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   Family strip club

   Chapter 2:

   Monday morning Elizabeth drove into the parking lot of the strip mall
where her office was located.  She turned the car off and put her head on
the wheel.

   Fuck, things were moving too fast for me.  After the orientation on
Saturday Hannah and I drove over to the mall to do some clothes shopping.
We went to the teen section and Hannah started to pick out clothes, pink
and white, putting them in the shopping cart.  I asked what she thought she
was doing and she said picking out my dance costume.

   In the teen section?  We argued back and forth, especially when she
picked out all black clothes with black knee high boots that were
half-price.  Boy, I could see where this was going and I didn't like it.

   "Mom, this is all the rage."

   "I don't care, I can't be seen wearing clothes like this," I replied as
I pulled out a skimpy white blouse from the cart.

   "Can't complain, mom, you said I could pick out our costumes.  Besides
you'll be wearing these clothes at the club."

   I shrugged my shoulders.  Fuck.  I dropped the blouse in the cart and
picked up short skirt.  Holding it up I realized the skirt would come about
five or six inched below my crotch.

   "You'll kick ass in that mom!"

   I was about to correct her language but thought better of it.

   In the changing room I tried on the clothes, and yep, the blouses and
skirts were way to short and tight on me.  If I bent over I knew my tits
would pop out and my thong undies would show but Hannah seemed satisfied.

   That evening with Kevin gone and my husband downstairs watching TV
Hannah convinced me to undress, well, both of us got undressed in front of
each other for the first time.  I guess we have to get used to it.  It was
awkward, neither of us looked at each other very closely and it was hard to
not cover my breasts or crotch.

   "You have a rockin' body mom." Hannah said as she blushed.

   "So do you," I quickly replied as we both hurried to put our clothes
back on.

   The next day we went back to the mall to finish off our costumes. 
Hannah of course picked out age appropriate blouses and skirts for her.

   She picked out five push-up bras, a package of different color thongs,
some more short skirts.  Hannah accompanied me into the changing room.  I
disrobed to my bra and panties but she surprised me, she also took off her
clothes, all nude.  And so did I.  This time we looked at each other, then
we I tried on the clothes, mine were tight but for the club I could get
used to them.

   Hannah also picked out six inch heels for me and heels for her, several
packages of twelve white thigh stockings that we could use at the club.  I
shrugged my shoulders and picked out a package of pink thigh stockings and
black thigh stockings.  She smiled at me.  In my mind we were both gonna
look like sluts.  I guess that is the idea.

   "Can you believe we are even doing this?" Hannah asked.

   "No, I can't."

   "Remember this was your idea."

   "Don't remind me."

   Back at the house my husband left in the afternoon and Kevin went over
to a friends.  That gave us the opportunity to do our first dance practice.
I had to learn to dance all over again, swinging my hips and flaying my
arms like a teenager.  The music was certainly different than my day but
Hannah was patient with me and walked through some basic steps.

   Then she had us undress and dance and that was hard.  My tits were
swinging back and forth and Hannah giggled at the sight.  I stopped what I
was doing and put my hands on my hips, "What's so funny?", I just blushed.

   "Nothing, you're just beautiful is all," Hannah blushed back.  That was
awkward.

   But for 15 minutes we practiced, Hannah looked good dancing but as for
me, I was doing what might pass for dancing.  More practice was definitely
needed.

   Monday morning sitting in my car in front of the office.  Fuck, how do I
tell Alicia that I will closing the practice and moving it to the strip
club?

   I got out of the car and walked up to the front door.  Alicia was
already inside.

   "Good Morning, Alicia."

   Alicia looked up from her desk then stood up.  "Good morning, Dr
Sterling."

   As I headed to my office Alicia said.  "Um, Dr Sterling, we got a little
problem."

   "Yes?"

   "Well, your clients have been calling in for the past hour demanding to
know what the announcement is all about."

   "Announcement?  What announcement?"

   "This one." Alicia handed me a piece of paper that she printed off.

   I read it.

   *
Announcement:
Climax, Cherish Valley: Mayor Jean announced today that Dr Elizabeth
Sterling and her twelve year-old daughter Hannah have joined the Family

Strip Club as full time strip-tease dancers and sex workers.

   Dr Sterling contacted the club last week to inquire about joining the
talented group of sexual workers made up of mothers and daughters.

   In her interview with mayor Jean, Dr Sterling exclaimed that she,
"Firmly believe that a female's worth, whether a little girl or a
grandmother, is how much money she can earn by selling her body at the
Family Strip Club." Dr Sterling went to say that, "The Family Strip Club
provides a safe and loving environment for mothers and daughters to grow
together, enjoy mutual respect, and make the kind of money that will bring
them joy and happiness.  In addition, with the term `sex worker' no longer
a bad thing, mothers and daughters and especially little girls need to know
that choosing a job as a sex worker is a noble profession."

   Dr Sterling, a psychiatrist, comes with a wealth of experience within
the female mental health industry, having spent the last two years owning
her own practice.  Dr Sterling credits her female patients with convincing
her that female sex workers at the Family Strip Club, the Whorehouse, and
the Young Girl Club, were doing more exciting things and earning more money
than she ever could behind a desk.  Dr Sterling will be moving her practice
to the club on Wednesday so that she can be near the action with the other
mothers and daughters.

   Dr Sterling easily convinced her daughter, Hannah, to join her at the
Family Strip Club, enticing her daughter with the easy money they can earn
and the mother daughter bonding they could share.

   Dr Sterling finished her interview by saying, "I am excited to start a
new challenge within the Family Strip Club and look forward to dancing and
working side by side with the mothers and daughters of the club.  I am
fortunate to be joining such a respected club that prides itself on top
quality sexual talent."

   Dr Sterling and her daughter can be seen this Saturday night and every
Saturday night throughout the school year.

   **

   "No way, no fucking way, I didn't say those things." I looked up but not
at Alicia.

   "So this announcement is fake?  Made up?"

   "No, um, the announcement is true, well some it is true."

   "So is that why Mayor Jean came here last week?  Did you join the strip
club or not?"

   "Yes, I did and so did Hannah, but not the way this announcement
portrays it."

   "So, your an employee of the club then?"

   "Well, not exactly," I blushed and looked away.

   "Not exactly?  You either are or you're not." Alicia paused then got
excited.  "Wait a minute, you're club property then?"

   "Ah, well, yes, I'm gonna be club property and so is Hannah." like that
was supposed to mean anything.

   "No way!  So like, as property you're no more important a piece of paper
or a pen, wow, your value is on par with a chair or the dance table.  I
thought you didn't believe in this stuff?"

   When I hired Alicia I hired her as an employee and not property, I mean
I could have hired her as property for the office but I didn't believe in
that sort of thing.  Fuck.

   "A person can change their mind," I huffed and turned to walk into my
office.

   "So are you gonna move the practice to the club then?"

   I stopped and looked at her, she looked worried.  This was moving too
fast.  "Yes,"

   "What about me?  I'll be out of a job."

   "No, you won't.  I was going to tell you later today but now is just as
good.  Mayor Jean is offering you a job at the club as a, um, well, a full
time employee."

   Alicia's face brightened.  "Fucking A," Alicia smiled then paused.  "You
know Dr Sterling that as a full time employee I have more rights and
freedoms than common property like yourself?"

   "Don't remind me," I said as I blushed again.  As club property I didn't
have any rights or freedoms.  What had I gotten myself into?  "You
mentioned phone calls this morning, from my clients?"

   "Ah, yes, they were calling to see if that announcement was true."

   "Did they say that they were going to drop me?"

   "That's the strange part, none of them mentioned dropping you."

   "What did you say?"

   "I said that I had to speak to you first."

   "Well, tell them they are more than welcome to come to the club to see
me for their appointments."

   "Okay, I'll text them.  But, what will be my job at the club?"

   "Well, you'll still handle my current clients, the ones that stay on,
and schedule appointments for any of the mothers or daughters at the club
who want to see me.  Mayor Jean did stress to me that the mothers and
daughters of the club did have priority over my my other clients, but I'm
sure she will talk to you about that.  She also said that she would have
other administrative duties for you also."

   "Cool." Alicia smiled as she sat down at her desk.

   I sat down at my desk and re-read the announcement.  How could the mayor
make up lies like this?  Then her phone rang, it was her husband.  Fuck.

   Twenty minutes later she hung up the phone.  Her husband was very
surprised at the turn of events but he was also very pleased.  She didn't
have the heart to tell him that it was because of his job layoff.  He also
said that he and Kevin would be there this Saturday.  Fuck, Kevin, how to
handle him?

   And money, how the fuck was her husband and Kevin going to pay for their
time at the club?  He didn't have a job and no income.  Fuck.

   The county HR office called Alicia and set an appointment for later that
day for a cursory job interview at the strip club.  Then they transferred
the call to the shipping and moving department and set up Wednesday for the
movers to come and pack up the office so Elizabeth could close out her
lease.

