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   Family Strip Club:

   Doctor Elizabeth Sterling had seen her last patient for the day.  The
psychiatrist was organizing the papers on her desk and getting ready to go
home for the day when her door opened.

   "Um, Dr.  Sterling?" her receptionist said, looking anxious.

   "Yes, Alicia?" Elizabeth tried not to give her a pained look, even
though the business day was over and she was tired.

   "Um, Mayor Jean is here to see you."

   "Mayor Jean?" Elizabeth sat back in her chair, then quickly thumbed
through her smart phone daily planner.  "Did she have an appointment?"

   "No, Dr.  Sterling, she, um, just walked in and said that she wants to
talk to you."

   `What the hell does Mrs Jean Moore, Mayor of Climax, want with me?'
Elizabeth thought, sitting back in her chair and sighing with annoyance.

   Mayor Jean was in her forties, not married and no kids but that didn't
seem to affect her standing in the valley and she was in her third term. 
Her administration worked hard to bring economic prosperity to Climax plus
she and the other Mayors around the country had done a lot in terms of
bringing sex work from out of the shadows and made it something that women
and girls could be proud of.  She was instrumental in getting national laws
passed that allowed women and girls to keep the money they made through sex
work.  One such law prohibited the male members of the family from taking
money that the female members of the family had earned.

   An important part of the her job was to oversee and manage the strip
joints, whorehouses, massage parlours, and sex shops in the city of Climax.
A lot of people called her "Chief Pimp" when either addressing her or in
correspondence but Mayor Jean didn't seem fazed by it.

   "Should I show her in?" Alicia said timidly.  Dr Sterling was a woman of
strict routine and anything that disturbed the organised pattern of her day
tended to irritate her, especially today: her husband had been laid-off for
six months now and she needed to get home so that they could talk about the
continuing financial consequences of him being laid-off and her as the sole
bread winner.

   "Yes, yes, show her in," Elizabeth snapped.

   A smiling woman walked confidently into the office carrying a briefcase.
"Doctor Sterling, so glad you could see me on such short notice," she said
brightly, "and especially so late in the day."

   She smiled as she extended her hand and Elizabeth rose from her desk and
shook it briefly.  "To what do I own this visit?"

   "May I?" The Mayor waved at the chair in front of the desk.

   "Oh, yes, please," Elizabeth said as she sat down.

   "Well, doctor, as you know, part of my responsibilities is managing the
various clubs and strip joints around the city." Elizabeth nodded her head.
"School is starting again and we are ramping up our sex operations around
the city.  My office is busy recruiting and hiring women for positions at
the whorehouse, Young Girl club, even some of the male clubs.  "

   Elizabeth squirmed in her seat but didn't say anything.  She knew that
the Mayor had done a lot for the women in the community but her role as
`Chief Pimp' had always made her feel uncomfortable.  At the start of each
school year the Mayor's office recruited willing women over the age of
seventeen to fill the vacancies in the clubs and such.  That meant Mayor
Jean had to recruit women into the sex trade which, as far as Elizabeth was
concerned, made her and other female Mayors around the country, pimps.

   "One of the more popular clubs is the Family Strip Club," the Mayor
continued.

   Elizabeth nodded, her professional concerns rising: yes, she was seeing
several women at her practice who had worked at the club last school year
but weren't any more.  These women had self-esteem issues, lacked
confidence in their personal life and some of them had been body-shamed by
other female workers at the club.

   "So you're looking for women to fill the vacancies?" she asked, trying
to keep the disapproval out of her voice.  She felt very uncomfortable: her
female patients worked hard for their money but with the sex trade came
mental health issues.

   "Well, no, we don't seem to have a problem filling vacancies at the
club. It's a very popular club as you know and the mothers and daughters
who work there make a lot of money."

   Elizabeth nodded.  She was born and bred in the valley and at the age of
thirty-eight years-old, she knew everything about the valley.  She had
especially loved the Young Girl club growing up and her mother worked the
male strip joints out on the edge of the valley.  They were never wanting
for money with her dad and mother working.  In fact, it was her mother who
gave her money for her visits to the Young Girl.  But once she turned
seventeen she took off for college to the UK, attending one of the more
popular psychiatrist schools in London.  Over the years her personal view
had changed and she had come to disapprove of women and girls working in
the sex business because she saw sex work as degrading to the female
population of the country.  Ironically as she looked at the Mayor the
thought occurred to her that at least a female was running the program and
not a male.

   "So what can I do for you then?" she asked leaning forward in her chair.

   "Well, as you know, we have had several issues at the club last year
involving women."

   "Five issues as I recall," Elizabeth added.

   "Yes, five issues.  As you can realize that was bad for business.  It
brought unwanted scrutiny from the state and the national government.  We
prefer to handle things in-house, if you know what I mean."

   Yes Elizabeth knew what the Mayor meant.  She lamented the fact that
there was no mental health support for women and girls who worked the sex
trade and that usually led to problems of jealousy as they tried for the
affections of the fathers and sons in the club, or even between the mothers
and daughters working the club.  What mother wouldn't be jealous of her
daughter as she did a slow lap dance for her father, and then at home, have
to put up with the quick glances and little giggles between them.

   Elizabeth took a guess.  "So you would like to hire me to evaluate the
women at the club?"

   "Well, um, yes."

   "That's flattering Mayor but, I may not be the best qualified.  I don't
necessarily agree with the sex work that women and girls are involved in. A
woman's worth is not measured by the amount of money she earns through sex
work."

   "Well there are a lot of ways to measure the worth of woman, being a sex
worker is just one of many." The Mayor said carefully, and then paused. 
"Plus I think you realize that most the women and girls working my clubs
make more money in a year than you do in your practice."

   That maybe true thought Elizabeth but at least mine is a legitimate
business.

   "Regardless, having you on staff would be a big help to the mental
health of the women and girls who do work at the club."

   "I don't know, Mayor, I mean, what about hiring Dr Swan or Dr Stone? 
They are more attuned to this sort of thing."

   "I would but I have Dr Swan employed at the Young Girl and Meagan Stone?
I just hired her for the whorehouse, with her daughter's permission of
course."

   "Well, Mayor Jean I am sure there are others who would be more than
happy to assist at the club."

   Her voice had the tone of someone bringing a conversation to an end, but
the Mayor persisted.

   "We want you Doctor Sterling," she said firmly.  "You are already seeing
several mothers who worked there last year and you have a pretty good idea
of the stresses the mothers and daughters are under."

   "Like I said Mayor, I am flattered that you would consider me but no
thanks." Elizabeth replied as she stood up.  "Now if you please?  It's the
end of a long day and I really must be getting home."

   Unmoved, Mayor Jean opened her handbag and pulled what looked like a
check.  The Mayor laid it on the desk and pushed it across to the doctor.

   Doctor Sterling sat down and looked down at it.  "What's this?"

   "It's a check Dr Sterling.  Made out to the amount of the past due
mortgage on your house plus one year additional mortgage amount."

   "What the hell?" Elizabeth glared at the Mayor.

   "You can take it or leave it but we know that you are having some
financial difficulty, well a lot of financial difficulty with your husband
laid-off for six months now," The Mayor said, staring back at Elizabeth.

   "That's none of your business or the city's business," Elizabeth
replied, her voice rising as she locked eyes with the Mayor.  How the fuck
did she know anyway?!

   "I know, doctor.  But we really need your services at the club.  The
mental health of the women and girls who work there need to be looked
after."

   Elizabeth shook her head.  "No, no way, I can't do it."

   The Mayor softened her tone.  "Look Dr Sterling, you help us, we help
you.  Take the check, pay your mortgage current and for the next twelve
months, draw on it to pay your monthly mortgage.  Then come work for me at
the club for the next year, at least until the end of the school year."

   Elizabeth licked her lips as she stared at the check.  It would
certainly bring the house current and there would be a lot left over that
she wouldn't have to worry for at least a year.

   "You won't find a better offer Dr Sterling," smiled the Mayor.

   Fuck!  thought Elizabeth.  Her husband was laid-off six months ago and
they only had enough saved to cover three months of expenses.  His being
unemployed caused the house payments to go ninety days past due.  Fuck. 
Sweat had broken out on her upper lip.

   Resigned Elizabeth asked, "Let's just say for the sake of argument that
I take your offer.  What do I have to do?  Am I on your staff at the
office? Would I meet with the women and girls here at this office?"

   "Yes and no Dr Sterling.  Yes, I need you in and among the women and
girls at the club so I would hire you full time.  I need you listening to
them, watching them for any signs of problems that may cause bad publicity
to the club.  But no, we couldn't allow you to meet with them here, we
would prefer that you meet with them at the club.

   Elizabeth nodded her head.  "If I did this, would I have an office at
the club like Dr Swan at the Young Girl?" She had heard that Dr Swan had
moved her practice into the Young Girl and that her business was booming.
What she didn't agree with was that while she was there, Dr Swan mixed
business and pleasure: Elizabeth considered that unprofessional.

   "If you join the club we will work on getting you an office," the Mayor,
smiling.

