The next week, when the time arrived for my second visit to the strange organization, I was very curious as to what form my entertainment would take. Was I to take what they offered me, since they knew my preferences or could I make suggestions, or consult with their specialists, or even make a selection from their terrific illustrated catalogue of ready-available perversions and partners? When I mentioned all this to John, he suggested that I ask for Jeannie for the night, if she was not otherwise engaged. He would not tell me any more about it, but smilingly said that he thought I would enjoy the experience, and it would give me a further insight into the possibilities of The Club.
I could not argue with my host, and the first visit had been so spectacularly successful, so I agreed to ask for Jeannie as a companion for the evening. While John and I were enjoying a drink in the spacious and comfortable lounge of The Club upon our arrival, I made my request, and was told that Jeannie would be delighted to be my partner. She would be waiting for me in her room as soon as I finished dinner with John in the dining-room. While we were eating, John gave me some more details about the other off-beat types of sexual activities that could be provided, and offered the information that he, as most of the other members, from time to time tried out various forms of unusual sex, even though they always came back to their main preference after these side-trips into other fields. There was no onus or stigma attached to trying anything here, which meant that men would try things that they would be afraid to try under usual circumstances for fear of being found out and ostracized. A man might be a well-known judge, or a business tycoon on the outside, but he could be an ardent cock-sucker or childraper in The Club without endangering his social standing or reputation in any way.
When we finished eating. John called an attendant and asked him to take me to Jeannie's room. I thanked John and said goodnight, and then followed my guide to another floor where he knocked on a closed door, and then left me. A soft light childish voice told me to come in and with my mind full of curiosity and expectation, I entered the room.
A delightful little girl of about ten was sitting at a small desk, doing what looked like school homework. She got up as I came in and came slowly toward me, smiling with a sort of pleasant shyness, her hand out to greet me.
“You are George. I'm glad to meet you, and I hope we have lots of fun together tonight. I'm Jeannie and you got here at just the right time. I'm just finishing my homework for school tomorrow, so I won't keep you waiting.”
“Your homework?” I gasped, taken back at such a mundane and commonplace item in this bizarre club of sexual erotica. “School, tomorrow?”
“Oh, yes. I go to school regularly. I'm in the fifth grade, and doing pretty well.” she explained calmly and a little proudly. “1 don't know what you heard about me but I suppose I'm sort of the mascot of The Club, and there are special rules about me. The most important is that I can decide what I want to do with any of the people who visit me here. And another, that I don't like so much, is that I have to be in bed and asleep. ALONE, by midnight every night. I take a nap alter school every afternoon, but even so I can't stay up alter midnight, except sometimes for special occasions on weekends or during vacations.”
My mouth must have been open in astonishment while the child was talking, and now I looked more closely at her and surveyed the room we were in. “You live here at The Club? All by yourself?” I asked.
“Yes sir. My Daddy was a member here, and he brought me here a few times to watch the shows and things, and I liked them a lot. He died over a year ago, and the other members are sort of my guardians and look out for me and I live here in this room, and go to school, and have lots of nice 'uncles' for friends, and they take me on trips and to shows and out to dinner and buy me nice clothes, and I have a grand life. And since I had learned all about sex and that kind of fun before my real Daddy died, they let me do just about anything I want to with men here, as long as I don't get hurt and get my sleep, and, of course, don't tell anyone outside of The Club about the things that happen here.”
I was so dumbfounded at the matter-of-fact attitude of this cute little child that I could only look about me, trying to get my emotional balance by seeking some kind of normalcy in this crazy situation. The room was large and pleasant, with all the furniture and accessories that one might expect in the bedroom of a ten-year-old girl. The bed was huge and covered with a frilly spread. Dozens of little pillows covered it, and there were many stuffed animals scattered around. A partially opened closet revealed racks of cute dresses, and there was a couch containing many cute and expensive and well-loved dolls. Her bureau was beautifully equipped, and she had her school-books lined up on the little student's-desk where she had evidently been doing some arithmetic homework, for the paper was covered with numbers in neat columns. The main colors were in pastel pinks and blues, with ruffled lamps over the dressing-table, the desk, and the head of the bed. Altogether it was a fit and delightful sanctuary for a girl of her age, — and right in the center of this secret club devoted to off-beat sex.
Jeannie, herself, must have been just over four feet tall, and weighed maybe seventy pounds. Her thick dark hair was set in a neat page-boy bob that brushed her firm straight shoulders, and she had the most direct and friendly manner I have ever seen in a child of any sort. She had a justified confidence in herself, expected to be liked by everyone, and expected to like everyone, in return. If exposure to sex is meant to be bad for children, especially for ten-year-old girls, you could never have proved it from looking at Jeannie. I suppose the only trouble she ever had was in being sure never to tell anyone outside of The Club about the things she willingly did there.
At last I came out of my stupefied amazement enough to be polite to this startling nymph. “Well, I'm certainly glad to meet you, Jeannie, and you are just as nice as I hoped you'd be. Frankly I am a bit surprised, but I suppose you are used to surprising people here.”
“Yes, I guess I am.” she replied smiling mischievously at our secret from the outside world. “From what I hear the kids at school say, they sure would be surprised at the things I know and the things I like to do.”
“How did you get to know my name, Jeannie?” I asked her. “Do you ask to meet all the new guests here?”
“Oh no. I almost never get to meet the men till they are regular members,” she said softly. “And only then if they look interesting to me. But I saw some movies of what you did to that little Susie last week, and I thought I'd like to meet you, since you seem to like sex with young girls. I'm a little older than Susie, but I'm not a 'big girl' yet, if you know what I mean. And I thought that maybe it would be fun for both of us trying some things together, specially if you didn't have to make the little girl do the things you like, cause she would like to do them with you.”
This new idea was so startling to me that it left me numb and speechless for a moment. I had always become very excited at the prospect of doing sexual things with unformed, immature little girls, but it had never occurred to me that I would not have to force them and hurt them. The idea that a child of these tender years could enjoy and enter wholeheartedly into such a physical relationship had never really occurred to me. The thought of a willing and enthusiastic partner, rather than a screaming and fighting opponent, somehow fascinated me, adding a whole new dimension to my admitted perverse approach to the female sex.