   Elizabeth looked around her office and realized that it would all have
to go into storage.  She couldn't take anything with her and there was no
room in the basement at home to store her stuff.

   Alicia was right, none of her existing clients had dropped her.  Maybe
mayor Jean was right.

   **

   Monday evening at the dinner table Elizabeth told her husband and Kevin,
who was very excited about the prospect of purchasing his mother's body for
sex, that there would be no sex at home only at the club.

   Hannah and her had talked about the possibility of sex at home with them
and what to do about it while they were shopping over the weekend.  Neither
one of them wanted to deal with the "boys" as they called them at home
after a long night of dancing and fucking.  To Elizabeth it was one of the
most awkward conversations with her daughter she'd ever have, so far. 
Everything was moving too fast though.

   Her husband was disappointed when Elizabeth told him he could have only
have sex with at the club.  Kevin didn't care he was happy any way about
going to the club and fucking her and his sister.

   Her husband of course brought up the issue of payment at the club. 
Elizabeth was the only one who had money.  Kevin had an excited look on his
face and her husband sat back.  Hannah looked at her.

   Things were moving to fast for Elizabeth but she was holding it
together. It was a requirement at the club that on the nights they danced
and whored the male family members had to be at the club, otherwise, they
couldn't dance.

   "I'll give you money," she almost whispered looking down at the table.

   "What?" her husband asked as he sat upright.

   "I'll give you and Kevin money for the club," Elizabeth said a little
louder.

   "Fuckin A!" Kevin smiled.

   "Kevin!" Elizabeth said looking at him.

   Her husband was smiling.  "Well, about a hundred dollars every Saturday
night should do it," he said.

   Later upstairs Hannah questioned her mother.

   "You're gonna give dad and Kevin a hundred dollars so they can buy us to
fuck `em and suck `em?"

   "Yes."

   "Mom!  You know that the fathers have to pay for them and their sons."

   "What else can we do Hannah?  Your father doesn't have any money, he
spent it all.  Getting drunk with his buddies.  And you know that he and
Kevin have to be there when we dance."

   Hannah shrugged her shoulders.  "Fuck" was all she said and I didn't
correct her.

   "Besides, if this strip-tease things works out I should making more
money so that the hundred dollars won't make a difference."

   **
Tuesday:
Late the next morning Elizabeth walked into the office and Alicia wasn't
there.  Alicia called Elizabeth around noon from the club saying that she
was setting up her new office and that she had the office number changed to
the club.  If Elizabeth wanted to see or talk to her she had to come to the

club.

   Elizabeth's smart phone beeped indicating an incoming text.  She glanced
at it, the text was from the club.

   "This is a reminder for new sex talent that the urinal glamour digital
pictures will be taken on Thursday at 2."

   The idea that club patrons, especially her husband and son will be able
to pee on a picture of her face bothered her.  Especially if they paid to
have her or Hannah hold their cock as they pissed on them.  Elizabeth shook
her head.  She stood up and looked around her office.  This will be gone
tomorrow so fuck I might as well go over to the club.  The club was always
open 24 hours a day so that mothers and daughters could come and practice
at any time.

   Her phone beeped again with another text from the club.

   "The club will be hosting mini seminars today through Friday afternoon
on such topics as beauty make-up, kissing, anilingus, cunnilingus, and tips
for dancing on table tops."

   Anilingus and cunnilingus?  Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders.  Yeah,
that's all part of the sex act.  This will be hard, too hard she thought.
She'd have to kiss her daughters cunt and anus.  Fuck.  Well, she'd have to
do the same thing to me.

   She called Hannah and asked her if she wanted to go to the club and she
said yes so Elizabeth drove by the house to pick her up.  School was
starting this coming Monday and the strip club grand opening for the school
year was Friday night but she and Hannah would be dancing and whoring on
Saturday evening.

   "Whoring." she thought.  What a word.  On the drive over to the club
Hannah got a text on her cell phone that the club was having several
seminars throughout the day to get all whores back up to speed.  Attendance
was not mandatory but was encouraged.

   She pulled into the parking lot and both got out and walked in the door.


   "I'll be a minute, honey, I need to talk to Alicia first."

   "Okay, I'll be in the practice room."

   Elizabeth texted Alicia then walked to the employee door and waited.

   "Hey!"

   Elizabeth turned around.

   "Dr Sterling is it?" the woman asked.

   "Yes?"

   "Walk away from the door."

   "But my secretary is in there and I need to talk to her."

   "Secretary?  You're club property right?"

   "Um, yes."

   "A dancer and sex worker?"

   Elizabeth finally remembered.  Florence was the ladies name.

   "Yes"

   "She's not your secretary anymore, sweetie, she's the office
administrator, part of the management team for the whole club.  As such,
she doesn't have time for you not at least until she summons you.  Also,
property is not allowed to be by the door.  When you are summoned, walk
through the door to her office, first door on the left, now move along."
Florence started to walk away but turned around.  "Oh, one other thing, if
you are summoned, drop what you are doing go straight to whoever summoned
you.  Don't keep management waiting." She turned and walked away.

   Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders and walked toward her tiny closet but
decided to go to the practice room.  She stood in the doorway nervous. 
There were a lot of mothers and daughters practicing on the mannequins,
sucking and slurping sounds coming from the room.  Everybody was
concentrating on what they were doing.

   Hannah was over in the corner on her knees bobbing her head back and
forth on a mannequin.  Three little girls were on their knees bobbing their
heads back and forth on dildos that were attached to a mirror that ran
floor to ceiling and wall to wall.  That way somebody sucking a dildo could
watch themselves and see what was going on behind them.

   Well, fuck, might as well join them she thought.  There was an empty
mannequin just to her left, it was one of the laying down ones, it's cock
sticking straight up.

   Elizabeth was wearing her white blouse, short black skirt, white thigh
hose and her six inch heels.  She felt self-conscious about kneeling down
in her outfit but as she looked around the mothers and daughters were in
various states of undress.  As she knelt down she blushed as she realized
that the tight fitting blouse and skirt could easily rip but she decided to
ignore it.

   She took the long cock in her left hand, licked her lips, and put her
mouth over the end of it.  Down she went and back up again, then slightly
faster.  She was watching the meter off to the side as she bobbed her head
up and down on the cock.  She was disappointed the damn thing didn't
register.  She licked and sucked and sucked and licked and bobbed her head
a few times but the register didn't move.  Fuck!  Elizabeth thought as she
sat back on her heels.

   She leaned over again and tried sucking and licking the life like cock.
She thought she heard snickering and whispering but couldn't be certain. 
She sat up and looked around as she took a deep breath.  Some of the women
quickly turned back to what they were doing.

   Fuck!  Elizabeth got tears in her eyes.  Should she just give up and
walk away?  Or show these women she could suck cock just like them.

   Elizabeth leaned over again and bobbed her head a few times and wiped
away some tears before she noticed a pair of stripper shoes in her vision,
a young pair of pink stripper shoes.  She stopped and sat back bringing her
gaze to the girl standing before her.

   The girl had blonde hair, blues eyes, was topless but was wearing a very
thin thong pantie around waist and crotch and of course those pink stripper
shoes.

   "You're doing it wrong." was all the girl said as she stared at
Elizabeth.

   Elizabeth blushed.  "I know how to suck cock," she replied as she still
held onto the cock.  "I've been sucking cock a long time."

   "That maybe true, but I am younger than you and I've suck more cock than
you." the girl replied matter of factly.

   Elizabeth blushed again.  "Well, I don't need your help, I'm doing just
fine thank you." she replied as she started to lean over again.

   The girl knelt down on the other side of the mannequin.  "Here let me
show you, but first you have to get comfortable."

   Elizabeth sat up straight again.  "What do you mean?"

   "First it is best that you remove your clothes, loosen up a bit." The
girl leaned over and started undoing the buttons on her blouse.

   "Stop," Elizabeth said as she removed girls hands from her blouse.

   "You have nice tits, the guys will want to see them." and the girl
reached up again and undid the buttons on the blouse.  Elizabeth was in
shock when the girl said that.

   "Now take your blouse off.  Go on," the girl urged.

   Elizabeth pulled her blouse from the waist of her skirt and slid it off
her shoulders.

   "There, happy now?"

   "No, I'm not.  You have a nice pair of tits that are crammed into that
bra.  It is a shame to hide them." The girl got up, stepped over the legs
of the mannequin, stood behind Elizabeth and quickly and expertly undid the
strap of the bra.

   "Hey!" Elizabeth said as she quickly raised her hands catching her bra
before it fell down.

   The girl picked up the white blouse and tossed it aside.

   "Hey!" she said again.  "That blouse is brand new.  I just brought it
the other day."

   The girl stepped back around and knelt in front of Elizabeth.  "You
shouldn't wear nice things here."

   "What's your name?" Elizabeth asked in a huff.

