Though this story is not one of Joe's, he did wrote a sequel to it: 
"Letter to Carol Breckwith."  





                         CAROL BRECKWITH 
                   INTERVIEWS STRIP CLUB OWNER

                               by

                           dougplayful


Carol Breckwith was a dish: brunette, 5'7", twenty-eight years old, 
breasts rather larger than average, legs and ass kept firm by 
regular exercise -- especially hiking, bicycling, swimming, and 
tennis.

Besides her first-class body, she also had a first-class brain.  
She got her bachelor's degree at 20 and her PhD (in chemistry) 
at 23.  She's has been a professor of analytic chemistry for the 
last five years.  She's not over-specialized, either.  She loves 
talking with all kinds of people on all kinds of topics.  She's 
patient and tolerant, even with people of strong opinions.  She 
does, however, fancy herself as a Progressive....

And maybe she is.

In the last year Carol has gotten very interested in writing, as a 
more open and creative field than chemistry.  She took the McKee 
screenwriting seminar.  She joined a monthly writing club, and 
then, when it proved not really to her liking, formed her own club. 
And she joined a community paper as a writer.  Even though it pays 
very little, she likes it because the editor encourages her to do 
her absolute best work: Can you make it longer?  More emphatic?  
With more examples?
 
And she gets to see her work (especially her opinions) in print.

The editor is a rancher, who publishes the weekly paper as much for 
a hobby as a business.  He's not afraid of taking chances or of 
offending advertisers.  His big coup was breaking the scandal over 
health insurance for city employees a full three weeks before the 
big daily paper picked it up.  He did it by talking with plain folk
and publishing their stories.  Even after the big paper stepped in,
he continued to push it along with longer, quality pieces for a
number of weeks.

Carol now thinks she's onto a story that's going to be even bigger. 
From several separate reports, apparantly -— shockingly! -— the 
county correctional facility for women has started including the 
Longhorn Bar and Grill in its optional work release program.  And 
the Longhorn is one of the largest and most notorious topless clubs 
in the area.

		******************************                       

Carol first interviewed the warden.

Q: Warden, I'm going to get right to the main criticism.  There 
are reports that the women have been offered extra inducements, 
incentives, almost bribes, to work at the topless club....

A: That is not true.  It's just like any optional work assignment.
The woman gets to keep 50% of the money earned.  Once her personal
account tops out at $200, the rest goes into her education fund.
They don't even get extra time off.  They get Friday off during the 
day, but then they work Friday night, so that kind of evens out.  
They get to rest and not do chores on Saturday, but then they do 
make-up chores on Sunday, so that part also evens out.

Q: The fact is that the women do not have ordinary male 
companionship....  I mean the title of the prison movie 
"Caged Heat" is probably more true than we would like to 
admit.  It seems like the really progressive policy would 
be to allow conjugal visits with their husbands or boyfriends.

A: [Warden laughs] And perhaps also with the guys they meet as 
pen pals; you'd be surprised at the number of guys who write to 
our women.  Look, it's just not on the political radar.  I've 
even mentioned conjugal visits several times when testifying in 
Austin, but more as a wish-list item.  It's not going to come to 
pass.  We have to deal with current reality.  If some of my ladies 
want to work at the Longhorn, I don't know why I should stand in 
their way.

		*****************************

Carol next interviewed the club owner.

9:00 pm, Friday night, at the Longhorn Bar & Grill.  He says that 
he can give her an hour before things get really busy.  She's also 
hoping to win his trust and interview some of the girls.  The more 
background, the more time and effort, the better her article.  
That's the formula for out-doing the big city papers.

Club owner Roger Putnam, 45, was flawlessly dressed in an Armani 
suit and greeted Carol graciously.  He gave her a tour of his club. 
He was proud of the elaborate (and expensive) stage and of the 
fully-appointed kitchen.  But he seemed even prouder of his HR 
skills -- including his record of treating the women on the prison 
work release program the same as any of his other employees.

He pointed out that his main market was adult entertainment, and 
his customers -- often married men -- tended to feel little guilt 
over their participation.  With the recent decriminalization of 
prostitution, he could have gone in that direction.  He choose not 
to.

They sat down in a side room not currently being used.


Q: First off, how are the women paid?

A: They keep 50% of their earnings, up to $70.  So, if a girl does 
one table dance for $20, we get ten, and she gets ten.  And so on.  
If she does seven for $140, it's 70/70.  Anything she earns above 
that is all hers to keep.  So, if a woman earns $500, which does 
happen -- not all the time, but it does happen -- we get $70, and 
she keeps $430.  I want my dancers to make money and be happy.

