Chapter 14

SCHOOL PLAY - FOR PAY

When a well-known junior college in California recently received widespread publicity for the extortion, knifings, dope addiction, and other crimes that were taking place on the school property, police also discovered a ring of teen-prostitution that was student-operated, student-patronized, and almost completely school-oriented. Hardened police officials were overwhelmed. It seemed impossible that sex solicitations could have been made during classes without it coming to the attention of school administrators. But it had happened. The sex ring had flourished. There was an abundant supply of both available girls and boy customers.

The case histories which follow are about the girls and their customers in a school that is not very much different from the ones attended by our own sons and daughters.

CASE HISTORY

New students to the school wondered about the popularity of Vi R. She seemed not to be the type of girl the boys were anxious to date. A fair student, and of only plain looks, not even a leader of student activities, it seemed peculiar that she should attract so many boys, even the captain of the football team. But the boys thronged around her between classes, held hands with her as they walked her through the corridors and acted generally as if Vi were a beauty queen with a high I.Q.

Newcomers to the school decided that it might be her figure, for Vi was big-busted, with a narrow waist, jutting buttocks, and long, smooth legs, all of which were usually revealingly displayed in too-tight clothing. Yes, it had to be that, the newcomers decided, that and perhaps the fact that Vi had a reputation for looseness.

Vi was loose, all right. And she was so brazen about it that she successfully concealed the real extent of her operation as a free-lance campus prostitute.

She followed a procedure. When a boy asked her for a date, she would smile, then say, "It's going to cost you."

Some boys knew exactly what she meant. Others thought it just meant that she had expensive tastes. What she really meant was that she was a whore, that she only dated if she was paid, and that the date would always include sexual intercourse, or, for a higher price, fellatio.

After investigation by the police, several of her former customers reconstructed her method of operation.

A new boy named Hal, who was somewhat of a sexual adventurer himself, asked Vi for a date.

"Sure," she said. "But it's going to cost you."

"That's okay," he answered. "I'll blow my whole allowance on you. Where do you want to go?"

"Anyplace you say will be just fine," she said, narrowing her eyes, raising one hand to touch lightly at his shoulder muscle. "We'll have a ball!"

Hal gulped, then kissed, "Promises, promises, promises - always promises."

"Okay, ask some of your friends if you don't believe me," she said indifferently.

"I don't have to," he said. "I want a date."

"So do I. It'll cost you five bucks."

"You mean pay you?"

"Right, lover boy."

"Wow!"

"In advance."

"Oh, sure. When?"

"Now, if you've got it. If not, when you pick me up will be all right."

"I'm flat now," he said, embarrassed. "But I'll have the bread Friday night. Okay?"

"Yeah, okay," she answered.

He picked her up in his father's car at the scheduled time. As soon as she got into the car, she mentioned money.

He fished in his pocket and handed her a five-dollar bill which she promptly put inside her purse.

"Okay, where will it be - what do you want to do - a show, a hamburger, you name it."

"I already told you anyplace you say will be just fine," she said.

"The park?" he questioned.

"Sure. Why beat around the bush? You paid for a fuck, so, let's get cuttin'."

Gulping, he said, "Maybe we should go to a show first."

"Look," Vi replied. "I didn't want to tell you this cause it kinda takes the edge off, but I've got another date later tonight - after you. So - let's make it, eh? Like, let's fuck."

Vi drove to the well-known lovers' lane area of the park.

As soon as he turned off the lights and settled back into the seat, she went into action. She unbuttoned her blouse, exposed her breasts, then took his hands and placed them on her naked flesh. After he had kneaded them a bit, she cuddled close and lifted her mouth to receive his kiss. Her tongue was hot and practiced. It twirled and swirled around his, then withdrew so that she could grab his fully with her lips, enabling her to draw upon it. Soon, obviously feeling that she had stimulated him enough, she reached to his lap, delicately lifted his zipper tab between thumb and forefinger and drew it downward. Then she reached in and took out his good-sized penis.

For a few moments, she merely held him. Then when his fingers tightened on her breasts again, she gently manipulated him, being careful not to over stimulate him at this point of their encounter.

Soon he wheezed a long sigh of desire and lurched to move atop her body.

She lifted her skirt and guided him to the cradle of her bare thighs. Then she paused and released him.

"How does it feel so far?" she asked.

"Oh, great, just great.''

"I'll take everything off for another fiver," she said.

"No. I haven't got it, besides, somebody might come."