   "Kim, Kim Gates, my friends call me Kimmy." she paused.  "What's your
name?"

   "Dr Sterling, Elizabeth Sterling.  You just can't go around undressing
women like this."

   Kimmy smiled, "I heard about you that you had joined the club." Kimmy
paused looking at Elizabeth.  "Look around you Dr Sterling, nobody cares.
We're property, the club owns us, they sell our bodies and make a lot of
money from it.  We make a lot of money too of course."

   Elizabeth looked around the practice room again.  Most of the mothers
and daughters were partially nude, some were nude.  All were working the
mannequins, laughing and touching each other, having a good time.  One
mother was riding a mannequin up and down, the long cock disappearing into
her cunt.  A girl was kneeling behind her, probably her daughter, she was
poking her middle finger in and out of the woman's anus.  Most of the
mothers and daughters were practicing their sucking or were kissing while
others were taking a break and drinking a bottle of water, kind of like a
workout at a gym Elizabeth thought.

   Elizabeth didn't see Hannah but knew she had to be in the building
somewhere.

   Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders and dropped her head.  The youngster
was right of course.

   "How old are you Kim?" she asked looking up again.

   "Ten, how old are you Dr Sterling?"

   "Um," Fuck why not she thought.  "Thirty-five."

   "When is your first dance night here?"

   "My daughter Hannah and I start this Saturday evening."

   The child smiled again and sat back on heels.  "After your first
strip-tease, you'll be sold at a discount."

   "What?  What do you mean?"

   "That's the way it for new sex talent.  Is your daughter under 16?"

   "She's twelve, why?"

   "Her mouth will be sold for full value because men and boys will pay
dearly for a chance to have her wrap her lips and mouth around their cock."
Kimmy paused.  "But for women like you, older mothers, your sold at a
discount the first time and sometimes the second time.  The idea is to get
you in front of as many boys and men as possible.  The joke is that they
like to have their cock try you on for size."

   Women like me?  "Fuck!"

   "Yes, Dr Sterling, it will be that.  At the end of the night your jaw
will be sore and your cunt and ass will be stretched but you will have a
wad of cash to show for it."

   Elizabeth blushed.  It was always the money.

   "The best advice we give first timers is this.  After the first night
you have to find a way to keep your body in front of the patrons, because
that is the only way to make money.  Look around Dr Sterling, you will be
competing against everybody else here who are trying to make money.  This
means not only dancing sexy for the club patrons but doing nasty stuff with
your daughter on the dance table right in front of them.  Have you ever
done lesbian stuff before?"

   "Lesbian stuff?" She thought back to when she was younger and she was
having sex with older women, well not sex really.  She was fucking them and
making them do things for her and her friends enjoyment but that wasn't
really lesbian stuff, was it?

   "Are you a lesbian Dr Sterling?"

   Elizabeth blushed and looked down at the mannequin's cock.  "I'm
married."

   "Well, that doesn't mean anything."

   "Then no, I'm not a lesbian."

   Kimmy chuckled.  "In this place you are lesbian.  You'll be doing
lesbian acts with your daughter, what's her name?"

   "Hannah." On some level Elizabeth knew that but hadn't considered it
yet, things were moving to fast.  She and Hannah had not started on their
dance act yet let alone talk about the sex acts.

   "Not only with your daughter but you'll be doing sex acts with other
women and girls just to mix things up." Elizabeth looked at the girl.  She
hadn't considered that either.  "Don't look so worried Dr Sterling.  Girl
on girl sex acts is the most natural thing in the world.  All women and
girls, whether they know it or not, are lesbians." The ten year-old smiled.
Elizabeth didn't say anything.  "Anyway, do you like rough sex?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "When your with your husband do you like it when he slaps you?  Does he
maul your tits, pinching and pulling your nipples?  Or like it when he
spanks you?"

   Elizabeth sat back on her legs and look at Kimmy.  "I'm a, um, a vanilla
sex type of person." she blushed.

   "Not here your not.  There are husbands and sons of other whores here
that like it rough.  They can't have rough sex at home so they bring it
here."

   "Rough sex?"

   "My dad likes rough sex." Kimmy paused and looked down.  "My mom and I
don't give him sex at home so he brings his frustrations here." Kimmy
paused.

   "How so?"

   "He likes to slap the side of my head as I suck his cock, all the while
smiling up at him.  When he fucks my mom from behind he'll slap her ass
cheeks and yell and whoop like he is riding a bucking bronco."

   Elizabeth didn't say anything but just looked at the girl.  She wondered
if her husband and son would be like Kimmy's dad.

   Kimmy looked up and smiled at Elizabeth.  "Can you bark like a dog or
oink like a pig?"

   Elizabeth shook her head and looking away from Kimmy.

   "Some patrons will tip extra if the mother they are fucking from behind
makes pig sounds or barking.  It really turns them on, makes their cock
harder I hear."

   "I don't like rough sex and don't believe in it," Elizabeth said as she
sat back on her heels still holding her bra up.

   "It doesn't matter if you believe in it or not.  They will pick you
based on your profile." Kimmy paused.  "You have to dumb yourself down Dr
Sterling.  Do you have a son also?"

   Elizabeth nodded her head.  This is so fucking surreal she thought.

   "Your husband and son and the other patrons won't care whats in your
head.  They only care what they put in your mouth or your ass and your cunt
and that's their cock." The ten year-old looked at Elizabeth.  "When they
slap your face, you'll smile, when they compare you to an animal or make a
crude joke about you, you'll laugh with them.  When they spit in your face
as you suck their cock you'll smile and wipe the spit into your mouth. 
Your husband and son will say hurtful things about you and you'll get mad
and swear you'll confront them at home but you won't because you'll realize
it doesn't matter because they'll just say the same things again the next
time they're in the club, they know you can't do anything about it." Kimmy
paused as she looked at Elizabeth.  "They will compare your mouth or cunt
or your anus to another mother in the club and you'll try harder to be
better than the other mother's here because it is about the money."

   "Okay, okay, I get it."

   Kimmy sat back.  "Don't take it personally when that happens to you. 
Just remember the money will be all yours."

   Kimmy smiled at Elizabeth.  "Now, drop your bra, that's good.  Stand up
so we can take your skirt off."

   "But, come on, the skirt?"

   "It looks good on you Dr Sterling but not in a setting like this."

   Elizabeth stood up and undid the clasp on the side of the skirt and let
it fall to the ground.

   The ten year-old sucked in her breath as she took in Elizabeth's sheer
panties.  "Very good Dr Sterling, you'll make a lot of mouths water."

   Kim reached over picking up the bra and skirt and tossed over to the
blouse.  Just then two mother's walking by step on her clothes.

   "Hey wait a minute!"

   "Nobody cares, Dr Sterling," Kim replied as they both looked at the
women walking out the door.

   "Okay, now some tips on cock sucking," the youngster said.  "If your
sucking a patron by yourself always look at his eyes, not his cock, don't
be looking around or look bored.  Let him know that his cock is the center
of your universe.  That you love it, adore it and that you enjoy having it
in your mouth.  Also, very important, no hands when your sucking.  Like
this."

   The ten year-old slowly and sensuously moved her lips over the tip of
the cock, stuck her tongue out licking around the head and slowly swallowed
the head.  She kept looking at the mannequins eyes.  She smiled at the
mannequin, then kissed the length of the cock up and down then French
kissed the head again, licked the length with her tongue.  The meter was
moving from red to yellow.  The youngster then rubbed her face all over the
cock and moved down to the balls.

   Elizabeth's eyes got big as she watched the girl.  She had never seen a
tongue like that before.  The girl was good but it was her tongue that
mesmerized Elizabeth.  But she was even more surprised when she got a
tingling sensation in her tummy.  What was that from?

   Kimmy stopped what she was doing.  "What?" Kimmy asked as she looked
around.

   "Your, um, your tongue, it's..."

   "Unique?  Yeah I get that quite a bit." Kimmy smiled.  "My tongue sticks
four inches out and is tapered at the end as you can see." Kimmy stuck her
tongue out again and moved it back and forth.  "The patrons just love my
tongue, love to feel it on their cock, their nuts and especially their
brown button."

   The only thing that came to Elizabeth's mind was, `wicked looking'.

   "Now you try it."

   Elizabeth nodded her head but was nervous as she took a deep breath.  By
force of habit she reached out for the cock.

   "No, you can never touch a cock that you are sucking.  It takes away
from the patrons pleasure." Kimmy got up and walked to the edge of the
room.

   Elizabeth blushed as she watch the girl walk away, there was a thin
piece of string that came up her butt crack to her waist, then around her
waist and down to the little piece of cloth that covered her youthful
vagina.  Her mouth watered as she watched the ten year-old, her blonde hair
flowing over her shoulders, her gait was perfect, fuck the girl was perfect
in every way reach into a box for something.  Whoever married her would be
one lucky bastard she thought and probably she would pop out very beautiful
babies.  Stop it Elizabeth, she's just ten years-old.

