Chapter 3
Motivation Of The Baby-Pros
When queried as to the motivations behind the illicit patterns of the Baby-Pros, one of Chicago's leading psychiatrists said, "The sexually delinquent girl is a complexity of emotions, any one of which could lead her to prostitution. Now, many times a girl who is not sexually delinquent will have these 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 thirty-nine Baby-Pros reviewed recently by a police psychiatrist and his staff it would seem that the Baby-Pros 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 Baby-Pros, four definite motivations appear to stand out as the strongest compelling forces in their lives: Hostility, The Electra Complex, Material desires, and the Castration Wish.
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 most girls. It is usually resolved late in life. And for some Oedipally inclined females, 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 teenagers 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 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 Baby-Pros. And hostility is the motivation behind most of their promiscuity.
Some sexual delinquents who have become Baby-Pros have done so for the pure materiality the act brings; money, gifts, sometimes a different status. Although other motivations are usually compelling factors, material gain also serves to spur many early teenage girls into prostitution.
The so-called Castration Wish motivates a large number of girls toward promiscuity and eventual Baby-Proism. This complex has been described as the subconscious drive to castrate, or take away the masculinity of males. It is part of the girl's first subconscious feelings, usually first directed toward her father. The wish to castrate stems from deeply-rooted feelings of inadequacies within the female because she does not possess a penis, has lost it or been denied it, she believes. Early sexual intercourse will, for some girls, feed her castration wish because once involved in the act she is "psychically" performing a castration upon the male (hiding, or taking his penis from him).
A university psychologist recently said that there are as many reasons behind a sexual delinquent's actions as there are motivations in us all, that the only difference is the path that is taken. True or not, it is significant to this report on Baby-Pros that the following cases enunciate the motivations of Hostility, The Electra Complex, Materiality, and the Castration Wish.
CASE HISTORY
Sally Keever's first memories were those of family prayer led by her father, a deacon in a small town church who was kiddingly accused by acquaintances of "trying to be holier than God."
God, the bible, and Mr. Keever's constant damnation of anything that did not conform to his rigid, sometimes fanatical principles, dominated Sally's early life. She once told her psychiatrist that she was "forced to spend more time on my knees than on my feet."
Sally's mother was dominated, too. A frightened, unattractive woman, she feared not to do her husband's bidding on even the smallest matter.
Sally hated her life and she had no opportunity to know any other. A special grievance of her young life were the family "open confession" sessions her father imposed upon his family thrice weekly. During these long, boresome meetings everyone in the family, especially Sally and her two younger brothers, were coerced into "confessing their sins and begging for forgiveness." Confessions confused Sally. So did sin. She really didn't know what is was. When, on rare occasions she would claim no sins to confess, she was the subject of brutal verbalizations 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. Keever 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 Sally 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. This was also the age that Sally began to dream of boys, those who were in her classes at school, those of the Sunday School, boys, boys, everywhere.
When Sally Keever turned twelve she began to masturbate. Upon the occasion of her self-induced orgasm she felt the 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 Thursday night family prayer meeting.
"Confess your sins, my children," Mr. Keever 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. Keever was not.
"I've done something terrible," Sally said, jumping up from her knees and facing her father as if he were God.
"Good. Confess child and all will be well with you again," Mr. Keever told her.
"I've-I've-oh, God help me, 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, father forgive me, I like the feeling, the way I seem to rise and go high up into the heavens--. "
"Shut up!" Mr. Keever hollered, his face flushing purple. "Shut up, shut up, shut up! No daughter of mine can confess such a thing, no child of my seed could have done such a thing-so-so-shut up-be quiet-go to your room and stay on your knees until I release you."
Sally 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-standard Christianity. And she thought of the feeling that she knew when she had touched at her clitoris and swelled until her sensations busted.
Mr. Keever's punishment was severe. Sally 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 Sally 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, the aloofness of him that made her feel vile and leper-like. Deliberately, while on her knees during the month of her punishment, Sally did not pray or 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. Sex was the media.
