The party at Edward's had come to a close. Donna Sue and her kids left in the limo the following morning. Naomi was sad to see her new friends leave, but they had promised to get together again soon.

As they drove back into the city, and their hotel, Tatum reflected over the last few days. She had now finished recording a new album. Most of the songs were her own. Edward and his friends had kept their promises to help her out. All she had to do was perform in whatever way sexually they requested. The sex wasn't so bad either!

According to Edward, she would begin her promotional tour on Monday. That would give her and her family time to see the sights of Nashville. They spent the next few days doing just that. On their free time in the hotel, they enjoyed each other.

When the tour began, Edward had her dress in a denim mini, western styled shirt and boots. Her blonde hair was in two pony-tails (Edward called them "doggy ears"). She was dressed identically to the way she was the first time she auditioned with her new agent/boss. Unlike that day, little Miss Tatum was no longer a virgin.

Donna Sue and Tony had waited at the hotel. This initial trip was to last only 4 days. Donna Sue knew her little girl was safe with Edward, and besides, she had set her sights on a couple of men for her and her son to enjoy.

The first radio station was in Nashville. She met with the station manager, and to her surprise, was not requested to perform any sex acts with him. He listened to her demo, and promised to give her some air time. He did however, ask if she would be interested in meeting his twins. Mikey and Melissa were 12 and big fans of country music, especially whenever a young person was starting.

She agreed, and the men worked out the details. This meet would be at Mr. Bigelow's ranch outside of town. After a few more minutes of polite conversation, Tatum and Edward were off to the next station.

This one was a little different, she decided, when they pulled up. It was in a different part of town, and the area looked pretty seedy to her. As she stepped out, she flashed her pink cotton panties at Edward who had exited first and was holding the door.

"Now, Tatum," he began, "the manager here is Tom Collins. Yes, like the drink. He does a pretty good job running the station, but he will want to be convinced. Are you ready?"

"Sure. I'm surprised Mr. Bigelow didn't want me to do something. Do you think he invited me out to meet his kids so we can party? Or will I do stuff with him there?" She adjusted her skirt, made sure her shirt was showing a sufficient amount of pre-teen tummy, and followed her boss.

"To be honest, I'm not sure about him. He may be legit. I've never been to his ranch, nor met his kids. I guess you'll find out when you go. Here we are. Mr. Collins' office is straight ahead."

The receptionist met the couple, and announced their arrival to her boss. He greeted them warmly, shaking hands with Edward, but giving Tatum a hug. He then turned and led them to his office.

It wasn't as big, or plush as the last stop, but it was comfortable, Tatum decided. When he offered her a chair, he took the spot opposite her on a overstuffed sofa. She wondered what she would have to do for him, and how big his cock was. The sofa reminded her of the one in Edward's office.

He got straight to the point, while he was staring at her pink panties. "Tatum, I've listened to your demo. You have a lot of talent. Edward tells me you wrote the songs yourself. Is that right?"

She knew he was looking, so she decided to tease him little. She crossed legs, spreading them first to reveal even more of her panties. Her feet swung easily in front of her, as she was too short t for her feet to touch the floor.

"Yes sir. I've been writing for a coupla years now. I really like it. I was really glad Mr. Edward gave me a shot. I love to sing, and perform. I hope you like my songs enough to play them on your station." With that, she uncrossed her legs and smiled at Tom. His eyes were focused between her young, firm legs.

Edward spoke up. "Tom, if you and Tatum will excuse me, I need to make some calls. I should be about 30-45 minutes if that's OK? The two of you can discuss her songs."

He rose to leave, winking at Tatum. She smiled at him, and Tom rose when his business associate did.

"I'm sure we'll be fine. I have nothing on my schedule for the next couple of hours." He turned back to sit, and Tatum noticed the bulge in his jeans. That was another thing she had noticed about Tom. Unlike Mr. Bigelow, who was dressed in a suit, he was dressed casually in boots and jeans, with a solid-color shirt.

She sat patiently, her arms on the armrests of the chair, her legs still spread. The wait wasn't long.

"Tatum, Edward and I have been friends a long time. I have played songs for several of his new potential stars. I have to tell you, this is a tough business. I'm impressed with your talent, and your looks. You are a very pretty girl. I can see you don't mind showing a little skin, either," he finished as he looked at her bare legs, then up to her stomach. His gaze came to rest on her smile. She had even, white teeth and a beautiful smile. He did love a pretty smile.

She blushed, and ducked her head. "Thank you Mr. Collins. I do like to sing, and perform. I'm a country girl, and I've always just dressed in whatever was comfortable, especially in the summer time. This isn't too hot and keeps me comfortable. I'm glad you like it." The teasing continued as she swung her legs and stretched slightly, revealing even more tummy.

"Is there anything I can do to help persuade you to play my songs?" she coyly twirled one pony-tail and chewed on her lip, tilting her head to the side.

Tom felt his cock at full strength now. He knew it was visible under the tight confines of his jeans. He decided to see just how far she was willing to go.