   Elizabeth heart froze when she saw what the girl was carrying,
handcuffs.

   "For first timers," Kimmy smiled as she stood in front of Elizabeth.

   "But I'm not a first timer," Elizabeth gulped.

   "In here you are." Kimmy walked around Elizabeth.  "Put your arms back.
Come on, Nothing to be ashamed of Dr Sterling.  You just need to break your
old habits."

   Elizabeth reluctantly moved her arms back.  Kimmy quickly and expertly
cuffed Elizabeth's wrists.

   "Okay, now suck!"

   Elizabeth leaned over and realized that she was trying to use her hands.


   "That's it, look at him, smile at him.  Very good, up and down and kiss
it.  Yes, that's good." Kimmy stepped over the mannequins legs.  "The meter
is moving Dr Sterling."

   Elizabeth kept up her sucking and kissing.

   "Now don't pay attention to what I am about to do."

   The young girl reached out and pinch Elizabeth's ear lobes with her
thumb and index fingers.  Elizabeth never did like that but she tried to
ignore it.  Kimmy took hold her ears and directed her head movements.

   "This is what a patron will do." she said.  Then she ran her fingers
through her hair.  Elizabeth never did like that either, it messed up her
hair style.

   "Come on, work it, Dr Sterling, up and down, that's it." The ten
year-old had her left hand behind Elizabeth's head pushing it up and down.
"That-a girl, that's it, keep looking at his eyes, smile."

   Elizabeth's jaw started to ache but the needle moved into the yellow and
close to the green.  She also kept struggling against the handcuffs.

   "Okay, stop, that was very good, Dr Sterling."

   Elizabeth smiled at the girl.

   "Now for the two headed suck." Kimmy smiled.  "When two females are
sucking a cock we look at each other and not the patron.  The patron wants
to know that the girls sucking his cock are enjoying it.  That they love
sharing his cock and that his cock is the center of their universe.  The
first move to learn is that we both start at the root of his cock, your
lips on one side and mine on the other.  We move up the cock, our lips on
the cock with our tongue between our lips licking the cock as we move up.
The tips of our noses must be touching as we move up his cock.  At the tip
of his cock we both kiss two times, we both swirl our tongues around the
head of the cock.  Our tongues must touch as we lick the head and then we
go back down again.  All the while looking at each other.  Every third
movement up, we both kiss the tip of the cock, our lips must be touching as
we kiss the tip.  Okay?"

   Elizabeth nodded her head.  So much to learn.

   "Let's try it." the girl said.  "But, don't concentrate on my tongue,
keep your eyes on me."

   Elizabeth and Kimmy positioned their lips at the root of the cock, their
noses touching.

   "Remember to smile Dr Sterling."

   With their noses touching and their lips on the cock they both moved up
the stem to the tip.  At the tip of the cock both tongues swirled around
the tip, both of them smiling at each other.  Back down the stem to the
root.  On the third time up the cock Kimmy initiated the kiss with
Elizabeth.  It was strange to Elizabeth to kiss another female, especially
a girl.  For some reason her stomach tingled.

   They both went down the cock to the root and back up again.  Elizabeth
was a little slow.  "Teamwork, Dr Sterling." the girl said as their tongues
licked around the top of the cock.

   Down they went again.  On the third up they both kissed the tip of the
cock, their lips and tongue touching as they did so.

   "Very good Dr Sterling."

   They both took a breather.

   "Now, the second step is where I suck down on his cock and you lick and
kiss your way down his cock to this balls.  Gently kiss and lick his balls
and as you know, a males balls are very delicate, use your lips and tongue
to make them feel good."

   Elizabeth nodded her head.

   "Now to get to the second movement, I will gently touch your arm.  That
is your queue to move down his cock to his balls.  Let's try from the tip
of the cock."

   They both put their lips on the tip and Kimmy touched Elizabeth's arm. A
little jolt went through Elizabeth and that bothered her.

   Kimmy sucked down on the tip of the cock as Elizabeth licked and kissed
her way down the cock to the balls.  She licked and kissed the balls.  She
also noticed the meter in the yellow going slowly to the green.

   "Very good, Dr Sterling," Kimmy said again as they took a break.  "For
the third movement as you are kissing and licking his balls I will touch
your wrist.  You are to move down from his balls to his anus."

   "What?"

   "Don't worry, we all do it."

   "That's not what I meant."

   "A patron wants to know that his ass is just as important to a female.
To heighten his pleasure it is our responsibility to kiss and suck his
anus, make love to his anus.  Rub your cheeks, nose and forehead all over
his anus, let him know that his anus is more important than you." Kimmy
paused.  "When it comes to the pleasure of the patron nothing is beneath
us."

   Elizabeth smiled weakly.

   "Now, back on his balls and I will touch your wrist and move down to his
ass, gently use your head to get him to pull his legs back to his chest. 
In this case, I move the mannequin's legs back to his chest."

   Elizabeth nodded her head.

   "Don't be shy Dr Sterling.  Think of the money if you have to."

   Elizabeth nodded her head again.

   "Oh, yes, if the meter turns green while we are doing this movement, I
will tap you on the head like this." Kimmy used her middle finger to tap on
Elizabeth's head.  "You are to stop kissing his anus and come up to me. 
When the cock finishes spurting its cum we then kiss each other.  As we
kiss I will swallow a little of the cum and push the rest into your mouth.
You swallow a little bit and push the cum into my mouth.  We keep doing
this until there is no more cum.  We do this with his cock next to us."

   The ten year-old looked at Elizabeth.

   "You have to swallow some of the cum Dr Sterling.  If you don't that
will piss off the other person plus we can all tell when somebody doesn't
swallow the cum.  Oh, don't let any cum drop from your mouth and if there
is dribble, use your finger to scoop it into your mouth.  If there is cum
dribble on the other persons chin then use your tongue to lick it up."

   For the next twenty minutes Kimmy and Elizabeth licked, kissed, sucked
the cock.  Elizabeth kissed the anus of the mannequin, rubbing her nose and
forehead all over it.  Kimmy deep throated the cock.  Each time Kimmy
touched her Elizabeth got a little jolt in her stomach and a tingly
sensation in her cunt.  And it still bothered her.

   Finally the cock spurted into Kimmy's mouth and Elizabeth came up for a
cum kiss.  Kissing the lips of the ten year-old gave Elizabeth a jolt to
her cunt and a tingling sensation in her stomach.  What was happening to
her.  As they kissed the girl looked at Elizabeth and she blushed.  Kimmy
pushed her tongue into Elizabeth's mouth pushing the cum into her mouth. 
The cum wasn't bad tasting.  It reminded her of ambrosia.  It took about a
minute to swallow and pass the cum back and forth until it was all gone.

   "Very good, Dr Sterling," Kimmy smiled as they both stood up.  The girl
licked her lips.  "You are a very good kisser."

   Elizabeth blushed and nodded, "You're not bad yourself."

   Kimmy smiled.  "That's how we double team a cock."

   "That will take some getting used too," Elizabeth replied as she opened
her mouth a little and moved her jaw back and forth.  "Hard on the jaw."

   "Yes, it is, but we have something special for that."

   "Gum?"

   "Yes, over here.  I think Mayor Jean mentioned to gum to you, at least
she should have."

   "Yes, she did."

   As they walked across the room Elizabeth noticed a bowl on the ledge
close to the door.  As they got closer a woman and her daughter came
through the door.  Both momentarily stopped at the bowl and then spit into
it.  The woman spit out a pink wad of gum and the girl spit out a blue wad
of gum.  They both walked on in to the practice room.

   "I hope that's not..." Elizabeth asked but Kimmy cut her off.

   "Yes, it is," the girl replied with a smile.

   As they walked up to the bowl Elizabeth looked in.  Inside the bowl were
different sizes and colors of used chewing gum some of which were floating
is a pool of spit.

   "You can't be serious." Elizabeth had a look of disgust on her face as
she looked at Kimmy.

   "Chewing gum is expensive Dr Sterling.  The club saves money by reusing
the gum as many times as it can.  New sex talent are sometimes determined
to buy their own gum but it becomes a frivolous purchase and they end up
using this."

   Elizabeth looked at the bowl again and gulped.

   Kimmy reached into the bowl and pulled out a used wad of green gum,
rolled it between her fingers and popped into her mouth.  Then she reached
into the bowl again and pulled out three wads of gum.  Elizabeth noticed
that the girl picked the three pieces out of the floating spit.  She rolled
the gum between her fingers and looked at Elizabeth.

   "Open up!" the girl smiled.  Elizabeth's hands were still cuffed behind
her back.  "Come on, Dr Sterling, we're property, we don't get the best of
anything."

   Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders and opened her mouth a little.  The ten
year-old stuffed the used gum into her left cheek.  "Okay, chew away!"

   The used gum didn't have flavor anymore and it tasted funny.  It took
all of Elizabeth's will power not to vomit and spit the gum out.  Kimmy was
happily chewing away on hers.

