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CHAPTER 9

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 in the bushes, 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!


CHAPTER 10

I dropped my shorts and climbed down into the hot tub.
If there was ever a day I needed to soak, and _think_,
this was it. A girl with potential to be the hottest
little bitch who ever flaunted her skinny ass through
porn had me over a fucking barrel with a dildo up my
bung.

In less than two weeks I had lost Cherry Rodriguez to
the competition, lost Lolita Lust to sabotage, and now
Chrissy Sweet wanted to hang my balls over her living
room fireplace.

Why the _fuck_ hadn't I gone into granny porn? Those
old bags are so happy to be working they don't have
time to stab you in the back! All they want to know
is, which hole do they take it in next, and where are
you gonna shoot your load?

Sure, granny porn wouldn't have bought me a $12 million
dollar house in the Canyon -- it wouldn't even have
covered the downpayment on the hot tub, for that
matter -- but I wouldn't have an ambitious starlet
trying to take my company away from me.

I thought about Kutcher, from May-December, the '85
Rabbit he drives, the shithole trailer in Encino where
he lives, and that crew of old hags who work for his
company and would eat shit to stay in the biz. He
seemed to me at that moment like the luckiest guy on
the face of the earth.

"What's wrong, Daddy?" Madison chirped, leaning over
the lip of the tub. "You look sad."

"Daddy _is_ sad," I told her. "Something not very nice
happened at the office. But I don't bring work home
with me, so we won't talk about that."

Maddy climbed up onto the deck. She looked really cute
in her little sun suit. "Can I get in with you?" she
asked. She loves the tub but she's not allowed to use
it unless me or Karen is already there.

I nodded. She peeled out of her clothes, turned to
soak up a bit of the late afternoon sunshine, then
stepped down into the bubbly water. "Tickles," she
giggled, getting her foot wet.

She's even cuter than her mom was at the same age, I
thought. Long dark hair, beautiful dark eyes, slender
body not yet touched by the aging process. If I'd seen
her on the street, I'd have handed my card to her mom
and invited her over to the studio for a screentest.
That's how lovely she is. As pretty as any starlet in
the biz, and I'm not just a proud daddy when I say
that.

Madison stepped down into the water. It came up to her
neck. That's why she can't use the tub unless there's
supervision. She splashed a little, throwing water in
my face and giggling when she did, and I splashed her
back. She dog-paddled over to me.

"Don't be sad, Daddy," she said, very solemnly, and
then she kissed me. Her lips lingered on my mouth and
she pressed her flat chest against mine.

That night she'd come into the bedroom with me and
Karen had seemed to satisfy her curiosity. She'd
watched us a couple more times since then but she
hadn't made any effort to participate, and that was
just fine. You should always let your kids discover
the facts of life at their own speed.

But right now Madison seemed to be entering back into
the experimental mode she'd displayed that night. Her
mouth kept on kissing me. Under the water, she had her
leg between my thighs, her calf rubbing insistently
along the softness of my cock.

Softness? It wasn't quite so soft, the more she rubbed
it. I could feel myself growing. I got the distinct
feeling that she might want to take a few more sex-ed
lessons. Well, if that was what she wanted -- there's
nothing I would not do for my kid!

I stroked up and down her back, my hands moving onto
her skinny little butt. She nuzzled more closely. By
now my cock was standing up. Hey, it's a cock! It
gets hard when somebody plays with it. That's what
it's _supposed_ to do.

Under the water, Madison reached down to touch my dick.
"This is like it was the other night," she sighed,
folding her little fingers around it. They just barely
came together holding me. She squeezed, then stroked.
The water rippled on top as her hand worked below the
surface.

"Have you been watching 'Friends' again?" I scolded
gently. "You know that's a TVPG show and you're only
supposed to watch Y7." Her lips were fluttering along
mine. I moved my tongue between them. She murmured as
it entered her mouth.

"I like that," Madison giggled. "It feels like it did
when you let me put your thing in my mouth. Can I do
that again, Daddy?"

