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MAU: The Adventures of Lisa and Jeri Chapter 7 Jeri followed Lisa down the stairs to the main factory floor. They proceeded back to the far corner where Jeri knew they had several drums of chemicals stored. She was a bit surprised when they encountered a wall of drums stacked five high. It was four drums thick. They negotiated two tight turns and were suddenly inside the wall. The wall was just one of four which actually formed a cube. Inside the cube was what appeared to Jeri to be an oblate spheroid. Large heavy duty conductors lead off from the structure. Coils of copper tubing dripped water manifesting the cold temperature of whatever they contained. "What's this?" Jeri asked. She was afraid she might already know based on what Lisa said earlier. "It's a fusion generator," Lisa said, "Since we're not working today it's offline. We've a cooperative co-generation agreement with the power company so that they buy back any excess energy we produce. So far the energy produced has paid for all of the construction salaries." "What's with the drums?" Jeri asked. "They're water. The water provides shielding against alpha and beta radiation during startup and shutdown. It's really superfluous but it keeps anyone from noticing anything unless they're right over head with their sensors," Lisa explained. "Do we have to worry about radiation? Shouldn't we be wearing little badges?" Jeri looked around nervously. "No. This generator doesn't produce that kind of dangerous radiation. It could be harmful to your skin if you were exposed a long time. There is only a little leak when the generator starts. Once the system is functioning it is very stable." Lisa replied nonchalantly. She was studying Jeri's reaction. She was concerned that she seemed really nervous. Had she underestimated Jeri's response to the incredible project? "Is this the size of the one you're going to use in the Bolo?" Jeri asked nervously. It seemed pretty large but then again she didn't know how large it should be. "No, Jeri. It's much too small. The hellbore cannons and infinite repeaters require a very large amount of energy to operate. Then there are the cryogenic systems, drive systems and all of the sensor arrays which require energy to operate. I actually will need to have two generators about four times this size. One will be a backup if the other one fails. But both are needed to operate at one hundred percent efficiency," Lisa explained. "How much energy does this one provide?" Jeri asked. "Enough to light half the homes in the city," Lisa replied, automatically translating the exact joules to terms that she knew Jeri could understand. Jeri gulped at the number. She had thought only a few hundred homes but, this was a huge amount of energy. It amazed her to think that they'd earned enough to also pay for all of the construction work that had been done so far. Then Jeri wondered what would happen if something blew up or broke and then blew up. "Lisa, if something happened and this thing failed, if it blew up, how bad would it be?" Jeri asked. Lisa wondered if she should give Jeri the true facts. She decided she should do as her mother counseled 'honesty is the best policy'. "Jeri, I haven't figured out how to cause a complete failure of the system yet. I did manage to run a very small test where I simply cut the power to the magnetic field. There was a plasma leak then that escaped and smashed into the containment bunker I was testing it in. Based on that, if this unit failed somehow there might be an explosion that would level everything in front of it for a thousand foot radius. There would be no radiation either. That's about what would happen if a large propane tank at the fuel depot exploded." Jeri thought about what she said. She tried to imagine what it would be like to have a crater one thousand feet around the factory. She wasn't quite sure how far that was but realized that there really wasn't anything of significance that close to the factory. Mostly it was just trees, pasture and fences. "Okay so you've got power, what else is there to show me?" Jeri asked. Lisa led Jeri over to another area not to far away. As they walked Jeri realized that milling machines were operating and running. She could see different pieces of plastic and metal being formed into shapes. She wondered who could be running the machines. Then she saw that there were computers connected to each one and small tractor units with cameras and grappling manipulators standing by. A shiver ran down her back. They stopped in front of a trailer that contained a device similar to the generator she had seen earlier. On a shelf above that rested another device. The top was a small dome about the size of a cereal bowl below that was a five gallon water cooler and coil of wire. A steel barrel a hand width long and about a pencil diameter thick extended from the top of the dome. "This is a model of the hellbore cannon," Lisa said. Jeri looked at the device. It didn't look to impressive. "Does it work?" Jeri asked, "Can you show me what it does?" "No. Not here. I can show you a video I made of the test, if you really want to." Lisa said. For some reason Jeri got the impression that Lisa didn't want to really explain what the hellbore could do. This unit was only about fifty