The ‘Fresh-Meat’ Girls
A Playboy special
Last year, we were blown away by the quality and range of offerings (not to mention the level of service) from the indenture clubs we visited.
We were blown away, too, by the level of interest our feature attracted— and so we’re back in this issue with a special report on the new wave of indenture clubs which is spreading from its origin in the South— the so-called ‘fresh-meat’ model.
If you don’t yet know what an indenture club is, we went into some detail in the previous feature— here’s a link if you want to gen up (the girls are gorgeous, too, even if you don’t need the info). You’ll probably need the grounding, because things are moving fast, and they don’t make much sense without the history.
In fact, things have moved so fast that this feature is going to be more like a full length article alongside the picture spread, as we try to keep our readers up-to-date.
A club in Jonesboro, Arkansas (of all places— not that we’ve anything but good things to say about Arkansas!) the plainly named Jonesboro Indenture Club (locally referred to as the Jick) started it, when Jared LaRue, the Jick’s HoMeS (Head of Member Satisfaction— America does love its acronyms) noted something in member surveys which had been cropping up in other reports, but which no-one seemed to think was anything other than inevitable— that there were complaints that the ‘innocence’ of new girls was dropping off quite rapidly, and that members wished it wouldn’t.
Mr LaRue decided to try something; he took the youngest recruits— girls selling themselves at 18 and 19— and of those, only the ones who had little prior sexual experience— and housed them separately from the other girls— offered them separately too, through a separate member lounge. Not only that, but he gave them their own rooms, rather than the typical dormitory arrangement, and significantly reduced the time for socialisation with girls from the main club.
The effects were notable; within months, members’ access to the “New Girls” lounge was having to be rationed, and was quickly supporting premium pricing. Soon enough, the separate Jonesboro Freshies Club was launched— with only younger girls, and with further innovations.
Finding that there was a greater incidence of despair in these young girls, who were denied the company of more experienced girls to provide examples, but not wanting to affect his young stock’s valuable ‘innocence’, LaRue began to hire what he called ‘church ladies’— older ‘respectable’ women who had no connection with the indenture clubs, to be mentors to the girls— each mentor having a sitting room, where they talked with girls in small groups, several times a day. There was time for this, for another innovation was to work the girls significantly less, so that their duty hours were shorter.
Another major change was to have each girl mostly entertain members one on one, in their own rooms. The debauchery of the Members Lounge was not removed altogether, but girls did not have to serve there at all for their first months, and then only once a week, at first, increasing over time, as judged with reference to the individual girl’s readiness, rather than any fixed rule.
Jared LaRue’s purple period of inspired innovations produced a marked and very positive further increase in the distinction between a regular indenture club and a fresh meat club, to use the rather brutal but now ubiquitous term which arose, and the idea began to spread, even more rapidly than the initial wave of indenture clubs.
The success of the fresh-meat model has given rise to the so-called ‘Double Tap’— again a rather brutal reference, coming as it does from the assassin’s habit of firing not one, but two bullets into a victim’s head, to ensure certainty of termination. There is no real analogy in the way the term applies to indenture clubs, but there is indeed a two tier system, which does act to ’lock in’ a girl’s indenture for considerably longer than had been the norm.
As it is panning out, it seems to look something like this (though in the fast moving cultural wavefront which the Indenture Contract has unleashed, nothing is guaranteed to look the same in even a few month’s time!): young girls, who are wanting to achieve the very highest price for themselves, prefer to indenture themselves to the fresh meat clubs, and do it almost as soon as they are legally able to, and at the same time, often make themselves subject to a potential ’lock-in’ for a period of up to ten years, for several reasons.
The main driver is that the Indenture Clubs have begun to ‘mark down’ prices for very young entrants— broadly, girls aged 18 to 19-and-a-half. Beauty can be assessed, of course, as can physical fitness and even gymnastic and dance ability (as a proxy for sexual flexibility: gymnastic and dance clubs have seen significant take-up among girls in the 13+ age range), but it has become very clear that no amount of ‘psychometric’ testing can predict how well a girl so young will transition into the condition of a sex-slave— it turns out that the defining quality of a young female sex slave from the male customer’s point of view is ‘attitude’, followed by ‘performance’. These turn out to matter much more to club members than simple beauty or ability. High prices paid for beauty queens and other pageant winners, for instance, have turned out to correlate poorly with popularity of girls with members as soon as three months after indenture (yes, the ‘moneyball’ data-led approach to running and optimising indenture clubs is in the ascendant, too).
