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   Disclaimer update April 2 2015

   As of this time I am only posting my stories on ASSTR.org.  I don't know
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   underage characters.

   When I first started posting stories on the internet I posted them to
Stories on Line (SOL).  So some of my

   older stuff is on the site up to 2011 or 2012 I think, I have a more
recent story posted on SOL called ASS but it

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characters to 18 so I moved on.

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   Any characters, places, businesses and/or circumstances etc.  described
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   Valley in the United States that I am aware of.  Every story I write
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   I write stories for my own enjoyment.  I write stories in which adult
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   by young girls, although I have changed things up a bit recently with a
couple stories that aren't exclusively

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   If this story seems to be better edited that is because I have a
wonderful male editor who adds just the right

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mistakes in the story as far as grammar or

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   Story codes that I write about are: Lesbian, scat, pee, piss,
humiliation, consensual sex, child/underage sex,

   restraints, racial, bigotry, discrimination, anal sex, oral sex, vaginal
sex, young love, also asphyxiation,

   hanging, (NO Snuff, well, only one story), erotic hanging, punishments
like spankings, whippings and canings, young

   girl domination with strap-on sex, rape.

   Not all of these story codes are in every story but a good majority of
these codes are.

   This story is as much my editor "A" as it is mine.  I had the story half
finished by late spring 2015 when I ran

   out of ideas so I asked "A" to use his filthy mind and excellent writing
abilities to finish it.  He did an

   excellent job writing it and taking some of my ideas and adding to the
story line.  He also convinced me that the

   story should have at least one more chapter.  I hope you enjoy the
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   The Whorehouse 1

   *********

   Janie Humbolt drove into the parking lot of the whorehouse and turned
off the engine.  She had just left work

   and was nervous and excited, and before she went in, she needed a moment
to compose herself.  All week she had seen

   the advertisements on the internet and virtual TV for the new specialty
whorehouse and at work her email inbox was

   flooded with invitations to come and check out what the whorehouse had
to offer hard working women.  Even in the

   lunch room she overheard snippets of conversations from other women that
this new specialty whorehouse would be the

   place to go if a woman wanted to make more money on her fantasies, and
now, here she was, sitting in the parking

   lot, preparing for her meeting.

   Janie worked for "Ten Fingers" accounting firm, an executive
vice-president in charge of new clients, and she was one of the few highly
paid women in the firm.  Of course, her

   pay didn't come close to what her male colleagues were making but it did
allow her to live comfortably, and was

   regarded as a suitable reward for her success.  The trouble was, of late
that success left her with an empty

   feeling inside, a sense that while she lead a life of conformity in a
dull soulless job, somehow the world was

   passing her by.

   She wondered how this new specialty whorehouse marketing department knew
to send those advertisements to her

   email anyway: as an executive VP her email and communications were
protected, and only those people within the

   company knew her contact information.  She thought that it must have
been one of those new internet applications

   that did searches for female sounding email addresses because other
women at her work had received the same emails,

   but whatever the reason, they arrived at just that moment when her
dissatisfaction with her life was at its height,

   offering a chance for her to live out her deepest, most secret
fantasies.

   The ads said that the whorehouse was looking for women to explore their
fantasy of being a submissive whore,

   offering a choice of specialisations: cunt, anal, piss-slut, toilet
girl, BDSM, punishment puppy and puppy girl.

   Because the nearby Elementary school was starting next week, the source
of many of their tween and pre-teen

   customers, the whorehouse needed to ramp up their operation and recruit
more women to meet expected demand.  The

   advertisements were designed to entice women who were bored with their
life or stuck in a dead end job with the

   excitement and benefits of working at the whorehouse, like the extra
money they could earn.  The advertising was

   aimed particularly at women who were into humiliation and degradation
and weren't afraid of tweens and little kids

   treating them as fuck toys.  The adverts said that no training or
special skills were required.

   Janie sat in her car staring at the building.  She really didn't need
the money as she had a comfortable

   lifestyle, a big house, and a nice car.  If it wasn't about the money
then what was it?  She knew the answer: she

   had no sex life.  Oh sure she had fun in growing up in the Valley, all
the sex a pre-teen would expect, fucking

   older women, getting in on raping her teachers when they least expected
it, but things had fallen off after she

   turned 17 and went off to college.  Now she had no real sex life, it was
all work and dull conformity.  But it

   wasn't simply sex that she missed, it was something deeper and darker
than that, a seed planted by her mother that

   had grown into an obsession.  When she turned sixteen, her mother
subjected her to a special form of humiliation

   and degradation that was so powerfully erotic that ever since it had
become her fantasy.  And now, there it was,

   one of the "specialisations" offered in the whorehouse recruiting
advert, as if it had been written just for her.

   Janie got out of her car and looked around quickly hoping she didn't see
anybody she knew.  Satisfied she went

   in the front door to the receptionist, checking the clock on the wall;
she had had to call ahead of time to reserve

   a seat for the informational meeting.  Across the front of the desk a
sign read, "Sex is our business and business

   is good." Behind it was a large picture with a woman laying nude,
stretched out with her arms behind her head on a

   bed of cash.  At the bottom of the picture is read, "Whoring, it's a
noble profession".

   "Hi, I'm Janie Humbolt, here for the recruitment seminar," she said to
the receptionist, smiling nervously.

   `Fuck I hope nobody sees me that I know,' she thought to herself.

   "The puppy girl specialism?" the teen asked.

   "Um, yes," Janie replied as she looked down and away from the girl.  She
felt herself blushing that her secret

   had been exposed so casually by the teen, but beneath her short skirt,
her clit began to swell.

   The teen tapped on her tablet.  She was chewing a piece of gum with her
mouth open and blowing the occasional

   bubble.  "Oh, good, we're always looking for mature women like you to
act as puppy girls," she said condescendingly

   as she searched the computer database.

   Janie smiled weakly.

   "Oh, yes, here we are, Miss Humbolt," smiled the teen as she popped
another bubble.  "The meeting for prospective

   puppy girls is down the hallway, second door on the right.  The
presenter will be along shortly."

   Janie walked down the hallway toward the meeting room.  Along the walls
were pictures of women with girls.  She

   stopped to take a closer look.  One picture had a blonde haired woman in
a tank top with cut-off jeans surrounded

   by little girls, all wearing thick, vicious strap-ons.  The caption
read, `Our favorite after-school whore.'

   Another showed a woman in a sling-shot bikini surrounded by naked little
boys, their thin little penises were

   sticking straight up.  The one nearest to the woman was holding a pair
of scissors and smiling impishly.  On the

   other side of the hallway were group pictures of women in different
states of dress and Janie walked across to look

   at them.

   A voice from behind her said, "From what I understand, these women are
the money makers for whorehouse.  I

   believe that the one with the whip marks around her cunt makes almost
more than the rest put together."

   Janie turned around and the woman smiled warmly at her.  "Hi, I'm
Sandy," she said holding out her hand.

   "Um, hi, I'm Janie," she replied as she shook the woman's hand.  She
noticed that Sandy was wearing business

   clothes similar to hers; a semi-transparent blouse covering a half-cup
push-up bra and a short pencil skirt that

   only just covered the bands of her stockings.  It had become almost a
uniform for female executives in most

   businesses in the Valley, allowing senior board members easy access to
their cunts and assholes without wasting too

   much working time.

   "New here?" asked Sandy.

   "Yes, just coming for an informational seminar, see if it's something I
want to do," Janie replied, a little

   embarrassed.

   "Which specialism?" the woman asked.

   Once more, the blush rose in Janie's cheeks, and once more her clit
responded to the humiliation she felt.

   "Puppy girl," she said quietly, looking down at her shoes.

   "Me too.  By the way, I'm an attorney."

   "Oh, nice, um, I work at an accounting firm," Janie replied.  She didn't
really want to talk to anybody but

   Sandy seemed nice enough, and she didn't seem to be in the least
embarrassed about wanting to be a puppy girl.

   "I hear that the whorehouse is the safest and easiest place to get
started in the sex business especially

   considering the other hardcore strip clubs like the Family Strip Club
and the Young Girl Club, or that nasty male

   club out on the edge of the valley.  I like it that they let their
whores specialise.  I mean all women, whether

   they're short, tall, skinny or fat, all of us specialize in some sort of
sexual fantasy."

   "I hadn't thought of it like that," Janie replied as she moved towards
the meeting room, and found herself

   warming to Sandy's positive attitude.

   She knew of these clubs growing up and of their reputations, but had
never visited them as a young teen, finding

   herself more interested in learning than in sex.  Then, on her sixteenth
birthday her mother took her virginity,

   making sexual use of her daughter all day.  This had come as no surprise
to her: after all, it was a maternal duty

   prescribed by law and celebrated in many households as a "rite of
passage" event.  But it was the way that she

   chose to use her daughter that turned out to be so significant.  She
made Janie act like a dog and bark and beg and

   be lead around on leash.  When her mother had fucked her from behind,
she had made her bark like a dog with each

   thrust of her strap-on and Janie found it humiliating and demeaning and
unbelievably erotic.  That evening after

   eating her birthday cake out of a dog dish, her mother made her piss in
the garden and then put her in a dog cage.

   She never wanted it to end, but the following morning, with her birthday
officially over, her mother released her

   and from that moment onward, it was never mentioned between them again.
Through the rest of high school and

   through college she never met anybody who could measure up to her mother
or the wonderful abuse of that day, until

   she eventually stopped looking and settled for the dull normality of her
present life.  It was only in the lonely

   darkness of her bed when her fingers found her cunt that she relived the
fantasy, until now.

   "This female client that I'm working with swears the youngsters here are
easiest to work with," smiled Sandy,

   shaking Janie out of her thoughts.

   "Well, I hope so," Janie said weakly.  How hard could it be working with
little girls and boys?

   "Oh, look at this," Sandy said pointing to a picture on the wall.

   Janie walked over.  The picture of was of the well known TV personality
and weather forecaster for the valley,

   Mrs Matheson.  The picture was of a close-up from her breasts upwards.
Her blonde hair was done in pig tails with

   pink bows and her lips had shiny red lipstick.  The nipples of her
tank-top were poking through.  At the bottom of

   the picture there was what looked like Mrs Matheson's signature.

   Sandy smiled.  "Who would have known she was into the whorehouse?"

   "Or that she was into little boys," added Janie.

   "It could be little girls," Sandy said, and the two women giggled.

   The next set of pictures had women on their hands and knees or squatting
back on their legs as if they were in a

   sitting position.

   "Puppy girls," Sandy said as she stood next to Janie looking at the high
resolution pictures.  The women were

   all wearing dog collars, some were spiked, some metal, others leather,
and all had leashes attached.  On their

   hands were real looking dog paws with sleeves up to their elbows, their
lower legs were strapped to their thighs

   and on their knees were also real looking dog paws.  Some of the women
had pony tails, or pig tails or page boy

   haircuts that kept their hair out of their face, And all of them had
tail was sticking out their rear-end that

   matched their hair color.  The name plate under the picture had the name
of the woman etched in fancy lettering.

   "Just think we might get our pictures up here," Sandy mused, staring at
the gallery.  "It makes me wet just

   thinking about it!"

   Janie didn't say anything but her cunt too was certainly moist.

   They walked a little further down the corridor until they reached the
second door, and then turned inside.

   There were ten other women already there, all of them sitting apart and
in silence, facing a desk at the end of the

   room.

   Janie sat down near the back, carefully straightening her skirt, and
felt unexpectedly pleased when Sandy sat

   next to her.  Normally, she liked to sit alone, not drawing attention to
herself, but she had quickly grown to like

   Sandy, and felt reassured by her company.  For a second she found
herself wondering if she shaved her cunt, and

   then blushed at the unprovoked thought.

   Once she had settled herself, Janie looked around the other women in the
room, noticing at once that the

   majority of them also wore business clothes.  She wondered why so many
women were prepared to give up safe jobs and

   consider working as whores, but then realised she already knew the
answer to that.  She was thirty-five and an

   executive vice-president of client services at Ten Fingers accounting
firm, she had a degree in accounting and

   advanced degrees in mathematics and number theory, but she was little
more than a pimp: to close a deal on a

   difficult customer it was her job to send young women to whore
themselves for the customer in any way they could.

   Even within her own firm, the power of her intellect was secondary to
whether she swallowed or was willing to take

   it up the ass.  Men are pigs, she thought.

   Her thoughts were disturbed by the clack of high heels In the corridor
and a woman walked into the room.

   Hearing gasps from Sandy, Janie turned to look at her and did a double
take: it was the Mayor.
The woman walked confidently up to the desk at the front and smiled. 

"Some of you might recognise me," she said

   brightly.  "I am Mrs Jean Moore, the Mayor.  As you might know, my
office manages the strip joints, whorehouses,

   massage parlors, and sex shops in Climax and whenever a new sex
enterprise starts up, I like to be there to welcome

   it." She looked around the room.  "How many of you are moms?"

   Four women raised their hands.

   "Are you stay-at home moms?" the mayor asked and the women nodded.  She
turned back to the others.  "How many of

   the rest of you have day jobs?"

   Janie, Sandy and the other six women raised their hands.

   "Good, we have a good mix of potential whores," she said, smiling
broadly, and some of the woman laughed nervously.

   "How many of you fantasised about being a puppy girl?" All the women
raised their hands, and when she went on to

   ask, "How many of you thought that you'd like to start working as a
puppy girl?" the same hands stayed up.

   "I am delighted to hear it.  We've had a demand for puppy girls which
falls under the specialty whore section of

   the Prostitution Law.  Let me refresh your memory if you've forgotten
what a specialty whore is." The women

   laughed: growing up they all knew women who were specialty whores.  "A
specialty whore is a woman who specializes
in a particular type of humiliating and degrading sex with a child.  An

example would be a woman who is used as a

   pony, or a puppy girl, or a woman who is into being used as a toilet,
either drinking pee or being shit on by a six

   year-old.  These are areas that are very popular with Tweens and young
teens, so we've decided to expand our

   offerings to our elementary school clients.  That is why you are here,
to see if this is something you are

   interested in doing."

