Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: SuperSarah
Title: Little Nancy's Big Break
Part: 1 of 2
Summary: Nancy (14) is thrilled to get an audition with theatre producer
Mike Butler.  She gets a lot more than she bargained for...
Keywords: Mf, 1st, oral, anal, nc*, reluc, real, true

   Ever since my first taste of the limelight, when I was cast as Mary in
the nativity play at my primary school, I had dreamed of becoming an
actress.  From the age of 9 all I wanted for Christmas or birthday presents
was to be taken to see a show in the West End, and especially musicals,
which were my favourite.  My dad always always used to encourage me to
follow my dreams, and bought me countless DVDs and sheet music books of the
latest musicals from Andrew Lloyd Webber to Broadway hits, Rogers and
Hammerstein and everything in between.  I was a committed member of my
local drama school on Saturdays, and was lucky to be cast in some great
roles in kids productions.  On my 10th birthday my dad took me to see a
professional singing teacher, and then paid for weekly singing lessons and
all my exam fees.  By the age of 12 I had already passed Grade 5 singing
and played the lead as Tracy Turnblad in my drama school's production of
'Hairspray'.  That role led to other acting opportunities, including being
spotted by a talent scout who invited me to join our local professional
theatre's youth company.  I had an acting CV as good as any girl my age,
and knew in my heart that I was destined to be on the professional stage
when I grew up.

   Three months before my 14th birthday my dad tragically died suddenly of
a heart attack and my world came crashing down.  My mum was sick with grief
for several weeks, and I was completely devastated.  Gone was not only my
lovely dad, but also the main supporter of my dream to pursue an acting
career.  Dad's death couldn't have come at a worse time, as this year was
really important for me to prepare for professional auditions and
(hopefully!) paid work after I turned 14.  Before he died, dad had been
researching agency contacts and opportunities for me to perform in
professional productions, and I was anxious that mum wouldn't have the same
enthusiasm or time to follow all this up properly.  I pestered her every
week to try and arrange these interviews and auditions for me, but as she
was so busy with work and so exhausted all the time greiving for dad, I
ended up doing a lot of the groundwork myself over the internet.

   I used to spend my evenings after school looking up agencies and drama
courses and workshops that might get me noticed by the right people, and
soon realised that there was a bewildering amount of options available for
people my age.  One Saturday at drama school we had a visit from two
ex-students who gave a talk about how to get ahead in the competitive world
of theatre, and the thing they recommended most strongly is that I should
get myself an agent who could find work and opportunities for me.  They
said the best agents were people who also had actually worked in the
theatre themselves, often as producers and directors, and that I would
basically be wasting my time (and money!) with anyone else.  It was great
to get the inside knowledge about all this, and that night when I got home
I started looking at agency websites with a more critical eye.

   Over the next six weeks I compiled a shortlist of agents with the right
sort of background, and showed this to mum a few weeks before my birthday.
All the agents I had selected charged a fee for the initial interview, and
those at the top of my list would cost up to £250 for the first stage
audition/interview.  Mum soon realised from my hopeful expression that this
was what I wanted for my birthday present, and burst into tears as she told
me that with dad gone there was no way she could afford this kind of
expenditure.  She said how sorry she was, but she only had her modest
income from her job at the supermarket, and I would just have to wait for
opportunities to come along that didn't cost an arm and a leg.  She told me
not to worry, I was a very talented actress and my time would come, but she
really couldn't justify spending that sort of money as things stood.  We
both went to bed feeling sad: mum because she felt she couldn't provide for
my needs, and me not just because I might not be able to follow my dreams,
but also because I'd thoughtlessly put my mum in such an awkward posiiton.

   When my 14th birthday came, my mum passed me a plain white envelope at
the breakfast table and wished me happy birthday.  Normally I'd have a few
presents to unwrap, but this year there was only this envelope.  I opened
it, wondering unhappily if finances were so bad that all she could afford
was a birthday card.  Inside there was a birthday card as I expected, but
inside that was a folded sheet of paper which I opened and my heart missed
a beat.  It was a letter on the personal headed notepaper of the legendary
Michael Butler, 'Theatrical Agent & Impressario', inviting me to an
audition at his private studio in Soho, in only two weeks' time!  Mike
Butler was an extremely well-connected agent, and had been the name at the
top of my list, and I couldn't believe that mum had somehow found the £250
fee to get me the appointment.  My eyes filled with tears of happiness and
I hugged mum so tight, thanking her from the bottom of my heart for the
amazing opportunity.  I asked her how she had found the money, and she
smiled at me and said that wasn't my concern, she was just glad if the
interview would give me the big break I always dreamed of.  I pressed her
about the money, and she admitted that she had sold some of grandma's
jewelry to raise the cash, but she gave me a reassuring hug and told me I
was not to worry about that...  my future was worth every penny.  It was
quite simply the best birthday present I'd ever had!

   For the next two weeks we thought about nothing else.  I had to prepare
two scenes from an unpublished script Mr Butler had sent along with the
letter, and memorise a short poem of my choice.  Mum and I rehearsed
everything over and over again until I was completely word perfect.  We
went shopping a week before and I got a haircut and mum bought me a new
leotard and dance shoes.  I spent ages in my room practising my stretches
and all the dance moves I had learned up to now, in preparation for the
dance audition.  Mum even paid for two extra singing lessons with my
teacher, who helped me polish my two best songs to near perfection in
readiness for my big day.  The night before my audition I went to bed with
my bag all packed, hardly able to sleep with nervous excitement.  I had a
strong feeling that tomorrow would be the first day of the rest of my life!


