Chrissy and her mother Pam watched the projection screen raptly. They were as impressed, obviously, as I had been when I sneaked a peek at the edited product earlier today. If "Playground Rape" had been a smashing debut for Chrissy, "Don't Try This at Home, Kids!" was a sophomore effort to end them all. You could tell from frame one that this girl had it.

Nobody who hadn't seen the aborted first attempt to shoot the video would have even missed Lolita Lust, who appeared only in the flashback sequence. We'd give her a "special appearance" credit, sure. She still has fans who don't like to miss any of her performances, but we could move this DVD by the truckload without even putting Lolita's picture on the box.

Chrissy burned up the videotape. There was no other word for it. She strutted her skinny little ass through every scene -- but always like a girl, not like some over-the-hill old bag trying to score a trick on La Brea. She ate pussy, she ate cum, she took it in the cunt, in the ass. And she never lost that sweet innocent smile.

Hell, she'd even volunteered for a double-anal, just so we could save the box copy that had already been written promising such a stunt, but there was no way I was gonna try that again. From now on, every tube of K-Y we used was going to be analyzed at a lab before a dribble of it went into any girl's butt or onto any stud's dick!

"You saved this picture," I told the little blonde, and I meant it. "If it hadn't been for you, we'd have been fucked."

Chrissy giggled. "_I_ was the one who got fucked," she pointed out. Her mom smiled and nodded.

"But in the nice way, honey," Pam said. She wasn't such a harpy, now that Lolita and Janine were out of the picture, or so it seemed to me. I'd even invited her to this special preview screening with Chrissy, something I'd never done for a mom before.

Up on the screen I'm playing the school principal and doing a threesome in my office with Rachel Sunshine and Chrissy Sweet. They take turns bouncing on my dick, cutely kissing each other while they fuck me. The contrast of Rachel's tiny, slightly yellowed-ivory, body and deep black hair with Chrissy's all-American GND blonde look is pretty and provocative. I dip my cock in baby oil before I put it in Rachel but getting inside her is still an effort -- worth it, once you're there!

Rachel can't remember any of her lines -- after all, she's a hasty substitution and the script is totally rewrite anyway, and they're handing her new pages every time she turns around. So Chrissy helps Rachel out by feeding her dialogue cues while she rides my rod. What a trouper! You'd never know, watching it roll, that the whole production had been retooled at the last minute in a desperate frenzy of action.

The camera zooms in on my cock entering Chrissy's well-greased cunt, then pans up to her face. She squeals, but it isn't that overdone, same thing every time scream that Lolita used to do when you busted her buns. She makes it all seem fresh and new. No matter how many times I stick it up Chrissy, watching her on the replay always makes me want to do it again, just to see how she'll react this time.

Chrissy climbed up into my lap and guided my hand under her little skirt. I tickled the lacy edge of her panties, then slipped inside to stroke her hot, moist pussy. It was a sweet juicy handful, and I took one. Chrissy purred and stretched on my lap, putting her arms around my neck. She gave me a big kiss and angled her cunt down into my fist.

On the screen, principal Conklin tells the girls he has a very special toy for them to play with. Out of his desk he pops a double-headed dildo. The girls look at it as if they've never imagined anything like this before.

With a little baby oil for lube -- nothing out of a fuckin' tube this shoot! -- they wiggle the two ends up their tiny assholes and bump butts while they fuck it back and forth. Principal Conklin watches, grinning like a shit-eating dog and stroking his hard cock. He marches from one cute young face to the other, feeding them several inches of hard dick each in their turn.

The office door opens, and the English teacher, Mrs Peabody, comes in. She does a slightly overacted double take at what she's seeing, but she steps inside and closes the door behind her.

Normally we don't have old women in our movies. Mixing genres is a bad thing. Audiences like to know what to expect. They really want the same thing, every time, only different. Knowing how to give it to them is the edge between success and failure in any biz, but especially in this one.

What makes it just different enough here is that Mrs Peabody is being played by Chrissy's mother Pam. She came up with the idea on set, after Lo and Janine and the guys had all gone off to the emergency room and we were back to the business of making movies.

At first I didn't like it at all, but she pointed out that it made for great box copy. "Featuring Chrissy Sweet's real mom, Pam Sweet, in a scene that pushes the limits."

