Daddy-Daughter Nightclub
By Leslie Schmidt
Julia had been anxious all day. She just couldn't concentrate in class and Mrs. Robins had had to remind her to pay attention more than twice during the day. Not that it was unusual for a fourth grader to be distracted on a Friday before a long weekend. The bus wasn't there yet when the bell rang and she bounced up and down on her feet as she stood in line. She wanted to run as the yellow rocket pulled into the drive but she knew that she had to wait her turn.
She got home from the bus stop and opened the door with the house key she kept on a chain around her neck. There was a note on the kitchen table-she recognized her Daddy's printing.
Darling,
I'll be home around 5:30 and we are going to go out. Please don't eat because I'm planning to take you to a REALLY NICE restaurant. Take a bath and do up your hair real pretty, I'm bringing you home a new dress.
Love, Dad
She already knew this-that's why she had been so nervous all day. He had told her when he dropped the 10 year old off at school. She filled the tub, then stepped in. It was so neat, she felt so grown up! She carefully and luxuriously washed herself, soaping up her hair twice and then making sure that she waited the whole five minutes with the conditioner on it. Then she stood up and showered all the soap and shampoo off. She blow dried her hair and used the curling iron (she really wasn't supposed to use these when she was alone but she knew her father wouldn't be too mad) and was watching TV in a tee-shirt and panties when she heard the garage door open.
Her daddy came in through the kitchen. "Hi darling, your hair looks beautiful."
"Hi Daddy!" she jumped up and ran to him, hugging him and almost knocking the boxes he was holding to the floor. He had a shoe box, another long white box (it had to hold the dress) and a small bag.
"Come to my room and you can dress while I shower."
She followed him to his bedroom. He sat down on the bed, then handed her the shoe box.
"These first."
Julia opened the box and pushed the white tissue aside. Inside was a pair of black sandals with high stiletto heals. They were soooo awesome! She didn't own anything like them.
"Thank you Daddy!" she squealed and threw her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek.
"Go on, honey, look at the rest."
She reverently opened the clothing box. Inside was a long black evening dress. The fabric was thin and glittery-very sexy.
"OOOOoooo," she said as she lifted it out. It was what beautiful women wore out on fancy dates.
"And, lastly, you need something else," he held out the little bag.
Julia pulled out a tiny garment. At first, she didn't know what it was, then she giggled.
"Daaaaddddyyy!" she laughed, "that's nasty."
Donald took the black thong and held it up, "You have to wear these with dresses like that-else your underwear will show through.
Julia took it back. It was a tiny triangle of black fabric, no more than four inches long and two wide. Shoe string straps connected the corners.
"You get dressed while I shower and shave." Don stood up and started taking his tie off as his little girl quickly pulled her shirt off and pushed her panties down. She was trying to figure out how to put the thong on as her father started the water running in the shower.
A few minutes later he came out of the bathroom as his daughter admired herself in the mirror. The sight of her caused a tightening in his loins. The black dress looked like it just might be see through-but not quite. The back plunged down almost to her butt, the front showed the two very slight bumps that were the first stirrings of her breasts. She was a good three inches taller in the heels.
"You look beautiful dear," he said, there was maybe a little tightness in his voice.
"Thank you Daddy," she said.
She sat on the bed and watched her father shave through the doorway. She felt so grown up. 'This must be the way married couples are,' she thought. Then she realized that her daddy was naked and she blushed. She had seen him naked many times but had never thought THAT about him before. She looked away but then stole a couple of peeks at him, wondering about him....
He finished up and started to dress.
"You just need a couple last things to really make you ravishing." He went to the closet and pulled down an old jewelry box. It had been Julia's mothers. Seeing it made Julia a little sad but she forgot that when he lifted a string of tiny pearls out and held them up. After he had closed the clasp at the nape of her neck, he gave her matching earrings. Again, she felt so grown up as she stood at the mirror putting the earrings in while her father stood behind her and tied his tie.