Q: The women who are prisoners -- and you must acknowledge that 
this is highly unusual....

A: Yes, it is.

Q: Do they make the same money?

A: Yes, they do.  Now, as I understand it, the state gets half, but 
that's out of my hands.

[Carol heard polite applause from the next room through a curtain.  
She looked at Roger.  "Sonia is doing a small group performance," 
he explained.]

Q: Is Sonia a prisoner or a regular employee?

A: She certainly isn't a prisoner here.  I'd prefer to call the 
ladies "work release employees."  Yes, Sonia is a work release 
employee.  This is her third time working at the club.

Q: You seem to know a lot.

A: Ms. Breckwith, this is my business.  I try to learn as much as 
I can.

[Carol thought she heard the announcement, "Sonia will now do a 
short table dance for each gentleman."]

Q: What exactly is a small group performance?

A: Pretty much what the name implies.  The lady will dance for a 
group of about ten men....  Nude.

Q: Nude!  I thought this was just a topless club.

A: Yes, the main floor is topless.  We are predominately a topless 
club.  Small group performances, however, are nude.  The woman 
knows that, and she can quit at any time.

Q: How much will Sonia get paid?

A: $80 for the performance, plus $20 for each favor she chooses to 
do.  [Carol gave a questioning look.]  The gentlemen write requests 
on a piece of paper, and the dancer can choose either to do them or 
not.

[Carol felt a little bit off stride and decided to get back to the 
main line of questioning.]

Q: Okay, this is supposed to be a job that builds for the future, 
that a woman can be proud of.  Let me ask you this, what's the most 
telling criticism that a feminist has ever made?

A: Wow!  That is an excellent, excellent question.  I'm going to 
have to think about that.  Wow.  [Roger sat looking at Carol.]
I guess that they view it as the bad old days in a slightly more 
civilized guise, that women aren't treated with respect, aren't 
respected for their brains.

Q: And how might you respond to that?

A: That women like sex, too.  That sex is part of life.  That women 
feel powerful here, in control.  Sometimes a woman can develop 
skills of presentation, of confidence, that can carry over into 
many life areas.

[Polite applause through the curtain.  Was Sonia done with the 
table dances?  Carol thought she heard "table" and "reveal her 
clit."]

Q: Is Sonia in control?

A: [He shrugs.]  Maybe.  Of course, some women really don't WANT to 
be in control.  They want to let themselves go, sexually, in a safe 
environment.  It can be an incredible turn-on.  In the dressing 
area, we have private shower booths where I've heard the women 
sometimes masturbate.

Q: Will Sonia feel good about herself after her performance?

A: There's no reason for her not to.  She is, after all, being 
recognized and respected for the sexual being that she is.

Q: But not the intellectual being she is?

A: I suppose not.  Ms. Breckwith, you ask very good questions.  We 
can't meet every human need all at once.  I suppose we could run it 
kind of like a beauty pageant, have the women demonstrate their 
poise, display their talents, and THEN take off their clothes.  Do 
you know that we're the only club in the state that also does 
traditional striptease, with evening gowns and long gloves.  And 
some women dress like...say...farmer's daughters and do very artful 
stripteases.  [Pause]  But I don't suppose that impresses you.

Q: Perhaps.

A: Just like I've always done, I give my employees space to 
exercise their creativity, and, as a result, I'm rewarded.  
Sexuality is a human need.  We are light-years ahead of other 
clubs.  Some of them are now starting to catch up, but we have 
led the way.  For years, they wondered why the best dancers 
always wanted to come work with us.  I suppose you are still 
not convinced.

[Carol was pretty sure she heard "her own nipples" through the 
curtain.]

Q: But why the prisoners -- the work release employees?

A: Because it was an opportunity.  Those woman are more serious, 
more dedicated, and frankly, yes, they are hot.  Sonia, for 
example, has been away from her husband for several months now 
-- I don't know exactly how many -- but she has passion.  She gives 
a table dance and a half.  And she volunteered to do small group 
performances.  The money is merely an excuse.  She wants the sexual 
experience.  I'm sure she will masturbate copiously later tonight.  
And I do not hold that against her one bit.  Even at the age of 49, 
I myself still masturbate.