   On the Sunday mum drove me into London, down Oxford Street, through
Picadilly Circus and up into theatre land where I had seen so many shows
over the years with my dad.  We found the entrance to Mike Butler's studio,
an unremarkable door on a little side street near the market in Soho, with
a shiny brass plate which simply read 'Michael Butler Agency'.  Mum waited
in the car while I got out with all my things and rang the buzzer, my heart
beating so fast that I had to take a few deep breaths to steady myself. 
"Hello?", said a voice via the intercom; "It's Nancy Bates to see Mr
Butler", I replied.  "It's open, come on up, first floor", said the voice,
and I heard a buzzer as the door unlocked.  I turned to wave goodbye to
mum, took a deep breath, and went in.

   As the door swung shut behind me I found myself in a well-lit entrance
hall with stairs leading up to the first floor.  The walls were covered
with framed posters of some of the hit musicals Mike Butler had worked on
over a successful career spanning nearly thirty years, as well as a lot of
framed photos of some of the best-known musical theatre stars in the
business.  As I climed the stairs I realised I was walking on thick red
carpet, and smiled to myself at how appropriate that was...  this guy was
West End royalty after all!  I turned the corner at the top of the stairs
and there was another door with a knocker on it.  I waited a few moments
and then timidly knocked on the door, checking my hair and clothes in the
full-length mirror on the wall.  I told myself to smile and be confident
and be myself, and it would all work out OK, but I still felt sick with
nerves as I waited all alone quite literally on the threshold of my future.

   "Nancy, how lovely to see you, thank you for coming", said Mike as he
opened the door, smiling down at me and gesturing me to come inside.  He
ushered me into a very smart apartment entrance hall with more theatrical
artwork on the walls.  "Come through to the sitting room.  I'm just making
coffee, would you like some?".  I said yes please, white and no sugar, and
he nodded and pointed me along the corridor to the sitting room.  "Make
yourself at home, Nancy.  Take a seat and I'll be right with you", he
called from the kitchen.  I went into the luxuriously furnished sitting
room and sat down on one of two huge red leather sofas, clutching my bag
and marvelling at the expensive-looking rugs, antique tables and
bookshelves, and the most extravagant heavy velvet curtains I'd ever seen.
It was obviously the home of someone with a taste for the theatrical!  Mike
appeared a few moments later carrying a tray with a cafetiere and two cups,
put them down on the coffee table and sat down beside me on the sofa.  "Hi,
I'm Mike", he said.  "Do call me Mike, won't you?  'Mr Butler' is so formal
and it makes me feel so old", he laughed, shaking my hand and smiling at me
warmly.  I was grateful for his trying to put me at my ease with him, and
smiled back sweetly, trying to ignore the pounding of my nervous heart in
my chest!

   "So Nancy, you want to work in the West End?", he asked, pouring coffee
for us both.  "Yes sir...  I mean MIke, yes Mike", I blurted to my horror,
making a complete goof of myself right from the start.  He smiled at me,
patted my knee, handed me the cup of coffee and told me not to be nervous.
"Don't worry, I get a lot of girls here who are more nervous than you, I'm
sure.  I have a knack for people, I guess you could say I've made a career
out of it.  I can see beyond nerves, behind the mask, some say even into
the soul of an actor", he said, looking very intently into my eyes.  I felt
myself blushing and he laughed lightly and sat back with his coffee and
asked me to tell me about myself.

   I told him all about my acting experience, and about my singing exams
and my hopes for my career.  He listened intently and made notes on a
tablet, asking the occasional question to clarify a few minor details.  It
seemed like my entire lifetime as an actress up to that point flashed past
in a few short minutes, and when I'd finished I wondered whether I had done
enough to impress someone as experienced as the great Mike Butler.  Mike
however seemed pleased with everything I'd done, and smiled encouragingly
as he finished making his notes and flipped his tablet shut.  "OK well that
all sounds very good Nancy.  You've done quite a lot already for a girl of
14, and you're only 4'10" tall, right?  You're definitely the sort of
petite girl I'm looking at for a couple of projects coming up".  My heart
leapt at his words, and I couldn't stop a broad smile passing over my face.
"Right, well I suppose we'd better crack on with the audition stuff, if
that's alright with you", he said, getting up from the sofa.  "I trust
you've prepared all the material I sent you?".  I said yes, I had
everything ready, and stood up to follow him back to the hallway.  He
looked down at my T shirt, leggings and trainers and asked me if I'd
brought some other clothes to dance in and I said yes, showing him my
leotard and new dance shoes in my bag.  I followed him down the corridor to
the door at the end, and he led me into a large room with no windows which
he said was his home studio.  He put on some lights and sat down at the
grand piano and told me to get comfortable and read him my poem when I was
ready.

   The room was oddly furnished.  Apart from the grand piano there was a
black leather sofa and armchair, a coffee table with an antique telephone
on it, a massive desk, two free-standing tapestry screens, a number of
full-length mirrors and four large video cameras on tripods, one in each
corner.  Mike pointed to the video cameras and said he always filmed
auditions, for future reference and callbacks as required, and asked me if
I was OK being filmed.  I said yes of course and did what my drama teacher
had taught me and made a mental note not to look into any of the cameras
(as it makes you look a total newbie!).  I asked Mike where I should stand
to read my poem and he said I should wherever I wanted, just relax in the
space and make it my own.  I put my bag on the desk, took a few moments to
get my thoughts together, took up a position near the piano and began
reciting my poem.

