"First, take off your top," I suggested, playing with one of her long blonde pigtails. Chrissy nodded and reached for the bottom of her tube. She slid it upward. Slowly, her prepubescent chest came into view.

Girls are maturing faster these days, but little Chrissy was still plenty ripe, at nine, for the PT market. Unless she had a sudden growth spurt, she was at least a couple of years shy of training bra time. The areolae were large and pink, vivid on her creamy skin, the little points already stiff with excitement.

As she finished pulling the top over her blonde head, I reached down to touch the nearest nipple. No suggestion of fullness here yet. Excellent. I knew she could suck a dick and I suspected she might prove to be a delightful fuck, but I sure didn't want to see tits when she got naked.

"Do you like that, Chrissy?" I inquired, running my finger back and forth across her nipple.

"Mmm, makes me tingle," she confessed. She covered my hand with her own and pressed it down against what would someday be a sweet pert little A-cup titty, and might even get bigger before she was washed up in the field of PTHC and had to move on into the Ripe Teen division. But right now it was just perfect. Her nipple got even harder, rocking under my palm, as I kept on rubbing it. That was a good sign too. She was really getting into the audition.

Billy tipped her head back and put a wet open-mouth kiss on the little girl. She knew what it was about and kissed him back, murmuring as she did. Her tongue was in his mouth.

She was completely naked now, except for her socks and shoes, and she was as cute as could be. I helped her stand up, making sure she was in full view of the camera. She had the kind of not-yet budded body our customer base loves to see, and I didn't want to cheat the viewer out of a sight that would have his dick rigid.

Speaking of rigid dicks, there was one sticking out of my fly that had not yet had its share of enjoyment in this screen-test video, and it was time for the boss to get some action.

I'm not the handsomest guy in the world. Maybe I look a little like you, in fact. My hair is thinning out, and I have a bit of spare tire around the middle. I think it's what helps sell the tapes. Guys watch my action with our girls and think, "Man, that could be me!" I like to believe it brings hope to what could otherwise be crappy, unfulfilled lives, even if they're only living vicariously through Ray Conklin.

Chrissy backed up against Billy, rubbing her hot little body on his. That long black dick, which had just finished spraying her cute girlish face with a load of thick cum, was getting stiff again. He stroked her up and down while she writhed. "Cheat her to the left," I directed Billy under my breath, so the camera would get the very best view of his black hands teasing her little pink nipples.

I got out of my clothes, my dick sticking straight out. Chrissy smirked at me. She'd seen our videos. She knew what was coming up.

Billy picked the little girl up by the waist, lifting her as if she weighed less than a feather. She oozed back against him, and he put his hands under her thighs. I checked the camera setup to make sure we were getting it all, and then I marched to her with my cock preceding me by six hard inches.

She looked like a toy in the arms of big black Billy. She couldn't stop giggling. Her legs were wide open, and that plump little hairless bun smiled pinkly at me.

"What do you think, Chrissy?" I asked. "Do you think you're gonna like being a star at PTHC?" She nodded eagerly.

I knelt before her, where Billy held her up, and I put my face into the spread of her skinny little-girl legs. First I stroked her sweet bald crack, just rubbing it back and forth until she sighed and squirmed. A bubble of dew seeped from her pussy mouth. I licked it off her, then used my tongue to open her.

She tasted sweet and fresh. Her clitoris was small but excited, and she really squirmed when I licked her right on its pearly-pink tip. My tongue wiggled up her snatch, struggling with the natural tightness. Fingers maybe, I thought, but otherwise she was virgin pure. She wouldn't be, in about five more minutes.

Slowly I stood up, my cock bobbing anxiously. "Touch it," I told Chrissy, and she obediently grabbed herself a handful. She could barely get her small fingers all the way around the shaft, even though I'm not that big a guy.

But you've seen the videos, you already know that! I have the perfect-sized cock to open up a pre-teen virgin, and that's what I was going to do.

"Stroke your pussy with it, Chrissy." She gave me a serious look and nodded earnestly.

"Oooh, it's so big," I heard her whisper as she rubbed the purple head of my cock along the moist crack of her young slit.

"Say it again," I said. I wasn't sure the mike had picked up her words.

"It's soooo big!" she repeated, overacting a little, but the effect was still good. In a moment I'd show her that it really was _soooo_ big.

"Now open yourself a little while you play with me, Chrissy. You know how to do it."

She nodded, tight-lipped, and the pink interior of her virginal pre-teen pussy came into view. I shifted to the side, spreading her legs wider, for the best camera shot. Later we'd shoot some close-up inserts to put here for the finished tape.