   "So how would this all work?" Elizabeth asked as she leaned back in her
chair.

   "We, um, well, you will be embedded in the club.  The only way to earn
the trust and confidence of the mothers and daughters who work there..."
she paused, trying to find the right words..  "is to be one of them."

   "What?  What do you mean be one of them?"

   "You will join the club, filling out the paperwork, attending
orientation and working there Saturday nights, at least at the start."

   Elizabeth gasped.  "Join the club?  Like in joining up to be a sex
worker?"

   "It's the only way Dr Sterling.  If I was to bring you on as an employee
on my staff and asked you to walk around the club during business hours,
none of the mothers and daughters would confide in you.  You would be an
outsider and not realize the kind of pressure that these women and girls
are under.  What I need you to be is a sex worker along side them. 
Experience what they go through, it's the only way."

   Elizabeth's mind was reeling.  "But a sex worker?" She could hardly
believe what was happening.

   "A voluntary sex worker.  But you help us and we help you," the Mayor
replied as she nodded at the check on the desk.  "And the other thing is we
would, um, we would issue a news release announcing your employment and
enthusiastic participation as a sex worker at the club.  We will mention
how you value and support women and girls who voluntarily take jobs as sex
workers."

   "Um well, I don't know about that.  That may hurt my business standing
in the valley," Elizabeth replied, her eyes still drawn to the check.

   The Mayor looked at her.  "And of course by law we have to add that you
believe the measure of worth of adult women and young girls is the amount
of money they can make off their body."

   "You know I don't believe that," Elizabeth said more firmly.

   The Mayor leaned forward.  "You and I know that but the public doesn't.

   "I don't know," Elizabeth replied, still looking at the check.

   "Well, we did announce that Dr.  Swan was working at the Young Girl and
Dr.  Stone was working at the Whorehouse and we mentioned the same thing in
their press release and it didn't seem to affect their businesses."

   Elizabeth didn't look convinced.

   "If you come and work at the club you'll be giving free consultations to
the women and girls there and the club would pay you a small stipend for
your time of course."

   "I work long hours here.  I'm not sure I would be able to work two
jobs," the doctor said desperately.

   "It shouldn't be too much of a problem," the Mayor continued quickly,
sensing Elizabeth's indecision.  "You would start off working Saturday
nights and as, um, as demand for your sexual services increase we would
move you to full time Saturdays, so you see it really wouldn't affect your
consultations during the week."

   Elizabeth looked up at the Mayor in thought, and Jean smiled.  "Full
time Saturdays at the club means more money."

   "Fuck!" Elizabeth sat back in her chair trying to take it all in.  The
money the Mayor was offering would get their family life back on track but
at a price.  She had always considered herself a woman of principle and
professional ethics, but to take the check would be to betray all of that,
might even destroy the reputation she had worked so hard to build up.

   "As you are considering your options Dr Sterling, add this to the
equation: to pull this off your daughter needs to be involved."

   The Mayor's words brought her suddenly back to reality and she exploded,
waving her arms.  "No, fuck no!  No fucking way.  I'm out.  I won't get my
daughter involved in something like this."

   The Mayor remained calm.  "She's already involved, just as you and I
were at her age.  You know she likes going to the Young Girl.  She's
learning about her likes, dislikes, and her fantasies just like we did."

   To involve her daughter, Hannah, who was twelve years-old was
outrageous. Yes, it was one thing that Hannah visited the Young Girl on
weekends: Elizabeth had often wondered where she got the money from and
what she did, but didn't have the courage to ask her.  But, having her
twelve year-old daughter become an employee, no a sex worker, of the strip
club?  A twelve year-old sex worker?

   "You know as well as I do Dr Sterling that you can't work at the club by
yourself if you have a daughter.  You both have to work there." The Mayor
got up from her chair and leaned over the desk.  She picked up the check.
"I'm not forcing you to do this but I need your help to avoid any problems
that may come up over the next year.  The publicity would be a killer." She
put the check in her handbag.  "The only way this will work is for you to
willingly join the strip club with your daughter.  Just be yourself, blend
in and meet with me once a week giving me updates on my girls.  And if one
or more of them need mental health counselling then look at that as a
bonus."

   She paused.  "Don't live in the past, Elizabeth.  We live in much more
enlightened times now and attitudes have changed.  Twelve year-old girls
are much more open to the fun and excitement of all types of sex.  Perhaps
you should ask her what she thinks.  You might be surprised." The Mayor
turned and headed for the door.

   "What about the check?" Elizabeth asked hastily as she stood up.

   "Once you and your daughter sign the employment paperwork I will hand
the check over to you.  If you decide not to do this, then we've never had
this conversation.  We just go our separate ways." The Mayor put her left
hand on the door knob.

   "Wait, if I do this, if my daughter and I do this, do I have to
participate?"

   "You mean like strip-dancing and whoring while you're at the club?"
Elizabeth nodded her head.  "Yes, Dr Sterling, it's the only way it would
work.  The only way to gain the trust of the other mothers and daughters."
With that the Mayor walked out the door.

   Elizabeth sat down in her chair.  Fuck, fuck fuck!!!  What am I going to
do?  Deep down she knew the answer.  Financial problems always drove a
woman into the sex business and even though she had the best education and
advanced degrees she was no different from an uneducated woman.  But to
involve her daughter?  Fuck, it only made sense when she thought about it.
She slumped down in her chair.  The selling point of the club was that the
money mothers and daughters earned they could keep, which was codified in a
national law.  The money was off limits to husbands and brothers, the
family in general.  That would be her selling point to her daughter.

   She began to tidy her desk, and then paused.  She had never thought
about her daughter sexually, it was an area she was frightened to enter. 
She had never asked her exactly what she did when she went to the Young
Girls, but common sense told her it wasn't to study knitting patterns. 
Perhaps the Mayor was right; perhaps she would be surprised by her
daughter's response?

   **

   Elizabeth drove home slowly, going over the Mayor's proposition and how
she would respond to it.  It would certainly solve any financial problems
caused by her husband's lay-off, but how on earth could she talk to Hannah
about it.  The girl was only twelve, for fuck's sake.  How do you ask your
daughter if she would like to join you strip-dancing at the Family Strip
Club without her running crying from the room in horror?

   Except that Elizabeth somehow didn't think that Hannah would react like
that.  After all, she had been going to Young Girls since she was seven and
there wasn't much she wouldn't know about sex.  Nevertheless, she might
despise Elizabeth for suggesting it, or feel her mother was trying to use
her.  They had always been close, a typical mother and daughter, but Hannah
might feel shocked and uncomfortable with the way their relationship would
change.

   A sense of anxiety filled the house that evening.  Her family were
subdued, while Elizabeth was contemplating what she would say to Hannah. 
After dinner, her husband and son went out and she knew that it was now or
never and called her daughter into the living room.

   Sitting next to her, Elizabeth drew a deep breath and began.  She
explained their financial situation and the consequences of her father's
lay-off and Hannah listened, serious faced, nodding her understanding. 
However, when Elizabeth began to describe the Mayor's visit and brought up
working at the strip club to help make ends meet, her daughter just stared
at her.

   "Well?" Elizabeth asked nervously.  "This will only work if you agree to
come along with me and work at the club." She stood there like an idiot
waiting for Hannah's reaction, and feelings of humiliation and despair ran
through her.

   At first, the girl did not move but stared at her mother, stoney-faced,
and then stood up slowly and walked out of the room towards the front door.


   "Where are you going?" Elizabeth cried desperately, following her.

   Hannah stopped but did not turn round.  "Let me think about it mom," she
said quietly and then walked out of the house.

   Elizabeth felt despair wash over her.  "Oh god, what have I done?" she
said out loud, sinking into a chair.  "How could I have been so stupid?"

   The next two hours were agony for her.  Her husband and son came home
and sat down in front of the TV, and all the while she listened for
Hannah's return.  Eventually, at nine o'clock, she heard the front door
open and close and her daughter's footsteps going up the stairs.  Trying
not to be obvious, she went up to her daughter's room and stood nervously
in the doorway.

   "Well?" she asked anxiously.

   Hannah looked at her.  She was clearly nervous, but Elizabeth noticed a
gleam of determination in her eyes.

   "If I do this with you then I have several conditions that you must
agree too."

   Elizabeth felt an initial surge of relief, but then the word
`conditions' sunk in: fuck, more conditions; first Mayor Jean and now her
twelve year-old daughter.

   "Okay, what are they?" she replied with a sigh.

   "Not here.  Let's go to your bedroom."

   Elizabeth was surprised by the firmness of the girl's voice and followed
her almost meekly out of the door and into her own room.  She sat down on
the edge of the bed and looked up at Hannah, noticing that the nervousness
had returned to her daughter's face.

   "First, I decide on the costumes we wear."

   "Okay," she said without hesitation.  What can that hurt, she thought, I
mean, maybe some sexy adult costumes.

   "I also decide on the type of dances we do, when we practice and where
we practice," Hannah said with more confidence.  "I suppose there will be
some practices at the club, but outside the club, I decide."

