Chapter 1
"WHAT'S A NICE GIRL LIKE YOU DOING SCREWING?"
The sexually delinquent girl is a complexity of emotions, any one of which could lead her to prostitution. Many times a girl who is not sexually delinquent will have those same impulses. The difference is the total psychological make-up of the individual; experience, growth, adult examples - everything that touches her as she goes through the maturing process.
From a study of teen-aged sexualists and prostitutes reviewed recently by a psychiatrist and his staff it would seem that the girls are indeed made up of nearly every complex. Some seethe with hate. Others are confused about love. Many drive for revenge and still others are attracted to the sale of their young bodies because of the pure material gain they can achieve. But of all the confusion that boils within the teen-hustlers, four definite motivations appear to stand out as the strongest compelling forces in their lives: Hostility, The Electra Complex, Material Desires, and the Castration Complex.
The Electra Complex is a psychological term used to describe a young female's subconscious wish to replace the mother and experience sexual intercourse with the father. It is latent in many girls. And for some, the subconscious wish is brought to consciousness and actually acted out, either with the father or with a father-figure.
Hostility, latent and real, plays an important role in the development of a female sexual delinquent, most authorities agree. Today, early teen-agers churn with hostility - for their parents, for society, for most adults and all authority. Boys commit crimes, engage in rumbles, become truants and drop-outs, and do any number of acts to express their hostility. But girls almost always use sex as the media for their hostility. They'll copulate with several boys in the back seats of cars, they'll seduce older men, they'll dress in a way that exposes their young bodies, and sometimes they'll become hustlers. And hostility is the motivation behind most of their promiscuity.
The so-called Castration Complex motivates a large number of girls toward promiscuity. This complex has been described as the subconscious urge to castrate, or take away the masculinity of, males. It is part of the girl's first subconscious feelings, sometimes directed toward her father. The wish to castrate stems from deeply-rooted feelings of inadequacies within the female herself because she does not possess a penis, has lost it or been denied it. In fact, the complex is something referred to as "Penis Envy." Early sexual intercourse will, for some girls, feed her castration urge because once involved in the sex act she is "physically" performing a castration upon the male (hiding, or taking his penis from him).
True or not, it is significant to this report that the following cases illustrate the motivations of Hostility, The Electra Complex, Materiality, and the Castration Complex.
CASE HISTORY
Eve N.'s earliest memories were those of family prayer led by her father, a deacon in a small town church who was accused by acquaintances of "trying to be holier than God."
God, the Bible and Mr. N.'s constant damnation of anything that did not conform to his rigid, sometimes fanatical principles, dominated Eve's life. She once told her psychiatrist that she was "forced to spend more time on my knees than on my feet."
Her mother was dominated, too. A frightened, unattractive woman, she feared not to do her husband's bidding on even the smallest matter.
Eve hated her life but she had no opportunity to know any other. A special grievance of her young life were the "open confession" sessions her father imposed upon his family weekly. During these long, boresome meetings everyone in the family, especially Eve and her two younger brothers, were coerced into "confessing their sins and begging for forgiveness." Confessions confused Eve, when she was a child. So did sin. She really didn't know what sin was.
When, on occasions she would claim she had no sins to confess, she was the subject of brutal scoldings from her father. He said she lied, that sins were within her heart and mind, that she had temptations, that she was unworthy of her father's home and God's kindness, that she had to have sins to confess. And for all the family there was always the sin of creation that Mr. N. could call upon to support his claims; everyone was a sinner because they were born of sin, of the vile act of fleshly lust. Her father's sermons on lust and sin began to interest Eve a bit when she was eight. When she was ten she became intrigued with the subject and would even "bait" her father into sermons on the subject. That was also the age at which Eve began to dream of boys, those who were in her classes at school, those at Sunday School, and boys everywhere.
When Eve turned twelve she began to masturbate. Upon the occasion of her self-induced orgasm she felt that crush of shame and fear; shame because she could not denounce the religious influence of her life, and fear that she might somehow be forced to admit her crime. And she did. It happened at a Friday night family prayer meeting.
"Confess your sins," Mr. N. exhorted. "Confess and be saved. God is forgiving and kind, there's nothing that cannot be safely confessed to Him."
God may have been forgiving and kind. He may also have been capable of hearing any confession. But Mr. N. was not.
"I've done something terrible," Eve said, jumping up from her knees and facing her father.
