Monday morning I had a conference with Lolita Lust and her mom Janine. Talk about stage mothers!

But it's a part of the biz you can't avoid. Even though the age of consent is pretty realistically placed at six, and Selective Service starts culling off the cannon fodder at sixteen for service in Free Afghanistan, Free Iraq, Free France, Free Germany, Free Canada and whatever country we have to Free next, you still can't sign a legal contract until age eighteen. And you can't buy a drink if you're under twenty-one. Why? You tell me! I don't make the rules -- I just have to live by them, like everybody else.

So the result is that Mommy always tags along and is usually much harder to deal with than the star. All Mommy thinks about is the image and the money. Art is the furthest thing from her mind.

"I read about Cherry in Variety," Janine said, as soon as she'd planted her fat ass in the leather chair. I knew where this was going the moment her mouth opened. She was gonna hold me up for more money and more perks.

Lolita was too hyper to sit down; she just wandered around the office, licking a lollipop. The kid had to have _something_ in her mouth constantly.

"People change studios all the time," I said noncommittally. "I decided to let her go. Frankly, she doesn't have that much more viability in the biz, anyway."

Janine nodded. "That Oprah show. We were there, too. I saw her backstage changing. How long do they think they can pass her off as a pre-teen, anyway. I always suspected she was two or three years older than she claimed to be -- just like that kid in Little League a few years back, the one with the fake birth certificate. Betcha anything she's at least thirteen. Maybe even a scrawny fourteen. Like, they don't have any food in Mexico and she could just be seriously undernourished."

She had a point there. Not that Karen hadn't already mentioned it, and not that I hadn't thought occasionally about it myself.

Cherry was well used to getting it up the ass before I ever got my hands on her. You didn't even need lube with the bitch. How _many_ ten-year-olds can you say that about? I just wondered what an enterprising researcher might find if he went to the Mexicali vital records office and looked up her birth record.

The more I thought about it, the more I became convinced she really was cheating on her age. Maybe I'd have that checked out, and spring a copy of the birth cert on the industry press, just about the time her first Sweet Young Cunt video hit the stands. You think Milli Vanilli's sales plummeted when everybody found out they were lip-synchers? Wait until the world found out Cherry-Cuchi was a fake PT!

The only thing that worried me was that the FTC might force us to take all her back-inventory tapes off the market, if she really had been lying about her age.

I still remembered the bath some of the competition took when it was revealed that Traci Lords was actually twenty-one, not fourteen, and there were a shitload of class-action lawsuits over the misrepresentation, which bankrupted at least three of the major teen-porn studios.

I've never been so happy in my life that we were doing pre-teen exclusively. Traci could never have passed herself off at PTHC. My hands and conscience were as clean as Ivory Soap, and I wasn't stuck with a lot of teen tapes that I could no longer market.

Well, if we had to, we could set up a new division, retitle, redesign, and keep on selling Cherry's old stuff as bonafide teen-porn. If worst came to worst, that is. There's not nearly as much money in that stuff as there is in PT, but we have miles of her footage in the can and it would be a shame to piss it all down the drain, even if the little cunt did finally get what was coming to her.

"I want a pony, just like Cherry's getting," Lolita announced without warning. "And a saddle, and a bridle. And a ranch in the Valley so I'll have someplace to ride. Mommy says you're gonna give me _all_ of those." Janine glared at her. "Oh, and more money, too," Lolita added, getting it. She licked her lollipop again, staring blankly at me with those big green eyes.

Janine stood up and leaned across my desk. Her blouse slid away and gave me a long look down into her cleavage. She had really big tits. Some guys go for that. Me, I suppose it's OK for a change of pace, but who would want something like that all the time? Different strokes, I guess.

Anyway, she wasn't my type at all. Five-eight, about 140, big 38-DD tits, big ass, thirty-three if she was a day, and pushy as hell. The world is full of women just like that. Most men are married to them, or have been.

It's the reason guys love porn so much.

They want to see, and vicariously fuck, sweet little things who just want to make a guy happy and who aren't going through your wallet to see if there's any extra cash they can stuff into their bras. Hell, they don't even _have_ bras they can hide your money or credit cards in!

Hot tight little pussies that squeak when you insert your rod and eyes that look like they're going to bulge out of the sockets while you stuff it up their snug holes.

Tender tiny assholes that spread like butter with a coating of K-Y, and mouths that never _never_ wonder "What are you gonna do for me if I let you?"

Trusting little faces you can fuck and squirt your cum into, and they just giggle and lap it up, even if your rod is straight from the butt.