The more I thought about it, the more I liked it. If it didn't work, we probably wouldn't lose more than an hour or two of studio time, and if it did work, it could work _really_ well. The writer went to his laptop and five minutes later we had a scene on paper.

Mrs Peabody watches the two little girls play "hide the dildo in your ass," and you can see she's getting turned on. She looks at Mr Conklin's stiffie and starts to lick her lips.

"This is a pretty revolutionary concept in education," she says, "but I think it has potential. Maybe you could fill me in on the technique, Principal Conklin?" She lets her hair down and removes her glasses, and suddenly she doesn't look so frowzy and _old_ anymore. She starts to take off her clothes.

Naked, she looks a lot sexier than you would ever have guessed -- than I would ever have guessed, to be honest, since we didn't do a full rehearsal and this was the first time I'd ever seen the bitch stripped.

I mean, she's a little long in the tooth for my taste, but her body is very slender, with tiny tits and hips so narrow it's hard to believe they ever popped out Chrissy. She has her snatch waxed clean. Hell, with a bag over her head, she could work in a Parochial Pussies tape. If you couldn't see her face, you could easily mistake her for fourteen.

I suppose I've been making her sound like some kind of washed-up old cunt, but I never meant to imply that she was so skaggy she'd be safe in an elevator with President Schwarzenegger. (As if.) It was just that I'd gotten used to younger stuff, what with my job and everything, and I'd never taken Pam seriously as a woman.

Sure, I knew from the day I met her that she was kinda throwing it at me, but I was sure _she_ knew that she just wasn't my type. Now, in a pinch, as she got her mouth on my prick and began to blow it, I realized I'd been selling Pam short.

The dark gold hair blocks off some of her face, so it isn't as obvious as it might have been that she's thirty, and this old bitch sucks like a leech. I hold her by the head and fuck into her face, though admittedly it's the sight of our two PT starlets buttfucking the dildo that really keeps me hard and excited. But her hot wet mouth doesn't hurt.

Pam swallows my cock in big gulps, kissing my nuts while her throat is full of me. She slathers it on. sucking hard and fast. If there was an Old Bags Audition series, she'd be perfect for it. Holy God, I ask myself, where was I when she was nine years old?

A little mental calculation suggests that I was probably in tenth grade wondering if I was _ever_ gonna get my dick inside a piece of real pussy or would have to use my hand for the rest of my life. At that time, it was a fair question.

Pam guzzles my dick. I'm in serious danger of losing my load with the scene barely halfway done. No question I've graduated from my left hand to the real thing.

Somehow I get it out of her mouth and stretch her out on the floor, next to the two little girls. They still have the double-header up their butts and they're holding hands while they ass-fuck back and forth. Chrissy giggles when I slide my rod along the slick smooth crack of her mom's pussy.

"Are you gonna fuck that old woman?" she asks insouciantly. "When you could have _us_ instead?"

"Your turn's coming," I assure her and keep on teasing her mom's cunt with the tip of my cock. Pam looks all wet and juicy inside as she pulls herself open with long slim fingers. For a moment I think about the K-Y accident and I hesitate, just slightly, but there's nothing in a tube on this set, and the show must go on.

Pam's pussy lips protrude a little, another sign that she's really too old for porn, but the heat coming out of her warms my dick and makes me care less and less about the technicalities. I slip the knob between her flaps and thrust home, burying my bone in one quick shove.

Pam hikes her legs up, kicks them in the air, then wraps them around my body and starts fucking back. Man, I can't get out of her now even if I wanted to! She has a nutcracker pussy that milks its way up and down my meat, and I'm starting to wonder if thirteen really _is_ over the hill. If I wasn't a married man..

Meanwhile, in real time, I had a finger up Chrissy's tight little cunt. It stroked me, just the way her mom's pussy does in the video we're all watching. She moaned softly and kissed me again. One hand was on my cock, tracing every inch of the hardness that now filled my pants. Her other hands were around my neck, squeezing while she kept on kissing me.

My finger went deeper into her pussy, which felt wet and bottomless. She pulled my zipper down with one hand, slipped the other into my pants, grabbed a fistful of cock. She slid her fingers through my hair, kissed me some more, and pulled on both my earlobes while giving me a hot frisky handjob.

