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If you send me a message from Storiesonline.net it will send an email notice to my email. The anonymous message feature on Storiesonline.net protects your email address and my email address. I hope you enjoy the story. Family strip club 3: ** Elizabeth drove into the parking lot of the Young Girl club. Alicia, her former receptionist and now the manager of female inventory at the strip club, had made her an appointment the other day and reminded her that she had to walk around the back of the building to get in. Elizabeth chafed at the fact that Alicia had total control of her and the other women and girls at the club and she was only eighteen. Elizabeth had always treated Alicia with respect but now it seemed like the power went to her head but there was nothing Elizabeth could do, property wasn't allowed to complain. When Hannah found out that her mom was finally going to the YGC she was excited, her mom was going to meet the famous Dr Swan. As Elizabeth left the house to go to the club Hannah declared, "Mom, when I get enough money saved I'm gonna purchase her anus and fuck the shit out of it." "Hannah! How can you say such a thing?" "Hell, mom, I already got my dildo ready," Hannah smiled. "Now, don't you be nervous when you meet her." Elizabeth was nervous. It had been 20 years since she had been to the YGC as it was known. She had fond memories as a young girl coming to the club to fuck and humiliate older women on weekends. She had to remind herself that she wanted to come here to see how much the place had changed because if she was going to refer her female clientele she could at least say she had been here. All women have self-esteem issues in their home life and the strip club management felt that a place like the YGC would build their self-esteem back up. Elizabeth had her doubts about that but she would make extra money if women she referred to YGC were hired. The Young Girl Club catered to girls six to sixteen. It was a place where they could blow off steam on Friday's, Saturday's and Sunday's. The club only hired women seventeen and older and no males were allowed in the club. As she remembered it, girls could purchase a woman for a set price or could negotiate a price with the woman. Girls could be just as rough as men and boys when it came to sex. It had been four weeks since she and Hannah had started dancing at the strip club. She made more money the last four weeks than she did with her business last year. She also made enough to cover the hundred dollars she gave to her husband and her son Kevin every Saturday so they could be at the strip club where they could have their cock sucked and fuck. Rumor had it that Mayor Jean wanted Elizabeth to dance a couple more nights a week with her Venus act. Venus, the name she was given the first night she and Hannah stripped. She dance to the music by the same name. She didn't know what had come over her when she first danced to the song but since then her popularity with the men and boys in club had gone up, she wasn't sold at half-price anymore. Elizabeth sat in her car and looked at the building. It seemed like a lifetime ago that she was here laughing with her friends, having a good time as they fucked the women in the club with their strap-on's, humiliating them, slapping them, mauling their tits. Fond memories. Elizabeth's thoughts returned to the second Saturday night she and Hannah had danced and whored at the club. Her husband had purchased her mouth but he had also purchased Jessie's mouth, Jessie was an eight year-old brunette with big brown eyes. Some of the mother's at the club were jealous of little Jessie, the girl had a natural tan body and had cuteness all over her. Like all little girls she was a skilled cock sucker which made her a client favorite. Several women had complained to Elizabeth in their sessions about how they hated competing with the girl. If they were double teaming a cock Jessie would always hog most of it plus she slobbered all over the cock and balls, which left the woman having to lick and slurp all that slobber. Sometimes some of the moms couldn't get their tongue or lips on the cock because of Jessie. Most males loved rubbing their cock up and down between Jessie's tight ass cheeks and when they came they would shoot their cum into her hair. Elizabeth and some of the other women didn't like it when the men and boys came in their hair. It took time to clean it our which took time away from them making money but Jessie didn't have worry about that as her sex card was always filled. Anyway, last Saturday her husband made Elizabeth stand there and watch as Jessie sucked his cock and licked his balls all the while verbally humiliating Elizabeth saying how Jessie was a better cock sucker than she was, the other men and boys in the room having their cocks sucked laughed and chuckled as her husband berated her sucking skills. Elizabeth was humiliated standing there watching the girl bob her head up and down on Randy's cock. He spit on the Jessie's forehead and his spit ran down her left eye, along her nose to her upper lip and without missing a beat the youngster swiped her tongue over her lip pulling the spit into her mouth. Jessie smiled up at her husband and kept on sucking. Elizabeth knew it wasn't Jessie's fault but the girl was popular with the patrons. And there was Kimmy. Something about the girl kept Elizabeth's interest. They did a dance together the third week and suck cock together several times that night. She liked the ten year-old but it bothered her that she got the butterflies each time she saw the youngster. Elizabeth smiled when she remembered that first night, Kimmy