   I had barely got through the second line of my poem when Mike held his
hand up and said stop.  I was mortified, having rehearsed it so carefully
over the past couple of weeks.  "Stop", he said, "you need to speak up
Nancy.  My microphones are pretty sensitive, but audiences aren't, so don't
be shy.  Let's try it again loud and proud".  I centred and started again,
bolder this time, not wanting to blow this audition at this early stage. 
This time I got to line four, and he stopped me again.  "There's no need to
shout, darling.  This isn't amateur dramatics or the school play.  And put
a little feeling into it, why don't you?  Again, from the top!".  I could
feel my cheeks flushing with embarrassment, and I knew I had to pull myself
together if I was going to have any chance at impressing Mike.  I composed
myself and started again, putting every ounce of feeling into it.  I can't
tell you how relieved I was when I got to the end and Mike clapped and told
me that wasn't half bad.

   "OK Nancy, so I sent you two scenes.  I'd like you to read the one from
Act 2.  I'll play Roger and you're Emily, we've just survived a mass
shooting and we're hiding together in a lift, OK?" I nodded and went
through my well-rehearsed checklist to get myself into character.  The
scene called for some quite intimate dialogue and a kiss, and I was a bit
nervous about how that would work out, but Mike was obviously eager to get
started, so I just threw caution to the wind and decided to play it as
realistically as I could.

   Mike had us standing behind the piano, and moved the two screens to make
a kind of makeshift lift, and we got straight into it.  The scene was going
well, and I knew the kiss was coming up very soon, and I felt so nervous.
Mike pulled me to him and we hugged and I tried not to show how awkward I
felt, and then he bent his head down to kiss me.  I assumed we wouldn't
actually touch lips, but as Mike's mouth met mine I realised that he was
expecting real passion.  I felt his tongue on my lips and just opened my
mouth and let him kiss me how he wanted.  It was the longest kiss of my
life so far!  His tongue swirled slowly and sensually in my mouth and I
felt my breath being taken away as Mike's mouth enveloped mine completely.
His arm was around my shoulders and he leaned me over backwards, holding me
totally securely in his strong arms and kissing me like a real Hollywood
star.  I felt so grown up right then!  I don't know how I managed to finish
the scene but I made it, and Mike broke character and said thanks, that was
mostly great, and now would I like to sit down.

   My heart was still fluttering slightly after the passionate kiss as Mike
sat down on the sofa next to me and put his hand on my knee.  He said my
acting was certainly good enough in the main, but there were one or two
things that I would need to work on if I was going to progress to the next
stage of auditions.  He said my body language had been a bit wooden, and,
there was no easy way to say it, was I a virgin?

   I blushed bright red at the question.  I had only ever had what was
basically accidental sex one time with an older boy in the changing rooms
at Saturday school, but I was not really what you would call a party girl.
I said I wasn't a virgin and he said "OK fair enough, I suppose you're just
a bit young for what I'm looking for".  I said I would work on my body
language, and could he give me some help with it maybe.  I tried not to
sound too desperate, but I could see that he was already mentally assigning
me to the disard pile because of my wooden performance.  "I'll do anything
to improve, Mike, I promise.  Just give me a chance?".  He looked at me
intently for a few moments and then stood up.

   "OK Nancy, if you want me to help you then we need to establish some
rules first.  Rule One: you do exactly as I say, right away, no backchat,
no arguments.  OK"?  "Yes OK of course yes thank you Mike!".  "Alright. 
Rule Two: you don't discuss any aspect of the training with anyone, and I
mean ANYONE.  I can't afford to have silly little girls giving away all my
trade secrets.  OK"?  "Yes Mike, I promise I can keep secrets, that's no
problem", I said, my heart lifting again with this second chance.  "Good,
and Rule Three: you are not to touch alcohol or drugs between sessions.  No
exceptions.  I will be checking up on you".  That one was easy, as I had
never actually tasted alcohol and I didn't know anyone who smoked weed or
did drugs or anything.  "Rule Three OK", I beamed at Mike, who seemed
satisfied and sat back down on the sofa next to me.  "What time is your
mother picking you up", he asked.  "You said 8pm, right", I said.  "Fine",
he said, "that gives us just over three hours then.  Now get undressed".

   He could see I was shocked, but a promise was a promise and a rule was a
rule, so I started taking off my jacket, wondering where he was going with
this.  "You can leave your underwear on", he said as he got up and started
playing a tune on the piano.  I felt so relieved about that and quickly
pulled off my T shirt and leggings and stood up to show him my body.  He
looked over from the piano and asked me what bra size I wore, and I replied
32B, looking down bashfully at my small chest in my best ivory bra.  I felt
so self-conscious standing there while he looked me over, but I put a brave
and confident face on it as best I could.  "Turn around", he said, watching
me as I did a graceful twirl like I'd learned in dance class.  "Good", he
said.  "You've got a nice little figure".  I smiled back at him hopefully
as he stood up and rummaged in a cupboard near the desk.  "Put these on",
he said as he tossed me a pile of clothes.  It was basically a cheerleader
outfit, similar to one I'd worn before at Saturday school, and I wasted no
time in climbing into the tight shorts and vest top, giving Mike a twirl
again when I was ready.

   "Can you do the splits", he asked, casually playing the piano again
while I nodded eagerly and did a couple of loose stretches before dropping
into a near-perfect split right next to the piano, with a big confdent grin
for my audience like I'd been taught.  "Good girl.  Nice to see someone
with decent flexibility at last", he nodded.  "Let's see you touch your
toes Nancy...  can you get your hands flat on the floor?" I stood up and
faced him and bent down and put my elbows on the floor, smiling up at him.
"Excellent", he beamed.  "You're quite the little athlete aren't you,
Nancy? Let's see how long you can hold that position...  counting ... 
now". I grinned and embraced the ache in my legs as Mike got up and walked
around keeping the count.  I knew I could hold that position as long as I
wanted, and felt really thrilled that at last something was going right for
me.