"Oh, I suppose so, but the water's too deep. We'll
have to sit up on the side. C'mon, honey, upsy-daisy,"
and I lifted her up out of the water and sat her down
on the edge of the tub. I came up out as well, with my
dick erect. She giggled again at the sight of it,
though she must have known it was stiff when she was
playing with it in the water.

She leaned back, her skinny legs parted and the clean
neat crack of her cunt showing, slightly pink where the
spread of her legs made its lips separate. It looked
too cute not to kiss, so I leaned in between her thighs
and put my lips on it. I made a big "mmmm" sound as I
kissed her pussy, and that made her squeal and giggle
in glee. The chlorine taste of the water was strong at
first, but as I continued to kiss her cunt, using my
tongue up and down the tight crack, I could taste the
real Madison coming through the chemicals.

Very delicately I pushed her budlike labes apart and
inserted my tongue between them. Her clitoris was tiny
but already coming to life. I grazed it with my
tongue, then kissed it directly, then pursed my lips
around it and sucked gently. Madison took my other
hand and brought it to her mouth so she could suck my
fingers. She bunched my index and middle together and
eased them inside, holding my wrist to slide them in
and out as she suckled.

The other day, she'd been more cute than erotic taking
her first stabs at sucking my dick, but now as she
worked on my fingers, I could feel a distinct -- an
almost amazing -- degree of improvement. Rachel
Sunshine is about that good, but she's been working for
months, and this was only Maddy's second effort.

It's my profession. I just couldn't help making the
comparison. That's all it was.

I spread Madison's pussy a little wider and worked more
of my tongue into it. She was slick and wet inside,
and not just because she'd been in the hot tub. I slid
my tongue a few inches up her, thrusting with it, and
her little body pumped back at me while she sucked sooo
hard on my fingers it was as if she wanted to siphon
them off my hand.

I drew back with my tongue and sloshed around on her
clitoris, which had gotten perceptibly bigger. She was
all twisty and wiggly now, alternately pulling herself
away from me and then shoving her cunt back into my
face. In her excitement she bit my finger, hard enough
to make me yelp.

"Oh, Daddy," she said in a trembly voice, "did I hurt
you?"

"Of course not, honey. Am I hurting you?"

Maddy giggled. "Unh-uh, Daddy, you're making me feel
_really_ good!"

I cupped her pussy and moved upward. She rolled
against me and kissed me some more, no doubt trying
some other moves she'd seen on those damn sitcoms. In
a way it was funny -- little girl trying to act like
big girl -- but at the same time, it was
heartbreakingly sexy. I drew her tongue into my mouth
and suckled it while we brushed our lips together and
my hand kept on squeezing her little pussy. My cock
was still rigid and it kept bumping her flat tummy.

Releasing her tongue, I bent down and slathered my
tongue across her chest. She shivered palpably as I
licked over the tips of her nipples, which were already
erect. "That feels good, too," she whispered.

I licked them some more. As gently as I could, I
pooched the smooth flesh together and made a sort of
titty there on her chest, which I drew into my mouth
and suckled. Madison trilled and clutched at my head.
"That _really_ feels good!"

"Someday, when your titties get bigger, a lot of guys
will want to suck on them," I told her.

"How big will they get?" she asked.

I thought of her mom's bee-sting breasts. Genetically,
she wasn't predisposed to large growth.

"Big enough to be the prettiest titties anywhere," I
promised her diplomatically. She smiled and ran her
fingers through my hair, lingering on the bald spot at
the crown. It's just a small bald spot, and I think it
adds distinction.

"You know what would make Daddy feel good?" I asked, my
fingers curling through her dark hair. Her eyes
enlarged. In the sun they were a deep violet, like a
young Liz Taylor. My God, I thought, she's gorgeous!

Madison nodded, and without being coached any further,
she took my cock in both hands and leaned down to lick
the knob. Her hands were so small it took both of them
to hold my trembling rod steady, but it paid off when
her mouth opened and she took the head of my cock
inside.

She was a lot more confident than she'd been that other
time. Her eyes were on me all the time she suckled
my bulb, and I met her gaze with a look of approval.
That seemed to brighten her expression even more, and
she slipped my cock deeper into her beaming smile.