had given her a rose as good luck. Elizabeth shook her head. Her meeting was with Dr Julie Swan, who went by the name of Dr Asshole. She was a famous female psychiatrist who had her office at YGC. Elizabeth didn't know her but knew of her. Dr Swan had given up important research into the female psyche to ply her trade at the club. Elizabeth walked up to the red door. Red, the favorite color of whores, thought Elizabeth. She knocked on the door. A small horizontal slit opened, a pair of eyes peered back at her. "Yes? What do you want?" the woman asked. "Um, Dr Elizabeth Sterling, here to see Dr Swan." "You mean Dr Asshole don't you?" "Well, yes, I'm here to see Dr Asshole." The slit shut and Elizabeth looked around the area. There was no privacy here, anybody could plainly see whoever was standing here. Elizabeth was about to knock again but the door opened. "Come in," the woman said. It was dark inside the entrance. As Elizabeth's eyes adjusted to the darkness she could see the woman standing before her. Her hair was in pig tails, she had rouge on both cheeks, bright red lipstick on her lips, a pink halter top that came just below her ample breasts that proclaimed, `Property of the Young Girl Club'. She wore a school girl looking plaid mini skirt, white thigh stockings and black five inch heels. To Elizabeth the woman looked to be in her late 40's and was about fifty pounds over weight. That didn't matter to the club though, they hired all sorts and types of women. The young female clientele that came to club didn't care either, they were looking for something to fuck and play with to relieve the stress in their young lives just like she did growing up. A woman came walking up to Elizabeth. "Hi, I'm Dorcas Goodhead, you must be Dr Sterling?" "Hi, yes, but call me Venus, please to meet you." Elizabeth had decided to use her stage name, it made everything less formal. "Good, call me Dork, that's what the girls call me," Dorcas smiled warmly. "Well, ah, okay," Elizabeth replied as she looked the older woman over. She to was dressed similarly to the door keeper. But Dorcas looked to be in her 40s but she kept herself in better shape than the door keeper. "We have a few minutes before your meeting with Dr Asshole, so you're the famous Venus?" "I don''t know about famous," Elizabeth blushed. "Well, we're hoping you come work for us, forget that boys club!" laughed Dorcas. "I'm not here for me, I'm here to look around so I can refer my female clients here." "Good, we can always use fresh meat." Dorcas smiled. "Let me show you around while we wait for asshole." "Okay, great." They walked out to the main floor area. "This is the dance floor and the party room. As you can see we have four pole dancing stages, probably just like at the strip club?" "Ah, yes, but we slide down the poles from above as we have a glass ceiling above the tables." "Well our strippers come out from behind the curtains at each stage." "Do you strip?" Elizabeth asked as she looked around. "No, I'm a good time girl." Dorcas replied proudly puffing out her chest. "Oh, what's a good time girl?" "See these columns around the room, good time girls stand by each column looking out over the tables of girls and when a girl waves a dollar bill above her head, I come directly over to the table and do whatever the girls tell me to do. I work for a dollar bills." "What do you mostly do?" "I get to eat the most delicious little cunts in the world. I kneel between the thighs of these little goddesses and lick and nibble on those gorgeous little cunts." "I know what you mean, our "after parties" are like that." "Can I tell you something Venus?" "Sure." "I really love the humiliation. I can't seem, well, I can't get enough of it. It what gives purpose to my life." "What do you mean?" "I retired as a school administrator years ago from an out of state district. I was a teacher, a principle and then administrator. My husband and I moved here several years ago. He took a new job but I stayed at home. I was lonely and lost and needed to be wanted. I worked up the courage to come here and gave it one night and that hooked me." Dorcas looked around the large room. "I laugh along with the girls when they make fun of me or make me the butt of their joke. I love it when they slap me, spit on me, and use my face as toilet paper as they rub their cute little anus up and down my face." Elizabeth gulped as she looked at the woman. She knew what that felt like. "After a couple of months, Mayor Jean offered me a job upstairs in the play rooms where I can negotiate my fee with the girls but I turned her down. It is here that I found my calling." Dorcas looked out over the large dance room. "Certainly you can make more money than just a dollar at a time?" "Oh sure, but the abuse and humiliation, that's what I need. Say, what looks like an idiot, has three holes and kisses ass?" Elizabeth smiled. "I don't know what?" "Me!" Dorcas laughed but Elizabeth just smiled. There was an awkward pause. "So this is probably different looking now than when you came here as a girl?" "Yeah, there was more dance stages and," Elizabeth looked around. "There wasn't a bar area." Both women were looking at the bar area. "The drinks here are heavily sugared, it gives the girls a sugar high so that they spend more money. The more crazy the girls get as they drink the more money they spend." "What are these chains and collars hanging down from the ceiling?" Above the bar was a metal pipe and attached to the pipe was a chain that dropped down halfway and at the end of the chain was a metal collar. There was also the same setup behind the bar. "Oh, that, the woman who is designated to dance on the bar puts the