   She looked around at the women, judging their responses before
continuing.

   "Okay, you need to understand that this whorehouse is intended to cater
to kids from the elementary school down

   the street; the boys and girls will be between five and eleven which
means grades K through 6.  They stop here on

   their way home from school to get relief, to let off steam and develop
the fantasies that they will carrying into

   their teenage years, and they will do so by using and abusing your
bodies in whatever way they want.  These kids

   may well be the sons and daughters of your neighbors here in Climax. 
Some of you may be uncomfortable with the

   thought of getting intimate with young kids you may know from your
neighborhood, like sucking the cock of an eight

   year-old who lives across the street from you, or rubbing your face in
the cunt of a ten year-old who lives in the

   house behind you.  If you are not happy with that possibility, it does
not mean that you cannot work for our

   organisation: we have other establishments around the valley where you
are less likely to encounter your

   neighbours."

   She paused and looked at each of the women.  "If you are uncomfortable
with anything I have told you so far and

   wondering if this is really the right type of job for you, then you are
free to leave."

   Nobody moved: the women had all grown up in the Valley and were unlikely
to be shocked or surprised by anything

   the Mayor had said so far.

   Smiling, the Mayor continued.  "Throughout Cherish Valley being a whore
has always been accepted as a

   legitimate way for a woman to make a living.  Whether she is with young
kids, teenagers, or adult men, she can earn

   the money that her body is worth.  I am sure you will have friends,
family members, who got their start as whores

   here at the whorehouse and now, because we are expanding our services
and specialisms to the kids you too now have

   the chance."

   That was true, thought Janie.  Her mom always talked about going `back
on the sex market' to earn a few more

   dollars and had told her there was nothing to be ashamed of.  Janie knew
her mom had always found it hard to fit in

   sexually: she was by nature a dom but in the Valley women were supposed
to be submissive.  There was a small niche
for dominant women and submissive young girls but the money wasn't very

good and Janie's mum had to work the fringe

   clubs, the ones down dark alleys or tucked away in the corners where
nobody noticed.  She wore her dominatrix

   uniform to work where she had little girls and boys pleasure her but at
other times, if business was slow, she

   would work the male clubs out on the edge of the valley, the clubs where
the men liked to be treated like dirt and

   were willing to pay for it.  For as long as Janie could remember, her
mom did not seem to resent her orientation and

   her father didn't seem to mind as long as her activities brought money
into the house.

   "As some of you may know before I became Mayor I was working as a whore.
My kids went to school every day and my

   husband had long business trips so I figured what the hell.  I dove
right in without a clue about how to be a

   whore, trying out different clubs and whorehouses until I found a
whorehouse that felt like a good fit and got

   hired.  After figuring things out a few months later, I set out on my
own as an independent whore working out of my

   house.  It's not an impossible business to figure out, ladies, but it's
nice to have some guidance.  So when I was

   elected mayor I made it mandatory throughout Climax that women who want
to be whores are trained properly because

   we want our kids to be in a healthy, sexually safe learning environment
where they can act out their fantasies and

   learn what sex is all about.  I firmly believe that only adult women can
do that for our kids as we have nurturing

   attitude to help our young children.  Of course, if along the way we get
a chance to explore our fantasies as well,

   then so much the better."

   She stopped and looked around the room, her face serious.

   "Which brings us to why you are all here." Again she paused,
dramatically.  "Why do you want to be a puppy girl?

   If your answer is "I want fast money," and it often is for most women,
then I suggest you leave now.  There's

   nothing unhealthy about living a fantasy as a puppy girl, but there's
something inherently delusional about getrich-quick sex schemes.  If that's
what you think is going to happen, it's not a healthy career move for you
and

   you might put our children at risk.  Like I said, we run a safe
environment for the kids."

   Mayor Jean scanned the women, waiting for a moment to see if anybody
would leave.

   "Our business model here at the whorehouse, whether you're working as a
whore or a specialty whore, is such that

   the pricing for sex acts is set, no negotiation on the child's part or
your part.  You and the child know right off

   what is expected for the sex services you provide.  There is profit
margin built into our pricing model but it is a

   low margin.  The reason it is a low margin is that we want you making
more money for us than our competitors.  The

   more often you're here along with a longer shift means more of profit
for you and for us, although you might be

   pleased to know that the more successful you are, the more profit we
make and therefore the more taxes we have to

   pay.

   The women laughed at this and then one of them raised her hand and the
Mayor pointed at her.

   "Does the pricing list change?"

   "Yes, any changes in prices for sex services are proposed by my office.
It is sent to the town council who puts

   it out for public comment and discussion.  Afterwards, the town council
votes whether or not to increase the price

   for your services.  The reason we do it this way ladies is that the
parents of your customers are aware of the

   costs involved when their kids come here and so they deserve some input
into the final prices."

   Sandy raised her hand.  "Can we see the price list?"

   "Not until this Saturday on orientation day," Mayor Jean replied.

   The women shifted in their seats uncertainly and looked round at each
other.

   "That's right ladies, by law there has to be an orientation day.  I will
show you the facility and then we put

   you out on the market."

   Everybody laughed and Janie and Sandy looked at each other smiling.

   "Please remember, here at the whorehouse we don't want money to get into
your little heads because you'll be

   broke more often than you think.  The focus here is the child, not how
much money you're gonna make from your

   fantasy because if that's the case it would be best to keep your day
job. There are other places around the Valley

   where you can earn more for your services, like the Young Girl Club,
where you negotiate directly with the girl who

   is choosing you.  Your profit margins are higher there, but it is also a
rougher environment to be in.  Another

   place is the Family Strip Club where mothers and daughter's can work as
a team to earn extra money.  The profit

   margins at the strip club are higher than here, but your sexual services
can include servicing your husbands and

   fathers and your boys.  Then there is the Mature Strip Club out on the
edge of the valley where you can negotiate

   with the adult male for your services.  This is the place that has the
biggest profit margin, but it also has the

   highest risks."

   The mayor paused, to let her words sink in before continuing.  "If you
want to be a puppy girl to elementary

   kids because you enjoy sex that's physically humiliating and
intellectually degrading then this job is for you, but

   you need to think carefully before committing yourself.  Am I right in
thinking that you are here because you have

   already made your decisions?"

   All the women nodded their heads, one or two of them saying "Yes" out
loud.

   The Mayor smiled.  "Very well then.  Whore training starts at 8am on
Saturday and lasts until 5pm after which

   you'll start work," she announced and then she handed out a piece of
paper.  "This is a medical evaluation form.

   You need to get the medical exam from our in-house doctor prior to
Saturday so make an appointment with our

   receptionist."

   "What would the doctor be looking for?" asked one of the mothers.

   "As I said, we run a safe and healthy environment for our kids here.  We
don't want women with icky diseases

   infecting our precious children.  The doctor will tell you more when you
meet with her.  Don't be alarmed; it is

   just a precaution and I am sure you will have no problems."

   Then she handed out a second piece of paper.  "This is a puppy girl
license that needs to be filed with the town

   clerk by Saturday.  Once he receives it, he will issue you with a
temporary thirty day dog license."

   One of the mothers raised her hand.  "Dog license?"

   "Yes, you are to license yourself as a dog so that when you are here at
work and are rented out to a child and

   their family, they know that you are compliant with the law."

   The woman raised her eyebrows but said no more.

   Mayor Jean continued.  "If there are no problems, you'll receive your
puppy girl license in the next few days.

   Bring it on Saturday because without it you can't start work.  Oh, the
form asks for your full name, and a stage

   name.  A stage name is a made up name for your puppy girl persona.  Make
it a good name because you'll be

   advertised using this name."

   "Advertised?" asked one of the mothers.

   "We will be advertising you as a puppy girl.  Your chosen name will be
what gets the kids in here; nobody cares

   what your real one is, especially the kids."

   The women nodded their heads and the Mayor handed out yet another piece
of paper.

   "This last piece of paper is for an appointment with Dr Swan, the adult
female psychologist.  There are dates

   and times on it: pick a time and make sure you show up for your
appointment."

   "Why the psychologist?" another mother asked.

   "We don't a whore freaking out in the room when she is alone with a
child.  It puts the child in danger and

   that's bad."

   "Sounds like there was a problem before, what happened?" Sandy asked.

   "We've had an instance this past year where a whore freaked out while a
young girl with an eight inch strap-on

   was pounding away at her anus.  It was never clear why she freaked out
but it put the child in danger.  Another

   incident was with a little boy who was having his cock sucked.  He let
loose a stream of pee into the whore's

   throat and she scolded the boy.  Both incidents were reported and the
two whores were fired."

   A woman raised her hand.  "What should the second whore have done when
the little boy pissed in her mouth?"

   "Let the boy finish and try to swallow as much of the pee as she could,
then deal with the situation after the

   session was over.  If there is one thing you must remember, it is that
kids come first and whores second, even

   specialty whores." The Mayor smiled.  "Between you and me, I don't see
what the problem is, makes me wet thinking

   about it.  Any way, a proper whore should expect piss games."

   The women laughed and nodded.

   "So now all potential whores are screened by Dr Swan in an hour session
before the training.  I am sure that you

   have all heard of her and have faith her experience." She paused and
looked down at her notes.  "Now you will be

   pleased to hear that I have only one other thing to say, and that is
about your uniforms.  The only thing that you

   are required to purchase is your own dog collar and a leash.  On the dog
collar please have your stage name

   engraved and make sure to wear you collar when you come in."

   "What about other parts of the puppy girl uniform?" Sandy asked.

   "We have the rest of the uniform that you will be wearing."

   "How about tails?"

   "We have all different kinds of tail colors to suit your look.  We will
go into that on Saturday."



   *********



   The next day Janie walked into the whorehouse during her lunch hour to
meet with the doctor.  The bubble gum

   receptionist sent her down the hallway to the waiting room of the office
where the only furniture were ten small

   wooden stools that stood about twelve inches off the ground.  Janie
decided to stand and looked at her watch

   anxiously, thinking she was going to be late if the doctor didn't hurry
up.

   A couple of minutes later an older looking woman came out of the office
straightening her clothes and clutching

   a piece of paper.  Her cheeks were flushed and hair dishevelled, and she
smiled weakly at Janie as she hurried out

   the door.  Janie continued to wait for another ten minutes, checking the
time frequently on her watch.

   A teenage girl came out of the office wearing a knee length white
doctor's smock and six inch stilettos.  She

   was very attractive, with blonde hair, large breasts and she wore a name
tag which read "BAMBI".

   "Miss Humbolt?" she smiled.  "Come on in."

   Janie walked into the sterile office.  At its centre, it had one
hospital bed with a variety of straps, cuffs

   and other things attached to it.  She gulped.

   "Undress, please," Bambi said, smiling.  She quickly looked at some
notes on a desk in the corner and then

   leaned back and watched.

   Blushing under the young girl's gaze, Janie paused for a moment. 
"Everything?"

   "Everything but your hose and garter belt."

   How'd she know I was wearing a garter belt, Janie wondered as she began
to unbutton her top.

   "Will the doctor be here for the exam?" she asked as she took her blouse
and skirt off.

   "Oh, no the doctor is working a shift at the Young Girl's club today so
I'm doing the exams for her.  When she

   gets back, she'll just sign them off."

   "Aren't you a little young to be giving medical exams?" Janie asked as
she removed her bra.

   "Oh, I'm eighteen so I'm a woman now and plus we finally covered this
section in our nursing book last week.

   Before that the doctor showed me everything I needed to know and I'm
also familiar with some of the medical

   implements.  So don't you worry your pretty little head, I know what I'm
doing!"

   Janie removed her panties but stood self-consciously in the middle of
the office.  "But I do get the paperwork

   for my physical, right?"

   "Oh, yes, assuming that you have no diseases and your reactions are
normal," Bambi replied looking at Janie.

   The girl paused and ran her eyes slowly and deliberately over Janie's
body.  "You have a very pretty body Miss

   Humbolt, the kids are just going to love using it.  Now up on the bed
with you," she said, clapping her hands like

   a nursery school teacher.  "Are you going to be a whore or a specialty
whore?" she asked as she readied her

   implements.

   Janie sat down on the bed, the words 'using it' still ringing in her
head.  "Um, a specialty whore," she gasped,

   trying to focus on what the girl was saying.

   Bambi smiled, "Let me guess, a toilet whore?  You like the feel of warm
piss as it caresses your throat on the

   way down."

   Janie blushed: she felt humiliated by the girl's casual question and it
aroused her.  She shook her head shyly.

   "Um, no, not a toilet whore."

   "Hmm, you love sucking the toes of seven year-olds?" Bambi asked.

   "No, not that." Janie felt a growing desperation: the girl obviously
meant to examine her and she was already

   getting wet.  "Could we please get the exam going?" She asked, trying to
keep her voice calm.  "I have a lot to do

   at work today."

   "Sure, lay back for me," Bambi said, pushing gently on Janie's left
shoulder, and she lay back on the bed

   staring up at the ceiling.

   "Now I'm going to secure your ankles to these stirrups," Bambi said
sweetly as she quickly took Janie's ankles

   and strapped them to the stirrups.  "I'm going to pull the stirrups back
to your chest so that your vagina and anus

   are properly exposed for examination." She pressed a button and the
stirrups moved back towards Janie's chest,

   opening up her genitals.

   "What kind of examination?" Janie asked anxiously, suddenly realising
that she could not move her legs.  She

   looked down between her breasts and thighs and saw her cunt, stretched
and moist.

   "You ask too many questions for a woman, Miss Humbolt." Bambi ran her
fingers gently down the back of Janie's

   thigh and over her stretched anus.  "Just trust me," she said, almost
seductively.