   "Hi, mom," Kimmy smiled as her mother walked up to them.  "Dr Sterling
this is my mother Mrs Monica Gates."

   Mrs Gates held out her hand but laughed when Elizabeth blushed and
slightly turned showing Mrs Gates her handcuffed wrists.

   "Please to meet you, Mrs Gates," Elizabeth smiled.

   Mrs Gates smiled.  "I see my whore of a daughter wastes no time getting
to to know the new sex talent." Elizabeth blushed.

   Kimmy smiled at Elizabeth.  "The old hag is jealous that I make more
money than her."

   Mrs Gates kissed Kimmy on the lips and Elizabeth noticed that it was a
passionate kiss, not a quick `peck on the lips'.  Mrs Gates looked at
Elizabeth.  "So you're Dr Sterling.  You're the most famous person we've
had here."

   Elizabeth blushed.  "Well, just consider me part of the sex talent." She
hated saying that.

   Mrs Gates smiled at Elizabeth.  She was wearing only white thigh
stockings with blue bows at the top and her shiny black six inch
stiletto's. Elizabeth noted that Mrs Gates breasts had no sagging even
though she was probably a little older than her.

   Hannah walked up smiling.  She was wiping her mouth with the back of her
hand.

   "This is my daughter Hannah," Elizabeth said.  "Hannah this is Kim and
her mother Mrs Monica Gates."

   "Kimmy," the ten year-old said as she shook Hannah's hand.

   "Please to meet both of you," Hannah replied as she shook both hands. 
Hannah totally naked wearing only her white thigh stockings and her shiny
black four inch stiletto's.

   Mrs Gates licked her lips.  "You are a very beautiful young woman."

   Hannah blushed.  "Thank you."

   "We should do a dance together sometime, maybe even practice together."

   "Fuck mom," smiled Kimmy.  "You just met her and you're trying to get
between her legs!"

   "Of course, Hannah is a beautiful young woman that I could easily knee
before and worship."

   Elizabeth felt uncomfortable on hearing that and Hannah blushed deep
red.

   "You're such a slut mom," Kimmy said.  "Ignore her Hannah, she's always
trying to fuck the new talent."

   Neither Elizabeth nor Hannah knew how to take that.

   Mrs Gates reached into the used gum bowl and took a wad of pink gum,
popping it into her mouth.  "You're such a slut Kimmy," she said, "I wasn't
thinking that at all."

   "Handcuffs, mom?" asked Hannah as she looked behind her mom.

   "Well, um,"

   Kimmy moved next to Elizabeth.  "She has to learn not to use her hands.
I mean, she says she's a good cock sucker and all, but." Kimmy was smiling,
teasing.

   "Wait a minute," Elizabeth tried to protest but Mrs Gates cut her off.

   Mrs Gates smiled at Elizabeth.  "Dr Sterling, only young girls here like
my Kimmy are good cock suckers.  Women like us have a hard time keeping up
with the youngsters."

   "Well you do look sexy wearing the handcuffs mom."

   "Kimmy could you take these cuffs off please?"

   "OOOkay," Kimmy teased.  These cuffs didn't need a key as they were push
button activated.

   "Um, I heard that there are several seminars here today." Elizabeth said
rubbing her wrists.

   Kimmy said, "Yes, and there is one in the dressing room.  Come on, let's
go hear it.  Might get some good ideas."

   Mrs Gates smiled then licked her lips looking at Hannah.

   **

   The four of them walked into the crowded dressing room.

   "Did you know that face powder can cause respiratory infections?  That
shaving with oil can lead to smoother results than cream?  That the key to
a clear, blemish-free ass is to scrub, scrub and scrub again?"

   Kimmy leaned next to Elizabeth and said in low voice.  "That's Mrs
Reagan Holmes.  She and her two daughters are dancers here.  Her two
daughters are paying off their college loans with the money their making
here."

   Elizabeth nodded her head.

   "Thing is her daughters earn more money whoring themselves out than if
they were using their degrees to work at some stupid business."

   "Shhh," Mrs Gates said.

   Elizabeth nodded her head still chewing her gum.  Her jaw still ached
with the sucking and licking she had done.

   There were a dozen mothers and daughters in a semi-circle around the
woman.  "Our patrons love it when they touch and slap our ass and having a
smooth ass is a requirement for this job.  So exfoliate until your ass is
red," Mrs Holmes said.  "Don't be shy.  Just scrub your ass off.  Your sons
and brothers will enjoy feeling your ass cheeks."

   Another woman stepped forward.  Kimmy leaned over to Elizabeth and
Hannah.  "Her name is Marge.

   "As we all know stripping is hard work, Hell, I've been dancing here for
four years.  Regardless of what sex movies like Dancing Girls and The
Lesbian Strippers would have us believe.  It's not all having a romantic
affair with a young girl who you dance with or a young girl getting swept
off their feet by a middle aged woman.  It's exhausting, both physically
and mentally.  My daughter and I have had to take some breaks to do other
things just to recharge.  But much of the blood, sweat and tears of
strip-tease and sex work goes into the backstage beauty routine.  So today,
Reagan and I will cover strip-club beauty tips."

   "I have very sensitive skin, so I can only use natural products," Reagan
said.  "Heavy makeup really takes its toll, especially if it's full of
chemicals.  You can break out and it irritates your eyes.  I'm all about
the natural stuff.  Tarte, mostly, which I buy at Sexies over on Dartmouth.
As you can see I fair complexion and curly red hair.  Before I come in for
my shift I usually take a bath at home and let my long locks air dry.  I
don't style it much or use a lot of sprays or anything and the young boys
really seem to like that," she says.  "I get the `you look like a mermaid'
comment a lot as they push their cock into my mouth and run their hands
through my hair."

   Marge spoke up.  "For you young girls you might want to pour on the
candy smelling perfume or bathe in cheap, Fruit Loop-scented body soap. 
The men will like how fresh smelling you are," Marge smiled.  "They'll tip
extra for a young girl who smells like a lollipop."

   "As for shaving and waxing," Reagan said.  "In many ways I'm lucky
because my hair is fine and light-colored, but Marge on the other hand."

   Marge stepped up.  "I'm a brunette so everyday before coming here I have
to shave my armpits, legs and my crotch.  I recommend a good razor and
oil," Marge continued.  "My daughter and I learned the oil thing from
watching porno," Marge said.  "These two thirty something women were in a
bathtub and they were shaving each other as their little boys watched. 
They were using baby oil.  So now we use coconut oil and it's wonderful. 
No red bumps."

   Marge paused picking up a carton and showing everybody.  "I like to take
an Epsom salts bath on work days to keep my skin supple, it helps when I'm
spanked or slapped.  I also like to apply my favorite perfume, ambrosia, it
makes me smell like male cum.  Sometimes I will straighten my wavy hair and
if it's going to be a busy night, I like to add blonde extensions for extra
flare because the boys love playing with my hair like that."

   "Aren't you afraid of getting your hair extensions caught on something?"
a mother asked.

   "At first I was really timid about the extensions.  I'd hold my head all
stiff as the patron pushed his cock in and out of my mouth and I was also
worried when I was on the pole they'd get caught in my armpit and rip out,
but now I know they're not that delicate and the boys have fun with them."

   Reagan and Marge had Elizabeth's attention as they went over make-up. 
Prior to their strip-tease with their daughter's Marge and Reagan use
bronzer to accentuate their cheekbones and highlighter to freshen up their
eyes.  Reagan suggested they get their nails done about once a week.  They
both don false eyelashes, which both women said would make them appear
"dumb down" to the patrons.

   One of the girls asked about glitter.

   Marge replied that as a middle aged woman she wasn't against a little
glitter, however, young girls should make themselves all shiny for the
patrons." Marge laughed a little.  "For you younger girls, once you slide
down the pole to the dance table men and boys will suddenly be like
raccoon's.  They're like, `Oooh, something shiny!'"

   Everybody laughed.

   Reagan added.  "Check this out from the national government," Reagan
held up her smart phone.  "This app from the government has tutorials on
everything, eye shadow, liner, mascara.  I've really stepped up my eye
makeup game thanks to this app."

   Hannah asked about dry skin.

   "You get used to having dry skin," Reagan replied.  "We have a joke
here, that we're all alligators, not just because our skin can get dry but
because we have callouses in weird places from the pole, like the insides
of our thighs, behind our armpits, down our sides."

   Ever consider buffing the callouses off asked another teen girl.

   "No way, they're necessary.  They're a defense against irritated skin."

   How about exercise?

   "We get our exercise at the pole, while dancing on the tables and having
vigorous sex," Reagan replied.

   Marge added.  "It is also where my daughter and I have learned to love
our bodies.  Getting naked in front of young boys and men in a public
setting like this has made us more comfortable with ourselves.  I didn't
use to have very high self-esteem.  I was really socially anxious, and I
felt bad because I didn't have porn-star teardrop tits, but now I know,
boys and men don't care.  They just like our bodies.  They want to fuck our
holes, have a good time and move on to the next whore."