Q: And I masturbate, too.  Mr. Putnam, you are a very charming man. 
You may think of me as a sex-positive feminist -- that is, if you 
insist on putting me in a box, which I hope you won't.  The main 
thing is that I want there to be more good jobs for everyone.  If 
they freely choose this, if women do this as a lark, or for a 
couple of years because they really enjoy it, I don't have a 
problem with that.

["Hands and knees...now, if you don't mind, lower your shoulders 
and arch your back....  Now for the gentleman's request....  Wink 
your asshole, Sonia, wink it...."]

Q: [Carol's mouth dropped open.] Mr. Putnam!  That's too much, 
that's just too much!  I can't believe they would ask her to do
that.  Does she have a choice?  Does she really have a choice?

A: Yes, she does.

Q: Won't she be penalized if she doesn't do it?

A: No, she won't.  In fact, she'll even be invited to do small 
group performance again.

Q: But isn't there pressure, doesn't she feel pressure?  Afterall,
she lives in an environment where she's constantly told what to do.

A: Perhaps gentle pressure.

Q: Won't she feel guilty afterward?

A: Or she might feel powerful, confident, alive.  That men would 
specifically request and pay to see even that part of her body -- 
and that they would treat her with full respect afterwards.  I 
insist that my employees be called "dancers."  And more that one 
customer has been escorted out for using too much profanity.

Q: But a prisoner, who's constantly told what to do, what time to
wake up, when to eat, when to go to the bathroom....  I mean, she 
is told what to do morning, noon, and night, so how can we possibly 
expect her to feel free?  And now she is told to show her clitoris 
and to wink her...well....  It's too much.  Things have gotten too 
carried away.  I cannot believe there is no sexual impropriety.  
The men must be extremely horny, and she is conflicted, conflicted 
in a hundred different ways, but horny too.  Oh, god, she must 
really be h-horny....

A: Ms. Breckwith, let me assure you that there is no prostitution 
at this club.

		******************************

Carol was very agitated when she left the club.  That night, she 
slept fitfully.  She badly wanted to masturbate, but thought she 
should resist in the present circumstances.  She wasn't at all 
sure what she was fantasizing was quite ethical.

Late the following morning, she went back to the correctional 
facility and asked the warden if she could review the ladies' 
files for information on their background and their offenses.  
He said that any personal information could be used only with 
permission of the women.  She could examine the files for "deep 
background" if she took no paper or writing utensil into the file 
room.  

And so she found herself leafing through 345 files to find a 
"Sonia."  At #213, she found her: Sonia Mosier, age 34, 5'4", 
photo showing an attractive, blonde, well-dressed woman, formerly 
an account representative for Xerox, mother of two children (12 
and 14), vice-president of the junior high PTA.  Goddamn, it was 
too good to be true, but there it was....  Eight-month sentence 
for shoplifting.  So we're an adrenaline booster?  Previous work 
release was at a bakery, but now working at the Longhorn Bar and 
Grill.  (Is she ever!)

She skimmed through another fifty some records, just so it 
would look good, and then left, again agitated, again with 
all kinds of thoughts swimming through her head.

She drove home, took an afternoon walk, drove to her favorite 
bookstore and browsed, but she couldn't really keep her mind on 
what she was trying to read.  In the evening, she went to her 
once-a-month games party.  These were fellow professors and 
intellectual groupies who played all kinds of brainy games: 
Password, Taboo, Trivial Pursuit, and Carol's particular favorite: 
the Dictionary Game, where you made up definitions to obscure words 
and got points for either guessing the right definition or for 
convincing others to buy into your bogus definition.  But she 
seemed somewhat distracted, and she wasn't as sharp as she normally 
was, though she did trounce Prof. Jonas, as usual.

Back home, Carol tried to sleep, but she could resist her urge no 
longer.  She got out her lubricant; if she was going to do it, she 
was going to do it right.  Lying back in bed, she took her panties 
off and spread her legs.  She knew the way men looked at her at the 
university, the way they sometimes tried to sneak glances at her 
breasts.  More than one faculty member had asked her out -- some 
old enough to be her father -- and, last year, a grad student had 
made a pass at her during the field trip to Houston.  She'd always 
refused, but what if...?  She stroked her pussy lips as she thought 
about the boy.  It would have been within university guidelines, 
since he was not her student....  Then, it had been more than four 
months since she'd had a good fucking...15 or 16 now.  She strummed 
her clit as she thought about what she might have had -- and what 
she might have in the coming weeks.

