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 The Audition : (C) Hamilton Joyce

   Sam Silver opened the folder marked "Ayesha Pettegrew".

   Strange name, he thought, mixture of Asia and England.

   The one paragraph intro explained that.  Ayesha had been fostered and
then adopted by the Pettegrews...  he a salesman, she working in a
supermarket.  He had been killed in the Manton rail-crash in 2005.  The
single mother and her daughter may well have known hard times, he thought
as he turned to the more interesting parts of the girl's portfolio.

   Here were the usual half dozen studio photos, these showing a beautiful
Asian girl, dark complexioned, deep almost sultry eyes, and lips sensual
for a youngster.  Several photos from "pageants".  There usually were when
he was casting a teenage or pre-teengirl, and he never ceased to be amazed
that parents were willing to dress their pre-pubescent daughters as
twenty-year-old tarts.  And even more so that the law permitted that.

   Still.  it was good they did, as these little beauties were soooo sexy!

   He loaded the dvd into the player on his desk.  This was more relevant
as it showed her in a couple of recent tv ads she had done.  In the first
she was playing with a dog in the park, a huge creature almost as big as
herself.  She looked really cute in a tight white top with "Man's Best
Friend" across the front, and faded denim jeans.  He supposed the designer
of the ad had deliberately used the double-entendre of those words..... 
she could be my best friend any time, he thought.  The second, dated three
months ago, was more overtly sexy, an ad for a games console, the girl in
her cotton nightie playing a game and showing her long, slender legs as she
lay on her belly.

   Then there was a five minute clip of some modern dance: she was stunning
in her white leotard, and already a skilled and athletic dancer.

   He turned back to the portfolio and found she was enrolled at the
Stanley Grossman Comprehensive.....  a school well-known for its
specialisation in drama, music and dance.  When he auditioned teenagers of
both sexes several of them were always school-kids there.

   Promising!

   He picked up the phone: "Show Ayesha in please, Mary."



   Ayesha took a last look at herself in the mirror hanging helpfully in
the waiting room and followed the blonde lady along a corridor with signed
photos of film and tv stars on the walls.  As she stepped into the room the
door was closed behind her.

   "I'm Sam Silver.  Have you ever watched 'Homestead', Ayesha?"

   "A friend lent me a boxed set when I applied for this role, so I've seen
a dozen episodes."

   "Excellent!  You did well to do some homework.  You would be surprised
how many of the other hopefulls never even thought of that."

   Ayesha smiled at the praise, and Sam's heart throbbed at the beauty of
that smile, happy, open and above all innocent.

   "They are expanding the story line....  this is a secret by the way....
Donna and Steve have decided to foster-parent a boy or a girl as company
for Martin, Jerry and Daz."

   Ayesha was listening intently but could not help looking round the room
and studying Sam Silver.

   There was a video camera, a big, professional looking one on a strong
tripod: she guessed it was running by the red light on the front.  But the
large screen on the wall to her right was blank at the moment.
Behind his important looking desk her interviewer was a handsome guy,
she thought.  You would expect a small, dark-haired guy with a name like
that, but Mr Silver was tall, well-built and blonde with short, cropped
hair.  She guessed he was about forty as there was a touch of grey at his
side-burns.  He had one of those rugged, rectangular-almost faces, but with
a lovely smile showing shining white teeth, and a little tuft of blonde
hair under his bottom lip.  That would tickle if he kissed you, she

thought.

   But she would not mind if he did.  Andrea, in her dance class at school,
had told her that these casting directors for movies and tv often asked
girls to 'do little favours for them' and the girls who agreed got the
role, everything being equal.

   Ayesha desperately wanted the part and it was lucky, she thought, that
her casting director was a hunk!  She suspected she might even enjoy 'doing
little favours for him'.  As long as there was nothing gross....



   Half an hour later she had read four short pieces of script from the
soap, the formal part of the audition, and then sat on the couch opposite
the huge screen to watch the rushes beside the Casting director.

   Ayesha was pleased with the videos, confident she had done herself
justice whether she got the part or not.