Not perfect by any means, but so much promise! I put
my hand on the top of her head and forced her face
downward, regretting it as soon as the action was
taken. Goddamn it, Ray! I told myself. This isn't
some bimbo starlet who's looking for a gold-ring grab
on the merry-go-round of porn fame -- this is your
daughter! I relaxed my hand, felt the gratified "Nggh"
around my cock, and just let Madison work at her own
speed.

She kept jacking me while she sucked, sometimes nudging
my balls a little roughly, but her heart was good and
her mouth was wet. I closed my eyes and relished it,
then looked back down to show her that she was doing
just fine. I suspected she'd been practicing some more
on that dildo of Karen's, and it was definitely paying
off.

"Punkin," I said, twirling a strand of her dark hair
around my finger, "I think Daddy's about to cum in your
mouth. Remember when I did that the other night?"

She said "Mmmhmmm" without ever letting up on her suck
action. Her eyes sparkled. Definitely violet, like a
ripe Beaujolais, freshly decanted. Her mouth worked up
and down, repeatedly frictioning the enlarged bulb of
my cock with her lips and teeth, her tongue busy
inside, and the hot wet siphoning just seemed to draw
the semen upward from my bulging nuts.

It burst into her mouth and she squealed at the sudden
force and volume of my cum-squirt. Her lips slackened,
and a big gob of sperm flowed outward, down the length
of my shaft. She tightened up again and let the rest
of it gush across her tongue. I could feel her gulping
as she swallowed the explosion, and she kept on
sucking, all the while. My hips swiveled, thrusting
into her but resisting the urge to ram it all down her
throat. She wasn't Karen, for Chrissakes!

Gasping for air, gurgling with a mouth full of cream,
Maddy raised her lips off my cock. She slid her hand
up the shaft and a last bubble appeared in the slit at
my apex. Her tongue, already painted white with sticky
cream, lapped out greedily and caught it like a frog
licking out for a careless fly. She held me tightly in
both hands and raised her face for a kiss.

We rolled around on the ledge beside the tub, her
little skinny legs wrapped around me. She just
couldn't seem to get enough kissing. I wasn't crazy
about tasting my cum in her mouth but she was my kid
and I would make any sacrifice for her. Anyway, if
eating my cum was fatal, the Valley would be full of
dead PT starlets by this time.

My dick softened a little but then Madison started
rubbing herself against it while she twined around me,
and the touch of her hairless, perfect young pussy
caused the kind of reaction it would in any normal guy.
Blood rushed back into my cock and it began to lurch
its way into a fresh boner state. Maddy squirmed,
feeling me get hard, and she kept on grinding her taut
little crack all over my stiffening length.

"Let Daddy sit up," I suggested, and I backed up
against the wall. My rod thrust upward, once again
fully erect. "Now you just sit on Daddy's lap." She
nodded eagerly and settled downward, her back to my
chest. We snuggled. My prick was standing upright
between her skinny thighs. I touched them, moved them
closer together around my dick.

She got the message. "Oooh, I can feel how big and
hard you are, Daddy!" Squirming, she started
instinctively pressuring my prick with her thigh flesh.
I scooted her gently, until the length of my cock was
square against her slit. Then I began to hump myself
up and down, so that my cock frotted directly on her
budding young cunt.

"Mmm, Daddy," Madison purred, "that _really_ feels
nice!" She was straining to meet me, obviously loving
the friction where our sexual parts rubbed together.
Her thighs flexed, squeezing and releasing, squeezing
and releasing. Our bodies fell into rhythm. She slid
her fingertip back and forth across the upstanding knob
of my dick, leaned to kiss me again, over her shoulder.

"Isn't this what you and Rachel Sunshine were doing in
that movie?" she asked innocently. I frowned. She
_knows_ that the DVDs in Daddy's cabinet are off-limits
and strictly for older folks, but obviously she'd been
sneaking a peek at them.

Well, it _was_ like a scene in Rachel's screen test
tape. She was just too tight for anything bigger than
a pinky insertion, so I spent a while frotting her in
this same position. Variety called it "excruciatingly
erotic, far more tantalizing than the standard
oral-vaginal-anal workout. The slow and unmistakably
authentic arousal of starlet Sunshine through gentle
but insistent external pussy friction lays the
groundwork for an eventual, and a truly sizzling,
insertion. Sunshine is a real find and this session
solidifies producer Conklin's status as the
unquestionable top helmer in the industry."