"Confess, child, and all will be well with you again," Mr. N. told her.
"I've - I've known the feeling of lust - I've touched myself and made myself feel things that I shouldn't feel - and I've liked it - Oh, forgive me."
"Quiet!" Mr. N. thundered, his face flushing red. "Shut up, shut up! No daughter of mine can confess such a thing, no child of my seed could have done such a thing. Be quiet - go to your room and stay on your knees until I release you."
Eve went to her room. She went to her knees in a corner. But she did not pray. Instead, she thought of the confusion of her father's principles, she thought of his hypocrisy and double-standards. And she thought of the feeling that she knew when she had touched at her clitoris and swelled until her sensations burst.
Mr. N.'s punishment was severe. Eve was forced to spend a month on her knees except for school, church, meals, and the other necessities of life. But the punishment didn't bother her nearly so much as the new feelings that growled within her; feelings of hate and vengeance and disrespect for her father. It was as if she had discovered him a fraud. And she hated him for it. The seeds of hostility multiplied every second of her punishment, then were reinforced when she observed the new way her father looked at her, the hate that showed in his eyes, that made her feel degraded. Deliberately, while on her knees during the month of her punishment, Eve did not pray nor think of God or of any of the things her father had commanded that she should. She replaced those things with sexual fantasies. It marked the beginning of her hostility.
When Eve was thirteen she provoked her seduction. The circumstances of that seduction are an example of the role hostility played in her introduction to sex and her eventual emergence as a sex hustler.
Eve had the job cleaning the small church after each of the several meetings that were held there during the week. She didn't like the job, but she did like the opportunity it offered her to be in the company of boys. The Wednesday night meeting was held for the boys' basketball team. A seventeen-year-old boy on the team named Jim was a special dream-figure for Eve. She had had a crush on him for months and had even used him as the subject of her fantasies while masturbating, a habit that a month of punishment did not quiet.
Eve contrived to be in the church's cloak room when the basketball team broke up their meeting. She contrived also to be dusting a top shelf as the boys passed by the open cloak room door. This required that she stand on a straight back chair which offered a bold view of her body from that position. Her skirt pulled high above her knees, her buttocks jutted outward, and her breasts pushed boldly against the sweater that she wore.
It was the custom of Jim to leave the meeting last. Eve knew it. He didn't disappoint her this Wednesday night.
"You're going to break your neck," he said, stopping and looking into the cloak room.
Eve laughed, then purposely stumbled a bit. Jim rushed to her rescue and caught her about the waist.
Eve trembled at his touch and leaned heavily against him, causing her breasts to lower and touch at the top of his hands. She could feel his body bolt alert to the touch, but he made no move to slacken his hold upon her body.
Slowly, she turned and stepped down from the chair. Jim did not release her. She faced him.
"You all right now?" he asked.
"Sure, just fine," she answered.
Eve felt his hands trembling on her waist.
She smiled at him, then, calling upon a sophistication she did not know she possessed, she raised her face and said, "Don't you want to kiss me?"
He nodded and pressured her close.
Their lips met innocently at first, but they soon opened and their tongues thrust out, lively and hot and anxious. Eve felt the sensation that ran through her breasts as she cuddled them to his hard, young chest. And then she felt his hands change position so that one crept within her sweater to grip at her breast as the other clutched hard at her buttocks. Eve felt dazed. She thought of the resistance that she should offer, considered that it might be more appealing for a girl to act indignant at such intimacies. But a flashing memory of her father invaded her mind and she knew that, for her at least, subtleties could never be indicated.
She lowered her hand between their pressing bodies. She grasped hard at his straining penis.
"Ohhhhh," he breathed, moving his mouth and whispering in her ear, "God! You give me a hard-on like crazy!"
Except for her fantasies, Eve was really innocent. "What's that mean? A hard-on?" she asked.
Jim looked at her in astonishment for a moment. Was she putting him on? Then he said, "This," and pressed his bulging crotch more deeply into her exploring hand.
She wrenched her hand away, but he said, "No, no! Keep touching it. It feels good." He brought her hand back to his organ.
"I've never felt a real one," Eve said.
"Never felt a real cock!" Jim exclaimed again in astonishment. "Don't you ever feel your brothers'?"
"Oh, no!" Eve said, shocked despite herself.