It was a special night and they took his "real car." Julia didn't know much about cars but she knew that it was a very old luxury car from Germany-it was actually older than her dad. They drove just a few miles in the Friday rush hour traffic before stopping at the restaurant. Julia knew it, "The Golden Bull" but had never been there before. She knew it was really expensive and that her father sometimes had business dinners there. In the foyer they were met by the maitred' who knew him by name.
"Good evening Mr. Malone, I have your table ready."
"Thank you Jeffery."
"And is this lovely young lady your daughter?"
"Yes, Julia, this is Jeffery."
"Hello sir," she said. She was nervous and excited by the adult attention, she really didn't want to do anything to make her father mad.
They were ushered through the main dining room, past many very well dressed ladies and distinguished looking gentlemen, and into a smaller, more intimate room. There were only a few tables and Jeffery seated them in a corner. He held Julia's chair for her-she felt so wonderful.
Don took his jacket off, he was wearing a blue shirt and burgundy tie, and hung it on an extra chair. Julia let the shawl she had over her shoulders slip off onto the back of her chair.
"Tonight we have a roast duck with pilaf. And I'd like to recommend an excellent '93 Chardonnay. As an appetizer we have mushrooms with lobster in red wine."
"That will be wonderful, Jeffery."
"Very good, sir."
Just a few moments later Jeffery returned with the bottle and, with great flourish, removed the cork and poured a small glass for Don.
"Excellent," Don said after tasting; filled his glass, then half filled his daughters.
"Daddy, I can't drink wine here!" she whispered across the table.
"Of course you can, here and with me," Don paused as Jeffery left. "You've never had duck?" Again a pause, "Don't worry, tastes just like chicken."
Julia giggled, it was a corny joke her father made often.
The entire time in the restaurant was enchanting to the ten year old. She didn't like the mushrooms but the duck was really good. For desert they split a crape stuffed with raspberries and drizzled with chocolate. She also drank two glasses of wine and was feeling warm and a little tipsy when they left the restaurant.
"Now we're going someplace really special," Don said as he started the '54 Mercedes.
"Where?"
"It's a special club for fathers and daughters."
The drove for just a while, down residential streets lined with lovingly restored town homes, then, on a side street, he parked.
The evening was just a little bit cool as they walked two blocks. Then, next to a small neighborhood grocery, Don stopped at a dark row of buildings. There were no signs, just a heavy looking door. From his pocket he took a strange looking key and slid it into a lock on a panel next to the door on the wall. There was a load click, then he pushed the door open and let Julia in.
They were in a small dark room, lit with a bluish light. There was a small window with an attractive young lady sitting behind it. "May I see your membership card?" she asked.
Don removed the card from the inside pocket of his jacket and handed it through the slot at the bottom of the glass. The woman consulted a computer then handed the card back.
"Thank you for coming Mr. Malone, you may go in."
A buzzer sounded as the lock on the inner door made a load snap. "Thank you," Don said.
"Thank you ma'am," Julia said.
"You have a great time darling," the woman said to Julia.
They walked down a hallway, again dimly lit. There were a number of doors. At one a large man in a suit and sunglasses stood. He didn't say anything as Don handed him the card. After a cursory inspection, he broke into a wide grin. One of his teeth was gold.
"Right this way, Sir," he motioned further down the hall. The couple followed him to another door. He removed a ring of keys from his pocket, then opened the door. "Enjoy your evening."
Inside, the room was dimly lit. Most of the 30 or so tables were occupied, each with a man and a younger girl. Julia and her father were shown to a table to the left of the stage, several feet from a runway that extended out into the room. This maitred' didn't recognize her father. They sat down and, after just a couple of minutes, a waitress arrived. Julia had a surprised expression when she saw the young woman, she was wearing a fake "dickey" type tux front, the bow tie a ribbon around her neck, and a very short black dress and black leather boots which reached the middle of her thighs.