   Sam Silver was pleased too: the girl could act, and without preparation
had managed to express the various emotions the scripts had suggested....
teenage anger, distress, happiness, puppy-love (!) And she was certainly
photogenic.  Now if only she would as well......

   "That was very good, Ayesha: you clearly are gifted and have been
well-taught to bring that talent out.  Now, the story line will need you to
wear a bikini sometimes.....  Homestead has a pool as you know.  Does that
give you or your mother any problems?  The other two girls I have
auditioned today both said they would rather not."

   "No, Mr Silver, no problem."

   "Sam!  I don't suppose we asked you to bring a bikini did we?"

   "No....  Sam."

   "That's a pity as we need some shots of you in a bikini."

   "You could film me in my bra and panties: they are almost a bikini!"

   "Good girl, That's a great idea."



   Sam Silver smiled as the girl stood up and had enough nous to stand in
line of the camera as she undid the buttons on her white blouse.  The
cotton had been tight enough across her chest to suggest her breasts were
already well formed and this was confirmed as her dazzling white satin and
lace bra was revealed.  The bra covered her breasts almost completely, but
nonetheless there was the hint of a cleavage.

   She smiled and Sam did not know that it was because she had seen his
involuntary gesture, licking his lips.  He had that look in his eye she had
recently seen from men when she and Andrea went to the Mall Saturday
mornings 'dressed to kill'.  He certainly liked what he saw!

   Her pleated tartan skirt was fixed by only one button and then velcro
tags, so that was off in a trice, and as she bent over to pick it up from
the floor she deliberately turned her bottom towards the camera and Sam,
rewarded by his gasp of pleasure.  Again she knew he liked what he saw. 
Perhaps he would want 'some little favours'...  well, he was sexy enough to
make that at least an interesting idea, perhaps more.

   She was glad she had worn her nearly-best lingerie, nearly-new and crisp
still.

   As for Sam, his cock had stiffened and was bulging a tent in his
tailored and sharp-creased cotton slacks.  The girl was stunning, from that
lovely face with its high cheekbones, dark, sultry eyes, and sensual lips,
to the long, slender legs and her tiny feet, still in her pink and silver
trainers.  Her hair had that silky, shiny fineness you sometimes found in
girls from the sub-continent and was worn in a pony tail, but long enough
to almost reach her left breast as it was flung forward over her shoulder.
Her breasts were half-hidden by the bra, but he could guess they were firm,
rounded, and small as he liked them.  She turned, posing for the camera,
and although her hips were not yet those of a woman, her bottom, white
satin stretched across it, was rounded and jutted sexily!  He loved his
girls slender, almost boyish in their hips flat and bellies.

   She turned to face him again, mouth and eyes smiling still, and he was
sure he could make out the faint outline of her 'camel toe' where the
crotch of her panties was pulled up tight to her sweet honey-pot.

   When he was auditioning boys he looked for slender, slightly effeminate
lads in their just-pre-teens, perhaps ten or eleven.  But with girls he did
like nice tits and a jutting arse, but still-boyish hips and slender limbs,
the sort of body you found in an athletic, fit twelve-year-old.

   When did he last have an Indian boy or girl?  An age, he thought.

   He watched as she took various poses, almost dancing sometimes.  Her
skin was not brown, not golden, somewhere in between but wholly delicious,
and so well set off by the contrast with her dazzling white underwear.  He
guessed her breasts had become more prominent in the few months since the
portfolio dvd.  He could not wait to see them, get his hands on them, lick
and kiss them....

   He smiled and blew her a kiss before beckoning her back to the couch and
patting the seat beside him.

   Ayesha was pleased by the extravagant gesture of the kiss and by his
obvious pleasure in her dancing and posing.  It was looking good.

   She sat down, his arm was around her shoulders, his hand resting on her
collar bone before slipping down and cupping her right breast, feeling it
warm through the satin.

   "You are really beautiful, Ayesha and especially your lovely
breasts....."

   "I think they are still too small....  but they get a bit bigger all the
time."