   Mike got to thirty and then stood behind me while I grinned up at him
from between my legs.  He moved closer and I was shocked when I felt his
hand smoothing the shorts over my bottom.  "Not a bad fit", he said,
pulling the shorts around a little to get them just where he wanted them. I
felt a bit exposed but wasn't going to forget Rule One in a hurry, so just
let him fiddle with the costume how he liked.  He patted my bottom and told
me I could relax now, that costume just wasn't right for me, let's try
another.

   He fished around in the cupboard again and brought out a ballerina
outfit.  I was already down to my underwear again when he threw it over to
me, and was dressed in less than a minute.  "It doesn't look right with the
trainers, babe", he said, "you'll have to put these on".  Over came a pair
of soft white ballet shoes, which I soon had strapped on correctly.  Time
to impress with my ballet moves, I thought, as I strutted about in my tutu
on point, watching Mike to see his reaction.  "So you've done some ballet
already, that's good", he said.  "Can I see you put your leg up the wall
over there...  keep it as straight as you can.  I want to check a couple of
things".  I danced over to the wall near the piano and kicked my little leg
above my head and inched towards the wall until I was almost doing a full
split.  Mike wheeled himself over to me on the piano stool and sat with his
back against the wall looking closely at how the tutu fitted me.  It felt
kind of intimate, but I kept my stage smile fixed as he adjusted the straps
around my shoulders and smoothed out the silky material over my tummy.  I
gasped when i felt his finger inside the gusset of the leotard, pulling the
material tight between my legs, then checking with his hands how it all
fitted over my bottom.

   I couldn't help blushing slightly when he straightened up and pulled on
the gusset again and I felt it snap back against my mound.  "No, it's just
not quite right", he said, looking a little disappointed.  "One last
option", he said, as he went to the cupboard again.  "I suppose this one
might just work...  let's see".  He brought over a pair of black shoes,
green kneelength socks, a dark green pleated skirt, white blouse with red
and yellow tie, and a green cardigan with what looked suspiciously like a
Hogwarts badge on it.  I was so excited as I shed the ballerina outfit and
put on the school uniform in no seconds flat while Mike watched me closely.
I knew he had been involved in making two of the Harry Potter movies... 
maybe this would be my big break!

   "Mmm.  Interesting", said Mike, standing back to take in the full effect
of my latest costume change.  "Very good Nancy.  Let's have you sitting on
the sofa, shall we, and if you'd like to pick up the telephone here and
let's say you're at boarding school phoning home to your mum, OK?".  I
grabbed the antique phone and went straight into a conversation with my
imaginary mum while Mike paced around me, looking at me from every angle. I
sat there looking just like Hermione Granger and discussing holiday plans
with my 'mum' as Mike stood in front of me stroking his chin.  I suppose
you could say that moment was the end of my childhood.

   I say that because the next thing that happened totally took me by
surprise, and changed my life forever.  I was holding the phone between my
knees and had the earpiece to my ear as Mike stood over me watching.  I
watched in disbelief as slowly, casually, like it was the most natural
thing in the world, he undid his trousers and let them fall to the floor.
My mouth fell open as I saw his adult cock right in front of me, looking
semi-hard and rather hairy.  He kept motioning to me to keep talking while
he stroked his dick and I stuttered and gasped my way through some
improvised lines.  "That's good Nancy", he said encouragingly, "keep
talking".  I did as I was told, unable to keep my eyes from watching as his
cock slowly thickened and engorged until he was stroking a stiff 7 inch
thick beast right over me as I sat on the sofa in my school uniform.

   "Let's pretend you're at school and you've been sexually assaulted by
one of the teachers in the changing rooms...  tell your mum all the gory
details, you're confused, scared, anxious about confronting the teacher,
not knowing where to turn...  you get the idea, babe?  OK.  Go!" I tried to
put the heavy irony to the back of my mind and went into a weepy tale about
how Professor Lockhart has touched me and I don't know what to do.  "Mmm",
he murmured, "that's very good Nancy.  Now suck my cock".

   He could sense my hesitation and quickly reminded me that Rule One
applied here, and I'd better get on with it or it would look bad on my
video.  I frowned and considered my options for five seconds but didn't
like the look of the alternative at all, so with heavy heart I sat forward
on the sofa and let Mike Butler put his cock in my mouth.

   I had never tasted cock before and I wasn't surprised that I didn't like
it much.  After the initial dip between my lips he pulled his dick out and
wiped it all over my face, smearing my saliva and some ooze from his tip
onto my cheeks and forehead.  "Suck it Nancy", he urged, "that's a good
girl".  He pressed his bulbous tip against my lips until I reluctantly
opened them again and felt his helmet slide across my tongue.  "This your
first cock, honey?", he enquired.  I looked up at him nodded meekly with
his cock still in my mouth...  I felt so dirty and bad and I didn't know
what to do.  "Thought so", he smiled.  "Just relax and we can take it easy
to start, warm you up to it a little bit, eh?" He stroked my head as he
slowly let his dick slide in and out of my mouth.  "Try sucking a little
harder, sweetheart, get it nice and hard for Uncle Mike".  I pursed my lips
for better suction and looked up at Mike for a signal that I was doing it
right, but he wasn't even looking at me...  he had his eyes closed with my
head in both hands as he slowly fucked my little mouth.

   This had been going on for only a few minutes when Mike looked down at
me and asked me how I liked sucking a grown man's dick.  Did I think it was
pretty big?  Was I ready to take a little more, and be a bit more of a
grown-up girl for Uncle Mike?  I guessed I wasn't really going to have a
say in it, and just nodded slightly as his cock pulled out of my mouth and
he smeared juices all over my blushing face again.  I didn't see what else
I could do.

