I fought the urge over the week to contact Erica. I posted my
congratulations to her, anonymously of course, and her friends on
the site were abuzz. Who was the father? How did this happen? Was
she going to abort? I gave in after a week and sent her a message
from one of my fake accounts that she was friends with. I asked
those questions and she only answered one. "Every child is a gift
from God. Some gifts are unexpected." Nothing else. I didn't
press my luck with asking her, I let it be. I was going to be a
father! I had planted my seed inside of a 12 year old girl and
made a baby!

Two girls in my digital harem stopped contacting me in the month
after Erica's story broke. A 13 year old girl named Monica was
the first I noticed that I stopped hearing from. She was no loss
I thought to myself. While she was pretty in the few photos she
had sent me, a half black and half white girl with a nice smile,
She seemed to be more interested in emailing back and forth with
me and trying to get me to set her up with my connections to help
her brother's music career. When I replied back to her one day
that I was more interested in her than her brother it was the
last I heard of her. The other girl stopped after I asked her for
her cell number so we could talk. I was disappointed that Nicole,
the 13 year old in question, stopped talking to me because I
thought that she might be the next one that I visited. She had
proven to be a little more adventurous than some in her picture
taking, she was one of five to send a photo in a bathing suit, a
bathing suit that showed a little more skin than any other girls.
Still, I replied to her after seeing the pictures by asking
whether or not she wanted to talk on the phone as I had an
interest in meeting her and possibly casting her for a new show
but it was the last I heard from her. I wondered secretly if she
might have told her parents about it and they hit the roof.

Those two girls aside, my conversations with other girls were
going well. I had started getting more serious with an
bespectacled 11 year old blonde named Madison. I not only got
emails from her a few times a week but she was a good picture
taker, another one of the five bathing suit girls, and gave up
her number at first asking. She wasn't much smarter than Erica,
in fact I rather thought that Erica was a genius compared to
Madison. She took to heart me asking that she keep our meetings
and conversations from her friends and family as I told her that
I wanted to keep everything quiet about the new show that I was
casting for. The show that I'd made up while driving home was
about younger siblings who lived in the shadow of their older
siblings. Madison had three older brothers and thought that her
parents paid more attention to them than her because they were
all into sports and got really good grades but Madison's favorite
subject was art. I recognized her oldest brother as a college
football player. We spoke for the first time on a Friday night
when her parents let her stay home while they went to her
brother's high school football game. My heart was hammering as
the phone rang and skipped a beat when I heard her voice. She
asked a lot of questions about the new show but I managed to
bullshit my way through everything convincingly. Madison and I
spoke two more times over the next week. I desperately wanted to
go meet her. Her personality was a little flirty which caught me
off guard at first but only made me want her more. I'd not had
sex since pounding Erica in her bedroom almost three months ago
and stroking myself on the phone with Madison only made it worse.

What was stopping me from going to meet her wasn't the distance.
She actually lived closer than Erica truth be told. It was how I
was going to pull off the feat of getting myself alone with
Madison without anyone knowing. While I considered myself a
perverted genius for my night with Erica, I knew that a lot of
things had fallen into place for that; A lot of things happened
that I couldn't count on again. The man raising hell in the lobby
while I guided Erica inside and away from the camera was probably
the biggest assist I received. That would probably never happen
again if I tried to get with 100 girls. The hotel was extremely
risky but honestly, what else was there? It was pretty
untraceable once I busted into the rooms that the "Corporation"
had rented out. I wondered about whether I could use that again
to get what I wanted. I started to move some cash around and
Madison and I began speaking more seriously about meeting. When
she told me that her parents were going to be flying her and her
brothers to go watch her eldest brother play college football I
decided that was the best time. I made a few phone calls and
spent a little money on some prepaid "Corporate" cards in the
city Madison was going to be visiting.