"Somebody's going to come, and you better believe it," she laughed.

Hal lurched his youthful hips forward a bit, probing at her cunt.

"Hold it," she said coldly. "There's a little something we have to take care of at this point of this nasty little game."

Without dislodging him from his position of readiness, Vi reached to her purse and from it extracted a package of contraceptives. She freed one from the paper and brought it between her body and his. Then she paused.

"Do I have to use that damn thing?" he sulked. "It takes away half the fun."

"Of course not - I'll take a chance, for another fiver."

"Shit!"

"Tough!"

"I'll give it to you in school on Monday," he pleaded.

"Well, okay, then," Vi said.

She regrasped him as she lowered backward on the seat, thrusting her legs upward and bracing her feet between floorboard and back seat while she jammed her head out of sight beneath the arm-rest.

His hips quivered desperately. But she offered confidence with her experienced fingers as she guided him into her. Then she placed him and released him.

"There. How's that?"

"Out of sight!"

"Then, go, go. Go, go, go."

She arched her body upward to meet his downward stab. Hal rode her like a rodeo cowboy, whipping his body madly, rising, falling, churning and turning, helping the heady call of his venture, thrusting hard and grinding, pausing, then withdrawing and jamming close again.

And all the time Vi encouraged him with obscene words that told of his proficiency, his masterfulness, his strong, hard, very exciting masculinity. It was all a lie. She didn't feel a thing. But she had learned that this stimulated and encouraged and hurried her young customers to their end so that she could be free for the next customer and the next five-dollar bill.

CASE HISTORY

Jane G., a friend of Vi of the previous case history, was careless about the setting she chose as her place of prostitution. According to her testimony to police, she had engaged boys in sexual acts for money backstage of the high school auditorium; in the audio-visual room which was crammed full with equipment; in the lunchroom, behind the counter; and under the bleachers of the football stadium. She didn't need much room for her sexual encounters. Afraid of pregnancy, she sold only her expertness at fellatio.

"This chick was the wildest thing I've ever seen," a poor school senior revealed to police. "She'd fuck a guy any place, just so long as he had the dough. Ten bucks on the line - no credit given."

A seventeen-year-old senior who also gave testimony to the police, told of his first adventure with the dynamic Jane.

As they had arranged earlier in the day, the boy, Joe, met Jane where she was waiting for him on the football field. It was deserted at this hour of the day, most of the students having already finished with their classes.

Joe was a romanticist. He put his arm around Jane, thrilling at the touch of his hand upon her slim waist, and led her to the bleachers where they sat down. He raised his hand a bit and slowly kneaded one large breast. She rested her own hand on his thigh in order to add to the excitement of their meeting.

They kissed, slowly at first, then more fervently as they twirled together, picked and pecked at each other, spun, withdrew, reentered, rested, then clashed again. During their long kiss, his hand sneaked inside her sweater and fondled her flesh and played with the sharp, hot nipple which reached out for his touch. And her hand moved to his lap where it rested lightly but meaningfully on his bulging crotch.

Jane was so fervent that one would little suspect that she was preparing her subject for a final act for which he must pay.

Finally, when he had been inflamed by her touch and her mouth, Joe pulled back and said, "Come on, let's go under the bleachers - it's party-time. Okay?"

She looked pensive before saying, "All right, but just for a little while."

They stretched upon the grass beneath the bleachers and locked their arms around each other. They kissed. They touched. Jane even allowed him to raise her sweater, wrestle down her bra and expose both her breasts to receive his hungry mouthing. And she added zest to this excitement by unzipping his trousers and exposing him so that her fingers could play with his penis.

Soon Joe, urgent now, had forced her skirt above her hips and was forcing her to her back, fighting to move between her thighs which she had firmly clamped together.

"No, I can't, I already told you I wouldn't do that," she exclaimed, pushing against his hard, young shoulders.

"You gotta," he groaned.

"I said I wanted ten dollars, and I mean it. I like you and all that, but I really need the money."

Without giving up the advantage he had gained atop her, Joe reached to his hip pocket and extracted his wallet. He placed it in her hand.

"There's a ten in there, now come on," he urged.

Her tightly clamped legs did not part.

"Come on, goddamn it," he said, raising his voice.

"I can't," she. said sweetly. "Honest, right now -at this time of month -well, I just can't, you know what I mean."

"Oh, yeah, I know what you mean, but what the hell, you can't leave me like this, with hot rocks!"