   A droplet of opaque cream dislodged from the base of Janie's labia and
began to dribble slowly down towards her

   anus.  Feeling it's movement on the sensitive skin, she blushed heavily
and looked up at the teen.  The girl was

   watching it and for a moment her tongue played on her lips.

   "Now I'm gonna cuff your wrists to the side of the bed," Bambi suddenly
continued, bringing her mind back to the

   examination.

   "Why?" Janie questioned, even more alarmed than before.

   "We don't want your hands getting in the way of things during the exam,
now do we?"

   "I guess not." Janie resigned herself as the teen quickly secured her
wrists.

   "Next I am gonna secure your waist to the bed with this metal strap.  We
don't want you lifting your hips off

   the bed, you may hurt yourself and ruin the examination," Bambi smiled
as she expertly put the metal strap in place

   around Janie's waist.

   With Janie's wrists and waist secured to the bed Bambi took two clamps
from the side of the bed.  The clamps

   were attached to electrical wires.  "I am going to attach these nipple
clamps to your nipples.  It might it hurt

   for a little bit but I am sure that you will be a brave girl."

   "Why the nipple clamps?" Janie asked nervously, feeling suddenly
trapped.

   "We want to make sure that you don't have any nasty discharge from your
nipples that can affect the kids.

   Remember, we run a safe and healthy environment for the kids that visit
here."

   "Oww!" Janie yelled as Bambi clamped the clips on her nipples.  Then she
picked up a small black box: the wires

   from the nipple clamps ran to it and it had a red button on the top.

   "I am going to push this button here and every ten seconds an electrical
shock will be delivered to your

   nipples."

   "Wait, what?" Janie asked in panic.

   "Don't worry, silly, it won't hurt.  In fact it will be quite
pleasurable after a couple minutes," Bambi smiled as she pushed the button.

   "Uuugghhh!" Janie moaned at the first shock: it didn't really hurt but
the sensation it caused seemed to run

   straight to her wet cunt.

   "Next I am going to fasten this metal clamp around your neck and this
metal clamp around your forehead.  We want

   you perfectly still and docile while the examination is being
performed."

   "Uugghh!" Janie moaned as the second electrical shock hit her nipples.
She felt a desperate urge to touch

   herself, but her hands were cuffed.

   In no time Janie's neck and head were securely fastened to the bed
clamps.  "One last thing, Miss Humbolt, open

   wide," Bambi said cheerfully as she leaned over Janie.  The teen was
holding a wire clamp that would force the

   wearer's mouth open in an "O" shape.  Before Janie could protest the
teen had plopped the wire clamp expertly in

   place, forcing Janie's mouth obscenely open.

   "Stick your tongue out for me Miss Humbolt," the teen asked, and Janie
stuck her tongue out through the "O".

   "Very good, now you're all ready."

   Janie felt the humiliation of her position intensely: she couldn't move
on the bed nor look around, and she knew

   the cunt juice that now licking her anus would soon begin to pool on the
surface of the couch beneath her.  She

   knew that Bambi would see it and that she was at the girl's mercy.  She
heard her snap rubber gloves on her hands

   and then a metal tray being rolled across the floor, followed by a stool
or a chair.

   "I am going to squirt some warm gel into your cunt, Miss Humbolt," Bambi
said, and then giggled.  "Mind you, it

   looks very wet already!" she added and Janie blushed heavily.  "It will
make you feel all warm and tingly inside,

   and help me with your examination."

   Janie felt a warm liquid being squirted inside, and almost at the same
moment, a tingle in her nipples, causing

   her to moan loudly.  Damn she thought, that felt good.

   "You have a very well-developed clitoris, Miss Humbolt," Bambi said and
gripped it between her index finger and

   thumb.  Janie sucked in her breath and arched her body against the
restraints: she would've jumped off the bed if

   she could; perhaps because of the gel, she felt extra sensitive.

   "Easy there girl," giggled the teen.  "What I wouldn't give to watch a
little girl play with this," she said as

   she rolled Janie's clit between her fingers and Janie clutched at the
side of the bed.  "An adult woman's clit is

   one of most prized parts on her body," she continued as she gently
rolled Janie's clit back and forth.  "Most people

   say that it is the anus of a mature woman that is her most prized part
but me, I think it is the clit, one of the

   most delicate parts on a woman." She leaned over and blew her hot breath
on the now swollen clit, and then quickly

   kissed it before standing back up.

   "MMMgggffff" Janie moaned with a guttural grunt and the teen giggled
again.  The little electrical shocks to her

   nipples weren't so bad now because her focus was on her engorged clit,
still throbbing even though the girl had let

   go of it.

   "I'm going to put a little device on your clit that will massage it and
give it a little electrical jolt," Bambi

   said, her voice now businesslike again.  "Don't worry though, it will be
totally pleasurable.  Also, it will make

   you want to cum, so please do." She leaned forward over Janie's head and
smiled sweetly.  "Don't be shy or bashful

   about cumming during this examination, Miss Humbolt.  It is expected of
each potential whore."

   She moved back out of Janie's line of sight once more and gripped her
clit again.  Suddenly she felt the clamp's

   cold metal touch against her sensitive nub and small metal teeth dig
into her skin.

   "Mmmgggfffhhh!!" she moaned, an odd sound of pain and pleasure, as she
tried to squirm under the clit clamp, but

   she couldn't move an inch.

   "Don't fight it, Miss Humbolt," Bambi giggled and then turned on the
little clamp.  "It will deliver a little

   massage and then a jolt every twenty seconds," she said, raising her
voice above Janie's throaty moans.  "Just lie

   back and enjoy it and we'll have you cumming in no time."

   As if on cue, the nipple clamps and the clit clamp delivered their
tingling shocks at the same time and Janie

   groaned loudly, her body tensing painfully against the restraints as an
orgasm washed over her.  As it began to

   subside, pleasure was replaced by humiliation: she knew she had come
heavily and could feel cunt juice seeping down

   over her anus, and trails of saliva were running down her chin from her
gaping mouth.

   "There we are, you see," Bambi said cheerfully, and patted her gently on
the head.  "Now I am going to examine

   your anus."

   Janie could hear the metallic clanking of metal instruments, and she
tried to look round but the restraints held

   her head in place.  Suddenly there was a buzzing noise from beneath the
examination table and she felt the stirrups

   rising, pulling her legs back towards her chest and stretching them
further apart.

   "I am moving the stirrups so that I have better access to carry out the
examination," the teen explained, and

   then Janie felt a finger tracing softly around her brown hole.  "My,
my," she continued softly, "your anus is so

   pretty, Miss Humbolt."

   The finger withdrew and Bambi's voice returned to normal.  "For your
anus exam, I'm going to slide this thin

   metal tube just inside your sphincter muscle and squirt some liquid into
your anal tube and guts.  It will feel

   very warm and will relax all the muscles so that we can have a good poke
about inside."

   Janie felt the pressure of the metal tube press against her sphincter
and then suddenly break through into her

   bowel.  Almost at once, a warm liquid flowed into her and she tried to
scream through her gaping mouth as a second

   orgasm took her.

   "Very good, Miss Humbolt," laughed Bambi.  "You're a very sensitive
girl. That's your second one, isn't it?"

   Just then the exam room door opened.  Janie, her breath still ragged,
was suddenly aware of her nakedness and

   tried to struggle against her ties.

   "Oh, Hi Mayor Jean," Bambi said cheerfully.

   "Hello Bambi," Mayor Jean said, "is it ok if we come in or are we
interrupting your work."

   With impeccable timing, the clamps fired up and an obscene animal moan
issued from Janie's drooling mouth as she

   gripped the bed sheets with her fingers.  Somewhere nearby, she heard a
child giggle.

   "No please come in," Bambi replied, "I'm only doing an assessment."

   Janie heard the shuffling of feet: she couldn't see who came into the
room but it sounded like a tour party.

   She knew she was close to another orgasm if those fucking clamps powered
up again and she could hear herself

   panting through her open mouth.

   "Parents, this is Bambi, our resident novice nurse here at the
whorehouse.  She is going through the training

   program to become a doctor."

   "Hello," Bambi said with a smile in her voice.

   "These are parents whose children will be starting kindergarten in a
couple of weeks so we're giving them a tour

   of the whorehouse.  We give tours to anxious parents whose kids will be
coming here after school so that there is

   nothing to be afraid of.  That the women who work here are disease free,
docile and compliant."

   "As all women should be," Bambi added.

   "Who's the whore?" Mayor Jean asked.

   "Miss Janie Humbolt, a potential candidate in our puppy girl fantasy
program," Bambi replied as she patted Janie

   on her clit, making the metal teeth of the clamp scratch slightly. 
Janie moaned through her saliva filled mouth

   and her muscles tensed.

   "Oh yes," the major declared, " I remember her from the puppy girl
application.  Parents, this is Miss Janie

   Humbolt who is a vice president at Ten Fingers accounting.  She is
undergoing our rigorous check-up for diseases."

   "Why has she got that thing on her cunt?" It was a child's voice, a
girl.

   "What's your name little girl," Bambi asked in a tone that adults so
often use to children.

   "Cassie," the child answered contemptuously, "and I am not little, I'm
nine!"

   Oblivious of the girl's tone, Bambi continued, "Come over here and see.
It makes her pussy nice and wet and that

   helps me with my examination."

   "Examination?" a woman said, concerned.

   "Yes," the mayor said hastily, "you see, women can be carriers of such
icky diseases that we don't want to put

   your lovely children at risk so each week our whores undergo this
medical examination.  It puts the parents' minds

   at ease knowing our whores are clean.  All women who want to work as
whores here have to undergo the same medical

   examination before we hire them."

   The girl reached out a finger and flicked the clit clamp and Janie
moaned loudly has her cunt spasmed.  The girl

   giggled and did it again, and Janie felt another unstoppable orgasm
building.

   Ignoring her daughter, the woman asked, "So my little Cassie could rent
Miss Humbolt as her puppy girl after

   school or on weekends?"

   Janie groaned as she tried to squirm against her bonds, trying to avoid
the humiliation of cumming so wantonly

   in front of strangers.  She could feel that she was leaking cum like a
sieve.

   "Yes, if your lovely daughter selected her then Miss Humbolt's body
would belong to your five year-old for the

   hour long session after school."

   "You said body," a male voice asked.

   "Yes, we have learned over the years that elementary school kids could
care less what's on a woman's mind or

   even how educated they are or what their job title is.  They're only
interested in what the woman can do for them,

   like being a puppy girl like Miss Humbolt here."

   Cassie touched the clit clamp again, this time pulling on it, stretching
the swollen bud, and Janie screamed

   through her gaping mouth as her orgasm burst over her.  She heard the
girl laugh loudly and then cry out excitedly,

   "Look, the puppy girl's pissing!" and at the same time felt her spend
slipping down over her anus and onto the

   examination table.

   " I want her, Mummy," the girl said in a voice that was used to being
obeyed, "I want the pissing puppy girl!"

   There seemed to be a murmuring agreement between the parents.

   "So Cassie could purchase her as a puppy?" the woman asked.

   "Yes, and she would only pay the one fee to have Miss Humbolt perform as
a puppy for her."

   "Will we be given a price list today?" asked a man.

   "No, but the price list will be given to your child on the first day of
school so they can bring it home with

   the classroom information." There was pause.  "We also advertise
throughout the year at the school for specials and

   half-offs deals.  We will send that information home with your child
each week."

   "I'm afraid I need to carry on with the examination now?" Bambi said
eventually.

   "Of course my dear.  What do you have to do next?"

   "I have to examine inside Miss Humbolt's anus," said Bambi, picking up a
sleek glass tube, attached to a

   flexible cable.  "I'm looking for any scarring inside the rectum that
could harbour infection.  We call it Dildo

   Damage." She flicked a small switch on the cable and a monitor next to
the examination table lit up with a close-up

   of Janie's anus.  The teen then slid the sleek glass tube through the
anal ring and into the rectum.

   "Hhhmmmggghhhgg!" Janie moaned again, trying to squirm away from this
additional humiliating stimulation, while

   above her, the monitor showed the livid red lining of her bowel.

   "What's the prognosis, Bambi?" Mayor Jean asked after a few moments.a

   "Well, on just a first inspection, I can see that there is no evidence
of Dildo Damage and everything is very

   healthy." She moved the probe, rubbing it against the anal muscle and
Janie moaned.  Bambi giggled.  "As you can

   hear, Miss Humbolt is very sensitive and tight and as far as I can
ascertain, I don't think she has ever had

   anything up there."

   Mayor Jean took a couple of steps forward and leaned over looking down
at Janie.  "You're very cute and good

   looking, Miss Humbolt.  I'm surprised that you've hadn't made money off
your body before.  I hope it not because of

   some strange old fashioned notion of self-respect: deep down all women
are whores and you should have taken

   advantage of that."

   "Mmmgghhhfff!" Janie moaned, as the clamps fired and her fourth orgasm
began to reach a peak again.

   Mayor Jean stood up straight, "I think she agrees with me!" and
everybody laughed.

   Tears of shame came to Janie's eyes as the climax swept over and she
moaned through her gaping mouth.

   "I think this is her fourth one so far," Bambi giggled as she pulled the
glass tube out of Janie's anus.  "She

   is amazingly sensitive and if you all come closer, you will be able to
see the how responsive her cunt is."

   There was a general shuffling as the onlookers moved in closer to watch
the end of Janie's cum, Bambi drawing

   their attention to the pulsing of her vagina and the flow of her cunt
juice, as well as her clit, twitching under

   the ministrations of the massaging device.  Janie rolled her eyes and
groaned, pulling at the bed sheets with her

   fingers, unable to resist the painful pleasure that swept through her.

   "The next thing I have to do is what we call the DP test," Bambi
announced, and without waiting for Janie to

   come down from her orgasm, she thrust the middle finger of her left hand
into Janie's anus and the middle and index

   fingers of her right into Janie's cunt.  Janie's eyes shot open wide and
she gave a strangulated cry, and once

   more, with unerring timing, the clamps sent out their electric pulses.