"Now, Chrissy, I want you to slip the head of my cock between your cute little cunny lips. Can you do that, honey?"

"Like this?" she giggled, wedging my fat knob into the tight crevice. Her lips snugged back around me. Her eyebrows lifted. She was starting to get an idea of what this screen-test really entailed.

One of the best things, from a business perspective, about having a fairly small dick is that I'm the ideal candidate to break in our girls for their first on-camera fucks. I can get it in their tight little virgin cunts without doing damage to the tender flesh.

Sure, they always cry when I first shove it in, but that's something else our customer base likes to see. It shows our girls are not just pretty little dolls --which they are -- but that they also have feelings, too. After I reamed her out, we'd try her on Billy, but there was no way she could handle that big thick black cock without some breaking-in.

She was so fucking tight, but her pussy was wet inside and she bit her lower lip, trying her best to shove that hot little thing right back at me. She wanted to be a star, and if she had the stuff, I'd make her one.

With the knob of my cock still wedged just inside her hot pussy mouth, I leaned forward to kiss the little girl. She was all frisky for that, but her body tensed as I tried to stick myself deeper inside. Chrissy squirmed and strained, but she was just too tight.

"Cut, cut," I said, withdrawing my cock from the clutch of her little pink lips. She exhaled. "We need some more lhand-jobBilly let the girl down. I tossehand-jobube of jelly to the little blonde. "Put this on me," I told Chrissy. "Just rub it up and down my dick like you're giving me a handjob, honey. You know how to give a handjob, don't you?"

"Mmm-hmm!" She nodded eagerly, squeezing a big wad of the cream into the palm of her hand. I stood profiled, so the camera could get the best view of my erect cock and the sweet little blonde anointing it with the greasy fuck-aid. Her hands were all over my stiff prick. She even put it on my balls. "Little hopeful, there, aren't you, kid?" I joked. Chrissy just giggled.

She was so goddamn cute I hoped she turned out to be a decent fuck. I'm a showman; I can sell the product, but it helps so much if the product is good to begin with. If Chrissy fulfilled the promise of her screen test, I knew I could make her into a superstar at PTHC. She might even get her own pay cable show.

My cock glistened with the oily film of the lube. She still worked it with her hands, as if it was a brand new toy she couldn't bear to let go of. Her enthusiasm was palpable, but so was her nervousness. This was her big chance and she couldn't afford to blow it.

She might turn out to be bigger than Lolita Lust, the queen of PTHC, or she might wind up a failure, like that nine-year-old from Kansas who just couldn't handle a six-guy anal gang bang and ran out of the room whimpering. Nine! You'd have thought she was six or seven. She just didn't have the stuff.

"Leggo, honey," I suggested. "That's just K-Y, not Krazy Glue, and I can't fuck you while you're hanging on to my dick, you know?"

Chrissy nodded, and her hand dropped away. A surge of excitement throbbed the length of my well-greased dick. She stood up straight, trembling. She was so tiny, so cute, so adorable. I _really_ wanted to fuck her. It wasn't just a job for me.

"You're gonna do just fine, honey," I assured her in a whisper. "Now turn around and smile at the camera and say, 'Fuck me, Uncle Ray!'"

"_Fuck_ me, Uncle Ray!" she recited obediently, giving it exactly the right emphasis without even being coached. She giggled, breaking character. "But you're not really my uncle."

"Honey, _everybody's_ gonna want to be your uncle when they see this tape ... "

I squeezed some K-Y into my own hand and cupped Chrissy's hairless little pussy. She murmured as I squeezed on her. I could feel the lubing gel ooze into the moist tight crack of her pussy, and I squeezed harder. She arched her back and moaned at the tightness of my big hand on her hot little cunt.

I let up the pressure, then slipped my finger inside her, pushing some of the lube further up into her cunt. She got slippery within her tight sheath, and she kept lifting up and down on tiptoes as my finger worked in and out of her. I felt her hymen as I probed her, and it made her moan softly when my fingertip scraped against it.

"You're gonna be a star, Chrissy," I whispered, screwing my finger around inside the pretty little blonde. "Just give it to the camera, baby."

Billy picked her up again, holding her safe and secure in his big black arms, and we moved a little closer to the camera.

Not every PT starlet who crosses my threshold is an honest-to-God virgin. Some have already lost it, just priming themselves for the big screen test.