And she must have watched it pretty closely, because
she was copying Rachel's moves right down to the
semi-colons. Her body grew warmer and warmer atop me.
My hands caressed her little nipples as they grew
harder and harder. I could feel her baby-button
clitoris stroking the length of my cock as it moved up
and down between her clutching thighs. The slit of her
pussy was dripping wet, the juices bathing my cock as
her lips kissed it.

"Are you gonna fuck me this time, Daddy?" she asked
excitedly. "Am I big enough now? Mommy said you
would, when I got bigger..."

"I don't think so, Punkin. At least, not today. Don't
you want to wait till Mommy's home and we can all be
together?"

"I wanna get fucked!" Madison chanted, clenching her
thighs around my dick, so tight it made me want to
squirt on the spot. "I wanna get fucked!! I wanna get
fucked!!!" Her voice became shriller and louder.

"Somebody here may have to go on Ritalin," a soft
amused voice said from not very far away. It was
Karen, of course, back from shopping. "Did you guys
start without Mommy?" she chided. She kicked off her
shoes and climbed up onto the hot tub platform, then
sat down on the ledge beside us, dangling her feet into
the water.

"I wanna get fucked!" Madison repeated, not as shrill
but just as insistent.

"Oh, go ahead, then," Karen conceded.

"Here?" I asked. "I always thought if we did it, it
would be on satin sheets, with some music and a lot of
candles..."

"_Now_ who's watching too many Lifetime movies?" Karen
laughed. "Honey, tell Daddy what Mommy caught you
doing the other day. With her vibrator."

"I was just playing," Madison said, frowning. I looked
at Karen.

"She had the D-I-L-D-O all the way up her P-U-S-S-Y,"
Karen smiled. "I don't think it was the first time,
either. And she kept saying, 'D-A-D-D-Y, F-U-C-K me
just like you F-U-C-K Mommy!"

"Did you really do that, Maddy?" I wondered, testing
her body heat with my fingers. My cock jabbed between
her clutching thighs. OK, the image _had_ turned me
on. A little. It's perfectly legal to be turned on by
your daughter. Ever since the 7-2 overturn in Jolie vs
Voight, it's been the law of the land.

"Well, I watched you fucking Mommy, and I wanted to do
it too, but Mommy said I wasn't ready, but I thought I
was, and so I just tried it..."

Elementary child psychology. When she thinks she's
ready for it, she _is_ ready. Obviously Karen and I
had been underestimating our daughter.

"Stand up, Punkin," I said, lifting Madison off her
thigh-clench on my prick. She seemed reluctant to let
go, so I gave her a little swat on the butt, and then
she stood. I pointed to my cock. "You think you're
ready for this?" She looked at it and nodded
vigorously, so excited she was jumping up and down.

"Straddle Daddy," Karen suggested. "Then just lower
yourself down till you feel his big thing. Oh, that's
good, Maddy! Yes, stroke it a little with your pussy.
Tease him. Mmm, yeah, make him _want_ to do it."

I'll be the first to admit that I did want to do it.

Sure, I fuck pre-teen pussies five days a week on the
job. It's what puts bread on our table and a Hummer in
the driveway. It's what pays for this house and this
hot tub and the plasma screen HDTV and the maid and the
gardeners and Maddy's private school tuition. Sometimes
it's good fucking -- well, it's almost always good
fucking -- but first and foremost it's a _job_.

Some guys unload container ships bringing goods from
China that used to be made in the USA. Some guys
leverage deals to have more of that stuff made in
China. Some guys stand behind a counter saying "You
want fries with that?" Those are jobs, too. Mine just
happens to be fucking cute little girls in front of a
camera and selling the results to a world that can't
get enough of it.

