Chapter 2
The "Virgin" Baby-Pros
"Get your hands off me, you crummy bastard you can't bust me for this I'm a virgin," shouted a Baby-Pro recently upon the event of her arrest.
Incredibly, and sadly, the fifteen year old girl spoke the truth. She was indeed a virgin. Perhaps it would have been more within the realm of normalcy if she could not have claimed this status of young innocence, for she was a specialist within the group of Baby-Pros with whom she worked an expert in the area of most every sexual deviation and fetish known to society.
"Despite the worldliness of teenage girls today, many of them still cling to their virginity as something very special," claims a clinical psychologist at one of the Midwest's largest universities. "I have known girls in their early teens who regularly by regularly, I mean on every single date perform fellatio on the boys as the means of substituting the sexual intercourse the boys expect. And we have interviewed girls who think nothing of masturbating a boy or man, of allowing him to masturbate himself against her breasts or some other part of her body, or of doing almost anything to produce ejaculation for their dates anything, that is, except through the means of sexual intercourse."
Many teenage girls, Baby-Pros included, are undoubtedly victims of fetish and the lure of deviations, conditions that provide them sexual satisfaction where they fail to achieve it in intercourse. But for a goodly number of such delinquents, something else is involved.
Recent interviews with a dozen Baby-Pros, conducted by a Criminal Court Psychiatrist, revealed that some of the early teenaged girls practiced deviations and fetishes for the sole purpose of protecting their virginity. In spite of participation in the grossest kinds of sexual aberrations these girls considered their virginity something special, something that was worth any kind of protection.
One of the girls of these interviews, a child of fourteen, commented candidly upon her sex life as it related to her professional prostitution.
"Someday I'm going to be all through with this," she explained. "And when I am, there's a boy for me some place. We'll get married and when we do, well, I want to be a virgin for him-every girl really wants to."
Another interviewee said, "No, Sireee, I don't dig that jazz at all. At least the things I do won't get me pregnant. I couldn't stand that."
And still another Baby-Pro of fourteen said, "There had to be something that a girl doesn't give, especially a girl doing the work that I do. So, I do everything for myself something that they can't buy."
Some Baby-Pros withhold the gift of their virginity by their own choice. Others are driven to substitute deviations for usual sexual methods because of the complexities of their emotional lives, because of the problems that have been instrumental in making them a Baby-Pro in the first place.
The cases which follow demonstrate some of the sexual aberrations Baby-Pros submit to in order to answer the desires of their customers. Some of them are answering the call of their own confused sexuality. Others are saving their virginity for the boy they hope one day to marry. And still others are merely doing their job, answering their own material wishes in an extraordinary manner. The cases are presented in their grossness without an attempt at psychological diagnosis or society's complicity in the plight of the Baby-Pros.
CASE HISTORY
"Don't worry about a thing," Betty's pimp told her. "The customer will let you know what he wants."
"And you're sure I won't have to, to-, " betty asked nervously.
"For the tenth time, NO!" he growled.
With this, fifteen year old Betty K., a truant from school, stepped out of the car and proceeded to the motel unit where her first customer waited.
He was a plump, middle-aged man who wore a constant smile upon his face. His hands were plump, too, and he rubbed them together in a nervous gesture as soon as Betty entered the room.
The preliminaries were quickly concluded. Then the customer asked, "Did Henry tell you anything about me, about how I like to do it?"
"No. He said you'd explain things to me," she answered.
The man flushed a bit, then said, "Well, it's pretty difficult to put into words. Suppose I just suppose we just well, get acquainted."
Betty nodded although she didn't understand what the man meant. He poured them each a drink from a bottle that he took from his suitcase. Drinking was not new to Betty. She regularly drank with the man who had become her manager.
When they finished their drink the man rubbed his hands together then moved to embrace Betty. She allowed it. Much later in her life she described this first customer as a "very pawy person." His hands worked all over her body, touched at her breasts, her thighs and at her buttocks. But Betty, already observant in the way of males' reaction to her body, did not see a sign of phallic response from the man. It puzzled her.
