"Action!" I said.

Perfect little blonde Chrissy rolled onto her back and looked up at perfect freckled redhead Lolita, who was dangling her legs over the side of the bed. They were in the perfect little girl room, with dolls and stuffed animals and posters of the Back Street Boys. Everything was pink. Even their pussies, though the audience hadn't seen those just yet.

We were shooting Grade School Semen Sluts #162: Don't Try This At Home, Kids!, specially designed as a showcase for what I was sure would become the hottest team in the biz.

"I can see up your dress," Chrissy said.

"What do you see?" Lolita replied smartly, sliding her legs further apart.

Chrissy sat up. She put her hand on Lolita's knee and peered seriously up under the short hem of the redhead's plaid skirt.

"Well, you're not wearing any underpants," she observed.

"Shit," Lolita sighed. "I forgot 'em. They must be in the principal's office. I had a 'special meeting' with him in fourth period."

Chrissy's eyebrows lifted. "What kind of special meeting did you have to take off your panties for?" she asked innocently.

"Same kind I have every day in fourth period." She touched the hem of her plaid skirt, then nonchalantly began to slide it up her slim thigh.

A moment later she'd lifted it to her waist. The little green leprechaun tat on her mound was a bright colorful contrast to her peaches and cream skin tone. Lolita pointed down to her hairless pussy, its gash touched up a little with rouge to make it photograph better.

"I suck his weinie till it shoots in my mouth, and then he sticks it right -- here!" She pressed her finger against her puffy little cunt, pushing until the lips relaxed and the tip of her finger began to slip between them.

"You mean he fucks you?" Chrissy gasped.

"You never even heard of fucking, you dumb little cunt," Lolita sneered, tossing her thick red hair. Her finger went deeper. She closed her eyes dreamily and began to fuck herself with it.

Chrissy watched, seemingly entranced at the sight of Lolita finger-fucking herself. She leaned closer, resting her chin on Lolita's knee. I frowned. I knew it was blocking the view from the right side camera, which was trained on Lolita's wet cunt.

But she just looked so engrossed. We could always do some pickup footage later for the closeup details of Lolita's finger-fucking. That look on Chrissy's face was too good to interrupt.

"Doesn't that hurt?" Chrissy asked breathlessly. She toyed with the edge of her own plaid skirt, teasing in and out with her little white panties. Her hand brushed them almost casually, and then she put her fingers under the waistband and slowly slid them down inside. As she watched her friend, she began to caress herself.

"I've had lots bigger things than a finger inside me!" Lolita smirked, sticking her middle finger deep and grinding it within her little cunt.

The two stage moms were at opposite sides of the studio. It seemed the safest thing to do. They'd met for the first time today, and it was like throwing two strange cats into the same litter box at the same time. The fur was ruffled and the claws were out.

What else could you expect? Lolita was the reigning queen of the biz but Chrissy was an up-and-cumming newbie who was definitely gonna go places. Based on her performance in "Playground Rape #173," it would not surprise me one goddamn bit if Chrissy Sweet became the biggest sensation ever to hit PTHC. Maybe even the biggest star in mainstream kiddy porn ever.

Right now Lolita was our #1 star, but the public is fickle and always ready for something new. If they chose Chrissy over Lolita, there was nothing I could do about it. The customer is always right in this biz. The script was designed to give both girls a full fair run at the spotlight, and it looked as if Chrissy was taking her shot at the queen.

Look at her right now. Lolita was riding that finger for all she was worth, but your eye automatically kept going to Chrissy and her reactions. She made it all look brand new, like she'd never seen, never even considered the idea of a finger up a tight pre-teen pussy before.

I felt as if I wasn't really on a set with actors and camera people and stage hands and makeup people -- I was peeking into a pretty pink bedroom where two sweet little girls were experimenting with sex for the first time (even though I'd already fucked both of their little mouths, cunts and asses so many times that my cum should be running out their pre-teen ears). Ah, the magic of the movies!

Lolita's mom obviously got the same feeling about her daughter's potential new rival. I glanced around, saw Janine sitting over by the commissary table. This was going to be Lolita's big day, her first double-anal on film --an epoch-making event in the biz, if I do say so myself -- yet when the two girls were on camera together, it was Chrissy's presence that reached through the lens and grabbed you by the nuts, then tickled the end of your dick. Even with her finger grinding away inside her cunt, Lolita seemed like a supporting player. Staring at her, head resting on Lolita's wobbly knee, Chrissy just dominated the scene.

Pam, Chrissy's mom, was beaming from her end of the sidelines. She could see it too, see her daughter staking out a claim to the championship. The brighter her face became, the darker Janine glowered by the commissary table.

"Doesn't that hurt?" Chrissy asked considerately while Lolita larded on the ecstatic facial expressions and rotated the middle finger up her smooth slick cunt. "Sticking something inside yourself, I mean..."

"Oh, you're just a stupid little baby," Lolita panted. "I don't know why I even hang around with you. You don't know anything about anything."