"My sisters play with mine, and jack me off," Jim said. He added proudly. "Sometimes they even suck me off." As he explained to her what these phrases meant, she could feel his penis - she thought of it now as a "cock" - growing harder under her fingers.
"Listen, I'd sure like to fuck you, right now," Jim said.
"I feel the same way," Eve admitted.
His hand reached inside her bra and he started playing more boldly with her breast and nipple. In return, Eve clutched more strongly upon his penis. Jim bent her backwards, and she was ready to slump to the floor, but she resisted and said, "Not here - I know a better place."
She grasped his hand and led him out of the cloak room and to the secluded and now empty choir loft.
"Here," she said. "Nobody can see us here, even if they come into the church."
"Here?" Jim asked, surprised.
"Yes," Eve said. "Come on, hurry and get started. I've never done it before, and I want to." She sank to the carpeted floor and hiked her skirt high above her hips, then arched up and removed her underwear. Her naked flesh glistening even in the semi-darkness, she looked impatiently at Jim. He quickly stripped down until he too glistened nakedly in the gloomy light. His penis stood out, rock-hard.
"I want to get a good look at your -your cock," Eve said.
"You can look at it later," Jim said. "Let's fuck now."
He lurched his body down on top of hers, and guided himself quickly into the hot, moist opening she presented to him. He started sliding his hard flesh in and out of her. Lubricated by her own hot desire, her vagina offered him little resistance.
In a whisper he told her what to do to increase their pleasure, and she obeyed him like a docile child. He increased the tempo of his movements, and she likewise increased the rhythm of her response. His young, slim body writhed tempestuously as he carried her along on the tide of his passion. Eve murmured sounds of pleasure and satisfaction. Then she felt his body tense, and she instinctively arched high and hard to meet him as he held himself inside her, and then she felt the hot sperm shooting from him, up inside her.
She waited until his body relaxed a little, and then she asked, "Is that it?"
"Yes," he said huskily. "I came. Did you?"
He had to explain to her what he meant, and then she said that she hadn't felt an orgasm. "At least, I don't think so," she added.
"Oh, you would know if you did," Jim said. "Girls don't all the time, so don't worry or anything."
"Anyway, it felt good!" Eve said.
"Listen, let's wait a few minutes and then we can do it again," Jim suggested.
"Why do we have to wait a few minutes?" Eve asked.
Jim looked at her in exasperation. "So my cock can get hard again," he said. "Gee, you don't know anything about it, do you?"
"No, I don't, really," Eve said. "At least I know more about it now than I did before."
"Well, it'll get hard again faster if you play around with it," Jim suggested. He put her hand on his penis, which was already beginning to firm up again.
"Kind of play with it. You know, stretch it out, and like that," Jim suggested. "And cuddle my balls and kind of finger my asshole."
With quiet curiosity, Eve did all of the things he suggested.
"Is it hard enough now?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said. "Listen, there's other ways of doing it too. Like, I could fuck it in your asshole instead of into your cunt."
"Is it worse that way?" Eve asked.
"What do you mean - worse?" Jim questioned.
"I mean, is it more sinful?"
"Sinful! I never think of it any way as being sinful."
"Oh, but it is!" Eve exclaimed. "That's why I'm doing it. Because my father hates sin, and I hate my father."
"Oh... " Jim said, thoughtfully. Then, slyly, "Yeah, I guess it is worse to fuck you in the ass than the other way."
"Okay," Eve said. "Show me how."
Jim had her kneel on her hands and knees. He got behind her and spread her buttocks, then stopped.
"You know," he said, "it would be awful sinful if you'd suck on it for a while before I put it in."
"You mean with my mouth?" Eve asked.
"Yeah," Jim said.
"Okay," Eve said.
Jim hurried around and got on his knees in front of her. "Now just suck on it," he said, pulling her head toward his penis. Again, she obeyed him docilely.
"Suck on it nice and easy," he said, urging himself into her warm mouth. "Don't make me come again too quick. Let's save that for -you know - your ass."
Sucking, Eve nodded agreement.
After a few minutes during which he groaned with pleasure, Jim said, "Okay now let me get around back there." He pulled himself out of her mouth, and scurried behind her. He positioned himself again at her rear and started to ease his saliva-smooth penis into her anus.
"That hurts a little," she said.