I took another short break from work, citing that my exwife and I
had a wedding anniversary that was coming up and I needed some
space. I'd burned the midnight oil a few nights and made some
great new fake ID's. I drove halfway there in my car before
picking up a rental and driving the other half. I arrived in the
late morning, I assumed before Madison and her family would be
there. She'd told me that she was going to be left in her room to
do homework and thought we could meet then. The hotel was
gorgeous and looked out over downtown. I had dressed down today,
sporting the local football team's jersey and a very good quality
long haired wig under a ballcap with jeans. I faked the best
accent I could when I asked the guy working whether or not my car
would be safe in his parking lot. "Are there those camera's out
there?" I asked in my best fake accented voice, noting to myself
with a private laugh that I sounded like my ex father in law. He
said there were. I asked him if I could see them and he declined.
There was a couple leaving the lobby and we watched them go out
the front door. I fished out a $50 and slid it across the counter
under the guise of looking at my bill. He raised his eyebrows at
me. "I just wanna make sure the car is in a good safe spot." He
took my $50 and motioned me away from where we were standing.

"There are no parking lot cameras," he said in a quick and
hushed, "we are not responsible for any damage to your vehicle
while you are staying here. We have a hired security company that
patrols the parking lot at night but our owners do not believe in
security cameras either in the parking lot or in the hallways." I
asked if they did have in hallways or the rooms and he said, "We
have three cameras in this hotel only and two of them are mounted
in our cash office. Our security company has made our guests feel
safe elsewhere but we do have one in the pool."

"I'm meeting a date here," I said in my accented voice. "I just
wanna make sure that I don't end up on that internet." He assured
me this was impossible and I believed him. He smiled at me and I
walked towards the elevator. I had booked more than the one room
again tonight, that he did not know. I had outdone myself and had
used many prepaid cards to book rooms under false identities. The
one room that I was going to use for my fun with Madison was on
the top floor, completely away from the elevators and any other
entrances. I walked into the elevator and found a mess of people.
This hotel was much busier than the one Erica and I had shared.
This was a gigantic risk but all I could see every time I thought
of it was Madison's smile in a picture she had sent me. A picture
that she had taken in the mirror of her bathroom and offered me a
very good look at a two piece bathing suit that covered a pair of
puffy and small buds where her breasts would one day be. Her
smile was radiant and I could have sworn that she had arched her
eyebrow in a way that a normal 11 year old would not.

The trip up the elevator to my fourth floor room was loud and
eventful. Loud because the family of six that was staying there
was crammed in, suitcases and all, and talking noisily up the
three floors. It was a husband and wife and their four kids, two
daughters and two sons. The sons were young and bratty but the
two daughters were teens and I let my gaze linger undetected on
them until I noticed that the father was wearing a suit so
similar to mine that I wondered whether or not he had taken it
from my bag. I complimented him on the suit in my accented voice
and he turned to look at me. I noticed that my wig practically
matched his natural hair and he actually looked somewhat like me.
He looked me up and down and gave me an impatient smile,
basically acknowledging that I'd said something to him but
ignoring it. Smiling inside at having accidentally made myself
into someone's mirror image, I turned my attention back to the
youngest daughter's backside.

The eventful part happened as one of the kids got louder than
ever and started having a tantrum in the elevator. When he
flopped onto the floor and started kicking, he kicked the handbag
of the mother and I saw her room key fall to the floor in front
of me, muffled by the noise coming out of her brat. I shifted my
weight and covered the card with my foot. She struggled to get a
hold of him and he only got louder. They got off on the third
floor and I picked up the wife's key card and stashed it in my
back pocket. I rode up one more floor to the fourth. The room I'd
booked was down the hall. I opened the door long enough to walk
in and merely stood there. I knew they could electronically see
when my door was opened and all I wanted was to create an alibi.
I waited for ten minutes before leaving. I had no idea which room
Madison was going to be in or whether or not she was even here
yet. I got off the elevator and walked towards the small room
that held the out of order ice machine, finding the door hidden
slightly behind a fake tree. Up the few flights I went, as
quietly as possible. I knew that I booked out the entire top
floor, all under pseudonyms and with untraceable prepaid cards.
The room at the end of the hallway was the one I wanted. I made
sure I was alone before I opened the door without a key card and
crept inside. I knew that all of the rooms around me as well as
below me were empty, as I had booked them all out, but I was
worried about maid staff. The room had already been prepared and
I walked through the smaller living room into the bedroom. Behind
the folding doors next to the television stand was the hot tub. I
grinned. This was the reason I was in here.