With this in mind, these young girls— and their parents or agents who are grooming girls to fetch the highest prices on their 18th birthdays (yes, there are now agents working for girls as young as 14, some of whom might better be termed ‘procurers’, some say)— these girls are spending far more time on activities likely to help them convince buyers that they will have the all-important attitude than on schoolwork (see breakout).
But all this activity has no guarantee of delivering the higher prices the girls want for selling themselves. The fresh meat clubs model, though, has a different offer to members— not ‘attitude’, but ‘innocence’. The ugly fact is that for a wide range of men, feeling that they are using an innocent is worth extra money— and here, of course, a positive attitude towards sexual servitude is actually a downside; you would expect an ‘innocent’ girl to sometimes be awkward, unwilling, incompetent, intransigent— all the things indenture club members don’t like.
So, for a start, the fresh meat clubs are very happy to price on easily assessable features like beauty (defiling a beautiful innocent is definitely worth more than one of average looks, of course).
There’s another clever feature, though, which we have not mentioned so far, although it is obvious enough; fresh-meat clubs take girls only on short indentures— typically two years, some even as short as six months.
The obvious reason for this is that innocence doesn’t last forever— but that’s not so much a benefit as the avoidance of a negative; the benefit (for everyone) is that the fresh meat clubs deliver a solid basing for pricing a girl for the longer indentures the mainstream indenture clubs require.
Talent scouts from mainstream clubs sample girls at fresh meat clubs on a continuous basis— as do agents and investors (imagine, turning up, booking a girl, and showing her that you have shares in her future as a sex slave; are you going to get better than normal service? You’d certainly hope so— and you’re free to ‘short’ her shares if you don’t). The upshot of all this is that ’the market’ for girls 19 plus is now much more mature; and girls who have not put themselves through a fresh meat club— where every aspect of a girl’s performance can be sampled and tracked (and not necessarily ‘in the flesh’, though you may be disappointed to hear it; subscriptions to data feeds are booming, too, and getting both more detailed and more expensive; elite sports video analysis techniques are beginning to be used— this is not a joke; these clubs are a new multi-billion industry); such girls— new indenture candidates at what used to be considered an early ’entry-age’ are now routinely achieving lower prices for their young bodies. The market is pushing any girl who wants to achieve top-dollar for herself to commit to spending at least 6 or seven years of her life as an indentured sex slave. Three year mainstream indentures are now offering such low figures that only the desperate girls will take them.
This, then, is the ‘Double Tap’— one indenture at 18, typically for a year, then another at 19, typically for five years— though for girls with a high score coming out of their fresh meat term premiums may be offered for seven or even ten-year terms. Exceptional girls with stellar records in their first six months at a fresh-meat club are being sold-on— and increasingly, fresh-meat contracts with options for the indenture owner to both unilaterally extend the term and to sell the extended indenture on are the best deal for an 18 year-old— so that— should she perform as hoped, she will not be in control of her life again until she is either ’let go’ early, or ten years have passed.
All of this turns an unlikely business model— higher turnover of less reliable girls, more expensive premises, paid mentors, lower usage rates— into a surprisingly more profitable setup than a standard indenture club (yes, the proper name for a fresh-meat club is ‘indenture club’— the legal and organisational structures are broadly similar— it’s just the age range and the specifics which differ; we’ve been advised to make this statement so that the legal position remains clear. The Playboy Organisation does not condone, support or endorse any non legally tested arrangements which purport to embody the same principles but with different contracts, such as the so-called ‘free slavery’ clubs). The higher fees members will pay for access to young and ‘innocent’ girls is not the financial story— it’s the double-tap model which makes it pay.
The analogy has been made with the college/pro relationships in major league sports, and it stands up pretty well. The fresh-meat clubs take the riskier deals, invest in their intake while technically ’losing’ money, but make enough through the ‘after market’ that it works out for both sides of the deal.
Does it work out for the girls? Well again, the analogy holds up rather well; those who get ‘picked’ up for a full-length Indenture Contract can hope to earn well; but for those who lose a year or two of their youth to what is in all but name full sexual slavery and are then released, the outcome might seem less satisfactory. A twenty year old young woman, who has ignored her formal education in favour of sexual gymnastics and circus skills, who bears on her body a bar code or laser brand, or telltale tattoos, or at the least has large tell-tale holes in nipples and labia may well find that her opportunities, both in life and in love, are not so good.