How many fucking hands did the little whore have?

About that point I realized that somebody else was working on my dick while I kissed and fingered little Chrissy. It was Pam, of course. I should have known that.

On screen, I'm fucking Pam like a son of a bitch while the two little girls each suck one of her titties. Rachel Sunshine giggles and sits on Pam's face. She grabs the girl by the ass and shoves her face up into that smooth tight little Asian pussy.

I fuck my dick in and out of her surging cunt. She's not even using baby-oil for a lube. This is all Pam, all natural, and she's piss-wet the length of my meat with each deep thrust.

I can feel her climaxing all around me, and it's not faked. This bitch is hot for it. I have the urge to blow my wad in her, but I need to save it for the star. After all, this is a Chrissy Sweet picture! Her mom is only supporting talent and you don't waste a cream-pie on a bit player.

By now Pam had her mouth all over my cock. My finger kept on pronging her daughter's cunt and the mom sucked me inside out. "Help her," I told Chrissy, who immediately slipped off my lap and onto her knees on the floor. Pam reluctantly demouthed me and angled my dick over to Chrissy, who started licking it up and down, interspersed with quick guppy-like suckles of my knob.

On screen, I get my rod out of Pam, whose lower body continues to twitch and wriggle where she's lying on the floor, as her orgasm winds down.

I push Chrissy's face down to the shaved wet crack and she licks it vigorously. For somebody who allegedy never did this before (as she insisted when we were setting up the dyke scene with Lolita), she seems to know exactly what she's doing. Either she's a quick study or she and Pam have done some practicing at home. I don't care. It looks good on camera. From the way Pam whines and murmurs, it must feel pretty good to mommy as well.

Chrissy burrows down into her mom's cunt and laps it like a kitten slurping milk out of a bowl. I hold her head there for a moment, making sure she'll carry it on, but I might as well not be in the room. She likes the taste and she keeps on tasting. Rachel is still getting her own little puss slurped by Pam and she's squealing as her excitement surges.

I clamber to my feet, my cunt-soaked rod jutting upward. First I go to Rachel and feed her mouth some fresh ripe meat while she's riding Pam's face. She chews a little too hard, but that's just the excitement. Still, she needs to work on her technique. We're not making these movies to get _ourselves_ off, it's to turn on the paying customers. And how can I do a decent job fucking these little girls if they're going to bite me on the peter? You tell me!

Chrissy's little ass protrudes up into the air while she licks her mom's cunt, and I get behind her. Wet from Rachel's mouth and Pam's pussy, I enter Chrissy's cunt without a hitch, filling her with my dick in one stroke. She moans into Pam's pussy but she doesn't miss a lick. Pam is moaning too, the sound muffled by the PT snatch covering her face, and there's a deeper huskier groaning sound that must be me.

Everybody's turned on, now. Three hours ago this production was a total disaster. But now, feeding my cock into Chrissy's hot cunt, I know that it's going to be a classic. When I die, Larry King will run clips from _this_ scene during the tribute show, and I predict you'll even see him wipe a tear from his eye while the guests reminisce about how I saved this Titanic lookalike on the set with cool professional confidence.

I work it out of Chrissy's tight twat and consider her little rosebud asshole. The scene isn't scheduled to go anal, but what the hell, it's not like she's never had one up her butt before, and it's for the good of the picture. I rub my pussy-wet cock on her asshole and hope that's sufficient lube because I don't want to cut while they fetch the baby oil.

No problem. The kid is a pro. She gasps, not expecting it, but she works with me and a moment later I'm up her hot little ass. The steadicam guy is leaning over my shoulder for a closeup. I ram hard, hitting bottom every time, and she moans with each thrusting stroke. My balls feel like lead.

Chrissy and Pam were still taking turns on my cock, here in the office. One would suck it, then snap her head loose and let it swing and sway right over to the other's mouth. Pam sucked deeper but Chrissy made up for it with inventiveness. My cock was already drooling little bubbles of cum but it was nothing compared to what was stewing up inside my balls.

On screen, I go A2M, improvising all the way. Rachel gags a little when I shove too hard but she knows how much is on the line and she just gulps and gobbles it. I give her a dozen strokes in the mouth, then bring it back to Chrissy's asshole. It hasn't completely contracted yet, so I go into her easily, shoving hard to take me all the way down. Another dozen strokes and it's back to Rachel's mouth. Man, I could do this all day! I just wish my prostate saw it the same way.