"I'd like a scotch and water, bring Julia something fruity," he said nonchalantly, not trying to let on his real rush of horniness at being confronted by the sexy teen.
"Daddy! Why is she dressed like that?" Julia hissed when the young woman walked away.
"That's the way this club is, dear," he replied.
"Hi Julia," a voice came from behind him.
Julia looked up and broke into a surprised smile. "Hi Heather!" she said.
Don turned around in his seat to face a stunning little blonde. Behind her stood her father, his hands on her shoulders.
"Daddy, this is Heather. We go to school together."
"Hello Heather," Don held out his hand, then stopped with a look of surprise. He quickly stood up, shifting his attention to Heather's father.
"Judge Mitchell, good evening sir," he said, holding his hand out to the distinguished gentleman.
Heather's father cocked his head and held out his hand, "Nice to meet you...."
"Oh, ... Donald Malone with Malone, Deacan and Stroud."
"Ah...yes, ... glad to meet you."
"I've never had the privilege to appear in your court, sir, but many of my partners have."
"Oh, well, I'm sure we'll meet again," the judge said. "Enjoy the evening."
As he led his little girl away, Julia and Heather waved. Don and Julia sat back down.
"Is she in your class?" Don asked.
"No, Daddy. She's in third grade but we were in the play at Christmas together. She was one of the elfs."
The two were silent as they looked around at the crowd. Twenty, maybe twenty-five couples, all well dressed men with their young daughters. All but one group-here a Japanese man sat with identical twins, each in long red satin evening dresses.
The waitress brought their drinks and, soon after, the lighting dropped and the stage lights came on. A well dressed man stepped up on stage with a mic. "Hello everyone, and good evening. Looking around I see many of my regular customers and also a few new ones. I expect we will have a great time here tonight. For you girls who have been here before, you know how much fun this evening will be and, for you new girls (and your daddies) I welcome you and encourage you to relax and have a great time."
"Now, to start off this evening's entertainment, as an ice breaker of sorts for you newbies, our first dance is going to be by one of our staff. This evening Martha won the straw pull, and she will be performing. Martha is in 7th grade at Collins Middle School. Her daddy isn't here this evening, he dropped her off on the way to a business dinner but will be back later. Will you all welcome Martha and enjoy the show."
By this time, Don had downed his scotch in nervous anticipation while Julia had taken a couple of sips of her margarita. From speakers on either side of the stage a sudden blast of sound, Van Halen's "Jump!" From the darkness the red headed waitress landed on stage with:
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"I get up!"
She started a very energetic dance, prancing across the stage, then out the runway. With every movement and gesture she drew the crowd in, with every "Jump!" the sound of her boots hitting the stage was a shot. Then with the second, "Go ahead and jump!" she pulled at the ribbon around her neck and the front of her dicky came free. She threw it into the audience and, now topless, continued.
The blood roared in Don's head-what he had been told about, and paid a great deal for, was true. Now, if the special ingredient in all the girl's drinks was really there....
Julia gasped at the sight of the girls developing breasts. She was totally surprised and shocked, never in her dreams had she expected this! Still, as she watched the older girl, she was intrigued. The blatant sexuality of the dance made her feel both a little embarrassed but also curious. She was also curious about the girl's small breasts, they didn't bounce a lot, still almost hard beneath nickel sized nipples. The girl, with her back to the audience and her legs straight, folded over and looked out from between her knees. Her mini rode up and Julia saw that she was wearing a red thong, just like hers. She smiled, wondering about how she would look like that.
As the last chores of "Jump" ended she released the catch at the side of the leather mini and it fell to the floor.
In the pause between songs, she stood in the light, displaying her just developing breasts, flat stomach. Her red hair just reached her shoulders, those who were close to the stage could see she had grey eyes. Her legs, still in the tall boots, made up more than half of her height, but the four inch heals did exaggerate the length of her legs.
The next song on the CD started, "Panama:"
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"Jump back, what's that sound?
Here she comes, full blast and top down
Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue
Model citizen, zero discipline"
The 13 year old marched down the runway, her heals banging.