   She looked at her mother as if she was going to disagree with her but
Elizabeth raised no objection.

   "No problem," she said.

   "Any of the costumes or anything we have to buy for our act at the club
we use your money and not mine."

   "That's a little harsh." She knew that Hannah had money of her own but
had never dared to ask how she got it, and times for the family were tight,
but when she saw the challenge in her daughter's eyes, she conceded. 
"Okay, we use my money," she said with a sigh.

   Hannah drew a deep breath and said nervously, "I get to pick out my own
clothes for school."

   "Hannah...?"

   "I want to pick out what is in fashion for girls my age, not the type of
clothes you think I should wear."

   It wasn't a request but a statement and Elizabeth frowned, but once more
there seemed no real reason to fight her on that.

   "Okay," she shrugged.

   Hannah drew another deep breath.  "Next," she said, "I, um....."

   "Go on, just say it!"

   "There are two more things..." Again the twelve year-old hesitated

   "Okay, Let's hear them," Elizabeth said with a not of impatience.  There
seemed to be a lot of conditions!

   "Okay, if we are only dancing on Saturday nights," Hannah continued
nervously, "well, on Friday nights you and I will go to the Young Girl
club." The last words were delivered in a rush and Hannah kind of winced
when she had finished.

   Elizabeth stood up quickly.  "No, no, and no," she said firmly, "that
ain't happening!  Hannah that is crazy.  It is one thing that you go, and
where you get the money to go I don't know, but don't include me in the
Young Girl!"

   "It's not crazy mom," the girl cried, unwilling to give in.  "It will
help you and me with our stripping and sex acts at the club."

   Elizabeth gasped.  `Sex acts' was something she hadn't got her head
wrapped around that yet, and yet her daughter seemed to know all about
them. She suddenly regretted that she hadn't sat the girl down ages ago and
had a long talk about what was acceptable and what wasn't, and this
definitely wasn't!  "No and I mean it," she said in her parental voice. 
"Everything else you said is okay but not this."

   Her mother's refusal seemed to make Hannah all the more determined. 
"You know as well as I, mom, that women at the Young Girl make just as good
money and it will help the both of us."

   "Hannah no!  I can't, it's not right and besides, it has nothing to do
with the strip club."

   "It has everything to do with the strip club.  You know I can't be
penetrated anally or vaginally until I'm sixteen.  By national law only
mothers could take the virginity of their daughters when they turned 16. 
It is the one day when mothers can humiliate their daughters and the
daughters can do nothing about it."

   Hannah paused to let her words sink in and then continued insistently,
"What do you think you are going to do to me at the strip club?  It won't
be enough for us just to take our clothes off, like in some old-fashioned
movie.  They will expect us to do sex things together!  The law says that
you cannot fuck my cunt or my anus, so you will have to do other things
instead, mom.  If you come with me to the Young girl, it means that you can
learn sex tricks and apply them at the strip club."

   "Hannah!" Elizabeth shouted, both in shock and in anger.  "I'm not some
dog that learns sex tricks!" She paused, trying to collect her thoughts. 
"I've been around sex all my life!  I don't need the likes of my twelve
year-old daughter to tell me about sex tricks, and nor do I need to go to
the Young girl to learn them either!"

   Mother and daughter stared at each other, for a moment lost for words.

   "Come on, mom," Hannah said eventually, softening her tone.

   "No!"

   "But it can't hurt you at the strip club to learn a few things at the
Young Girl."

   "I already know plenty about sex, thank you very much," Elizabeth
huffed.

   "You probably do mom, but there are always new things to learn."

   Her mother shook her head.  "No, I just can't," she said more quietly.

   Hannah sighed.  "Well, okay then.  Good luck working at the strip club
without me." She turned and began to walk slowly towards the door.

   `Fuck!' Elizabeth thought.  `Fuck, fuck, fuck!'

   "Wait, Hannah!" she cried desperately, and the girl stopped.  "What
about your homework?"

   Hannah turned around and shrugged contemptuously.  "Mother," she said,
"you know I don't do homework and yet I get straight As."

   Elizabeth sighed and nodded her head.  She knew that was true and she
felt defeated.  She tried to think of something else to say, to change her
daughter's mind, but she couldn't: she was simply stalling her decision.

   Fuck!  "Okay, Ill do it," she said at last, "but only one Friday a
month."

   "No mom, it has to be every Friday," Hannah said quietly, asserting her
dominance.

   Elizabeth hesitated.  "Two Fridays a month?" she pleaded.

   "No.  Every Friday."

   `Fuck!' Elizabeth thought and nodded her head.  "Okay, every Friday, but
we start going after we start work at the strip club."

   Hannah smiled.  "Great.  Now one last thing."

   "Gawd, now what?" her mother said under her breath.

   "You have to ask me again to dance with you at the strip club."

   "Okay..." Elizabeth began but Hannah interrupted her.

   "But you have kneel on the floor in front of me and put your hands
behind your head and ask me properly."

   "What the hell?"

   "Mom," Hannah said firmly, looking at her, and despite herself,
Elizabeth blushed.

   "Come, on sweetie.  I agreed to everything else, isn't that enough?"

   Her daughter shrugged.  "Okay mom," was all she said and once more
turned towards the door.  "Good luck."

   Fuck gawd damn it!  "Okay, okay, wait!" Elizabeth cried, amazed at the
way Hannah was able to control her.

   The girl turned around, smiling, and watched her.  She got up from her
bed and knelt on the floor, putting her hands behind head and looking up at
her.

   "Hannah, will you please dance with me at the Family Strip club?" she
asked, a hint of irritation in her voice.

   "No mother, more effort," Hannah commanded, "ask me better than that."

   Elizabeth gulped.  This was surreal but then again, this whole strip
club thing was surreal.

   "Hannah, darling, will you please dance with me at the Family Strip
club?

   She just stared at her mother and Elizabeth blushed as a wave of
humiliation come over her.

   "That's better, mother.  But put more feeling into it."

   Ten minutes later Elizabeth's knees were hurting, her lower back was
killing her and she was on verge of tears.  She had tried to end this by
getting up several times, but each time Hannah threatened to walk out the
door.

   "Please Hannah, sweetie, Mommy's begging you, please dance with her at
the Family Strip club!"

   Her twelve year-old daughter reached out and gently stroked her chin.

   "Yes, mother, I will be happy to dance with you at the Family Strip
club." She smiled, patted her gently on the head and then quickly turned on
her heel and walked out the door.

   **

   Two days later, mother and daughter sat in their car in the parking lot
of the Family Strip Club, both nervous with anticipation.  For the
hundredth time, Elizabeth worried about the wisdom of what she was getting
them into and whether she had the nerve to go through with it.  She
couldn't believe how much her life had changed over the past 48 hours, and
there were so many questions: about her professional life, about her
self-respect, about her family.

   But there was one change more than any other that concerned her: Hannah.
For the twelve years of Hannah's life, Elizabeth had tried to be a loving
mother and the two of them had had a `conventional' relationship, but ever
since she told her about the Family Strip Club, everything was different.
Hannah seemed to assert herself more and she bubbled with excitement.  To
her shame, Elizabeth began notice her differently, glancing at the slight
swell of her nipples, the shape of her butt, and despite herself, she
couldn't help but wonder about the `sex acts' that they would end up
performing together.

   Her daughter's voice suddenly brought her back to the present.  "Come on
mom," she said impatiently.  "We can't sit in the car all day."

   They both got out of the car and walked towards the building, hand in
hand, following a sign that pointed them around the back.  Ahead of them, a
little girl, no more than six or seven, and her mother walked through a
door.

   When they reached it, Hannah stopped and looked at her mother.

   "You ready to do this?" she asked, and then giggled.  "What am I saying?
Are we ready to do this?"

   Elizabeth smiled weakly.  "Yes, let's do it."

   They were ushered into a room with twelve other mothers and daughters
and sat down.  Elizabeth looked around: four of the girls looked very
young, she estimated about six or seven, but much to her relief, she didn't
know any of them.  At the front of the room was a table with some papers
on, but nothing else.  Hannah grinned and grabbed her hand, squeezing it
and she squeezed back, her nerves jingling.  `Fuck!' she thought.

   After a few minutes, Mayor Jean walked in and set a water bottle down on
the table.  Still standing, she looked slowly round the room and smiled
before picking up the papers on the desk and passing them out.

   "Hello girls," she said cheerfully when she had finished.  "On the piece
of paper in front of you is your contract with the Family Strip Club. 
Please print your name, sign your name and date it.  Mothers with younger
daughters, please help them sign the paper: we will need their signature on
their contract."

   Everybody did as they were told, even the youngsters, and after everyone
had signed their individual contracts, Mayor Jean collected them, quickly
scanned them and nodded her head.