She grasped him and squeezed hard. "I don't intend to." She moved her hand, manipulating him in a circle.

"Cut that," he suddenly exploded. "Shit - I can do that myself!"

"Don't be an asshole!" she said, smiling brightly. "Come on, let me sit up."

Reluctantly, he withdrew from on top of her body. He watched as she took the ten-dollar bill out of his wallet, then handed the wallet back to him.

Then she looked at him and asked, "Ready?"

"Hell, yes -"

She smiled, then stretched on the ground in a position lying on her side with her head in his lap. An innocent position, it would seem, one that was a frequent sight around the campuses of colleges and schools in any large city; one that spoke of budding young love, the sweetness and romance of it all.

But it was business that Jane was about. The business of performing fellatio upon a boy for a price, while in a setting only two hundred yards from the main highway.

Jane first touched lightly at Joe's penis again. For a few seconds she merely held him as he groaned softly and reclined a bit, supporting himself on his elbows braced at his waist. Then, she raised a bit, moved him, aimed him, then lowered to the act of orality for which she had become known.

It didn't last long. And at the very end Jane became quite excited. She shifted her position in order to capture his right leg between her thighs. She pressured hard there, undulating her body in the same rhythm with her bobbing head. And then it was over. Joe sighed. "It was okay, but hardly worth ten bucks."

"Too bad," Jane said easily. "So next time beat off!"

CASE HISTORY

Dottie was a senior. She was a good scholar, very attractive, popular with her friends, and had a successful businessman father and a mother who was active in the P.T.A. And Dottie worked as supervisor to four high school Teen-hustlers. She never sold her own sexuality. Sometimes she gave it away to a date, but she never took pay for the use of her body. She didn't have to. Dottie received half the fees collected by four teen-girls under her jurisdiction in the high school.

She made it a point to greet every tenth grade freshman girl as she entered high school for the first time. She helped them with class schedules, finding the right rooms, lockers, tipped them off as to which teachers should be avoided, acted like a big sister advisor to them all. And to the pretty ones, she was especially attentive, made friends with them immediately.

Dottie even kept a card file system on almost every girl in the school. She was as thorough as a successful politician. And for the teen-girls who provided her with an above average, adult income, she kept a special file, recording bits of news she could use to hold the girls in line should one decide to turn informer.

She even kept a record of her charges' menstrual periods. She thought this most important. Pregnancies were always a risk, but Dottie had connections for abortions. She insisted upon an accurate recording of the girls' cycles. If an abortion was indicated, Dottie wanted it done at the earliest possible time.

Dottie never had more than four girls working for her at the same time. More than that could cause a lessening of discipline that made for a greater risk. So, four lovelies were always available to the boys of the school once they met with Dottie to discuss the conditions of the date.

The procedure was quite simple. If the boys did not already know the girl for whom they bargained, Dottie produced a picture, generally one she had taken herself showing the girl off to the very best advantage. Dottie named a price, one that was scaled according to the desires of the boy. She collected the fee before the hour of the date. And Dottie dictated the locale that was to be used. She almost always insisted upon a drive-in theatre as the best place to make unobserved love. If the boy didn't have a car, she loaned him hers - for a fee.

Dottie sometimes acted like a mother hen over her brood of chicks. Daily, she inquired of their health, their menstrual periods, their general welfare. And she insisted upon always knowing if a customer had abused one of her girls. If he had - and if the girl reported it - Dottie had ways of teaching him a lesson. Several of the football players were on her payroll for special jobs - like beatings.

Dottie operated a ring of prostitutes within the confines of her school for a period of two years before she was finally discovered and reported to the police.

CASE HISTORY

Fifteen-year-old Velma S. kept a diary all through her tenth grade, freshman year in high school. It wasn't a diary so much as it was a record of the boys with whom she has sexual intercourse. Velma got a kick out of recording their names, then dreaming about the interlude which resulted in the entry in her journal. She developed a code of her own that revealed the varied talents of the boys she had known. It amused her to look at the strange symbols and realize that they told of the boys' various sexual techniques, and particular likes and dislikes.

One day, Velma showed her journal to a friend. The friend, noting some thirty-seven different names for a six-month period, teasingly suggested that if Velma were a prostitute, if she figured the entries in the terms of money - well, she would already have a small fortune.