When Sally was thirteen and a half she provoked her seduction. The circumstances of that seduction are a stunning example of the role hostility played in her introduction to sex and her eventual emergence as a Baby-Pro.
Sally had a regular 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. The seventeen year old captain of the team was a special dream-figure for Sally. She had had a crush on him for months and had even used him as the subject of her fantasies when masturbating; a habit that a month of punishment did not quiet.
Sally contrived to be in the church's cloak room as the basketball team exited 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 as it was revealed from that position. Her skirt pulled high above her knees, her buttocks jutted outward, and her breasts pushed boldly against the soft sweater that she wore.
It was the custom of Ted Stewart, captain of the team, to leave the meeting last. Sally knew it. He didn't disappoint her this Wednesday night.
"Hey, you're going to break your neck," he said, stopping and looking into the cloak room.
Sally laughed, then purposely stumbled a bit. Ted rushed to her rescue and caught her about the waist.
Sally 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. Ted did not release her. She faced him.
"You all right now?" he asked.
"Sure, just fine," she answered.
Sally felt Ted's hands trembling on her waist. She sensed that the moment marked a turning point in their lives, and at the same time she recalled the bitterness she felt for her father.
She smiled at Ted, then, calling upon a sophistication she did not know she possessed, she raised her face and said, "Don't you want to kiss me, Ted?"
He gulped and pressured her close.
Their lips met as innocent strangers, but they soon opened and their tongues thrust, lively and hot and anxious to demonstrate their young yearning. Sally felt the stab of Ted's heated passion against her thighs. She 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. Sally felt dazed. She thought of the resistance that she should offer, considered that it was really more appealing for a girl to act indignant at such intimacies. But again a flashing memory of her father invaded her mind and she knew that, for her at least, subtleties could never be indicated.
Sally lowered her hand between their pressing bodies. She grasped hard at Ted's young manhood.
"Ohhhh, Sally," he breathed, moving his mouth to the side and whispering into her ear. Then, his, voice trembling and sounding as if he sought a worldliness that was not yet his, he said, "I've-I've just got to have you, Sally."
"I know," she answered. "I feel the same way."
Ted gained confidence. His hand found its way inside her bra and squeezed at flesh and nipple. And Sally reacted by a greater clutching of her hand upon him. Ted bent her far backwards and Sally was ready to slacken to the cloak room floor when the imp of her mind reminded her once more of her father and the hostility she felt for him.
"Not here," she said quickly. "Come on-I have a better place."
She separated her body from Ted's, then grasped his hand and led him out of the cloak room and down the middle aisle of the church. At the railed entrance to the altar, she paused, then breathed deeply and led the boy up the threee altar stairs where the huge cross shined brightly upon them. She hesitated another moment then led her young lover into the choir loft.
"Here," she said. "Nobody can see us here even if they come in." She sank to the thickly carpeted floor where she was hid from outside observance by the high railings.
"Here?" Ted exclaimed.
"Yes."
"Oh, my God," he groaned.
Sally was a skirmish of movement. She hiked her skirt high above her hips, then arched and removed her panties. And then she brazed white and womanly and very brazenly up at the seventeen year old boy. He could stand it no longer. He sank to his knees before her.
There was a moment's embarrassment for both of them as Ted fumbled at his clothing. And then there was the naked freedom he achieved and Sally's hands upon him, guiding him, offering stimulation and confidence as she urged him closer and closer.
When Ted finally thrust hard as she arched to meet him, Sally cried out. But as he came to her again the sound changed to a murmur of delight.
Their mouths met again as Ted's young, slim hips bounded fast and recklessly. And Sally, feeling him close, then closer, then away from her before he came close again, arched and ground her body with all her might, all her passion and energy and great, great hostility.
Sally did not achieve an orgasm from her first act of sexual intercourse. She was close, was beginning to bubble high and had nearly reached the point of overflowing when Ted gasped, shot to her again, then gasped again as the flow of his youth left him for the first time. But, even as she experienced some physical irritation because of the climax she had been denied, Sally also felt great emotional satisfaction, for she had found an outlet for the vital hostility that she felt for her father.