Whatever the outcomes for the girls,- or society for that matter— the explosive growth of the fresh-meat model means that clubs of this kind are here to stay- and, judging from our findings, for the discerning and priapic gentleman at least, this can only be a good thing.
Here, then are our ‘Girls of the Fresh Meat clubs’— and very fresh they are, too.
The Telemann Twins
Picture: The Telemann Twins— sweetly accepting: Click here to reveal.
You probably don’t know it, but Playboy was the first magazine to introduce a glamour photoshoot featuring naked twins. In October 1970 Playboy introduced the Collinson Twins, launching their short but sweet film career.
So it’s appropriate, perhaps, that Playboy can present, in public, the first indenture club twins— the Telemanns, who can lay a claim to be the most expensive Indenture Contract girls to date.
Playboy rose to prominence on the back of the ‘Free Love’ decade— the 1960s. It celebrated women who were liberated enough to revel in their own sexuality. The advent of indenture clubs and the culture that celebrates male rights over legally subjugated women is a major shift; it might be called ’expensive sex’. As a humble reflectors of the culture and times, Playboy cannot but ‘go with the flow’, and equally celebrate women who are confident enough to sell themselves into what is, to all intents and purposes, sex slavery.
And the Telemann girls are definitely not ‘free’— not in terms of the cost to use them, or in terms of their ability to determine their own future. Emphatically not, on either count.
They are, too, expensive to access— reserved for the top tier of Members at the exclusive Beverly Hills Freshies Club (to which your intrepid reporter and his camerawoman were granted temporary membership- lucky us!).
And they were expensive to buy— the highest priced Indenture Contract publicly reported to date.
Further, under the contract they have signed, they very well might not be free individuals again for twelve— count them; twelve— years, by which time they will be thirty, and never have known a day’s freedom from sexual servitude in their adulthood, have rarely had a day on which they have not several times given willing sexual service to multiple strangers, each of whom has the right to hurt and degrade them, as well as satisfy their lust.
Yes, these are ’those’ Telemann Twins— if you haven’t at least heard of them, you must have been living under a rock for the last eighteen months (in which case, welcome back, and we’re proud— but not in the least surprised— that Playboy has been your first port of call!).
As you can see, they are both absolutely prime specimens of young indenture club femininity. They aren’t just beautiful, though (and not just sexually remarkable— though they are all that, too, as your reporter— and camerawoman!— will happily attest), they make for an interesting case study of how the fresh-meat clubs have stirred things up.
The Telemann family began planning to indenture the twins— at the twins’ suggestion, they want us to make clear— when the girls were fourteen, when only the very first reports out of Jonesboro were suggesting there was something interesting about the experiment there. In Glendale, no-one had any idea of this, though. The Twins’ plan was aimed at getting the girls ready for negotiations with some of the tonier California indenture clubs at around their seventeenth birthday, and to sell them for the highest price possible for a three year fixed-term indenture at that point— to fund their college education. In those days, that was not at all unheard of, an unusual choice, but still a rare choice;
“We had some social trouble at school, but honestly, it blew over. We were ‘straight-edge girls’, which had everyone very confused. Yes, yes it’s true, we were virgins on the day of our sale— and proper virgins, not just technical virgins, and there was no … no masturbating, either.” says Trinny.
Giggles Tilly; “All our fellatio training was done with realistic rubber units!”
For indentured sex-toys, the twins are still rather strait-laced in their language, although their handlers promise they can talk dirty if a member wants them to; ‘Member satisfaction appears to be their number one and only concern,’ we heard; ’the guess is they’re planning to go for the record second price, too’.
The advent of the fresh-meat clubs changed everything for the twins;
“Daddy and Mommy got ambitious; they wanted to go for the record, and, honestly, all our training, with no … no release, if you see what I mean, had us quite -”
“- honestly, I’d say we both got very confused, and, and needy,” (they finish each others’ sentences all the time).
The twins got all caught up in the ‘double-tap’ thinking, with their father putting significant resource into their training, and hiring one of the most successful West Coast agents, Frany Hernandina.
“Frany insisted on us being perfect!” says Trinny, “One thing we were not virgin to was the paddle or the switch,” smirks Tilly with a rueful pout.
“Any way, we had sort of missed the meaning of the extensible at will option clause; I mean we understood it right enough; no question but we knew what we were signing, but we didn’t think about what it would do to us, until we were indentured, and Madame Chris went through everything with us, very thoroughly. She’s so nice, so straightforward.”