I left the hotel room, keeping it propped open with a local pizza
restaurant's menu, and popped into a room down the hall to color
my hair and apply my colored contact lenses. I was no longer a
curly long blonde haired yahoo with a a football jersey on. Now I
was a dark haired, green eyed "executive". I dressed in my now
best looking suit pants and jacket with a white polo shirt
underneath and looked in the mirror. I didn't look too bad. The
last few months of worried whether or not my door was about to be
broken down and whether or not I was being arrested on a slew of
charges had made me drop a few pounds. The first time I'd worn
this suit was when I was 28. Now at 38 I looked much younger and
I felt confident that I could pull this off. I took the damp
towel with me that I'd used to color my hair and returned to my
hot tub room. I set up the first room, the living room, as a
makeshift office complete with fake MTV papers all over the small
coffee table. I looked at my watch, Madison should be here by
now. Her brother's football game was at night which left plenty
of time for her parents to ignore her and leave her shut up in
the room while they went to watch him play. I hoped they'd left
already, didn't they know I had plans for their daughter?

As I was contemplating whether or not to text her, she texted me.
"There gon!! U here??" I replied that I was and would love to
meet her. She was on the second floor. I told her I'd meet her
there. I grabbed a packet of papers and made my way towards the
elevator and prayed. While I knew that the incident in the lobby
with Erica was a gift from the pedophilic Gods, I had to go from
the 8th floor to the second floor and back again without anyone
jumping on the elevator with us. I thought of a trick I'd seen
about how to get an elevator to skip all floors but yours and
prayed inside that it would work. It seemed to on the way down, I
got to the second floor without stopping and there she was. Her
smile was tremulous but still bright and earnest. I shook her
hand and introduced myself with my fake name and she introduced
herself as well. I took note of how soft her hand was and tried
to fight the image of her wrapping it around my cock. We walked
back into the elevator and I handed her the packet of papers as I
tried the elevator trick and prayed again. I stood in front of
the small panel to block the illuminated floor button and pointed
out things on the paper to her as a means of distraction. It was
a fake script for the fake show I had been working on called
"Silly Girls". She laughed at it as the elevator rose back to the
8th floor. Almost there! The doors opened and I kept her head
buried in the script all the way down the hall until we entered
the room, making sure she didn't look up at the room number. I'd
left the door open, knowing it was safe to do so. I closed it and
locked it behind us, drinking in the sight of my 11 year old
friend.

She was still looking down at the papers which allowed me to gaze
at her small body. She was not even average in weight, which I'd
known, Madison was a very skinny girl but her body showed obvious
signs of feminity from her cute little upturned nose to the
barely visible buds on her chest. She was wearing a pair of gray
sweatpants with a company name stitched down the right leg and a
loose fitting and low cut yellow and white striped shirt. Her
feet, I noticed for the first time, were bare and she had her
toenails painted with bright pink and purple nail polish. She sat
on the couch in the small living room and continued reading. I
couldn't believe that a so-called script that I'd written on a
lunch break featuring two girls throwing socks and shoes at a
group of boys could hold her at such rapt attention but I didn't
care. I was smelling the slight scent of her body spray or
shampoo, a floraly and perfumey aroma that made my pants a little
tight. I pulled the bottle of pop from my suitcase and asked if
she wanted a drink, which she beamed up at me that she did. I
poured her one with a splash of vodka that she didn't know about
and brought it to her. She finally finished reading the script
and chattered to me about it. I was relieved that she didn't ask
many questions about it because I had honestly forgotten how it
ended. We talked for a few minutes while she sipped her drink,
about school, about her trip, about her brothers. She was very
easy to talk to and I regaled her with fake stories about meeting
the girls from 16 and Pregnant, the show that had brought us
together.