She extracted her finger. It glistened with wetness. She sniffed it, then stuck it under Chrissy's nose. The little blonde also took a sniff, wrinkling her nose cutely as she considered the smell of wet pre-teen pussy.

Chrissy stood up, still holding her skirt up to bare her little white panties. The look of uncertainty on her face was priceless. You don't get instincts like that in Actors' Studio. Stars are born, not made.

"Take off your clothes," Lolita commanded. "I'll show you what it's _really_ all about."

Chrissy hesitated, then began to peel, very tantalizingly. She was playing to the camera. If she was thirteen and able to work in a place where they sold liquor, I'd have booked her some stripping gigs. She took forever just getting out of her fucking school tie, for Christ's sake, and when she did remove it, she played with it some more, until your 'nads were throbbing at the prospect of seeing the flesh she still denied you.

Next the blouse. Under it, just a little shortie t-shirt that was almost a halter, if she'd had anything to halt. It fit tightly around her flat chest and the stiffness of her nipples was transparent. She stroked the school tie back and forth over her chest, until the nipples got even harder, poking out insistently at the tight cling of her t-shirt. She twirled it like a rope, slid it across her hot little ass.

Lolita frowned slightly on the bed. She could tell that Chrissy was hogging the spotlight. The script just said "Chrissy undresses, awkwardly but cute." It didn't say a goddamn thing about acting like Jenna Jameson prancing around the pole at a gentlemen's club.

One of the grips sighed softly. I turned to the sound and saw him with his hand on his cock, squeezing it in appreciation of the display. Chrissy was even turning on the crew, and they've seen _everything_. The day she came into my office was the day good fortune took a major shit in my lap.

She finally lost the skirt, which left her in the t-shirt, white panties, white kneesocks, and Maryjanes. More clothes than if you saw her at the beach, and all you could think of was, Jeeesus, what is she gonna look like, naked? I was wondering that, too, and I'd not only already seen her naked, I'd even fucked her in the ass! Star power was shining like a lighthouse in the dark.

Lolita and her mom might have been in a contest for who looked the more pissed off. I would not have wanted to pick a winner. The tiny redhead was visibly disturbed about the way Chrissy was monopolizing the spotlight with her improvisatory strip routine.

"Get your little cunt over here to the bed!" she ad-libbed. "I don't have all day!" It could have spoiled the whole scene but I let it roll, hoping Chrissy didn't freeze in the clutch.

Chrissy glanced at the camera, made eye-contact, and beamed a shy little heart-warming smile. Ohmygod! That face! If there's one thing I know when I see it, that one thing is star power. Chrissy slowly dropped her tie and walked over to the bed, sitting down beside Lolita. You couldn't take your eyes off her.

Lolita grabbed the bottom of Chrissy's shirt and yanked it up, then over her blonde head. She grabbed a tiny handful of pussy through the white panties and bent downward, pressing her mouth against Chrissy's.

The little blonde resisted as she was kissed. Her legs kicked impotently and she made whimpering noises, resisting Lolita's lesbian advances. And then her legs relaxed and, even though her face was completely hidden under Lolita's abundant fall of red hair, you could see acceptance take control of her body. She stretched out her feet, and her hands came up, stroking Lolita's hair. Even with her face concealed you _knew_ that she was kissing the redhead back and loving every minute of it.

Lolita's mouth worked down Chrissy's neck. The camera dollied in for a closer shot of her tongue licking Chrissy's chest, stopping at the nipples. It swirled around their little pink points, then fed them into her mouth for some sucking. Lolita's fingers slipped inside Chrissy's panties. Again, the blonde did it all with her legs -- sudden twitching of the thighs as the fingers found her cunt, then a shuddering relaxation when the caresses became delight.

I think Lolita also sensed that she was being upstaged. Her hand bunched into a fist inside Chrissy's panties, and then the little blonde made a squeaking sound. I knew Lolita had just stuck a finger up her cunt, and pretty roughly from the sound.

Damn it! She hadn't even pulled the panties down! The little whore had been making movies for three years and still didn't seem to know that you had to play to the fucking _camera_! If you're gonna do something sexy, we in the paying audience need to _see it_!

But the sexual tension between the two girls was really palpable now and I let them go on, wanting to get every moment of it on tape. We could always shoot covering footage later. Right now there was a grudge in the air, and it made the scene play so much hotter.

Lolita mouthed her way down Chrissy's flat little tummy. She pulled the panties down, over Chrissy's wiggling ass, and now we got a look at that sweet tight hairless little pussy that was the focus of the scene. Lolita yanked the panties down to Chrissy's ankles, slipped one foot out, then expertly opened the younger girl's thighs so that hot, wet little cunt was even more visible.

She stroked it with her fingers. "You're wet already," she purred. "You're hot for it, you little fourth-grade bitch!"

With that, she put two fingers together and thrust them roughly into Chrissy's exposed cunt. The blonde squealed thrillingly at the sudden penetration and really acted as if it was the first time she'd ever had anything up her tight little hole. Lolita's wrist flexed and she fucked her fingers in and out of Chrissy while the blonde clutched at her flat chest and made delirious moaning sounds.