Velma brooded about this for a full week. It was almost as if she were cheating herself, she reasoned. After all, the boys did enjoy her. And she enjoyed them. So, why not enjoy them, let them enjoy her, and make some money out of it too? Why shouldn't she? She could find no reason, except the risk, not to enter the business of high school prostitution.

Velma waited until her very next date, one she had consented to with a boy of -whom she was unusually fond, to mention her plan. She admired Pete. He acted worldly. He was older than most of the boys in his class, too. And he had even quit school for six months to work as a musician. But the orchestra leader had discovered that Pete was under-age to work in nightclubs and fired him. Pete returned to school. Velma was glad - she liked him a lot.

When Velma and Pete were safely concealed in his parked car, she told him of all that she had been thinking - that maybe she could make a little money for both of them if he would act as go-between for her.

"Do you mean you want me to pimp for you?" he laughed.

"I suppose so."

"Will I get all the free ass I want?" he asked.

"Stop being crude," Velma said.

"Yeah - I'll stop all right, after you let me get a little cruder." He brought his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.

"What do you think about the idea," Velma persisted.

"Crazy - crazy as all hell," he replied.

"You mean you'll do it?" she said.

"Maybe."

"Why not for sure?"

"Cause I don't want to get busted, that's why. I got enough shit on me already without taking on any more."

"Oh, but you're so responsible," she said, lengthening the words in a kind of verbal caress, at the same time moving her hand to rest on his thigh.

"Well, it might work out," Pete said. "But you've got to be ready for almost anything."

"Like what?" she asked.

"Like special services."

"What kind?"

"Well, you'll have to fuck anybody who wants you!"

"You can weed out the worst ones," she said.

"You'll have to suck cock, eat ass, everything."

"For money, maybe I'll learn to like it."

"All right, let's practice," Pete said. "Blow me!"

Velma laughed hard, then said, "Man - are you ever a kidder."

"A kidder who's not kidding," he replied.

Velma laughed again, but stopped when Pete wound his fingers into her hair and bent her head to his lap.

"Stop it - you don't have to be so rough," she shouted up at him from his lap.

"And you better not be too rough either," he said at the same taking his hard penis out of his unzipped jeans.

"There," Pete suddenly breathed, relaxing into the car seat again.

Velma touched the hard flesh which had been exposed for her. Then she gripped it. Then she paused.

"Come on, suck," he muttered excitedly.

"Okay, but just a trial run. Okay?"

"Okay, okay, okay, but start sucking," he ordered.

She moved upon him, slowly at first, then faster and still faster until she was only a bobbing blur of dark shadow laboring above his thighs. His fingers directed her at the beginning, but then flew away to claw at the car seat as his body arched and churned and pumped up and down in a frantic effort to achieve an orgasm before Velma decided that she had had enough.

She decided to quit when Pete was at the very topmost peak of his reflexes. He yelled and attempted to force her to let him finish, but she wrestled free of his grabbing hands. Then she faced him and smiled.

"You little bitch," Pete declared. "You're going to finish me!"

"Of course I am, sweetie," she answered. "I wouldn't leave anyone in this condition - especially you. But first -"

"First what?"

"First, what about our deal?"

"Sure, sure - I already told you I'd do it," he said quickly.

"For sure? No backing out?"

"Hell, no. I'm for making money, you know that."

"Good. It's settled then, isn't it?"

"It is, but I'm not."

She smiled. She reached and again took him in her hand. Then, facing him, crowding her body close, looking into his eyes which she really could not see in the dark, Velma twisted and turned and took his penis into her mouth again. She had to suck on it for only a few moments, before he exploded in ejaculation, filling her mouth with his hot juice.

"Swallow it," he ordered. "Don't let it get on my clothes!"

That night marked the beginning of the arrangement between Velma and Pete. He acted as her contact man and pimp, and sent her a steady stream of student customers. Velma's career as a campus whore was so successful that by the time she and Pete were graduated, each had accumulated a good-sized bank account.

CASE HISTORY

Mona H. invited a dozen boys and girls to a party at her parents' home. Her mother gave her blessings to the party, then she and her husband went out for an evening on the town. The guests at Mona's party were all members of her sophomore high school class. There were six boys and six girls. Mona liked things even, sex evenly distributed. She suggested the idea of the party to her girl friends. There was a special reason to have one. The girls - all of them - were sorely pinched for money, and Spring vacation was approaching.

Mona got her idea for this special type of party when one of the popular boy members of the senior class completely demolished his uninsured car. His many friends gave a dance, the proceeds from which would be given to the boy for a new car. It was a popular method of meeting crises in the high school - in all high schools, really, and Mona thought it was just great.