   "Damn, I can feel the spasms in her cunt," Bambi said as she pumped her
fingers back and forth.  "I can feel my

   finger in her ass through the membrane."

   Mayor Jean turned to the parents.  "That means that Miss Humbolt will be
able to take a double pounding from

   your sons or daughters."

   One of the mothers asked somewhat sheepishly, "Can the parents come here
to the whorehouse for a little playtime

   with the puppies?"

   The mayor smiled understandingly.  "We are often asked that questions
but I'm afraid not.  Having said that,

   your child can rent the puppy girl for after school or for the weekend.
How you want to use her during that time

   is, well, up to the child and parents."

   There was a pause as the group watched Bambi working her fingers back
and forth in Janie's ass and cunt and

   listened to Janie's groans and gurgles of delirium.

   "Okay, let's move on to the play rooms," Mayor Jean said eventually. 
Thank you, Bambi, for explaining things to

   us so clearly.  I am sure that the parents here will be able to have
absolute confidence in the health and

   condition of the whores they take home."

   As the group shuffled out of the room, Bambi slowly removed her fingers
and moved to the side of Janie's head.

   "Stick your tongue out," she ordered, holding both her hands up.

   Feeling the sudden emptiness in her holes, Janie looked at the teen for
a moment and then stuck her tongue out

   through the O ring as best she could.

   Bambi leaned over and let a long piece of spit dribble from her mouth
onnto Janie's tongue.  She quickly tried

   to pull her tongue back but the spit still dribbled into her mouth
anyway.

   Next, Bambi held up the two fingers of her right hand, both glistening
with trails of opaque slime.  She licked

   slowly up the side of one finger, gathering the viscous cum on her
tongue and then took it into her mouth.  "Your

   cunt tastes so sweet," she said and then rubbed the fingers back and
forth on Janie's teeth and gums.  "Taste

   yourself, Miss Humbolt, because as a puppy girl it will be a taste that
you will come to know very well during your

   employment here."

   She raised her other hand and the finger that had been in her anus, and
held it in front of Janie's staring

   eyes.  Small flecks of shit clung to its slime coating.

   "You'll find a lot of them will want your anus; you know how fixated
some of the younger ones are with bottoms,

   especially the girls and their strap-ons." As before, she lowered the
finger into the gaping mouth and wiped its

   filth onto her teeth and gums.  At the same moment, power surged through
the clamps and Janie moaned loudly as her

   body tried to arch upwards.

   "Oh, very nice.  Another cum.  You are a very sensitive woman, Miss
Humbolt," Bambi said approvingly.  "Is that

   your fourth or your fifth?  I've completely lost count." She giggled and
waited for Janie to come down from her

   cum.

   "One more test, and then we're done."

   Standing where Janie's could clearly see, the teen held up a ribbed
dildo and pulled her smock to one side.

   Beneath it she was wearing a strap-on dildo attached to her waist. 
Moving between the helpless woman's legs, she

   slid the dildo into Janie's cunt and turned on its vibrator, before
adjusting the strap-on and turning on its clit

   vibrator.

   She looked down at Janie's staring eyes and smiled.  "Now Miss Humbolt
puppy girl wannabe, I'm gonna test your

   anus with my strap-on.  I've put a dildo in your cunt as well because
you can be certain that it is something that

   many of the kids will want to do." She giggled.  "I'll try not to cause
any Dildo Damage, but I'm going to fuck you

   like the children will, hard and deep."

   Without further ado, the teen positioned the dildo head against her
anus, drove the head past Janie's sphincter

   muscle and into her rectum.

   Bambi laughed.  "Oh not another one, Miss Humbolt," she cried as she
pushed the dildo in as far a it would go.

   She began to pump the strap-on harder and deeper and with each thrust,
the clit vibe pressed harder against her

   cunt.

   "Damn, Miss Humbolt," she cried as she increased the tempo of her
thrusting further, "You feel fucking good!"

   and she waved her right hand over head as if she were on a bucking
bronco until they both came at the same time.

   Ten minutes later, as Janie was unstrapped from the bed and stood up on
shaky legs, she looked at Bambi and

   asked, "Do you do that all the time?"

   "As often as I can," the girl answered with a giggle as she tucked the
dildo back under her smock.  She sat down

   at her desk and filled out the paper work while Janie got dressed and as
she handed it over, she smiled warmly.

   "Medically speaking Miss Humbolt you have a very good sex drive, you
should use it more often."

   "Thanks," Janie replied as she walked gingerly out the door
straightening her clothes and clutching her exam

   paper.  There were four women waiting in the room, two sitting on the
small stools, and they watched her with alarm.



   *********



   The next day, after work, Janie went to the licensing department, a
large hall with a series of windows down one

   side, each with queues stretching back from them.  She stood patiently
in the line that had a sign labeled "DOG

   LICENSE" over the window and looked around: next to the dog license
window was one labeled "WHORES"; next to that

   was one for teachers, then attorneys, then business owners and there
were other windows beyond them which she could

   not read.  Only women had to be licensed in Cherish Valley to do
anything - men had no such conditions - and the

   waiting room was filled with women, there to get a license for one thing
or another.  When she had arrived, Janie

   had pulled a number from the ticket machine: it was number 301 and the
electronic ticket counter read 175.  She

   sighed and looked at her watch as she sat down, lowering herself
carefully onto the seat: her anus was still sore

   after the day before.  When her number was eventually called she went
self-consciously to the dog license window,

   feeling that all eyes were on her.

   "Yes?" the bored looking clerk behind the window said, looking up at
her.

   "Um, a license please?" Janie replied, trying to keep her voice down.

   "A dog license for yourself or for a real dog?" the clerk asked.  Janie
thought the lady deliberately spoke a

   little

   bit too loudly and that her voice seemed to echo around the room.

   Janie leaned over the counter.  "For me." She was almost whispering.

   "What?  Speak up."

   "Um, for me please."

   "For you what?"

   Now Janie knew the woman was playing with her and blushed fiercely as
she slid her application form under the

   window.

   "A dog license for me, please."

   The clerk looked at it.  "What breed of dog are you applying for?"

   Janie was suddenly flustered.  "Ah, I don't know yet."

   "Well, doesn't matter right now but we'll need to know what breed you
consider yourself after thirty days." The

   clerk typed the information into a data base then took a little heart
shaped pendent, put it in an etching machine

   and turned it on.  Less than a minute later the clerk handed the heart
shaped pendent to Janie.  "It's your lost

   and found tag with the number of the whorehouse on it.  Attach it to
your dog collar."

   Janie took the pendent nodding her head.  The clerk handed her a
receipt. "Come back in thirty days for your

   regular license."

   "Yes, thank you," Janie replied and she walked quickly away from the
window.



   *********



   Dr.  Swan had her office at the Young Girl Club, a grim concrete
building.  Slightly early for her appointment,

   Janie parked her car and walked across the parking lot towards the
entrance.  The sign on the front door said that

   all women must enter through the back entrance and so she walked around
the building and knocked on a shabby wooden

   door.

   A small square opening opened up with a pair eyes looking out at her. 
"Yes?"

   "Um, I'm here to see Dr.  Swan," replied Janie nervously.

   "And you are?" the voice asked.

   "Janie Humbolt."

   The small window closed, leaving Janie standing uncomfortably in the
open.  She waited couple of minutes until

   the door eventually opened and a woman invited her in.  "Come on in Miss
Humbolt, straight down the hallway to the

   dance floor.  Dr.  Swan will be out shortly." The woman was full
figured, probably in her fifties, but she had on a

   short pink dress with black stilettos and sporting a page boy haircut. A
poster on the wall behind her seat read,

   "Girls rule, Women drool".

   As Janie waited, she looked around the main dance floor.  There were
four dance stages each with a pole in the

   middle, and around the stages were chairs and tables.  She looked over
at the bar where there were three women,

   each with a metal collar around her neck and a chain attached to the
collar at one end and a bar on the ceiling at

   the other.  As one of the women, the bar tender, moved around in the bar
area, she pulled her chain along the metal

   bar.

   The second woman was standing on the bar top at one end and seemed to be
rehearsing, dancing sensuously around a

   metal pole before moving along the bar to an identical pole at the other
end.  She was dressed only in a red

   leotard and like the bartender, her chain moved with her.  The third
woman was sitting on what looked like a small

   mechanical bull in front of the bar and her neck chain was attached to a
hook in the ceiling.  The woman's hands

   were cuffed behind her back and her ankles and thighs were strapped to
the bull.  She was moaning as the bull

   rocked back and forth, and Janie could see two dildos, one that
penetrated the woman's cunt and another smaller

   thinner dildo that penetrated her anus.  Above her head, an electronic
counter read 1.34.07.

   "Beautiful isn't it?" came a voice behind her.

   Janie turned around to see Dr.  Swan standing behind her.  She was
wearing her trademark little girl school

   outfit, a short plaid skirt, tight white blouse with no bra, a pink bow
tie, her hair in pig tails, white thigh

   high stockings and pink Mary Jane shoes.

   Janie didn't know what to say as she turned back to watch the three
women.  "Um, yes, I guess so."

   "Our young clients demand it," the doctor replied as she stood next to
Janie.  "Those three are mothers new to

   the club."

   "Oh."

   "They were bored with their home life with their husbands off at work,
getting laid most likely, so they decided

   to come here and make the kind of money that their bodies are worth."

   "I see," replied Jane, getting wetter and more excited as she watched
them.  The woman in the red leotard

   squatted down on one of the poles and Jayne saw for the first time that
it was split at the crotch, leaving her

   cunt and anus totally exposed.

   "Tonight will be their first night working the club.  The girls who come
here will buy, sell and trade these

   mother's throughout the night.  They will be passed around like a cheap
piece of meat to different groups of girls

   who will use them to satisfy their sexual fantasies.  By the end of the
night these mothers will leave here with a

   wad of cash and their sexual urges satisfied in a way that no male would
be able to do."

   "Wow, I never knew that.  This is my first time here," Janie said with a
gulp.

   "You didn't come here when you were a tween or a teen?"

   "No, sorry to say that I never came when I was that age," Janie replied,
lowering her head in embarrassment and

   regret.

   "Well, you don't know what you're missing.  You should come here for a
tour sometime, see what we have to

   offer," Doctor Swan said and then giggled.  "You can already see what
Betty has to offer on the bar." She leaned in

   confidentially.  "Her cunt tastes like heaven!"

   Janie swallowed and then nodded.

   "Come, let's talk about you shall we?" the doctor said as she took Janie
by the elbow and steered her across the

   dance floor.

   The sign on the door that Dr.  Swan opened said "DR.  ASSHOLE" and Janie
stared.  It was flashy with neon

   lighting and underneath had a picture of Dr.  Swan that showed her naked
from her breasts up.

   "Cute isn't it?  That's what the girls call me who buy me.  Well, they
actually purchase my anus which is my

   money maker," Dr.  Swan said proudly.  She ushered in Janie.  "So let's
find out what your specialty is, shall we?"

   Janie 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 Janie knew to be the doctor's anus along
with dildos and strap-on's.  Hanging on the

   middle of the wall was another sign, "My asshole belongs to the girls,
my cunt belongs to my hand."

   Dr Swan saw Janie looking at it.  "A lot women don't realize it but the
best orgasms come from your anus.  Have

   a seat." She motioned to Janie to take a seat and she did so nervously.
"Relax, Miss Humbolt, I'm not going to

   bite." She paused and then continued with a giggle, "But I wouldn't mind
a lick or two between your legs."

   Janie gasped and looked up quickly, but then dropped her eyes and
blushed when she realised it was a joke.

   Inside she felt a sudden and unexpected disappointment.

   "So let's start with your childhood.  Tell me about it."

   Janie shifted uncomfortably on her chair.  "Um, well, it was nothing
special."

   "Did you have normal sex like during school?  Other adult women?  Or
maybe boys and men?"

   "Not really, I mean, as a class we did have sex with our teachers during
in school service days, teacher rape

   days and cock sucking competitions, but that was just part of the
curriculum."

   "Did you join other recreational groups like the Pathfinders?  Or a
church youth group?"

   "No nothing like that.  I mean I did have sex throughout high school but
nothing that I went out of my way to

   find.  Like, I've never been here before.  I know my friends used to
come here a lot but not me."

   "How about your mother?  Did she take your virginity on your sixteenth
birthday?"

   "Yes," Janie bushed as she looked down at the floor.

   "You're cute when you blush Miss Humbolt," smiled the Doctor.  "Tell me,
how did she take your virginity?"

   "Well, I ....  um, she...," stuttered Janie.

   "Come on, Miss Humbolt, we're both women here.  There's nothing you
can't tell me that I've haven't heard

   before," Dr.  Swan said reassuringly.

   "Well, um, her theme was puppy girl," Janie stammered.  There she'd said
it.  She glanced up to see the Doctor's

   reaction but her expression didn't change.

   "Puppy girl huh?  How did that make you feel?"

   "I was, um," Janie fidgeted and couldn't look at the doctor.  "Excited."

   "Excited how?"

   "I felt humiliated, degraded and excited at the same time."

   "Tell me what happened."

   Janie looked up at her, her eyes pleading.

   "It's ok," Doctor Swan said, her voice persuasive.  "Sometimes it's good
to speak of things that you have

   bottled away inside you.  Tell me."

   "My birthday morning my mother had me get undressed then had me on my
hands and knees." She took a deep breath.

   "She attached my ankles to my thighs so I couldn't stand up then she put
a leather dog collar around my neck and

   attached a leash."

   "Did you have friends over for your party?"

   "Yes, but later on."

   "Go on."

   "My mom walked me around the house all morning like I was a puppy dog."

   "What did your dad think about this?"