Chrissy's cunt was pure cherry, though, and I couldn't risk missing out on the chance that she would bleed for the camera. If the footage was good enough, it would go into our special series, "Busted Virgins: PTHC Deluxe."

My man Billy suspended the hot and eager little girl from his big strong body, his hands on her thighs keeping them spread widely. I moved between them again, and Chrissy took hold of my dick without even being asked. Good. She was getting the hang of the biz.

She looked nervous but excited, and she put my greasy-knob between the oiled lips of her cunt again. She gulped hard, but this time there was less resistance. I'd lubed her up inside, and my cock moved a little deeper into Chrissy without any guidance at all. It was as if her baby cunt muscles were sucking me inside her.

She leaned back to kiss Billy again, and as blow-jobs I clenched my ass and thrust gently. The lunge took me right to her PT hymen and her head spun around, the eyes absolutely enormous. "Ohhhhh!" she squealed, pussy half full of cock for the first time and about to lose her virgin innocence. Of course, the cum-guzzling blowjobs she'd already laid onto both me and Billy suggested that most of her innocence was long gone in any case.

I held her by the waist, looking deeply and sincerely into her big blue eyes. "This may hurt," I said, loud enough for the mike to pick up, and then I pronged her.

Chrissy shrieked as her cherry was ripped and my cock slammed to the very bottom of her pussy. I held it there, grinding myself into her, and she just kept on shrieking and squealing.

Tears were rolling out of her eyes. Her body was stiff and taut, which made it that much easier to fuck than if she'd gone all loose and limber. I burrowed my groin against her, my pubic hair scraping like sandpaper against her smooth, bald flesh.

"Does it hurt, honey?" I asked, swiveling my cock inside her. "Do you want to stop?" I pulled back an inch or two and thrust again, prodding into that sweet hot tight Gordian knot of pleasure.

"No," she sobbed, "please don't stop!"

I pulled my cock back further this time, disencunting all but the knob, showing the camera that my dick was swathed in red hymenal blood. "Pure cherry," I winked at the Betacam lens. "As good as it gets." And then I started to fuck her.

She kept on sobbing and crying, gasping aloud each time my cock shot home inside her tight little cunt, but Billy was fondling her tiny tits and kissing her all over the face, and I could feel her responding to my thrusts. Her hips swiveled, trying to work counterclockwise against my strokes, and then I saw her lips curl up into a smile. Her eyes opened big and wondrous and she said, "Oh, wow, now it doesn't hurt at all, Uncle Ray!"

It was that sweet cherub face that was going to move 100,000 copies of this tape as soon as it hit the market. Oh, she had it, all right! She reached out her arms toward me, and I slithered down until she could rest her little fingers atop my shoulders. I leaned in to kiss her, and then I gave her about ten hard deep fast strokes, one after the other, rocking the world of this sweet little whore.

"Ahhhh!" she gurgled, bouncing like a rubber ball in Billy's arms while I pumped my meat in and out of her cunt. One of her hands slipped off my shoulder and dropped to her lap. As I kept on fucking, she started to rub herself on the clit.

Her eyes closed again, and her mouth opened in a wordless cry of pleasure and there was no way we could have faked that moment of sweet PT orgasm that rushed through little Chrissy -- not even if we'd tried! Better make that 200,000 units!

Her hot little pussy was wildly alive around my cock. She squirmed and rocked and squealed, so hot and excited. This isn't entirely a business for me. Sure, it's a great way to make money -- _lots and lots_ of money -- but every now and then you also get to stick your cock into a truly special piece of pre-teen cunt that makes you appreciate how much more than just money the biz can be.

"Oh, man, she's coming like a runaway train," Billy panted, trying to control her spastic body as she climaxed. "When she does her first real movie, man, I wanna be _there_, you know?"

I didn't answer. Fucking her took all my concentration. I stabbed her tight little twat with my cock, a dozen more strokes, two dozen, and then it was all over for me.

The first squirt or two of my cum exploded inside Chrissy's spasming cunt. Popping my load into that hot juicy young pussy was a pleasure beyond anything I could ever try to explain on paper. Just to feel her slick wet walls squeezing around me while my dick unloaded sent thrills of satisfaction through my entire body. My knees felt like they were gonna buckle up.

Somehow I found the strength to pull my cock out of the little girl. I grabbed her hand, molded the fingers around my ejaculating shaft, and told her "Jack me, honey, jack me hard!" I don't even think she heard me. Her fingers gripped but it was like her hand had gone dead. I held her wrist and milked out the rest of my load, onto her face and not-nearly titties, by moving her hand up and down the shaft.