   "How old are you, Ayesha."

   "Twelve."

   She thought for a moment.  Perhaps that was too young for him!

   "Well, twelve and four months...."

   "Four months getting lovelier and lovelier all the time!  And I just
adore small, pert breasts, and so do a lot of our viewers.  They will love
you in a tight-fitting top or better still a bikini."

   Better and better, she thought.  He was talking now almost as if she had
the role.  He really was a nice man, and very sexy himself with that strong
body and gorgeous smile: she did not mind him feeling her breast through
her bra, and certainly would not mind 'Doing some favours' for him. 
Perhaps it would be a good idea to.....  Yes!

   "You can see my breasts if you want, Mr....  I mean Sam.  The clasp is
at the front of the bra."

   His eager fingers fumbled with the clasp till Ayesha giggled.  "Let
me...".  And the cups fell apart to reveal her beauty.  She shrugged the
flimsy straps off her shoulders and was careful to place her shining black
hair again so the tips of the pony tail nearly touched her naked breast.

   Sam Silver looked, entranced.  Her bosom would never agin look so sexy
he thought: at between twelve and thirteen the girl was just balls-achingly
perfect.  No longer tiny, but certainly still small, as he liked them, they
stood out from her chest with not the slightest suspicion of a sag-crease
below them, rounded to fill an old-fashioned champagne glass, nipples
seeming to pull the pert breasts apart and upward as if controlled with
invisible strings.  And the skin so silky smooth....

   He just had to!  He rested his face a moment on one breast, felling the
firmness and smoothness under his cheek, and then he licked.  Her aureoles
were still small, darker brown than the near-gold of her breast, but peaked
by erect little nipples.  He kissed one breast and then the other savouring
the moment his lips caressed usually hidden teenage flesh, and now closed
his mouth over one aureole, nibbling at the hard little nipple.

   Ayesha was astounded, lost in the new pleasure: it was as if her breast
was connected to her clitoris, the pleasure of his lips an her nipple
communicating immediately to the arousal of her pussy.  she would have
liked to finger her clitoris, but of course did not.  She knew why he left
that little tuft of hair on his lower lip....  her breast liked the feel of
it as he sucked it!

   And she did not need to, as the handsome man's hand which had been
caressing her firm, silky belly slipped under the waist-band of her
panties, feeling her mound, and then finding her crack and her clit.

   She had known Sam was aroused from the first moment his cock had
hardened, making a tent in his smart, well-fitting slacks.  He was feeling
her up, so she could feel his cock, just for a moment....

   Sam knew he would be having sex with this little angel: she would do
almost anything to get the contract and he now knew how willing she was,
despite her tender age.  Twelve, and very, very horny!  He had watched his
own hand rub her smooth, firm, so slightly rounded belly, and slide inside
the tight waist of those dazzling white satin and lace panties.  His
fingers told him she had some hair on her mons, not curly but even finer
than the glorious raven locks that framed her face.  Fingers down to
still-hairless labia, and when he parted them Hallelujah!  she was wet in
her slit, and her little nub was hard, aroused.

   The girl had fleetingly felt his cock through his trousers and he just
knew she would be curious for more, but first he would make her cum.  He
fingered her clitoris, pulling at it, pressing it, rubbing it.  Then with
his other hand down her panties as well he slipped a finger into her tight
little hole.  The vagina walls were smooth and gripped with the strong
muscles of a fit teenage girl.  No sign of a hymen!  Was she a virgin....
so many girls lost that impediment through masturbation, gymnastics,
sports, so many ways .....  or had some boy or man had her.  Who cared? 
she was a delight.  He sucked one nipple and then the other as he finger
fucked and stimulated her clitty to a lovely orgasm that he felt in her
hands gripping his arms and her cunt gripping his finger.

   "Nice?" he asked.

   "Oh, yes!  Lovely!  Do you want to see my pussy?"

   Without waiting for an answer, she pulled her panties down a bit, raised
her bum, pulled them over her thighs and down to her ankles, then kicking
them away.