Soon, she broke away from his embrace, and, practicing professionally for the first time that which she had often done of her own accord with others, she turned and unzipped the side of her slick, tight dress. She dropped it from one shoulder, then turned and looked at her customer. He ogled her. But when she stared to lower the dress further he stepped toward her.
"No, dear," he said. "Not like that. Do it slowly. You know, tease me a little."
"Like a strip tease dancer?" Betty asked. "Yes, that will do fine."
Betty moved more slowly. She slipped her dress off one shoulder then walked close to the man. She turned in front of him, then lowered the dress until it showed the beginning bulge of one large breast. Then she proceeded in the same manner with the other shoulder strap until the dress was free of her shoulders. She held it bunched at her breasts and posed before the man. He was still without phallic reaction. Betty circled again then dropped the dress to the floor.
The customer gasped when Betty stretched a bit, allowing him a full view of her body in a half slip, strapless bra, nylons, and high heeled shoes.
Teasingly slow, she removed her bra permitting sight of her first one nipple-pointed breast, then the other. Again the customer issued a sound of intense passion. Betty looked closely at him and again saw that he had not responded physically to her nearly naked body. She dropped the bra to the floor. Then she removed her half slip and panties. And then, moving like a model, she paraded in nothing but nylons, a garter belt and the high-heeled shoes.
After she had performed as she had been expected to, Betty removed the remainder of her clothes. She looked at the man, a look of inquisitiveness in her eyes. He answered her unspoken question by hurrying out of his clothing, then facing her. As he raised, Betty was shocked to observe that potency still had not come to him.
She moved close to him.
He smiled and said, "I'm ready."
"You are?"
"Yes." He turned from her and went into the bathroom. She heard him rummaging in another suitcase. When he returned he carried a long, black whip.
Betty gasped, crossed her hands in front of her and took a step backwards.
The man smiled, more broadly, then said, "No, sweetie, it's not for" you-it's for me."
Betty emitted a long breath. Then the man handed her the whip and stepped back several paces.
Betty had heard of men who liked to be whipped. She pulled the whip far behind her, then snapped it forward. The end struck crisply against the man's chest. His body jerked. His expression looked pleasurable. She struck him again, this time across the stomach and again he jolted and looked very, very pleased.
"Lower, doll-lower, please," he whispered at her.
Betty stung him hard across the thighs. As she drew the whip behind her again she saw that this last cruel swipe had caused what her body had failed at producing. The man erected, bolted upright like a strong jack-in-the-box.
It inspired her. She struck him again, then again and again, each stroke harder than the one before it. He bled profusely. He was raw and open and gasping erotically, but he stood straight and anxious before the singing whip. And then he moved closer to Betty. She continued to strike him even as he approached, bringing her aim downward until she could strike again and again at the rigid extension of his manhood. She felt a gathering thrill within him bend in submission to the whip, that, instead, he seemed to gain added strength as he was ravished.
At last the man stopped before her. Betty paused. Then he bent before her. Betty brought the whip down hard across his back. It sliced him open from shoulder to waist. He uttered a small cry of sexual delight, then reached and lifted Betty's bare foot. He hesitated.
"Let me adore you," he said, looking up at her. "Let me love you while you strike me-there-on the back."
He bent and kissed the arch of her foot. Betty brought the whip upon his back, quickly raised it and struck again. And all the time the man bent low over her foot, kissing it, rubbing his tongue over the arch of it, bending his own head low in order to kiss the sole, then raising to sweep his tongue over all of it as high as the ankle.
And at last it was over. Betty issued a series of strikes that marked him and massed him bloody over all of his back as his kisses became more desperate and passionate.
When he cried out as his body jerked convulsively, Betty knew that she had completed him, had bestowed that which she had been paid to place.
And when he raised and stood straight before her again as she dropped the whip to the floor, she could see the mark that her own marks had caused.
A bit sheepishly, he turned from her and headed for the bathroom.