millimeters across. It couldn't be that big. "I guess you could show me the video." Jeri said. The field of view was perfect. It was a crystal clear night. Somehow it seemed like a cold night when there was frost in the air. Jeri could see the unit and the target in the distance. The target was a small rock promontory that jutted out from the bank of an old quarry. From the trees and vegetation visible on the edge of the quarry pit it was obvious that the target was a long ways off. It was apparently across the excavation pit. The promontory also extended from the top to the bottom. There was a brief flash that filled the image. Jeri hardly noticed it as the viewing area filled with billowing dust. When the dust cleared away the promontory was missing. Shattered rock lay blasted across the bottom of the quarry. It appeared that the quarry wall had been heavily bombarded by the debris. Jeri gasped as she stared at the hologram image. "Lisa, you can't be serious? That didn't come from this device?" Jeri querulously asked. "Yes it did. The full-size hellbore will be three orders of magnitude more powerful. It will be capable of destroying any mountain fortress," Lisa replied levelly. "But... But Lisa if anyone knows you have a weapon that powerful they will likely attack out of fear alone," Jeri said, "Are you sure this is the right thing to do?" "Yes! I want to protect you and mom and any other innocent people from the death and destruction we've seen recently. I want the evil people to be so afraid that they never do anything bad again. If they do act bad then I want them to know I'm coming and I can dig them out of any hole they hide in," Lisa replied. Jeri shrugged. It was apparent that regardless of what she said that Lisa was going to go forward with this harebrained idea. "What about armor? I doubt flintsteel or duralloy actually exist." "Well not in so many words but, China, England, Russia, and of course the US have some things almost the equivalent of those armors," she replied, "Using depleted Uranium, Titanium and carbon composites I have a frame that can withstand a close contact nuclear blast. There are some ceramics that also can withstand that kind of heat. I've been able to come up with a design that will withstand those stresses. The plates are due here in one hundred days." "Oh! Will it withstand a hit from one of your guns?" Jeri asked. Lisa started off towards the central area of the factory. Jeri followed. "It can probably take two or three hits but, no more. Nothing can really withstand a hellbore. That's the whole point of that type of main cannon. With one maybe two hits the defender is rendered completely inert. However the question is irrelevant. No one else has one," Lisa succinctly stated. "I don't know Lisa. It always seems that if someone has a big gun, someone else has one too, usually even bigger. I'm afraid that's what you're getting into," Jeri said. She was nervous about this whole thing. She felt powerless to make Lisa stop this dangerous project. They came to a break in the line of machinery and materials. A great open space stretched across the floor of the factory. It amazed Jeri that a space this size could exist in the factory without him knowing. Not far from Jeri was a metal girder. It stretched the length of the open space. This girder was connected to another that reached across to the other side and also one that reached up nearly to the roof of the factory. Suddenly Jeri realized this was the internal skeleton of the great machine Lisa was building. Twelve meters wide, nine meters high, and thirty-six meters long the frame stretched. It impressed on Jeri's mind just how big this behemoth that Lisa wanted to become would be. It was overwhelming. It was a scope he truly hadn't grasped from the hologram. "Lisa, how long do you think it will take you to build this machine?" Jeri asked. It seemed like it would take forever to her. "At the present rate of construction and if deliveries occur as scheduled completion will occur four thousand three hundred eighty-eight hours and thirty-six minutes from now," Lisa replied. "That would be in two years right?" Jeri said. It still didn't seem possible to her. "No, Jeri," Lisa said patiently, "that would be about six months." "How? It's not possible." Jeri replied in shock. "Many of the pieces are being built elsewhere. When completed they're shipped here for installation by the drones. So it is quite possible." Lisa replied calmly. "So why are you telling me this?" Jeri asked. She was concerned that this was the evil plot of some twisted mind. One she had herself to thank for twisting. "Two reasons really. I didn't like trying to deceive you. It was just becoming too much to bear. It was interfering with my performance. The other was you were going to find out soon enough. Trucks and trains are going to come in everyday with something. Nothing would be leaving. Pretty soon the hull would be very hard to miss. This way you know what there is to know." Lisa replied. A dark thought rose up in Jeri's mind. It made her angry and upset. It made her feel worthless and useless. She feared she already knew the answer. "I'm not needed. All that stuff about invoices, colors, directing workers, rebuilding an old factory with new jobs for the community, which was bullshit you gave me to