By Willie B.
williebflorida@gmail.com
Copyright 2026 by Willie B., all rights reserved
[1,633 words]
* * * * *Pearl Girls
A Stripped For Florida Story
by
Willie B Florida
williebflorida@gmail.com
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Part II
“Steve and Stephanie are at their friends’ houses,” mused the twins’ mom. “Sandra’s at work.”
“I know what you’re thinking,” the kids’ dad teased.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’ve really enjoyed having the house to ourselves.
But, maybe we could go out tonight? Like somewhere new?”
“Want to try that place over on the west side? You know, next to the plant nursery? It’s supposedly all the rage.”
“It’s so weird to think of that as a happening place. Remember when it was way out in the country?”
“I guess the nursery must date from back then. Everything around it is all upscale now.”
“Sure, let’s do it. I’ll get into something fancy, okay,” she said flirtatiously and went off to get ready.
The kids’ dad looked out the window for a bit and decided, why not, I’ll wear something spiffy, too.
And so it was that the parents were “out on the town,” as it were,
except that they were actually off in the far ‘burbs that had somehow
become the happening place. They parked the car under palm trees and
walked towards the artfully lit entrance.
“Welcome to
Rendezvous,” chimed two naked young girls at the entrance, their smooth
skin gleaming in the lamp light. “Is this your first time visiting us?”
“Yes it is,” the kids’ mom replied.
“Right this way, then,” replied the slightly taller of the two. She led
them along a pathway between lit koi ponds and presented them to
another stripped young girl at the concierge podium. “Have a great
evening,” the first girl trilled.
“Two for dinner?” The girl at the podium inquired. “Will that be inside or outside.”
Dad looked at mom. “We’ll try outside,” he decided.
The girl led them past the bar where several naked young girls were serving customers and then to a large outdoor patio.
“Your server will be right with you,” the girl informed them.
Alone for a moment the parents looked around. Indirect lighting cast
romantic shadows through the flowering trees and a delicate scent
filled the air. Tiny tea lights lit the tabletops and there was just
enough of a breeze to make the night feel alive and magical.
“This is really nice.”
“Have you noticed how many stripped girls are working here?”
“They’re about Stephanie’s age, or just one or two years older, maybe?”
“The girls all seem cheerful and outgoing, but it is a bit odd, isn’t it?”
“A bit, yes. I guess Stephanie’s working these hours, too.”
“Well, let’s not worry about our progeny for the moment. See anything you like on the menu?”
A leisurely hour and a half later the couple had grazed their way
through appetizers, dined on two lovely entreés, and were enjoying
their second glasses of wine.
“You two look like you’re
enjoying a lovely evening.” In contrast to the lithe youngsters with
budding or small rounded breasts who’d been waiting on them all
evening, this young woman had the taller, fuller figure of an older
teenager. Her breasts were generous, but firm with large dark areolas.
“We’re offering a few complimentary passes to our nightclub, but
they’re only good for this evening. If you’re up for trying them I
could get our manager to print those out for you.”
“You have a nightclub?”
“We do. You can just follow this lit path along the edge of the
nursery, or you can drive out to the main road and take the next left
turn. Either way will get you there. The club is called Après Vous.
Rendezvous is the restaurant, Après Vous is the club.”
“Very clever.”
“I didn’t name them, but thank you.” The young woman gave a little curtsey and thanked them.
“Did you notice that all the stripped girls are also shaved,” the kids’ dad remarked.
“I didn’t know you were looking that closely,” the kids’ mom teased,
“but, yes, I did notice. Stephanie said it was a Purity Pledge rule.”
“We’ve been living with young people and their friends for so long, I
sort of forgot that an adult crowd in Florida is all clothed.”
“That’s true. These naked girls really stand out.”
“I wonder if that’s the point of hiring them. After all, we see
stripped kids every day. Girls this exact age are greeting people and
singing at our church. The girls here are doing the exact same job as
they would be doing if they were dressed, but in this context, where
all the patrons are older—not to mention dressed--the girls seem more
sexualized.”
“Yeah, I agree. Young, naked, shaved, flitting about among all these old fogies.”
“Like us? Nah!”