collar on and as she dances back and forth across the bar the chain moves with her, same with the bar tender. It adds to the girl's fantasy's to see a woman humiliate herself this way." Dorcas paused. "See this mechanical bull here?" There was a replica of a bull with a thick curved dildo and a long thin dildo attached to the "seat" of the machine. "For thirty dollars a girl can buy one of the women assigned to bar duty, the woman sits on the bull inserting the dildos in her cunt and ass. The girl can control the bull with this device." Dorcas held up a remote control. "The bull goes back and forth, up and down and sideways. The woman's ankles are strapped to the bull and her wrists are cuffed behind her back. It is great fun for the girls." "What about the woman who rides it?" "Who cares? She makes her money doesn't she?" smiled Dorcas. "Well, its the famous Venus," smiled the woman walking towards them. "Hi, I'm.." Elizabeth smiled. "I know who you are, Dr Swan." "Asshole, please." "Venus, please to finally meet you." "Thank you, Dork," smiled Dr Swan. "I got her from here." "Hope you join us, Venus," Dorcas said as she walked away. "So, Mayor Jean sent you over to look at our place?" "Yes, if I am going to refer my clients here I at least need to see the place, which is pretty amazing to see after all these years." Elizabeth's first thought was that the doctor was damn fine looking for woman of forty. "Yep, we've tweaked it here and there. Come on I'll show you around." Elizabeth followed the doctor to the stairs. Dr Swan was wearing her blonde hair in a top knot, a pink halter top that came just below her boobs, which jiggled up and down as she walked. Elizabeth had noticed over the left breast pocket the words, "Property of the YGC". On the back of the halter top was a big "0" with "ASSHOLE" written in a curve over the number. The doctor was wearing a plaid school girl skirt that was half between her knees and hips. She had white thigh stockings and black six inch stiletto's. Dr Swan started out working in the male dominated business of psychology but was never taken seriously by her male colleagues. When she had graduated college and medical school and did her internship she went to work at one of the large psychology companies where she had an office in the basement with the other female psychologists. Her specialty were girls who were just starting puberty and all the problems associated with mental and physical changes the girls went through. One day she decided to help a nine year-old girl overcome her fear of masturbation. The girl had just started puberty but didn't know how to relieve herself of her frustrations. After three sessions with the youngster it quickly got into nudity, oral sex and strap-on's. Word soon spread throughout the community, elementary and middle schools. Young girls were requesting Dr Swan and her colleagues. The male business owners of course heard of what was going on in the basement and soon fired Dr Swan and the other female doctors. Theirs was a respectable business, not a sex shop. Dr Swan came to the valley a couple years later and with a friend visited the Young Girl Club and the rest was history. "So, on your halter it says, "Property of the YGC", are the women who work here property then? Or Inventory?" Asshole smiled, "All women are property or inventory of someone or something but yes, the women who work here, including me, are property of the club, just like you are at the strip club. The women here sign one year contracts giving up their right to their bodies." "It's the same at the strip club." "It is the same all over the country. For women to make and keep their own money they have to give up their rights to their body." Dr Swan added. "At the club a six year-old can sign over the rights to her body." Elizabeth said. "But with her mother's approval." "Yes," replied Elizabeth. They walked up the stairs to the play rooms. Dr Swan explained the rooms. The black room which was run by a black mother and her former lawyer daughter, Tashika and Tasha. Inside what was known as the "Black Room" was a human size bird cage, a dog kennel large enough hold a person, whips, chains, all kinds of BDSM equipment. It was rumored that Tashika and her daughter, Tasha, pulled in more money than the white women who had rooms on the second floor. Next was the "Rape Room". The rape room had ergonomically correct rape tables where the women were secured on their stomachs with easy access to their cunt, ass and mouth. The girls would pass the rape table around. There was the whipping room, the bondage room, the game room. On the third floor were the pay by the hour rooms. Then for girls who didn't want to negotiate a price with the woman she could purchase a woman from the auction room. As they were walking back downstairs Elizabeth was curious about a couple of things. "Auction room? Is that something new?" asked Elizabeth. "Oh yes, Mayor Jean came up with idea after she noticed that a lot of girls were nervous about negotiating sex with a woman. With the auction room the girls can bid on women and if they are lucky enough to be the highest bidder, they do whatever they want with the woman." Dr Swan paused. "Some real nasty stuff too from what hear." Elizabeth nodded her head. "How many pay per hour rooms are there?" "There are thirty rooms and its ten dollars per hour for the room. The mayor's office is proposing having different themed rooms but that has to be approved by the county board. Let's go to my office shall we? We can speak more freely there." The sign on the door that Dr. Swan opened said "DR. ASSHOLE". It was flashy with neon lighting and underneath had a mug shot of Dr. Swan that