Right now, with my swollen cock gland being caressed
repeatedly by little kissing swishes of Maddy's slick
tight pussymouth, it really didn't feel like a job.
Because it wasn't. I did _want_ to do it, and I don't
think it was entirely just so I could teach my daughter
the facts of life the way God meant for them to be
learned -- at home, from Mom and Dad, not on the street
from strangers with twisted minds and sick ideas.

The thought of getting my dick into my daughter set the
blood bubbling in my veins, not least because she
seemed to want it so much, but I think I may have
wanted it even more.

Smooching wetly on my cock, the lips of her pussy felt
like Karen's, the first time I'd played with it. Just
as bald, just as wet, just as tight. Sometimes I think
I fell in love with Karen the day I fucked her for the
first PT Auditions tape, all those years ago.

And now here I was with Madison. How could the years
have added up so fucking fast? But my wife and I had
created a magical little being and now I was about to
find out exactly how good a job we'd done.

Karen reached underneath to help. Her fingers flared
Maddy's snug pussy crack, spreading it until our
daughter said "Oh!" in a surprised voice. With her
other hand, Karen moved the tip of my cock between
those little pink labes and into the sweet wet
tightness they had opened to reveal. I felt myself
going inside -- just a little, but just _enough_!

"Ohhh!" Maddy repeated, even more surprised. She
trembled, an inch of my cock inside her. Karen grabbed
her shoulders and held on for support. "It doesn't
feel like the D-I-L-D-O," Madison breathed, not even
trying to hide the fact that she could spell. The
little minx! Karen gasped, then giggled, just like the
little girl she used to be in PTHC videos.

I put my hands on her waist and moved upward, gently
but firmly, sliding my cock into her a fraction at a
time, always moving up, however. I was so hard my cock
ached, and she was so tight it was all I could do to
get inside her. Her pussy fit me like that glove did
O.J.

But the further I went into her, the more clear it was
that the dildo had preceded me, just like Karen said.
She was tight but she was pre-popped. I sighed,
perhaps a little disappointed that her hymen was not
intact. At least she hadn't thrown it away on some
low-life off the streets or the playgrounds.

"Ooohh, Daddy," Madison exhaled, all but an inch of my
cock up her pussy. There was no way to put any more of
it inside her. She was bug-eyed, breathing out frothy
drool, and her eyes just kept rolling over in their
sockets. If Karen hadn't been there holding her, I
think Maddy might have fallen over.

She was too tight to fuck properly. All I could really
do was help Karen hold her upright and just bathe my
cock in the excruciatingly snug wetness of her pussy.
I moved in shallow, half-inch thrusts. The friction
was nearly unbearable. My balls were the size of
watermelons. They clanged like gongs every time they
slapped together inside the sac. My cock worked
slowly, with tremendous effort, like a Hummer trying to
get out of a ten-foot mudhole.

Karen reached around to touch Maddy's clitoris. The
excitement surged within the little girl and her pussy
was so wet it was as if she was pissing down my cock.
Maybe she was. Even with all the lube I could barely
move inside her, but I tried to make the most of each
shallow push, each ebbing retraction, each fresh short
stroke up her sweet little cunt.

Madison squealed without warning and broke into
something like an epileptic seizure. I watched in awed
wonder as she experienced her very first real orgasm.
It's the kind of thing a father lives for. Karen kept
on rubbing our daughter's clit, and I struggled with
the rippled excitement of her churning pussy.

Suddenly my cock began to unload within Maddy. My
ejaculation seemed to have no end. Inside my ball sac
was pure agony, overstrained 'nads bursting their
contents into the hot tight excited glove that held my
dick a willing prisoner.

I wasn't worried about cream-pieing her. I'm tested
every week, just like everyone else in the biz, and I
have a _totally_ clear bill of health. And of course
there was no way she could get pregnant. It was just a
sweet, clean mutual release. I shuddered as my cock
unloaded and her snug little pussy filled and
overflowed with the first wad of my daughter's life.

There was no doubt, seeing the way she had orgasmed,
that I was _not_ gonna be the last guy to know the
sweetness of popping within her tight hole. I made a
mental note to start buying condoms for her. Not
everybody she might fuck will be as clean and safe as
Daddy.

