The town morals watchdog works for strip club she tries to shut down.
This is a work of pure fiction. There is no connection to any real people or places. It is for entertainment only and is not to be reproduced without written consent.
I think you will find this chapter a little more interesting, from an erotic standpoint. If you haven't read Ch 01, you may find it fills in some important background that leads up to this chapter. Key to the stories is the special component inside Jerry's computer.
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Jerry Waters is slightly geeky kind of guy who one day acquires a computer with some interesting properties. He is using his computer to write erotic stories without fully realizing what is happening around him.
Soon after powering up his new acquisition, a strange twist of fate activated an interesting 'feature' on his 'antique' computer . . . .
The continuing saga --
Jerry Waters wasn't a grubby lecher but by the same token, he wasn't a soapbox Puritan busybody either. While he did on occasion, have some pretty erotic thoughts about his mother and sister, and some of the people in his town, he wasn't the kind to preach morals to anyone. There were a few 'morals' busybodies in town he wished he had the nerve to tell them to mind their own business though.
Jerry had already been up and around for a few hours. He'd had his breakfast, a shower, and cleaned up a few things in his room. It was when he walked by his 2nd floor bedroom window that he paused to see what was going on outside. One in particular was a 35 yr old woman named Jenny.
Jenny was the daughter of and ultra strict set of evangelistic parents. Her parents took it to the extreme of 1890's style high neck / floor hugging hem length type dresses for women. When her parents died in a freak car accident, jenny took it upon herself to preach Puritan values to everyone in town.
Now Jerry was a tolerant type of person, by having someone constantly push extremist values was something that usually rubbed him the wrong way. Jerry, however, was never one to be too vocal about trying to stand up for people's rights. Outwardly, he was just too intimidated to say anything.
Now Jenny, on the other hand, was really outspoken. In one case, she took offense to the bridal shop in town that had a titillating lingerie section in the back of the store. Jenny's biggest beef of late, was the strip club just outside of town. She wrote letters-to-the-editor, speaking out against it, did sign carrying protests in front of the club, and more than once tried to get the city council to outlaw the club. This last tactic didn't work because the club was outside the city limits and no one else had filed any complaints against the club.
Jerry had attended the last city council meeting where she virtually went into a rage at why nothing was being done. Her 'venting' took up so much time that night that a number of really important issues, that should have been address that night, had to be tabled until the next council meeting a week from then.
To Jerry, this was somewhat the 'last straw'. She was being really disruptive, as far as city business was concerned, but within her legal rights to protest. It just frustrated Jerry to no end but the only thing he knew to do was to take out his frustrations by writing a fictional story that would 'fix her wagon', so to speak.
So, one evening after dinner, Jerry powered up his computer. The power light came on, the keyboard lights flashed, and the monitor slowly came to life. A marvelous electronic component inside the computer case came to life as well. Its red glow was obscured by the metal enclosure. And thus Jerry began to compose a fictional story that he wished would fix how things were with Jenny, the Zelot.
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"Jenny, the zealous town moralist, was always looking for some sexual sin to expose, and to right. Even some of the most trivial things were on her 'target' list. She would 'soapbox' preach to anyone who would listen about how wrong it was for girls to wear piercings, short shorts, and skimpy swim suits at the public pool. What really tripped her trigger was the 'just outside city limits' strip club. All you had to do was even allude to it and you got a 1-hour sermon about how evil it was.
Jenny had tried everything conceivable to try to get the place shut down. She tried filing a complaint with the police but the cops said since it was outside their jurisdiction, they couldn't do anything about it. She tried filing a complaint with the county sheriff. That only worked a couple of times before she was told to stop making nuisance calls because the club was following all the rules and always kept the clients 'in line'.
She even tried walking the sidewalk in front of the club but was ignored. Actually, she was told that she was making such a commotion that she would be arrested for disturbing the peace if she didn't move on.
The strip club had become such a pet peeve of hers, she just had to concentrate all her efforts on shutting the place down. She'd heard rumors that there was more going on than just the dancing inside. There were supposed back rooms where anything goes, i.e. total topless, total bottomless, and even oral or regular sex. She just had to figure out a way to get the 'goods' on the place so she could take it to the Sheriff, as proof the place was violating the law. It was when Jenny was watching one of those investigative reporting programs on TV that she got an idea.
On the TV program, they had the investigative reporter wearing a miniature camera in their glasses that transmitted a signal to a small recorder in the reporter's purse. If only Jenny had one of those. She knew the plan she had thought up would go against all she stood for but she thought the 'ends' justified the 'means'.
The plan was daring, and totally out of character for her. She would pose as a stripper from out of town. This would give her access to all of the areas of the strip club that would be most relevant to getting the club shut down, i.e. the dressing rooms, the pole-dance area, and the back rooms. She would only be in the club long enough to get the footage she needed, then off to the Sheriff's office.
So it was that on Friday night, Jenny donned an outfit that was somewhat revealing, a long brunet wig, and the video glasses. All of these things were bought in a city 200 miles away so there was very little chance anyone would recognize her. Before she went out the door, she stuffed the small video recorder into her purse. To additionally keep recognition down, she was driving a rental car to the club from an out-of-town route.