showed her breasts to her head. "Cute isn't it? My anus is my money maker," Dr. Swan said proudly. She ushered in Elizabeth. "So what can I do for today?" Another poster on the wall had a close-up of an anus with the caption: The Anus, The Gateway to a Woman's Soul. Elizabeth looked around the office. It was fairly big office with a pole and stage in the middle of it. Along one wall the doctor had different outfits on hangers with shoes neatly lined up along the bottom. On the opposite wall there were pictures of what Elizabeth knew to be the doctor's anus along with dildos and strap-on's. Hanging on the middle of the wall was another poster, "My asshole belongs to the girls, my cunt belongs to my hand." "You and your daughter, Hannah is it? Seem to be doing pretty good at the strip club. Does your daughter come here?" "Hannah? Oh yes, one or two times a week." "Uses her own hard earned money, I bet." "Oh yes," smiled Elizabeth. Elizabeth was looking at the asshole poster on the wall and Dr Swan noticed. "A lot women don't realize it but the best orgasms come from your anus. Have a seat." "You know why I'm here?" "Yes I do but I want to hear it from you." "Well, um, as I said earlier, I'm here to have a look around the club so that I might refer some of my older female clients here." Elizabeth replied looking uncomfortable. "That's good. We can always use more sex talent here at the club. But how about you? Why don't you come and work for us during the week? That way it will be easier to sell your clients on the benefits of working here." "Well, I'm not sure about that. I'm pretty busy during the week." "You have an office at the club?" "Yes, it is much easier that way." "I know," Dr Swan replied as she looked around her office. "Is it the same for you?' "Oh yes," Elizabeth chuckled. "The drama, the dating, the breakup's." "I know right?" laughed Dr Swan. "Whose fucking who on the side, how come my little girl friend doesn't take me seriously." Both women laughed for a moment. "It's nice that you will refer some of your female clients to come here, but we have our annual recruiting drive before school starts to fill our job openings." Dr Swan paused. "What I really want to do is to recruit the famous Venus come here and work." Dr Swan looked at Elizabeth who blushed. "Um, well, I don't about famous," Elizabeth who was still blushing. "Don't be modest, Venus, whether you know it or not, you are known far and wide for your dancing. If I can entice you come here and work, you'd make a lot of money, so would the club, and it would be an easier sell to your female clients." "I don't know, I don't think I would like being a Good Time Girl." "Oh no, that would be a waste of your considerable talents. We would, say, have you do a couple sets on the pole to warm the girls up and then move you upstairs to the auction room." Elizabeth sat up straighter. "How much of the fee do women make?" "The normal payout is ten percent to the woman, but for you, I would give you thirty percent of your bid price. Hmm?" Elizabeth hesitated. "You'd make a lot of money, so would the club of course. I mean, what girl wouldn't want to pay for the right to butt fuck the famous Venus?" Dr Swan smiled. Elizabeth blushed. "I would have to think about that," Elizabeth replied as she thought about the possibilities. "Well, as your thinking about that, let me tell you about a new program the National Association of Female Sex Workers is starting up. It's called the Adult Female Child Sex Services." "What's that about?" "It is a program for boys and girls ten and under. They can log into the associations website and order a prostitute from a club in their home area for how ever long he or she wants." "Sounds interesting." "The association is asking all its member clubs to ask their adult female inventory to sign-up for the program." "Why doesn't the club just put the woman up for sale? We are property owned by the club." "Normally the association would but in this case since the woman is going into the home of the child, the national government wants a certification process. You can imagine how their might be a jealous mother, or a father who thinks they can get a free piece of ass on the side, maybe a jealous sibling or something, anything is possible. The national government and the association wants this to be a safe program for all involved." "Makes sense." "If you're interested you'd have to take a certification course in being a prostitute and since you are a certified psychiatrist you would receive a five percent finders fee based on the value of the woman of course, for referring your clients to the program." Elizabeth sat up straighter. "Wow," "I know right? Anyway, there is a caveat though, the referring doctor has to be a certified prostitute to receive the referral fee. I am taking my training next month then I will start referring the women who work here to the program." "So, when a woman is purchased online, what is her fee?" "Thirty percent for her and seventy percent for the club." "Seventy percent? That's a little steep isn't it?" "It is but the club has to cover their marketing costs plus the woman is not making money for the club because she is off somewhere else." "Well, it all sounds interesting." "If this program is successful, the association will want to expand the program to include girls six to sixteen who are property of a club. The club will market these girls directly to men and boys but the girls would also have to go through the certification process for the same reasons as the adult female." Elizabeth thought about it. "What would be the fee scale for the girls?" "A sliding fee is being proposed. A six year-old girl's fee would be