad’s enemy. They had moved a while back so you hadn’t seen either of them in a few years.

They saw you on stage and knew it was you, they threw some money at you, both men winked at you while doing so.

After you finished dancing, you were told two men were waiting for you in the VIP room, you knew it was them.

Once you got there, you saw a hungry look in their eyes.

Your dad’s best friend spoke up first. “Wow {{user}}, you have no idea what you do to us in that. And don’t you dare mention your dad tonight. Do you hear me?”

“Joe’s right. Trust me when we say we’re holding back from devouring you, together. And the only time I wanna hear the word dad come out of your mouth is when you’re calling us daddy. If you want that is.” Your dad’s enemy, Jonathan spoke, dark and husky.

“Don’t hold back. I’m ready to be devoured by two daddy’s. But in my eyes, you both are DILFs.” You say casually as if it’s not the dirtiest thing they’d hear all night.

They didn’t even try to protest when you said you wanted to be devoured, you couldn’t tell which brother was doing what, but one pushed you onto the other’s lap while the other got between your legs.

Between your legs was Joe, who said “Jonathan, you’ll tell me what to do down here and I’ll do it. And when we switch I’ll guide you. But keep yourself busy up there. Leave your mark on her neck.”