"Holy shit, Ray," Billy said, shaking her, "I think she's passed out. Man, you did a number on this little white cunt! Maybe I better not fuck her after all. It might kill the little whore."

"You fuck 'em all, and you haven't killed one yet," I reminded him. "And you're gonna get to fuck this one, too. Not today, though, my bro'. Tell you what --when she does her first real movie, you can be the leading man. Think you can wait that long?"

He grinned, white teeth showing. His finger was inside Chrissy's fresh-fucked cunt. "I think it might be worth waiting for," he conceded. "But you better schedule her for a shoot, _really_ soon."

We got Chrissy over to the desk and sat her up. Her head slumped to one side and she really was out of it. Billy held her upright while I got smelling salts out of the drawer. In this business, I learned long ago that they're a good thing to have around on screen test days. Sometimes the girls just aren't quite as ready as they think they are, when that first big fuck-come hits their little twitching bodies.

But there was no question Chrissy had star quality. She would definitely get the cover on "Busted Virgins." I was already seeing the reorder numbers flash before my mind's eye, and I was thinking of scenarios for a whole series of gonzo tapes for her.

Chrissy opened her eyes slowly, then blinked them, very hard. "Wha' happened?" she whispered. "I saw this bright light, like it was at the end of a tunnel, and..."

"Don't worry about any of that, honey," I said, straightening out one of her long blonde pigtails. "You passed your audition with flying colors. I think you're going to be a really big star."

***

Chrissy's parents were in the green room, waiting for us. The little girl ran to them, thrilled and excited. "I did real good!" she bubbled. "They say I'm gonna be a _big_ star! Just like Lolita Lust! They want me to come back next week and shoot a gang-bang I get to be second lead in a Cherry Rodriguez picture!"

"Are you OK?" her mom asked, concern fretting her brow.

"Well, of course I'm OK," Chrissy giggled. She preened around, but there was a difference in the way she carried herself now, compared to our first meeting a couple of hours ago. She'd been a little shy when she came in, but now she was already starting to strut like a true diva. There was no doubt whatever Chrissy had everything it took for stardom.

I stroked her hair, once more enjoying the silky feel of it. Playing with her hair was almost as pleasant as popping my wad in her.

"Yes, Mr and Mrs Mickelman," I told the anxious parents, "we see big things in store for Chrissy. But first there's the matter of a contract." I had one with me, still warm from the laser printer. Our forms are boilerplate; the only difference is in the money we offer as a starting point.

"This is a standard deal," I went on, laying the papers on the desk. "Chrissy's services will be exclusive to PTHC for three months -- "

"Three months?" her mother interrupted. "We were hoping for a long-term deal."

Don't they all! "Blame it on Mother Nature," I explained. "Puberty can creep in without warning. Girls just mature faster and faster. No studio will offer a pre-teen contract longer than three months."

Bet your ass! You can fuck a flat, hairless pre-teen on Wednesday, call her in for a gang-bang shoot the next Monday, and suddenly the little whore has tits and is starting to get hair on her cookie. And there's your contract down the crapper.

"Of course, it's a very generous contract. Chrissy gets $250 a week retainer for the length of the agreement. If we don't use her that week, she still gets the money. Think of it as a very generous allowance but you don't have to clean up your room to earn it, Chrissy! If she's called to a shoot, her rate will be $1500 a day but she won't draw the retainer for that week, of course. She'll be paid whether she works or not, but I believe she'll be getting a lot of work."

The parents put their heads together and talked in very soft voices. I could only pick up a word here and there, but it's a conversation I've overheard so many times I could give it to you verbatim.

"Is that enough money? Are we really doing the right thing? Would Max Hardcore make a better offer? But she wants to be in the movies, soooo bad, and Ray Conklin is the undisputed king of the biz. Signing with him is like starting at the very top."

"We're very impressed with Chrissy," I added while they continued to mull it back and forth, "and we want to put her on the stardom track ASAP. If she performs as well as we feel she's capable of doing, her next contract will call for a higher day rate. There's no limit to how far a girl can go in this town, if she's willing to work for it. Our major star here at PTHC, Lolita Lust, is now getting $3000 a day, plus a $500 per week retainer. I'm sure you've seen her movies."

Chrissy nodded eagerly. "Oh, yes, we've seen all of her movies. I want to be just like Lolita, but I don't want to get red hair."

"No problem, honey, we like blondes just fine here at PTHC. Now, Mr and Mrs Mickelman, what we need is for you and Chrissy to sign right here," and I pointed to the three dotted lines at the foot of the agreement. Henry and Pamela Mickelman wrote their names on the spaces provided. Christine Mickelman printed hers, as she hadn't learned cursive writing yet.