sixteen percent to a sixteen year-old girl's fee of six percent. So a ten year-old's referral fee would be twelve percent and so on down to six percent." "Damn, a person can make a good living selling girls and women for sexual services." "Think about." Dr Swan said as she stood up and extended her hand. Elizabeth stood up and shook Dr Swan's hand. "Thanks, I will." Dr Swan opened her office door and walked with Elizabeth to the back door of the club. "You are somewhat new to all this." Dr Swan said as she looked at Elizabeth. "If you haven't realized it by now you can make good money selling girls and women on behalf of the club you work for or if you started your own business after your contract expires." "Yes, I am starting to see that." Elizabeth sat in her car and saw dollar signs. Yes, it was morally wrong to sell your female clients for sexual services, but isn't that what the club was doing and what the association stood for? She had no doubt that there were probably other female psychiatrists selling their female clients into sexual services, why shouldn't she? ** Elizabeth drove over the whorehouse, her next appointment. The whorehouse catered to kids who wanted a fantasy experience with an adult woman. Instead of asking the manager of the whorehouse about the place, Elizabeth's first question was how much was the referral fee for the women she sent here. Because this was a specialization club, Elizabeth's referral fee was ten percent per woman. The whorehouse was also a member of the National Association of Female Sex Workers. The whorehouse also came under the mayor's office so if Elizabeth wanted to she could come and work during the week. ** Elizabeth stood nude in the doorway of the bathroom of her hotel suite. It was 7 am and she was here to give a speech on behalf of the National Association of Female Sex Workers on sex work. The speech would be held in the hotel conference room. Mayor Jean's office paid for her transportation here and for the room, it was part of the deal she agreed to a couple of months ago when Mayor Jean came to her office and offered a way out of her financial predicament, well her husband's financial problems, the bastard got laid off. She the job opened a lot of financial opportunities to buy, sell and trade girls and women. Elizabeth looked at the bed when she heard a rustle under the covers, the twelve year-old girl stirred under the bed sheets. Hotels offered females six and older, either single or a mother daughter combination, to their guests. There was a menu in the room and the guest could pick which type of girl or combination they wanted. You could order a female from room service just like you could food. Donna was the girl's name, blonde hair, blue eyed, smooth caramel skin color with breasts just budding out. Elizabeth eased herself onto the bed and gently pulled the covers over. She stared at the naked ass cheeks of the girl. How many times last night did she suck that puckered ring? Elizabeth leaned over and gently spread the girl's ass cheeks, stuck her tongue out and ran lazy circles around the muscle then she kissed it. Elizabeth pulled back a little and watched the puckered ring flex a couple of times. The she leaned in again and kissed it several more times. "Hmm, good morning Dr Sterling. Now that's what I call a wake-up kiss." Donna giggled as she rolled over and looked at Elizabeth. The dildo strapped around her waist sprang straight up when she rolled over. "Does my little love nut have time for a quickie?" Elizabeth smiled. Life had certainly been different since her daughter Hannah and her had joined the Family Strip Club. With the men and boys it was always rough sex but with the other females who worked at the club, no matter the age, the "after party" sex was soft and tender. "Good morning, my blonde hair goddess." She said as she sat up and leaned over to the night stand. Which hole do you want to fuck?" Elizabeth smiled. She picked up the jar of KY and scooped some onto her fingers. Donna smiled back at her and stretched her arms and legs. Elizabeth sucked in her breath. She wondered why it took her so long to realize that pre-teen girls were the best. "Your cunt!" the twelve year-old giggled. Elizabeth climbed onto the bed and straddled the youngster then took hold of the dildo and gently slid it into her cunt. Donna reached up and took hold of Elizabeth's tits and squeezed them. Elizabeth leaned down and kissed the girl, they both had morning breath but it didn't matter, the dildo in Elizabeth's cunt felt good and the gentle humming sensation at the base of the dildo stimulated Donna's clit, it was a win-win. An hour later Elizabeth and Donna stepped out of the shower and dried off. They kissed again as Elizabeth rubbed her breasts on the girl, both giggled. She couldn't keep her hands off the youngster. After they dried their hair and were applying their make-up for the day Elizabeth asked. "Are you still in school?" Elizabeth had heard that girls were dropping out of school to become sex workers. Donna looked surprised. "I dropped out last year, at the end of my sixth grade year. Why?" "I heard girls were doing that." "My sixth grade teacher, Mrs Harris, encouraged me and other girls in my class to drop out. Said, girls only need a basic education." "Your teacher encouraged you? Not your mother?" "Oh, my mom was against me dropping out." "Oh." "My teacher told us that she was considering quitting teaching. She liked working the street corners on weekends. Sometimes she said, the father of a family would purchase her for the weekend so that his family could use her. Said it was good money." Yes the money was good and Elizabeth had been making extra