Chapter 38.  Cheryl and Denise

Two years after the events previously related, since Stephanie still owned Tom Jenkins, she was still maintaining general oversight of his involuntary sex therapy.  She would visit the psych lab at Masterson Automotive about once a month and Paul Gregory would take her into the lab where Jenkins would be restrained naked on his back with the plethysmograph device attached to his penis.  I accompanied her on some of these visits where I would see the lovely female technician stimulate his visual cortex with all sorts of provocative images and we would all watch the plethysmograph output graph to see which ones affected Jenkins the most.  It was the technician’s job to punish Jenkins with an electric shock to his genitals whenever he showed arousal in response to images of inappropriate sexual activity.  

After two years of these treatments Stephanie was finally beginning to see a change in Jenkins to where he no longer responded positively to images of violent rape.  At the same time he was starting to show erectile response to images of normal sexual activity between loving men and women.   So after two years she signed a form authorizing him to be treated by the sex surrogate and to no longer be in restraints during his therapy.

Six months after that Paul invited her to the lab to witness intercourse between Jenkins and the surrogate, Sherry Wilson.  I accompanied her for this demonstration as well.  She was satisfied with Jenkins arousal and performance with the surrogate and so she informed him that she considered his sexual deviancy issue resolved but that she felt he needed more punishment for his crime against her.  She had originally sentenced him to twenty years slavery but she informed him, in view of his sex cure, she would only require him to serve another five years.  During this time there would be no more contact with the sex surrogate and the only permitted sexual activity would be masturbation.   Did she let Jenkins off too easy?  Who knows?

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I suppose it was inevitable that Stephanie and I would marry.  We had been through so much together.   

The way it finally happened was that I had invited her out for coffee after one of the sessions with Dr. Henderson.  

“You have dedicated your budding career”, I said to her, “to ensuring that those who have lost their freedom are treated humanely.  I admire very much that in you that caused you to choose this work and give up a higher paying career with an accounting firm.  Though there is quite a difference in our ages, we have similar values and share many interests.  We seem temperamentally suited to one another.”

“I feel so much more visible with you”, she replied, “though you are twenty years my senior, than with any of the men I have dated that are closer to my own age.”
 
“Will you share my life Stephanie?” I finally found the courage to ask.  

As I asked this question I produced a diamond engagement ring from its case in my pocket.   I asked for her hand.  Tears of joy were streaming down her face and I could plainly see just how much she had wanted to hear such a proposal from me.   She just nodded through her tears as she was plainly too choked up to speak.

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About two years into our marriage Stephanie got a call from Bud Harris, the manager of the Fantasy Showgirls bar where Cheryl worked as an enslaved pole dancer.  He knew that Cheryl’s daughter Denise had just passed her 13th birthday and he was very interested in exploring the possibility that the children’s legal guardians would agree to an indentured apprenticeship of Denise to Fantasy Showgirls.  This would make it possible, among other things, for him to put on a mother/daughter act.  

Harris had what he hoped was an attractive business proposition to put in front of the godparents.   He wanted to recruit Stephanie to present the proposal in his stead because she would have more credibility than he would have.  Stephanie was convinced his proposal was in the best interest of the children so she agreed to do this.  She decided to take me with her to help close the deal.

Debra and Harry Veeders lived in a very modest home about an hour north of New York City.  We arrived one Tuesday evening at a time that had been agreed upon and rang their bell.  Harry Veeders greeted us and invited us in to their small living room where we also met Mrs. Veeders.

“Debra, these are the people who called, Bill Steelforth and his wife Stephanie.

“Your maiden name was Glenn wasn’t it?”  Debra responded.  “I have heard so much about you in the news.”

“Can I get you folks a drink or coffee?” Harry asked.

“Just coffee will be fine”, Bill responded for both of us.

After about ten minutes of small talk Mrs. Veeders gave us an opening to talk about what we had really come to discuss with them.

“We sure do appreciate the thoughtful arrangements you made for Cheryl to be able to live with her kids at that facility”, Debra said. “They get good day care there when Cheryl is working and we usually have the kids on weekends.” 

“I thought you might be angry with me for having prosecuted and ultimately for having sentenced Cheryl”, Stephanie said.

“We love Cheryl”, Debra responded, “but we know she committed a crime and must pay for it.  At least in your sentence you came up with an arrangement where the kids don’t have to suffer because of what Cheryl did.”

“I thought that was only fair”, Stephanie replied.  “But I wonder, now that Denise is 13, if you have thought much about her future?  She has reached the age where young people either go on to high school, or go to work, or enter an apprenticeship.”