   "OK so this next one is called deepthroat, and it doesn't take a genius
to work out what's involved, right?" said Mike as he helped me take off the
cardigan and the tie and blouse.  "Want to whip off your bra there as well,
honey, as it's just going to get in the way, alright?".  I have always been
really shy about my breasts, but there didn't seem much point being
embarrassed at this point, so I quickly unclipped and shrugged off my bra
and sat there topless almost without blushing.  Mike bent down and cupped
my small breasts in his big hands, and I felt a tingle in my tummy as he
teased and flicked my little nipples before standing up again and steering
his cock back towards my mouth.  "Don't worry, I won't hurt you", he said,
as his cock sank between my lips for the hundredth time.

   It turned out that deepthroat wasn't as difficult as I feared.  Mike
pushed his cock in firmly, all the way to the back of my throat.  I choked
and coughed and spluttered a bit at first as I felt his tip nudging against
my tonsils, but after a few attempts he was able to sink it a little deeper
until I could feel his hard cock bulging in my throat and his hairy balls
pressing against my chin.  He held his cock deep inside me for a moment and
then pulled out fast and watched me gasp for breath.  "Mmm that's good
Nancy.  I think we may have found something you're actually good at here.
Now, again!" I opened my mouth and he planted his cock deep in my throat in
one firm thrust and held it a little longer this time until I was gagging
and desperate to breathe.  "Good girl", he praised me as he withdrew his
cock and I coughed and caught my breath.  "On second thoughts I think it
was better with the blouse on", he said.  "Would you, honey, please?  And
leave the buttons undone now, your tits are a nice little bonus".  I felt
so out of my depth as I put the blouse back on, hoping that if I could just
keep to the Rules I would come out on top by 8pm, more than two hours away.
"I think you should get on your knees and show me what a slutty little girl
you can be, Nancy.  Do it now.  That's right.  Cup your breasts for me,
honey.  Show me what you got there.  Mmm lovely little Nancy.  Open your
mouth darling, it's cock time.  Let's do this".  I knelt on the rug holding
up my little boobs as Mike towered over me and slapped his hard adult cock
in my face.

   "I think it's time we had a little acting lesson, don't you Nancy", he
asked, wiping his dick around my trembling lips.  I nodded meekly,
wondering what on earth he could have in mind for me.  "Alright, well this
is the six-million-dollar question honey.  It all boils down to acting
skill when the chips are down.  Have you got it or have you not?".  I
looked up at Mike, determined to pass whatever acting test he threw at me.
My heart sank when he told me what it was.  "Can you convince me and the
cameras that you are a little slut having the time of your life?  Let's
see, shall we?".

   He put his hands on both sides of my head and grabbed two handfuls of
hair, then pulled my face towards his big erect cock, sighing as he sank
between my open lips again.  "You have a sweet little mouth Nancy", he
purred as he slowly forced me to take his thick cock all the way down my
throat.  "You love sucking Uncle Mike, don't you?".  I looked up at him and
nodded enthusiastically, doing my best to establish the slutty character
that he required.  He told me to cup his balls in one hand and grip his
thick shaft with the other, showing me how to wank him into my mouth so
that I looked more eager.  "That's good Nancy.  You're are real natural at
all this", he said as he pulled away looking pleased with me.  Encouraged,
I said in as sultry a voice as I could manage, "come here with your big
cock Uncle Mike, I want to feel you in my throat again, you stud".  He
smiled down at me and put his hands behind my head and thumped his cock
into my mouth and held his balls against my chin until I thought I would
pass out.  "Good girl, Nancy".  When he eventually released me, I coughed
and gasped and he told me I was a fast learner and my mum should be really
proud of me.

   He stood back to look at me again, and then told me to stand up.  He led
me over to the middle of the room and told me to sit up on the desk while
he pulled up the piano stool and sat in front of me.  He pulled my socks
smartly up to my knees and put his hands on my bare thighs, inching up
under the skirt while he stared at my exposed breasts.  I felt very tingly
all over my tummy and between my legs as he stroked between my legs through
my panties.  I couldn't think of anything to say, but kept moaning and
saying yes yes yes so that he knew I was trying to keep in character. 
"These panties are very nice Nancy, but they're not part of the costume. 
I'm afraid they're going to have to come off", he said as he reached behind
me and gripped the waistband of my knickers in both hands.  I gasped when
he suddenly tugged hard on the waistband and lifted myself off the desk
slightly so he could pull them over my bottom and down over my knees.  He
threw my panties on the floor and told me to lie back, pulling my bottom to
the edge of the desk as I leaned back on my elbows.  He slowly lifted my
skirt up over my tummy and drew his stool closer so that his head was
between my thighs.  I could feel his breath on my exposed mound, and
genuinely felt aroused as he started to kiss my smooth thighs, his hot lips
moving closer and closer to my private parts.  "I suppose you've never had
a guy do this either, then, Nancy?", he asked, looking up at me biting my
bottom lip as his tongue flicked around my slit.  I shook my head shyly as
I felt him open my legs wider and then plant his mouth on my mound as my
eyes rolled up into my head.