   **

   On the drive home Elizabeth and Hannah sat in silence.

   "That was fun but it was totally weird." Hannah said.

   "The kissing?"

   "Well, everything."

   After lunch was the kissing session.  It was open to all but aimed at
new mothers and daughters.  It was how to act naturally when kissing your
mother or daughter.  Hannah and Elizabeth kissed for the first time.  It
was very uncomfortable for both.  They French kissed, tongue kissed, sucked
each others tongue, learned how to kiss passionately.  Then they traded
partners.  Elizabeth kissing Mrs Gates, then Kimmy.  For some odd reason
Elizabeth's body reacted sexually each time she kissed the ten year-old. 
Then back to kissing Hannah.  For an hour they kissed and at the end it was
comfortable for Elizabeth.  The mother conducting the kissing seminar had
them chew gum and then swap the gum as they kissed.  It was a fun exercise
using their tongues to push their gum into each others mouths.

   Then came a question and answer period and a mother asked about condom
usage.  The mother answering the question replied that birth control was
free for the talent.  Elizabeth asked about STDs and other infections.  The
woman replied that the male patrons better not have any diseases or
infections if their wife and daughters were dancing here.  A good female
always knew if her man had any diseases.

   "But wouldn't condoms remove the guess work from whether a male had STDs
or not?" Elizabeth pressed.

   The woman smiled at Elizabeth.

   "Here is the truth about the science of bareback sex and ejaculation:
Unprotected sex is more alluring and pleasurable for the female and it's
not just for sensation.  Why?  Scientific research at this strip club and
others around the country show that male seminal fluid contains chemicals
that elevate a female's mood, increases her affection, induces a peaceful
sleep, and contains at least three anti-depressants that are beneficial for
females of any age."

   Elizabeth had never heard of such research.

   "Women and girls over seventeen who enjoy cunt and anal sex "au natural"
are less depressed than women who use condoms or abstain from sex.  The
young girls, the six to sixteen year-old's that suck cock and drink sperm
do better in school than their peers.  Hell, I've heard anecdotal evidence
that the girls who work here do as much as twenty percent better on testing
than their peers."

   The woman paused as she looked around the room.  "I have consumed quarts
of semen from young boys just entering puberty to old men and I can
certainly attest to a heightened peaceful feeling after wards."

   Elizabeth wasn't so sure.

   "As I said, it is up to the mother to know whether her husband or son
has STDs or infections." She paused again.  "Sex without condoms is
definitely more pleasurable.  The next day you feel much better about
yourself.  Young girls have more confidence in themselves.  The same
studies have also shown that women and girls who had been getting regular
sperm ejaculations from a male, then suddenly stopped, felt worse about
themselves, young girls who were sucking cock and drinking the sperm and
suddenly stopped performed worse in school and were more awkward in social
situations.  Women who had the male use a condom were reported to be more
depressed.  This strengthens the argument that unprotected sex and sperm
are addictive.  Therefore, ladies, we can conclude that natural exposure to
semen and sperm, whether sucking a cock or having the cock fuck us, can
stimulate ovulation, as well as make us happier, pliant, and docile."

   The other mothers and daughters clapped and nodded their heads.

   **

   Hannah got out of the car.  "You coming?" she asked.

   "In a minute," Elizabeth replied.  "Let me gather myself first." Hannah
nodded her head.

   Her thoughts went back to earlier that day to what Kimmy had told her
about rough sex.  Elizabeth shook her head and looked out the car window.
So much has changed since she was young girl.  The hardest part of the
afternoon was the art of kissing anus.  Kimmy and her mom stayed with
Elizabeth and Hannah to make it easier on them.

   "Work around the muscle, not straight into the muscle, but work your
tongue around it." Mrs Gates instructed.

   "Remember that when rimming you are not playing ass darts.  The anus is
not a bullseye that you should aim your tongue at straight away.  Let the
men and boys watching you get a good look at what you're doing." Kimmy
said. "If a boy or man has paid to have you lick his anus, then begin by
licking, kissing, stroking and nibbling around the area, then move on to
tiny, light licks there with the very tip of your tongue, building up the
intensity as you slowly stimulate more of the nerve endings around the
muscle."

   "Take time to lick all the little ridges around his anus in circular
motions, before beginning to lap at the hole itself," Mrs Gates added. 
'Focus on stimulating the hard ring of muscle; there aren't as many nerves
actually inside the rectum, so if you do want to penetrate your his anus
with your tongue, you only need to push in very slightly."

   Elizabeth looked at Hannah who was on her back with her legs over her
head.  Her anus was staring back at Elizabeth.

   "Dr Sterling, try not to neglect the rest of his body while you're
concentrating on kissing and licking his brownie.  Run your hands over his
ass cheeks and down their legs; reach up and play with their nipples; and
if you're rimming a boy while he's laying face-down, try delicately pulling
his penis back between his legs, if his erection is long enough because in
this position your chin will massage his balls while you're French kissing
his ass.  Remember to smile while you're rimming."

   Elizabeth kissed Hannah's anus for the first time, it was strange and
surreal.  Elizabeth's jaw ached after twenty minutes of kissing, licking
and slobbering over her daughter's anus.  Then it was Hannah's turn.  With
Elizabeth laying on her back and her legs over her head, Hannah kissed,
licked and slobbered over her mother's anus.

   Then Elizabeth kissed Kimmy's anus and the Mrs Gates and Hannah did the
same.  Both Kimmy and her mother emphasized there should be no shame or
embarrassment about kissing the anus of another female, it was a natural
act.

   Kimmy smiled shyly at Elizabeth after she had kissed the girl's little
brownie.  It made Elizabeth's stomach tingle.

   After a short break they Kimmy and her mom showed them how to nibble and
eat cunt.  With great nervousness Elizabeth kissed and licked and nibble at
Hannah's little cunt.  In a couple of minutes Hannah was coming which
surprised Elizabeth.  Hannah was embarrassed about coming in front of
everybody.

   **

   Wednesday, Thursday and Friday were a blur to Elizabeth.  It was pretty
much the same thing at the club, learning on the mannequins, practice
dancing at home, and practicing cunt and anal licking with each other.  It
was surreal.

   Elizabeth had grown-up in the same city, knew what sex was all about at
a young age from watching her mother at home, later she went to the Young
Girl Club a lot over her teenage years and when she turned sixteen her
mother took her virginity.  When she left for college and then grad school
she vowed she wouldn't get involved in this type of sex again but life had
a way of dragging one back into the fold.

   Elizabeth just never figured that she would be sexually involved with
her daughter or her son, well at the club at least with him.  She looked at
herself in the bathroom mirror.  At Thirty-five she still had a rockin'
body, beautiful hair and the looks of a teenager.

   Her husband walked into the bathroom, naked, his cock swinging back and
forth.  The females at the club referred to the patrons as "swinging
dicks". Elizabeth smiled to herself.

   Since Wednesday her husband and son were walking around the house
bottomless, no pants or underwear and at other times just plan naked.  At
first that really upset Elizabeth and Hannah but Elizabeth realized that
what Kimmy had told earlier in the week was true, there was nothing she
could do about it.  Her husband and son would make rude comments about
fucking them or having them suck their cocks and laugh about it.  With
Kevin he would always have pre-cum on the tip of his cock.

   "Ready to get fucked tonight?" smiled her husband.

   "What do you think?"

   "I'd take that as a yes," he chuckled.  "I'm gonna fuck you every which
way."

   Elizabeth rolled her eyes.  Kevin said pretty much the same thing.  She
should get dressed and head over to the club even though their shift didn't
start until five that evening.  At least she would be able to get over her
nervousness and doubts.  Hannah was just as nervous.

   Later down stairs in the kitchen Elizabeth and Hannah when Kevin walked
in, wearing only a t-shirt.  "You two cunts ready to double-team my cock
tonight?"

   "Gawd Kevin your so crude!" Hannah replied.

   Elizabeth looked at her son.  "Please, Kevin, not here."

   Kevin laughed and walked out.

   **

   On Thursday though Mayor Jean called me into her office at the club. 
Alicia was sitting there.  As I sat down Mayor Jean said, "I've decided to
make Alicia manager of sex talent here" I nodded and smiled at her.  "Her
job is to manage the whores, which includes you."

   I didn't say anything but smiled at the mayor.  Whore, what a word. 
Last week I wasn't one and now I am one.

   "The reason I called you here though is that as you probably know the
Whorehouse, Young Girl club and us are members of the National Association
of Female Sex Workers."

   "Yes I heard."

   "Well, next year the national legislature will be holding hearings on
minimum education levels of girls signing on to be sex workers."

   "Okay." I wondered where this was going.

   "The association has asked its member chapters to designate a
representative who can clearly articulate our position on the matter."

