A YOUNG SUCCUBUS NAMED DELICIA by Michel Poulin - HTML preview

CHAPTER 2 – A WELL EDUCATED AND DIRTY-MINDED GIRL

13:18 (Paris Time)

Friday, September 04, 1936

Mille-et-Une Nuits Cabarets

Sixth Arrondissement, Paris, France

‘’MOTHER, I’M BACK!’’

Attracted by the call from Mélanie coming from the front entrance, Marie Laurent walked out of the kitchen, where she had been reviewing her reserves of fine cold cuts, pâtés and cheese meant for her customers, meeting her adopted daughter in the large front lounge serving as the cabaret show room. She took the time to hug and kiss on the cheeks her adopted daughter, who was growing up at an astounding rate and who, at the official age of nearly thirteen (in reality nine), already stood a good 170 centimeters, taller than Marie, and now sported size 36C breasts. She then looked at the fishnet bag Mélanie was carrying. Marie was not surprised to see that the bag contained three fairly large books. While Mélanie didn’t look one bit like what you would call a bookworm, she was actually fond of reading and learning about a wide variety of subject, aided in that by a very high I.Q. and an excellent memory. Since Marie had believed from the start that sending Mélanie/Delicia to a school for her education, where she would be close to a large number of boys, would be a recipe for a social disaster and endless scandals, she had decided to pay for a few private tutors for her: one for sciences; one for history and literature; one for music, singing and dancing and one for grammar, writing and languages. Mélanie had accepted that solution and had then made fast progresses which had stunned her teachers. When passing the various end-of-school-year exams mandated to officially graduate in year level, Mélanie had basically aced all of them…except the ones about religion. Marie had not been surprised one bit about that, as she fully realized that the core beliefs of her adopted daughter could not possibly be more contrary to what was taught in French schools, as Catholicism was the official religion of the country, with its dogmas and scriptures being the basis of religious teaching in France. If studying religion in a normal French class, Mélanie would probably have ended up being repeatedly slapped on her fingers with a stick, following

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which she would have probably knocked out cold the nun or priest who would have hit her. While Mélanie’s character was quite even and even easygoing at times, provoking her was never a good idea, due to her incredible strength for a girl. Paul Dujardin, the doorman, had once challenged in jest Mélanie to an arm-wrestling match, only to be stunned by her strength when he had nearly lost against her, despite being himself a very strong man. Also, a boy older than her and who was known as a local bully had made the mistake of trying to fondle her against her will at a street corner and had ended up in hospital with a broken jaw and broken ribs. When the father of that boy had tried to place a complaint against Mélanie, he and his son had ended up being the laughing stock of the arrondissement.

‘’So, what books did you buy today, Mélanie?’’

Her adopted daughter first took out the three books, to show them to Marie, before answering her.

‘’Books on Oriental religions and philosophies, plus one book on Satanism. Don’t worry about the latter one, Mother: I am sure that it will end up being like a comedy for me rather than a serious reading book. What Humans think and believe about Demons and Hell is so far from the truth that any Demon would laugh at it.’’

‘’Oh?! So, what would be the truth about Hell, Mélanie?’’

‘’Er, you don’t want to know, Mother.’’ replied the teenager before going up to her room, leaving Marie to ponder her answer.

18:49 (Paris Time)

Monday, September 07, 1936

Mélanie’s bedroom, Cabaret Mille-et-Une Nuits

Mélanie, who was getting ready to go down to the show room in order to dance for the Cabaret’s customers, was surprised when Marie entered her bedroom, then locked the door behind her before walking towards her.

‘’Mother, why did you lock the door? Shouldn’t you be getting your staff ready for our daily opening?’’

‘’They are doing just that, Mélanie. What I want to do now is to talk with you.’’ That brought at once an air of frustration on Mélanie’s face.

‘’You’re not again going to try to convince me not to strip and then bed your customer, do you, Mother?’’

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‘’Yes, I am, Mélanie! Please listen to me. I know that you officially turned thirteen today, which now makes you in theory legally able to have sex with men. However, understand that this legal minimum age of consent for girls was meant to avoid cases of abuse and forced marriages with teenagers. It is not meant to allow young girls to prostitute themselves once they are thirteen. You having sex now may be theoretically legal but it would still be looked at very negatively by most people and may in fact severely impact the business of this cabaret. Think about that, please, Mélanie.’’ Mélanie did take a moment to think about Marie’s argument. To her dismay, she had to concede that her argument was correct. Now not knowing what to do next, she did ask a question in return.

‘’What if I have sex only with boys close to my age, like thirteen or fifteen-year-old boys? What if a father wishes for his son to learn about girls in a controlled environment like your cabaret?’’

This time, it was the turn of Marie to scratch her head.

‘’Uh, I don’t know, Mélanie: I never thought about that.’’

‘’Then, let’s make a deal, Mother, as I must tell you that, for a Succubus like me who is not allowed to have sex regularly, is like torture. Tonight, I will only dance and strip but will not bed your customers or let them touch me, unless a father shows up with his teenage son. On your part, discretely ask your regular customers about what they think about this. We could then discuss this after closing time.’’

‘’Sounds like a fair deal to me, Mélanie. So, what will you be wearing tonight, my dear daughter?’’

‘’Tonight, I will honor our cabaret by doing belly dancing and stripping while wearing an outfit worthy of the Nights of Arabia.’’

To Mélanie’s disappointment, no adult customer took on the offer of bringing in their teenage sons in order to ‘teach them about girls’, while the canvassing done by Marie found out quickly that involving Mélanie in actual sex acts while she was still a young teenager would widely be regarded as inappropriate, not to say other, harsher words. Mélanie, being intelligent enough to accept reality, thus limited herself to perform strictly in the show room, dancing, singing and looking as sexy and tempting as she could to the customers while not letting them touch her. However, even those limitations on her performing acts were enough to attract many new customers, thus helping significantly her mother’s business during the following months and years.

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