"And just how much skin are you comfortable with showing, Tatum? And what are you willing to do for me?"

She stood, her denim skirt riding up as she slid from the chair. She unbuttoned the colorful shirt, revealing her still-developing upper body. She was bra-less today, at Edward's request. She was still so small, she really didn't need a bra, and preferred not to ever wear one.

The shirt slid from her shoulders, and she unfastened the button of her skirt. Teasing him more with the slowness of her actions, she unzipped it and pushed it down her legs. She was now nude except for her pink panties and boots.

She stepped in front of him, knelt between his legs and rubbed his thighs, then finally his cock bulge.

"How about if I take care of this for you. Any way you like." Her eyes melted him as she looked up, still rubbing the denim fabric.

He gently pushed her away, then stood. He knew he didn't have long. Forty-five minutes at the most before Edward returned. Although he suspected the man had already been tapping the girl, Tom wanted them to both be dressed when he returned. He knew how he wanted her to "take care of this" for him.

She reached up and unbuckled his belt, then worked on his jeans. She too, knew there wasn't a lot of time. She tugged the material down, allowing his cock to pop free. He was "going commando" as her brother had described it, and was not wearing anything under the jeans.

His cock was about 8" long, and the thickest she had seen yet. Her little pink tongue darted out and licked the drop of pre-cum on the tip. He gasped and his hands went to her pony-tails. She got the message and sucked the mushroom head between her lips.

She could feel her little pussy getting moist as she decided she enjoyed sucking cocks. She also wondered if it could all fit inside her. That's where she wanted his cum. She wanted to keep it inside her little tunnel as long as she could.

She was able to get most of his cock inside her mouth, and down her throat. Like most men, Tom enjoyed the feel of a mouth on his cock. The fact that this mouth was talented, and belonged to a pre-teen who knew what to do with it, made it even more pleasurable.

After only a couple of minutes, she pulled away and stood. Looking up at him, she hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her panties and pushed them down her legs, stepping out of them. She was just sexy for words, he thought as she stood before him wearing only her boots. For Tatum, it was a reminder of her first day in Edward's office. She just wondered if there were video cameras running. A quick look to the side, and there it was. The red light was on.

"Would you like to try putting that in my pussy, Mr. Tom?" she shyly asked.

The innocence she exuded was too much for him. He leaned over and picked the girl up, holding her ass in both of his large hands. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist. Slowly, he slid her down on his shaft, then started walking as she felt inch after inch stretch her tunnel.

"Oohhh, it's so big in me. I don't know if it'll fit, Mr. Tom," she cooed into his ear as she felt her body stretch.

"It'll fit, Tatum," he told her as he pushed deeper. He was now fully inside of her, the tip had penetrated her cervix as he bounced her on his cock. She cried out with pain, but continued to squeeze the shaft buried inside her.

He stopped at the edge of the desk, and sat her on it. As he did, he pulled her arms from his neck, and lay her backwards. He then took her legs and held them over his shoulders. Now, the fucking started in earnest.

Tatum grunted with each thrust. Tom was panting. He wasn't a young man any more and couldn't keep up the pace he once did. This was too much for him. He knew he had to cum, and cum quick. She could get pleasure later.

Even though he was just fucking her, Tatum could feel her orgasm build. She had discovered that it didn't take much to cause her to cum, and this was just enough, even with the pain of having her cervix opened.

Her juices were giving him all the lube he needed to easily pump in and out of the little girl. Since she had started fucking, her body was responding as it should. She craved cock and craved orgasms now.

After only a few minutes, Tom held still, and Tatum felt his cock twitch inside her, unloading spurt after spurt of hot seed directly into her womb. She knew if she kept this up, she would have to get on birth control when she started her periods, and that shouldn't be long in coming.

With his orgasm, came Tatum's own. Tom had been quiet with his fucking and orgasm. Tatum was considerably more vocal.

"UNGHHHHHHH,,, CUMMINGGGG!!!!!! YESSSSSSSSSS!" she screamed out as she hugged him to her small body, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist, pulling his cock as deeply as possible inside her tunnel.

One of the things Tom hated about himself was that when he came, he came. That was it. His cock retreated to it's normal soft state (about 3" long, to him it looked like a mini-sausage) and he started slipping out. Tatum could feel him shrivel and their combined juices leak out with the exit of his cock.

He stepped back and she lowered her legs and slid from the desk. He pointed to the restroom at the side of his office and she made her way to it, the cum running down the inside of her slender legs. When she freshened up, she took a warm cloth with her back to the office. Too late. He had zipped up and was waiting for her.

She dressed again as he watched. He didn't say a word to her, and she wondered if this was for naught. Would he even play her record now? Or did he just use her for sex? As she made the final adjustments to her clothing, her questions were answered.

Tom picked up the phone and spoke to someone. Within moments, another man walked in. He took one look at Tatum, then at his boss. He was a DJ. Tom handed him the demo and told him to play it in place of another artist. He smiled and left.

Well, that's two down. I wonder how many more I'll have to visit? And what does Mr. Bigelow's son look like?