Within fifteen minutes, Betty had left the motel room. Many years later, explaining her introduction to off-beat sex, Betty said that it was the "easiest money I ever made. And, I'm still making it and I'm still a virgin."
CASE HISTORY
Patty K. had been developed as a specialist by the prostitution ring for whom she worked. Only fourteen with long blonde hair descending to her waist, and with small, little-girl-puffs of breasts stretching taut and brazenly forward, she was a favorite of many customers-a favorite for cunnilingus, her only sexual activity.
According to later statements made by this fourteen year old beauty, cunnilingus served two purposes; satisfaction of her customers and immense sexual thrill for herself. It wasn't always that way for Patty K. She was midway through her second score of customers after three months of operation as a Baby-Pro before experiencing an orgasm. It was a vital moment for Patty. It established the course of her entire sex life.
Intent about her virginity-intent, too, and fearful of pregnancies-Patty K. was easily convinced by her immediate supervisor that cunnilingus offered many advantages. She didn't know exactly how many until the night she met the tall, very dark man whose body was covered with hair. He attended her like a lover, not a visitor of whores.
Patty started with him as she did with all her customers. She smiled, pretended a passionate appraisal of the man, then quickly undressed. When she was nude and working her fingers on his clothing, helping him to undress, the man laughed.
"You're a cute little bug," he said. "Tell me, do you ever get anything out of all this?"
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"You know-kicks. Do you get a kick out of letting men make love to you?"
Patty had learned that men often paid tips when they were credited with providing excitement. "Sure," she answered.
"You're a little liar," the man told her. Then he grinned knowledgeably and added, "But maybe I'm the one who can change all that for you."
It was Patty's procedure to prepare her customers by undressing them. Although her function as a Baby-Pro was to present herself as a subject for cunnilingus alone, she learned early that nudity in the male enabled them to arrive more quickly at their climax, thus freeing her for a greater number of customers per night. Some of the cunnilinguially centered customers expected her masturbatory attentions while they invoked their orality upon her body. Nudity was desired under such circumstances.
When the hairy-bodied man was undressed, Patty looked at all of his body. She made her eyes go round as she pretended excitement for all that was revealed to her. The man laughed again, then led her to the large bed.
Patty recoiled from his. kiss after they had stretched together on the bed. She had never allowed kisses between herself and her customers. But the man insisted and Patty relented. He explored her mouth with his tongue, plunged it alternately hard and gentle within her lips much as if this preliminary activity was meant to preview the cunnilingual act he would soon bring to her lower body. Patty found that she did not mind the kisses a bit. They even excited her a little, compelling her to reach out and grasp the hard thrust of her customer's manhood. She continued to hold him as he left her mouth and began a gradual descent of her body, kissing as he moved from neck to breasts. But when she began a light manipulation of his phallus, he rebuked her, moved her hand away from him altogether.
Soon, he was busy at her belly, kissing there with the same intensity he had displayed for her young lips. And then at last he was at the prize for which he had paid.
Patty's movements were well practiced. She faked a gasp of pleasure and shifted her body a bit on its side. She parted her legs, making a parenthesis of them within which the man could move if he so desired. He did. Patty clasped him to her, and when the man shifted in a way that stretched his legs to her head she again reached out to grasp him. Again, he brushed her hand aside.
First, the customer kissed the thighs which imprisoned him. It was a new experience for Patty and quite pleasurable. She liked the feeling of love it gave her to have the man's tongue flicking at her flesh. And it apparently stimulated her to a considerable degree for when he left that area to pierce sharp-tongued at the orifice of her girlhood, she gasped again. This time it was real for she felt suddenly hot and taut, like a spring being pushed down and made ready for release. This, too, was a new experience for Patty. And when she heard the man moan in his mounting passion, it excited her, made her feel that she was something to be loved rather than a paid-for-subject.
Suddenly, the man paused. The lull made Patty feel that something important was about to happen. The man made a deliberate spread of her young body, then lowered to her once again. Gently, very, very tenderly, the man nicked the tip of his tongue against her clitoris. Patty cried out and arched tighter against him.
