The Prancing Unicorn (closed)

[nymphonadia]

Sofie frowned at the neighborhood as the bus rode through the city. It wasn't exactly the best area, but she was determined to keep an open mind. The ad had said pretty girls could earn over 500 dollars a night dancing, and she was willing to pass through a shady neighborhood for that kind of money. For that kind of money, she could uber to work and back and still put away enough to make spring break in a couple weeks.

She pulled the cord and the bus stopped in front of a dingy looking building with a neon sign that said it was the Prancing Unicorn. It also said it was a Gentlemen's Club, which was a big relief. She certainly wouldn't want to go to a club where they weren't gentlemen.

She pushed the door open and for a moment, she stood there. The place was so dark she could hardly see. Then she saw another doorway at the end of a short corridor. She walked to it and opened it.

Sofie was a pretty blonde freshman at the local college, and she had seen the ad posted on the college's jobs site. She had never imagined it would be for a strip club, but there was a woman in her underwear dancing slowly to the music that was playing. Sophie knew she was prettier, had a better body, and was probably about half her age.

She wanted to go to Spring Break, but did she want to go badly enough to work at a place like this? She bit her lip, trying to decide, but before she could make up her mind, someone noticed her.

 

[cgraven]

Claude DeLoup watched as young blonde entered the Prancing Unicorn She was a fresh faced young beauty, eighteen possible nineteen, with a peaches and cream complexion and that sweet naïve innocence about her he knew his customers would eat up. He could see that she was nervous and that this was far from what she had expected. He smiled as the young girl blushed and turned on her heel.

“Are you looking for a job Miss?”

His tone was respectful, as he stood and neatly cut off Sophie’s avenue of retreat.

I’ll wager you saw our job advertisement at your college student union.”

DeLoup extended his hand to the shocked young beauty.

“My name is Claude DeLoup I am the owner and manager of the Prancing Unicorn………….”

He looked Sophie up and down as he evaluated her youth, her beauty, and just how innocent she might be.

“We are looking for both waitresses and dancers of course it is our dancers that can make $500.00 dollars a night, waitresses about $100.00 with tips……….”

Claude paused for a moment a bemused smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“…and your name Miss?”

 

[nymphonadia]

She stopped short when he stood up, and started to step around him when he asked if she was looking for a job. She hesitated, her hand still out, reaching for the door, but his tone surprised her. He didn’t sound like a creep or a thug. He sounded nice, actually.

She looked at him and found herself smiling. He was older, but handsome, and well dressed. He was in decent shape and had an exotic look that made her wonder. He could be black or Hispanic, or Asian for all she could tell. His accent was slight, and as hard to pin down as his race, but she couldn’t help finding it attractive.

“I was, I did, yes,” she said. A heartbeat later, she realized she probably didn’t make any sense. “I was looking for a job. I saw the ad and… yes, that’s why I’m here. I didn’t realize….” She didn’t realize that it was a strip club, and that she couldn’t possibly work there. She couldn’t tell him that without being rude, though. He owned the place, and he was being so polite. He couldn’t be that bad. So she gave him her hand.

“I’m Sophie,” she said. “Sophie Watson.”

She looked up at the woman on the stage, who was grinding with a bored look on her face for a couple of guys. Their backs were to her, so she couldn’t see their faces, but they could have been asleep from their posture. Five hundred dollars a night? She could make a hundred waiting tables anywhere, but she wasn’t going to make as much as she needed to get to spring break if she was only making a hundred dollars a night, not unless she worked every night.

“So, the five hundred dollars,” she said. “That’s just for dancing, right?”

 

[cgraven]

“I was, I did, yes,……. I was looking for a job. I saw the ad and… yes, that’s why I’m here. I didn’t realize….”

Sophie stammered as she blushed the most delightful shade of pink as demurely held out her hand and introduced herself to DeLoup.

“You did not realize that the Prancing Unicorn was a Gentleman’s Club Watson.”

A charming smiled bowed Claude DeLoup’s lips as he took the young coed’s hand in both of his, his thumb sensually brushed over the back of Sophie’s hand. He was pleased that she did not run but rather so sweetly asked

“So, the five hundred dollars,…………..That’s just for dancing, right?”

Oh how delightfully innocent this little beauty was. As Claude captured Sophie’s gaze, her sapphire blue eyes demurely dropping from his dark eyes

“Excuse me for just a moment.”

Claude still held the young coed’s hand as he turned to the dancer on the stage.

“Thank you Miss La Rue but you aren’t quite what we are looking for in our dancers.”