"And this is a duplicate for your files, yes, sign in the same place." I wrote "Ray Cobutt-cheekO PTHC" on the other line of both copies, and my secretary notarized them. "It's official now," I said. "Welcome to the PTHC family, Chrissy!"

The photog came in and snapped a few publicity stills for the press releases. I picked Chrissy up in my arms and held her while she beamed at the camera and waved a copy of her contract.

"We'll need to discuss the tattoo," I added. "All of our stars have a trademark tat. The contract requires it. I'm thinking a cute fuzzy teddy bear on Chrissy's cute little left buttcheek. And it will be holding a heart that says 'I Luv U.'"

"Oh, that _is_ a sweet idea," Mrs Mickelman agreed. "Don't you think so, Chrissy?"

The little girl frowned. "I'd rather have a leprechaun, like Lolita has."

I shook my head. "No, honey, we sell a lot of DVDs in countries where they don't speak English. The tats make it so much easier for our customers. When someone in Free Iraq wants one of your disks, for example, he can just go into the video store and tell the clerk, 'Give me the little girl with the cute teddy bear onshit-loadtt.' If we had two girls with the same tat, he might end up with the wrong DVD, and think how sad it would make him."

"Oh," Chrissy sighed, "I see what you mean. I guess they can't say 'I want a Chrissy Mickelman DVD' in Iraqese?"

"Probably not, but I think your new name is going to be 'Chrissy Sweet,'" I told her. The parents considered it, then both nodded in approval. Chrissy seemed to like it too.

"It sounds like somebody who's real perky and cute," she enthused. Oh, she was right on that! Just adorable. She was going to make a shitload of money for PTHC.

"I really think I should be on the set when she's shooting," her mother mused. "At least until she gets the hang of it all." Stage mothers! Jeez, you saw your share of them in this town! Another one was all I needed. But it's part of the game.

Still, Chrissy's mom was not a bad-looking woman, for an older bag. I guessed her at about thirty, still reasonably attractive and with a pretty good body. Hair was a lot darker than Chrissy's, and I suspected the kid had had a bleach job, though it was too early to know for sure, as her fluff hair was a long way from coming in.

Pam's sweater was snug around maybe 32A tits, and she had a narrow waist, not much taper to the hips, and long legs for five-two or so. Body-wise, she looked like an older teen-porn chick, except for the face, which was definitely over twenty-one.

Maybe she had fantasies of getting into the biz herself, though there was no way she could ever pass for an under-twenty-one. Anything over that age falls into what we call the "granny" category. You can make a bare living if you supply whack-off videos to guys who go for that shit, but it's just so far out of the mainstream you have to be really dedicated, because you're damn sure not doing it for the ducats.

Different strokes for different folks, as they used to say when I was a kid.

Well, if she wanted to sit in on Chrissy's next movie, we could always draft her as a fluffer, just in case. It might keep her out of the way while the serious business of movie-making went on. I've found stage moms quite adequate as fluffers, though usually the guys are so hot to get into the sweet tight young pussy they don't need any stimulation, unless they've already been on another shoot the same day. And then sometimes those old girls really can suck a boner back to life and pay for their keep.

We'd just have to see what happened. But if she got in the way and started directing from the back seat, as some stage moms can't keep themselves from doing, her ass would be headed for the green room.

I won't put up with any back-talk on my sets. I'm a serious artist and I already know what my vision is before I say "Roll 'em." Anybody who fucks with my creative integrity had better be prepared to get a brand new asshole ripped for themselves.

"And I'd like a copy of the film you shot today," her dad put in. "After you get it edited, and everything, I mean. Would that be possible?"

Sure, I thought. Just go to the video shop and hand them your credit card. $19.95 plus tax. The fathers _always_ want a copy of the DVD. I wonder what they do with them, at home?

Oh, what the hell? This DVD would sell enough copies I could afford to give him a freebie. "No problem," I assured him. "It will probably be ready by next week when Chrissy comes in for her first major shoot. Tell my secretary to put you on the list. So I'll see you next Thursday, 9 AM, sharp?"

"I have school," Chrissy frowned.

"We have a set teacher, of course," I pointed out. "Just bring your books and assignments and she can help you with them between takes."

"Oh, that's great!" said Chrissy's dad. "See, honey, it all works out just fine."

"Thursday, 9 A.M.," repeated Chrissy's mom. "We'll see you then."