   Placing the papers on the desk, she turned to the room.  "This is a
basic one year contract with the strip club.  It states that you are now
whores and that the club owns you.  You are property of the club.  We will
market you for the best financial advantage by selling your mouth, cunt and
anus to the club patrons.  The club patrons as you know are your husbands,
fathers, sons and brothers.  You will also be aware that by national law,
girls sixteen and under can't be penetrated either anally or vaginally, but
there is no restriction on any other part of their body such as their
mouths, hands, and hair."

   A mother raised her hand.  "What do you mean, hands and hair?"

   "Some men like to cum on a girl's hair or have hand-jobs while they are
in the men's room."

   "Our daughters could end up in the men's room with some man who is not
her father or her brother?" the mother asked.  Elizabeth looked at her: she
looked in her early twenties; next to her, her pretty daughter shifted on
her chair and giggled.  `Fuck!' Elizabeth thought.  `She can't be much
older than five!' and she felt a sudden heat between her thighs.

   "Well of course," the Mayor said, "but you do not need to be alarmed. 
We have cameras in the bathroom, plus there is no door to the men's room
nor are there doors on the stalls.  We try and make the club as safe and a
loving environment as possible.  There is no alcohol served here and we
have an adult female security team that works in the background to make
sure everybody is safe."

   She stopped and took a sip of water.  "As I said, the club will
negotiate on your behalf with the club patrons.  If somebody comes up to
you while you're on your shift and they try to negotiate with you, refer
them to the cashier.

   She paused again, waiting for any other questions and everyone squirmed
in their seats.

   "Mothers, when you and your daughter enter the club you no longer have
parental rights over her.  In the eyes of the club, you are both equal and
because you are club property, the club has authority over you and her.  If
you see your daughter doing something that you are uncomfortable with, you
cannot intervene: you will have to understand that she is doing it for the
club."

   Elizabeth glanced at her daughter and Hannah smiled broadly.

   "Here are some basic ideas to get you started," the Mayor continued. 
"Firstly, shoes.  We require girls sixteen and under to wear plastic
stripper shoes because we don't want our younger property to slip and fall
while here.  Girls you can purchase them at the mall.  To get your plastic
stripper shoes to fit, use a hair dryer to heat up the material.  It will
then mold to your foot.  If you're having trouble pulling on stubborn,
tight shoes, a little baby powder will help.  Mothers, you are to wear six
inch stilettos while here at the club.  You should be comfortable wearing
them but if not, start practising."

   A mother put up her hand.  "What do you mean wearing the stilettos here
at the club?"

   The Mayor smiled.  "As property, we want our adult female sex talent
wearing six-inch stilettos: it makes you look sexy and the patrons love it,
so when you come here to practice or report for work you should change into
stilettos.  You can bring your own or use club provided stilettos.  At no
point are you to remove your stilettos while here at the club, that
includes dancing and fucking."

   Elizabeth winced at the word `fucking'.

   The same mother raised her hand again.  "What do you mean practice here
at the club?

   "Good question, but I won't answer that yet because I have more to say
about a little later.  Now, for personal hygiene and clean up.  The short
answer is that it is your responsibility and you do it yourselves.  What I
mean by clean up is that male cum has a nasty habit of landing on the
floor, on the furniture or on the tables.  The club does not provide towels
or napkins or even a janitor crew because of the cost.  As club property
you can either wipe up the mess with your fingers and then wipe your
fingers on your body or to get a bigger tip, lick up the mess.  Remember
that the more you are willing to debase yourself, the more the patrons like
it and the more money you will earn.  For you younger girls this goes for
you as well.  Club management doesn't want to see any cum stains on its
property, furniture or on the floor.

   The Mayor took another sip of water and continued.  "For those of you
that have crotch hair, you will need to shave.  Shave with oil rather than
cream, you'll be less prone to angry red bumps.  And if you missed the
country-wide notice from the government, shave your legs against the grain
but your bikini line with it.  Keep your skin supple with Epsom salts
baths. Skip the lotion, though, unless you feel like turning the stripper
pole into a slippery lube tube."

   A wave of laughter spread round the room, Elizabeth joining in, despite
herself.

   "Mothers, consider body glitter and make yourself all sparkly, your sons
especially love that and will pay extra for it."

   Again the mothers and older girls laughed.

   "You might think stripping while on your period would be a no-no, but
men and older boys are like bears.  And sharks.  They might not know it,
but they love the smell of blood.  And ovulation.  You'll be surprised to
find that you'll take home a lot of tips during your time of the month."

   A couple of more things.  The club has boxes of baby wipes all over to
help keep you smelling nice between sets and the sex acts.  We also have
mouth wash and fresh breath spray for use after sucking cock.  Please avail
yourself of the cleanser, we have minty fresh and strawberry breath spray.
It goes without saying that as you suck cock you are expected to swallow.
Our patrons love it when you show off the jizm in your mouth before you
swallow it.  Practice swirling his jizm around in your mouth, especially
you pre-teens, and you'll get a bigger tip.  If a patron has paid for two
of you to suck his cock, make sure that you pass his cum back and forth
between you.  Smile, make a show of it and you'll both get a bigger tip. 
This applies particularly if you are teamed up with your mother or
daughter: many of our patrons go wild for this, for obvious reasons, and if
you put on a good show you can earn really generous tips.  Try drooling the
cum slowly from one to the other, or spitting it into each other's mouths,
both of which are really popular.  Whatever you do, show how much you love
eating his jizm - make him feel like that he is the center of your
universe, that he has your undivided attention and you will do anything to
please him."

   Elizabeth felt her cunt tingle and crossed her legs, squeezing her
thighs together.  She glanced at her daughter: Hannah was completely
absorbed, shifting on her chair, her face reddening and her little nipples
standing out against the material of her t-shirt.

   "Mothers and those of you over 17," continued the Mayor.  "Some club
patrons will want to fuck your cunt or your anus while your daughter
watches.  Again, this is perfectly understandable and once more, it can
result in excellent tips.  As I said earlier, the law dictates that your
daughter cannot be penetrated, but she can use her hands or her mouth,
especially if she cleans up your holes after the client has cum, always a
very popular conclusion to your transaction.  If you are working alone and
have cum in your anus and your cunt, please remember to clean those two
holes thoroughly.  A patron likes to know that he is not getting sloppy
seconds or thirds."

   "Any questions so far?" she asked, taking a drink.

   A mother with a young girl sitting next to her raised her hand.  "I had
heard about the amount of money a girl can make sucking cock."

   "Ah, yes," the Mayor said with a smile and walked over to the mother. 
"What's your name?"

   The woman blushed.  "Mrs Peterson," she said.

   The Mayor looked at her young daughter.  "And what's you name?"

   The youngster smiled up at the Mayor.  "My name is Julie."

   "How old are you Julie?"

   "I am six years-old," the girl said clearly.

   The Mayor reached out and ran her fingers around the girl's lips.  "You
have a very pretty mouth Julie.  Your mouth will make a lot of boys and men
very happy."

   "That's what my mommy said!" Julie exclaimed with a giggle of
excitement, and her mother smiled at her proudly.

   "What Mrs Peterson was asking about was the going rate for sucking cock
here at the club.  The younger the girl the more money she will make
sucking cock.  So a pretty little six year-old like Julie will make more
money than a seven year-old sucking cock who will make more money than and
eight year-old and so on.  Your daughters will make more money sucking cock
than you and they will probably suck more cock than you." She leaned
forward, smiling.  "After several months your young daughter will probably
be able to give you pointers on sucking cock."

   Everybody laughed, the tension in the room for a moment relieved.

   "Why is that?" another mother asked when the laughter died down.

   Men and boys prefer and enjoy a younger mouth wrapped around their cock
and so will pay a premium price the younger the girl is.  But mothers,
don't get discouraged.  For those of you who have sons your mouth will be
sold to them.  For some reason sons enjoy having their mothers suck and
lick their cocks, it gives them a perverse sense of pleasure.  I know we
have a couple of teachers in this group: you could end up sucking the cock
of one of your students, so just beware of that.  Also, what I mean by
selling your mouth is that when a patron pays for cock sucking he in effect
will own your mouth during the time you are sucking him.  He can't turn you
around and fuck your anus or cunt, unless he has purchased it of course. 
The patron can do whatever he wants to your mouth.  Likewise, if he pays
for your anus or cunt, he can do whatever he wants to do with them."

   `Oh gawd!' Elizabeth thought, squeezing her thighs together again.

   The Mayor looked at the six year-old again.  "So Julie, if you are a
really good cock sucker then the club will sell your mouth to the boys and
men who come here.  So do you think you can be a really good cock sucker
and make lots of money?"

   "Oh, yes, I will try really hard to be a good cock sucker," the little
girl said with child-like determination.  "I will practice lots and lots,
and Mommy and daddy have said they will help me." Mrs Peterson smiled and
gave her daughter a comforting rub on her back.

   "Speaking of sucking cock," the Mayor resumed with a grin, "the club
recommends that all of our property chew gum to strengthen their jaw
muscles."

   Amid one or two grunts of surprise, a mother asked, "What do you mean,
strengthen our jaw muscles?"

