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Subject: {ASSM} Audition Tape (Mf, exh. cons.)
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   The following is entirely a work of fiction.  It was written purposely
for the entertainment of adult readers.  This type of fiction should never
be read by minors.  Readers of this type of fiction should never try to
copy the actions within, lest they look forward to a very long jail
sentence, followed by a life of forced poverty.



   This story contains graphic descriptions of sex between a young teen
female and a grown man.  If this type of behavior offends you, read no
further.  If this type of material is illegal where you live, please stop
now and go away.



   Summary: When a middle aged man changes his address to help prevent
identity theft, he receives some strange mail.  After opening a package, he
receives an offer to get some young pussy.  He finds the offer too good to
pass up.



   June 1998



   First, I got the call from the bank about the suspect charges on my
credit card.  Then, I started getting the weird mail.  I spoke to the post
office and they advised me to remove my physical address from my bank
account and get a P.O.  box.  That way, those who needed to send me mail
could, and I wouldn't be getting the junkmail.  I followed their advice and
decided to pay the annual fee for peace of mind.



   When I first opened the mailbox, there was five letters in there
addressed to EDS Video Service.  I marked the letters "incorrect address"
and dropped them in the letter slot.  Over the next two weeks, there was
three more letters.  I repeated the procedure, albeit glad that I wasn't
getting any more junkmail.



   At the end of the month, a parcel addressed to EDS arrived.  I thought
about dropping it somewhere, but since it was video size and no slot that
big was in the post office, I thought I'd take it home to preview it.  I
wondered if I'd get in trouble for taking someone else's mail, but no one
paid me any mind in the post office.



   As I walked in the door at home, I opened the package and found a tape
marked "Melissa Audition Tape" along with a letter that read: "Hi, I'm
Melissa, I know I look younger than 18, but I really am 18.  I made a copy
of my driver's license for you.  I know you just sell videos, but if you
like my tape, my dad and I can make more videos for you.  Much Love,
Melissa."



   I popped the tape in the VCR.  Soon, a petite blonde girl with dark
roots appeared on the screen.  She said "Hi, I'm Melissa, hope you like my
tape".  She leaned over and punched a button on a CD player.  As Britney
Spears "Do it to Me One More Time" came on, she started to dance.



   Wearing a blue tank top, white shorts, and flip flops, she began pulling
the tank top up.  Soon, a small pair of tits appeared as the tank top hit
the floor.  Then, she started teasing with the shorts as she played with
the zipper, eventually working it down, showing her tiny white ass, then
turning to show a hairless pussy.  Once nude, she sank into a green easy
chair, and spread her legs as the camera zoomed in.



   "You like my pussy?  she asked, "I like keeping it shaved".  She played
with her pussy for about five minutes before the camera zoomed back out. 
Melissa said "Hope you like my tape.  Call me".



   I rewound the tape and listened to the voice as I looked at her little
body.  "No way is she 18", I thought as I looked at the copy of the
driver's license.  It was a grainy copy.  Then I noticed that the address
on the driver's license wasn't the same as the one on the package or
letter. The license was a fake, or stolen.



   I spent the rest of the day thinking about the tape, then watched it one
more time.  Someone had helped her with the video.  If it was her dad, he
obviously didn't mind his daughter doing things you could market a tape
for. I looked up a copy of Celebrity Sleuth I had.  It had copies of model
contracts.  I sat down on the computer and created a fake contract for EDS
Video Service.  Then I also created false stationary for EDS and sent
Melissa a letter telling her I liked what I saw on the tape and she should
call me to set up an interview.



   I dropped the letter in the mail the next day.  A week later, the phone
rang.  I talked to Melissa, asking her some questions, such as her
willingness to be seen in a national magazine, and if she would do
hardcore. She fessed up that that her dad was laid up and they needed the
money.  I asked if her dad was there, and I spoke to him for a couple of
minutes.  I finished up the call talking to Melissa, agreeing to meet her
in three days.



   I sat down and created a plan.  The next day I went shopping, buying a
very expensive video camera, planning to return it a week later, a little
used.  I also bought a digital camera, with the same strategy.



   On the day of the interview, I made the hour drive into the country to
meet Melissa and her dad.  They lived in a small old wooden house.  Melissa
met me at the door wearing only a dress.  I could see her nipples through
the thin fabric, then her bare tiny ass as she led me into the living room.
Her father was in a wheelchair in the corner.



   I walked over, shook his hand, and he apologized for his appearance
telling me he was a trucker on workman's comp.  Melissa sat in a familiar
easy chair and I sat on the couch.  I took a folder out of the briefcase I
had carried in.  I asked if I could take another look at her driver's
license.  She got up and walked out of the room, returning a moment later.
As she handed it to me, I noticed her hand tremble.  "I know it looks a
little different, but I had a different hairstyle then, and ......we had to
move since I got the license."



   I looked closely at the license.  The girl on the license did have a
different hairstyle, and a different nose.  Had I been legit, I would've
exposed her as a fraud, but we were about to negotiate a fee for sex with
an underage girl, and her father was aiding her in the deception.  I
decided to play along.