   "What is our position?" I sat up straighter.

   "Our position is that we support girls as young as six and women as old
as sixty in becoming sex workers.  We also believe the minimum educational
standards for girls is that they be able to write their name, read at the
fifth grade level and be able to do simple math like addition and
subtraction." Mayor Jean paused looking at me.  She knew that I advocated
for girls graduating from college and joining the workforce.  The
associations position was that if girls wanted to advance beyond the fifth
grade at age 10, that they would be taking away resources from boys who
were more deserving.  Mayor Jean continued.  "We are working with the
school district to rewrite the girls curriculum in grades four and five for
heavy emphasis on make-up, skin care, fashion tips, and hair maintenance."

   "In other words, how to be a whore."

   "Does that bother you?" Mayor Jean leaned forward in her chair.

   I paused.  "No" but my insides were screaming YES!  "Girls, eight, nine
and ten need to know what is involved in how to look like a whore."

   Mayor Jean smiled.  "Good.  Now Alicia will be setting your speaking
schedule.  You'll be traveling around the country talking to large groups
of girls and women on the benefits of becoming sex workers without the need
for education beyond grade five."

   Alicia spoke up.  "You will of course be home by Friday evening so you
can strip and fuck on Saturdays as per your contract."

   I sat up straight.  "I don't know what to say to these girls and women."

   "You'll be sent our talking points in the couple of days." She paused
and stared at me.  "On the personal side you can tell those girls and women
that even with your advanced degrees you still ended up being a sex worker,
a stripper." Mayor Jean looked at me.  "Better yet, tell them that when you
think about it, how ashamed you feel that you took resources and a spot in
college from a boy that was more deserving."

   I was about to protest but just nodded my head.  I hoped my
embarrassment didn't show through.

   "So you have been here for several days now, how are the mental health
visits going?" Alicia asked.



   **

   In the club late Saturday afternoon.

   My emotions were all over the place, it was so hard to think clearly.  I
couldn't remember the last time I'd felt so alive.  A sea of female flesh,
moving, giggling, touching, stroking, in the dressing room.  I took a deep
breath and looked again.  At least a dozen scantily clad and sexy little
girls and sexy adult women crammed together in the crowded dressing room.
They were primping themselves at the cosmetics-strewn dressing tables, or
playfully helping each other out of - no, into - the kind of outfits that
fueled many a male's imagination.  Even though I had been here all week I
didn't know all the women and girls in the dressing room.  The music was
thumping in the building, getting the husbands and their sons in the mood,
not that they needed any help.

   As Elizabeth looked around the dressing she saw a busty French maid, and
there a bespectacled, stocking-clad eleven or twelve year-old looking like
a secretary.  Over there, a mother daughter duo burlesque dancers helping
each other into their corsets.  And that was certainly no real policewoman!
Two little girls in string bikini's putting make-up on on each other.

   I felt dizzy just looking over all the women and their daughters getting
ready for an evening of fucking and sucking.  I needed to change into my
outfit.  I saw Hannah on the other side of the dressing room.  She waved me
over.

   My arm was caught and I was spun around by a cute little girl, dressed
as some kind of sailor.  "What's your name, you're pretty!" She cried out
in childish and cheerful voice, playing with her pigtails.  Her eyes lit
up. "I know you!" the girl turned.  "Hey mommy, it's that doctor lady the
one you said was a duck."

   "A quack honey." replied a woman from one of the dressing tables.

   "Hi," was all I could say.  There was laughter around the room.

   "Don't mind her." Said an adult female who looked like a male fantasy
version of a blonde teenage cheerleader.  "I'm Sandy.  This is your first
time tonight?"

   "Um, yes, I'm..."

   Sandy cut her off.  "Well good luck tonight then." she smiled and turned
back to the dressing table.

   And then they were swarming around me, laughing and giggling, spinning
me back and forth.  I tried to tell them to stop, but I was woozy.  I tried
to fight, but I kept seeing things that threw me off-balance - a silver
chain dangling from a bouncing breast, a flash of thigh leading to a
completely naked mound.  Perfumes fogged the air and my head, including one
all-pervasive scent that was strangely enticing and disturbing.

   "Dr Sterling's gonna be popular!" I gasped at the sight of a pre-teen
girl dressed as a nun.  Was nothing sacred?  It was a figure hugging
outfit, cut to reveal garters and stockings, and topped by a spiked collar.

   "Good luck!" a trampy looking schoolgirl in pigtails smiled.  "You're
gonna be fuckin and suckin soon."

   Hannah over in the corner smiling at me waved me over.  I was working my
way through the crowd of girls and women.

   A girl, maybe seven or eight, dressed as a nurse smiled.  "Don't be
nervous, just have fun tonight."

   I just nodded my head and smiled back at her.  I walked up to Hannah. 
"Wow, didn't imagine this."

   "It sure is something." She agreed.

   Just then Kimmy came walking up with a her left hand behind her back.

   Kimmy stepped in front of me and handed me a single red rose.  "For good
luck tonight, Dr Sterling."

   I blushed as I took the rose.  "Thank you Kimmy."

   Kimmy blushed also.  I could tell she was very nervous.  She smiled and
turned back to her dressing table.

   And then someone shouted "Angela's coming!" and the atmosphere in the
room instantly changed.  Was that fear?  I wondered as the girls rushed
back to their dressers.  Angela was one of the ten year-old managers ran
the club for the city and Mayor Jean.

   She was a slender yet shapely brown-haired beauty, with a cute little
nose.  She certainly couldn't be much older than ten.  She looked
wholesome, the sort of girl you'd see entering a local beauty pageant.  Her
expression was open, friendly, almost tender.

   And she was terrifying.  Earlier in the week we had met her but didn't
really get to know her.

   She wore a delicate silver choker about the neck that said, "Whores".

   She surveyed the room.  "Next group of whores is on in five minutes,"
She said, and clapped her hands.  "So get upstairs and get ready to drop
down.  Chop chop!" The half a dozen girls and women immediately lept to
their feet and hurried out of sight, putting finishing touches to their
outfits and makeup as they went.

   Then her eyes fell on me, and my heart froze.  "You.  Come here." She
ruled here.  Kimmy had told me earlier in the week that disobedience was
not an option.

   Gulping, I rushed over to her, still clutching the lapels of my jacket
with one hand.  She looked disapproving, and that little scowl might have
looked cute on anyone else.

   "Hands by your side." My palms were sweaty, clammy, as I did as I told,
feeling the jacket beginning to fall open, willing it to stay shut.

   She looked me up and down, casually, and tilted her head as she peered
at the shapes half-revealed under my top.  Meeting my eyes, she asked,
"What's your name?"

   "Elizabeth Sterling." Hannah and Kimmy were looking at me.

   With relief, I noticed the name meant nothing to Angela.  She was
thinking aloud.  "Beth?  No that's no good., Betty?  Lizzy, Lisa - aha,
Venus."

   She looked at me again.  "Your name is Venus.  What's your name?"

   "Venus," I answered, swallowing.  At her little smile, I felt a sigh of
relief that went straight to my groin.

   I gulped again as she unfastened something I hadn't noticed from her
belt - it looked like a riding crop.

   "This is your first night, so things may seem a little strange for you.
But the rules are simple enough.  If you fuck and suck like you trained,
you'll be okay." She was stroking her hand along the crop, it wasn't a
violent gesture at all.  She spoke calmly, casually, without a hint of
menace.  "You will suck and fuck, won't you?"

   I nodded quickly, my mouth too dry to speak.

   Angela looked around.  "All the new whores over here." she shouted. 
Women and girls who were half dressed came over to her.  She tapped the
crop against her palm.  "I'm the manager tonight.  You address me as Miss,
or Miss Angela.  Do you understand?"

   We all mumbled.  "Yes... Yes, Miss."

   "As you have all probably heard, you new adult whores will be sold at 75
percent off tonight.  We do that to keep your body in front of the clients.
After tonight though you will be sold at full price and if your sexual
charms don't entice a client to purchase you and you're not making money
for the club, you will be let go, which means you will have to pay us back.
So, you will have to decide how low you are willing to go.  It will be your
sexual charms that keep the clients buying you."

   Miss Angela looked around at us.  "Good luck tonight, whores, make us a
lot of money." Then she walked out of the room.

   **

   Our first night was finally done.  I sat down at the dressing table and
looked in the mirror.  My lipstick was still on but my cheeks were still a
bit red.  Her husband and her son Kevin had taken to slapping her face
after they had come in mouth.  Her ass cheeks hurt from the slapping of men
and boys and cum still leaked out of her asshole and pussy.  Elizabeth had
no idea that males could cum so much.

   "Good show tonight, Venus." Several girls and women said as they walked
by.

   "Thanks."

   "You did really good, Dr Sterling." It was Kimmy.  "Some are saying you
had the best first night ever for a whore I think."

   I smiled at her.  "Thanks Kimmy."