“And then we heard that Daddy and Mommy retired early and moved to the Bay Area, and then …”
“… then we had a hard time for a few weeks.”
“And then …” a funny little bounce, a sweet/sad smile from Tilly;
“… and then, we realised, if we’re going to be doing this for twelve years, we should make the most of it.” A half guilty, half gleeful look flashes between them; and her sister continued; “… and just be the best sex toys anyone could ever imagine!”
“The problem is, that here, they simply refuse to ‘break’ us. Everything here has to be negotiated, voluntary. They say it keeps us ‘innocent’ longer.”
“But it makes it sooo much harder! Every day we have to renew our promises to each other to be perfect. If we were broken, we’d automatically deliver, wouldn’t be able to choose.”
Readers, We can both assure you that, on our visit at least, Trinny and Tilly did indeed ‘deliver’ in the most satisfyingly, sweetly eager manner imaginable. Those ‘straight-edge’ girls have come the longest way!
‘Franny’
In Vermont, they may have a reputation for being egalitarian and a little traditional, too, but the reality is that the Indenture Club in Montpelier was among the first ten established in the nation. It endured a period of severe controversy, with pickets and even an attempted arson attack, but as the mood of the nation changed, the Montpelier Gentleman’s Association & Indenture Club (Mount Gaic, in common parlance) began to be a place where deals were made, and politics brokered too, in the large club rooms on its ground floor, which are as decorous as any traditional club.
It is only on the upper floors that it begins to be seen why, despite the state’s strait-laced reputation, it is known as one of the clubs where more extreme behaviour is normalised. The open Members’ lounge, immediately on entrance, presented us with a visceral scene of a gorgeous young woman, was being both taken forcefully from the rear and alternately having her breasts whipped, then serving with her mouth a lusty gentleman standing in front of her. This scene was attracting little attention from the other tables, where a range of other activities were in full swing.
The Dungeon Floor— two floors up from there, was too much for your intrepid reporter, and in any case, we were bound for the floors further up, to the roof-suite, where the ‘young ladies’, as they are euphemistically described here, are housed.
There are two schools of thought in the training and development of fresh-meat; in Beverly Hills, as you’ve read, Trinny and Tilly are not being pushed hard toward a ‘breaking’ point, but rather encouraged to continuously negotiate the condition of their indentures (within, of course, very tight boundaries). In theory, this keeps the girls ‘innocent’ for longer. Critiques of that approach say that it can, instead, breed cynicism— the exact opposite of what it intended, as girls learn to ‘play the system’ (not Trinny and Tilly’s choice, of course!).
In Vermont, they go to the other extreme. Franny, here— along with every other new girl, was stripped with brutal efficiency in the signing room, right in front of those of her friends and family who had chosen to attend, then dragged by the ankles into an adjoining lounge where seven members, chosen by lot, used her roughly and thoroughly until none of them had any further demands of her— in Franny’s case, this took over three hours.
She spent the next twenty or so hours in a tiny, cramped and cold ‘oubliette’ style concrete box on the roof, naked, chined by the neck, ankles and feet, with only a meagre water supply. Taken from there in her own filth, she was hosed down with freezing water on the roof, with all the other girls, staff and invited members watching, and then pierced as you see— two large holes made in the lowest extremities of her outer labia, and the heavy ring installed. No anaesthetics are used in Vermont.
Picture: Franny; overwhelmed by her pussy ring : Click here to reveal.
Several other regimes of privation were imposed upon her thereafter, interspersed with what were effectively rapes, until, after two days, cleaned up, made presentable, a bag was placed over her head and she was marched, naked, through all 6 floors of the club, required to be on tip-toe the whole time (failure being met with a stroke of the switch between her thighs), until she reached the Boardroom antechamber, where the bag was removed from her head, and the question put to her;
“Would you like to beg the Board to have you irrevocably broken in as an indentured cunt?”
Franny tells us that this regime— two days of varied, random horrors (all, of course, perfectly valid within the terms of the battle-tested Indenture Contract she had willingly signed, after a long series of mandatory validation checks and interviews; more extreme in Vermont than in any other state, we were informed), then the ritual humiliation and the question— was endured three times by her, before she could muster the will power to answer in the affirmative with an acceptable degree of sincerity (her honest attempt after the second round had been deemed disrespectful, as she could not control her sobbing).