do so I wouldn't know what was really going on. You made me put up with all that crap from those workers for no reason," Jeri cried. She stomped her foot to emphasize her point. Tears spilled out of her eyes and down her face. She turned away to hide her tears. The chocolate duster rode up to cloak her head. It almost hid the long red hair spilling everywhere. It did nothing to shield her from Lisa. "That's not true Jeri. Do you think anyone will accept a signature from a robot? Someone had to sign the delivery tickets. Also look how many times you had to tell people where things went and what power or signal was needed. I still need you for all of that," Lisa entreated. She could read Jeri's emotional distress in all her vital signs. "But Jeri I thought most important was the fact that you needed something to do while you adjusted to your new self. I was worried that the shock of going from fifteen year old boy to eighteen year old girl might be too much. I wanted to keep you busy so you could ease into it." "Ease into it?!" Jeri almost shrieked and turned to face Lisa again. "You had me meeting and talking to people before I knew where we were. I had people whistling at me, trying to slap my butt, look down my shirt, and soliciting me all the time. It wasn't 'til I sent Moose to the hospital that anyone left me alone. Do you know how humiliated and degraded I felt everyday? DO YOU?" By the end Jeri had worked herself into a full scale tirade. Lisa responded quietly just above the quiet hum of nearby motors, "I know Jeri. I know how painful it was but, how else were you going to learn the skills a woman unconsciously uses everyday to discourage unwanted attention? Or the little body language that signals interest or acceptance? I had no way of knowing how much might have been transferred by your transformation. What did you want me to do? Let you sit up there and think about how miserable you were? How well would you handle going to the mall today if you did that? Would you've enjoyed the night with Henry? Would you be as accepting of yourself today without those experiences? You needed to be among people. Most people, who make the kind of change you did, want to do so. Most have a year or more to learn and adapt. You did not. What else could I do? I'm sorry if I hurt you." Jeri stood with her arms folded about herself and chewing her lower lip. Jeri thought about what Lisa said. Although some of it was painful to remember she realized that as difficult as the last month was it had helped. Gradually she had come to accept that her female body had forced her to move from her male persona to a more female one. "But if that's what you wanted, why did you trap me here?" Jeri asked. "I didn't trap you here Jeri," Lisa said, "I gave you things to do. Pretty much about the same as what you had to do at home. It took me a while to figure out how much that was and to balance it properly but I never trapped you here or forced you to stay." "Telling me that we were hired to work here and were being paid to do a job compelled me to stay here," Jeri replied defiantly. "Maybe during the day, some, but remember I told you that you had complete freedom to do what you thought needed to be done and when, including going into town to the building officials, stores, or building supply centers. I wanted you to go into town and interact with people," Lisa said, "The best thing was when you took off and went into town to the mall. It did scare me to death when you left your kimmunicator because I couldn't keep track of you." Jeri couldn't believe it but when she thought about it, Lisa was right. Not once did Lisa ever ask her, force her or compel her to stay in the factory. She had just done so. Jeri's whole view of reality turned over as she digested the information. "Lisa I need to go think about some things," Jeri said. "I'll be down here working if you need anything," Lisa said. Jeri walked quietly in her thong sandals over to the steps she stopped and turned back. "Lisa, you seem to know who you are and what you are going to be. What or who am I?" Jeri asked. Lisa's avatar returned. Once again she was in the spaghetti strapped white sheer clingy dress. It blew casually around her legs. Jeri could plainly see the sincerity of her expression. She realized now why Lisa used the avatar. It seemed to say, "Look I've nothing to hide." It was Lisa when she was most open and revealing. Lisa spoke, "Jeri, sometimes a person is really many people. Each is a role played in the situation we're in. Sometimes we change our shell for that role by changing our clothes. No matter what shell you have, you're my hero. Right now I think you have a very pretty shell." It wasn't what Jeri expected to hear. It didn't give her a clearly defined role in her life. It did give her a facet to work with. "Thanks" she said to Lisa. Jeri walked slowly up to her room. She finished the day almost like it began. She stood in front of the window looking out into the twilight gloom. A warm cup of apple cinnamon herb tea rested in her hands. This time her thoughts were calm and peaceful instead of roiled and turbulent. Jeri had determined that she like her mom and her sister and the other women she knew had many roles to play. Her transformation may have ended some roles she might have played but it gave her the