   She had decided that she would grant Mr Silver any "little favours" he
wanted, whether or not it led to her getting the role.  He was so kind and
so very handsome.  But she also reckoned it would be much more likely she
got the part if she encouraged him.  She checked and found he was still
rock-hard when she gripped his cock, not letting go this time.

   Now the the girl was naked except for her little-girl trainers sam was
certain he had found a real gem.  She was lovely, and willing, and also a
talented actress and dancer.....  she could hardly fail to have a stunning
TV and film career.  As a horny little teenage girl the producers and
directors would all want a go at her, and later her beauty would only
mature and she would become a star.  of that he was sure.  And it would do
his own status no harm that Sam Silver was the guy who had found and
groomed this teenage angel.

   She had her hand again on his cock, but he paused a moment to study and
enjoy her naked pussy.  Her mound was lovely, rounded and prominent and
with just the lightest dusting of fine, black hair, not crisp curls, but
fine strands like the little Chinese girl he had enjoyed a year or two
back. Her labia were hairless, and plumped now from her recent orgasm,
shining with the juices of her arousal, just slightly open so her clit
peeped shyly out, still erect.  Lovely!

   He covered her hand holding his cock with his own hand.

   "Have you ever seen a hard cock, Ayesha?"

   "No."

   "Want to?"

   "Oh, yes please Sam!"

   He undid the button at his waist and put her hand om the tag of the zip.
He never wore under-pants on days when he was running auditions, and as she
slowly pulled the zip down her face in a strange mixture of excitement and
concentration, his cock just popped out, seven inches of hot, blue-veined
meat with a large purple helmet.  His parents had been religious and he was
circumcised.

   Ayesha held it, her small fingers now grasping the naked flesh.  It was
awesome, so big her fist would not close around its girth, and so alive she
could feel the pulse in it as it twitched sporadically.  Instinct took over
and she bent over it to kiss that flaring knob.  A drop of clear liquid
appeared in its eye.

   "That's nice, my little dark angel.  You would make me so happy if you
would close your lips around it...."

   She hesitated.  After all, he pissed through it, so how could she put it
in her mouth?  But she knew girls did from talk among older girls at
school, and they seemed to like it.  So why not?  If it was not nice she
could always stop....

   The knob stetched her jaw a bit, but it was ok once that was in: some of
the shaft followed.  That drop of liquid seemed to have no taste.  But
then, as he held her head between his hands and pushed it down onto his
crotch the knob touched her throat and she choked.  His hands slid through
her silky hair as she pulled bck, but that knob stayed in her mouth.

   "I'm a bit long for you, angel.  Just hold the base of my cock to
shorten it a bit and then suck again.  that was lovely...."

   She soon got the hang of it.  He liked her to bob up and down on it and
especially if she tickled the front of his cock with her tongue.  That made
him groan, but she knew it was a sound of pleasure not pain....  and he was
stroking her tits while she sucked, which was good too.  All these
"favours" were good she decided and sucked harder and faster.

   Soon Sam would have to decide whether to cum in her mouth or over her
face, and if in her mouth whether to warn her or not.....

   She decided for him by sliding her free hand under him and grasping the
skin of his ball-sack, pulling at it.  the sensuality of this and the
surprise that this innocent girl should do it un-asked was too much for the
man on the brink of coming, and he just spurted full in her mouth.

   Ayesha knew about sperm and semen of course: they had "done" sex
education a year ago in four terribly embarassing lessons at school, but
nothing had been said about cock-sucking, and nothing prepared her for the
quantity he squirted in at least three gushers.  Still it was ok....  no
taste really, but warm and somehow very silky-slippery in her mouth.  It
was difficult to swallow it, but she managed, to the obvious delight of her
new lover.

   "Oh!  You little darling!  You swallowed it all, every drop.  Now kiss
me..."

   He wanted her to kiss him on his lips.  So it was not disgusting at all
and he must like the feel of semen as well!  Ayesha decided she certainly
did.