Karen hugged us both as Maddy and I shared our ectsasy,
and I could tell from the trembling of her body that
Karen was coming too. Call me old-fashioned, but
that's the kind of family togetherness you can't buy in
a store. For a sweet moment I thought of Lewis Stone
and Mickey Rooney.

Afterward, Maddy lay down on the hot tub ledge to take
a nap. She'd really had a workout, and they tire so
easily at that age. She lay on her side, sucking her
thumb, snoring softly, while her pussy continued to
leak out the surplus of my cumload. Her knees were
drawn up to her chest, and the entire pretty picture
was on display. Karen snuggled against me, toying with
my wet sticky cock, and she just beamed as she looked
at our daughter's freshly-fucked crack.

We talked softly, so as not to wake up Maddy, and I
told her about the day's events -- how Chrissy had
fucked up Lolita Lust, then saved the day, then rammed
it up my own ass. She knew the biz and none of it
surprised her, not even the K-Y gag.

"The little cunt," she said. "But it's probably her
mother behind it all. The mothers are always the
worst. I should know."

True enough. Her own mom had been a lot like Lolita's
mother Janine, though she was not nearly as good a fuck
as Chrissy's mom turned out to be. And definitely not
as crafty as either -- she was just a pain in the ass
to deal with. We hadn't seen her in years. She was
living in a trailer somewhere in Utah -- endangering
the state's supply of cheap gin, I had no doubt. We
sent her a check every month but there was a
restraining order that prevented her from setting foot
in California again. Ever.

"I really think it's more Chrissy. Pam seemed just as
surprised to hear about it as I was."

"I say they're both in on it," Karen insisted. "You're
defending Pam because you got to fuck her. You fall in
love with everybody you fuck. And sometimes you let
people take advantage of you because of it. You're
just too good a person, Ray. You don't realize what
shits most people can be if you give them half a
chance."

I suppose she was right. Maybe I am a hopeless
romantic. It's still hard for me to believe that
somebody can fuck you like a teenage wet dream, then
turn around and shove it up your ass. If the truth was
to be known, Pam probably _had_ helped Chrissy with the
Krazy Glue substitution gag. I'm so used to seeing
only the good in people that I just didn't want to
believe it. But I had no choice.

And what else might the two of them come up with when
they were effectively my business partners at PTHC?
Maybe I should hire a bodyguard for myself. What were
the prospects they could even have me assassinated?
Last week I'd have said not a chance in hell. This
week -- who knows?

There seemed no doubt whatever that I would end up
giving them a piece of the company I had built with my
bare hands and dick, or else lose the hottest new porn
queen in years and see the company go straight down the
crapper. I sighed. Scylla and Charybdis. I was
fucked whichever way the tides drew me.

"Isn't she sweet like that?" Karen said, nodding at
Maddy, who sucked her thumb in the sleep of the
blessed. Starchy cum patches showed on the insides of
her thighs but the trickle from her crack had ceased,
though the hairless lips were still flushed and
swollen.

"She's beautiful," I agreed. "_All_ the time. Just
like her mother." I kissed my wife softly. "And
almost as good a fuck as you were at her age, too. By
the time she's twelve, she'll have left a trail of
broken hearts that could stretch from here to Phoenix."

Karen cupped my chin and looked intently at me, her
brown eyes almost afire. "You're gonna think this is
totally crazy," she told me, "but why couldn't _Maddy_
be your new star?"

I lifted my eyebrows. "Totally crazy" was a pretty
good description of my reaction to what she'd just
said. It was nutty.

"I'm serious," she went on. "She loves to fuck -- you
know that -- and she's really good at it, and she's as
adorable as a Labrador puppy."

"Like a Cabbage Patch Doll," I agreed, "but with
feelings..."

Karen nodded. "Exactly. Every guy who sees her will
fall in love with that darling little face. She has
personality, too. It was so cute and sassy, the way
she spelled D-I-L-D-O. Heck, I bet you could even
write that into a scene for her!"

You know, I thought, it's a crazy idea, but it just
_might_ work. I should call Schumann, get him busy on
a script. The spelling gag was perfect schtick; it
might even become her trademark. We could shoot it
over the weekend. By Monday afternoon, when editing
had a work print ready, we'd know where we stood.