opportunity to perform others she would have never experienced. Others she had already received instruction on how to play. Others yet remained unexplored and untried. She would take her shell and see what she could do with it. She would ask Tim to teach her to drive. She would go to college and learn a career like Henry or Mark. She would learn about her own sexuality and what she liked. She would be the kind of woman she wanted to be. The next day went smoothly as Jeri dealt with the truck drivers and deliveries. Some of the drivers flirted with her outrageously. Some drivers were quick solemn efficiency. One was a sleaze bag and Jeri gave him a stern quick warning and there wasn't any more problem. Jeri realized that being at the two night clubs had taught her some skills that she hadn't known. Her self esteem improved with that knowledge. Tim came by in the afternoon during the (for him) slow part of the day. He showed Jeri the basics of driving a car and they practiced in the parking lot. During that time they talked about other things too. Jeri found out that Tim had a daughter and a son. The son was married and had two sons. The daughter was missing. She had disappeared three years ago. Someone had sent a picture to him of her from the internet. She had piercings through her nipples and the word slut tattooed above her pussy. The picture showed her being fucked anally with a cock in each hand while she sucked on one. The picture had hurt him deeply. His wife had cried for days. But what hurt the most was not seeing her. They had not heard or seen her for more than two years. Tim said, "I don't care what she's done. She's still my baby. If she came back home I'd wrap her in my arms and give her the biggest hug. I'd tell her I love her. I'd tell her if she's happy she can do what she wants. If she's not we'll help her do what she needs to so she can be happy. It's just the not knowin' that eats you from inside like it was cancer. Sorry I didn't mean to carry on so." Tim took out a big red bandana and wiped his glasses then he blew his nose into it making loud noises. When he was done he wadded it up and stuffed it back in his pocket. His big nose and eyes still looked red and watery. Then he said, "It's time to Parallel Park." After everyone left for the day Jeri went in and put on her black knit skirt and jacket. It was the same outfit she wore to the Iron Spike. This time however she did not spend time with her hair and nails as before. Her hair already was in a French braid that hung down the center of her back to her waist. Her nails were the same as yesterday. She did wear her black velvet pumps and of course the chocolate duster. Tim picked her up at 7:00 p.m. to take her to the Velvet Turtle. As they drove Jeri asked, "Tim what was your daughter's name?" "Trisha Anne Delarue," he said, "Why?" "I don't know. My sister is pretty good at finding stuff out on computers. I was thinking about asking her to look, if you don't mind," Jeri said. Her expression was one of thoughtfulness. She hadn't really thought through what if anything Lisa could do. "I don't know if it would do any good. The police said she was involved with organized crime. One said she's probably in the river or fertilizing a corn field somewhere. That's the most we ever got. Of course... Well you keep hoping. Nothing ever makes the ache go away." Tim said morosely. "Look, I shouldn't be disturbing you with this. I'm sorry. I don't know why... Well it's her birthday about now." Jeri turned away from Tim's mirror so he couldn't see her eyes. She had to be careful that her mascara didn't run. Why did girls have to worry about makeup anyway? Jeri was thinking about her Mom and what she must be feeling. Neither she nor Lisa had, could have, left a note. Her mom had lost everyone in her life. There was no one to hold her or comfort her or even another child and grand children like Tim and his wife had. Jeri savagely tore her mind away from such dark thoughts. She and Lisa couldn't have stayed. Maybe Jeri could let her know they're okay later. With that thought she soothed her conscience and thought about the night ahead. Tim stopped at the door of the restaurant. Jeri went to exit the car. She thought, "It would be nice just to step out." Turning her legs and standing up she modestly exited. She bent down at Tim's window unaware that had the light been better she would have given Tim a very interesting view. The only thing was Tim wouldn't have looked. "I'm meeting someone for dinner," Jeri said, "They'll probably give me a ride home but I'll have Lisa let you know." "Aw' right Jeri. Just be careful," Tim said. He waited for Jeri to go inside before he drove off. Jeri walked into the restaurant and proceeded to the restrooms. She internally reminded herself to walk into the women's bathroom and not the men's. Although she had been a woman over a month her forays into the public had been few. Those few times did not erase a lifetime, fifteen years for her, habit of using the men's bathroom. Once there she checked her makeup. She corrected the little smudges caused by her tears from Tim's comments. She was sure she hadn't been this emotional as Jeremy. Then she headed back out the front door of the restaurant. Jeri walked out to the sidewalk and down the street to the next intersection. She