"Don't worry," Jim said. "Sometimes it does, the first time this way. It won't hurt so much once it gets past the opening. Just relax so that your hole is nice and open." He continued humping himself into her.
"Press back onto my cock," he instructed.
She did, and he quickened his tempo, tightening his hold on her hips as he pulled her back tighter to himself.
"Now!" he cried. "Now I'm coming again! Can you feel it? Can you feel it!"
"Yes, yes!" Eve cried excited, swiveling her hips in instinctive response and she again felt his hot fluid shoot into her.
Eve and Jim met for sexual sessions many times after that. She did not become promiscuous. She had intercourse only with Jim, and she always insisted that they have it in the choir loft.
Then, one night, they were discovered by her father while they were enjoying anal intercourse. Her shocked and infuriated father almost had a stroke.
"I'm glad you caught me!" Eve shouted at him. "I wanted you to!" She glared her hatred at him. "I despise you!"
Eve left her family home and moved to another town. For a while she worked as a waitress, but she was fired because of her "unsocial attitude."
She soon became a prostitute. Every writhing of her body was charged with hostility toward her father, and this gave her sexual performance a vehemence which many men enjoyed.
Regarding the case of Eve, a psychiatrist recently said, "This girl was motivated toward sex and prostitution because of the hostility she felt for her father. The setting she chose for her early sexual activities - the choir loft - was a direct slap at her father and what she considered his hypocritical saintliness. It was a revolt against him and against the hypocrisy he exhibited."
CASE HISTORY
Karen's father considered himself a liberal and determined to raise his daughter in that kind of environment. He insisted that he and his wife speak frankly about sex when his daughter posed a question. And he was not at all careful to hide his nakedness from his child. Neither was he inclined to forego sexual intercourse with his wife at any time that he wanted it; not even when Karen, as was her habit as a child, slept with them.
Karen was a great pal to her father. They went many places together and shared nearly everything. Her mother often felt left out of things because of this close father-daughter relationship.
Karen has reported that she loved to share the bed of her mother and father. Nightmares were the excuse, but a father-fixation was the motivating factor.
"I used to hate it when my mother and father were making love," Karen admitted. "But mostly I hated my mother. I guess I was jealous of her."
Her young life was shattered when her father deserted. The rumors that she heard - that her father had run away with a young and attractive woman -were cause for great hurt. Her sadness did not lessen until her mother, plagued by financial problems, was forced to take a roomer into their home.
The man was about forty. He was attractive. He was very attentive to Karen, who, at fifteen, had grown into a beautiful and voluptuously built young woman. And for the father-deprived girl the man answered her need for a father.
Karen and the roomer became great companions. They went many places together, duplicating for her that life she had known with her father. Her mother was indifferent to the relationship. She was unhappy, unaccustomed to working the long hours that were necessary, always tired, and constantly resentful that she must raise a child without a husband. Karen, in turn, resented her mother. She could not free herself of the thought that it was her mother who had caused her father's desertion. (Psychiatrists maintained that this was a convenient psychological way for Karen to avoid the image-destroying realization of her father's guilt in the matter.)
The roomer, a salesman, had to go out of town for a week.
Karen was despondent during the roomer's absence. When he returned, early and unexpectedly, in the middle of the week and at a time that found her alone in the house, she was overjoyed.
When he entered the house, she flew into his arms. Karen has related that the incident was similar to many she had known with her father.
The man reacted violently to the young-girl-body cuddling close to him. But he did not touch her intimately. He went to his room, then called for her to join him.
"I've missed you," she said, settling on the edge of his bed.
"I've missed you, too," he said. "But I'm back now and I have a present for you."
"You do!"
"Yip."
He went to his suitcase and extracted a small package. When Karen opened it, she found a gleaming necklace. She was overjoyed. She leaped from the bed and in a burst of affection threw her arms around the man's neck.
Now he was not platonic. He crushed her to him and kissed her, parting her young lips with his tongue, nibbling at her earlobes and finally bringing both hands to knead at her breasts.
Karen was excited. Heat flushed throughout her body. Her thighs quivered.
The man pushed her away from him. Neither of them spoke. But the man's hands told her what he wanted. His fingers deftly undid the buttons of her blouse. He removed it, then took her bra, skirt, and panties from her body. When she was nude, he sighed, stood back, looked at her a moment, then stripped out of his own clothing.
Karen stared at his naked body. She stared at his penis, so much larger than her father's had been.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he said.