The man was deft. He was teasing. He was very, very thorough and obviously anxious to please her for he alternated his speeds, went racing fast, then paused until Patty's thrust her body, then slowly caressed her again, starting slowly and moving faster and faster.
And Patty ceased all thoughts. She could no longer think of the act in purely professional terms. No longer did she think of her night's schedule and the other customers who awaited. She thrust and arched and moaned and cried and whimpered sounds of passion's magnitude.
Near the end the man made one adjustment of their position. He crammed one of Patty's legs between his own thighs and pinched hard. It was the signal for the act's end.
Patty screamed when he brought the final dash of his tongue to her clitoris. Unmindful of the danger of a scream, not even caring if it brought police down upon her, she screamed and cried and hollered out the verbalization of her sensation's bursting.
When they disengaged their bodies, Patty noticed that she had been too intent upon her own erupting emotions to observe that it had also marked an end for her customer. He was depleted, and the smear of his ejaculation was upon her leg where he had held it between his thighs.
Patty became addicted to clitoral satisfaction through the media of cunnilingus. Months later as an experiment with herself, she tried both sexual intercourse and self-masturbation, but neither act provided her with a climax. She continued to serve as a subject for those men who required an oral giving for their own satisfaction. Patty served for years as a Virgin Baby-Pro, then she was arrested and sentenced to a woman's prison.
CASE HISTORY
Vera T. always wore dark glasses. It made her look mysterious. It also served to conceal her eyes which were usually puffy and blackened.
Vera learned about sadists when she was twelve. Her father beat her upon the slightest excuse. When she was thirteen, she began to look forward to the beatings and would contrive to commit some act which would enrage her father. It wasn't difficult. Mr. T. became enraged over most anything.
When she was fifteen, Vera met the man who was to become her pimp. He beat her, too. And with him, while suffering the final volley of his blows about her waist and loins, she experienced an intense orgasm. From that point onward, Vera served as a Baby-Pro subject for those men who attained their sexual satisfactions through the beating of females.
Vera's customers were select. They were limited, too. Rarely did the fifteen year old beauty serve more than one or two men a week.
Almost always, Vera's pattern was the same. Her pimp would make the arrangements. Vera would meet her client. They would chat, sometimes even have a drink together. Then Vera would undress, giving special attention to the way her body was revealed to the man, making sure that he fully appreciated her large breasts, flat stomach, shapely legs, and jutting buttocks. The bruises on her body did not detract from her beauty. Sometimes they served to hyper-excite the customer.
When she was nude and had paraded in front of the man who was to beat her, she allowed him to touch all of her body. Usually he enjoyed this gentle predecessor to violence and took a lot of time fondling her breasts, picking at her indented nipples, rubbing the flat of his hands over the smooth surface of her belly and thighs, and exploring all of the beauty he would soon damage.
When the preliminaries were over, Vera usually took a position against a wall and faced her violator. Sometimes he struck her lightly at first, playing at hitting her breasts and making them crush inward or swish from side to side. But when his violence increased, Vera was not safe from his fury. Anything could happen. And orgasm always happened.
Describing the event of her first commercial venture as a subject for sadists, Vera has provided this report with the pattern of her Baby-Prohood.
She met her first customer at a cabin. He was a small man and meek looking. He was one of the city's most distinguished citizens, one who had sublimated his female-dominated life into civic endeavors and achievements.
"He hardly seemed the type to hurt me," Vera has recalled.
But he did.
Vera smiled and moved her naked body away from where the little man was sitting in a big chair while he sipped at a highball. She moved to the far wall of the cabin and stretched on her toes, making her stomach indent as her breasts loomed out at him.
The man smiled and finished his drink. Then he walked to where Vera stood. His eyes traveled over all of her body, looking brazenly at her hips and legs and breasts and at the sparse mark of her young womanhood. Then, keeping his eyes glued to her body, he undressed.