The woman and two little girls get doggie, side by side, and I fuck them down the line. Up Chrissy's ass, since it was already open and ready, then into her mom's pussy next door, then stooping a little so I could slip my meat up the very tiny Rachel, who was last in the row.

I alternate Rachel, first anal, then cuntal, until her little body erupts into orgasm and she squeals and slumps. Guys love it when she gets so hot she passes out during a fuck scene. Sometimes she fakes it, like any porn actress, but this time it was for real, and I knew that would show on screen. I give her a couple more strokes as she sprawls, twitching, then extract and look for fresh holes to invade and conquer.

Now it's back to Pam. She isn't prepped for anal, or I'd have shoved it up her ass too, but I don't want to break the momentum of the scene by bringing in the baby oil wrangler. Anyway, I'm getting down to the nitty-gritty and I can't last much longer.

I pump her pussy, then switch to Chrissy's ass for a few more strokes, and my balls tell me that Mr Big has crashed this party. I get it out of Chrissy's butt and pull hers and Pam's hair to signal them. They turn around, their mouths already open, tongues lapping wetly in the air.

I jack half my load into Pam's mouth, coating her tongue with sticky white sauce, then finish the squirt into Chrissy's. She closes her lips around me and siphons till I'm empty, letting the juice ooze from her lips when my cock slides out of her mouth. She and Pam share their sperm-wads in a kiss and beam up at me.

"Man!" I said, leaning back while Chrissy blew me. "Forget the AVN awards -- I think we're talking Oscars!"

***

I fucked both of them while the movie continued to play out, but by now I was more interested in today than in yesterday and I barely looked at the screen. Pam already had her butthole greased so I got to try her out anally. It just proved to me that she could have been a major talent if I'd caught her when she was young enough to be marketable. What a fucking waste!

She knew, though, that she was the second fiddle in this orchestra and she let Chrissy take the lead, just the way it oughta be. I cream-pied the little blonde, for a finale, and Pam licked up the juice as it oozed out of her daughter's raw-red gash. My balls ached, in the nicest way, and I knew the movie was going to break all records.

***

"You want what?"

"More money," Pam repeated. "You saw the movie yourself. You know she just gets better and better. You know goddamn well she's going to sell millions of units. We want $10,000 a day and 10% of the gross on each of her DVDs. The _gross_, not the net. Chrissy and I just love you, Ray, but we're not stupid. There's no reason you should make all the profit when she's the one doing the work."

"How do _you_ feel about this, Chrissy?" I asked, turning to the girl.

She looked back at me with a frankness that belied her tender years. "Aren't I worth it, Uncle Ray?" she asked teasingly.

Oh, man, they had me by the balls now! I'd lost Cherry Rodriguez to Sweet Young Cunt. Lolita Lust was out of commission due to that freaky anal accident. There were a dozen B-list babies on contract, none of whom had yet developed a significant following of her own. But none of them was an A-girl. My entire studio was riding on the slim shoulders of Chrissy Sweet, and the little whore had just shrugged. My knees wobbled, and even though I was sitting down, I felt like I might fall flat on my face.

"So. Is it SYC? Are those sleazy fucks trying to buy you out from under me like they did with that whore Cherry? Or is it Larry Flynt? Max Hardcore? But none of them would offer you a cut of the gross ... "

Shit -- there have been those Disney rumors for years. Was the Mouse finally taking the plunge into hardcore? Who the fuck else would have the money to make Chrissy an offer like that?

I had lunch with Eisner just the other day. Was the fucker laughing at me the whole time while he made plans to steal my business out from under me? I relived every moment at Spago, trying to second-guess his words, his expressions, to find the stab hidden behind the smile. Nothing. He's not that good an actor.

Pam shook her head but before she could answer, Chrissy chirped up.

"We think we can start our own line," she said perkily. "I've been watching the way you direct, and it looks _real_ easy. My mommy can think of good stories. She made up the one we just watched. Mostly. Daddy says we can get the money, because I'm a star. This movie is going to make me tankable."

"The word is _bankable_, honey," Pam smiled.

