The ride home from Bob's office had been silent, as both Marie and Amanda replayed what had unfolded in the casting office in their heads. Amanda's emotions were understandably conflicted. She had just had sex for the first time. She had friends at school that talked about sex, but none of her little friends claimed to have actually had sex. Just the usual conversations by curious preteens that overheard some sex talk, walked in on parents or older siblings, or maybe accidently caught a sex scene on cable tv.

Amanda knew what had just happened was odd. She was only nine. This was supposed to be an audition for a movie. She had just had sex with a grown up man! She thought to herself, "why did mommy let this happen?" "It hurt a little when he put it inside me, but it also made me feel kinda tingly."

"Maybe this is what all actresses have to do to get started. And Bob did say, he had a couple of movies I might be perfect for." "I mean, that wasn't so bad, and if I become famous, then I can pick and choose who I have sex with."

The little girl was already rationalizing, trying to make sense of her just completed "interview". Mom was also daydreaming on the thrity minute drive home. However, Marie's thoughts were different. She was amazed how hot she felt, the instant she realized Bob wanted a blowjob from Amanda, and not her. Not one ounce of jealousy. Not one moment of shock or outrage. Why hadn't she been offended at Bob's lewd request? Why had she been so quick to make Amanda go behind Bob's desk, and provide oral sex to a complete stranger, an adult at that? It's not like she is in financial straits. Marie has a good paying job. She covers her bills easily. Not bad for a single mom. No. She doesn't need the money. So why then? Why force her nine year old daughter into sex, just for the outside chance, that one day, she might actually get some acting work. That was the question. She knew the answer.

The reason Marie was so willing to tell Amanda to go satisy Bob's requests, was because she enjoyed watching it. Her pussy had been teased at the office party, seeing her male co-workers with Amanda on their laps, fondling her legs. She knew she liked how that made her feel between her legs. She reasoned with herself that subconsciously, she must want to see the action ecalate, but with strangers, not people she knew, and worked with. It could cost her job if they knew what she really wanted them to do to Amanda. Maybe not, but it didn't seem worth it to find out. Besides, she had just found a man that was eager to play with her tanned little blonde daughter. Marie could feel her heart speeding up again, as she replayed her daughter's first experience over in her mind as she drove. She remembered what Bob had said.."next week, same time...garter belt and thigh highs." Looks like a trip to the mall is in order.

Amanda's voice finally broke the silence twenty minutes into the ride home. "Mommy, do all actresses have to have sex with people like Bob? The men that decide who gets the movie parts?". I think so darling. Marie didn't know the answer, but was going to do whatever she could to encourage Amanda to continue going on "interviews" and "auditions". Remember what Bob said, he said you had potential, and he thought you might be perfect for a couple of movies he is casting for. "What kind of movies, mommy?" Oh, he didn't say sweety. We will be sure to ask him next week, when we go see him again. You are going to see him again next week, ok? "Ok mommy...do you think he will ask me to suck his cock again..and ask you if it's ok to fuck me?". Marie had a mini orgasm when she heard Amanda talking like that, using those words. I'm sure he will Amanda, but please make sure you do not tell anyone else about that. It has to be a secret. That way, when you are a famous movie star, everyone will be surprised, ok sweety? Promise? Amanda looked at her mom and smiled.."I promise Mommy."

(ONE WEEK LATER)..."Mr Collins", the receptionist buzzed the phone in the office behind her, "your next appointment is here." The mid forty yr old receptionist, the same lady that was there last week instructed Marie and Amanda to sit, and let them know Bob would be with them shortly. As they sat, the receptionist stared at them and shook her head in disgust behind their backs. How could a mother dress her little girl like a whore? Do people want their kids in show business that bad? The older woman stared at Amanda's outfit: a bright red tight fitting tank top, red leather skirt that was short enough to allow anyone to see the child was wearing lace topped thigh high stockings (nude shade) suspended by garter belts. The woman's eyes followed the little girl's legs down to her feet. She shook her head when she saw the nine year old was wearing platform heeled "clear" stripper heels! "FIVE INCH PLATFORM HEELS on a child?" The woman had a pretty good idea what was going on behind closed doors at her place of employment...but no stage mom had even gone this far over the top before. The receptionist tried to ignore the wet spot in her panties, as the door behind her flung open.

Bob ignored Marie, and walked straight to Amanda. "Good afternoon beautiful, stand up and let me see ya!" Amanda stood, and instinctively began to "pose and model" for Bob. She did a little turn, causing her skirt to float. Bob's pants tented, especially when her skirt floated and he got a perfect view of the little beauty's thigh highs and garters. he was pleased Marie had honored his request. The 5 inch clear platforms were an extra treat he wasn't expecting. He also had caught a glimpse of Amanda's sweet little crotch and loved that she was not wearing any panties! "Ok ladies, I have a busy afternoon, so let's get started, shall we?" The three of them walked into Bob's office as the door closed behind them.

"I hope you ladies had a good week, it's so nice to see you again. Amanda, I cannot tell you how much I love your outfit. You looked nice as a business woman, but I think you make a perfect street whore!". Marie, don't you think Amanda would make a great street whore in my next movie?" Marie smiled and answered yes, while Amanda looked at Bob and asked "what's a street whore?". Bob smiled at the little girl, and explained that a "street whore" is a girl that gets paid to have sex with lots of men, and even women sometimes. "They pay you money, and then you have to do whatever they say". Amanda, the prettiest ones, like you, make LOTS of money!...he continued. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves, you would still have to pass the interview stage to even get an audition. That's why your mommy brought you back today. He stared at the little hottie and her inappropriate outfit as he talked to her, practically drooling. Bob had fucked (sometimes raped) many little aspiring actresses, but none of them were as pretty or sexy as Amanda. In fact today, she looked good enough to eat!