And she thought about 34-year-old Sonia Mosier, never dreaming that 
she would end up dancing topless when she was given her eight-month 
sentence, never dreaming that she would end up dancing nude.  A 
good, proper married woman, and a professional woman, too, showing 
her tits, her ass, her pussy...winking her asshole.  What if one of 
her professional clients had come to the club?  What if he came to 
a small group performance?  He'd see Sonia dance nude and show off 
all her charms, see her spread her pussy lips and show her clit, 
see her winking....  Oh, god!

She continued rubbing her labia and clit with her left hand and 
reached up with her right and began to play with her breasts...her 
tits...rhythmically squeezing the nipples.  During the mini-table
dances, the men most likely would have felt up Sonia's tits.

Would Sonia want sex afterwards?  How could she not?  Regardless of 
her marital status, how could she not ask for some hard cock...beg 
to be fucked.  Putnam had said that there was no prostitution at 
the club.  But what if the woman asked for sex of her own free 
choice?  What if she positively begged for it?  What if she was 
merely paid to dance and display herself, and then had sex for 
free?  So the woman didn't sell her pussy, she gave it away!

She wondered if Sonia sometimes fooled around during her marriage.  
Some women did and some didn't, and you just never knew.  Sometimes 
the most seemingly outgoing and flirtatious woman didn't, and the 
apparently prim and proper woman did.  She wished Sonia's file had 
included the date of her marriage, but, since her oldest child was 
14, given her social status, she must have been married for maybe 
fifteen years.  What if, during that entire time, Sonia had never 
accepted a cock other than her husband's?  And now, to be so sorely 
tempted....

To be already doing small group performances just three months into 
her sentence, with five months still to go, Sonia definitely had a 
sexual side that she could now feel free to explore.  Most likely 
she would put out for the club owner, Putnam, before long.  And the 
warden, too, would probably also fuck her before it was all over.

Carol's clit now felt very large and very hard, throbbingly hard.  
It wouldn't be long now.

She wondered if Sonia sometimes got into anal eroticism, if she
sometimes took it up the ass.

She drew her knees up and moved her right hand down to her asshole. 
With her first two fingers, she began to rhythmically press on that 
puckered hole.  

Carol considered the sequence of the small group performance.  A 
complete striptease in front of ten men, including lowering your 
G-string, stepping out of it, showing bush (if you still had one) 
and pussy lips.  Then a mini-table dance for each man, close-ups of 
your tits, nipples, ass, pussy.  Some of the men would notice that 
she was wet.  Would some of them cup your pussy?  Then, get up on 
the table, lie on your back, spread your legs wide, spread your 
pussy lips, and show all ten men your clitoris.  Then, turn over 
onto your hands and knees, lower your head down to the table, arch 
your back, and spread your knees -— and then, for the 34-year-old 
account rep and soccer mom would hear the command, "Wink your 
asshole, Sonia.  Wink it."

Carol trembled and fucked her hips upward as if she were meeting a 
cock.  She began cumming and cumming and cumming.....

She slept off and on that night, alternating dosing and 
masturbation, with all kinds of lurid fantasies dancing 
through her head.  She orgasmed three more times.

		******************************

The Spring Semester ground on.  Carol had no classes scheduled 
that summer and had originally planned a nice, long vacation 
in Italy.  (You can do that kind of thing when you're not 
married and have a substantial income.)  But, as the weeks 
passed, she found herself considering an entirely different 
sort of vacation.  At last, she made up her mind and wrote a 
letter.

		******************************

	Dear Warden,

	Your Work Release program impresses me as a most 
	progressive innovation, which I'd like to study 
	in depth.

	Years ago, I learned that the best way to get full, 
	accurate information is by participant-observation.

	Therefore, I hereby ask to be admitted to your facility 
	on administrative detention, beginning on or just after 
	June 5, for a period of at least eight weeks, but no 
	more than twelve weeks.

	Yours sincerely,

	Carol Breckwith

		******************************

This ends the introductory chapter.  I can say that because I am 
Carol's editor on the community paper.  I am honored that she was 
comfortable enough to confide all this to me, orally, one evening.  
I put her recollections and her interview notes into the above 
narrative.  As her adventure continues, she might write future 
pieces, or send me letters, or journals, or even tape recordings.  

Having come this far, I am myself somewhat reluctant to proceed 
farther.  I feel I may be losing objectivity....  So I think it 
would be better if someone else wrote future installments.

As always, I am looking for good staff writers.  In this case, I 
can offer you wide editorial freedom.  You will be able to write 
your story as you think best.  Is anyone interested in the job? 

  

Edited by C. Lakewood