   My pretend moans were soon replaced with real ones as Mike's expert
tongue flashed all over my mound, circling my tiny rosebud gorgeously and
licking wetly at my pussy entrance.  The more I sighed and moaned, the more
he warmed to his task, and I could feel a knot of tension tightening in my
tummy as he pleasured my body like I'd never felt before.  "Such a sweet
little pussy, Nancy", he murmured, "I do like a nice fresh piece of teenage
cunt".  I was more panting than sighing now, with my hand in Mike's hair,
holding his face gently against my mound as he licked and slurped between
my legs.  My moans were getting to be more like groans and growls as he
gradually worked his tongue into my tiny hole and then licked deliciously
slowly all the way up to my clitoris and wiggled it side to side so fast
that I cried out in ecstasy.  "That's it baby, you're making some good
convincing sounds now.  Are you sure you've not done this before?!".  He
grinned up at me from between my legs, and I smiled weakly back at him,
barely able to contain the all the butterflies and erotic sensatiions he
had produced in my young body.

   As I lay there on the desk, breathing hard and enjoying the fuzzy
tingles which were spreading out all over my tummy, Mike stood up between
my legs and I felt him tapping his hard cock on my mound.  He smiled at me
as he leaned over me to kiss my breasts, taking them in both hands and
squeezing and softly teasing my nipples until they were poking up hard and
pink for his sexy tongue and lips.  He said I'd passed the acting test with
flying colours, and I could relax now.  I felt so relieved and happy!  He
said there were just a couple more things that he needed to check, but that
he was generally pretty pleased with me and thought it very likely he could
recommend me for a second audition for a movie project at a studio in
Elstree.  His warm hand cupped my mound and I felt him circling his little
finger around my juicy hole as he told me he couldn't reveal what the movie
was, but that it was something that I was almost certainly already familiar
with.  "Is it another Harry Potter movie", I asked excitedly, leaning
myself up on my elbows.  He smiled at me and said, "I really can't say,
Nancy.  You just have to trust me.  You DO trust me, don't you
sweetheart?". "Yes of course I do, Mike", I replied immediately, "I trust
you completely".  "That's a good girl", he said, as he held his little
finger right on my entrance.  "Lie back then, baby, and let's see what you
can do".

   I lay back and closed my eyes as I felt his finger push ever so slowly
at my pussy entrance.  He had one hand still massaging my breasts, while
his finger slid easily inside me until I could feel his knuckles against my
lips.  "You like that, honey?", he asked, as he slowly pushed and pulled
his finger in and out of my tight hole.  "Oh god yes", I whispered back at
him, "that feels so nice.  Please don't stop".  He replaced his little
finger with his middle finger, and I felt my back arching involuntarily as
he curled it up into my pussy and pressed on my clitoris with his thumb. 
"You've certainly got a lovely tight little pussy, in fact one of the
tightest and prettiest I've ever seen", he said, gently tweaking my left
nipple playfully.  "So many girls your age these days aren't so careful
with their bodies.  It's really nice to meet a young actress who looks
after herself properly, and you're very lucky to have hardly any pubic
hair. I think you deserve top marks here", he said, patting my pussy
lightly.  I felt so happy to receive such huge compliments from a real
expert like Mike Butler, and lay there on his desk enjoying the sensation
of his gentle finger lazily easing in and out of my tingling vagina.

   Then Mike withdrew his finger from my aching pussy, move his hips closer
to mine, and I felt him lay his big hard cock on my mound.  He said the
next part of the audition wasn't compulsory, and that I only needed to do
it if I wanted to be considered for certain roles.  He explained that it
would involve us having full sex, but that I didn't need to worry if I
wasn't up for it, as he could still consider me for some minor youth
theatre projects if that's what I would prefer.  The feeling of his big
adult dick lying across my groin was making me so horny, and it didn't take
me more than a few seconds to make my decision.  "I want to go all the way,
Mike", I whispered, reaching for his hand and placing it on my breast. 
"I'll do whatever it takes to get the best opportunities.  Theatre means
EVERYTHING to me".  Mike smiled and squeezed my breast.  "You're a clever
little girl, Nancy.  You won't regret it, I promise you".

   He leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips, his hands catching my
legs under my knees and lifting them up until my knees were on my chest. 
My pussy felt very exposed, and I shuddered with arousal as I felt Mike's
fat tip slipping up and down my slit.  I could feel myself leaking love
juice as he fingered me again, this time with two fingers slowly stretching
my tiny hole until I groaned with lust.  "I can't promise that this won't
hurt, baby, but try to relax and keep a brave face for the camera, OK?", he
said, as his rigid fingers moved in and out more quickly now, working up a
sexy rhythm in my boiling young cunt.  "It's likely to feel very tight at
the beginning, but give it a little time and we'll soon have you nicely
loosened up and enjoying yourself", he reassured me, as he withdrew his
fingers and I felt him plant his bulbous helmet right on my entrance. 
"Take a deep breath, sweetie", he whispered, and I closed my eyes waiting
for the intense moment of penetration which I knew was coming soon.

   It did feel very tight indeed.  As Mike leaned his hips up at me, his
thick tip pressed into my hole and I whimpered softly as his cock began to
stretch me open.  He held me under my knees and grunted quietly with each
gentle thrust, working his big cock into my young pussy exquisitely slowly.
It seemed to take a few minutes before he had his bulging helmet buried
inside me, and I could feel my pussy gushing with love juices that my body
laid out for his cock like a red carpet.  "Jesus you are fucking tight,
Nancy", he said admiringly, as he moved his hands to my hips and pulled me
towards him so that my bottom was over the edge of the desk.  I felt so
full of his thick cock, and the knot in my tummy was tightening with each
movement of his hips.  "Tell me how it feels", he asked.  "It feels
amazing", I said happily, "so big and hard and sexy.  I love it.  Fuck me
Mike.  Push it all the way in.  Take me, have me, fill me, please, please".
He tightened his grip on my hips and I felt him thrusting harder now, his
cock straining to enter my pussy more fully with each mindblowing stroke.
It wasn't long before I could feel his balls pressing against my bottom,
and he sighed deeply and I knew he was all the way in at last.  "Good girl,
Nancy", he said, as his cock pulled nearly all the way out of me and then
slammed back in to the hilt so hard that I felt the jolt in my tummy.  I
felt totally opened, and it felt wonderful.