When the man was nude, two things surprised Vera; the size of his phallus and its unresponsiveness. It seemed incredible that he was not erect and anxious.
But then the man curled his fingers into tight fists and walked closer and Vera ceased other considerations. The man smiled a soft smile, then drew his fist back and struck Vera hard across her right breast. She gasped and bent over a bit, but then she was straightened when the little man moved in closer and zoomed an uppercut to her chin. For a moment she thought she might faint, but then the man struck her breast again and the feeling changed, went from queasiness to interest and then to excitement.
For a long time the man struck only at Vera's breasts, pounding series of hard blows. And as he crushed and bruised her flesh and dented her nipples inward Vera ceased feeling the injury that was being done her. In its place she felt the first rumble of mounting thrill.
When he was panting hard and seemed near exhaustion, the little man stood back and looked at the work he had done. And Vera looked at him and saw that he had changed, that he was now extended to her in the hardest, most masculine way. The sight of him had another aphrodisiac effect on Vera. Her loins heated and her nipples, although battered and bruised, flamed hot and stretched tautly outward.
The man's breathing evened and he stepped close again. Now, his blows sought a lower area. His fists rained havoc at Vera's flat stomach and at her hips, and then, after another slight pause, at her thighs and upon the triangle that called her woman.
Vera moaned a low, passionate call, one that sounded as if it had been a long time coming. At the same time her body jolted in reaction to violence upon her womanhood. She felt swollen and bubbly, rising like a balloon and ready for bursting. And she loved the feeling and arched deeply, presenting a better target of herself for the man's anxious fists.
He moved close to her body. Vera could feel the thrust of his virility as it swished against her thighs. Then he breathed deeply, bent his head, opened his mouth and lashed his teeth to one breast, bit hard, and at the same time crashed a series of low uppercuts to her thighs which parted in welcome for the pain he could bring.
"Ohh, Christ!" she screamed. "H-H-H-Hiiiiiiittttt, me. Yeees, harder! HARDER!"
He did hit her harder. And he clinched his teeth more sharply upon her breast, too, so sharply that blood dribbled, mixed with his saliva, then ran a ragged course down her front.
The little man hit Vera hard a final time between her partly opened thighs and it marked the climax toward which she had been gradually building. She cried out, clinched her thighs tightly together, opened them, clinched them shut again, then weaved them in and out spasmodically as if she were fanning the feeling to a higher level. She screamed and hollered and mumbled incoherent cries of the most fantastic kind of sensation. When the man stepped back, she grasped both her breasts and squeezed them hard, pinching the nipples out as if they were meant to pop from their moulds.
And then she crumbled to her hands and knees upon the floor, crying, breathing deeply, her body stammering as it sought quiet from the intensity of her feelings.
Finally, her body calmed and she raised her head. The customer was standing to one side. He, too, had calmed his body. His head was bent in a shameful pose as he looked at the marks upon himself that were the symbol of his sexuality, that release which had come from violence, not love.
This incident was the beginning for Vera, a beginning that established her masochistic sexual responses which endeared her to the long line of men she serviced-those men who found release for their sadistic impulses.
CASE HISTORY
When Tina Steer was arrested, sentenced, and finally met a clinical psychologist to tell the circumstances of her life which had led to her imprisonment for prostitution, it seemed impossible that a fourteen year old girl could, in these few years, have experienced such sexual variety. But her story was established as true-depressingly true.
Tina took great pride in the fact that she was a virgin. She was a dreamer, too. Although she had already experienced sexual interludes with hundreds of men, Tina still dreamed the Cinderella-dreams of a Prince who would one day claim her as his own. Her fantasies, the psychologist claimed, directed her toward sexual deviations that allowed her to remain a virgin: permitted her the one true gift she could still bestow upon one who might someday love her and seek her as a mate.
Tina was just thirteen when she confronted her first customer as a Baby-Pro. She met him after her junior-high school classes were finished for the day. Oddly, Tina, although operating as a young prostitute, never missed school, did well in her studies and was the favorite of several of her teachers. No one had any reason to suspect her of a secret life.
