Club member boys, on the other hand, were permis- sible game.
I Victoria, Stacy and Sondra lay sunning on the pool deck at the Club when approached by little
Julie Moreland. The tyke wore a bikini, and like everything else she wore, it was tiny. Julie was i,eleven, but looked like nine.
"Hello, Mrs. Palmer. Hi, Stacy. Hi, Sondra."
"Well, hello, Julie," said Victoria. "Where's your mom?" :, "She's over playing tennis with Mrs. Bonner. I
Iike tennis, but I'd rather hang around the pool and look at the dreamy boys and pretty girls. Gee, the servant girls are an eyeful, aren't they? I mean… gosh, you can see just all of them!"
"Why, Julie," smiled Victoria, "you mean you're starting to think about boys and girls now?"
"Sure, Mrs. Palmer. Gosh, I am eleven."
"Been out on a date with a boy yet, Julie?"
"No, not really. Mom says I'm still too young.
Parents, yuchh! See that boy over there? Tim
Hillary. He's kinda my boyfriend. Got kissed by him, once. Gee, I liked it a lot. We swim here to gether quite a bit, and sometimes he kinda holds me by the waist in the water. He's dreamy!"
"Have any… girlfriends, Julie?"
"Well, no, to be honest. Boys are my big interest now. Kinda like to look at the servants here though
… I mean, all but naked, you know. Have had some thoughts about girls lately. Maybe that means I'm growing up. Then again, I know what boys and girls do together, and I'm not really sure about girls yet… you know… I mean… what they do together and all."
"Well, they do have fun, Julie, believe me," said
Victoria, fantasizing about the moppet. Victoria simply' couldn't help it. There was just something appealing about young Julie Moreland. For the last year, Victoria had visited Martha's Boutique more than necessary.
"Well, anyway, Mrs. Palmer, I have been mean- ing to ask you, how were the wrist and ankle fit- tings on the chains for Stacy and Sondra?"
"Oh, Julie, I have meant to tell Martha what good job you did on them. They fit the girls per- fectly, don't they, girls?"
"Just perfect, Julie," said Sondra. "Miss Victoria uses them on us quite a bit and you really can't to they're on. No squeezing, no chafing. Just right
"Oh, I'm glad. I try to be so careful with the measurements. Martha is going to let me stay making whips this fall. I'm very good with leather
Would you buy my first one, Mrs. Palmer, to use on.Stacy and Sondra? I'll make it perfect!"
"Of course, Julie. By the way, your mom and I are very close friends, so would you mind calling me Victoria?"
"No, if that's what you wish. Better tell my mom you gave me permission, though. Tells us young ones to respect our elders."
"That's very correct, Julie, but heavens, you make me sound ancient when you say 'elders.' I'm only twenty-four… still a girl myself."
"Yes… I can see that… Victoria."
Victoria tingled. Julie had not meant anything by the statement, but Victoria read a fantasy into it. The tyke didn't know the least thing about les- bianism. Maybe somehow, she the spider, could lead this little fly into the trap. Someday.
"Getting spanked by Martha, Julie?"
"Not as much anymore. Don't make as many goofs as I used to. Guess I got tired of sitting on pillows." Julie laughed. "Oh, heck, 'bout forgot to ask you what I came over here for, Victoria. As you know, Mom is in charge of the Plantation Charity
Day coming up a week from Saturday. Be held at
Bush River Plantation, you know, the Wilson's place. She wants to know if you'll volunteer your services again this year, Victoria."
"Of course I will, Julie. Do you get to come?"
"No, darn it. Have to be fourteen, us kids. What a gyp! Anyway, Mom wants to know what you'll do this year."
"Doesn't matter, Julie. Tell her whatever she wants I'll do. Does she have any preference?"
"She said you served as one of the whipping girls last year… took an awful lacing most of the day
… Mom thought maybe you'd like a change this year and serve in the whore tent."
"You can tell her I'll be glad to sell my pussy for charity, Julie."
"Thanks, Mrs. Palmer… I mean, Victoria. I'll tell her. Bye!"
The Plantation Charity Days were held in June and October. They had begun several years before and were one of the highlights of the local higher society echelon. Indeed, only the top-register socialites and families took part in the affairs. The general riff-raff of public certainly were not in- cluded in the exclusive sophistication which took place at one of the immediate plantations. The invitation-only events brought perhaps a hundred and fifty of Georgia's finest blueblood lines to- gether, twice a year, in what was certainly appeal- ing circumstances.
The young ladies who volunteered their services to provide the interesting entertainment were, of course, also wives of this same social register, plus some rather lovely debutantes within the family structures. Considerable funds were raised for charities and organizations, thanks to the willing- ness of these blooms of Southern womanhood to suffer the trials and tribulations for good cause. It was indeed a credit to these fine young ladies, and volunteers were never lacking. To be asked and refuse was certain to cause repercussions and a rather prompt deletion from the social lists as well as a nonrenewal of Country Club membership. This as yet had not been necessary. The willingness was unanimous. It might be mentioned that the Char- ity Day affairs were not covered by the media. In fact, media personnel were not invited at all. It was an exclusive, discreet and private function. However, it was not a secretive function. Charity Days were quite common in the South in most areas, and the public as a whole was well aware of the activi- ties which took place, and naturally was envious of being excluded by lack of social standing.
Victoria, Stacy and Sondra arrived at Bush
River Plantation at noon as required, parked, and began to mingle with the many guests, most of whom already carried mint juleps in frosty glasses.
The "entertainment" girls were readily obvious among the crowd, for, by tradition they wore lovely Civil War period gowns of taffeta and silk with shiny bodices and full, flowing skirts. They looked marvelous and delightful, and could have stepped from the pages of Gone With the Wind.
They were the South's greatest treasures. There were, perhaps, a dozen of them.
Victoria Palmer looked stunning in lavender taffeta, her lacy bodice revealing the majority of her fine breasts with their perfectly centered "S" brands. Stacy and Sondra had gasped at her beauty when they had helped her dress earlier.
Victoria mingled, her two servants tagging along, with many friends and acquaintances who properly fawned over her costume and her two employees. Of course there were also those few who were not particularly friends. Pretty young women within the same local society occasionally had their differences of opinion, normally initiated by some petty jealousy between them. Such was the case of
Nancy Lee Smythe, a particularly ravishing bru- nette and wife of the Country Club manager. It had started in the pool over the attentions of a new member, an elegant little blonde from Carolina, who seemed unable to make up her mind between the obvious attentions of Victoria and Nancy Lee.
In truth, the newly married flirt, happily and craft- ily, encouraged the ongoing tussle over her, hoping to reduce her two admirers to combatants. She suc- ceeded. The fight took place one evening in, of all places, the Country Club parking lot in front of an ever-increasing audience of delighted club mem- bers. Even the husbands of the two were not about to stop the excitement. Nothing like a good old- fashioned Southern catfight. There had been hair- pulling, fists thrown, biting, scratching, clawing, snarling, cursing and yowling. Lovely clothes were reduced to shreds and, by the end, they were both in their skin, still swinging away. Victoria had given Nancy Lee a frightful pummeling. Ironically, the mischievous instigator from Carolina turned her attentions to another young lady the very next day. The fight, however, had not been forgotten, especially by Nancy Lee Smythe, and the two ladies had not spoken at the Club since.