Sure, I'm prejudiced, but she was easily as pretty as
Chrissy, though in a completely different way. Those
violet Liz Taylor eyes, for one thing. Maybe we'd
darken her hair, to play up the resemblance even more.

There hasn't been a sultry Anglo brunette lead in the
biz for a while -- just those Mexican girls that you
can't tell apart except for their tattoos -- and it's
possible the audience is starting to get tired of all
blondes, all the time. A change might be just the
ticket.

"But do you think she'd even want to?"

Karen shook her head, smiling as if to say, "Lord, what
fools these mortals be!"

I saw her point. "Most of the money would go into her
Harvard trust fund, of course."

"Of course," Karen agreed. "That's a no-brainer. But
there'll be some left over for her to spend foolishly.
You're only a kid once, and you really should make the
most of it. Preferably with money in your pocket."

It made sense. When did Karen _not_ make sense?
Sometimes I get so caught up in the artistic end of the
biz that I can't see the nuts and bolts reality. You
could say that I'm a dreamer, though I hope I'm not the
only one. But thank God I have someone who can help me
keep my feet on the ground while my head is in the
stars.

I rolled Karen over and kissed my way down her spine,
to the dolphin tat on her tailbone. "We'll get her one
of these," I said, licking across the long body of the
marine mammal. "Just like Mommy's."

My tongue moved south, into her butt crack, onto her
asshole -- still surprisingly tight after all these
years. Tasted good, too. I knew exactly what Mommy
and Daddy would be up to in a little while.

Suddenly my head jerked upward, a gasp on my lips.
Karen looked across her shoulder, eyebrows lifted, as
if I'd missed my cue and she was waiting for me to say
my line.

"_Holy shit_, I'm missing the obvious! Where is my
goddamned mind? She's the _daughter of fucking
Pollyanna Petite_, for Christ's sake! The next best
thing to having the ultimate porn goddess herself make
a comeback! There's never been a second generation
pre-teen star before. And this one is the daughter of
the queen herself. Oh my sweet Jesus -- those DVDs
will walk out of the store by themselves!"

"I wondered how long it would take you to think of that
angle," Karen smirked, yanking a little on my cock.

"We'll remake 'Little Miss Table Stakes' -- the one
where the daddy bets the daughter in a poker game with
all of his friends. It was one of your best. We can
get Ron, Randy, Herschel, F M, and all the guys back
together for it. What a debut vehicle that would be!
The boys will _have_ to wear rubbers, though."

"Yes, definitely with rubbers," Karen agreed. "And a
soap wrangler for Ron." Yeah. Right, as always.
"That was a really good movie, hon, but do you think
she can handle all the dialogue?"

"Your daughter? She can handle _anything_. Perfect
genes. But we still need a screen name. Not
Pollyanna. Something new ... special..."

"You'll think of one," Karen purred, stretching her
fingers as my cock began to grow inside them.

Maybe it was the way she pulled my meat, or maybe it
was just the excitement of knowing that I could still
save my business from the rapacious cunts who were
trying to fuck my ass. My prick surged with new life,
filling Karen's small hand, and I covered her eager
mouth with kisses while I moved my body between her
open, welcoming legs.

"Thank you, darling," I whispered, slipping inside her
pussy. "I think you've saved us. What would I ever do
without you? Baby, you're the greatest!"

Staring into her eyes, filling her cunt with my cock, I
knew that I had never loved Karen in my whole life as
much as I did at that very moment.

Madison sat up, yawning, stretching, rubbing her eyes.
I guess we must have been making a little bit of noise.
She looked at us, blinking until her eyes cleared, and
she giggled. "You're fucking Mommy again. But I
wanted you to read me my story." Her mouth curled
downward into a pout.

Hell, I'd read it so many times I knew it by heart. As
my cock continued to swivel in and out of Karen's cunt,
and without missing a stroke, I began, "Once upon a
time, in a kingdom far across the sea, at the back of
the North Wind, there lived a beautiful little
princess..."

Madison smiled, hearing the familiar words, and she
began to suck contentedly at her thumb. My little
princess. Princess. How could I have missed that one?
She was the daughter of the king and the queen, after
all!