   "Oh, he was excited and all that.  Even pulled his cock out to play with
it.  But what excited me was my mom

   calling me a bitch and walking me around.  She gave me my present which
she had me open with my mouth, ripping it

   apart like a dog would.  It was a pink ten inch ribbed dildo with a
leather strap.  She tossed it across the living

   room and had me fetch it, telling me that it would be the dildo that
would take my virginity.  When my friends came

   over they immediately treated me like a puppy and I realised that they
had planned this with my mom."

   Warming to her story, Janie noticed that Dr.  Swan was squirming in her
chair, and she felt a rush of moisture in

   her cunt.

   "Well, my friends treated me like a dog, patted me on my head and led me
around with the leash.  We played fetch

   out back.  The girls threw the ball and I would chase after it.  My dad
came several times which my friends thought

   was cute.  Then my mom rubbed me between my legs seeing how wet I was
and my friends did the same thing."

   "How did you feel at this point?" Dr Swan asked.

   "Still excited and most humiliated.  My friend Jane pulled a dog tail
from her bag and inserted it in my anus.

   It hurt going in but once it was set it felt really good.  I barked and
yelped for my mom and my friends acting

   like a dog all day."

   "When did your mother take your virginity?" One of Doctor Swan's hands
was now moving in her lap below her desk.

   "Just before the cake.  She put the strap-on on then kneeled behind me.
My friends were urging her on and I was

   so nervous because I had heard it would hurt when my cherry broke.  My
mother pushed the strap-on and easily popped

   my cherry and I cried because it hurt but then it felt good.  I had my
first cum with my mother leaning on my back

   squishing my doggie tail to my back as she squeezed my nipples. 
Afterward she had me lick the strap-on of my blood

   and cum.  I didn't realize it at the time but none of my friends brought
any presents for me.  Instead my mother let

   them fuck me with the strap-on.  I had one orgasm for each friend who
fucked me.  I cried because I was humiliated

   as they laughed at me and fucked me but deep down inside I loved it."

   "And then after that?  Like the next day?"

   "Oh, well, everything was back to normal.  I was nervous and embarrassed
the next day but I got over it quickly

   when I saw that my friends didn't care what happened the day before.  It
dawned on me that they would be going

   through something similar on their birthdays."

   Janie stopped, her story finished and felt suddenly elated.  The Doctor
was right: it really was good to tell

   somebody else.

   "Hmm," Dr.  Swan said, her hand moving faster.  "That's one hot story,
Miss Humbolt."

   Janie smiled at the compliment.  "So is being a puppy my specialty, Dr.
Swan?"

   "Yes, but I think you knew that already," the Doctor replied.  "You're a
young woman who needs to be humiliated

   by acting like a puppy, a dog, a bitch.  You need to be pushed down in
the dirt, stepped on and degraded so that

   you can find your true self."

   Janie nodded her head listening to the doctor.  `That was it,' Janie's
mind screamed.  I knew it all the time.

   I can only find true contentment if I am humiliated and degraded as a
puppy girl.  Janie felt her stomach flutter:

   this was so exciting for her.

   "All women have some sort of sexual specialty in which they live to be
humiliated and degraded during sex." She

   brought her hand up unto the desk and leaned forward, and Janie couldn't
help noticing the glint of moisture on her

   fingers.  "You ever wonder why we have this wonderful club or the
whorehouse where you want to work or the family

   strip club or the other strip clubs around the valley?"

   Janie shook her head, her mind still on humiliation and pleasure.

   "It's because women love to be degraded.  All women sub-consciously want
to be whores, especially for little

   girls and boys, that's what drove you to the whorehouse.  You need to be
treated as a puppy to find true

   contentment.

   "Oh, yes, Doctor, yes I do!" Janie looked up with an eager smile.

   "When you walked into the whorehouse the other day how did you feel?"

   Janie thought for a moment and then blushed again.  "Like I belonged
there."

   "Were you nervous and excited or dreading going to the meeting?"

   "I was nervous and excited.  I had not really truly felt that way since
my sixteenth birthday."

   "Then I am going to recommend that you be a puppy girl.  I would suggest
that to get the most out of being a

   puppy that you work the whorehouse as often as you can and allow the
kids to do anything to you without

   reservation.  You will find nothing more fulfilling than humiliation and
degradation at the hands of children.

   Janie jumped out of her chair, enlightened and excited.  "Oh yes, I will
doctor, thank you."

   Dr.  Swan stood up and took Janie by the hand.  "One other thing, Miss
Humbolt.  Every weekend we have beginner

   S&M and BDSM training for five and six year-old girls.  We're always
looking for adult women to participate in the

   program.  The little ones need to work with women who are not afraid to
give their minds and bodies to them."

   "You mean you would like me to help?"

   "We teach little girls about their fantasies and fetishes and BDSM and
S&M training is one way we do that.  It

   seems that you are an ideal person to understand their needs."

   Janie smiled.  "I, I will think about but it sounds like something I
would enjoy."

   "I will send my report to the mayor about your specialty.  Good luck,
and I hope to see you here sometime." Dr.

   Swan lead Janie across the room and opened her door.  Two girls were
standing on the other side.

   "Hi, Doctor Asshole!"

   One of the girls looked Janie up and down.  "Is she for sale too?" she
asked waving her money.

   "No, `fraid not girls," the Doctor said, her professional demeanour now
gone, "but you can visit her at the

   whorehouse next week.  She will put herself out as a puppy girl."

   "Cool!" both girls replied looking Janie up and down.

   Eventually they turned back to the doctor.  The second girl asked, "Did
you clean your asshole like we asked,

   Doctor Asshole?"

   Janie turned to Dr.  Swan who blushed.  "Yes, girls, cleaned it and put
perfume on it myself an hour ago," she

   replied as she ushered the girls into her room and shut the door behind
her.

   Janie slowly walked through the dance floor area, her mind still reeling
with enlightenment.  She looked across

   and saw that the woman on the horse had gone and now two dildos glinted
obscenely in the dim light.  A woman came

   up behind her.

   "You looked lost.  You the new meat?" she asked, smiling.

   Janie turned.  "Ah, no, just had an appointment with the Doctor," she
smiled weakly.

   "Ah, the asshole.  She makes more money in a week that most of us do in
a month."

   Janie just nodded her head, her attention caught by something else. 
"Who are those women?" she asked, leaning

   her head over towards a group of women.

   "They're known as `good time girls'.  They are new meat to the club."

   "New meat?" asked Janie looking at the women.

   "Meat is our term for new hires.  Their job throughout the evening is to
stand in certain areas of the club

   dance floor watching the girl's tables.  If one of the girls waves a
five dollar note above her head, they are to

   go immediately to the table and perform whatever act the girl demands."

   Janie's pulse quickened.  "Such as?"

   "Crawling under the table to lick and suck the pre-teen cunts or sit on
the lap of the girl as the girl fondles

   her.  When the girl tires of the woman then she is passed around the
table for the other girls to use." The woman's

   tone was very matter-of-fact and Janie gasped.

   "For five dollars?"

   "Yep," replied the woman.

   "That doesn't seem so bad," mused Janie.

   "I wouldn't say that.  I mean if you don't mind your tits mauled, a
finger up your ass as you're sitting on a

   girl's lap, being spit on or slapped across the face a dozen times
because you didn't do something fast enough,

   then fair enough, but it seems cheap to me."

   "Oh, I didn't mean...."

   "You see the girls come here to get relief from the end of the school
week.  Things can get a bit rough during

   exam week at the end of the school year but we're here to help the girls
relieve some of that frustration and

   anxiety."

   "I see," replied Janie.

   "The whole goal of the new meat is to make it to the play rooms
upstairs. That's where you can negotiate the

   cost of the sex act with the girl and start making decent money."

   "I see," Janie repeated.

   "So you're looking to start here?" the woman asked.

   "No, I'm aspiring to be a specialty whore over at the whorehouse," Janie
said proudly.

   "Oh, what's your specialty?" For the first time the woman looked
genuinely interested in her.

   "Puppy girl."

   "Well being a puppy girl is a noble job, especially with the kids.  I'm
sure they will love you."

   Janie smiled and nodded, wondering suddenly if they would love her, if
she could make a success of it.

   "You're in the enviable position of teaching and nurturing the
youngster's sex drives and fantasies by being a

   specialist.  Sometimes I wonder if I shouldn't be working at the
whorehouse."

   "Oh?"

   "Just sometimes," laughed the woman.  "But I love the freewheeling sex
that goes on here.  You see I'm an

   attorney, a contract attorney and sometimes I make more money here than
I do for my employer." The woman saw the

   surprise on Janie's face and laughed again.

   They had reached the end of the bar, a grubby door marked 'Exit'.  Janie
smiled.  "Well, I must really be going

   now.  It was nice talking to you."

   The woman grinned back.  "Come by sometime for a tour if ever you decide
to come and do some proper whoring."

   She laughed and then turned and walked off down a smaller red-lit
corridor towards some stairs.

   "I will," waved Janie and then went back outside into the glare of the
daylight.



   *********



   Sitting at home that evening, Janie turned down the internet screen and
picked up a pamphlet entitled "What to

   expect as a Specialty Whore" that she had been given with the paperwork
at the seminar.  It was only four pages

   long and contained a series of paragraphs offering useful advice and
Janie read it section by section, determined

   to learn its contents.

   The first paragraph on page one was titled, "Feelings for the child".

   "There have been instances of a whore developing romantic `feelings' for
a young client who comes to visit her

   often and the Management of the whorehouse feels it is very important to
discourage this.  Relationships that are

   allowed to grow at work can cause problems of jealousy in either the
whore or the child: jealousy can develop

   between whores as they compete for the child and that can create tension
in the workplace; a child can become

   jealous if they see their favorite whore entertaining other kids.  In
these cases it is advisable that the whore

   brings this to the attention of the Management who will make every
effort to separate the whore from the child when

   the child comes to the whorehouse."

   The next paragraph was titled, "Boys and puberty".

   "The whorehouse caters to boys ages 5 to 11.  Puberty for boys generally
starts around age 10 but has been known

   to start as early as age 9.  Boys who have not started puberty cannot
get you pregnant.  A pre-puberty boy's cock

   will jerk up and down in the motion of "cumming", the boy may also moan
and groan under your tender ministrations,

   he might even ejaculate a small amount of clear fluid, but he can't cum
properly until puberty.  We also find that

   boys in puberty become more aggressive hence, as a whore it is your duty
channel this aggression into a wholesome

   sexual fantasy.  Boys who are in puberty and can cum can get you
pregnant: whores who become pregnant from pre-teen
boys will be fired and any contractual obligations must be paid in

full."

   Next came "Girls and puberty".

   "The whorehouse caters to girls ages 5 to 11.  Puberty for girls
generally starts around age 9 but has been

   known to start as early as age 8.  Women of all ages know that the cunt
of a pre-puberty girl tastes different than

   a girl in puberty.  You will be able to judge when a girl is in puberty
when you taste her cunt, and by the first

   wisps of pubic hair.  As a whore, working with pre-teen girls is a safer
bet than boys.  Girls are more imaginative

   in their sexual fantasies.  However, it is wrong to assume that girls
are more gentle: often even the youngest

   girls can be quite violent, especially when using a strap-on, and they
are also more aware than boys of which parts

   of your body are most susceptible to pain.  You will have to use your
skills to offset any injury that this might
cause: a damaged whore is of no use to the whorehouse."

   The final paragraph on the page was called, "Understanding your role".

   As a specialty whore you are here for the sex and to fuel the child's
fantasy and not the romance.  Your

   energies should be directed to working the child's fantasies, tastes and
proficiency in sex skills and sex toys.

   We want to develop our kid's fantasies in a safe and loving sexual
environment.  You must avoid developing anything

   other than a professional working relationship with your child clients:
remember, to them you are just a

   whore....."

   Janie tossed the pamphlet on the coffee table.  `I hope I am making the
right decision about my fantasy,' she

   thought to herself as she started to finger her cunt.



   *********



   The mayor was standing in front of the room as the women took their
seats.  She was wearing a skimpy thong

   bikini and black six inch stilettos that accented her calves.  The bra
portion of the bikini had a tiny piece of

   triangular cloth that covered her aureoles and a thin piece of material
covered her clit and cunt.  She looked

   stunning and Janie's mouth watered as she looked at her tall voluptuous
body: she was sure the others were

   watering too.

   Janie had arrived early for the induction meeting and was happy to see
that Sandy the attorney was already

   there.

   They embraced like old friends and Sandy kissed her so lingeringly that
she felt her cunt moisten.  They were

   both wearing business clothes and as Janie looked around the room now,
most of the other women sitting there were

   similarly dressed.  And like her, they were staying lustfully at the
mayor.

   The mayor cleared her throat.  "County rules state that a whore cannot
be naked in the public places of a

   whorehouse, such as the hallway or foyer or the public restrooms of the
house.  But it doesn't say what can or

   can't be worn in these places, so less is better."

   Janie and the others laughed, and watched intrigued as she opened a bag
on the table in front of her.  She

   reached in and grabbed a handful of thong bikinis and tossed them on the
floor to her left.  "Get undressed whores

   and pick a thong bikini from the pile and put it on.  This will be your
attire for today."

   The women moved slowly at first, looking round amongst themselves with
embarrassment and uncertainty.

   "Let's go whores we don't have all day," the major shouted, clapping her
hands.

   Janie and the others self-consciously removed their clothes.  The skimpy
clothes seemed to be one size fits all

   and some of the women had big tits which stretched and put tension on
the flimsy strings of the bra.  Janie picked

   out a pink thong set and squeezed into it, grateful that her breasts
were smaller, but as she adjusted the strings

   of the bra around her tits and nipples, she saw that it was almost as if
she was wearing nothing at all.  She

   noticed that Sandy was staring at her and grinned sheepishly: Sandy
smiled back and winked, adjusting the thin

   material over her crotch.

   "Take a seat whores as we have some paperwork to cover this morning
before we start on the induction."