Yeah, we supply a need, all right, and I like to think that we make life better, sweeter, more enjoyable for millions of guys all over the world, who would otherwise be the victims of the quiet desperation Thoreau used to talk about. I've got the fan letters to prove it.

"Ray," Janine said, sucking her breath in so that the tits lifted toward my face, "it seems to me that Lolita has suddenly become very _very_ important to PTHC." Those tits just seemed to swim in her cleavage, making me a little seasick.

"Lo's a star," I agreed, parrying her smoothly. "She'll always be important to us." Lolita beamed, hearing herself spoken of. She smirked, wrinkling her little freckled nose.

Nature was pretty good to the kid, you have to admit. She's about three-nine, leggy in proportion, pretty cute in the face, with a luxurious growth of thick red hair. Sometimes I wonder if she'll look like a redheaded Corey Feldman when she gets a little older, but that's down the road. She's adorable right now. And she fucks like a Bangkok whore on meth, which is always a plus.

At ten, she has at least two good years left in the biz. We might be able to use her till she's thirteen or even fourteen, unless she has a growth spurt, but so far there was no sign of one, and I kept my fingers crossed in hope.

"According to Variety, Cherry--"

"Cuchi," I corrected. "She can't take the name to SYC. She's Cuchi now. She'll never be Cherry again." If she ever had been, in the first place, which I seriously doubted.

"_Cuchi_," she went on, "is going to get $5000 a day at SYC. That's double what you were paying her. Frankly, it's also more than you're paying Lolita, and you know as well as I do that Lolita is what will keep PTHC up and running, with Cherry gone. I think it's time to renegotiate."

"OK. You have a point. Let's say we up Lolita from $3500 a day to $4000. That's a lot more money than most ten-year-olds make, no matter what profession they're in. And of course she'd still be the highest-paid girl at PTHC -- just like she is now."

"I was thinking $7500," Janine replied.

No fuckin' way! I resisted the urge to blurt it out as plainly as that, but I think my face told her the story.

"Anyway," I pointed out, "Cuchi's not gonna draw that 5K very long. The first time SYC gets a look at her tits and bush, they're gonna realize the mistake. She'll be working Lucky Thirteen or Parochial Pussy and doing good to get $1000 a day. The market just isn't there. Guys don't want to stroke it off to old, over-the-hill chicks. They want young and sweet. We'll probably be using Lolita more, especially with Cherry gone, and even if it is less money than you're asking, it will add up to more because there'll be a lot more work for her."

"Fuck you, Ray, you know she's worth it! A girl like this comes along once or twice in a lifetime!" Lolita batted her big green eyes at me while she worked the lollipop in and out of her mouth, just like she was slurping Lex Steele's boner.

"There was Pollyanna, and Ginger Peach, and now there's Lolita. Fifteen years, three superstars. You've had hundreds of little cunts in front of your camera, and you've only had three girls who could sell 100,000 units on the first day of release just by having their picture on the cover."

She looked at her daughter. "Tell Uncle Ray what we've been working on, honey. Let's see if that changes his mind."

Lolita giggled, sucked a little more on her lollipop. "Double anal," she chirped.

My eyebrows lifted. Pollyanna used to do double anal. So did Ginger Peach, back in the mid-90s, but -- I've never admitted this before -- we faked it with her, used inserts of Pollyanna. The PR said she'd gotten the dolphin tat on her tailbone because she worshiped the ground Pollyanna walked on and wanted to be just like her idol, but the truth was, she got it so we could re-use that double anal footage.

But before you start accusing me of deceptive business practices, I just wanna say that Ginger's double pussy penetrations were all strictly on the up-and-up. What you see on the DVD is exactly what happened on the set. It was just that her little asshole wouldn't stretch far enough for two cocks at the same time.

Sure, you can DP a pre-teen if you're careful, but two dicks in the same asshole? Forget it! The girls just can't handle that. Not my rule -- it's Mother Nature's. They're just not big enough.

And Lolita was tinier than average. Sure, her footage always looks super hot on screen, but if you notice carefully, you'll see that we always team her with guys who have skinny dicks. Long, yeah, but skinny is key. Do you think she fucks Randy West so much because she really _likes_ him? Of course not. That slender little dick is what gets him up her tight PT asshole.

"Take off your dress, Lolita," Janine commanded. Lolita stuck the lollipop into her mouth and reached behind to unzip herself. She slicked out of her little paisley mini, kicked off the matching panties, stood naked except for her Maryjanes and knee socks, still sucking away on her candy stick.