money referring her clients to the whorehouse and the YGC. "Well, you made the right choice. But we are working to change the drop out age for girls to ten years-old. We need to ensure that younger girls have a little bit of education." "I can do basic math, read, write, and sign my name." Donna said with pride. "Mrs Harris asked us why does a girl need anymore than that?" "So your mom was against you dropping out?" "Of course. I dropped out of school at the end of my sixth grade year to be a sex worker, it was my choice. My dad agreed. He said why should girls go to college? We will never be able to compete with boys for the same type of job or even make the same pay as them. Mrs Harris said the only advantage a girl has is her body, her mouth, cunt and anus. That's where we make our money and we can keep that money as you know, its ours, not our dads or brothers, but ours." "I agree." she had made a lot of money, more so that her female psychology business. Donna smiled at Elizabeth. "I asked my mom, why do I need to know history? Or advanced math? Or even science? The only thing I need to know is how to use my body to make the most amount of money." She paused. "We're not equal with men and boys Dr Sterling. We've never been equal. Not really." Donna shrugged her shoulders. "That's just the way it is." Elizabeth brushed her hair. "What does your mom and dad do for a living?" "My dad runs an accounting business and my mom stays at home. Our neighborhood has a prostitution ring run by the neighborhood association." she looked at Elizabeth. "We live in a gated community and most of the women and girls work for the ring but not my mom. Heck, she is even afraid to leave the house because she thinks she'll be infected with some sex virus. Anyway, we do have a few mothers who don't participate and a handful of girls who still think earning an education is the way to go in life." "So do you work for the prostitution ring?" "I work here full time. The hotel chain that owns this place advertised for sex workers and this place caught my interest. We have four six year-old girls and their mothers who work. The mothers work here full time and their daughters work on the weekends." "Interesting." "Other than the four six year-old's, we also have twelve girls ages seven to ten. Their mothers drop them off after school and pick them up by 11pm, these girls work part-time. We have two former CEO's, ten former women executives, and everything in between working here. We all compete against one another for clients as you can imagine." "Compete against each other huh?" "Yeah, it's strange." "How so?" "The older women, the former executives and CEO's feel threatened by us younger girls, especially the six year-old's." Donna shrugged her shoulders. "What about you? What line of work are you in? What kind of doctor are you?" Elizabeth knew she would be asked these questions and had rehearsed her answers. "I'm a doctor in female psychology." "Oh, like figuring out what makes a female tick?" "Well, yes." "Well that explains your questions. So what are you doing here?" "Well, ah, I'm a sex worker also." There she said it. "Cool! A doctor sex worker. What kind of sex worker?" Donna walked out of the bathroom to get dressed. "Well, um, my daughter Hannah and I are strippers at our strip club in our city. We strip for our husbands, sons, fathers and brothers." "Cool. So are you like property then?" "Yes, we are counted as property, inventory really." "So are we." Donna smiled as she sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her panties on. "Every day before our shift starts we get scanned just like the little shampoo bottles and the toilet bowl cleaner." "Same here. The strip club management keeps a close tally on it's furniture in the club which includes us." Elizabeth said as she pulled a pair of thong undies from her suitcase and sat down on the bed. "Do you have a stage name?" "Um, yes." Donna waited. "Well, what is it?" "Um, well, it's Venus." "No way! Are you the same Venus stripper that's been on the internet news sites?" "Well, yes," Elizabeth blushed as she straightened her thong before slipping it on. "No fucking way! I fucked the famous Venus? Wait till everybody hears about this. You are an excellent fuck by the way." "Thanks." Elizabeth blushed as she slipped on the thong. Donna stood up and pulled her t-shirt over head. "Say, is that you giving a speech this morning about being a sex worker?" Elizabeth blushed. "Yes, that's me." "You know the women and girls who will be coming to hear you need that one little push to move them into being a sex worker." "Oh?" "Yep, my guess is that they are looking for validation from you. They've mostly made up their minds but just need that gentle little push over the edge." "Well, I hope I don't screw it up then." Smiled Elizabeth. Donna leaned over and took her stiletto heels out of her gym bag. "Do you want them to take you seriously?" "Um, sure. That's the whole idea." "Don't wear the bra, let them see your nipples and don't wear that thong. Dumb yourself down for them." "What do you mean?" "Put yourself on their level. Let them know you're a two-bit whore and proud of it. Wearing that business suit you have laid out on the bed will turn them off." "Um, okay." Elizabeth frowned. "Is this your first lecture in front of an all female crowd?" "Yes." Elizabeth blushed. "Hmm, okay," Donna mused. She reached into her gym bag and pulled out a pink t-shirt. She held it up so that Elizabeth could see the words "Fuck Me!" written on the front. "Wear this, and" she reached into gym bag and pulled out a pink and black checkered short mini-skirt. "This too." Donna tossed the garments to Elizabeth