   "Some of our club patrons like to extend the blow job experience and
will hold back their cum for a long as they can.  That is all very well,
but the longer you're sucking his cock, the less money you'll be making
because you can't move onto other cocks.  Think of it like a tug of war
between your mouth and the cock.  Your mouth, lips and tongue are trying to
coax the jizm out of his cock but his cock is trying not to let go of it
too soon.  So your mouth will need to be stronger, either to get him to
shoot sooner than he wanted, or in case you end up sucking for twenty or so
minutes.  Chewing cum will strengthen your jaw so that you don't lose focus
and diminish his experience.

   The mother smiled and nodded her head and some of the mothers and
daughters whispered to each other.

   Raising her voice, the Mayor said, "I can't stress this enough.  All of
you, but especially you mothers, must treat every client equally and make
sure that you give him the best experience you can.  Mothers, if you have a
son, you are more than likely to end up sucking him off or being fucked by
him.  Your son is no different than any other patron.  You must make him
feel special and the center of your attention.  That means everything from
swirling and playing with his cum after he cums in your mouth to showing
your appreciation after he cums in your cunt or anus.  And for you young
girls, it doesn't matter if the cock belongs to your father or your
brother, make it feel special and make him feel special.

   One or two of the girls giggled and whispered to their mothers and the
Mayor paused, taking another sip of water.  When there was quiet, she
continued on.

   "A word of caution mothers.  Your husbands and sons will probably
request your daughter more than you.  It is just the way it is with the
male population, whether it is a special dance, a lap dance or cock
sucking, the club does not want you getting jealous.  Jealousy is poison in
a place like this, it puts stress on all of us.  So deal with it at home
and not here at the club.  Next, for you older whores, if the club notices
that you aren't being bought by the patrons during your shift, then we will
team you up with a younger girl but never your daughter.  That is what we
call a two for one special.  The younger girl gets to keep the money but
you get to show your skills and enthusiasm to the patron so that your name
gets mentioned around.  We need all of our property making money."

   The Mayor looked down at her notes and continued.

   "Dating issues.  I'm talking about mothers dating mothers or mothers
dating the younger girls and even the girls dating girls outside of club
hours.  In an environment like this it can't be helped.  While club
management doesn't discourage our property from dating each other, we don't
encourage it either.  We do ask that once the relationship blooms and you
have feelings for each other that you tell us.  At that point we will try
and keep you two apart during your shift or put you both on separate shifts
simply because feelings of jealousy can develop as you watch your
girlfriend perform.  Remember, jealousy is bad, it is like poison and we
try to prevent that."

   As Elizabeth listened, she thought about some of the adult women that
she saw in her professional role.  She was seeing one woman who was married
and who danced with her sixteen year-old daughter at the club.  She had
been dating an eleven year-old girl but the girl had broken up with woman
after six months to date a younger adult woman and she was crushed.  The
woman was forty-six and kept herself fit and kept up with the latest
pre-teen fashion trends, and she couldn't understand why the girl had left
and what she had done wrong.  Elizabeth tried to explain that it wasn't her
fault: pre-teen girls, like the one the woman had been dating, changed when
puberty started, and their preference in women changed all together.  She
had set the woman a task to get back to being intimate with her husband but
that failed because he only saw her and his daughter as a piece of meat to
be used and discarded after he was finished with them.  Elizabeth knew that
was a big problem with the strip club because males saw the women and girls
as nothing but entertainment, three holes walking around on two legs.  It
had been one of her main objections to the club, that and her disgust at
how adult women were dating younger girls, some of them as young as six.

   `And now I'm sitting her with my own daughter,' she thought anxiously.
She sighed, hoping that this dating relationship thing wouldn't happen to
her: if it did, she would prevent it really quick!

   "Now I would like to make an announcement," the Mayor said, smiling, and
Elizabeth realised that she was looking directly at her.  She blushed and
next to her, Hannah giggled and rubbed her mother's thigh.

   "We have as our newest club property, Doctor Elizabeth Sterling.  She is
a female mental health specialist and will be available for counselling
sessions here at the club.  Her services will be free of charge to our
property and we are planning to issue a news release announcing her
employment here as required by law."

   The room of women and girls clapped and Elizabeth, unused to this type
of attention, blushed even more.

   A mother raised her hand.  "She's just like the rest of us, right?" she
asked with a hint of uncertainty.

   "Oh yes, Dr Sterling will be stripping with her daughter and her mouth,
cunt and anus will be sold just like yours during her shift.  She doesn't
have any special rights or privileges: she is a sex worker like all of
you."

   Elizabeth looked at the floor avoiding everyone's stares while Hannah
continued to rub her thigh.

   "One last thing.  Since you are now the property of the strip club, we
expect you to say how good it is when asked by the public, or your friends
and family.  What I mean is, if you are asked questions about the club or
your role in the club, you are to speak highly of it.  Show your enthusiasm
for the club and make clear that you agree that women and girls should be
considered property when they work for a business, or attend school or are
a member of a club or organization.

   Elizabeth knew only too well that although demographically, women were
in the majority around the world, that didn't stop national and world-wide
movements by men and a growing number of female groups advocating that
women and girls should be counted as second class citizens if it helped
them to obtain employment.  Because of this, it was felt that females
shouldn't expect the same treatment as men or expect equality in the
workplace.

   A young girl raised her hand.

   "Yes?" the Mayor asked.

   "I am in a pathfinders troop.  Should I tell my troop mates about
working here?"

   "Yes, please!" the Mayor laughed.  "If you can convince the girls and
mothers in the troop to join the strip club, you and your mother will get a
nice bonus for each one that joins.  Obviously, we would like the whole
troop to join us but even one mother and her daughter would be just as
good." The Mayor looked around.  "Remember, our philosophy is that women
and girls can best serve society by working in the sex industry, offering
their bodies to the male population and working in jobs that support the
male hierarchy."

   Elizabeth shifted in her seat.  She didn't like the sound of that but
she could do nothing about as she was now on the inside of the sex worker
world.

   The Mayor looked around the small room.  "Good, now let's get your bar
codes scanned on the back of your necks."

   There was an outbreak of murmuring, especially from some of the younger
girls.

   "We scan all of our property," the Mayor said, trying to reassure them.
"It allows us to keep track you during your shift and it will clock you in
and out.  We need to know where our property is at times while your here on
your shift." She stepped away from the table.  "Please follow me."

   The group walked into the room next door.  Inside were two older women
standing by a bank of computer monitors and desktops.  Both were wearing
pink t-shirts emblazoned with Family Strip Club across the front, no bras,
white thong panties, thigh hose and black stilettos.  Both had their hair
in a pony tail.  Elizabeth thought both women looked out of place but were
trying to fit in with the image of the club.

   Line up here please, in any order.  Florence here will insert the bar
code and Agnes will scan you.

   Elizabeth felt a pin prick on the back of her neck from the device that
Florence was holding.  Then Agnes scanned her neck and on the big screen
her vitals came up.  The Mayor instructed everybody in how to input their
name, education level, address, and for a few of the mothers, their
professions.  Hannah's readout said she was in seventh grade and listed
where she went to school, her address, and her vitals.

   Once all the bar codes had been fitted, the Mayor said, "Now as you come
through the back door your neck will scanned, and any room that you enter
here in building, you'll be scanned as well.  We need to know where you are
at all times because we need you making money."

   `Simple,' Elizabeth thought, smiling at her excited daughter, but also
it put a lot pressure on the women and girls to be constantly available. 
It seemed there was nowhere they could escape to.

   "Now if you'll follow me," the Mayor instructed and led everybody down
the hallway to a door that said `Practice Room'.  Without realizing it they
were all scanned as they entered the room.

   There was a large collection of life-like naked male mannequins in the
room in various positions.  Some were young, looking about four or five
years-old, all the way up to elderly mannequins that looked as if they had
been modelled on grandfathers.  The mannequins had life-like hair, crotch
hair, skin tone, eyes, toes, and their genitals were as close to real as
possible.  Some were standing, some kneeling, some sitting, while others
lay on their back with their legs over their head, their cock, balls and
anus exposed.  The mannequins seemed to be constructed so that they could
be manipulated into different positions.

   There was an outbreak of whispers and giggles once everyone was in the
room.  Hannah whispered, "Look at all those cocks, mom." Her eyes seemed to
glow with excitement and her little nipples stuck out through her t-shirt.
Elizabeth smiled at her and squeezed her hand as they took in the room.

   The walls and ceiling of the room were all mirrors.  Attached to the
mirrored walls around the room at what looked like kneeling height were
dildos: long ones, thin ones, thick ones, shorts ones, pink ones, black
ones; all of them jutting obscenely outwards.  Other dildos were placed at
waist height, the same variety of sizes and colours, all equally obscene
columns of plastic flesh.

   Standing in the middle of the room were four young girls, each girl
dressed in a form fitting business suit, a white blouse, black tie with a
business jacket, a short black skirt with shiny three inch heels.  Each one
was very pretty in her own right and Elizabeth's mouth momentarily watered.