She charged the boys ten dollars each for an invitation to her party.

"Man -that's high," one boy complained. "What you goin' to have there - strippers?"

Mona giggled, then said, "Better than that - but you've got to take your chances."

The boy, and five others, paid the required ten dollars. Mona had been selective about the guests. She invited only those boys who had incomes from after-school jobs. Not only would such boys have the ten dollars, they were most likely to have other money in their pockets on the night of the party.

Mona collected the ten dollars from each of the boys as they entered the house then descended to the basement recreation room.

Downstairs, liquor was provided - two bottles of Scotch she had stolen from her father's liquor cabinet. The boys felt very "big", the girls sophisticated. Most of them drank quite a lot. Mona was glad - a little drunkenness wouldn't hurt her plan a bit.

After refreshments had been served, those taken from her mother's refrigerator, and the Scotch had been consumed, Mona called for attention and jumped to the top of the Ping-Pong table to make an announcement.

When the laughs had quieted down, when the boys stopped shouting jokes back and forth, most of which called attention to her short, very tight skirt and her large breasts which billowed her white blouse teasingly outward, she made her announcement.

"We're going to play 'slave girl' and you studs are going to bid for us. Get it?"

"We gotta see the goods first," a boy said seriously, rubbing his chin, acting like a buyer for a department store.

"You will," she laughed. "But not until you bid for each article of clothing we take off. Now do you get it?"

"And then after we've bid you down to bare-ass, what then?" a boy asked.

"Then you bid for the ass," Mona told him.

Mona jumped down from the table. One of her girl friends climbed upon it and raised her arms high over her head. She was a pretty girl with dark hair, dark eyes, a solid, comforting kind of figure, and a sweater, skirt, sox and loafers which were soon to be bid off her body.

"Two bits for the sweater," called out a boy.

"Thirty cents," said another.

The sweater was finally bid down at a dollar and a half. And then there was the business about the strapless bra she wore. That went for three dollars. The girl's breasts were very firm, very nipple-pointed, very, very round and full.

Soon the girl was down to her half-slip and panties and the table secured a fair pile of change and dollar bills. And then the half-slip vanished when an affluent bidder daringly declared his extravagance with a five-dollar bill. The panties were whisked away at six dollars and twenty-five cents.

Nude, the girl turned around on the table. The boys stared. Her nipples stuck out like thumbs now, and her belly was indented so that her navel was a mere slit in the middle of smooth roundness. Her thighs were fascinating, with a light thatch of hair at their juncture.

"And now you bid for the girl herself," called Mona from the side of the table. "I've seen her in action on a double-date, so I can tell you that she's worth any price you're prepared to bid."

There was silence except for the sound of heavy breathing. And then there was the bidding.

"A dollar - I'm not being a wise-ass, I'm just broke."

"Two."

"Three and a half."

"Five."

"Six - seven - eight - ten - eleven dollars and thirty-three cents!" bid a boy, climbing to hand over his total wealth with the enthusiasm of an antique collector.

The naked girl went at twelve dollars. There were sighs and shouts and calls for a new slave girl so a new bidding could begin.

But Mona had other ideas.

"Hold it," she called out. "We're not through with this one yet."

"I won her. I'm gonna fuck her," yelled the winning bidder as he reached up and gripped the naked girl's hand.

"No, there's a little more bidding," Mona declared. "Now this is the way it goes. The others can watch while you two do your thing right here on the Ping-Pong table. That is, they can watch for fifty cents each.

"Hey, that's not right!" complained the boy who had won the slave girl.

"Isn't it!" said Mona happily.

"Suppose I don't want to put on a fuck show," the boy said. "I like to fuck in private."

"Simple," Mona said. "Fifty cents apiece from the lookers adds up to two-fifty, add another fifty cents for yourself and you fuck your little slave girl any place you want."

"What a bitch," said the boy.

But he tossed three crumpled bills on the table, yanked his slave girl from the table, then hurried her to a far, dark corner of the recreation room. The next fully clothed girl jumped upon the table to face her bidders.

Although funds began to run low, the bidding remained spirited and soon each of the six girls had been bid down to nakedness, then sold to an individual boy with whom she happily performed the sexual tasks her master demanded of her.