turned down the street to an older portion of town. There was some traffic but the street was largely empty now that it was dark and the night was chill. Two blocks away Jeri's feet were cold and she wished she'd worn her boots. Her heels clicked loudly on the pavement as she walked up to a three story red brick building. Loud heavy music thumped faintly from the building. The old style sash windows and shutters were limo black. The wood oak doors appeared polished. The handles and knockers on the double doors were shiny polished brass. Brass lettering on the doors read Wild Mares, a Fine Gentlemen's Club with Nude Dancers. You must be eighteen to enter. Welcome. Above the lettering was a cartooned figure of a woman with denim shorts and a denim jeans bikini top. Jeri opened the door and walked through the vestibule and opened the inner doors. Warmth enveloped her as she was greeted by a large individual that reminded her of Moose or one of Clifton's buddies. Jeri all of a sudden wondered if this was a good idea. She wasn't sure that she wanted to be in a business establishment that employed that type of individual. "Amateur night is tomorrow night. Come back tomorrow," the bouncer said gruffly. His face and bald head abrupt and stiff. "I'm not here to dance. I'm here to watch," Jeri replied. The bouncer's eyebrows rose up apparently trying to cover the entire bald pate at once. "It's twenty dollars to watch, same as anyone else. You try anything 'n you get tossed same as anyone else. 'A course we might hold you a bit more before we tossed you." Jeri looked at him a little embarrassed by the implied crudity. "I'm not here to cause trouble but I think you'd find I had more than you could hold," Jeri replied insouciantly. She pulled a twenty from her purse and set it on the small counter that held the register and credit card machine. The bouncer glared at her, not sure if she was being flippant or not. However, he'd been told to always take money. He glared at Jeri as he rang up the cover charge. "Drinks are ten dollars. The first one is free. Welcome." Jeri thought she heard very softly "lousy lesbian dyke." She said nothing as she walked across the marble entry. A set of double doors made of mahogany provided the entrance into the dance room. To the right was a dark walnut staircase that led to an upper floor. To the left was a door made of the same wood with clouded glass. The door indicated that it led to the Wild Mares' Tack Shop with videos, novelties and adult toys for sale. Jeri ignored the door and staircase as she proceeded to open the door into the dance club. Raw guitar and bass drum overshadowed by unintelligible lyrics assaulted her ears. She stepped just inside the threshold letting her eyes adjust to the pulsating strobe lights and dimly lit interior. The closing door bumped her butt pushing her further into the room. She turned and scowled at the door for reminding her how big her butt was now. A small oval stage with two brass poles at either end was centrally located on the right wall. A low brass rail and chairs separated the stage from the floor. Next to it and closer to Jeri was a DJ and sound system. Jeri's eyes bugged out as she saw a nude girl with dirty blonde hair on the stage on all fours. She was running her hand across her hips and down between her butt cheeks while at the same time rocking back and forth in simulated vulgar passion. Jeri tore her eyes away from the scene. She was at once mesmerized, embarrassed and excited. Jeri was mesmerized because she had never seen or imagined such a display. She was embarrassed because she was watching a woman perform in such a wanton manner. She was excited because it induced a similar passion in herself. Jeri made her way to a chair and table near the back and other side. She easily had a good view of the stage but everyone going to the bar or in or out would not walk past her. She placed her clutch in her duster pocket. She carefully laid her duster in the chair she sat in. She leaned back in the chair and placed her left leg over her knee. She began swinging it to the beat of the music. She settled in to watching the dancer on stage. Jeri quickly realized the girl's movements had little to do with the beat or rhythm of the music. The music simply provided a thin illusion of artistic endeavor. Even so Jeri remembered what inspired her as a boy and could imagine exciting a man the same way. Her nipples grew hard. A waitress in black knit hot pants and a sports bra appeared. Her tan skin glowed purple in the black light illumination. Except the top and pants made it appear that those parts were missing. It called attention to them as much as her long lime green nails emphasized the exotic lighting. She asked for Jeri's order, who requested a diet iced tea. Jeri sipped at her drink as another girl began her routine. This girl swung around the poles and sashayed her hips between walking from one pole to the next. It was rather uninspiring for Jeri. When the girl removed her crocheted top and thong she climbed the pole again. This time she hung upside down with her legs wrapped around the pole. The dancer's hair sweeping the floor added to the effect. She played with her breasts and nipples and stroked her slit. She also seemed to dry hump the pole at the same time. Jeri was more impressed