In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home
Chapter 11
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"What? What's that look all about?" Lucy asks, with a well-crafted sort of obliviousness that almost makes me think she really doesn't know what the problem is.
"This is a strip-club, Lucy," sometimes, the emphasis of the obvious is my only recourse.
"Yeah?"
"You are not finding master a girlfriend here," and sometimes my foot must be put down.
"Oh, it's not like I want to fish for random strippers, there's a specific girl in there. I can practically smell her," she gestures to the establishment.
"Plenty of smells coming from there, none of them do I want near master," I cross my arms.
"Look, you wanted my help-"
"I categorically did not-"
"Let's just go, you'll thank me later," she grabs my wrist and practically drags me towards the den of degeneracy. She may look like an elf right now, but she's still noticeably stronger than one.
Master was surprisingly easy to sway. I thought it was going to take a lot of argumentation to convince him that there was any need to let Lucy out of the house, but he relented quite quickly. I know it wasn't anything Lucy said, because he sees right through her, and she's never convinced him of anything. And I know it wasn't anything I said, because, frankly, I didn't try that hard. If I was master, I would have probably said no.
But he didn't, and here we are. The only thing I can imagine is that he felt we were bonding, and he wanted to foster that. So maybe it is my fault. In any case, it's not without conditions. She must stay in the form of an elf, and not reveal her true nature. Additional wards were put in place to restrtict many of her innate magical abilities. And she was essentially put on a leash to me, unable to travel a set distance from me, and under the influence of my command. Which does beg the question as to why I keep letting her talk me into things, but that's a deeper mystery than I have time to get into, here.
"Hrmm... where is she?" Lucy asks to herself, as she scans the room.
I'm still mortified by the look we were given by the man who we paid the cover to. Like he was imagining all the filthy reasons that two little elves could be wanting into a seedy strip club. But now I have a whole new level of horror as I examine the room. I've never been in one of these, but they can't all possibly be this bad, can they?
It's not that I have anything against nude dancing, itself. There are entire elven dancing arts dedicated to enticing and entertaining human men, often for the purpose of preparing them for sex with human women. But this... this has none of the class, artistry, or respect that goes into that.
Humans may be objectively superior, but... it's a sliding scale. They aren't all like master, and no where else has it been made more clear to me. The way these men leer at these women, the way they pay for the opportunity to debase themselves by being public lechers. I won't even get into the way they treat the strippers, and certainly won't repeat anything they say. If these girls were elves or monstergirls, it might be one thing, but most of them are human. I'm deeply troubled by seeing higher beings spoken to like this, even if it is by members of their own species.
"Lucy... Lucy can we just go? This is quite possibly the most upsetting experience of my life..." I plead, having lost much of the strength to stand up to her.
"Lorelei, there she is! C'mon!" she completely ignores my plea and drags me off again, as a new girl comes out on stage.
Admittedly, she is beautiful, and stands out amongst her peers. Fair, flawless skin, no tattoos or piercings. Her breasts are clearly natural, and generous. And she moves with grace, far less vulgar than the rest. Perhaps Lucy is onto something. Maybe I was too hasty to discount her talents.
Our girl finishes her dance and retreats off stage, leaving us no closer. But before I have time to think about our next move, Lucy pulls me away again.
"Excuse me sir, we'd like to go back and meet that girl," Lucy tells the towering bouncer standing between us and backstage.
"What?" he asks, a little incredulous as he looks down at us.
"The one that was just on stage," she says, though I don't think that's what he was asking.
"Serenity?"
"That's her! We want to have a quick chat with her, that's all," she says, acting as if she's going to just walk past him.
"People in hell want ice water," I almost giggle at that, actually.
"A common misconception, but I'll let it slide if you just-"
He pushes her back.
I can see her getting agitated. She pulls me away (again).
"Lorelei, I need to you to release some of the wards on me," she begs.
"Sorry, we elves have sharp hearing, so something crazy just drowned you out - say again?"
"Don't be like that! I just need you to release my ability to charm. With that, he'll let us by, no problem," yep, still sounds crazy.
"Out of the question."