   The room had been provided with small desks and plastic seats which were
so cold on the ass cheeks that they

   made some of the women squirm.

   "We have your mental health approval and specialty forms from Doctor
Swan and your medical exam from our medical

   office.  Please pass forward your whore training license."

   After a minute of passing papers and checking lists, the mayor announced
that she had the all the paperwork and

   that they could begin.  She then paused as she looked at the women
sitting before her.  "Before we begin, let me

   say this first, that in my experience, I think all of you here are Alpha
Females and that you all have something in

   common: you have two sides of you, one public side, one private side.  I
have discovered in my couple of years
working here that many women like you who are Alpha Females

professionally by day, like executives, doctors,

   lawyers, entrepreneurs, and super moms, often crave to be submissive in
the bedroom.  All women in my experience

   are submissive by choice or by natural yearning which would make you an
alpha submissive.  Women who are alpha

   submissives crave to relinquish control to a strong, confident boy or
girl by nature as part of their need for

   mental and sexual escape from their everyday, in-control persona.  Not
being in control sexually is a relief from

   constant decision making and being in charge during their busy,
stressful daily lives.  I believe that adult female

   submission is an act of escapism from their public personas.  Otherwise,
you wouldn't be here today."

   The mayor paused.  The women looked at each other and one or two of them
nodded their head but said nothing.

   "Now before we get round to technical things like contracts," she
continued, "does anyone have any questions

   about what has happened so far?"

   A woman sitting near Janie tentatively raised her hand.

   "Yes?" Mayor Jean asked.

   "Um, I, um, have a question about Bambi," the woman stammered and there
was a murmur of approval in the room.

   Sandy jumped in.  "Yeah, what's her story?  She's learning to be a
nurse?"

   "And is that her real name?" another woman asked.

   The mayor smiled.  "I can see Bambi made quite an impression on you all.
Yes, Bambi is her real name.  I've

   known her since she was five.  She came here to learn about BDSM and I
happened to be the whore that she was paired

   up with.  Growing up she was a regular here and at the Young Girl club.
Her specialty is BDSM and being a DOM."

   "Well, that explains a lot!" said another woman and everybody laughed.

   "When I was starting out in the sex business I went to the Young Girl
club a lot and there she would buy me and

   use me and then pass me around to her friends.  She learned her craft in
the play rooms of the club.  When her

   mother took her virginity at sixteen she had one year before she would
be considered a woman.  She graduated from

   high school at seventeen and decided on becoming a nurse but to earn the
money to attend nurses training she was

   working the strip club for males out on the edge of town, and we all
know how rough it is there.  I offered her a

   job here so that she could get practical hands-on experience with the
whores, and now she takes night courses at

   the community center to earn her nurses degree."

   "So who is the real doctor?" Sandy asked.

   "That would be Myrtle Dorcas," the Mayor smiled.

   "It seems like she's never around here," Sandy said.

   "Well, Dr.  Dorcas doesn't practice medicine anymore, well, not much
anyway.  She is one of my better performing

   whores and as such her body and services are in great demand with the
kids.  She realized when she started working

   here that being a whore was a more noble profession than trying to be a
doctor and compete with the men."

   "Why is that?"

   "You know kids, they like to play doctor," chuckled the Mayor.

   "So she just signs off on the medical evaluations?" asked a woman
sitting near Janie.

   "That's right.  As you have found out yourselves, Bambi has a good
handle on things and Dr Dorcas is quite

   content to let boys and girls explore her body anyway they want.  It
makes her money and the house money." She

   paused and grinned broadly.  "Is there anyone here who wants to complain
about the way Bambi conducted her

   examination?"

   Everyone in the room burst out laughing, and one woman called out, "Can
she examine me again."

   Sandy leaned against Janie's shoulder and put her hand on her thigh. 
"My anus still throbs," she whispered and

   then giggled.  As she did so, the Mayor handed out three pieces of
stapled paper and then returned to table at the

   front.  As the women turned their attention to what they had been given,
Janie noticed with a thrill that Sandy did

   not remove her hand.

   "This is a contract between you and the whorehouse.  It is for a period
of one year.

   There was some murmuring.

   "I will cover the highlights of contract.  The contract stipulates that
as a puppy girl you are the property of

   the whorehouse during your working hours for the year, starting from
today.  We will market you locally and at the

   elementary school and what money you make will be split seventy thirty."


   "Property?  What do you mean?" asked one mother, sitting forward on her
chair.

   "Just that.  The whorehouse owns you from the top of your head to the
bottom of your feet and everything in

   between.  As property you don't get a say in how things are done here at
the house: even our top money making whores

   are property and fall under the same guidelines as you."

   "What do you mean by guidelines?" the same woman asked.

   "Look at the paragraph in the middle of page two.  'As property you will
keep your cunt and anus clean, smelling

   good, free of blemishes, scratches, unsightly hair.' Think of it this
way, whores: a little girl who is fucking you

   doggie style doesn't want to see a pimple on your ass cheek, it's
unsightly and besides it hurts like hell when she

   squeezes it.  And believe me, they will always squeeze it!" the mayor
chuckled.  "As for your face and head you

   will keep your hair clean and brushed.  You will wear make-up that makes
you look like a whore.  You will keep your

   mouth clean and free of germs because we all know that the mouths of
adult women have a lot of germs from the all

   the cock sucking and anal licking we do.  The same guidelines hold true
for you specialty whores: even the thong

   bikinis that you and I are wearing have the words `Property of the
Whorehouse' imprinted on the thin string."

   The woman nodded her head and sat back in her chair and the others
looked closely at the string on the thong to

   verify that it was really there.

   Another mother spoke up.  "Most of us are married.  What about our
husbands?  I mean, well, my husband can get

   kind of rough when he fucks me, and he's, well, large."

   Mayor Jean smiled.  "You will have to manage your sexual relations with
your husband.  I suggest that you remind

   him of the money you hope to be making.  Your cunt and anus should be
not be overly stretched or abused by him and

   when you go in for your weekly medical exam, Bambi will be inspecting
your cunt and anus closely.  Keep them in

   shape whores because that is your moneymaker."

   Sandy raised her hand, the one that had been resting on Janie's thigh.
"How much of the money we make goes to

   the whorehouse?"

   "The house takes seventy percent of your weekly earnings as we have to
cover our marketing costs, the cost of

   the rental room we assign you to, internet costs, taxes and your monthly
depreciation value."

   "I heard that the cost of the room rental decreases as we gain
experience," a mother asked.

   "That is true," the mayor smiled.  "As you gain more elementary school
clients and your earning power increases

   we move you up in rental rooms.  Think of it as an incentive to sell
yourself as often as you can.  Remember we get

   the boys and girls here but it is up to you to sell yourself to them. 
In some cases you'll be competing with each

   other."

   Janie and the others nodded their heads.

   The mayor continued, "We have meetings every Friday at 5pm.  You are
required to be here for the meetings so for

   those of you that have day jobs please make arrangements to leave work
early.  If you are late or miss a Friday

   meeting then you forfeit your earnings for that night.  In these
meetings we talk about your individual sales

   numbers and any problems that might have arisen."

   Sandy raised her hand again, to Janie's regret.  "What do you mean by
individual sales numbers?"

   "That is the number of boys or girls we want fucking you during your
working hours."

   "So the numbers of boys or girls that fuck us during working hours is
talked about in front of the other

   whores?" Sandy asked.

   "Yes, that's correct.  It is meant as an incentive for you to increase
your availability so that you're not

   shamed by not meeting your sales goal.  We expect you to sell your body
to as many elementary school clients as

   possible."

   Again, the women nodded.

   "In the Friday meetings will we will set weekly sales goals for you,
meaning the number of children that we

   expect you to fuck."

   The mayor looked around for any questions but the women looked back at
her, waiting for more information.

   "All whores no matter their experience level are required to spend
unpaid time online in our chat rooms with

   prospective elementary school clients.  A small percentage of the
seventy percent we make from your pay goes to

   covering the cost of the internet connection.  The more sexy you are in
the chat rooms the better the chance at

   bringing in new clients for the house.  Each booth is set-up with
screens and cameras are placed in strategic

   locations within the booth.  Remember you're selling your body so it is
up to you what you're willing to do for our

   clients on screen."

   "Where will the cameras be?" a young woman asked.

   "There are normally four: one directly in front of you, one above you,
one pointing up between your legs and one

   at the back of the room for long shots.  In addition, there is a minicam
that you can move around according to what

   you want to show.  We also have what we call tube cams: these are small
cameras mounted in the tips of dildos.

   They are surrounded by tiny LED lights and can be used to give a direct
view of fucking your cunt or anus.  At

   present we only have four of these and I would recommend booking them in
advance - they are very popular with many

   of the whores.

   The mayor paused in case there were further questions, but there were
none.  "There are fancy playrooms in the

   front of the building which I will show you later.  These playrooms are
for the women who are our money-makers.

   The rooms get progressively shittier as you move further from the front
of the building.  Since you are new whores

   you will start out in the really shitty rooms.  As you become more
experienced you will move up.  But if you aren't

   booking enough boys and girls during your working hours you will stay in
the back of the building.  This might

   sound unfair, but we find it acts as an excellent incentive.

   The mayor paused again, looking around.  "The next thing in the contract
is the compensation card or as it's

   commonly known as the comp card.  Our receptionist will occasionally
issue the children comp cards in cases where

   it can be shown that a child client did not get true value for money
from the whore that he/she had hired.

   Obviously this is something we cannot allow and in order to make that
point, the management of the whorehouse has

   ordered that the card should be redeemable for time with anybody who
works here, including me.  That is one of the

   benefits of being the receptionist; the power of issuing a comp card to
a child.  As I said all staff here at the

   house including whores can be used for the comp card.  Nobody is immune
from it.  In that way, if one whore offers

   a bad service, it affects everyone."

   There was a few moments silence and then a mother asked, "What do we get
out of it?"

   "The comp card is good for thirty dollars, but the house keeps seventy
percent.  So you make nine dollars.  The

   twenty-one dollars is written off against your monthly depreciation
value and you get nine dollars in cash."

   The Mayor looked around the room.  "In addition, you have to let the
child take as much time as he or she wants

   which will cut into your daily earnings.  You may end up doing things
with the child that are out of your comfort

   zone which is too bad.  You will not be able to refuse: to do so would
be grounds for instant dismissal."

   There was murmuring amongst the women, but the Mayor ignored the
protests.  "There is a paragraph on the last

   page explaining dismissals.  In short, if you are dismissed you will be
obligated to pay the whorehouse what it

   would have earned if you had completed the contract, prorated of course.
We do accept payment plans."

   "How does the house figure the earnings?" asked Sandy.

   "We have a formula that was approved by me as part of my mayoral
duties."

   I looked at Sandy and she shrugged her shoulders.  "Boy everything seems
to be stacked in the houses favor,"

   Sandy observed quietly.

   Overhearing her, the Mayor said, "That's how it should be.  Once you
sign the contract you're property of the

   whorehouse and property doesn't get a say in the rules."

   The women fell silent.  They knew there was nothing they could do but
put up with the whorehouse rules.

   "Now for the marketing details.  I see that you specialty whores have
your bag of goodies with you.  The

   elementary school photography teams are here today to take your
publicity photos.  There are ten photo teams, one

   for each of you.  You will be marketed on our website, the elementary
school website and the weekly school

   newsletter.  There will be times when we will market you on two-for-one
specials and half-off deals."

   A mother raised her hand.  "What is a two for one deal and the half-off
deal?"

   "For the two for one deal the boy or girl will get two of you for the
price of one.  They will be able to mix

   and match different types of whores.  It is one of the kid's favorite
sales events because they can combine their

   fantasies.  For the half-off deal, it is just that but you'll have to
work twice as hard to make the same amount of

   money but it is a popular way for us to drawn in more clients."

   Janie felt Sandy's hand return to her thigh.  "You and me together?"
Sandy whispered.



   "As I was saying, throughout the school year we will have several open
houses of which you will be required to

   attend and mingle with the children.  We will pick your clothes for
these open houses and will set the price with

   the children before hand."

   "I know some of you whores have kids in the elementary school system
here in the valley.  Your children should

   be encouraged to come to these sales events and open houses and bring
their friends.  But be advised, your children

   do not get special privileges with you, they pay the same as every other
child who comes through the door.  If you

   want to give your child a freebie then give them one at home, not here."

   Another mother raised her hand.  "What if we are uncomfortable with the
possibility that our child will pick us

   during these events or at any other time?"

   "Then decide now if you want this job because it will happen.  If you're
uncomfortable with sucking your little

   boy's cock or licking your daughter's anus then this job is not for you.
Besides, as a proper mother you should be

   doing that already."

   The woman blushed and lowered her head.

   "Good, any more questions?" She paused, waiting for any response. 
"Good, please sign at the bottom of page three

   that you acknowledge the conditions of your employment."

   The Mayor waited patiently as the women did a quick read of the small
print and signed the third page.  Once all

   the contracts were collected, she lead the women across the hall to the
photo shoot room.  Inside, the fifth grade

   photography club were waiting for them, ready and organised.  Standing
around the walls of the room, in front of

   small props and decorated backdrops, was an array of ten photographers
with a small team of girls to buff the

   women.

   "You'll have your photos taken in your specialty outfits.  We want the
children to imagine what you look like

   without your clothes, it sparks their imagination.  You will also take
and display your speciality sex toys with

   your photos.  The girls here will touch up your make-up and hair, and
make any other necessary tweaks to your

   appearance."

   As the others opened their bags of toys Janie shuddered with
embarrassment, realising that this was where

   everybody got to see her in her fetish costume.  Blushing, she began to
unpack her toys: her dog collar, leash, a

   butt plug with a black tail attached, a long black ribbed strap-on
dildo, an "O" ring that fitted in her mouth,

   paws for hands and knees and straps to secure her ankles to her thighs.