by her athleticism than her eroticism. A girl of mixed ancestry came over and asked Jeri if she wanted a lap dance. Jeri replied, "I might. Could you tell me about it?" The girl sat down. She had dark brown hair and big round dark eyes. Her face looked narrow and her lips large and full. Her breasts were larger than Jeri's top pair. Her hips were wide too but she had a very narrow waist. She introduced herself as Claudia. Jeri introduced herself. "This your first time?" Claudia asked. Jeri nodded her affirmation of the obvious question statement as she sipped her drink. The waitress came over and asked Jeri if she wanted to by the lady a drink. The dancer gestured that she should. Jeri said she would. After the drink arrived Claudia asked, "Why did you come here?" "I... I wanted to see what it was like," she stammered a little. Now Jeri was embarrassed to be expressing why she was here. "You planning on dancing?" Claudia asked. The dancer on the stage finished. Jeri and the audience clapped. Jeri watched the girl scrabble around gathering the bills. Some were tucked into her waistband or into her bra cups. This dancer had been actually more artistic and therefore erotic. The audience had shown their appreciation. "No. I'd be too embarrassed to do that," Jeri replied. "Let me guess. Your boyfriend just dumped you. The last few have been anything but arousing. You remember a wild drunken party or dare where you made out with another girl and had a mind blowing orgasm. Now the thought of doing it again with a girl really turns you on. You think you might be gay. You came here to find out," Claudia surmised dramatically. Jeri shrugged. It was better than how she was going to explain her reasons for coming here. She said, "It fits. Must be pretty common?" "More than you'd think but, it sure beats the boyfriend beats me. I'm going to prove to him I'm gay so he'll leave me alone or, my boyfriend wants a threesome I want to find someone to do it with us," Claudia said. "Oh, the first is scary and the second is ... well slutty," Jeri said. She realized that's what she'd done. Maybe no one would want to make out with her? "Of course most chicken out and leave before they get a lap dance," Claudia said looking at Jeri speculatively. She moved closer to Jeri and placed one hand on her knee. She let her finger lightly stroke the inside while the inside of her calf brushed the outside of Jeri's. "What's a lap dance?" Jeri asked. Claudia blinked. She tried not to let her surprise show. "This girl must really be an innocent," she thought, "or an imbecile." Claudia said, "A lap dance is like a full body massage while sitting in a chair." She pointed to a guy and a dancer sitting in a booth off to one side. The dancer had removed her clothing and was rubbing her body against the guy's front. Sometimes she turned her back to him and stroked his waist and crotch with her butt. Most times she pressed her breasts into his face, chest and even his lap. Jeri could see how it could be erotic for a guy but didn't think the dancer would enjoy it much. Again it had little to do with music. She did understand now why the euphemism lap dance came to be - a dance like those performed on stage done in a guy's lap. "That doesn't seem too... intimate or pleasurable for the girl," Jeri said. "It's okay, unless some guy has a really scratchy beard or insists on wearing his jacket with lots of zippers and buckles. If he does I just tell him it'll cost more, they usually relent then," Claudia said, "at this club it's forty dollars a dance. A dance lasts one song." "That seems pretty expensive for a full frontal massage of only five minutes," Jeri said. She was surprised at how expensive it was. "Of course if you want better there is the couch dance or the VIP room," Claudia said. "The couch dance is for three songs and you get to lay down. The dancer kneels on the couch above you and that gets more intimate. Sometimes it gets messy. That is one hundred dollars." "Are you alone with the dancer for a couch dance?" Jeri asked. That had possibilities she thought. "No, the VIP room is the only one where you're alone. That is one hundred fifty dollars for fifteen minutes," Claudia said. She let her hand trail up the inside of Jeri's thigh. This girl seemed like she had enough money. If it went right maybe she could make her quota early tonight and relax the rest of the evening. Torque didn't always know how many dances a girl could do. It was one of the reasons she did the girls. They often tipped more and were never as rough or forceful as the guys. It also would get the guys wound up for a dance of their own. "What would it cost for one hour in a VIP room?" Jeri asked casually. She turned her eyes to watch the dancer on the stage. Out of the corner of her eye she watched Claudia. She wasn't sure if that was a normal request. Claudia kept her smile pasted on and said, "Well Sweetheart we can offer a small break for one hour in the VIP room but we have to be sure that you know that this is not for sex. Although no one can stop two consenting adults from enjoying the moment." Claudia's heart beat double time. An hour in the VIP room would mean she could relax the rest of the evening and choose the best customers to play with. She could probably take it easy even the next night. For two nights of relaxed