“We have thought about it.  With some financial strain we think we could bear the expense of sending Denise and her younger sister to high school.  But there is no way we could afford to send them to college.  And that concerns us because we know that a high school education just isn’t enough to land a good job these days.”

“Apprenticeships often provide a good alternative when parents or guardians cannot provide a college education”, I offered.

“Do you know of any apprenticeships Denise might qualify for?”  Harry asked.

“As a matter of fact that is what we came to talk about”, Stephanie said.  “We understand that the children have kept up their ballet lessons, is that correct?”

“That’s right”, Debra responded,  “Bud Harris, Cheryl’s employer, has been covering the costs of ballet school for both girls the last two years.  There is a picture of the two girls in their ballet costumes on the mantelpiece.”

I walked over to look at the pictures.  I could see that both girls were pretty – each in her own way.  Denise was tall for her age and thin, with long arms and legs.  Shirley, at age 8, was much shorter and a bit chubbier.

“We bring a proposal from Mr. Harris”, Stephanie explained, “who would like to offer Denise an apprenticeship where she can use her ballet skills dancing at his club and receive training for a career in show bar management.”

“You mean she would have to pole dance?” Harry said.  “I have watched a couple of the shows they put on there and I can tell you they are pretty raunchy.  I am embarrassed that our dear friend Cheryl has to work in that place as part of her punishment.  I won’t have Denise working in a place like that – flashing her crotch at any guy who has the price of a drink!”

“Don’t be so judgmental Harry!”  Debra jumped in.  “Have you forgotten that I was once a dancer in one of those places when we first started dating!”

“Oh but it’s very different now honey!  In your day they kept their g-strings on!  And the dancers didn’t go upstairs and fuck the customers!”

“We had to fraternize with the customers, get groped by the customers and do table dances in my day!”  Debra protested.

“Mr. Harris made it very clear that Denise will not be expected to fraternize, or go upstairs with any customer”, I responded.  “He has one night a week in each of his clubs which is called “Artistic Night”.  On these nights the dancing is erotic in an artistic way, not in a lewd way, so he tends to get a better class of customers on those nights.”

“Why does he want a 13-year old girl to dance in his club?”

“He thinks it would be spectacular”, I interjected, “to have a mother/daughter dance act.  After all, Cheryl has had years of ballet training too.”

“So Denise would be dancing on stage with her mother and both of them would be naked?” Harry asked.

“That’s right”, I replied.

“No way!” Harry exclaimed.  “I would feel like I was prostituting my godchild!”

“Hold on a minute Harry!” Debra said in a loud voice.  “The naked human body is not inherently obscene.  A mother/daughter act could be beautiful or even erotic without being vulgar.  I have something to say about all this too and I, for one, would like to hear the rest of the proposal.

Harry stopped talking, set his jaw and just crossed his arms over his chest. 

“During her initial indenture”, Stephanie continued, “from her present age until she is 16, Denise’s duties would only be to dance on stage and to do table dances on request.  She would receive extensive training in pole dancing and artistic show dancing to supplement the ballet skills she already has.  Customers would not be allowed to touch her at any time.  The bouncers would enforce that.  She would also be attending high school during this time and Mr. Harris will pay for that!”

I saw Harry’s body language soften a bit at the mention of Harris paying for high school.  Obviously that would take a major financial strain off him and his wife.

“We should also point out”, I said, that during this first three-year indenture she would also be posing for nude photographs and have her nude dance performances photographed and video recorded.  But in accordance with the federal child photography law no such photographs or videotapes could be offered for immediate sale or otherwise distributed.  Instead they would be logged and placed in escrow storage until Denise would be 18 years old.  At that time she could decide, as an adult, whether to consent to the sale and distribution of these materials.  If she then consented she would realize quite a nest egg that she could use to pay for a college education!”

“Harry, we have to at least consider it!” Debra exclaimed.  “Think of the advantages it would bring our Denise!”

“Upon reaching age 16”, Stephanie continued, “she would be offered the option to re-indenture for another 5 years.  This second indenture, if she chose to go ahead with it, would be sexual in nature.  First of all she would be entering into a protégé-mentor relationship with Mr. Harris himself.  He would be her sexual teacher.  Until age 18 that would be the only sexual activity required of her.”