DeLoup returned his attention to the naïve little coed.

“You can earn up to $500.00 a night Miss Watson between salary and tips and yes it is just for dancing…….”

DeLoup paused for just a heartbeat not giving the young coed time to think.

“…………of course the more our customers like you the more you make. Like most Gentleman’s Clubs we do offer private dances, but that is up to you Miss Watson.”

DeLoup conducted the interview in a very businesslike manner and yet gave Sophie little time to think or ask questions.

“ Jake Put on some music…………..Miss Watson let’s see you dance.”

De Loup’s hands closed around Sophie’s trim little waist as he lifted her up on to the stage as if she were as light as a feather. Claude let Sophie just dance through the first song. When the second song began he casual told the blushing young coed.

“I want you to dance and strip down to your waist and dance topless for me Miss Watson.”

 

[nymphonadia]

The way he held her hand made her heart beat faster, and she stared at him in wonder as he leaned over and kissed it. It was such a sweet, romantic gesture, it completely changed the way she saw the situation. He was obviously a kind gentleman, he obviously thought she was worth pursuing. Even if it was just because he wanted her to work for him, it was flattering. After all, this was a man who had beautiful women undressing around him all the time, but he wanted her.

Then he dismissed the woman on stage. Just like that, and Sophie couldn't help thinking it was because he'd found someone better. Her. She flushed, with pride this time as well as embarrassment, but there was really no time to think. Before she knew what was happening, he was lifting her onto the stage.

The lights were hot, and she could barely see beyond the edge of the stage. She knew he was still there, and the other men, and for a moment she was paralyzed. The music started playing, some old guitar rock from before she was born. She stood there, fidgeting nervously, breathless. She thought she should get out of there. It was happening too fast and she was so afraid. What kind of person would she be if she did this? But the thought of five hundred dollars kept coming back, and Claude's exotic smile and gentle touch kept her standing there.

The first verse was over before she started to move. At first she just nodded her head to the beat, and then she began to sway her body. She was awkward and clumsy, but soon she was dancing. She even tried to make it sexy, grinding her hips, but she was so hesitant and shy. She was blushing fiercely, and when the song ended, she breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Then the second song started, and he told her he wanted her to dance topless. She nodded her head and began to move, a little less awkwardly now. This was a new song, one she knew, and she let herself dance like she was at a party, instead of on stage at a strip club. It took her until the song was half over before she brought her hands up to her top, and undid the hooks that held it up.

Her breasts spilled out, firm and round, jiggling as she swayed her hips in time to the music. For a moment she covered them with her hands, but then she held her arms up over her head and began to turn, rocking her hips, swinging her head, showing her body off. She couldn't believe she was doing it, but she badly wanted to get the job.

 

[cgraven]

Claude DeLoup loved that little girl lost look as Sophie hesitated, before slowly beginning to dance. She was so adorably awkward and blushed a dark sensual shade of pink as she tried to dance the way she thought a stripper would yet her very awkwardness made her a terribly seductive young lady. As the second song began Sophie was visibly relaxing as she danced, her movements on stage became more natural, and they were possessed of an erotic, natural, fluid grave that Claude found seductively sensual. This young coed was sweet shy, and a stunning young beauty apparently ignorant of how beautiful she truly was.

Claude could see that Sophie was becoming lost in the music. He watched as her blouse slid from her shoulders, her delicate fingers slipping the catch of her bra. DeLoup smiled his approval as the girl’s firm young breasts came into view. He loved the way she lifted her hands over her head, thrusting her breasts up and out as if she was offering them to all who watched her. One of the men watching from the edge of the stage crooked his finger beckoning Sophie over as he held up a $20.00 dollar bill. DeLoup could see that she was lost not sure what to do.

“Go over to him and kneel before him Miss Watson.”

The man tucked the twenty in to the waist band of Sophie’s skirt.

“Dance for him Miss Watson.”

The other man soon held up a twenty beckoning Sophie over. As the song ended Claude DeLoup applauded her performance.

“Very nice Miss Watson.”

It was then that the third song began to play. DeLoup let the young coed dance for a moment or two before casually saying,

“Remove your skirt and panties now Miss Watson.”

Apparently he wanted her to dance naked before them.

 

[nymphonadia]

Hre top had barely hit the stage when a man held up a twenty dollar bill, and she strutted towards him. Following Claude’s orders, she knelt on the edge of the stage and let him slip the money into the waist of her skirt. She stood up and swayed her hips, giving the man what she guessed he wanted, and then the other man held up another twenty.