Sally and Ted met many times in the future. Always, Sally insisted that they make love in the choir loft. Finally, she became impregnanted, was sent to an Un-Wed Mother's Home, delivered a baby which was immediately put up for adoption, and was released from the home. She did not return to her parents. For awhile she drifted the streets and worked as a waitress. Then she met a middle-aged man with connections. She became a Baby-Pro, thrust beneath hundreds of men before her arrest for prostitution. And, with every man, with every lurch of her young body, hostility played its part in the sex act.
Regarding the case of Sally Keever, a psychiatrist recently said, "This poor child was motivated toward sex and prostitution because of the hostility she felt for her father. The setting for sex-the choir loft-was a direct slap at her father and his over-Christianization. It was a revolt against him and against the hypocrisy he exhibited. And when Sally became pregnant and faced her father to tell him of this event, it was hostility which motivated her, too."
CASE HISTORY
Jennie's father considered himself a liberal and deemed 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 Jennie, as was her habit, slept with them.
"People should be honest about sex," said Jennie's psychiatrist after an initial interview with her. "But, in Jennie's case, her father's liberality became indiscreet resulting in an over-stimulation of the child's latent Oedipal leanings."
Jennie was a great pal of her father. They went many places together and shared nearly everything. Jennie's mother often felt left out of things because of this close father-daughter relationship.
Jennie has reported that she loved to share the bed of her mother and father. Nightmares were the excuse for Jennie's entrance to the marital bed, but a father-fixation was the motivating factor.
"I use to hate it when my mother and father were making love," Jennie had admitted. "But mostly T hated my mother. I guess I was jealous of her."
Jennie's 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 gigantic hurt. Her sadness did not lessened until her mother, forced by financial problems, was forced to take a roomer into her home.
The man was fifty-ish. He was attractive. He was very attentive to Jennie who, at fifteen, had grown into a beautiful and voluptuously built young woman.
And for the father-deprived girl the man answered the call of her neglected girlhood. He answered, too, her need for a father.
Jennie and the roomer became great companions. They went many places together, duplicating for Jennie that life she had known when her father was present. Jennie's 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 her husband. The mother's resentment was not alone. Jennie resented her mother. She could not free herself of the thought that it was her mother who had caused her father's desertion. (Psychiatrists have claimed that this was a convenient psychological way for Jennie to avoid the ego-destroying realization of her father's guilt in the matter.)
The roomer, a salesman, had been out of town for a week immediately preceding the circumstance that united him and the fifteen year old Jennie in their first sexual adventure.
Jennie had been 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. It was the first touch of their bodies that was not plutonic. Jennie 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 at this time. He waited until he was in his room, then called for Jennie 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 Jennie opened it, she found a gleaming bracelet. 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 plutonic. He crushed her to him and kissed her hard, rupturing her young lips with his tongue, nibbling at her ear lobes and finally bringing both hands to knead at her breasts.
Jennie 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 Jennie 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 hurried out of his own clothing.
Jennie was aghast at the stretch of his masculinity. It was beyond any experience, even beyond the sexual fantasies she had created from the age of ten.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Jennie," he said.
"I know," she answered. "You wouldn't-you couldn't hurt me."
They embraced again, then fell upon the bed. The middle-aged 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 at the under-sides of her thighs. And Jennie breathed heavily and trembled excitedly.
Soon, Jennie received a surprise.
"Now you do the same to me," the roomer instructed. "Kiss you."
"Yes. All over."
The man stretched on his back on the bed.
Jennie 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.
Jennie duplicated her teacher'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 strolled her tongue across his chest, at his waist, a bit lower, and then, avoiding the strength of him, at his thighs.
"You can kiss me there, too," the man said softly.
"Kiss you there?"
"Yes. Very hard there."
Jennie's 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 which 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 giving. The man's arching body and strong fingers guided her expertly. And they stopped her and pulled her away from him at the very moment when it seemed that she was unstoppable.
"No more, no more," he chanted. "No more of that now."