   He pulled her over on top of him as they kissed, and she felt herself
enfolded in his arms, one resting on her back, the other moving and
caressing her buttocks.  His cock was still hard against her body, and her
clitty was tingling again as she felt his tongue exploring her mouth.  Why
should he have all the fun, she thought, and she forced her tongue past his
so she could penterate his mouth in return.

   "Now I'm going to show you something really special, Ayesha...."



   Sam made the moment last, fixing it in his memory alongside all the
other boys and girls he could recall.  His hands on her breasts he licked
her belly, then down to nuzzle her mound with its fine, black hair.

   Ayesha watched entranced as this big, important man knelt on the
wood-block floor between her open legs, his face just inches from her
pussy.

   Sam stroked her thighs: the skin was softer, even silkier than her
breasts as he kissed her there.  Her cunt-lips were just that bit plumper
now, and certainly slightly open, glistening with the slipperiness he knew
he wwould find within.  So with a thumb on each side of the crease he
opened them to revel the red flesh and the little nub of her clitoris.  he
nuzzled her there, breathing in the scent of an aroused teenage girl.  It
was heady stuff!

   And now the moment to remember!

   His wide-open mouth covering her whole cunt he licked along the length
of the inner flesh, holding her thighs one in each hand as he heard her
gasp of surprise and pleasure.

   How could he want to do this, Ayesha thought?  How could he want to lick
and kiss her wet and sticky pussy?

   And yet it was good, better than her fingers, better even than his
fingers had been.  Unthinking, she had her hands holding his head, the feel
of his short-cropped hair so unfamiliar and yet so sexy.  Now he was
licking all round her clitty, sometimes pulling at it with his lips,
sometimes pressing it with his tongue, always returning to those
figure-of-eights around it.

   She looked down at his strong shoulders, the swelling biceps in his arms
as he grasped her thighs, and as her orgasm was so sudden and powerful it
caught her by surprise, she clamped her thighs tight around Sam's head,
trapping it but not stopping that tongue....

   Sam with those delightful ear-muffs did not hear her shout of joy as she
came.

   His secretary, Mary, in the next room did and smiled.  It sounded as if
the girl would get the part!



   It took Ayesha a long moment to recover, but when she did Sam Silver was
sitting beside her again, fondling her breasts again.  He kissed her on her
lips and she could taste her pussy on his tongue.  It was nice: she
sometimes licked her fingers after masturbating.

   Now he was whispering in her ear.

   "I want to fuck you, Ayesha."

   She thought about this.  This was more than 'a little favour'.  But he
was nice, and it would happen one day, that was certain.  But his cock was
so big.

   "You don't have to say yes, Ayesha.  The other two girls would not let
me...."

   He was desperate to get her consent: he would not take her without that,
but at that moment he thought he wanted this young girl more than he had
ever wanted any other girl or boy.  He kissed her neck lightly, her golden
skin just as silky there.  He waited, silent.

   "Your cock is too big, Mr...  I mean Sam.  And i'm very small there. 
I'm only twelve."

   "Your vagina will stretch to take my cock, my angel: it's built that
way. And I'm not really big.  There are lots of men bigger ......  and lots
smaller too.  Mine is average.  I'll be gentle and you'll find it even
better than being sucked...."

   "All right.....  but stop if it hurts too much."



   He kissed her again, long and hard, and then lifted her up in his arms.
She had her arms around his neck as he carried her across the room.  It was
nice to feel his hand on her bottom as he supported her when he pushed the
door open with his bare foot.  There was not much in the room except a big
bed and mirrors.  On the walls and even in the ceiling.....she could see
herself, so brown and tiny, and him, so white and big and hairy, reflected
over and over again to infinity.

   And when he laid her on the bed she could see herself in the ceiling
mirror....  she still had her trainers on.

   That looked funny,and she giggled, removing some of the fear and
tension.

   Sam stood by the bed and watched as she took the pink and silver shoes
off, her bottom so lovely and roundedas she bent to unlace them.

   He quickly undressed...  just a matter of shirt, trousers and shoes.