Bob grabbed Amanda by her hand, and escorted her behind his desk, with him. Marie moved one of the chair's facing his desk over to the side of the desk, while Bob stripped naked. She wanted a better view than the one she had last week. Bob sat Amanda on his desk this time, facing him. He rolled the leather chair he was sitting in closer to her. He grabbed her ankles, feeling the expensive silk thigh highs. He placed her feet and platform clear heels on top of his thighs, taking time to rub and feel the cool plastic that made up the upper part of her erotic looking high heels. He liked the way her red toenail polish looked thru her nude shade thigh highs.

He slowly worked his hands up her legs, feeling almost electric as his palms slid against the silk. Her calves were amazingly toned for a nine year old. Bob's eyes peeked under Amanda's skirt. He had noticed in the lobby that she was "panty-less". Bob pressed the side of his face against Amanda's leg, wanting to feel the silk thigh high against his cheek. He inhaled. Amanda smelled so sweet and fresh, like she had just stepped out of a bubble bath. He began kissing her legs. Starting at her calf, up the leg to her knee, then small gentle kisses on her thigh. Alternately kissing her on her left leg, then her right leg. Slowly working his way up. Bob kissed the insides of her thighs, slowly,softly licking them.

He could no longer smell "bubble bath". Instead, he could smell the unmistakable musky aroma of sex. He pushed Amanda's skirt to her hips, and grabbed her by the waist, gently lifting her towards him. Amanda leaned back on his desk, supporting herself with her arms. As if she knew what was to come next, she actually thrust her hips forward slightly. Bob kissed her, right on her sweet little pussy lips. His hungry tongue parted her slit, as he licked her a couple of times, tasting Amanda. So sweet, like candy he thought to himself. He found her tiny clit, and sucked it into his mouth, sucking on it as greedily as he had nursed on Amanda's nipple last week. He playfully nibbled on it, and he could feel her body shiver and shudder, reacting to his invasion. He pushed his tongue deeper into her cavity, as far as it would reach. He loved the taste of this little one, little Amanda. She must have been enjoying it too, because he felt her lift up. No longer leaning back on his desk, she was sitting straight up. Her legs now over his shoulders, Amanda pressed her thighs tightly against the sides of Bob's face. "Oh Mommy....I feel...funny.....Mommy....oohhhhhhh"..Amanda was feeling her orgasm."Mommy......it feelsssssssss"...her body shook. Bob didn't let up. Encouraged by the child's convulsions and release of her tasty love juice into his mouth, he continued fucking Amanda's pussy with his tongue.

Amanda's orgasm subsided. Her body went limp, as she leaned back again on top of the desk. Bob stood, and said "oh no baby..we aren't done yet." He grabbed Amanda and stood her up, behind his desk, facing the front door. The 5 inch stripper heels she had on placed her at a perfect height for Bob to enter her sweet little pussy from behind. He lifted her skirt again, and reminded her that the role she was going to be perfect for was "street whore". "Yes, Amanda, you are going to be trying out for a slutty little nine year old street whore, so I need to fuck you like a street whore."

Bob grabbed his throbbing erection, lining the fat engorged tip against Amanda's well lubricated slit. Gripping her hips tightly, he yanked her tiny body towards him, shoving over half his cock into her pint sized pussy in the first thrust. "OW" Amanda hollered. "No, Amanda...a street whore does not say ow..a street whore says..FUCK ME....FUCK ME HARDER", Bob explained. Go on...say it....say 'fuck me'..suddenly Marie's voice was heard.."yes Bob, fuck the little whore..fuck her good while her mommy watches"...Bob looked over and finally noticed Marie. She was nude, and her hand was in her own crotch, furiously rubbing her pussy.

"Fuck her Bob..I wanna see you cum inside her". Bob smiled at Marie, and returned his attention to his little fuck toy. He slapped her ass, gently, but firm enough to sting a little. Say it! Amanda was being manhandled. Back and forth Bob was pulling her. Her tiny pussy filled with his cock. It was hard enough to breath, and he wanted her to talk? Smack! Another hand across her ass, this time it stung even more. Finally, she managed to get the words he wanted to hear out...."FUCK ME....FUCK ME HARDER!!!" she said in her sweet little girl voice. Bob's back arched, as he thrust harder and harder into Amanda, his balls slapping her on the ass with every thrust. "That's a good little whore..say Im your cum whore Bob"..Amanda didn't hesitate this time immediately repeating her line.."Im your cum whore Bob...FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!". The last one did the trick. Bob's orgasm built quickly. AHHHHHHHHHH , he yelled as he released his hot thick cum into little Amanda. Her tight little pussy squeezing his cock for him. His body shook for several moments as his orgasm hit him in waves, filling Amanda with cum. When his body was finally still, he looked down. His hands still gripping Amanda tightly by her hips. His withering cock still buried inside her. His sweat dripping onto her back. He fell into his chair, and as he did, Amanda's pussy finally released his cock from it's grip.

Sitting in the leather chair again, Bob gave Amanda one final instruction for the day. "Amanda, kneel for me, and clean me off. A good street whore never leaves a mess." Amanda kneeled in front of Bob. He used his hand to push her face into his messy crotch. "Lick it clean, my little slut, my little whore". "Your hot little tongue feels so nice". Marie and Bob watched, as Amanda licked Bob clean. Bob squeezed his cock one last time, and a tiny bit of cum oozed out. Amanda leaned in and sucked on the tip, probing the slit of his penis with her tongue, getting every last drop.

"Ladies, you are an amazing team". I am going to recommend to my friend, the movie director, that he give you an audition. Amanda, would you like that, to try out for a role in a real movie?" Bob asked. She smiled big, as her mommy wiped cum from the corners of her mouth, and replied.."Yes Sir!"