Gasping, Jennie raised and looked at him. The man raised, too. Then he urged Jennie to the edge of the bed. She sat there as he crawled out of the bed and stood facing her. Then, very gently, he shifted her so that she faced the bed. 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 Jennie had another surprise. The man did not touch at that place or receivership as she had anticipated. Instead, he stretched her buttocks wide and pressured against the opening they revealed.
"This way this time, Jennie," he said, breathing hard. "I can't take a chance the other way-not with me out of-we can't take a chance on you getting a baby. So--. "
He lurched forward. Jennie felt the grind of his entrance, but she felt it minus the sexual thrill she had expected. But 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 thrilled him, knew that it was so because of the sighs and moans and short cries that issued from him.
The middle-aged man reached his climax quickly. Jennie 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.
"It should be different, Jennie," he advised. "Really?"
"Of course." 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, Jennie joined his action. And then they were engaged, locked in opposite-number fashion, each pouring their orality to the other.
When the man paused, made a slight separation with one hand, then brought his kisses hard against
Jennie's clitoris, she yelped, cried, and stammered sounds of genuine passion. And while she cried and continued to give of her own inventions, brought originality to her act as she flicked her tongue against the length of him, paused, consumed, fought him hard for awhile, then went gentle and kissing once more.
They ended with their legs locked around each others head. An Jennie, 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 Jennie on the bursting of her body, that she was hardly aware that she had caused a new climax for her lover, unaware of this even as she sputtered and gurgled him to release.
Jennie and the roomer continued as none-penetrating lovers for six months. Then, after much preparation by the roomer, they joined in an act of sexual intercourse. At first it was unsatisfying for her. The man took care of this the best way possible. Upon withdrawing from her and hearing her cries of frustration, he lowered to orally provide at that place which he had just left.
Jennie, after some score of interludes, began to achieve an orgasm through the means of sexual intercourse, without the added orality needed. She became an addict, pursued her lover wantonly, engaged with him as often as possible, even forced him to sex when he was disinclined and incapable.
Finally, Jennie, with her lover, attended a party of some of his friends. She met a new man, a gambler and syndicate-oriented man of middle years. He made a date with Jennie. They engaged sexually. Taken with her youth, and the experience she exhibited, he suggested that she let sex provide for her financial wants. She agreed. He put her in the care of an experienced Madame who operated a ring of teenaged prostitutes. She became the favorite of many customers, was sought after because of her abilities at achieving a climax through both the means of intercourse and cunnilingus. She prospered for a year before arrest placed her within the opportunity for psychiatric counseling.
"Jennie was acting out the ages old Electra Complex with every man she sexually serviced," said her psychiatrist. "Father desertion-her early sexual attitudes-her growth and experience-all these things fed the latency of her Oedipal strivings until at last they were consciously demonstrated through early aged sexuality and the eventual prostitution toward which she drifted."
CASE HISTORY
Libby began saving pennies when she was five. At ten, she helped herself to change in her mother's purse. At twelve she was nearly a psychopathic liar about the things she claimed to have-those things that would never be her lot; an expensive home and furnishings, servants, trust funds, stocks, bonds, jewelry and cars. Some of Libby's 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 resided.
Libby was thirteen when she consented to masturbate a neighbor boy for the sum of one dollar. She did the act without emotion, intent only upon the dollar that she had tucked into her amply filled bra. During this same year of "innocence" Libby sold her virginity for the five dollar bill a twenty year old grocery clerk extended before her greedy eyes. The boy's boss, a hulking man of forty-five, had her for ten dollars. Her reputation zoomed. But Libby never considered prostitution as her calling until she was reported to authorities and placed in a juvenile home for delinquent girls.
In the home Libby met an older girl. They became close friends. Soon, they became lovers. The lesbian act provided for the first climax of Libby's young life. And it set the pattern for the only means of sexual gratification she was ever to know.
This is the way Libby, in psychotherapeutic recall, described the event.
"I liked this gal, see. 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."
Libby may have been casual about her introduction to lesbianism, however, it marked the beginning of a life that was oriented toward this abnormality.