Mona stood at the side of the table, smiling, watching the pile of money grow high, watching, too, as each of her girl friends paired off with a boy. With a sharp eye for business, at the last, when all the money was stacked high on the Ping-Pong table, she accepted I.O.U.'s adding a twenty-five per cent "interest charge." She even talked frankly about having credit cards made up for those boys who proved that they paid their bills.

Later, all the couples were again gathered around the table, looking at Mona wondering what was to come next; wondering if anything more could possibly be offered by this hostess who seemed to think of everything. There was something more to offer.

Mona had planned it from the very beginning. She was the extra girl - the lucky, or unlucky, thirteenth member of the party.

"And now, so to speak, the house is going to provide the entertainment," Mona announced.

"Yeah, how about that," said a boy. "You haven't been bid for yet."

"Right," she answered.

"That figures," a gruff voice said from the back of the circle.

"You're damn right it figures," Mona shouted, jumping to the top of the Ping-Pong table.

She looked so wild, so wanton, when she spread her arms wide, emphasizing her breasts, her hips, her fine, lean legs, the anticipation of what nakedness would do to her figure, that suddenly applause broke out from the boys and even from some of the girls.

Mona raised her hands and clasped them above her head. Then, deliberately swaying her hips, she turned. Then she turned again, but when she faced her guests, she paused, brought her hands down and smiled. And then she slowly brought both hands to the bottoms of her dainty white blouse. Slowly, she undid them. She shrugged the blouse from her shoulders and allowed it to float to the table. She turned again, answering the cheers from the onlookers. Then she unhooked her bra at the back and cuddled it shyly in front of her, cupping her large breasts together so that the bulge of flesh was clearly seen by all. And then she dropped the bra. Her breasts bounced, then quivered in excitement. And then, in quick succession, she shed all her clothes and stood completely naked, the target of twelve pairs of eyes.

Mona opened her arms to everyone in front of her.

"All right, studs - okay, babies - come on, you bunch of swingers - come on - I'm giving you all one on the house! Fuck me, guys!"

She lowered her back to the table and braced her legs. In an instant, the first boy was before her, propping her at the bend of her knees with his arms as he pumped his body forward and back in a mad whirl of sex.

And for Mona, the scene was very, very satisfying. The events of the night - the pile of money upon the table; the money that now spilled every which way as her hips bounced and her small fists beat a rhythm at each side of her, and acted as an aphrodisiac for the wanton, sex-centered teen-ager. Mona was expertly adept at sexual responses. This night, even her high sensitivity had been made sharper, more ready for the first boy.

His finish offered her a new climax, offered them all the view of her body grinding fiercely, squeezing, eking out every breath of energy it was possible to receive from the depleted boy.

And then there was a new boy. And with it, there came a new howl of climax from Mona.

With the third boy, she managed to offer variety. She rolled to her stomach, then boosted on forearms and knees as she jutted her buttocks teasingly to the boy who reached and gripped them.

Mona remained in this position, facing away from the boy, crying, shouting, whimpering, bellowing obscenities as her body quivered. She remained facing away from it all until the sixth and last boy took his position behind her. Then she turned and faced him.

Her eyes were diamond sparkles of excitement as she moved from the table and breathlessly pushed the boy to a sitting position upon it. Then she faced him. She smiled once, for an instant before she lowered herself to accommodate his throbbing penis in a squatting position. She was wild and savage. At times she seemed mad, so wildly did she move upon him, so savagely did she take him and shake him and take him into herself again and again and again.

And soon, it was done. The boy leaned far back, braced himself and arched a final time as Mona crumbled atop him, her breath coming in shattered gasps.

The party ended just barely before her parents returned home.

The money from the party came pretty close to what Mona had anticipated, one hundred and sixteen dollars and thirty-four cents, including I.O.U.'s. Because Mona had done fairly well in her economics class, she knew all about depreciation, business expenses, risk of stealing liquor, food, parental wrath, etc. So, it seemed only economically equitable that the proceeds of the evening be split - twenty-five percent for herself, the other seventy-five per cent divided among the six girls. Not one of them objected. They knew that Mona had earned her larger share!

Her parties became the secret talk of the school. Invitations to them were widely sought by all the boys. The parties thrived for a year, were held monthly, and alternated in location, each of the charter girl members taking her turn as hostess.

Business boomed until the boom fell when one dissatisfied guest reported the parties to school authorities, who in turn told Mona's parents.

"My God, why?" her mother exclaimed. "Why would our own daughter be involved in such a terrible mess? Why?"

It was a good question.