   I looked up adoringly at Mike as he began to hump my little pussy harder
and faster, making me moan and then cry out and finally scream as he
masterfully taught my inexperienced pussy its true purpose.  The knot in my
tummy was almost painful now, and I think he could sense that I was close
to orgasm.  He slowed his pace and i felt his thumb pressing on my clitoris
again, lightly rubbing all around it until I was arching my back and
yelling for him to let me cum with his cock still inside me.  Suddenly I
felt the knot snap in my tummy, and my pussy erupted into powerful
convulsions, squeezing his big cock with strong muscular pulses and
shooting bolts of electricity all over my glowing body.  Mike held his cock
balls deep in my cunt as I orgasmed, his face a picture of delight as he
felt my violent contractions all around his dick.  "Mmm fuck, baby, you
have the most perfect little cunt", he groaned, as my climax subsided and I
lay there with his big dick basking in the afterglow and aftershocks of my
very first orgasm.

   I was surprised when he slowly dragged his cock from my glove-like pussy
and sat down on the stool gazing intently at me.  I sat up, feeling between
my legs with my hands and noticing how different it felt down there after
Mike's hard deep fucking.  As I got my breath back I asked him whether I
had passed the audition, desperate to hear from him that all my effort and
sacrifice had paid off.  He looked up at me and smiled and said that I was
certainly a very good prospect, but there was just one more acting task to
complete, and then it would probably be time to meet my mum.  He told me to
put the school uniform back on properly and make myself look presentable,
wrapped a dressing gown around himself and sat down on the sofa while he
made some notes.  He picked up his tablet and typed while I put my panties
on, pulled up my socks, smoothed down my skirt, buttoned up the blouse,
tied the tie in the mirror, and slipped back into the Hogwarts cardigan.  I
got my hairbrush out of my bag and tidied up my hair, then sat back down on
the sofa next to Mike, eagerly awating my final instructions.

   He finished typing and put down his tablet and turned to me looking very
serious.  "Have you ever been naughty at school, Nancy?", he asked, gazing
down at me looking all prim and proper beside him.  "Not really", I said.
"I got a detention once for getting caught in the music practice rooms when
I was supposed to be in a chemistry lesson, but nothing serious, no. 
Why?". He smiled at me and explained that one of the projects he was
considering me for involved scenes set in a boarding school, where
punishments were routinely much more serious that a simple detention.  He
wasn't sure whether I would be suitable for the role, and was reluctant to
put anyone forward for the part if there was a chance they would not be
mature enough to deal with some quite grown-up themes.  He said that in
many ways I was absolutely perfect for the part he was thinking of for me,
but that his co-producers might take some persuading to let me even
audition for it, as the role had always been played by a much older girl in
previous productions.  My heart sang as he told me all this, as I knew this
meant I was now in with a real chance of something truly awesome.  I
quickly tried to reassure him about how mature I could be, how I could
handle any theme he threw at me, and I promised to work harder than any
older girl because this could be my ticket to the big time.  Mike said he
thought I was a super girl, and supposed that there was a chance he could
persuade the producers about me, so long as I came across well on the
video. I pleaded with him to let me try for the part, and beamed
ecstatically from ear to ear when he eventually agreed to put me through my
paces in the remaining hour before mum picked me up at 8pm.

   "Alright then little Nancy", he said, standing up and helping me to my
feet.  "Here's the scene: you have been caught defacing the school chapel
with graffiti, and are waiting outside the headmaster's study.  You can
wait on the sofa while I set things up around the desk.  I'm the
headmaster, obviously, and you must call me 'sir' at all times.  Your
character is normally a very good girl, and you are unreservedly sorry for
your wrongdoing.  You must accept without question any punishment the
headmaster dishes out, and thank him when he is finished with you.  Is that
all clear?".  Although I thought it sounded a pretty scenario, and wondered
vaguely what these 'punishments' could be, I nodded eagerly and said yes I
understood everything completely.  As Mike repositioned the screens to make
a kind of study around the 'headmaster's desk', I squared my shoulders and
throught myself into my new character.  Then Mike sat down at the desk and
shouted "come in", so I got up and timidly went through the screens and
stood in front of his desk.

   "Nancy Bates is it?", he barked, getting up from behind the desk. 
"You'd better come in.  I understand that you have seen fit to deface our
ancient school chapel with obscene graffiti.  What have you to say for
yourself?".  I managed to make myself blush, looked at my feet and held my
hands in front of me nervously.  "I'm so sorry sir, I don't know what came
over me.  I promise it won't happen again".  The headmaster walked around
behind me and hissed in my ear, "it's all very well being sorry now, young
lady, but I'm afaid it's rather too late for that.  You must be punished,
and severely.  We will not tolerate this sort of behaviour at St Michael's
College.  I'm going to have to ask you to bend over my desk right now, and
we will see what punishment will fit this heinous crime".  I put my elbows
on the desk so that my tummy was resting on the leather surface, and
watched the headmaster as he opened one of his desk drawers and pulled out
a brown leather slipper.  He walked back around behind me and I felt him
lift up my skirt over my hips.  "Tut tut", he said, slipping his fingers
under the elasticated leg of my panties, "these are not school uniform
underwear young lady.  An extra six of the best just for that.  It's for
your own good".  With that he gripped the waistband of my knickers with
both hands and roughly tugged them down to my knees in one swift movement.
I felt cool air on my bottom, and couldn't help feeling aroused again as I
sensed Mike was planning some more sexual play.