   "These girls here are known as my ten year-olds," the Mayor said
proudly. "Shayne, Loni, Carol, and Tina are my management team and they are
responsible for the property of the club, like the chairs, seats, tables,
sofas, the stripper poles and of course you, the whores.  They will set
your dance schedule and what tables you will dance at during your shift. 
Since you are property of the club they can do with you as they wish up to
and including punishments for any infractions.  They will always put the
club first and they will have the final decision on anything affecting the
property of the club.  They can take you out of the dance rotation for any
reason and use you for any reason." She paused and then said firmly, "They
answer only to me and I trust their judgement completely!  The girls for
all practical purposes are the pimps for the club.  They will negotiate on
behalf of the club with the patrons for your mouth, cunt and anus.  They
also take complaints from patrons about club property who are not
enthusiastic about their job.  They will take immediate corrective action
on any property that is causing problems."

   The Mayor turned and whispered something to the girls and turned back.
"Okay line-up here," she instructed.

   As the group obediently formed a line, the four girls came over and
inspected them.

   "Very nice sex talent we have in this group," Loni said as she walked
down the line, running her hand across the breast of each mother and girl.

   Shayne walked up to Elizabeth.  "You're Doctor Sterling?

   "Yes," Elizabeth said, the colour rising to her cheeks.

   "Yes, ma'am," the girl corrected.

   "Yes, ma'am," Elizabeth replied, trying to hide her embarrassment at
being corrected by a ten year-old.

   "Are you a lesbian, Doctor Sterling?" Shayne asked.

   "Excuse me?"

   The girl reached with both hands and squeezed both Elizabeth's tits and
it took all her will power not to push the girl's hands away.

   "Are you a lesbian?  A carpet muncher?  A cunt licker?"

   Hannah and the others giggled.

   "Uh, no, ma'am," replied Elizabeth as the girl twisted her tits
painfully.

   "Well, you will be," the ten year-old said matter-of-factly.  "I think
your nickname here at the club will be Lezzy.  You'll be introduced as
Doctor Sterling for your dance routine but everybody will call you Lezzy.
What do you think of that Doctor Sterling?"

   "I'm just club property so you can label me anything you want."

   "Very good answer.  I think you and I will get along," the ten year-old
chuckled, reaching down and patting the woman's crotch.

   "Thank you girls," the Mayor said, nodding at them as they turned and
headed for the door.  "Remember whores, these girls carry my full authority
while here at the club."

   Mayor Jean waved her arm around the training room.  "The reason this
room is mirrored is so that you'll get over your embarrassment and
humiliation when you practice on these dildos while other whores are in the
room with you.  Plus, the mirror will help you work on your sucking
technique and your facial expressions, and as you can see, all the dildos
have been measured to the correct kneeling heighth."

   She walked over to one side of the room and tapped a small dildo on the
wall.  "This dildo here is at the correct height for a kneeling four
year-old girl and others are set at heights corresponding to the different
ages of girls.  The dildo next to it is the correct height for an adult
woman." Pointing down the wall, she added, "These along here are for
teenage girls."

   She walked over to the dildos on the adjoining wall that were at waist
height.  "There dildos here are for you mothers.  As you can see these are
thick and long dildos.  You practice with these by bending over at the
waist and inserting the dildo from behind, whether into your cunt or your
anus.  There are some men and even a few boys who have surprisingly thick
cocks, so you better practice if you don't want to get hurt."

   Suddenly the door opened and everyone turned to see a mother and her
young daughter walk in.  "Hi Mrs Johnson.  Hi Tess," the Mayor said
cheerfully.

   "Hi Mayor Jean," both replied at once.  They seemed completely at ease,
despite all the new recruits watching them.  Mrs Johnson looked to be in
her mid thirties and Tess about seven or eight.

   "What brings you in today?"

   "Oh, we need a little practice double-teaming," the mother said.  "Mind
if we use M20 over there?"

   "Sure girls, go ahead," the Mayor.  "It will be a great opportunity for
our new mom's and daughters to see how the practice room is used." She
turned quickly.  "All the mannequins are given numbers for easy reference.
M20 is one of the ones laying on its back with its legs over its head.  It
is one of our latest electronic models.  Built-in receptors detect how
successful the stimulation is, and transmit the information to the whores
using red, yellow and green lights.  If they can make the light turn green
for a sustained period, the mannequin will actually ejaculate!"

   Gripped by an erotic curiosity, Elizabeth watched the two of them walk
over to the mannequin, thinking how carefree they seemed and how
unconcerned about all the eyes watching them.  Mrs Johnson turned on the
meter next to the mannequin, and then the two settled quickly into their
practice.  Tess took the thick cock in her little mouth, her lips
stretching round it as she sucked and licked and engulfed it as deep as she
could, and her mother got on her knees and planted her lips on the
realistic anus, kissing it gently and licking around the tight sphincter.
After a few minutes, Mrs Johnson moved up and joined her daughter on the
cock, both mouths moving up and down on the cock at the same time, their
tongues often meeting as they coated it with saliva.

   There was a buzz and the meter on the wall went from red to yellow. 
Immediately, Tess moved her head down to the balls and started licking and
kissing each in one in turn, and then slid her mouth down to the anus and
pushed her tongue as far as she could into the brown hole.

   The meter buzzed again and went from yellow to green, but after a few
moments changed back to yellow.  The little girl put her tongue on the
muscle again and licked around it then poked inside it, pushing her mouth
against it to help drive her tongue deep inside.  At the same time above
her, her mother took the cock deep in her throat and fucked it hard,
pumping her head down on it to give it full penetration.

   The meter went to green again and stayed green as the mother and child
renewed their efforts, until suddenly a bell rang and everybody could
clearly see the cock jerking as cum shot into Mrs Johnson's mouth.  She
pulled her head back a little to catch some of the cum, and then pulled off
the cock and held the liquid in her mouth.  Tess giggled and brought her
face below her mother's, her mouth open wide, and Mrs Johnson let the
realistic spunk drool slowly out of her mouth and into her daughter's. 
They kissed wetly, passing the cum backwards and forwards between them
until it had all been swallowed, and then sat back grinning at the
mesmerised audience.

   For a moment there was silence and then everyone, Elizabeth included,
began to clap, amazed at what they had just watched.  She felt her crotch
get damp and took a sidelong glance at Hannah: her daughter's face was
flushed with excitement and she seemed to be rubbing her thighs together.
`This was all so surreal,' she thought, wondering if she and Hannah could
do that.

   "Thank you girls," the Mayor cried as the clapping stopped.  "That was a
brilliant demonstration of double teaming." She turned back to the
trainees. "Tess and her mother have worked at the club for six months and
their expertise is always in great demand, as you can imagine.  Believe me,
if you wish to reach their standards, then you will have to practice,
practice, practice."

   Hannah looked up at her mother and giggled, her eyes wide with
excitement.

   "As a side note," the Mayor continued when the Johnson's had gone,
"double teaming will be an important part of your work.  There will be
times during your shift, mothers, when you will be double teamed: one
patron will pay for your cunt and other will pay for your anus.  It is what
we call a sandwich, and if you have never been in a sandwich before it can
hurt if you're not careful.  Because this might result in loss of revenue,
there is an unofficial group of sorts here at the club, a group of mothers
and daughters who meet one or two times a week at different houses to
practice double teaming.  The club doesn't support this group but club
management does think that this group is a good idea.  Here to give you
more information about the group is Mrs Hansen."

   Everybody turned around.  Standing at the back of the group was an older
full figured woman who looked to be in her late forties.  She was wearing a
slingshot bikini, her nipples sticking out and the slit of her cunt clearly
defined through the thin material.  Elizabeth gulped and Hannah stared.

   "Thank you, Mayor Jean," Mrs Hansen said with a nod.  "Hello, fellow
whores, I'm Sandra Hansen.  My two daughters, Nancy 15 and Denise 13 and I
have danced here at the club for several years now.  A group of concerned
mothers got together and came up with the idea of creating a group where
mothers could practice being double teamed, or practice being in a
sandwich. When we joined there were a lot of instances of club property
being injured during their shifts with injuries to their cunts and
sphincter muscles.  We decided that practice was needed so that injuries
could be reduced and there wouldn't be a loss of income to the club while
the club property was healing.  That is one of the reasons why the club
looks the other way when it comes to our group."

   Sandra stopped and smiled, her hands clasped in front of her.

   Elizabeth raised her hand.  "So what exactly does this club do?" Some of
the other mothers nodded their heads.

   "What we do in the group is have the girls double fuck us with all
shapes and sizes of strap-ons."

   There were gasps in the group and Elizabeth looked quickly down at her
daughter who was giggling, and a blush spreading over her face.

   "This allows us to get comfortable with a double fuck, it prevents
injuries to the whore and the whore gets experience in how to accommodate
two cocks.  Also, we prefer to have our girls perform this double fuck on
us as this gives them experience with a strap-on and dildos.

   A small girl, about six or seven, cried out plaintively, "Can I, mom? 
Please?" and Sandra laughed.