Once her begging had been accepted, she was required to ’entertain’ the ‘honor guard’ who had escorted her while the Board actually assembled, before a cursory hairbrush and wipe-down and the ordeal of the Board— which by then was a mere formality (Board members of course have first rights to participate in the ordeals Fanny had been subjected to, so that those who cared to had already an intimate understanding of every aspect of the girl which interested them).
Kneeling on a plinth, her legs spread obscenely wide, the ring the centre of her universe, she had answered six ritual questions in the affirmative. After that, Fanny says, it took two days of what was, by contrast with her ordeals, almost feather-bed treatment, at the hands of experienced handlers, not permitting her to sleep for more than a couple of hours at a time, keeping her in a continuous other-worldly state (like the most intense sex-dream that lasted forever she told us) as they talked to her, stroked her, praised her, teased her with little treats, brought her to fever pitch again and again before overwhelming her with powerful orgasms, to bring her to the realisation, and have it solidly embedded in her self-image, that she had already been ‘broken’; that she would never again see herself as anything but a sexual object for use by others, would never again see herself as having rights over her own body.
And through it all, Fanny told us, it was the ring which made it all real. The fat heavy ring which she spends much of her free time looking at, still unable to comprehend to power it has over her, she told us.
“I’m in love with it, I’m horrified by it, I’m appalled by it, I’m so damn’ proud of it; it kills me, it rules me, it defines me” she says (Franny is a dreamy girl, with a poetic turn of phrase; a manner which, rather delightfully (and excitingly, to be honest), stays with her as one uses her; she is utterly, helplessly engaged with the business of being used as a sex-toy, overwhelmed by it, entranced by it; “I always want to be back in the sex-dream they gave me— that’s what I’m working for, all the time, when I’m with you, Sir— and … well anyone who takes me. I’m so grateful”).
Fanny, we are grateful in our turn for your service.
So, to the sixty-four million dollar question? Which approach is better? The brutality of Vermont, which has forever made a discontinuity in Franny’s mind from her first eighteen years of life? Or the ‘slowly but surely’ method preferred in Beverly Hills (variants on these approaches are found across the land).
Neither myself nor my valued partner in this endeavour can venture an opinion. If pressed, we agreed that we would stick to the line; ‘variety is the spice of life’.
In their very different ways, both Franny and Tilly/Trinny retain a lovely and wondrous sense of innocence, considering the debauchery of their daily life and certain futures. We salute their trainers, and we salute their property.
In our desire to give our readers and idea of the developments which are apace in the world of the indenture clubs, we have no space available to tell the fascinating stories of the other girls in this feature, but only to very briefly introduce them alongside their pictures.
Georgia
Picture: Georgia : Click here to reveal.
Georgia is the property of the junior division of the same Richfield Gentleman's Club where we met Shannon in our previous feature. Georgia is unusual in having had no plans at all to sell herself to an Indenture Club until the night before she presented herself at the recruiting centre. It was a spur of the moment thing, you know; I looked at the girls I was out with all set to train as hairdressers or legal secretaries or whatever, at the damn Community collage, and I decided I was going to make something of myself. She certainly has become something marvellous, as far as we're concerned, and we think you'll agree.
Ginny
Picture: Ginny : Click here to reveal.
At Playboy we have, relentlessly, presented our girls in an upbeat, positive way. With the advent of the indenture clubs though we must acknowledge that these clubs exist to allow men (overwhelmingly men, though the number of clubs accepting, and even trying specifically to attract, female members is increasing) to abuse young women freely, with those women deemed to have consented in advance to a wide and very permissive range of what, in ordinary society, would be considered perverse and often cruel excesses. The assurance that these girls have always signed up in full knowledge of their commitments is acknowledged, but, in plain terms, the capacity of an innocent 18 year old girl to fully prepare herself for what goes on inside an indenture club must be questionable— indeed has been questioned, in court, and the courts have ruled; this deals with the legal reality, but we are also witness to the emotional reality. Ginny, here, entertained us beautifully, with an almost troubling degree of commitment to our pleasure and satisfaction, delivered in the sweetest way possible. but talking to her afterward, she told us; I imagined it so beautiful; and of course it is; but the men can be so hard. I like, it, honestly; I’ve learned to respond, been trained to respond, and I do; but I’m so small, and they are so big, and strong, and violent… It would be remiss of us not to remind our readers of the savagery implicit in indenture culture, and to wonder, along with the nation, where we are headed, even as we salute the glory of these girls, and the professionalism of their handlers.