“I don’t know about you Harry”, Debra interjected, “but I rather like the idea of our Denise going into a protégé-mentor arrangement.  So many teen girls have their first sexual experiences in the back seat of a car with some fumbling boy their own age making a bad job of it.  Denise will have an expert teacher in Mr. Harris who can make her first experience an absolute delight and transition her from girlhood to womanhood in a most memorable way!”

“You have a point there Debra!” Harry responded.

“Upon reaching age 18”, I remarked, “she would be expected to go upstairs with the occasional VIP customer but she would be off limits to the general run of customers.”  

“I wish that were not part of the deal!” Debra said.

“Let’s be realistic”, Harry responded.  “Most females wind up trading their sexuality for something less than romantic love sooner or later!  Is a wife who married a man she didn’t love because of his promising career any less of a prostitute?  Is the single woman who jumps from one affair to another in a never ending quest to assuage her loneliness any less of a prostitute?”

“That’s different Harry!”

“I really don’t see how”, he replied. 

“From age 18 to the end of her apprenticeship at age 21”, Stephanie continued, “she would be receiving intensive training in show bar management.  During these years she could also be attending college part time – that is if she consented to distribution of her photos and videos.  At age 21 she would be legally free to work anywhere, but it would be Mr. Harris’s intention to offer her a lucrative position with his club as both a dancer and a club manager.  His plan is for her to take over management of the club where her mother works.”

“What about Cheryl?” Debra asked.

“She too will be receiving intensive training in show bar management later on – so that when she completes her slavery in 6 more years she too will very likely be offered a salaried position as manager of one of Mr. Harris’s clubs.”

“What about it Harry?”

“I don’t know”, he responded, “it sounds like it could work out financially for both Cheryl and Denise, and for us, but I still have reservations if I would want Denise working in that kind of a place.”

“Well Harry, why don’t we visit the club on one of these “Artistic Nights” and see for ourselves what the atmosphere is like, how the customers behave and so forth?”

“All right – that makes sense.  Let’s leave it at that Mrs. Steelforth.  Then if we like what we see we will talk directly with Mr. Harris.”

“One other point to consider”, I said. “If you do decide to go ahead with this get a good underwriter to draft the apprenticeship contract of indenture for you.  That will be an important step in securing Denise’s future.  If you need a name of an underwriter I may be able to recommend someone.”

With that we ended our meeting.

About a month after Stephanie and I visited the Veeders, I got a call from Bud Harris, manager of Fantasy Showgirls.  He wanted to let me know that Denise was now apprenticed to him and to thank Stephanie and I for the role we had played in persuading her guardians.  He suggested that I visit the club on Thursday night when Cheryl and Denise would be having their first dance performance together for ‘Artistic Night’.  He wanted me to satisfy myself that this apprenticeship was working out all right for Denise.

I admit I was curious, having seen the photo of Denise in her ballet clothes, to see what it would be like to watch her dance nude.  Stephanie had another commitment Thursday so I went alone.  I took a seat at the bar just as one of the acts was ending, ordered a drink and waited for the mother and daughter act.

“Say, aren’t you Bill Steelforth!” the fellow on the next barstool said to me.

“Why yes, I didn’t know I was so well known”, I replied.

“You have been in the news quite a bit”, he said.  You have a reputation of being one of this city’s most reputable slavers!  But perhaps I should introduce myself.  I am Roger Stinson of Stinson Associates.”  

“Your name is familiar to me”, I said.  “Stephanie had mentioned running into you at that show a couple of years ago put on by the Public Whip Master.”

“I am the court assigned Public Advocate – to protect both Cheryl and Denise.  I made unannounced visits to the club a couple of times during Denise’s training.  Tonight I am here to make sure they don’t prostitute the young girl, and to make sure there is no rough stuff.”

“I am glad to see that an advocate has been assigned for both of them”, I said.  “Did you have to intervene to stop anything during the girl’s training?”

“Well, at first the girl didn’t want to do this job.  She said this whole apprenticeship deal was her godparents’ idea and that she had never agreed to it.  She just put her little foot down and refused to train for the dance routines.  Said she was never going to dance naked on any public stage!”

“What happened then?”

“Bud Harris was beside himself.  He was planning to send her to the Public Whip Master for a bare bottom paddling.  I intervened at that point.  I pointed out to Mr. Harris that there were other, more humane, ways to secure the girl’s obedience.”

“Like what?”  I asked.

“What I proposed was that he induce a hypnotic state, with the help of some chemical persuader if necessary, and plant post-hypnotic suggestions that could be triggered later to bring about her compliance.”