   She looked at him, face serious, and he knew her gaze was focussed on
his hard cock, so rigid the helmet nearly touched his belly,

   A drop of precum ran down the shaft, and Ayesha thought it would be good
to suck him again, to handle his balls and let that shaft slide between her
lips.

   But if he wanted to fuck her, OK, especially as the other girls had said
no.  She just knew she would get the part if she showed him she was a good
fuck, gave him what he wanted.  And, after all, it was only natural.  that
was what girls had pussies and men had cocks for!

   So she opened her legs and smiled up at him as he climbed onto the tall
bed.

   He could see she was ready for him and he immediately lay on top of her,
finding her cunt with his cock held in his hand, wiping it up and down her
crease; with his pre-cum and her juices it would need no lube!

   He placed his knob exactly right he was sure, but when he pushed he felt
just the tip penetrate.  As usual with little girls and boys, his
wide-flaring knob was a bit big.

   She was tight, but it had gone up smaller ones than this, and less
excited ones too, so he knew it would.  There was no hymen!

   A harder shove with his hips and it was in.

   A little squeak from the girl, half muffled as her face was crushed
beneath his chest, but no cry of pain.

   He supported himself on his elbows as his shaft slid nicely up her till
his hips rested on hers.  Her vagina was gripping him, but it was not so
tight that he could not withdraw to push in again.  He did this half a
dozen times before asking.

   "OK?"

   "Mmmmm.  I think I'll like this."

   She had one hand on his chest, not holding him off, but combing her
fingers through his body-hair, the other had gripping his arm.  Her face
had a strange look of concentration....  He realised that, like himself,
the young girl was schooling herself to remember this first step into
adult-hood.

   He allowed himself to move a bit faster, harder, making sure his cock
raked across her clit by moving himself an inch or two up her body.

   Her legs closed around him, welcoming him.

   He looked down at her.  Her eyes were closed, but she was smiling.

   And now she had her arms around him too, actually pulling him down onto
her.  He could feel her small, firm breasts against him and then her hips
moving under him.

   She was rising an inch or so to meet each downward thrust.  He realised
he could make her cum......  if only he could stop himself from coming
first!

   He could not see her face as they were welded together in increasing
passion, but he could hear her little squeaks of pleasure, and then her cry
"Oh!  Yes!" and he knew she had orgasmed, even as he felt her vagina
tighten on his cock, relax, and tighten again as the spasms shook her body.
She opened her eyes and there in the overhead mirror was his broad back,
his hard little male bottom clenching and unclenching as he rammed his cock
in and out; She would never forget this moment.....

   He slowed, and then rested still.

   "Nice?"

   "Oh yes.  You said it would be and it was.  Better.  Best......"

   He pulled his cock out and she gave a little whimpered protest.

   He wanted that lovely little bottom.....

   "Kneel down, Ayesha, and we'll do it again...."



   Any doubts he might have had were dispelled when she flung her
pony-tailed hair over her shoulder, looked back at him over her other
shoulder, smiled and gave a sexy wiggle of her cute little arse.

   He was hard before, but her eagerness had made it like iron!  She may
have been virgin a scarce half-hour before, she may only have been twelve
('and four months' he remembered with a grin), but now she had felt a cock
up her, fucking and dragging its length backwards and forwards against her
clitty, stretching her vagina, and she wanted more.

   Her arse was beautiful, lighter brown than her thighs, rounded and
jutting, and so silky smooth.  He parted her buttocks.  one palm on each
cheek and there was her pretty little puckered anus, darker brown than the
crease that had hidden it.  It was tight closed.  It would be delightful to
take her up her bottom, he thought: that would be even more sensually tight
and gripping than her cunt had been.  Too soon!  He wanted wholly
consensual sex as he found that more satisfying than tears and screams.

   He would leave that to some other lucky fellow in the studios.... 
probably his colleague Milton Harmer the show's producer, or Just
conceivably it might be reserved for the Studio's CEO.