   "If you are interested in joining our group, download the app on the
club website and we will send out information for the following week on
where we will be meeting.  This is a totally laid-back group with no
stress, and I am willing to bet that you will enjoy it as much as I do,
both mom's and daughters.  We meet at different houses in the evening and
if you decide to join us, we may ask that you offer your house for
meetings. It is often pot-luck for where we gather so bring food and drinks
to share.  We have a large supply of dildos but you can bring your own if
you prefer.  We generally meet for a couple of hours.  I would encourage to
you attend or at least practice being double teamed as it will happen here.
Were just trying to prevent injuries to your cunt and anus which as you
know are now club property.

   She paused and smiled broadly.  "I think you'll enjoy the fellowship of
the group as we talk about our experiences and challenges of working for
this wonderful club."

   "Thank you, Mrs Hansen," the Mayor said and Sandra smiled and bowed a
little before walking back down the hallway.  "There are other unofficial
groups that meet outside of club hours but I am sure that you'll be
contacted by these groups during your time here." She walked toward the
door.  "Moving on, next is the dance floor."

   The room was large and brightly lit.  There were a lot of tables, round
ones, long ones for groups, short ones for two people, and each table had a
pole in the middle of it.

   "I'm sure I don't need to explain the tables and the poles to you, but
if you look up, you will see that the ceiling is made of glass.  It is
fifteen feet high with a circular gap around each pole, and it is
specifically designed to let our patrons get a good look at your crotch. 
Some of our property have taken to sitting down on the ceiling without
panties so that they can tease and entice our patrons before they slide
down the pole and begin their act.  You get there using stairs in the
changing rooms, where we will go shortly.  When it is your turn to dance,
you will come up the stairs, walk across the ceiling, display your cunts,
and then slide down the pole of your assigned table."

   She paused and looked at the group.  "Any questions?  No?  Good, follow
me."

   They walked down a short hallway and stopped at a door that had a sign
on it, `Head Room'.  The Mayor opened it and the group followed her in. 
The room was very different from the stage area: there was mood lighting,
chairs of different styles, and sofas and ottoman's.

   "Unlike the Whorehouse and the Young Girl, we don't have private rooms
here.  This is our community sucking room.  You will bring your patron here
to suck his cock or he might already be waiting here for you.  When your
mouth is bought and paid for you'll be informed to either come to the
cashier to get your patron or you'll be told he is waiting for you here. 
The choice is his as to how he wants to meet you."

   Mayor Jean stopped for a moment as the mothers and daughters looked
around the room.

   "There will be times when the room is crowded so find a place to make
him comfortable and work his cock.  Club property is to refrain from
talking in here.  The club patrons could really careless what you have to
say, they want your mouth on their cock and balls.  If you are asked a
question while in here make sure that you answer with your mouth as close
to his cock as possible, that way you can return to his pleasure.  Get used
to the men and boys ignoring you as you suck their cock.  They like to talk
amongst themselves as they critique your cock sucking."

   The Mayor paused before continuing firmly, "There is no room to be
self-conscious here.  Your daughter maybe next you sucking her father's
cock while you're sucking your son's cock and both of them might be talking
about your skills, your looks, your body.  No matter what, you must
concentrate on your job which is to please them with your mouth.  Remember,
girls, you're all here to make money."

   The Mayor walked out into the hallway and then turned.  "Like Mrs
Johnson and her daughter, learn to double team a cock.  Learn to suck a
cock together and most importantly, learn to swap his cum back and forth
between you.  Learn to kiss each other as you push his cum back and forth
with your tongues.  And whatever you do, swallow!  Your value will go up as
club patrons pay for your cock sucking services."

   The tour continued a little way down the hallway to another doorway. 
"This room is what we call the training room," the Mayor said, pushing the
door open so that Elizabeth and the other mothers could look in.  There
were tables, chairs and sofas spread throughout the room, and beds lined up
along the wall.

   "The reason the room is called the training rooms is that your husbands
and fathers will want to bring your sons and brothers into the room to
watch and learn as they fuck you.  It is not uncommon that, as you're being
ass-fucked by a patron, he will have his young son standing next to him
watching and learning.  Some fathers and sons will purchase you and pass
you back and forth between them, all as part of a learning experience." The
Mayor paused and looked at the daughter's.  "Girls, you are also allowed in
this room if you're not busy during your shift.  This so you can watch and
learn also."

   A mother raised her hand.  "How about contraception?"

   "Good question.  We have anti-pregnancy pills in the dressing room and
condoms for those who don't want to the pills.  If you decide to have your
patron use a condom then you are to put it on his cock yourself.  Another
good tip is to teach your daughter's how to put on a condom."

   "But it's against the law for them to have penetrative sex!" a mother
called out.

   The Mayor chuckled.  "It's not for them.  A lot of men find it a real
turn on if your daughter puts the condom on and then watches him fuck you."

   Hannah grabbed Elizabeth's hand and squeezed it excitedly.

   "The last room here" the Mayor continued, moving further down the
hallway, "is the Sixteen and Under room.  Mothers, you're not allowed in
this room ever, only your daughters.  Dr Sterling please step forward and
into the room."

   Elizabeth blushed and stepped forward, opening the door and stepping
over the threshold.  All at once, a red light lit up and a siren came on.
She stepped back quickly and Florence and Agnes came running out of the
inventory room.

   "Its okay, ladies, we're just doing a demonstration," the Mayor
explained, grinning.

   Florence pressed something in the palm of her hand and the light turned
off and the siren fell silent.

   "Mothers, don't ever try to come in here because if you do then the
punishment will be severe." Leaving the mothers to contemplate just what
that could mean, the Mayor turned to the younger girls.

   "Girls, in here, men and boys will pay for your body.  They will expect
you to play with their cock, balls and anus.  You can also expect to do a
lot of face sitting so that they can get a taste of your delicious little
cunts." Hannah and some of the other girls giggled.  "And since the men
paid for your body you can expect them rub their cock all over you, between
your ass cheeks and around your cunt and in your hair.  Mothers, this room
is monitored just so that there is no penetration of the girl.  Some of our
patrons like to have young girls oil themselves up and the rub their body
all over them.  Others like to receive hand-jobs as the youngster rubs her
body all over him.  On the more extreme side, girls, some men will have you
wear a strap-on dildo and fuck their asses." She chuckled.  "I've seen
video of a girl as young as six having great fun with a strap-on, standing
on a stool, ass fucking her father.  You can make a lot of money here
girls."

   `Oh gawd!' Elizabeth thought, `what have I got us into?' She looked down
at her daughter but Hannah showed no signs of anxiety.  Rather, her face
seemed to glow with anticipation.

   "Come along," the Mayor ordered, walking further down to an open
doorway. "Here is a men's room.  Please go in and take a look around."

   The group were scanned as they entered the room.  There was no entry
door nor were there stall doors, and the girls giggled, exploring this
normally forbidden territory with delighted curiosity.  In the urinals were
pictures of women and on closer inspection, Elizabeth recognized some of
them as teachers and business executives.  Hannah chuckled as she pointed
out her seventh grade home room teacher.

   "The pictures in the urinal can be changed with a push of a button. 
When a patron comes here to pee he can push the button on the urinal to
change the face to the one he wants.  Your faces will appear here later
today.  Also, some patrons will pay a small fee to have you or your
daughter hold their cock as they pee and there have been instances where a
son will pay to have his mother hold his cock as he pees on her picture or
a father will pay the fee to have his daughter hold his cock as he pees on
her picture."

   Elizabeth gasped, not simply at the concept, but at the excited laughter
of many of the daughters.

   "As well as that, mothers, fucking and blow jobs can also take place in
here, just so you're aware."

   "What do you mean?" a mother asked anxiously as she looked at one of the
stalls.

   "What I mean is that when a patron is taking a shit, he could have you
kneeling between his legs sucking his cock.  He will also pay extra to have
you wipe is ass clean: how you do so is up to you.  This also applies your
daughters as well.

   Elizabeth shuddered at the possibility that she could possibly be
sucking her son Billy's cock, as he took a shit.  She looked at her
daughter and the others, trying to read their reactions, but no one seemed
to be particularly uncomfortable or offended.

   Filing out of the restroom, the Mayor announced, "One last thing to show
you, the dressing room where you will get ready for your shift."

   She walked towards the hallway and stopped, pointing to a set of double
doors.  The sign on them said, `Employees Only.  No admittance unless
summoned'.

   "As you can see whores, you are not allowed past those doors for any
reason unless you are summoned by an employee.  If you have any problems
you are to bring them to the attention of the shift management."

   They continued walking down another hallway and the Mayor led the group
inside another room.  The sign on the door made Elizabeth gasp: `Whores'.
There were ten vanity stations with lighted mirrors along one wall, clothes
racks on one end of the room and opposite the vanity stations were ten
toilets.  They were just basic stalls, with no doors.

   The Mayor noticed everybody staring at them.  "We save time by having
the toilets here and not somewhere else.  We're all girls here so nobody
should be embarrassed about using them."