   "It's fine" I said with a smile as I handed the license back.



   Melissa smiled as she took the card back and I noticed her take a very
deep breath.  "I'll need to take some test shots" I said, taking out the
digital camera.  I took a closeup of her face, then had her show some bare
shoulder, and her bare ass as she looked and smiled over her shoulder.



   "Very good" I complimented as I put away the camera, "you can take
direction.  Let's talk money".  I opened by saying that either way, we
would have to make a trip to my studio, but I was offering five hundred if
she did a photo shoot, fifteen hundred if she did a movie.  The movie, of
course, would take two days and nights to finish.



   Melissa and her father exchanged looks.  They excused themselves and
went into another room.  A long moment later, they returned.



   "We'll do the movie", Melissa offered.



   "Go pack then, I'll wait", I told her.



   Melissa practically skipped out of the room.  Her father motioned me
over.  "Are you going to fuck my little girl, or are you going to hire
guys."



   "It'll just be me" I reassured him.



   He paused a long moment, "Okay, don't hurt her, she's all I got".



   I squeezed his arm, "I won't hurt her."



   He looked me in the eye, then dropped his head.  We both knew she wasn't
a day over fifteen, probably younger.  The man was sacrificing his
daughter's innocence for some badly needed money.  Melissa reappeared a
moment later with a tote bag.  "Let's go" I said, motioning towards the
car.



   Melissa gave her father a hug and kiss, then we were on the way.  We
were about five minutes down the road.  Melissa was playing with my radio
and CD player.  She was gushing about music.  I opened the conversation
about sex.



   "So, how old were you the first time you had sex?"



   She blushed.  "I was twelve."



   "Did you like it?"



   "I was nervous, and it hurt.  I didn't do it again for a month.  That
time it felt a lot better."



   "Did you date a lot of guys in high school?"



   I saw her eyes wiggle before she answered.  "Oh yeah" she lied.



   "Can I see your pussy now?" I asked.



   "You want to see it in the car?"



   "Yeah."



   Her eyes darted around, then she raised her dress exposing a pair of
hairless pussy lips.  I reached over and touched her lips.  She spread her
legs to give me better access.  I found her little pussy hole, and as I
thought, it was tight.  She scooched down a little as I worked the first
digit into her.  I pulled it out and started playing with her outer lips.
She closed her eyes and moaned lightly.  I felt her get a little wetter.  I
inserted my finger again, this time forcing my entire finger in her.  I
finger fucked her a little, then stopped.  I noticed her smile as I sniffed
my finger and tasted it.



   "Yummy" I said as she giggled.



   An hour later, we pulled into the back entrance of a hotel-no tell about
ten minutes from home.  I had used the place a couple of times to meet
escorts, and the guy at the desk doesn't even bat an eye as I pay him in
cash and he doesn't ask for identification.



   I opened the trunk as I parked.  Melissa and I carried in the
photgraphic equipment and a couple of suitcases.  While I set up she
cruised the cable channels.  When I was set up.  I seated her in the chair
in the room.  I started interviewing her, asking her name, age, first time
age, how she liked sex, why she wanted to be a pro.



   Then I asked her to take off the dress and show her body.  I scanned her
body closely with the video camera, zooming in on her tiny tits and
beige/pinkish nipples.  Then I lowered the camera to her pussy.  I had her
play with her pussy before opening my suitcase and offering her a selection
of vibrators and dildoes.  I was going to make payments for this for
months, but how often does one get an underage girl with the help of a
parent?



   Melissa selected a small white vibrator.  She touched her nipples, then
worked her slit for several minutes before inserting it.  She arched her
back, closed her eyes, sucked in her breath, but slowly made it fit.  I
quietly undressed as she continued to work the vibrator in and out.  She
didn't stop as I turned off the camera and set it down.  She opened her
eyes as I lifted her up and set her on the bed.



   I had her lay back and spread her legs.  I leaned in and kissed her
nipples, before making a short trip to her pussy.  Satisfied she was ready,
I then positioned myself over her.  She flinched as I pushed at her tiny
pussy hole with my dick.  It took several minutes, but I finally got my
entire dick in her.  It was a tight fit.



   She was breathing deep, clawing at the bed, and sometimes biting her
lip. I slowly began pumping her.  She let out a long wail.  She grasped my
arms with a tight grip.  Her tiny tits jiggled to the rhythym of my
thrusts. I could feel the sweat forming on my body and saw it on her chest.
She began raising her hips to meet my thrusts.  I felt my cum rise, then
splash off her cervix and try to squeeze past my dick.  Five squirts, then
a sixth before my dick deflated and popped out of her.  I collapsed beside
her.



   "Why didn't you video that?" she asked.



   "There's lots of time for that, isn't there?" I answered.



   I did video several acts the next day, including Melissa losing her anal
cherry.  On the second day, I presented her with a cashier's check for
fifteen hundred, then drove her home.  She gave me a smouldering kiss,
before taking her suitcase and leaving the car.  I drove away quickly,
hoping that she didn't see the car's license plate.

   ?





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