"I know," she answered. "You wouldn't - you couldn't hurt me."
They embraced again, then fell upon the bed. The man was a patient and attentive lover. He kissed her over all her body, paying special attention to her hard little nipples that pushed hot and hard at his mouth. And he kissed her at the stomach and on the insides of her thighs. Karen breathed heavily and trembled excitedly.
"Now you do the same to me," the roomer instructed.
"Kiss you?"
"Yes. All over."
The man stretched on his back on the bed.
Karen did as she was told. She perched at the man's side, her own naked body pinkened from caresses, showing passion, too, in the way her breasts were large and bloated with the tips hard and pressing, and in the manner that her thighs rippled with energy and a certain impatience.
She duplicated the man's pattern. She kissed his mouth and played her tongue within it. She kissed at his ears where she plunged, then flicked, the sharpened point of her tongue. And she licked her tongue across his chest, at his waist, a bit lower, and then, avoiding the column of his penis, at his thighs.
"You can kiss me there, too," the man said softly.
"Kiss you there?"
"Yes. Very hard there."
Her head bobbed low, then paused. The pause ended when the man wound his fingers into her hair and urged her downward. At first she acted as the novice she was. But experience came to her quickly and she was soon bobbing and rising and bobbing low again in a fast pattern of frantic sucking. The man's arching cock and strong fingers guided her expertly. And finally he stopped her and pulled her away from him. "No more, no more," he chanted. "No more cocksucking for now."
Gasping, she raised up and looked at him. The man raised, too. Then he urged her to the edge of the bed. She sat there as he crawled out of the bed and stood facing her. Acting instinctively, she hoisted to her knees, jutting her buttocks over the edge of the bed.
The man hesitated a moment. Then his hands were upon the smooth firm flesh she presented. And then Karen had another surprise. The man did not touch at that place of receivership as she had anticipated. Instead, he stretched her buttocks wide and pressured against the opening of her ass.
He lurched forward. She felt the grind of his entrance, but she felt it minus the sexual thrill she had expected. She bounced her hips with every thrust that was made behind her. And she circled a bit, too, adding thrill for the man who was her father-image. She could tell that she was satisfying him, knew that it was so because of the sighs and moans and short cries that issued from him.
The man reached his climax quickly. Karen felt vast disappointment that she was not moved to cry out as was her lover. And when they had rested, she expressed her disappointment.
"I always thought it would be different," she told him.
"Then let's do something different," he said.
He switched his body to the bed, then urged her to take a position opposite him. He began at her ankles and kissed upward. In a moment, she joined his action. And then they were engaged, locked in sixty-nine fashion, each pouring their orality to the other, and sucking hard.
When the man paused, made a slight separation with one hand, then brought his kisses hard against her clitoris, she cried sounds of genuine passion.
They ended with their legs hooked around each other's heads. And Karen, true to the man's promise, found her thrilling climax. Her young thighs tortured against his head as he brought her to the finale of all her great feelings. So intense was Karen on the bursting of her own body, that she was hardly aware that she had caused a second climax for her lover.
Karen and the roomer continued as non-penetrating lovers for six months, although he never made an effort to take her in vagina intercourse. Then, after much preparation by the roomer, they joined in an act of sexual intercourse. At first it was unsatisfying for her.
Then after several attempts, Karen began to achieve orgasm through the means of sexual intercourse, without the added orality needed. She pursued her lover wantonly, had intercourse with him as often as possible, even forced him to sex when he was disinclined and incapable.
Finally, Karen and her lover, attended a party of some of his friends. She met a new man, a gambler in his forties. He made a date with her. They engaged sexually. Taken with her youth, and the nymphomania she exhibited, he suggested that she make sex her career. She agreed. He put her in the care of an experienced woman who managed a ring of teen-aged prostitutes.
Karen became the favorite of many customers, was ,sought after because of her abilities at achieving a climax through either intercourse of cunnilingus. She prospered for a year before arrest gave her the opportunity for psychiatric counseling.
Karen was acting out the age-old Electra Complex with every man she sexually serviced. Father-desertion - her early sexual attitudes - her growth and experience - all these things fed the latency of her father-image strivings until at last they were consciously demonstrated through her early sexuality with older men and the eventual prostitution toward which she drifted.