Lolita took her fingers out and sniffed at them. "A whore if I ever smelled one," she said gruffly, hiding a giggle. She bent down and started licking Chrissy's smooth tight slit.

Except for a few deviations it was all going per the script. I relaxed a little. Maybe the girls were going to quit sniping at each other and get on with the scene, as it was written and blocked. There's nothing worse than a ten-year-old diva on the set, but I thought their innate professionalism was taking over.

I was wrong.

Lolita slurped Chrissy's puss until the little blonde made orgasmic sounds. I'd fucked her enough times by now to know she was faking, but she faked it well. She grabbed Lolita's red hair and forced the other girl's face down into her cunt, sitting up at the same time so she'd be certain to dominate the shot. "Oooh, suck me, Heather," she kept gasping. "I think you're making me ... cummmm!" And she squealed ecstatically.

Lolita sat up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Evidently that pussy _was_ pretty wet! She looked deeply into Chrissy's eyes, then put her arm around the blonde's neck and pulled their faces together for a mouth-burning kiss. She made sure that her left profile was showing. Both she and her mom thought that was Lolita's best side.

Considering that the girls didn't like each other, their kissing was pretty hot stuff. My dick began to stiffen a little inside my pants, and I really _have_ seen everything. Without separating their mouths, Chrissy began to unbutton Lolita's blouse, opening it so she could put her hands on the redhead's chest.

Chrissy murmured something. Lolita's head snapped back, breaking off the kiss but leaving a trail of saliva that stretched like a spider web between their pink lips. "What did you say?"

"I said, it feels like you're getting tits," Chrissy said innocently. "They're so cute and puffy!" She caressed Lolita's chest, puckered, pushed in for more kissing.

"You cunt!" Lolita's mom shrieked from the commissary table. I'd told her a hundred times, no smoking on the set, but she had a cigarette in her fingers, which she threw to the floor and stepped on.

"Who are you calling a cunt, you fat pig?" asked Chrissy's mom, from the other end of the room. And then suddenly she was at the commissary table, her nose only inches from that of Janine.

Two of the PAs hurried in to break them up, just before fists began flying. I yelled "Cut!" Goddamn stage mothers!

A few minutes later, with Pam and Janine both escorted to separate green rooms, I joined the starlets on set. Chrissy looked innocent and peachy. Lolita was huddled on the bed, holding her blouse tightly around her chest.

"She said I'm getting tits," Lolita pouted. "She's a lying little fuck hole!"

"They _feel_ like tits," Chrissy insisted. I jerked my thumb at Lolita. Blushing, she opened her blouse, very slowly. She was as flat as a board.

I put my hands on her chest, sliding my fingers over every inch of her upper torso. "Of course you don't have tits," I assured her. "It was probably just the way you were sitting. And Chrissy -- let's try not to pick any fights. You and Lolita are the two biggest stars in the industry and we want this to be a movie that will have guys losing their loads all over the world. Let's all work together and make some magic here, OK, girls?"

I called for action, and they picked up from a little before they'd left off. First the kiss. This time, I noticed, Chrissy had adjusted herself slightly, and more of her face was showing in the shot. We'd have to use some inserts to make it all blend, but it looked good, seeing more of the cute blonde around that swash of red Lolita-hair. And you could see that she was sucking on Lolita's tongue, growing visibly more excited as the kisses and caresses intensified. I made a mental note to schedule Chrissy for a shoot in the all-lesbian "Lonely Little Girls" series.

Again Chrissy opened Lolita's shirt, but this time there was no back-biting, no sotto voce comments. She tweezed the strawberry nipples with her fingers, made them enlarge, then dropped her head to lick them. I signaled a zoom-in. She eased the blouse off Lolita's shoulders, leaving the redhead bare except for her skirt. One of her hands crept beneath it and got busy in Lolita's crotch.

You couldn't see what she was doing but you could certainly see Lolita's reactions. Her face flushed and she bit her lower lip and she said, "Aahhh." It wasn't at all faked.

She left the nipples and eased Lolita back, bending in so she could rim the redhead's bellybutton. Her hand was still working energetically under the little skirt. Lolita exhaled rhythmically, her body starting to twitch.

Chrissy tossed the skirt upward, adjusting the redhead slightly so that the camera got a better view of the leprechaun tat and the sweet rouged crack to which the little green man's thumb pointed.

She covered Lolita's cuntal bun with her mouth and sucked hard, her cheeks deflating, and then she exhaled and started licking every inch of Lolita's pussy mound. Her tongue slithered up and down the gash, sometimes teasingly working just within its tight mouth, but mostly just licking and licking.

I smiled, shaking my head, remembering the way that little pink tongue felt sliding up and down my stiff meat. The guy who discovered Julia Roberts couldn't have been a bit happier than I was at that moment....

.... And my cock had had never been stiffer!

(Continued in Part 8)