"Come on, it's the only way we'll get back there. I saw the way you looked at her. Don't tell me you don't want to see her creamy skin sliding against our master's, as he takes her in his arms and-"
"Finefinefine!" fuck, when did she get so good at manipulating me, "But it's going back on right after!"
"Deal!"
It only takes a second, and I already regret it. But true to her word, it works like a charm (heh). A few quick words, a gentle touch to his arm, and some cute giggling, and he's ready to give us whatever we want. It's actually quite scary that she has this kind of power.
The other girls ignore us, but the one we want immediately takes notice. Not sure if that's Lucy's 'charm' at work again. Does it even work on women?
She finds us utterly adorable, and is delighted that two little elves came to see her. Though surprised the bouncer let us back here. I omit any details about that. She doesn't really need to know, at least not now.
"I'm just doing this for a little while. It's not the best job, but I can't beat the money, and it's easy to work with my schedule while I go to nursing school," she tells us.
Even I know that's a cliche, but it's not necessarily untrue. I try my best to take over the talking. Lucy did her part, this is my responsibility.
I get straight to the point. Her eyes light up at the word 'master', and I'm filled with a little hope. I describe him, and her interest seems sincere.
Lucy starts to 'help' me, with all the class and diplomacy of... well of a succubus that dragged me to a strip join "...so we really just need someone to meet our master who can properly fuc-
"Date!" I interrupt her as fast as I can, "Date him. We're looking for a wholesome girl who might make a good match for our dear master. What do you think?"
"Well, ordinarily, this would come off as weird and creepy, someone trying to pick me up at work, for a man who isn't here. But you two are just so cute and friendly. I can't help but be interested," she reaches over and ruffles my hair, "And I do happen to be single. I broke up with my daddy a few months ago, and I've been wanting to find a new one."
'Daddy'.
So.
This one was a bust.
"So you didn't think that maybe, just possibly, you should have led with this one? And not the strip club?" I ask, what I think is a very relevant question.
"I don't see the big difference, really," Lucy says, shrugging.
"Between a strip club and a library? You don't see where one might be a more reputable place for meeting women, than the other?" I look at her, exasperated.
But I'm only given another shrug.
"Are... are you fucking with me?"
"Language, missy. What would master think if he knew his elf spoke like that?" she walks through the front door, and I follow after her, "Probably bring you over his knee and make your ass bright red. But then, you'd like that, wouldn't you? 'Oh master, I've been so naughty, please punish me!'"
"Shhh!" someone hushes us from a nearby reading table.
Speaking of things turning bright red. We're off to a great start.
"That's...!" I quickly lower my voice before I can be shushed again, "That's not true at all. I don't desire to be punished, and I certainly wouldn't seek out such a thing. Stop putting words in my mouth."
"No one else is putting anything in your mouth, figured I'd give it a shot," she says, a bit too loudly again.
"Shhh!" from another person.
She giggles at my obviously perturbed expression, "Lorelei, you walked right into that one, what am I supposed to do?"
I rubbed the bridge of my nose, "Just find the woman we're looking for, okay?"
"She's around here somewhere," Lucy starts looking through aisle after aisle, with me in tow.
This is a much needed change of scenery. The smell of books always makes me think of my old mistress, though, as time goes on, it is starting to remind me of master, as well.
"Isn't this nicer? No smell of cigarettes, vomit, and shame. We might even find someone respectable here," I tell her, trying to make peace.
"Lorelei likes libraries. Let me conceal my shock," she says, dismissively.
"As a matter of fact, I do. Civilized, respectful people, huge collections of recorded knowledge..."
"...Hobos coming in to bathe themselves in the bathroom sinks..."
"If there's a silver lining, you'll find that dark could, won't you?" I point out her pessimism.
"There she is!" Lucy grabs me by the shoulder and points through a gap in one of the aisles to a woman sitting at a desk, "It's her, the, uh, bookmaster, or whatever."
"You mean the librarian?"
"Yeah, whatever, nerd. That's our girl," Lucy seems legitimately excited.
I almost giggle. She looks like something out of the setup for a porn movie. The bespectacled woman with her hair tied back all messy, in an attempt to make her look uptight and bookish. Then she takes off her glasses and shakes out her hair to reveal that she's a total knockout. Then she uses her power as librarian to extort sexual favors out of a little elf girl who has returned her books late.