Starkers, she was even cuter than with clothes on, that little bod a vibrant temptation to any porn fan. Her chest was smooth, flat, with just the slightest hint that someday -- a long time from now -- it might sprout tits. Her nipples were strawberry-colored, very large -- it would take years for her tits to grow into those nipples.

She might work the PT side of the street till she was thirteen or fourteen, the rate she was growing, and that didn't displease me a bit. The longer she could work for me, the more money there was in it.

There was a small green leprechaun tat just above her naturally hairless pussy -- an obvious choice, considering the red hair and freckles. It caught your eye almost as quickly as the deep cleft that bisected her pussy mound. Of course, the cleft was a lot sweeter to lick than the leprechaun.

Janine opened her purse and extracted two vibrators from it. "Now come here," she told her daughter.

Obediently -- she really was a well-behaved kid, who wasn't much trouble on a set as long as she had something to do and wasn't just helling around between setups -- Lolita sashayed to my desk.

I didn't like the way she was walking. She didn't have anything to swish around, but she had begun to wiggle her skinny ass around like a runway model or a street 'ho. There was a habit that needed to be broken, and fast. Our audience wants little girls who fuck like little girls, not little girls who act like eighteen-year-old sidewalk sluts.

"Climb up into the chair," Janine told her. Lolita got up there, on her knees, skinny little ass pointing at me with the smooth slick crack showing beneath. A familiar sight to any porn fan, and it brought the same old smile to my lips.

Janine got a tube of gel from her purse -- she must have stopped at Le Sex Shoppe on the way over -- and squeezed some of it onto her daughter's little butt. She worked it all around the tiny hole, greasing up her finger and carefully inserting it.

Lolita squealed shrilly at that, the same way she always does when you stick something up her ass. You'd think by now she would be used to it, but it's just like that giggling sound Pollyanna -- Karen -- used to make when the cock shoved home, or the way John Belushi used to say "But _nooooooo_," or the way President Schwarzenegger always throws "Hahsta la veesta, bebby" or "I'll be bahhck" into his State of the Union address. The audience loves it and the star delivers it. And if Lolita wasn't smart enough to know that, her mom damn sure was.

"Oooh, Mommy!" Lolita squeaked, as if this was the first time she'd ever had a finger in her butt. Yeah, sure!

Janine screwed it around inside her, then withdrew and squirted some more of the lubing gel right into the baby-size gaper. She put her hands on Lolita's little ass cheeks and squeezed them together, pushing the gape shut and oozing the lube into the ripe young flesh.

"Now, watch this," Janine told me. She rubbed a little more jelly on one of the vibrators. Pressing its pointy snout against Lolita's asshole, she eased it gently inside her daughter. Lolita squealed again. Her body tensed, muscles flexing in her thighs. The vibrator went about four inches up her butt.

"I've seen that before," I said. And done it, too, I might have added, but there was no use stating the obvious.

Janine didn't say anything. She left the dildo sticking out of Lolita's ass and gave a similar gel treatment to the other vibrator. She looked at the sex toy that was stuffed as tightly into Lolita's butt as a cork in a wine bottle, and then she looked at me. She held up the second vibro. I just shook my head. No fuckin' way.

She bent over and kissed Lolita on the ass cheek. "Now you remember how we practiced," she said. "You be good and don't cry."

Janine withdrew the vibrator she'd already stuck up Lolita. As before, the cute little pink butthole continued to gape, with its occupier removed. Before the elastic flesh could snap shut, Janine pushed the tips of _both_ vibrators into the aperture. It wasn't big enough for them both, of course, but she had already loosened it up, and slowly, almost excruciatingly, it began to spread a little, and then a little more.

Damn, I thought, I believe she's gonna do it!

Lolita was really squealing now, and it wasn't just her usual act. You could tell she fucking meant it. That sound would have been great to dub over one of our Playground Rape videos, since the little whores don't always scream quite convincingly enough. Maybe we could try this again sometime with the Nagra running. Lolita's wails chilled me to the bone but they also made my dick get really hard.

"Don't screech," Janine reminded her daughter. If I hadn't been watching, I'd never have believed that she now had both dildos a good four inches up Lolita's tight tiny butthole. Sure, they were skinny vibrators, neither of them even as thick as Randy West, but it was still a DAP.

I tuned out the girl's wailing cries and set up the shot in my mind. Three camera coverage -- two on the ass and one on the face -- two guys with thin dicks, and a _lot_ of K-Y. My dick is on the skinny side, as I think I've already told you. We could find another one for the job.