"Ain't nothin' like it, her shiny machine
Got the feel for the wheel, keep the movin' parts clean
Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue
Got an on-ramp comin' through my bedroom"
At the end of the runway she jerked at the side of her thong and it came free.
"Yeah, we're runnin' a little bit hot tonight
I can barely see the road from the heat comin' off
You know what I'm sayin'
Ahh, you reach down put it between my legs n' ease the seat back"
The entire room closed in for Don. Everything in his peripheral vision was a fog, all he saw was the naked beauty as she pranced on stage, squatting down and spreading her knees to show off her pussy. Just a light spray of red hair, not yet long enough to curl, above her slit.
Julia felt warm and excited. She saw how much the girl enjoyed showing off to the crowd. Most of the men were frozen with awed expressions, many of the girls were dancing in their seats, a couple cheered her on.
With the last word, "Panama," the spectators started clapping, a couple of the men whistled. Martha smiled and silently said "Thank you," then reached down and picked up her discarded mini and thong, then walked back stage.
"Daddy! I can't believe she did that!" Julia said.
"Oh, but she is sooo sexy," Don replied. "This is a Daddy- Daughter Nightclub."
"I think it's kind of nasty."
"Well, watch. You'll see that the girls are having a lot of fun."
The MC stepped back up on the stage. "Ok, who's going to be our first customer to dance?"
There was a loud group of squeals as about 15 girls raised there hands and called out. The MC put his hand to his forehead, shading his eyes and surveyed the audience. After two sweeps with a dozen girls calling "Me Me!" he stopped.
"How 'bout Heather, Judge?" he asked.
The spot light shifted to Judge Mitchell's table. Heather bobbed up and down in her seat, her hands in a prayer mouthing "Please, Please" to her father. The Judge lifted his large cowboy hat off the table and put it on, then nodded. As there was an eruption of cheers and clapping, the eight year old jumped up and grabbed her father's hand, dragging him out of his seat and across the room to an empty chair sitting at the very end of the runway.
Heather seated her father, then took his hat off and placed it on the stage. She kissed his cheek, then ran off into the darkness. Next she came up the short stairs and joined the MC in the spot light.
"It's nice to see you again, Heather," he said, holding the mic out to the little blonde.
"Hi," she said, more to the audience than to him.
"You're getting to be a regular here, this will be your third, maybe fourth time up here?"
Heather sort of looked embarrassed, holding her hands together in front of her and turning side to side. "Well...." She smiled, "I don't know."
Martha arrived with more drinks, picking up the empties. She was still naked. Julia didn't know what to think. She was a little overwhelmed watching her friend on stage (she really didn't believe that she was really going to do THAT) and being confronted by the naked waitress. She was also feeling very warm and a little anxious. She had butterflies in her stomach and was a little light headed. She wasn't listening, her father reached out and pulled her over on to his lap. As the conversation ended she settled in with his familiar arms around her, leaning back against his chest.
The music started when the girl was left alone.
At first, Don didn't recognize the song. It was a slow, wistful calling, a high falsetto voice:
"I want my M...T....V..... I want my, I want my em....tee...vee...."
The eight year old made slow gyrations to the sound, then, when the electric guitar started out, she looked forward and started a more mechanical dance.
"Look at that guy, That's the way ya do it,
Ya play your guitar on MTV."
She pranced across the stage, unbuttoning the leather vest she was wearing.
"Little faggot's got his own jet air-plane,
little faggot's a millionare..."
The vest was left on the stage as she now came out the runway toward her dad.
"We got to move these microwave ovens, custom kitchen delivery...."
Her white sleeveless shirt slid down behind her, she was now topless, showing everyone her straight, boyish chest with barely visible pink nipples against white skin.
She picked up her father's hat and put it on, letting the much too big Stetson ride back on her head as she danced back down the runway.
"Maybe you get a blister on your little finger,"
She unzipped the short zipper on her hip.