   After giving the group a minute to look round she walked across the
room. "Over here are the stairs to the dance floor, please follow me."

   Everyone followed the Mayor up the stairs and onto the glass ceiling. 
Elizabeth and Hannah looked down at the tables and floor beneath them. 
Yes, the patrons could certainly see everything just by looking up.

   "Obviously, this is where you will perform your strip-tease.  You and
your daughters will be doing a two music set at the start of your shift. 
For the first song you're both dancing and your tops come off and during
the second song, your bottoms come off.  The idea of the strip-tease is to
give our patrons a look at your goods.  Make your dance as sexy and erotic
as possible because you'll earn tips as patrons give you dollar tips for
your routine.  I recommend that there is plenty of intimate contact between
mother and daughter: that really gets the patrons excited, and excitement
leads to generosity.  If your routine isn't very good then you won't get
any tips.

   Hannah looked at her mom and Elizabeth smiled at her, reading her mind.

   "Where will the patrons put the dollars if we're completely nude?" asked
a mother.

   "Oh, I'm sure you've heard of the self-sticking dollar bill?  Because
your skin is damp with sweat the patron will be able to slap the dollar
onto your skin." The Mayor smiled.  "Most patrons like to slap your ass
with a dollar bill."

   There was nervous laughter.

   After you strip with your daughter on the first dance you can strip with
whoever you want after that, like mother mother, sister sister or even you
can dance with somebody else's daughter if you prefer.  The thing is that
you need to keep your body in front of the patrons for them to take an
interest in you and pay for your services.  Oh, also, we do have a little
friendly competition to see who earns the most tips in one shift.  At the
end of the week the winner gets a little bonus."

   The Mayor paused as the group looked around the ceiling and down at the
tables.

   "Don't be intimidated.  This is not a beauty contest.  You're whores and
you're here to make money.  You have one week to get your routines
together, practice with the mannequins, and purchase your costumes." The
Mayor turned and walked towards the stairs and the changing room.  "See you
all next Friday evening, if not sooner in here."

   As the group filed out of the changing room and out the back door the
Mayor stepped over to Elizabeth.  "Dr Sterling, come with me." Elizabeth
looked questioningly over at Hannah.  "She can come too."

   Mayor Jean took them in the other direction past the training rooms and
stopped in front of a door.  The door had a name plate that read, `Dr. 
Elizabeth Sterling, Phd'.

   She reached into her pocket and pulled out a check and held it out to
Elizabeth.

   "Just as I promised," she said.

   Elizabeth hesitated and then glanced at it and put it in her small
purse.

   "Go ahead and open the door."

   Elizabeth smiled as she opened the door but her smiled faded quickly. 
"It's the janitor's closet!" she gasped.

   Hannah looked around her mother into the small room and frowned.  Inside
were the janitor supplies, brooms and mops with a small wooden table and
two small wooden chairs.

   "Yes, nothing fancy," the Mayor said with the hint of a sneer.  "Makes
it more intimate, don't you think?"

   "But, but, it's a closet," Elizabeth said in disbelief.

   "I promised you and office and here it is." The Mayor's tone changed,
suddenly more business-like, more commanding.  "When you meet with the
other property, you are to inform me of what your discussions were."

   "I, I, can't!" Elizabeth cred, still in shock.  "That's doctor patient
confidentiality."

   "Not here it's not," the Mayor said firmly.  "You work for the club,
this is private property, you are part of that property and so is any
mother or daughter who comes in to talk to you.  The way the law sees it,
it's just two co-workers having a chat." She paused and then added,
threateningly, "Is that clear?"

   Elizabeth felt suddenly defeated, and tears started in her eyes: she was
a professional woman, but now she had to work in a broom cupboard and pass
on all her clients' personal information to the management.  She sighed and
with a shrug, nodded her head.

   "All of your appointments will be held here at the club.  The club comes
first, not your personal business.  So, if you have conflicts with
appointments between the two, the club wins out." The Mayor's tone
softened. "Now, there's nothing that says that you can't close out your
business and move your clients here."

   "What?" Elizabeth said scornfully.  "Close my business?  I have a
receptionist that I would have to lay-off, and probably the women that come
to me wouldn't set foot in this place."

   I think you're wrong Dr Sterling.  I think most women would be intrigued
to come here and if you are as good as you think you are, these women would
follow you anywhere.  As for your receptionist?  Bring her along too."

   "She's not married and doesn't have kids," Elizabeth said desperately.
"I mean she lives at home, she's only nineteen years-old.  What could she
do here?"

   The Mayor laughed.  "Oh, we have jobs for women who don't have
daughters. I mean, look at Florence and Agnes, they are full time employees
and not club property.  So I'm sure we could hire your receptionist...?"
She paused questioningly.



   "Alicia," Elizabeth replied.

   "I can hire Alicia as a full time employee.  She can schedule your
appointments for the club property and also schedule your regular clients.
In addition, I have other administrative duties I can assign her.  She
would be quite busy."

   "Why couldn't I be a full time employee?"

   The Mayor sighed.  "Come, Doctor Sterling, you know the answer to that."

   Hannah looked at her mother anxiously and Elizabeth bit her lower lip.
"I don't know.  If I bring Alicia along with me, she would...  I mean she
would be an employee and I wouldn't."

   "Well, you did mention that you didn't want to lay her off.  You can't
have it both ways."

   Elizabeth stared at the floor.  She was good at decisions, made them
everyday, but now her mind seemed to have turned to mush and she couldn't
think straight.

   "Well, as you're thinking about that," the Mayor continued impatiently,
"let me throw this little incentive out.  If you can get your regular
clients who have daughters to join the club there would be a nice little
bonus for you.  And if your client doesn't have a daughter, then try and
convince her to join the Whorehouse or the Young Girl.  If she joins either
of those I will double your bonus."

   Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders.  "It's been years since I visited
either place, I don't know how much things have changed.  I'm not sure I
could recommend anything to my clients."

   "Then take the time to visit them, see what the clubs are all about, how
things have changed." The Mayor paused.  "You could always match the club
with your clients personality.  It might be worth the extra money.

   "Mayor Jean?" asked Hannah, much to her mother's surprise.

   The Mayor smiled at the girl.  "Yes sweetie?"

   "One of my conditions for me joining my mom here was that she had to
come to the Young Girl once a week so that she could learn sex tricks."

   The Mayor smiled at Hannah then Elizabeth.  "What an excellent idea! 
Smart girl you have here, Dr.  Sterling.  What night?"

   "Friday nights," Hannah said, grinning and looking up at her mom. 
Elizabeth felt flushed.

   "That would be really good if you could start working at the Young Girl,
Dr Sterling.  As Hannah says, you'll see and learn a lot that might help
you here."

   Elizabeth blushed again.

   "That's what I told her too, Mayor Jean," Hannah said and laughed.

   "Also, work some time in to visit the Whorehouse during the week when
school lets out.  Take your daughter along with you, she might get a kick
out of that."

   "Please mom?" Hannah cried excitedly.  "Please take me?"

   Elizabeth smiled weakly and nodded and her daughter gave a little whoop
of joy.

   "Let me think on it," Elizabeth said at last.  A thought had crossed her
mind wondering if it was ethical or not to recommend to a client to be a
sex worker, but then again, this morning ethics seemed to have flown out of
the window.  Anyway, ethical or not, she would need the extra bonus money.

   "No problem, just remember that if there's a scheduling conflict with
your clients, the club wins, and consider how much easier it would be just
to move your business here."

   Elizabeth nodded and closed the closet door.

   "One other thing Doctor Sterling.  The county administration, which is
me, plans to use you as a spokeswoman for the sex industry."

   A new alarm swept over Elizabeth.  "Wait, wait, wait, no I can't do
that. This is hard enough as it is."

   "Well, be that as it may, you're property and as such I can use you
anyway I want.  So, I am going to book you as a lecturer at civic
organizations, schools, colleges, private groups here in the county, and at
the state level and probably on the national level too."

   "What?  What about my practice?"

   "Your practice will be worked around your lecturing schedule and your
schedule here, the Mayor said, impatience creeping back into her voice.

   Fuck.  Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders in defeat.  "So what am I
supposed to lecture about?"

   "You are to lecture, or give speeches if you want to call it that, on
the importance of women and girls becoming sex workers, whores and sluts.
You are to talk about how noble the sex worker profession is and that the
true measure of a females worth is how much money she makes selling her
body for sex."

   Elizabeth stared at the woman, a horrified look on her face.

   The Mayor ignored her.  "In addition, you are to talk about your support
for the idea that females should be considered second class citizens and
that a company or business has every right to employ females as property
for the benefit of that company or business."

   "Fuck!" was all Elizabeth replied.  Hannah smiled nervously: she knew
mom didn't believe in that stuff but now was being asked to.

   The Mayor stood there, waiting.  Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders,
looked at the ground and nodded her head.  "Okay, Ill do it."

   "That's the spirit, Doctor Sterling," the Mayor said cheerfully, and
turned on her heel and walked out of the building.
   End of Chapter 1