strutting she would lick anyone's stinking pussy and suck their nipples and let them do the same to her. Someone must be smiling on her. "That's fine," Jeri said, "but there is something you need to know. I don't look like a normal girl." Claudia interrupted, "If you're one of those whacked guys that dress up like girls, I'll play along but the cost is double. I don't agree with that shit." "No, no not at all! Down below I'm just as female as you. It's just... I've got extra boobs. I didn't want you to freak when you saw them," Jeri said. "Extra boobs!? You mean like an extra nipple?" Claudia asked. "Yeah something like that. Look if we can go somewhere more private I'll show you," Jeri said. "Uh, sure, let's go back here to the restroom," Claudia said. She led Jeri back to the restrooms used by the dancers. It wasn't very busy and they should be undisturbed. When they got into the restroom Jeri went into a restroom stall for more privacy. She faced the toilet and unbuttoned her jacket then turned around and faced Claudia. Claudia gasped and then recovered quickly and kept her face friendly as she spoke, "Darling there's nothing wrong there. It's more common than you'd think." Claudia was good at lying. One didn't work long in the sex industry and not learn about fetishes. Dancing was just one type of fetish. Other fetish types included dungeons, ropes and whips. Another type of fetish included actors, animals and hybrids. Claudia knew that Torque made a lot of money supplying girls that matched a client's special request. This girl was ready made and apparently natural born. "They're natural and fully functional?" Claudia asked. Claudia knew that a girl like this could make Torque very rich and would appeal to a lot of men. She'd yet to see a man that wasn't attracted to boobs. "They're natural. If there had been a way I would've had them removed as soon as they developed," Jeri said. It wasn't a lie and was a true statement as far as it went. "Of course I haven't had a baby to try nursing with them and I'm not anxious to try either. I'm still trying to adjust to having them." "Well I don't see a problem then. Why don't you go on up to the VIP rooms. Wait for me in the hall and I'll be there shortly. I want to get something to help our encounter," Claudia said. Claudia knew if she played this right she could buy her freedom from Torque. It was risky of course but, maybe, for the first time since she met Torque, freedom might lie within her grasp. Jeri lay on the narrow bed with Claudia between her legs. The woman was diving her crazy by sucking on her nipples. Her tongue rasped over each one. Her fingers played with her folds and teased her clit with the lightest touch. Jeri arched her hips to push against the feather touch. Her own hands squeezed the breasts above her and pinched the nipples. Jeri could feel her excitement building it just wasn't as strong as she expected. Something seemed to be missing. Claudia switched positions with her head over Jeri's bald pussy. Her own shaved groin ground into Jeri's lips and nose. "Lick that beaver, baby. Make me feel good. Show me how much you love pussy," Claudia barked at her. Jeri was nearly suffocated by the woman's sex as it enveloped her mouth and nose. Jeri's lips were coated by the sticky secretions of the woman's arousal and her musky scent assailed her nose making her nearly gag. Claudia rose a moment and Jeri gasped for air and shifted so that she was not so nearly smothered by the woman's ass. This was Jeri's first exposure to a full grown woman's pussy and one that was not her own. As a boy it was the thing she had most sought and now she was finding the experience almost nauseating. Claudia commanded her to lick her slit saying, "How will you know if you really like girls if you don't like a little pussy? Lick it girl! Eat me out!" Jeri braced herself mentally and stuck out her tongue. She began to stroke the tip through the pungent folds. "That's it girl. Make me squirm! Do it! Yeah!" Claudia ranted. Jeri heard a buzz and felt Claudia playing with her folds and then she felt the buzz at the top of her slit. She bucked as her nerves were jolted by the vibrations that cascaded through the sensitive nub. She gasped for breath as the effect subsided. Claudia re-applied the vibrator and began to expertly manipulate Jeri's sex. In minutes Jeri had her first orgasm in the company of a woman. As Jeri came down from the pleasurable release there were a number of conflicting emotions. She had definitely enjoyed the vibrator but she thought it really was second place to a dick like Henry's or any other man's. A woman did know more about another woman's body but it wasn't always equipped to provide the right stimulation. "Well, what did you think? Was it as good as you remember?" Claudia sat between Jeri's legs holding the vibrator where Jeri's thigh joined her torso. Jeri reached up to the woman's breast to play with a nipple. She saw Claudia pull back minutely and then lean forward to put the breast in reach of her fingers. In that moment she realized that Claudia didn't like doing other girls. She forced herself to do it to please the customer. Jeri let her hand drop to her lower breasts and lazily caressed them. "It wasn't like I expected but, I found out what I wanted to know. Thank you." "Well life is