   When she had finished, she glanced round to see what the other women
had. All of them had something to show they

   were puppy dogs, but many of the women had additional items.  Sandy had
nipple clamps, clit clamps, handcuffs,

   extendable spreader bars and ball gags.  One of the mothers had mouth
bit with leather strap that fitted around

   her head like a horse would have.  She also had butt plug with hair
attached and her bit had a leather "lead" so

   that she could led around like a pony.

   It took a long time for the photo club to get the women to sit naturally
with their toys.  They had to relax and

   be themselves.  Janie had a hard time trying to look natural on her
hands and knees with her puppy outfit on.  It

   wasn't made any easier when the puff girls kept adjusting her tail which
caused her cunt to spasm, and she knew

   that her wetness must be obvious.  Her nipples were rock hard as her
tits swung beneath her.  One of the boys ran

   his finger around the inside of her mouth as she was dripping slobber,
and then tasted her spit, licking his lips

   and smiling at her.  Where she really got jumpy was when one of the puff
girls outlined her labia with red

   lipstick.  The youngster began by drying her off with a towel and then
pulled and stretched her cunt lips as she

   applied the lipstick.  So copious was her cunt juice that the girl had
to make several attempts to apply the

   lipstick, and the humiliation made Janie blush scarlet.  A different
girl walked her around the room while everyone

   watched and a boy with a smartphone snapped pictures of her which were
instantly uploaded to the photography

   office.  Three long hours later when the photo shoot finished and Janie
put on the thong bikini, the Mayor took the

   new hires on a tour of the building.

   "Here is one of the fancy playrooms.  It is rented by Maxine Hill the
channel 5 news anchor.  She is an alpha

   submissive." The room had plush red decor throughout with gold linings.
The carpet was light blue and the bed was

   king size.  On either side of the bed were night stands with pictures of
her and her clients.  It looked just like

   a bedroom in any house except the plush red drapes and bedspread.  In
the middle of the room was a table with a

   pole sticking up through it and there were ropes and pulleys hanging
from the ceiling.

   The women were suitably impressed.  "Maxine is our top money-maker.  She
has a client list of sixty kids, mostly

   fifth and sixth graders but some younger ones too."

   The group worked its way down to the shitty rooms.  Each room had two
single beds divided by a white sheet.

   Next to each bed was an old looking night stand with a lamp on it.  The
floors were tile with bare white washed

   walls.  In the corner was a well used sink with rust stains.

   "You will be assigned rooms back here by the end of the day.  The rooms
are double rented which means that other

   whores will use the room throughout the day at the same time as you.  I
would suggest that you don't decorate the

   room as it is a shared rental.  You and your rental mates are
responsible for keeping the room clean, changing the

   sheets and pillow cases.  We do charge a small fee for cleaning the bed
sheets and such.  You are welcome of course

   to take the sheets home and clean them yourself but please replace the
soiled sheets with clean sheets and pillow

   cases."

   The Mayor looked around.  "Any questions?" The women stood silently
staring, traumatised by the squalid cubicles

   in which they would have to do their whoring.  "Good!  It's lunch time
so let's go to the kitchen.  You can bring

   your lunch with you or you can purchase items from our kitchen for a
small fee."

   After lunch the group went to the chat room booths.  The area was
actually a cubicle farm in a large open room

   where women used headsets to talk to the kids on screens in front of
them.  There were four cameras around the

   cubicle that gave the kids all kinds of angle shots.  As they walked
through the room one woman slyly bared a

   nipple and laughed and another quickly flashed her skirt up and down
giving the kids just the slightest hint of her

   cunt.

   As they walked around, they came across Maxine Hill and the group walked
up to her cubicle.  On the screen, a

   boy was sitting on a chair in the middle of his bedroom and was stroking
his cock.  Maxine leaned forward and

   licked the screen provocatively and as she completed the kiss the boy
fell over in his chair, his cock was spurting

   cum.  Maxine said, "Come and see me and I'll do that for real!"

   The Mayor lead the women on across the room "As you see whores, you can
wear your work clothes here but you must

   remember to put on a thong bikini from the pile over there on the
floor." She pointed across to a jumbled pile of

   thongs and bikini tops by the door.

   "Can't we keep the one we're wearing?" asked a mother.

   "No.  When you get here, you must toss the one you are wearing in the
pile and then pick one out when you're

   done."

   "Eww!  We have to wear a soiled bikini that someone else wore?"

   The Mayor laughed.  "My dear," she said, "it's not much different from
rubbing cunts together, and we all know

   how much fun that is!  Now let's move on to the bathrooms." As they
walked out of the room she saw Sandy smiling

   at her and blushed.

   Like most other things at the whorehouse, the bathrooms were out of the
ordinary.  There was just one on each

   floor, for use by boys, girls and whores.  The bathroom had no door so
anybody could walk in and each of the twelve

   stalls had had their doors removed.  The ten urinals were placed low to
the floor so that the boys could pee and

   each one had a facial picture of a whore.  The women were required to
select one picture from the photographer to

   have loaded into the bathroom software, and the boy could change the
picture by pushing a red button next to the

   urinal so that he could piss on the face of his favourite whore.

   At the end of the tour, the group collected their bags and were shown
into a large room that had shelves piled

   with different sex toys around the walls.  There seemed to be so many
that for a minute or two, Janie and the

   others just stared with their mouths open.

   "This is our training and orientation room." the Mayor began.  "As you
can see it has all the sex toys and

   implements that you'll need as a whore.  Everything here can be rented
by hour.  If your young clients come here

   without their toys or implements you can rent these for them."

   "Wait a minute, we have to pay for the rental and not our clients?"
asked a mother incredulously.

   "Of course," smiled the Mayor.  She looked around then continued.  "If
you look over to the far side of the room

   you can see that we have the new ergonomically correct rape tables.  For
health and safety reasons, the corners and

   sides of the table are rounded and there is more room for the child to
step forward between your thighs."

   "Were many women injured by the old tables?" a woman asked, and the
Mayor choked back her laughter.

   "It is the health and safety of the children we are concerned about, not
the whores: they can be easily

   replaced.  Now if you will all come with me, I'll show you how the new
tables function.  These are proving very

   popular and it is likely that you will end up using them a lot."

   The woman who asked the question stared in disbelief at the Mayor, but
obediently followed the party across to

   one of the tables.

   "The new rape tables have lots of extra features, and to best
demonstrate them I need a volunteer." The mayor

   looked around the women and pointed at Janie.  "You my dear, Janie isn't
it?  Just hop up on the table."

   Janie felt the colour rush into her cheeks as she stepped forward and
clambered up.  As she stretched her legs

   upward, she was suddenly aware of how minimal her thong bikini was.  She
sensed everyone's eyes on her and felt the

   humiliation of exposing herself so willingly, knowing that the moisture
seeping from her cunt would increase to a

   torrent.

   "Now you will notice first of all that the table has two indentations
which are designed to fit the knees.

   Janie, can you kneel down in the indentations so that you are facing
away from us." Janie shuffled round on the

   table and settled in position, realising suddenly that she was facing a
wall and that everyone was behind her.

   "There, see how effectively that positions the woman, giving her
stability and yet placing her knees far enough

   apart to make her cunt and anus easily accessible to her child client."

   Janie felt hands on her hips and looked round to see the Mayor grasping
the band of her thong.  "Do you mind if

   we get rid of this silly thing?" she said and without waiting for a
reply, pulled the thong down and out from under

   Janie's knees.

   The Mayor moved around beside her.  "Next, the manufacturers have added
strapping that helps to secure the whore

   securely on the table.  You can see that there is a strap here that
wraps around the lower back, another that goes

   over the shoulders, and a strap for each of her arms.  All of them
secure neatly under the table and have a quick

   release mechanism if needed.



   She looked around.  "Would you help do up the straps?" she said,
pointing at Sandy, and the two women went

   methodically along the table tightening the straps so that Janie was
locked in position, unable to move.

   "You will notice other innovations to the design of the table," the
Mayor continued.  "Here at the back, the

   tabletop is indented, enabling the youngster to stand closer and more
comfortably when using a strap-on, or in the

   case of a boy, trying to fuck either of her holes.  Another ingenious
idea can be seen at the other end of the

   table, but in order to demonstrate it, Sandy, can I call on you again to
help us?"

   Sandy grinned expectantly.  "I'd be more than happy to," she said.

   "Could you just get a strap-on from over on those shelves and put it on
for us?" The Mayor glanced down at Janie

   and added, "A ten inch one should be enough." She patted Janie's bum. 
"You're doing very well, my dear.  Almost

   finished now." She ran her finger gently across Janie's slit.  "I can
see you are enjoying yourself." The women

   watching chuckled and Janie wished that the ground would open up and
swallow her.

   "Now if you look at the front, there is a sliding plate which can be
pulled out or retracted according to need.

   If the child has no need of the whore's mouth, then it can be left
retracted under the table.  However, if the

   mouth is one of the holes the child wants, then it can be pulled out,
like so." The mayor reached forward and slid

   out a small cup shaped plate, covered with foam.  "Notice how, as I pull
it out, the cup seems to mould on to

   Janie's chin, and as I pull further, its grip tightens and it bends the
neck back until the head is in line with

   the throat."

   Janie felt her head stretched out and back and the uncomfortable feeling
of her muscles being overstretched.

   She gasped and tried to swallow, but the unnatural angle made swallowing
painful.

   "Are you comfortable?" the Mayor asked in an unnecessarily loud voice.

   "Nnnnggghhng!" replied Janie.

   "Good." She felt the Mayor's hand grasp her head.

   "Now that the chin holder is in pace, you can see how firmly the head is
held." She stopped and turned.  "Sandy,

   would you pretend to be a little girl for us and come and stand here,"
she said, pointing to the space in front of

   Janie's head, and one or two of the women chuckled expectantly.

   Janie looked up at the dildo waving above her face and beyond it she
could see Sandy smiling down at her.  A

   sense of foreboding filled her and she tried to speak again, but all she
could do was croak, as saliva drooled out

   of her mouth.

   "The manufacturers have also thought of the problem of height; our
little customers come in all shapes and

   sizes.  As you can see at the moment, Sandy's strap-on is much too high
to allow easy entry into the mouth, and if

   she wanted to fuck, she would have to crouch in an uncomfortable
position." The Mayor's hand went to a button at

   the side of the table and it slowly raised up until Janie's mouth was
level with the tip of the dildo.  "The

   addition of a height adjuster has done away with that problem.  Now you
can see that mouth and dildo are nicely

   lined up.  Sandy, just slide the tip inside Janie's mouth to show how
comfortable that is."

   The instruction caught Janie by surprise and she was too late to respond
as the cold plastic entered her mouth

   and lay on her tongue.  It had a stale, musty taste, as if it had not
been cleaned properly.

   "This adjustment mechanism is installed at both ends of the table so
that every hole is available at whatever

   height, and because of the head plate and the strapping, the whore is
held securely.  One of the things that the

   little ones always complain about is when they are trying to fuck a
whore on a rape table, she won't keep still:

   with the new table, that will not happen." She paused.  "Sandy, would
you pretend to be a horny eleven year old and

   give Janie's mouth a good fucking so that we can see the table in
action?"

   Janie groaned in sudden panic and tried to move, but the table held her
fast.  She tried to push the dildo out

   of her mouth but it was holding down her tongue and she could get no
purchase.  She looked up at Sandy's face and

   saw the lust in her eyes.

   It was gentle at first, the head moving gently just within the confines
of the mouth, but that was only at

   first.  Sandy began to fuck faster, pushing the dildo deeper and harder
and the women watched, absorbed by the

   obscene sounds from Janie's mouth and the look of pain and panic in her
bulging eyes.  As the very base of the

   dildo hammered cruelly against her bruised lips, the scent of cunt
filled the air and one woman slid her hand into

   her drenched thong.

   "Stop!" the Mayor shouted, and at once Sandy stopped, the dildo lodged
to its full extent in Janie's throat.

   "Now I want you to look at the alignment here.  If you look carefully
you can see that swelling in her neck is in

   direct alignment with her mouth, making it so much simpler for a child
to get the most from a mouth fucking

   experience."

   Janie couldn't breathe and her eyes began to bulge.  She wanted to shout
but she had no air and she wanted to

   bang her hands and feet but she couldn't move them.  Her lungs were
bursting and the thick plastic lodged in her

   throat made her want to retch but somehow the position she was in
wouldn't let her.

   "I suppose we had better let her get some air," the Mayor said with a
giggle.  "Pull out, Sandy, and then come

   round to the other end so I can show you the tilt mechanism."

   Sandy withdrew the plastic cock slowly, and Janie gasped desperately for
air, her throat pulsing painfully as

   her lungs tried to refill.  Beneath her, her tits rose and fell as she
sucked in oxygen, and tears squeezed out of

   her eyes.

   "Nghjgggfukngcnt!" she tried to say between lung-filing.

   "Nonsense, my dear," the Mayor said contemptuously.  "You know, you
really are going to have to practice that,

   Janie.  That was nothing in comparison to some pre-teens I've had in my
mouth!" She looked around.  "Now we're just

   going to use you to demonstrate the tilt mechanism and then we'll untie
you and let you get your breath back."

   For Janie, the words didn't really register, something about untying
her. She felt her body begin to relax as

   her breathing stabilised and she tried carefully to swallow some of the
saliva that had gathered in her mouth.

   "The tilt mechanism is designed to give our youngsters the best of both
worlds.  Once the level of the table has

   been set, this final button will set what the manufacturers humorously
call The Angle of Entry.  If the child

   selects cunt, the table will stay level; if she selects anus, the table
will automatically tilt slightly upwards."

   She smiled and looked at Sandy.  "Let's start with cunt, just a few
strokes to show how well it is lined up."