Princess Petite. What a lovely, _perfect_ name!
Billed above the title, of course. You don't fuck
around with royalty.

Karen would _have_ to make a cameo -- handing the crown
over to the next generation, so to speak. She and I
would play the parents, just like in real life. I
could talk her into doing a sex scene with me for it,
too, even though she swore she was finished with the
biz and totally committed to the mommy track. Karen's
a trouper, too. She'll come through.

The nostalgic appeal alone should move 500,000 copies,
and if the quality was there -- by God I'd _see_ that
it was! -- every previous sales record in the industry
would be relegated to a footnote. In small print.

But just to be safe, I'd better get the lawyers busy
preparing to sue Chrissy Sweet's skanky little ass over
the first shooting date she missed. I would give her a
Tuesday call. She wouldn't show up, of course, and
then everything could get rolling.

We needed to stretch the litigation out as long as
possible. Miles of depositions. Every medical test
known to science. I didn't want a fast court date. I
wanted this to run on for months and months.

Pressure. Constant pressure. 7/24/365. Who knows,
Chrissy could flunk out of fourth grade and she might
even pop into puberty a little early, under all that
strain. It's happened before in the biz. Yeah. That
was an appealing idea.

I had a handball date with Peter Bart on Wednesday. It
wouldn't hurt to drop a hint that we had just gotten a
tip Chrissy Sweet might actually be a twenty-one
year-old midget and that we were cancelling all future
shoots with her until the question was settled
conclusively.

Not for attribution, of course, but it would make the
Thursday issue. And even a blind item in Variety would
put up a huge red flag to any bank that was thinking
about lending money for her production company.

Banked? She had it right all along. _Tanked_ was the
prospect for Chrissy Sweet! A star at nine, a has-been
before she was ten. She and her mom would be doing
two-fer tricks in Vegas by the end of the year, while
PTHC made entertainment history.

I'm not a vindictive guy, but it seemed like poetic
justice to me. There really is a broken heart for
every light on Broadway, and Chrissy Sweet was about to
learn just how true that old showbiz saying can be.

Chrissy could have had it all. But she wanted it all,
and she wanted it too fast. She tossed the dice, and
she rolled snake eyes. I'd miss her, but I'd have
missed my self-respect a lot more if I'd given in.

She should have been nicer to the people she met, going
up the ladder, because she would be meeting them all
again on her way back down.

Leonard Cohen used to say, "Everybody knows the game is
over, everybody knows the good guys lost." Well, maybe
_just this once_ the good guys were gonna win.

I swiveled my ass, rotating my stiff dick inside Karen.
She lifted her knees, pulled at my sides with them.
Her little fingers stroked my shoulders, my chest.
There were squishing sounds as I worked in and out of
her wet pussy.

"Daddyyyy..." Madison whined. "You're not telling me
my story!"

I groaned, thrust a few more times into Karen, and
returned to the tale I knew by heart.

"And the magic frog told the little princess, 'There's
only one way to save your father, the king, from the
evil witch. You must be very brave.' 'Oh, yes,' the
little princess replied, 'I'll do anything.' 'Very
well,' said the magic frog, 'first you must go to the
place at the edge of the world where the dragons live.'
'Dragons?' the little princess whispered. 'I'm afraid
of dragons.'"

"So am I," Madison said softly, the way she always does
at that part of the story.

"'Dragons can only hurt you if you let them,' the magic
frog told the princess. 'The question is really, do
you want to save the king or not?' 'Oh, yes, I do,' the
little princess said. 'And I'll do anything, no matter
how much it frightens me.'"

There was a soft echo, Madison's voice repeating the
familiar words of the legend, half a beat behind mine
as I spoke them. She didn't really need me to tell her
the story. She knew it by heart, too. But as I
repeated the tale, I couldn't help thinking how much it
reflected our own lives. Another brave little princess
was about to save a handsome king from an evil blonde
witch.

Now I knew exactly how this story would end -- the same
way it always ends in a fairy tale:

"And they all lived happily ever after." I couldn't
have said it better myself.

THE END