"Ooooh, it hurts, Mommy!" Lolita squealed.

"Be professional!" Janine snapped. She put the palm of one hand across the ends of the two protruding dildos and held them steady in place. With the other hand she stroked and tickled Lolita's pussy, her finger sliding back and forth through the tight crack, up to the base of the little clit.

Rubbing her clit always calms Lolita down, and this time was no exception. The girl began to breathe harder, panting now, rather than screeching. Janine pushed with her palm, and the two dildos went a little further up Lolita's asshole.

The sight was almost indescribable. I wished to Christ I had a camera here so I could get some footage of this. If she could do this on set, in front of the camera, I might even pay her the $7500 her mom wanted. That pony was a possibility too.

"Well?" Janine said, raising her head and staring triumphantly at me. "What did I tell you?" Both dildos were firmly inserted, a good six inches for each, up the anus of Lolita Lust. I'd never have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.

I stood up behind the desk, reaching for my zipper. "Let's make sure there's no optical illusion."

***

Janine slipped the vibrators out of Lolita's ass while I got my dick out and moved into position behind her. Janine took hold of my cock and worked the end of it into her daughter's gaping asshole. It was already starting to snug up, but when I first went inside her, it was about as loose as fucking a twenty-year-old pussy in a granny porn shoot. I shoved until my nuts slapped Lolita's perineum and my cock was fully engulfed in her anus.

She squealed again, but I'd already seen her with the dildos and I knew she was just acting now. She was good, though. That's why she was our top girl. I fucked in and out of her butt a dozen strokes, just keeping her loose. "Now stick one of those things in alongside me," I told Janine.

Even with a fresh coating of love-gel, it was a tight squeeze getting the vibrator up there next to my cock, but almost before I knew it, we had made penetration. Janine was busy underneath me, constantly moving my balls out of the way so she could work the dildo.

Not the first time she'd ever groped my nuts, and I'm pretty sure I could have fucked her any time I wanted. After all, I was the guy who wrote very generous paychecks to her daughter and meal ticket.

But she wasn't my type. She was at least thirty-three, and those big tits were a real turn-off. Maybe the business has affected my taste in fucking, just a little, but hey, if I weren't a normal guy, I could never have tapped into the universal subconscious the way I have with my video work.

Still, as her fingers touched my balls, I had the sudden dick-shrinking fantasy that maybe Janine was going to stand up, shuck out of that dress, and wallow her fat body all over me while I tried to buttfuck her daughter.

Stay hard! I told my prick. I went a little deeper into Lolita, dogged by that vibrator. Janine's hand dropped away from my balls and now there was nothing to interfere with the pleasure.

I boned in and out of Lolita's asshole, with the dildo stuffed in right beside me. She shoved her flat chest against the back of the chair and took it like a trouper, stroke after thrust after stroke. Moving within her was a chore, so I made up for it by ramming as hard as I possibly could, just to keep my dick in motion.

Janine fumbled around beneath me. I thought she was after my balls again, but what she had in mind was something else. She flipped the switch on the dildo and it began to buzz. Lolita squealed shrilly, and I almost did too, feeling that sudden electric vibration pulsate along the entire length of my ass-pounding cock.

I grabbed Lolita's ankles, lifting her up slightly, and I began to pound her really hard and really deep. It was too fucking bad there was no camera ready. This would have made a great segment for "Ray's Private Sessions." Maybe we'd recreate it sometime. Right now what I really wanted to do was get my nut.

A facial would have been terrific for the camera, but an anal creampie was just right for Ray. I gasped and strained and thrust her full of stiff dick and then emptied my wad into Lolita's butthole. The vibrator was still buzzing madly.

"Take it out," I told Janine, and her fingers touched my dick. "No, you dumb bitch, the vibrator!"

She slid it out of Lolita and I pumped the girl a few more times, making sure my dick got empty before I removed it. The last couple of squirts popped so hard my knob ached a little.

When I came out of her, I was starting to go soft. That was one hell of a buttfuck. Lolita's anus gaped widely, thanks to the double insertion she'd just experienced. The little mouth pulsated, and each throb caused a bubble of cum to ooze out the pink hole and down onto Lolita's hairless crack.

I gazed at the sight and mentally framed it for the camera. We'd zoom in on her cum-busted asshole, so close the viewer could almost stick his finger into that sweet pink gaper and coat it in the dribbling jizz. If that didn't cop the top prize at the People's Choice Awards, I would get out of the biz.

"Seventy-five hundred it is," I croaked, "but you'll have to buy the pony out of your own stash."

(Continued in Part 6)