rarely like we expected," Claudia said, "are you ready for another round?" She began to play the vibrator across Jeri's lower tits and between her legs. "No, I don't think so. I don't want to make you do something you don't like. And I found out what I wanted to know. Give me a minute to recover and I'll get ready to go," Jeri said languidly. Claudia was astonished. No woman had ever discerned her disgust at the lesbian sex she performed. This girl had figured it out and showed patience and understanding at the same time. She treated her with respect. It was something Claudia had not experienced in a long time. Then she realized her get out of jail free card was going to leave. "Here let me get you something to drink. This always leaves me thirsty." Jeri shrugged. She lay thinking about the whole experience after Claudia left. On the one hand Claudia had certainly covered the basics of Sapphic sex. It had not been romantic or enchanting. It had been rough and abrasive almost as if Claudia wanted her to suffer some of the abuse the dancer experienced. On the other hand she had found beauty in Claudia's body and her self sacrifice - her acceptance of doing something she otherwise did not like. Jeri realized she would have to ask Claudia why she did it. The experience had not provided the epiphany of her own true sexuality she had hoped for. Rather it had left her undecided. Jeri wondered if the machine had changed her mind only enough that she could accept a man's physical attraction to her. Then it had left her attraction to women alone. The rest of her reactions to sex with either gender were the simple result of her body being appropriately stimulated. Jeri thought how her experiences and her body's reactions had simply reinforced the attraction and acceptance of men even to the point of looking for specific likes and dislikes. In effect her environment was conditioning her to be attracted to men. She wondered if it would ever be possible to say if she was of any particular sexual orientation. She realized she could live to be a hundred and still die not knowing for sure one way or the other. Jeri realized then that a traditional definition of gender orientation just really didn't apply to her. If she was ever able to change back then she might have to look at those issues differently. Jeri decided she'd spent enough time letting her thoughts go in circles. She started getting dressed. Starting with her sheer black corset which made her feel more modest although it was only slightly better than nothing. Her jacket was the next thing on. That actually gave her more coverage than any female in the club. Next she added her black pantyhose. She rolled them up her leg carefully and pulled the waistband snugly into place. One thing she remarked to herself was that at least after sex this time she wasn't dripping or leaking anything. Jeri just started to put her mini skirt on when Claudia returned. In each hand was a blue slush drink. "I forgot to ask what you wanted, so I just chose one of my favorites. It's called a Deep Freeze. It's blueberry and Sprite with shaved ice. It's very refreshing," Claudia said as she entered the room and almost forced the drink on Jeri. "Thank you. You didn't have to do this, you know," Jeri said. She took a sip of the drink. The cool liquid felt refreshing and she sipped more. "It's okay. You've given me an opportunity and I couldn't resist the chance. It's nice just to relax," Claudia said. "Are you really busy?" Jeri asked. She took another sip of the sweet drink she hadn't realized she was so thirsty. "Tonight's about normal, but that makes it worse 'cause you're trying hard to get clients to stay busy and so are the other girls. You end up almost fighting to get one," Claudia said as she sank onto the bed and sipped her drink. Jeri set her drink down and started to finish getting dressed. "Hey, don't rush. Go ahead and sit down. You've paid for the hour. You should use it. Besides if you leave I have to go back to work," Claudia said half flirting, half serious. Her manner really gave no indication how tense she was inside. Jeri shrugged and sat back down. She took another sip of her drink. "How long have you been working here?" Jeri asked. "About four years," Claudia replied. "How do you like it?" Jeri asked. Her drink was about half empty. She thought she was going to have to finish it to be polite to Claudia. "It's okay except for Torque but he owns everything so I guess there's no helping it," Claudia said. She watched Jeri take another sip. "So why do you do it? Why not go somewhere else?" Jeri asked. "No choice, Can't," Claudia said. "Why not?" Jeri asked she was almost done with her drink. "Torque" Claudia was getting uncomfortable with the girl's questions and squirmed. "That's no reason. He's just one man. It's not like he owns you," Jeri said. "No, you don't understand he owns everything. You piss him off and he'll make life so bad for you, you'll wish you were dead," Claudia spouted back, "I saw what he did to this one girl, Trisha Anne, that really made him mad." realizing she'd probably said too much Claudia clapped both hands over her mouth. "What did he do?" Jeri asked. It seemed the room started to swirl around her. "You'll see," Claudia said. The room went black as Jeri fell unconscious onto the bed behind her.