   "So, um, you going to the after party?  Over at Mrs Kendrick's house."

   "I don't know."

   "Oh come on it will be fun.  Mrs Kendrick has a nice big house she
bought with her own money.  Its secluded and quiet.  Nobody bothers us
there."

   "Yeah, mom, let's go, can we?" Hannah added.

   Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders.  "Oh, okay."

   "Thanks, mom, you're the best."

   "I'll text you the address, see you there, Venus," smiled Kimmy.

   Elizabeth's heart did a little flutter as she watched the youngster walk
away.

   Miss Angela walked up to to Elizabeth with a wad of cash banded
together. "You did really good tonight Venus," she said as she dropped the
neatly stacked pile of cash on the dressing table.

   "Thank you, miss." Elizabeth blushed.

   "This is the best first night haul of any whore.  We stopped selling
your body at a discount after you danced to that Venus song.  Mayor Jean
sure knows a winning whore when she sees one.  Anyway, good job."

   Hannah had her cash in hand as she came over to her mom.  "Damn, mom,
look at you!  All nervous and shit when we started."

   "I know right?" she replied looking at the stack of cash.

   The whole night was a blur of cocks in her mouth, getting spit on and
slapped.

   Elizabeth sat back in the chair and remembered those first moments.  She
and Hannah stood on the glass ceiling looking down at the dance tables. 
Elizabeth saw the two little girls who wore the string bikini's in a 69
position on the table surrounded by men and boys who were furiously pulling
on their cocks.  They were yelling something at the girls but she couldn't
hear what they were saying because of the music.

   Then the next song came on and Hannah and her slid down the poles in
front of Kevin and her husband and some other boys.  By the second song her
and Hannah were in a 69 position licking and sucking each other's anus'
with the her husband and Kevin cheering them on.  By the end of the song
her Husband and Kevin had left the table and were at the money booth. 
Elizabeth looked up at the large flat screen in the changing room and saw
that they had purchased a blow job each, from them.

   Sucking on her son's cock, she smiled up at him.  Kevin had his hand in
her hair and was stroking her head, then he slapped her left cheek and
laughed.

   "God damn, dad, doesn't mom look stupid with my cock in her mouth?" He
laughed and so did Elizabeth.

   Hannah was kneeling between her father's legs bobbing her head up and
down on his cock.  "Look at your whore of a sister, the stupid bitch!" he
hissed.  Both of them laughed and so did Hannah and Elizabeth.  "Your mom
wasn't much of cock sucker.  Have to say this little bitch is way better
than your mom."

   Elizabeth was thankful though that Kevin came in less than a minute. 
She opened her mouth and showed her son his cum pooled on her tongue. 
"Fuck yeah!" he hissed as she closed her mouth and swallowed his cum
smiling up at him.

   "What a stupid cock sucker," Kevin snickered and spit on her forehead
then slapped the side of her face.  Elizabeth kept smiling.

   "Bastard," Elizabeth almost said as she got up and wiped her forehead.
She headed out the door.  Hannah was still working her dads cock.  Even
though she told herself to not take their comments personally, her feelings
were still hurt.

   As she entered the dressing room she looked at the flat screen.  Next to
her name was "Boy, 9, assist peeing".  She looked around the dressing room
not many women or girls around, they were either dancing or sucking and
fucking.  The music was beating away.

   Elizabeth quickly washed her mouth out and went to the bathroom.  As she
walked in every one of the stalls was taken.  The doors of course had been
removed from the stalls.  Men and boys were either sitting on the toilet
with a girl or woman kneeling before them sucking their cocks or several
women were kneeling with their heads in toilet bowl as a teen boy or man
was fucking her from behind.

   "Are you Venus?" asked a boy.

   "Yes," Elizabeth replied looking down at the boy.

   "Good, I bought you to help my pee, suck and lick my black hole." smiled
the boy.

   Elizabeth smiled at the boy and took his hand and walked him to the kids
size urinal.

   "Whose face?"

   The boy thought for a moment.  "Yours" he replied looking up at
Elizabeth.

   Elizabeth pushed the button on the urinal until she found her picture. A
picture of her smiling.

   "Well?" the boy asked.

   Elizabeth knelt down beside the boy undoing his jeans and zipper and
took his small hard cock out.  It was cute she thought.  The boy stepped up
to the urinal.

   "All over your stupid face."

   Elizabeth knelt beside the boy aiming his cock at her picture, running
his pee up and down and all around her face.  The little had a smile his
face and Elizabeth was amazed at the amount of pee the youngster had.

   When the boy's pee trickled down and finally stopped the boy stepped
around Elizabeth onto a platform next to the urinal.  Elizabeth dutifully
undid the boys pants and pulled his underwear to his kneels.  She leaned
forward and kissed and licked the little cock.  The boy put his hands on
her head.

   "Look dad," the boy yelled out.

   Whoever his the boy's dad was replied.  "You got yourself a hot piece of
meat there son."

   After a minute or two the boy turned around and bent over at the waist.
Without saying a word Elizabeth leaned in again and kissed and licked the
boy's little brownie.  The boy started movie his hips up and down hissing,
"Yeah, yeah, you fucking ass licker!"

   So it was all over and Elizabeth pulled the boy's underwear and pants
up. As she stood up he smiled at her.  "Thanks!"

   Elizabeth smiled and said, "Buy me again and I'll do it for you again."
She hoped the boy wouldn't as she headed for the dressing room.

   By the time she made it back to the dressing room Angela was waiting for
her.

   "You ever heard of the song, Venus?  Venus?"

   "Um, no, miss."

   "Well, you're gonna dance to it.  Go up and slide down the middle pole.
That will put you in the middle of the room where everybody can see you. 
Just this one song so strip naked."

   "Yes miss." Elizabeth hurried up the stairs to the ceiling.  Elizabeth
wondered how long the song was and how to pace her undressing.

   "Make it damn good, it has a driving beat to it."

   When the song came on she slid down the pole and didn't know what came
over her.  The men and boys were cheering madly and throwing money at her.
The song was over too quick and by the time she was back in the dressing
room her sex card was filled.

   "Damn mom, that was a fucking wild dance you did," Hannah smiled as she
washed out her mouth.  She had dried cum on her back.

   The rest of the night was a blur.  She did remember being on her hands
and knees with her husband fucking her mouth and Kevin fucking her ass. 
Both had cum earlier so it took them longer to cum this time.  Her ass hurt
and jaws were sore by the time they came in her.

   Elizabeth shook her head.  She quickly got dressed and walked out the
door.  Hannah was waiting for her by the car.

   "Your Venus act was hot mom," Hannah said as she got into the car.

   "Thanks, honey," Elizabeth replied as she looked at the address that
Kimmy had texted her.

   Elizabeth looked at her smart phone and the text from Kimmy.  She didn't
know the area of where Mrs Kendrick's house was.  As she drove Hannah was
taping away on her phone.

   They got to the house which had a wide and long circular driveway.  Cars
were parked on both sides.  The house sat back from the street and was
surrounded by trees on three sides.  As Elizabeth drove slowly up to the
front of the house and stopped Hannah jumped out.

   "I'll see you inside mom!" she smiled as she slammed the door.

   Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders and drove a little further on to park.
She walked in the front door and took in the sight of naked and partially
naked women and girls.  Her heart fluttered a little bit.

   "Hi, I'm Mrs Kendrick, you must be Dr Sterling, or should I say Venus?"
smiled the woman who was wearing a string only slingshot bikini.  Two
little strips covering her nipples and a small triangle patch in her
crotch. "Hi, Mrs Kendrick, please to meet you." Elizabeth tried not to
stare at the woman.  "Thank you for inviting me."

   "No problem," she smiled as she led Elizabeth into the foyer of the
mansion.  "We find that after hours of dancing, fucking and sucking we need
to let off a little steam before we go home and face the males."

   Elizabeth hadn't thought of that.  How awkward would that be?  She
pushed that thought from her mind.

   Mrs Kendrick continued.  "We don't allow dildos or strap-on's here,
we've had enough dicks for one night."

   Elizabeth smiled and nodded her head.  Her anus still hurt a little.

   "Only tongues and fingers here."

   They entered the large living room off the foyer.  On the couch and
floor were women and girls kissing, some in sixty-nine on the floor, two
pre-teen girls were locked in an embrace kissing and fondling each other,
two women slowly tribbing in the corner.

   As Elizabeth and Mrs Kendrick walked through the mansion, Elizabeth was
congratulated on her first night cash haul and her Venus dance.  She saw
Kimmy in one of the upstairs bedrooms with an other woman.  Elizabeth was
about to turn around and leave them alone when Kimmy insisted that she join
them.

   **

   In the early hours of Sunday morning, Hannah and Elizabeth walked into
their house with nervous anticipation.  Kevin and his dad were sitting in
the living room watching sports on TV.  Both of them were naked.

   "There's our little fuckers!" Kevin yelled out.
   End of Chapter 2.