Forty bucks in the length of a song, and the place was almost empty!

When the next song began, she rolled her eyes. It was one of those hip hop songs that everyone liked but just sounded like a guy bragging to her. Still, she moved to the beat, and glanced to Claude to see what he thought. He told her.

She only hesitated for a moment, and then she walked to the middle of the stage where her shirt had fallen, and dropped the two twenties on it. She wriggled her hips as she slipped off her skirt. She blushed a little, the little pink panties with white hearts on them looked terribly girlish, and she stripped them off in a flash. She was naked then, except for her shoes, a pair of simple flats she had worn, not realizing what she would be doing. Her pussy was shaved smooth, and as she danced she couldn’t help looking at the men by the stage. Did they think she was sexy? Did they want her? She hoped so, and then she turned her back to shake her bare ass at them.

 

[cgraven]

“Remove your skirt and panties now Miss Watson.”

Claude DeLoup watched as Sophie blushed scarlet only hesitated for a moment, wriggled her hips as she slipped out her skirt. That sweet little scarlet blush turned crimsoned as the young coed stood there in her decidedly little girl tiny pink panties with their white hearts. DeLoup was pleased that her sweet little pussy was shaved, bared, smooth, not a single golden blonde hair to hide her naked perfection from the openly gawking men as she danced. Apparently the young coed couldn’t help looking at the men by the stage. DeLoup hid his smile for he could see that this stunning young beauty was wondering if these men desired her. The little stolen side long glances as if she was seeking his approval at her performance.

“Very nice Miss Watson………”

His voice flat business like and reminiscence of when he had summarily dismissed Miss La Rue moments before.


“Jerry put on something slow and sexy for Miss Watson.”

His face was unreadable when he turned to Sophie.

“Seduce me Miss Watson show me how really sexy you can be Sophie!”

It was the first time DeLoup had used her first name instead of Miss Watson .

 

[nymphonadia]

Seduce him? Show him how sexy she could be?

Sophie froze, standing naked on the stage as the slow, sultry song began to play. How the hell was she supposed to be any sexier than naked? She looked around. The other men by the stage seemed to think she was plenty sexy enough. She took a deep breath, and turned away. She walked across the stage, her feet falling in time to the music, her bare ass swaying.

She paused, biting her lip, and tried to think. What did he want her to do? She looked over her shoulder at him, and she knew she had to get this right, and she began to rock her hips to the music, in slow circles. There was an unmistakable heat growing between her thighs, and she couldn’t help reaching down to cover her pussy with her hand. Then she turned back to the front of the stage, stalking towards the men who were staring at her.

For a moment, she tried to imagine what they wanted to do to her, and she shivered at the thought. Still, when she reached them, she sank to her knees, and then leaned forward. She crawled towards Claude DeLoup on her hands and knees, not taking her eyes off of him, and when she reached the edge of the stage, she began to swing her head side to side, her whole body bending and rocking. She pushed upright again, still kneeling, still rocking her hips, nd ran her hands up and down her body, as if she were showing it off for him.

 

[cgraven]

“Seduce me Miss Watson show me how really sexy you can be Sophie!”

The words had slipped smoothly from Claude DeLoup’s lips. He was pleased at the young coed’s momentary hesitation at his latest demand. The way her soft sweet eyes darted from man to man to confirm that she was indeed being sexy. Yet it was when those sweet sexy eyes met DeLoup’s that Sophie turned as she slowly began to move with the beat of the music. Like a young tigress she came to him her movements’ fluid, graceful, as this stunning young beauty fell to her hands and knees and crawled to him. His dark eyes held the young coed’s as her head lulled side to side in time with the music. One moment her shimmering golden hair hiding her angelic, the next that heavenly face bared to them.

DeLoup watched Sophie, apparently passively, and unaffected by her sensual little performance until this stunning young beauty slowly rose to her knees before him. It was when the innocent young coed slowly, sensually, and seductively began to slide her hands up her gorgeous young body, cupping her pert young breasts, running her splayed fingers down over her quivering flat abdomen, as if showing him all her youthful charms, as if tempting him to sample those delicious charms. Sophie’s luscious young body swayed seductively to the sensual beat of the music, and DeLoup gave her an encouraging little smile of approval.

Claude DeLoup was tempted to demand that this young beauty now masturbate for him on stage, but he decided not to push this stunning young beauty to far on her first day. Instead he just smiled into her soft sweet eyes as yet another sultry song began to play. As the music built in intensity DeLoup waited to see what this shy young coed would do now as he left her to her own devices.