“These techniques would be legitimate in her case since she is under indenture.  Did he follow your advice?”  I asked.

“Yes indeed.  I expect you will see the results tonight!”  he replied.

There was an atmosphere of expectancy in the crowd.  It was early in the evening and there had been only one act so far.  Mostly it was the mother and daughter act that was the big draw tonight.

Just then we heard the voice of the M.C. come over the PA system.

“Let’s give a warm welcome to our mother and daughter team, Sugar and Spice!”

There was very warm applause indeed as the two slender females I knew as Cheryl and her daughter Denise made their way up the steps of the stage.  Each of them wore only white dance shoes and a white terrycloth wraparound that left their arms and shoulders bare and came down only to mid thigh.  Evidently Mr. Harris had been letting them get quite a bit of sun as I couldn’t help but admire the sun bronzed arms and legs of the young woman and her 13 year old daughter.  Cheryl wore a steel collar denoting the fact that she was a penal slave.  Denise wore a leather collar denoting that she had lost her freedom temporarily because of her apprenticeship indenture.  

“Are all the dancers here under some form of bondage?” I asked.

“Not at all”, he replied. “There are, I think, two others besides Cheryl and Denise who are slaves.  The others – about a dozen of them – are all free employees.  They dance here and trick with the customers because they can make a comfortable living, receive good medical care and have their employer pay most of their tip income into a retirement trust fund.   They are also protected from the hazards of street hooking.”

Both dancers acknowledged the warm applause with a low bow and then, on the first beats of the music, promptly removed the wraparounds revealing two completely naked bodies.  I had thought there might be a gradual strip tease but apparently management felt the spirit of art would be better served by a quick unveiling.  

Cheryl’s breasts were firm, well shaped and of moderate size.  Denise was just at the onset of puberty and had the barest suggestion of breasts beginning to show.   Both of them were redheads with Cheryl having a dense jungle of red pubic hair that spread out thinly at the periphery to encompass the tops of her inner thighs.  The thick jungle had been trimmed enough along the central slit so that all the details were visible despite the thick pubic hair.  Her inner labia were prominent and her clitoris could clearly be seen.  It was apparent that she had a ring piercing her clitoral hood, with some sort of tag hanging from the ring.

Denise, at the onset of puberty, was just beginning to show a little red pubic hair at the top of her vulva.  In her case only a straight slit could be seen due to the prominence of the outer labia.  She too had a genital ring though, in her case, it appeared somewhat lower than her mother’s ring.  It was just barely visible peeping out between the outer labia and the viewer might infer that it was piercing the inner labia just below the clitoral hood, though the inner labia were well hidden.  She too had some sort of tag hanging from her ring.  Many men in the audience drew in their breath at the beauty displayed, but there were no catcalls or other impolite noises.

The music of the first dance was from a Broadway musical.  The beat was fast and mother and daughter were moving as only well trained dancers can, and doing so in perfect synchronicity – like a Broadway chorus line.   On the last beat the two of them ended by doing two perfect splits and raised their arms high in a gesture of triumph.  There was very vigorous applause.

The next song was a jazz number with a much slower beat.  Both dancers were doing synchronized twirls on pointe with one leg raised to horizontal.  Each time the two dancers’ raised legs came around toward the audience in unison there was quite a magnificent view of both their crotches.

For the second half of this jazz number mother and daughter went into another ballet like maneuver.  Cheryl held her daughter aloft – much as a male dancer holds a ballerina aloft – while Denise soared like a bird.  Another excited round of applause.

At this point there was a short break during which an area of the stage floor four foot by 8 foot was hydraulically raised until it was 7 feet above the surrounding stage floor.  What the audience then saw was that there was a platform underneath the original stage floor upon which a clear glass bathtub rested.  This bathtub was filled with water and its base was now level with the surrounding stage floor.  Cheryl and Denise looked on with anticipation.

The music of the third song was slow and dreamy.   Cheryl led her daughter to the tub and had the strength to lovingly lift her and placed her body down into the water.  Because the tub was of clear glass and the water contained no suds everything could be seen.  Cheryl took a bar of soap and began to lovingly soap her daughter’s body.  Her obvious pleasure was sensual though not sexual as her fingers trailed with delicate touch the arms, legs and buttocks of young Denise.  The pleasure Denise was experiencing was also apparent to the audience and was, like her mother’s pleasure, sensual in nature.  After a while Denise stood and her mother assisted her in stepping out of the tub.  Cheryl then delicately toweled off her daughter’s body.  On the last few beats of the music the two then locked themselves to each other in a naked embrace to thunderous applause.