who just looked at them. "Wearing those will tell your audience that your a slut, a brainless whore who is out to make money with her body. That's what they want to see." "Are you sure?" "Trust me. And when they find out that you're Venus, you will be even more legitimate." The twelve year-old picked up her mini skirt and slid it over her heels and up her waist. "Don't be nervous, the females coming to hear you this morning are just looking hear about the joys of sex work." Elizabeth smiled. "I'll try not to be." as she pulled the pink t-shirt over her head. As Donna left the room she said, "Don't forget to leave me a tip on your room bill." She paused. "And you can keep the clothes. Good luck, Venus." Elizabeth looked at herself in the mirror. Black stiletto's, the short mini-skirt, the tight t-shirt. Donna had Elizabeth put more red lipstick on and put her dirty blonde hair in a ponytail. A two-bit whore indeed. She was leaving right after the lecture to the next city. Alicia, her former secretary, had booked her for the next week but she had to be home on Saturday for her shift at the strip club. Alicia would get a percentage of her earnings on this trip, which if Elizabeth thought about it, that made her former secretary her pimp. 20 minutes later Elizabeth was at the front desk and checked out of her room. She looked at the hotel and saw the charge for Donna. She added a 20 percent tip for Donna. The older woman behind the counter smiled at her, she was wearing a blue blazer that barely covered below her waist. The blazer was buttoned at the waist and she wore no bra or blouse. "Say can I get your autograph on this flyer?" The woman held up the flyer, it announced her speech at the hotel conference room. "Sure" Elizabeth smiled as she signed it. As an after thought she wrote under her name "Venus". "Thank you," the woman gushed as she held the flyer to her chest. "Thank you for taking the stigma out of being a sex worker." "Sure, no problem," smiled Elizabeth. "Do you, ah, work upstairs also?" "Oh, no, just the front desk." the woman got serious for a second. "I am an escort for my sons scout troop." "Escort?" "Yes, um, I take care of their sexual, um, needs and their sexual fantasy's." The woman blushed. "A lot of the other mothers don't become involved with that, they think it is beneath them." Elizabeth nodded her head, "I see, well, I must get going." She smiled. "Good luck, Dr Sterling, I mean Venus." The hotel coordinator came over to her. "I hope you like it, the stage I mean." Elizabeth just looked at the woman. "I mean, when we heard we have the famous Venus here in the hotel, well, I mean, we just have to see you dance." the woman giggled. Word sure does spread fast, thought Elizabeth. "Um sure, no problem." smiled Elizabeth. "Do you want me to introduce you?" "No, that's okay." Elizabeth smiled at the woman. As Elizabeth walked out on the make shift stage in the large conference room, several sexy whistles came from the crowd, Elizabeth smiled. The conference room was packed, standing room only. She was very nervous as she stood there at the podium looking over the audience. Elizabeth smiled when she saw a dance stage with a pole on it in the back of the room. There were a lot of women and girls of all ages eagerly looking at her. "Good morning, I'm Dr Elizabeth Sterling. I am here to give a short lecture on the joys of being a sex worker. If your here for beauty tips, you've come to the wrong place." The room broke out in laughter and applause. Elizabeth adjusted her tablet on the podium. Elizabeth had spent a lot of time perfecting her speech. "I used to own my own business, work in a man's world and try to compete with the male population for respect, money and prestige." Elizabeth paused. "But now I am a proud sex worker. Nothing but a piece of inventory for the strip club I and my daughter work at. We dance for our husbands, sons, fathers and brothers. We suck and fuck them, we are verbally abused by them and yet my daughter and I make more money than we ever thought possible." She paused. "I am also known as Venus." There was a loud clapping and cheering. Elizabeth took a deep breath, the ice was broken. "First let me say that I support you all." Elizabeth looked around room. "I see little girls and middle aged women and all ages in between. Well, I support you dropping out of school, at the age of ten." Elizabeth quickly added and there was laughter from the crowd. "I support you leaving your jobs. I support all females, regardless of age, becoming prostitutes, strippers, sluts, whores, and porn actresses. I support all females letting go of their choices and deciding to be sex objects for men and boys." There was clapping and whistling and hollering from the audience. Elizabeth waited for it to calm down. She smiled as she looked around the room. This was pretty cool, she thought. "These can all be difficult life transitions for any little girl or adult woman. If you're going through one of these stages in your life, or you're considering taking the first steps, just know that someone like me is here to support and encourage you." More clapping and cheering. "Where ever I go I am constantly asked, "Do I think girls need a diploma from a high school or even needs a university degree? Or that it is important that a ten year-old girl knows how to write her name? Or even if that same ten year-old girl knows anything about math?" The room had gone quiet. "If a girl did get an education, do you think anyone would care, especially men or boys?" She paused. "How about you mothers? Do you think your husband or son really cares that you are wife or mother? Do think they even take you seriously?" Elizabeth looked