   Sandy stepped into the indented gap at the end of the table and lined up
the head of the dildo with Janie's slit

   and once satisfied, pushed deep inside and thrust in and out a few times
before pulling back.  Janie moaned her

   surprise at the sudden cold intrusion and sucked in painful breaths.  As
Sandy pulled out, the dildo seemed to free

   a reservoir of white viscous cream which slimed down over Janie's thighs
or fell in long clinging strands onto the

   table top.

   The women were quiet now, each caught up in a growing sense of
anticipation.  The Mayor pressed the button again

   and the table tilted, bringing Janie's anus in line with the dripping
dildo.

   "Now the anus," the Mayor said, her voice hinting at arousal.  She
looked at Sandy.  "I really think Janie needs

   a little help understanding what it means to be a whore.  Like a horny
pre-teen?  I'll tell you when to stop."

   Sandy stepped forward and lined the dildo up a second time as Janie,
unknowing, recovered her breath.  She

   seemed to wait and as the tension built, all eyes were fixed on the
glistening dildo tip.  Then she lunged.

   Janie tried to scream but her swollen throat would let her, emitting
instead an animal screech.  Burning pain

   seemed to ignite her anus and the cold harsh plastic scrapped and
bruised the walls of her rectum.  As the rapid

   thrusts continued the sounds coming from her mouth grew more raw and
strangulated, until they became just an

   indecipherable gargle from her aching lungs.

   Around her, the women watched in silence, their eyes held by the
thrusting dildo and the stretched anus: two of

   them fingered themselves quite openly, aroused beyond measure by the
raped asshole, and Sandy fucked, lost in her

   own lust.  It seemed an age before the Mayor spoke, long after Janie,
apart from her rasping breaths, had fallen

   silent.

   "Stop." Mayor Jean looked down at Janie's heaving body.  "Welcome to the
whorehouse," she said quietly.

   Sandy stopped, her body wreathed in sweat, and pulled the dildo slowly
from the gaping asshole: it was covered

   in slime and flecks of shit clung obscenely to the pink plastic.  Beyond
her, Janie moaned plaintively at her

   emptiness.

   "Right!" the Mayor said, her voice suddenly full of energy.  "Now we
have dealt with rape tables, we need to get

   on to sex toys.  If you will all follow me?" She turned to Sandy.  "If
you could sort out Janie please?  I'll give

   you a few minutes to catch us up.  We'll be in the next room down the
corridor." She turned and the party headed

   across the room and through the door.

   Sandy walked round and stood in front of Janie's head, holding the
filthy dildo just inches from her mouth.

   Janie looked at it and then looked up.  She tried to smile but her
swollen lips made it difficult, and tears still

   escaped from her reddened eyes.

   "Do you want to be my bitch, puppy girl?" Sandy asked softly.  "Just
open your mouth to say yes.  I will be

   gentle."

   At first there was no movement but then the bruised lips slowly opened.
Sandy moved forward, sliding the obscene

   plastic into the abused mouth and as the dildo slid slowly back and
forth over her tongue, Janie groaned.

   Afterwards, after Sandy had unfastened all the straps, she helped Janie
sit up and held her for a moment as her

   breathing steadied.

   "How did you know?" Janie asked, her voice no more than a strained
whisper.

   "Know what?" Sandy stroked her damp hair gently.

   "That I wanted you to...."

   "Your cunt told me," Sandy said.  "Remember, in this business it is
always your cunt that betrays you." She

   helped Janie off the table and held her arm as she walked unsteadily
across the room, pausing only to select

   another thong from the fragrant pile by the door.

   *********

   As the door to the resources room opened, they all turned to look. 
Janie had recovered enough to walk on her own

   and she held herself upright, despite the pain in her neck.  In an
unspoken understanding, she smiled shyly at the

   women and they smiled back.

   Mayor Jean waited until they had reached the tables and then continued
as if nothing had happened.  "On the

   table in front of you'll see an assortment of dildos and strap-ons.  It
is important that you are aware that these

   dildos have not been washed or sanitized, so if you use one and you're
sucking it, you will taste the juices of the

   previous whore."

   Janie's gasp, partly strangled by her swollen throat, made everyone look
round at her and she blushed heavily.

   "How come the dildos aren't cleaned after use?" asked a mother.

   "We don't have time and we're not going to hire somebody to do it as it
takes away from our profits." There was

   a hint of anger in the Mayor's voice.  "We have put our little customers
first rather than our own petty problems."

   She glared at the women for a moment, and then turned back to the table.

   "Firstly there is a two-strap harness.  Please pick one up and examine
it.  Some of you might remember these from

   when you were younger, and you might also be wondering why I'm telling
you about them when you will be on the

   receiving end." She paused and grinned at Janie, who in turn blushed. 
"The point is that you need to be in a

   position to help your young client, and that includes putting on
strap-ons."

   "In its most basic form, the two-strap harness is similar to a g-string
or a thong a girl might wear.  One strap

   goes around her waist, like a belt, the other goes between her legs and
connects to the other strap in the middle

   at the lower back.  While these are simple, many tweens find them
uncomfortable because to the strap rubs against

   their anus and other areas, and they sometimes do not hold the dildo
very firmly, causing it to sag, flop, or

   twist.  The manufacturers of the two-strap harness have not improved on
its fuckability."

   She paused in order to let the women examine them, some of them laughing
as memories of their childhood came

   flooding back.  "Three-strap harnesses have one strap around youngster's
waist, but instead of one strap between the

   legs, it has two straps, one around each thigh, rejoining the first
strap near the front.  This design leaves the

   girl's cunt and anus uncovered for the times she wants to feel that
mature tongue."

   Everybody giggled and Janie found herself giggling too, the ache in her
anus easing.  She always did like this

   one when she was pre-teen: it held the dildo tighter and took the push
and pull of fucking a lot better; if she

   fitted it tight enough, she used to be able to grind the base against
her clit.

   The mayor moved over to a clothing rack.  "Strap-on harnesses are built
into various clothing items now, most

   often as a corset or other item of feminine lingerie.  Clothing line
manufacturers like "Sir Denim" have done a lot

   of research into tween clothing lines and clothes that older teenagers
like to wear."

   "These clothes are for fantasy purposes and not for everyday wear?" a
mother asked as she ran her fingers over a

   thick dildo sticking out from a fairy costume.

   "These clothes here are for fantasy purposes.  If the young client needs
to have her imagination sparked a

   little then suggesting that she wear one of these outfits should do the
trick.  But yes, these clothes can also be

   worn as everyday attire or even at school.  The Sir Denim line has an
excellent range of tops and bottoms that fit

   perfectly with the strap-on.  It is even possible to unscrew the dildo
and carry it separately."

   The mayor moved a little further down the table and the whores followed
her.  "Now these strap-ons with the

   dildo attached are designed to be worn underneath the clothing you see
here.  The shorts, skirts and pants are

   designed to secure the dildo unobtrusively and then quick release when
it is needed.  This way the girl can quickly

   initiate intercourse with a woman by mounting her doggie style in a
location that is convenient for the girl."

   The mayor walked over to a large cupboard at the end of the room and
opened the doors to display a large range

   of more unusual devices.  "Strap-on harnesses are not limited to the
crotch area of a girl, indeed many types are

   available for other body parts.  A popular one at the strip clubs is the
thigh harness, which attaches a dildo to

   the girl's thigh, allowing for many unique positions as the woman does
her lap dance for the girl.  Another popular

   design attaches a dildo to the chin of the woman, allowing vaginal
penetration while she licks and sucks on the

   anus of another woman.  A variation on this design is a gag-style
harness, in which a cock gag is inserted into the

   woman's mouth and a dildo protrudes at the other end.  You will find all
of these useful at sometime or another,

   particularly if your young client wants to watch you with another
whore." She paused and giggled.  "Don't be

   surprised if they take you home to fuck their own mothers!"

   The Mayor bent over and pulled an inflatable ball from under the table.
"This one is called a Vac-u-lock dildo.

   This dildo will attach to just about any household object, allowing for
many creative uses.  The dildo could be

   attached to a chair, bed, or any other item of furniture and the woman
can penetrate herself for the amusement of

   the young girls watching her."

   "Now that you have seen the range of toys available, it is just as
important for a whore to think about how to

   use them to satisfy her client." The Mayor walked over to a large touch
screen and tapped it.  A series of explicit

   pictures of women being fucked by young girls with strap-ones appeared.
"Of course, there are infinite ways that

   your client might fuck you, but they can be divided into several broad
categories.  The most popular is called

   pegging which is when a tween uses a strap-on dildo to penetrate the
woman anally, either in doggy style or the

   reverse cowgirl style." She pointed at the appropriate pictures.

   "I thought pegging was when a woman fucks a man in his ass," Sandy said.
Janie looked at her and blushed.

   "That is true, a mature woman fucks a man in his ass, but I suppose you
could say we've hijacked the term to

   mean pre-teen girls and younger fucking a whore in her ass.  In
whorehouse terms, it seems so appropriate, and

   remember, whores' strap-ons are one means for a young girl to enjoy
penetration of the mature woman.  You need to

   encourage her to do this."

   "Another popular method with tweens and teens, and one which all women
find enjoyable, is simultaneous cunt and

   anal penetration.  Tweens can use a double-penetration dildo discussed
previously, or two girls using their

   strapon's can penetrate the woman anally and in her cunt.  The older
teen girls will also use a strap-on for

   penetrative sex while denying the woman the ability to orgasm.  They get
a thrill or a rush watching the woman in

   sexual frustration because she is not allowed to cum."

   "Tweens using a strap-on for any of the purposes I mentioned, often like
to have the woman suck on it after the

   session is over.  It's something to do with role reversal that turns
girls on: it seems all young girls like the

   power of standing over a kneeling adult woman and fucking her mouth. 
Perhaps that is why they so often do it after

   anal sex." Remembering, Janie glanced across at Sandy and saw her
smiling at her.

   After they had finished in the toy room the women were led down the hall
to the cage room.

   "This room has been especially furnished for your puppy girl speciality:
it is where you will be waiting for

   kids to pick you out.  You will be assigned a dog cage and each cage has
a food and water bowl, doggie bedding,

   and area at the back where you can poop and pee without getting the cage
dirty.  We encourage you to hold your poop

   and pee throughout the day until you get here to work.  The kids for
some reason love to see a pile of poop or a

   puddle of pee in puppy girl's dog cage.  I think it adds that note of
authenticity to their fantasy."

   "What do we do while we're waiting here?" asked one of the mothers.

   "Look pretty and cute.  When the kids come by to pick one of you out, be
enthusiastic like a real dog would."

   "How do the kids pay for us?" another asked.

   "The kids pay for the use of a puppy ahead of time, either online or
with cash when they get here.  They then

   come here to pick one of you out.  They will be expecting a lively happy
puppy waiting for them, and that is what

   you have to give them if you want to start earning your money."



   *********

   When they left the meeting, Sandy was in a fuming temper.  All of the
women had been paired with other whores to

   share rooms and she had ended up in what she said was the shittiest room
in the building.  Janie had secretly hoped

   that she would take her home after the meeting, but ended up going home
alone.

   After she had pulled into her driveway, she sat in her car,
contemplating the near future.  She started work,

   started whoring, on Friday, which gave her four days to prepare herself.
She giggled: at least her anus would have

   a chance to recover.  And then she realised how wrong she was.  When
Sandy 'raped' her on that table, it was really

   no more than she might expect from an energetic tween, and she might end
up doing that night after night.  She

   couldn't let her anus relax: she had to familiarise it with being
fucked, stretch it around cruel dildos.  She

   shivered, but she felt the moisture in her cunt.  Sandy was right, it
was her cunt that betrayed her.

   She looked out the driver side window and noticed kids playing down the
street.  They looked about elementary

   school age kids and she wondered idly how many them she would have to
service if they came to the whorehouse and

   once they did, would they find out where she lived?  Now there was a
thought!  How about a side business at home

   with the kids on her block.  It would be a risk because management would
get very upset with her.

   Thursday evening came quicker than expected.  She had been at Sandy's
apartment and Sandy had fucked her asshole

   twice.  The pain was much less now and Janie pretended to herself that
she was doing it solely for practice, but

   the cunt cream on her thighs told a different story.  That evening, back
in her own home, she wondered again if

   she was doing the right thing and read through the cost list again:

   Five dollars for a cock suck for boy's age's five to nine.  Ten dollars
for a cock suck for boy's age's ten and

   eleven.  Eight dollars for sucking a cock and licking the balls and anus
of a boy age five to nine.  Twelve dollars

   for sucking a cock and licking the balls and anus of a boy age ten and
eleven.

   For ten minutes of face slapping, tit slapping, cunt slapping, and ass
cheek slapping, five dollars for boys and

   three dollars for girls.  Being spit on and peed on was eight dollars
for boys and five dollars for girls.  Fifteen

   minutes of face sitting for boys was ten dollars and five dollars for
girls.  Boys ages ten and eleven cunt and ass

   fucking was fifteen dollars for twenty minutes.  For girls using their
strap-on it was ten dollars but if the whore

   provided the strap-on for the girl then it was twelve dollars.

   For the bondage room the rates were twenty dollars for a half-hour and
forty dollars for an hour.  At these

   rates there were no limitations on what the kids could do.  If the child
ran out of ideas then it was up to the

   whore to suggest ideas and positions to the child.  For two for one
nights, the child got two whores who had to

   compete for the child's attention.  Children were encouraged to fill out
simple satisfaction survey after the event

   on which they could indicate their favorite whore.

   Her doubts were answered when she went to bed.  Before she drifted off
to sleep, she fantasised about the

   bondage room: she was tied up with thick ropes, unable to move; a small
boy, perhaps nine years old, was slapping

   her tits with a steel ruler while his older sister fucked her with a
double headed strap-on.  She bucked and rolled

   on her bed as she worked fingers into her cunt and anus and had the best
cum of her life.

   Working with the kids would be so much fun.

   *********


   End of Part 1: Janie's puppy girl adventure continues in Part 2.