   Better to enjoy her sweet honeypot and leave her male virginity to when
her mother had signed the contract and the girl was completely hooked.  By
then she would be used to sex in all its other variations....  anal could
wait.

   That thought did not stop him planting a wet kiss on her anus and
briefly penetrating with his tongue.

   Ayesha was astounded: he must really like her to do that!  Amazing!  She
wriggled her bottom again: she wanted it nearly as much as he did.



   His fingers now into her crease he felt her cunt-lips from behind: no
doubt in his mind they were plumper now after a good sucking and thorough
fucking than they had been when he had first glimpsed them.  He was tempted
to suck her again but what he really wanted was....

   This!

   Ayesha gave that same little squeak, not quite a scream and not quite a
cry of joy, more surprise as his knob pushed past the cunt lips he had
opened with his fingers, past the inner lips, and into her cunt until his
hairy thighs rested on her smooth bottom.

   He wanted her to cum again, and guessed she would need her clitty
stimulated for that: it would be untouched by his cock in this position;
perhaps his balls would swing there when he really got going, but his
fingers were more certain.  So as he started to fuck with long, slow sweeps
he rubbed her clitoris, pressing it and pulling it too between finger and
thumb.  His other hand was stroking her buttocks, but, of course, he wanted
her tits again, so he reached and grasped one, squeezing it enough to make
her gasp again.

   Ayesha thought this is good, but he can do it harder....

   "Harder, Sam, faster!  I won't break...."

   "My randy little angel" he murmured as he speeded up, his thighs now
smacking into her buttocks.  She had to brace her arms as she knelt to stop
herself collapsing under his weight.

   Which would have been a pity because with his hand sqeezing her nipple
and stroking her breast, his fingers diddling her little button, his thighs
spanking her bum, and his cock ploughing her cunt, she knew she would
soon.....

   Jeez!  She was cumming!

   "I'm cumming!  Oh!  Fuck!  i'm cumming.  Harder......Yeeeessssss!"

   This time Sam did not hold back but allowed his cock to explode, pumping
gush after gush into her tight vagina.  He felt it grip, but also his cock
sliding in the extra lubricant of his spunk.

   Finally her wriggling spasms ceased, and so did the twitching of his
cock.  He pulled out, and a stream of his cum followed the cock out, all
over the satin bed-sheet.  He laughed.  He guessed he had shot a big load
and here was the evidence.

   He tipped her on her side and kissed her, hard.

   You're good at it, Ayesha.  In fact you're good at everything.  You've
got star quality and I'm sure you'll get the part, the contract, and be a
real hit.  At least I'm going to recommend you do, and they mostly listen
to me!

   'Oh, thank you Mr Silver....  I mean Sam."

   "I think I should thank you, sweetie .  But now we'd better clean up and
get decent before you leave.  I'll want you back here again eleven tomorrow
morning as we still need a vid of you in a bikini.....  You've got a nice
one?"

   "Yes!  It's white, shiny and very small.  I'll bring it."

   "Sounds ideal.  And tell your mother that if all goes well, we can have
lunch here with your mother, and then she shouldn't wait as the Producer
will want to see you, and probably the Company Chairman.  We'll phone your
mother when you've done and send you home by car.  If the part is finally
yours, the contract would be signed later in the week."

   "Will they want to.....  you know.....?"

   "I certainly will when I se you in your bikini, and I expect they will
too.  It's OK to say if you don't want that...."

   "Oh!  I want it allright!  It's the bestest.  I wish I'd known
before...."



   In the waiting room Mrs Pettegrew, blonde and overweight, lookked at her
watch.  Two hours....  that seemed promising.  Not one of those ten minutes
and 'Don't call us, we'll call you'.

   And, heaven knows they could use the money!

   Fuck!  she was dying for a ciggy.....

   Mary took the girl back to the waiting room, and Sam Silver sent a short
email to Milton: 'Found you a little angel, talented, and I promise you
well groomed after her few hours with her Uncle sam.  I'll send her up to
you tomorrow afternoon.  Suggest you keep your diary clear.  take it from
me, she's worth it!'