"maybe you get a blister on your thumb."
The black skirt fell to the floor and she stepped out of it.
Julia made a sharp intake of breath. Heather wasn't wearing any panties, now she was naked except for the hat. She was still, very much, a little girl. She had no hips or breasts and just enough fat that the outlines of her individual ribs could not be seen. She took the hat off and held it in front of herself, covering her round pussy lips.
During the guitar solo, she stopped in front of her dad and danced behind the hat, teasing him with it, not letting him see her charms behind it. At one point, she turned around and stuck her ass in his face, wiggling it back and forth but holding the hat over it.
She faced him and squatted down, her legs spread but, again holding the hat in the way. When he did grab for it, she snatched it away, not letting him have it. She danced back up the runway, swinging her hips to the music, then turned around and returned. Now she was on her knees right in front of her father. She flared her hips, pushing her pussy toward him. Even Don was riveted when he lifted up and kissed his daughter just above her pussy slit.
As the song died down, he held his hand out and his little girl lowered herself on it, sliding the knife edge back and forth in her slit, her hands on her thighs. When the song ended, she lunged forward and was caught by her dad who, standing up, pulled her off the stage. They kissed in the silence after the dance, then he lifted the little girl back on stage.
The crowd cheered as the naked preteen walked back and picked up her discarded garments. She was met by the MC at the stairs.
"That was wonderful, Heather. You're always a surprise."
"Thank you," she giggled. Then, not saying anything more, she walked back to the table she had shared with the judge (he had returned to his seat) and sat down on his lap, facing him. She left her clothes in a pile on the table.
As the MC solicited the next volunteer, Don hugged his daughter.
"I'd like to see you dance up there," he said.
She gave him a surprised look. She thought for a moment, then thought it'd be fun. "Ok."
While the MC made his next selection, Don scribbled a quick note on a napkin then handed it to a passing waitress. The next girl was maybe 11 or 12. Under her one piece very short dress the outlines of developing breasts were clear. It was even money whether she was wearing a A or an AA cup.
The pop song, "If It's Lovin' that you Want" started and the girl started her dance.
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She was Hispanic, with olive skin and very long thick hair. She was developing hips and had a nicely rounded ass. She worked the zipper on the front of her dress down, showing a lacy red bra and, when the dress hit the floor, a matching pair of panties. She continued her dance, showing off to the crowd who cheered when she pulled one of the bra straps down off her shoulder. This girl was an experienced stripper, her bra fell away freeing her brown mounds topped with dark nipples. Next, as she came out the runway, she pulled one side of her panties down, the waist band hanging on the rise of her mons. Finally, it slipped and her almost hairless pussy was uncovered-just a shadow of dark hairs on her full pussy lips.
The panties were left behind and she slowly lowered herself to the floor, sitting down with her knees up and apart. Then there was a simultaneous intake of breath as she pushed one of her fingers along, then into, her deep slit. For the next four of five minutes the men and their little daughters watched the lovely tween masturbate. First with only one finger which she rounded her clit, then her grouped fingertips, moving her soft vulva in a circle as her nipples rose, dark cones above her tits. She leaned back on her elbow as two fingers disappeared into her vagina. She finished by laying on her back, both hands in her crotch, one rubbing her clit, the other covering the first and extending two fingers inside her. She shivered and rocked as she came, oblivious to the crowd watching her pleasure herself. As the music died, she rolled over onto her stomach, a finger still deep inside her.
The room was silent as they watched the child panting. Then she rose up onto her hands and knees, her ass towards the audience, giving a marvelous view of her clam. Slowly, laboriously, she stood up, her legs unsteady and walked off the stage.
The MC regained the spotlight, "Well, that's going to be a hard act to follow. We're going to take a short break now, the blood pressure in here's high enough that a few heads are about to explode. Then we're going to have a nice treat, we have a newbie with us tonight that wants to take the plunge."
The lights came back up. "He's talking about you, dear," Don said to Julia.
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