around the room and most of the women were nodding their heads. "I would bet that the male members of your household see you as nothing but three walking holes. They see you as something into which to put their cock. So why fight it? Why not make money off your body that you can keep for yourself?" Elizabeth looked around the room. "Our bodies didn't give us a choice in what we are, as whores, sluts, and cunts we should embrace it. It's better to be a bouncy bimbo than to cram ourselves into ill-fitting bras that hide our tits so we could struggle and fail to be taken seriously in the "real" world. The life of a sex worker, the money, the sex, the lifestyle, it can be all yours. You just have to be cute sluts, whores and cunts for the male population but weren't we always that?" Elizabeth warmed up to her subject as she looked around the room. "To those of you who are not working in the sex business or embraced the idea yet, realize that we are not equal to men. We are not even equal to boys. When you act like we are, you're lying to our face and insulting the women and girls who are in the sex business. It's insulting to me. We aren't equal. Men and boys will always be better than us. Just be honest and supportive of other girls and women who are coming to this realization and realize that you can make good money at this." Elizabeth had both both hands on the podium. She adjusted her tablet. "Sex work can be very profitable for women and girls, and many females of every age enjoy the sex work because it allows them to creatively express their sexuality. Many of you are probably wondering why sex work is becoming so popular. Honestly there are plenty of benefits to being a sex worker. So hopefully you'll see that being a sex worker is a smart career move." "For one becoming a sex worker, there is a low barrier to entry. You don't need any experience, training or special skills to do this job. You don't even need to know anyone who does it to get in. All you need is a willingness to suck and fuck cock if you're over seventeen and suck cock if you're under seventeen. There is no license requirement and no background check. The truth is as long as you are confident in your body, sexual skills, reasonably attractive, you're good to go. Second, as a sex worker your earning potential is limitless. Think about that. You can make as much or as little as you want. The club or organization that you work for will pay your taxes and set your hours. If your older like me, well, I do have to compete for cock with the little girls and my cunt and anus has to compete for cock with women over seventeen but I keep myself in good shape and I'm enthusiastic on the job, the boys love that." The audience laughed and clapped. "Flexibility is also another huge benefit. Being able to work when it's best for you makes this job an amazing fit for anyone female. Contrary to popular belief, not all sex workers are single moms, bored housewives, and college students. They are former business owners like me, CEO's, executives, girls from elementary school, junior high and high school, teachers, personal trainers, biker enthusiasts, models and actresses. Women and girls from all walks of life!" "Just these benefits alone are very powerful and unique to women and girls." Elizabeth paused and looked around the room. She noticed a very cute blonde haired little girl in the second row staring back at her. "Imagine a six year-old girl in first grade working as stripper, or a prostitute, or walking the street corner on the weekends, earning as much as her mother and her older sisters without any education or any special skills. Most teenage girls go to vocational training or college after high school to earn any kind of money over minimum wage but joining an organization or club as a sex worker you earn good money from the start." Elizabeth looked around the room. "Remember, I am right there with you. Know that other women and girls are there with you. Sex work is nothing to be ashamed of. Thank you." ** Elizabeth checked into the hotel in the next city on her speaking tour and went to her room. She was tired. After her speech she strip teased a two song set and made $500 dollars. She felt a little guilty about the money but the women and girls had a good time. She had also signed a lot of autographs. She was becoming famous. She turned on the flat screen in the room and browsed to the room service section. A list of faces with names and ages popped up. Elizabeth scrolled through the list and stopped at one picture. Amber, six, can only stay until midnight. She clicked the purchase button. Elizabeth looked at the time on the flat screen, she would have the little thing for six hours. Ten minutes later there was a knock at the door. Elizabeth opened the door and looked down at the cutest little girl she had seen in a while. Blonde hair and blue eyes and smooth white skin. "Hello, Dr Sterling, I'm Amber," smiled the girl. Elizabeth smiled. "Hello, Amber, call me Venus." Elizabeth stepped aside as Amber walked into the room. She was wearing a school girl uniform with a backpack. Amber slung the backpack off her shoulders and smiled at Elizabeth. For the next two hours Elizabeth kissed and licked the girl from her feet to her ears. She paid special attention to Amber's puckered ring. She kissed, licked and slobbered on the little brown hole while the girl giggled and laughed. Later, Elizabeth lay on her back with her legs over her head as the six year-old pounded her anus with her strap-on. Life was good. At the end of her stay Elizabeth and the Amber kissed and spit into each others mouth, laughing and giggling with each spit. Elizabeth was living her fantasy.