Chrissy nodded earnestly. "Bankable," she repeated. "We'll have our own company. 'Cute Little Chrissy' is what we're gonna call it, 'cause it's all gonna be about me. If I want a leprechaun tat, I can have one, too. 'Cause it's _my_ company! I'll be able to do anything I want. And I betcha we're smart enough to make sure nobody switches Krazy Glue for the K-Y." She giggled. It was a nasty giggle. Things suddenly became very clear to me.

"You pint-sized _whore_," I said. "You did that, didn't you?"

Chrissy lifted her eyebrows. "I'm just a little girl!" she said, momentarily looking as if she was about to cry. Then her eyes twinkled. "Even if my shit is the _bomb_." Her smile was dazzling, as always.

"I didn't know anything about it," Pam said, and in spite of everything I believed her. I glared at Chrissy, who was smiling like a tiny angel. There was still a starchy film of dried cum on her chin. "It was her own idea. I'd have spanked her if she'd suggested it to me. But that's all in the past, Ray. We can't change any of it. We have to consider the future."

I nodded. "Yeah, the future, because that's where we're all going to spend the rest of our lives." Chrissy nodded, very solemn, as if she'd just heard something really profound. Innocent blue-eyed, blonde-pigtailed waters ran a lot deeper than I'd ever suspected.

"We'll just sit out the contract," Pam went on. "It expires in two months and by that time we'll have our own company in place, all ready to go. You can't renew the contract automatically. We have to sign. Article 1, sub-section 4. And there's a specific exemption for school testing and field trips that count toward a grade, not to mention excused medical absences. Article 3, sub-sections 1, 2, and 3. Every time there's a shooting call, Chrissy will have a math test. Or the flu. Or the measles. Or chicken pox..." Her voice dropped away.

Yeah, she could do that. I'm a dad, and I know how grade-schoolers come down with every fucking bug and germ that floats around. My doctor will say she's fine, hers that she's too sick to work, and by the time we get it settled in court, the shooting schedule has gone straight to hell.

And in three months that could be a lot of shooting. After all, I'd been forced to revamp the whole schedule after Lolita's accident, and in the new game plan Chrissy was set to work at least 3 days a week, every week, for months. She was the cornerstone of the company. It all revolved around Chrissy.

No two ways about it. I was fucked.

I slid my dick back into my pants and zipped up. The finest fucking movie I had ever made, a guaranteed sales-buster, an unstoppable award winner, and _I_ was the one who had gotten it up the ass.

"Can I have a day or two to think about this?" I asked. "What you're asking, basically, is for me to make you partners in my company, even though you don't put up any of the money or take any of the risks..."

"Krazy Glue in the K-Y?" Chrissy smirked. "That's a really _big_ risk! It's scary to think that could have happened to me."

And it might have, if Lolita or her barracuda mom had thought of it first. But no, Chrissy had beaten them to the punch.

The little cunt! What she needed was to be thrown over my lap and spanked till her ass got blisters. And then I'd show her what fucking was _really_ all about.

"Think it over, Ray," Pam agreed. "I think you're going to see our point. We just want what's best for everybody. But I'm her mom, and I have to put my daughter's interests first. If it was your daughter, you'd do the same thing and you know it."

"Why don't the two of you just go home now," I said, totally sickened by the whole business. I didn't even look at them as they got dressed and departed. I'd seen enough of those two whores to last me a lifetime. But how was I going to stay in business without Chrissy?

I sighed for the good old days when we used to hang around playgrounds, spotting talent, screen testing them right there on the lawn, and making the Crazy Ray's Schoolyard Pussy all-amateur gonzo pre-teen tapes.

Quick model release, bone 'em on the spot, and no harpy of a mommy hanging around to bust your balls for more money and more perks, simply because her daughter was an entertaining little fuck piece. Just the 5 "F's": Find her, Feel her, Film Her, Fuck her, and Forget her.

There was hardly any money in it back then, and getting lucky was almost as much fun as selling the tapes to Odyssey for a few hundred bucks.

Sure, I'm rich now, and at the top of the biz -- a biz I more or less created all by myself. But those days when I used to run around in dirty t-shirts looking for fresh faces on the street and in the schoolyards seemed a hell of a lot better than what my life had become.

Glamour profession, my royal Irish ass!

(Story concluded in Part 10)