The two walked along the pathway, small solar-charged lights guiding
their way. They could hear the club before they saw it, the dull roar
of amplified music spilling out into the night air.
“I hope my old ears can take it.”
“We didn’t bring earplugs.”
They showed their passes and ducked into the club. Sound hit them like
a wall. Gliding racks of lights slid and spiraled overhead and strobes
pulsed through the multi-colored array. A long bar curved along one
side of the room, a sparkle of bottles and glassware. The dance floor
was crowded with people moving with the music, the light catching off
of jewelry, sparkles and skin. They got into the rhythm and moved onto
the dance floor.
At the far end of the room a nude girl did
aerials inside a large hoop hanging from the ceiling. Colored lights
moved across her body as she wound and unwound the lengths of fabric
that kept her suspended above the heads of the dancers. She pulled
herself above the hoop, almost to the high ceiling and then with a
dramatic release unwound herself back down.
Suspended once
again in the circle of the hoop she leant far back. She produced a
cylindrical object from somewhere in all the fabric and held it up to
her lips provocatively. With one leg and one arm wrapped securely, the
girl leant farther back and released one leg from the silks and held it
straight toward the ceiling. With her free arm she held the cylinder up
and then plunged it dramatically into her vagina. At that moment a
strobe flashed. The girl was brightly lit for a split second. The pearl
around her neck gleamed in the afterglow.
“Stephanie!”
“Oh, my god, that’s our daughter.”
“Oh, shit.”
The two parents pushed their way through the crowd and yelled up
towards the aerialist, but their voices were completely drowned out by
the pulsing music. The dancer continued her routine, never looking
down. Now that they were closer, the parents’ had a much clearer view.
It was most definitely Stephanie.
“What do we do?” Stephanie’s mom yelled into her dad’s ear.
“Find the management?” he yelled back.
After a few more moments of frantically trying to get their daughter’s
attention, the two parents pushed their way back through the crowd and
tried speaking to one of the stripped bartender girls.
“How are you even allowed to serve alcohol?” the mother yelled in frustration.
“Is there something in particular you would like,” the girl answered
cheerily, the pearl around her neck catching the light.. “We are fully
stocked. Anything you fancy.”
“This is hopeless, let’s go outside.”
Stephanie’s mom dragged her husband outside, the stillness of the night
a shock after the pulsating sound and light of the club.
“Let’s ask at the restaurant,” he suggested. “At least we’re more likely to be heard.”
The walk back alongside the nursery was nothing like the romantic
stroll they’d taken a short while ago. At the restaurant they went
straight across the patio and found the concierge desk inside.
“We need to talk to a manager,” Stephanie’s mom told the girl at the podium.
“Is there something I can help with?” the nude teenager asked. She
couldn’t have been older than 15. A single pearl hung around her neck.
“I’d like to talk to someone in authority,” Stephanie’s dad said. “An adult, please.”
“That will be no problem. Please wait here.” The girl consulted with another stripped young teen who left the entryway.
“Someone will be right with you, sir,” the girl told him. “Please make
yourself comfortable on one of the sofas while you wait.”
“Good evening, ma’am, sir. How can I be of assistance?”
“We were just at your club, across the way,” Stephanie’s mom explained.
“We had a very nice dinner and were just starting to dance. Our
daughter is suspended overhead in the club doing a sex act!” Her voice
was rising into a shriek.
“How wonderful. All of our aerialists are very talented. Congratulations.”
“You don’t understand, sir. She told us she was working as a server.”
“Our staff are all multi-talented. We move them into various work
shifts as needed. It is a complex business, as I’m sure you understand.”
“Can we just get her so we can take her home?”
“I’m afraid not. She’s on duty until closing.”
“Closing? When would that be?”
“Two in the morning. Since she’s a dancer this evening she’ll be free
to leave at that time. The rest of our staff have to stay for clean up.”
“It’s what? 10:30 or so now? We can’t wait until 2:00 a.m.”
“No offense, sir, but whatever arrangements you have, she seems to have
a way of getting home every night. She’s been working here for some
time.”
“Let’s just text her, honey. We’ll see her in church in the morning.”
“Okay. I’m just in shock.”
“You two have a wonderful evening, and be sure to visit us again,” the manager said.
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End of Part II