CASE HISTORY
Ellen began saving pennies when she was five. At ten, she helped herself to change in her mother's purse. At twelve she was a psychopathic liar about the things she claimed to have - things that would never be her lot; an expensive home and furnishings, servants, wealth, jewelry and cars. Some of her friends knew she was lying, but most left her to her dream world. Some of them felt sorry for her because they were aware of the slum in which she actually resided.
Ellen was not yet thirteen, when a neighbor boy named Billy asked her to masturbate him.
"Just jack me off," he begged her. "It feels better when somebody else does it and not me myself."
"What will you give me if I do?" Ellen asked.
"I'll give you a nice hard cock up your snatch," he said.
Ellen screwed her face up in an expression of distaste. "I don't want that old thing up me," she said. "Will you pay me if I jack you off?"
"I'll give you half a dollar," the boy said finally.
"Half a dollar to jack off one that big!" Ellen cried. "That's worth a dollar at least. Temptingly she started rubbing the boy's exposed penis.
"Okay," he groaned, "I'll give you the fuckin' buck. Just keep on doing it... don't stop... "
After the boy had ejaculated, Ellen told him, "If you really want to put it up my snatch, I'll let you - for five dollars."
The boy, sexually satisfied for the moment by her masturbation of him, said, "Fuck you," and walked away from her.
It was less than a year later that Ellen did sell her virginity, but by that time it brought her twenty dollars, from a twenty-year old grocery clerk. The clerk's boss learned about it, and a few days later he offered Ellen ten dollars to perform fellatio upon him. Other men learned about young Ellen's availability, and she was soon doing a thriving business. She hoarded her earnings, dreaming of the material things the money would buy her.
One man's wife finally reported Ellen to the authorities, and she was placed in a home for delinquent girls.
In the home Ellen met an older girl. They became close friends. Soon, they became lovers. The lesbian act provided the first sexual climax of Ellen's young life. And it set the pattern for the only means of sexual gratification she was ever to know.
This is the way Ellen, in psychotherapeutic recall, described the event.
"I liked this gal. Really liked her. She did a lot of things for me, tuned me in on what the deal was around the home, got me special things to eat - you know, really put me in touch. So, what the hell, I didn't think too much about it when she kissed me and started to snuggle up to me after the lights were out. After that I had sex regularly with her, and with other girls, who gave me money and things. I did real well."
When Ellen was released from the detention home she immediately called the telephone number her friend had given her. The man made arrangements for meeting her. When he did, he agreed to sponsor her career as a young whore.
Ellen was a very profitable investment to her employer. She would do anything for money.
Between her fifteenth and seventeenth birthdays, Ellen learned and participated in nearly every sexual deviation and fetish known. She submitted to beating, she beat customers with a whip, donned leather to receive the touches of a fetishist, gave fellatio and received cunnilingus, allowed her naked body to be violated with paint, caviar, and spermatozoa. Once she even allowed penetration of her body by a donkey while the males of a stag party cheered. But through it all, Ellen never knew sexual climax, until her friend from the juvenile home finally completed a long sentence and was released.
"I got hot all over when I finally was with Inez again," Ellen has said.
The recreation of that reunion scene is pertinent to this report in that it demonstrates the rapidity with which Ellen knew a climax with another girl while at the same time she remained frigid to all sexual activity by men.
Alone in Ellen's room, Ellen and Inez brought their naked bodies together in a blast of heat. Their breasts crunched and ground together. Their thighs locked and they lurched back and forth together.
Inez was an aggressive lesbian lover. She kissed Ellen's bare body rapturously, then at last, and hurriedly, crouched at the younger girl's thighs.
Inez ground the hard extension of her clitoris to the arching body of Ellen. They thrust and writhed together much as if they were man and woman, but Ellen received orgasmic satisfaction that she never did with men.
Their relationship ended when Ellen demanded money from Inez for having sex with her. Inez was astonished and infuriated.
"Why, you miserable dyke!" Inez exploded. "Why should I pay you for it? You're getting your kicks out of it, the same as me."
Ellen admitted that she enjoyed sex with Inez more than with anyone else. "But I never do anything for nothing," she said stubbornly.
"Kiss my ass, you cunt!" Inez shouted coarsely.
"I will, if you'll pay me," Ellen said quietly.
Inez stared at her in disbelief. "You fuckin' freak, you really mean that, don't you? Well, I'm moving out of here tomorrow morning."