During the break that followed the bathtub was hydraulically lowered back down below the stage, restoring the original stage appearance.

“Couldn’t an act like that be a violation of Capitallia’s law against parent-child sex?” I asked.

“No – because while the act is sensual it is not explicitly sexual.  Also no because when Cheryl was enslaved she lost her standing as a custodial parent.  The parental roles are now assumed by the Veeders.  It would be illegal for either of the Veeders to have any sexual contact with Denise”, Roger replied.

For the fourth and final song both dancers climbed their respective poles.  The music was energetic and the dancing was sinuous and erotic and included such acrobatic moves as climbing the pole with body upside down, using the arms for upward propulsion and clamping the knees against the pole to maintain position between upward thrusts.  These maneuvers beautifully delineated the musculatures of the two dancers, while exposing their vulvas to the overhead spotlights and an appreciative audience.  

While these maneuvers beautifully displayed female anatomy, I noted that there was none of the vulgar thrusting motions suggestive of fucking that I had seen earlier when Cheryl danced by herself.  So ‘Artistic Night’ really was different than other nights at this club.  There was vigorous applause at the end of this dance and both dancers bowed to acknowledge it.  After this the two dancers put on their wrap arounds and were assisted in climbing down from the stage.   We then heard the voice of the m.c. over the public address system.

“If you enjoyed the artistic dancing you just saw on stage, remember that you can have more of it at your tables.  Both Sugar and her daughter Spice are available for table dances!”

Here again I had noted that the performance on ‘Artistic Night’ was different than on regular nights.  Neither dancer had gone around the edge of the stage collecting five-dollar tips for putting on a lewd display for individual customers.  The table dances they would do for ten dollars a song would be conducted with considerably more decorum and not involve lewd thrusting motions nor permit customers any physical contact.

“Do dancers in this club get to keep all these ten dollar tips for the table dances?”  I asked.

“Yes”, he replied.  “Mr. Harris wants them to be highly motivated to please customers. He wants them to really hustle to entice as many patrons as possible to pay for them to dance and display their bodies in artistic poses.   But they receive their tip income in ways that insure they not become too financially independent.  Mr. Harris doesn’t want any of his dancers to feel so financially secure that she can afford to quit her job or even afford to take off days when she doesn’t feel like working.”

“So how does it work?”

“Each dancer can have all her tip income put into an escrow retirement account managed by a third party trustee.  Or she can specify that she wants part or all of it to go to buy credits in a house account.  These credits can then be used to purchase creature comforts like special foods, a massage, a trip to the beach on her day off, and so forth.”

I saw a portly man in one of the side booths snap his fingers and signal to young Denise.  She picked up one of the available dance pedestals and carried it over to the man’s table.  After some brief negotiation she climbed up on her pedestal, removed her terrycloth robe and began to dance for this customer.  The real purpose of the pedestal was to raise her up so that her genitals and buttocks would be slightly above eye level for the customer and her legs would also be highly visible.  I stayed to watch her do this dance that included a lot of sensuous movements and many postures designed to display the girl’s body to her customer.   In one of the breaks between dances the customer began to converse with young Denise.

“Did it hurt when they put that ring through your inner labia?” he wanted to know.

“Not at first sir”, she replied.  They had me pretty well numbed up during the actual piercing, but it was sore down there for at least a week afterward.”

“I see that there is some sort of tag hanging from your ring with words written on it”, he continued.

“Yes sir”, she replied.  “Would you like me to tell you what the tag says or would you prefer to read the tag yourself?”

“I would like to read it myself!” he replied.

“You may sir – as long as you don’t touch me down there!  I will hold the tag so that it is readable, but I must ask you to keep your hands at your sides as you look at the tag!”

“It says ‘Apprenticed to Fantasy Showgirls’ and a date”, he announced in a loud enough voice that patrons at several nearby tables could hear him.

He seemed to be getting excited by her dance performance and by this opportunity to examine her intimately.  At the end of her last dance for him she donned her robe and he gestured for her to sit and talk with him for a while.  She politely declined and answered a summons from another customer wanting a table dance.

“Her apprenticeship indenture specifies” Roger explained to me, “that she is neither required nor permitted to fraternize with the customers.  That is to protect her from sexually aggressive behavior by intoxicated patrons.  And of course she does not go upstairs with customers.”

I had seen what I had come to see and enjoyed the show.  I thanked Roger for all his helpful commentary and went home for the night.

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