When Libby was released from the detention home she immediately called the telephone number her friend had given her. The man made arrangements to meet her. When he did, he made arrangements for her career as a Baby-Pro.
Libby was very beneficial to her employers. She would do anything for money. (Money, to Libby, her psychiatrist once claimed, represented a sexuality and security she couldn't possibly understand, a psychic dilemma that was akin to her gross lying, her dreams, her poverty-heavy environment.)
Between her fifteenth and seventeenth birthdays, Libby learned and participated in the rudiments of nearly every sexual deviation and fetish known. She submitted to beatings, 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 smoker cheered. But through it all, Libby remained immune to sexual climax, remained that way, that is, 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 Tracey again," Libby has said.
The recreation of that scene is pertinent to this report in that it demonstrates the rapidity in which Libby knew a climax with another girl while at the same time she remained frigid to all sexual activity by men.
Alone in the room they shared as Baby-Pros, Libby and Tracey 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. And then they fell on the bed.
Only hours free from official authority, Tracey was an aggressive lesbian lover. She kissed Libby's bare body rapturously, then at last, and hurriedly, crouched at the younger girls' thighs.
Tracey bolted forward like any man-lover. She ground the hard extension of her clitoris to the arching body of Libby. They thrust and fought together much as if they were man and woman lovers. And Libby's sensations soared, flew high and exploded, faded a bit, then erupted again, and then still again before they finally quieted and rested.
Libby remained a Baby-Pro until her last teen year, at which time youth was gone, forcing her to the hardened life of a full grown prostitute. During her years of prostitution, Libby never experienced sexual satisfaction from a male. She remained the lesbian lover of her roommate Tracey until they were parted by new arrests and detentions.
CASE HISTORY
It has been said that women, although they blush at the word "castration," are largely motivated by that complex's drives.
So it was with Alice Q. She was fourteen, had long, auburn hair, green eyes, and a body that shouted sexuality. Alice was shy until she embarked upon her menstrual cycle at thirteen years of age. Then she became giddy and bold. Then she became aggressive toward boys.
One of Alice'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 inadequacies when she observed her father's penis and her own absence 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 to her father-and to all men-as the species that had caused this inadequacy.
During her fourteenth year, Alice became a truant from school, a police subject, and a fledgling Baby-Pro. And at the base of her mighty, unquenchable sexual drive there was the psychic wish to castrate all men.
Using police reports and the records of Alice's psychiatric interviews, it is possible to recount her feelings during her sexual acts, all of which enunciated her emotions that were directed, and dedicated, to the destruction of masculinity.
Alice gave her virginity to the middle-aged caretaker of the apartment building where she lived. After that, she was indiscriminate about her copulations. She submitted to any and all who wanted her. Many did, for she was sexually attractive with a body that was molded perfectly and fluid moving.
A friend of Alice's father made the opportunity to be alone with her because she had 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 fool around with lots of men I don't like."
"Oh, do you?" he said.
"Sure. It's even more fun that way."
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.
Alice's eyes were cold when they reclined 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 allowed only a few more kisses, then tortured his body with her tongue as she ran it the length of his naked body, paused, then swept upward again. When the man persuaded her to fellatio, she did not hesitate.
She moved upon him with a viciousness that seemed almost mad. Once, he shouted a caution, and when she refused to move more carefully 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. Christ-you're crazy."
With that he rolled her to her back and braced himself above her. As he paused, Alice clawed at his manhood, ripped at him with her nails as her fingers hurried to bring him close. The man cursed and slapped her hands away. Then he entered her.
Working beneath her lover, Alice 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 she took him within herself, 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 Alice became a Baby-Pro she became noted for her willingness to meet any customer, any time, at any place and for any price. And through it all she remained frigidly indifferent to anything that was done to her.
"Alice satisfied a psychic need rather than a physical gratification," her psychiatrist said. "With Alice, 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."
Alice's psychiatrist also stated that the girl's early experiences bathing with her father was one important seed of the Castration Wish 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 Alice and others like her, are besieged with this throughout their lives, surrendering to promiscuity because it offers them the opportunity to "castrate" and gain the revenge that steams within their young bodies.