Tina's first job required very little of her. The man was fiftyish and not inclined toward any sexual act except stimulated self-masturbation. He was kindly, too, and explained in a gentle voice that he wanted Tina merely to undress as he watched her, that she need fear nothing, not even a innocent touch from him.
Tina did as she was told. She even elaborated a bit in her disrobing and of her own accord put some of the tease into the act.
Slowly, she moved around the room. Facing the man, she undid the buttons of her school girl blouse and parted it. The man's eyes glistened as he looked at the bra which was exposed to him. Tina's breasts, still undeveloped, only slightly filled the bra, yet they were rounded and smooth and very fresh looking with all the promise of firm, bloating, full-nippled maturity.
Tina disbanded her blouse. She paraded again, then loosened and stepped out of her skirt. This time when she paused in front of the middle-aged man she saw that there was a hard and pressuring knot pushing his trousers outward from his thigh. She has reported that she felt amused rather than excited, and a bit proud that her young body had created this in him.
Deliberately moving slower when the man began to breathe heavier, Tina kicked off her loafers and got rid of her bobby sox. Then she paraded again in her half slip and bra. And then she paused and unfastened the bra. She shook her shoulders free of it, unhooked the clasp in the back, then held it bunched in front of her a few seconds before lowering it and throwing it to the floor.
The man emitted a sound of pleasure for her young breasts, for their innocent roundness and the pinkening nipples which still hid within their moulds like frightened children. And when Tina slipped out of her slip and revealed the flow of her hips and the long line of her limbs as they were accentuated by the very brief panties she wore, the man gasped aloud and moved his right hand in front of him to cover the jam of his masculinity. His fingers entwined the thrust of himself.
Tina walked in a circle. When she had completed it and again turned toward her paying paramour she saw that he had lowered the zipper of his trousers and had exposed himself. She was startled at the sudden display of manly flesh. But very soon it was partially concealed from her as he grasped hard and began a slow but heavy manipulation.
At this point, Tina reported, she felt "powerful." She knew that without the slightest contact of her body to the man's she could still motivate him toward a climax-that fascinating end that marked the ultimate of all that men sought. She smiled as he panted, bent a bit, and wrung himself like a washrag. Then she stooped over and lowered the panties from her hips to her thighs to her knees to her calves and finally to her ankles where she stepped out of them.
As Tina straightened to present all of her nudity to her customer, he gasped again, made a long and eerie wheeze of passion as he jerked harder upon the instrument of that passion. And Tina knew that she need move no more, that her mere naked presence was enough to send the man flying to that frantic and intense land of self-love gratification.
The man arched. He thrust. He jerked and wrestled and fought himself in a circle, back and forth, in a circle again, then forward and back in a constant motion of extension and withdraw that seemed, Tina thought, meant to break him, rupture him, tear him in half and leave him split and open. It excited her to see the man so intent upon the action on his body while he used her own as an aphrodisiac. She moved closer. Then still closer. And at last she was within inches of the steaming action he jambled to himself and she knew that this added closeness was the last thing that was needed to finish him, bring him over the hill of his climb to thrill so that he could know relief, quiet, peace.
He finished while crying out sounds of insane pleasure. Tina watched as he fought himself to depletion, as he twisted and turned and withdrew and extended and crunched and ground himself in a whirl of final giving. And even as he attained a final contact of his body to hers by means of his wild flying seed, she watched, fascinated, a little bewildered, but very, very gratified that she had caused this immense reaction.
Tina's first customer was not precedent for those who followed. During her brief span of professional baby-prostitution Tina met less than a dozen other men who found their satisfaction in self-manipulation. But between them, she knew nearly every type of deviation. She submitted enthusiastically to fellatio, cunnilingus, voyeurism, and the fetishisms that a tuned her to the whip, to leather, to high-spiked heels grinding into a nude man's groin, to breast-addiction, mutual masturbation, and other sexual encounters that ruptured her innocence at the same time that they saved her virginity.