"Make it tonight," Ellen said. "It'll cost you five bucks rent if you stay here tonight. And that's cheaper than a motel!"
Ellen worked for five years as a well-paid teen-age prostitute. She saved all her money and invested it wisely. She was still a very young woman when she retired from prostitution, bought a lovely home in the country, and filled it with all the beautiful, material things that she had always dreamed about. Hers is one of the few stories that ended on a relatively happy note. Materialism drove her into prostitution, but it also gave her an incentive to give it up before it was too late.
CASE HISTORY
It has been said that women, although they blush at the word "castration," are largely motivated by that complex drives.
So it was with Lita S. She had long, auburn hair, green eyes, and a body that shouted sexuality. Lita was shy until she started upon her menstrual cycle at thirteen years of age. Then she became giddy and bold. Then she became aggressive toward boys.
One of Lita's earliest memories is that of taking a shower with her father. It was an occasion, she recalled, for much laughter. She recalled, too, her feelings of inadequacy when she observed her father's large penis and her own lack of such an organ.
She was to remember this feeling again upon the occasion of her first menstruation. She was quite upset by the event. Somewhere in her subconscious there lurked the opinion that some harm had been done her, that she had been meant to have that organ of the male but had been denied it. And she looked upon her father - and all men - as enemies who had caused this inadequacy in her.
During her fourteenth year, Lita became a truant from school, and a fledgling teen-hustler. And at the basis of her mighty, unquenchable sexual drive there was the psychic wish to castrate all men.
Using police reports and the records of Lita's psychiatric interviews, it is possible to recount her feelings during her sexual acts, all of which pointed up her emotions that were directed and dedicated to the destruction of masculinity.
She submitted to any and all who wanted her. Many did, for she was sexually attractive with a body that was molded perfectly.
To a friend of her father she hinted that she was not only willing, but anxious, to meet him in a sexual interlude. The psychiatrically reproduced experience demonstrates her castrating drive.
"I really don't like you," she said to the man after he had kissed her and fondled her.
"That doesn't seem likely," he smiled. "Not the way you kissed me."
"That doesn't mean anything."
"Doesn't it?"
"Of course not. I fuck around with lots of men I don't like."
"Oh, do you?" he said.
"Sure. It's even more fun that way, letting a guy think he's turning you on, and really hating him all the time."
The man shook his head, then proceeded to undress her. She wouldn't allow it. Instead, she stripped herself of all her clothing and rose nude to face him even before he had removed his shirt.
Lita's eyes were cold when she lay down on the bed. And her body was cool, too, still uninspired by the touch and kisses of her father's friend. But she was a demon of activity upon the man's body. She tortured his body with her tongue as she ran it the length of his naked body, paused, then swept upward again. When the man asked her to fellatio, she did not hesitate. She moved upon him with a viciousness that seemed almost mad. Once he shouted at her to be careful, and when she continued her rough treatment of his penis he jerked away from her and pulled her upright.
"What's the matter, can't you take it?" she asked brazenly.
"Yes - but not the way you give it, baby. You're crazy. I just wanted you to suck it, not bite it off!"
With that he rolled her to her back and braced himself above her. As he paused, Lita clawed at his penis, ripped at him with her nails as her fingers hurried to bring him close. The man cursed and slapped her hands away. Then he plunged his penis into her.
Working beneath him, Lita seemed taken with hate and violence. She moved her body from side to side and up and down in a rhythm that could only hurry him to his climax. And each time he pressed his penis into her, she smiled a pathetic smile, one that told of some secret satisfactions that had nothing at all to do with the act in which she was involved.
When Lita became a teen-prostitute she became noted for her willingness to accept any customer. And through it all she remained frigidly indifferent to anything that was done to her.
"Lita satisfied a psychic need rather than a physical gratification," her psychiatrist said. "With Lita, the taking of a man's penis into her own body served two purposes: It 'castrated' the man, and, at least for a little while, it provided her with the penis she had always sought."
Her psychiatrist also stated that the girl's early experiences showering with her father was one important seed of the Castration Complex that grew within her. The doctor stated, too, that all girls feel the trauma of "Penis Envy," but that most outgrow this "denied" feeling and learn to live normal lives. But Lita and others like her, are plagued by this throughout their lives, surrendering to promiscuity because it offers them the opportunity to "castrate" men and gain the revenge that their subconscious demands.