   "This is the first time you have been called to see me, is it not,
Nancy?", demanded the headmaster.  "Yes sir, I'm so sorry sir", I
stuttered, doing my best to keep in character.  "From the look of your
bottom I'd say you are normally a very good girl, am I right?", he quizzed,
cupping my bare cheeks in both hands and squeezing and massaging my pert
little bottom firmly.  "Yes sir, it's my first time.  I promise I'll be a
good girl.  Please don't punish me", I pleaded, looking up at him fearfully
over my shoulder, but not being able to help myself leaning back slightly
into his firm hands as he spread my cheeks and gently stroked my still-damp
pussy.

   Although I was expecting it, the slipper was still a considerable shock
when the headmaster administered six swift strokes across my exposed
bottom. I cried out as the stinging pain spread over my cheeks and I felt
the little knot start up again in my tummy.  "That was just for your
contraband panties, missy", he snarled.  "This is the punishment you were
sent here for".  I braced myself and moaned helplessly as he unleashed a
savage battery of slipper strokes all over my bum cheeks and bare thighs. I
whimpered and groaned as the six-minute onslaught continued, a fierce heat
building up in my ass.  I reached out for the edge of the desk and gripped
it tightly as he spanked my little bottom sore, wincing as the pain became
too much and I felt tears streaming down my cheeks.  "What do you say,
young lady?", he demanded as he stood back to admire his handiwork.  "Thank
you sir", I blurted weakly through my tears, feeling like my bottom must be
glowing bright red, "thank you for disciplining me sir".

   He stood over me, resting the slipper on the desk beside me, and I felt
the tingling pain spread all over my back and legs.  "So you're sorry for
what you've done, are you, Nancy", he challenged me angrily.  "Yes sir, I'm
sorry, I promise it won't happen again", I sobbed, genuinely hoping it was
over now.  "Well in that case, would you mind telling my why you are so wet
just here, Miss Bates?", he sneered, cupping my dripping mound with his
hand.  "In my experience, girls who get wet like you when I punish them
aren't sorry at all", he said.  "I think we will have to take alternative
steps to make sure you are properly sorry, little madam".  I looked back
over my shoulder and saw him open his robe.  His strong hands parted my
stinging cheeks and I felt his erect cock nudging against my drooling pussy
entrance again.  I gasped when without warning he speared my little pussy
with his big cock, slamming in balls deep in the first stroke.  He held me
there for a moment, and then pulled out slowly, rubbing his tip all around
my wetness as he withdrew and laid his thick cock along the cleft of my
buttocks.  "I don't think I've ever encountered a more wickedly unrepentant
little girl than you, Nancy Bates", he snarled.  "I don't often have to
resort to this sort of punishment, but in your case I think it is clearly
called for.  Now just remember, this is for your own good, and it's going
to hurt me as much as it hurts you, you little she-devil".

   Only at the very last moment did I realise what he was going to do.  I
screamed as he positioned his thick helmet at the entrance of my bumhole
and roughtly pressed into me until his head popped into my virgin ass. 
"We'll see how sorry you are after this, young lady", he sneered, as he
started to force his fat cock deeper and deeper into my astonished bumhole,
with my own pussy juices as the only lubricant.  His cock felt so big in my
tiny ass, and I felt the knot in my tummy tighten massively as he thrust
hard and hot into my inexperienced hole, gripping my slim hips hard in both
hands as he tugged my petite frame onto his rampaging cock.  I knew I was
screaming for him to stop but I didn't really want him to...  my back
passage felt so wonderfully full and stretched as he humped my bottom
brutally hard and fast.  His big hairy balls slapped rhythmically against
my mound and I felt myself cumming again as he sank his cock in to the
hilt. "Mmm oh god yes", he gasped, feeling my violent orgasm overtake me.
"Get on your knees, Nancy, quickly, for the camera".  His gorgeous cock
withdrew from my bottom and he pulled me to my knees in front of him. 
"Open your mouth honey", he panted, "take Uncle Mike's big load in your
mouth".  I looked up at him as he wanked his slippery cock in my face, and
then groaned loudly as it twitched and suddenly exploded fountains of cum
all over my face.  I opened my mouth and caught several ropes of thick
white cum, the rest splashing on my cheeks and chin.  He must have spurted
at least twelve times, and I felt totally covered and drowned in his spunk.
When his cock had finished twitching he lowered it into my mouth for me to
suck and lick clean, then he stood up straight and sat back down on the
sofa, wrapping his robe around him again.  I felt totally used, and had
never felt so horny in my life!

   "You'd better get yourself cleaned up and dressed in your home clothes",
he said after a few moments.  "The bathroom is the first door on the left.
Best be quick about it, your mum will be here in ten minutes".  I gathered
up my own clothes and bag, found the bathroom and cleaned up as best I
could.  As I wiped the cum off my face I heard the buzzer and Mike
answering it, telling mum that I'd be down in a moment.  I dressed
hurriedly and came out of the bathroom looking reasonably presentable. 
Mike was waiting at the door, looking quite a bit older than when I had
arrived!  He said he would be in touch in the next few weeks with an
appointment for the Elstree project, and reminded me to stick to the Rules
in the meantime.  I thanked him for helping me, and he said it was a
pleasure to meet me.  He kissed me on the forehead, and ushered me out of
the door.  I skipped downstairs and out into the street and found mum
waiting in the car outside.  "How did it go, honey?", she asked, smiling at
me.  "Did you get on OK?".  I didn't know what to say...