She asked me how I'd met them and I told her it was remarkably
similar to how we were meeting. I picked out an example girl,
Whitney, and described how she and I had met in a hotel such as
this and gotten to know each other for a few hours. Madison was
transfixed throughout my explanation and I knew she was eating it
up with a spoon. She had a wonderful personality, cute and bubbly
and as I've said before, slightly flirty, but this girl was as
dumb as they come. I told her about the meeting and phone calls
much like Madison and I had shared, how Madison was taking the
same track towards being famous like Whitney and if she did what
Whitney did, everything would end up the same for her. Her eyes
widened at this. "Would I be able to move away from my family?"
was the first thing she asked, almost in a whisper.

"Why would you want to do that?" I replied with curiousity as
this question stumbled me a little. I was not expecting a helpful
path like this to illuminate itself until much later when I'd
given her more alcohol.

She gave a slight frown before she answered. "It's been like this
my whole life. Greg got into football and then Charlie got into
football and then Adam got into football. Dad was a football
player and Mom was a cheerleader. I'm the only one in the house
that doesn't like football. I'm not with them at Greg's game
today and I wasn't even asked if I wanted to go." She took a sip
of drink and her voice was barely audible as she took the glass
from her lips, "sometimes I wish I could just run away."

I put on my best sympathetic face but inside I was doing
cartwheels. This was probably going to be easier than Erica. I
started to talk, thinking of all of the bad corporate
motivational speeches I'd ever heard at my job, telling Madison
that she had to stay in there and do what she thought was right
and that eventually the opportunity would present itself, on and
on I talked. She continued to gaze at me, her face alight now
with a smile of hope and the idea that her life was just
beginning. "I had this same talk with Whitney you know," I said
in my best sage tone, "and look at how her life turned around.
She made her own family and while she might have made some
mistakes, she got away from a life that she didn't want and
people who didn't want her. You could do the same thing you
know," I continued quietly as she finished her second drink. "If
you want to be like Whitney there are ways to go about it and
speed the process up like she did." Her eyes lit up at this
prospect and I knew I had her. "Whitney was on television within
six months of meeting me," I lied easily and Madison smiled at
this so I continued, "and she ended up moving out on her own to
raise her baby."

"Wow," she gasped, "really?"

"Well, she moved in with a family we paid to act like her own
because her family didn't want her around." This was the line I
had expected to use much later in the day but that Madison heard
now, slightly buzzed from the vodka in her pop, and I knew the
sentence was resonating in her head like the sound of a bullet
being fired. "Let me get you another drink," I said in a casual
tone and took her glass. I knew I wasn't going to need to get her
as drunk as I'd gotten Erica, not to the point of passing out.
Her personality was much more flirty and open compared to Erica
and I knew that with her system buzzing with alcohol that she
would be much more fun. I returned with another pop, the same
amount of alcohol in it as before and knew that Madison's slight
frame was another reason why not as much alcohol was needed.

"Let's play a game," I suggested after resuming my seat and
watching her drink a few sips of pop. She grinned up at me and
asked what kind of game, "You ever played truth or dare?" I asked
her and she giggled and nodded. "Let's play that then." She
recovered from her giggles only enough to take another sip of her
spiked drink and burst out that I should go first. I accepted and
took truth. She contemplated it for a moment before asking me,
"Do you have any kids?" I shook my head and answered that I
didn't. Madison's turn. We continued swapping questions for a
little while, each of us taking truth and answering questions
about ourselves, or me lying in mine about my work. After about
an hour, Madison took truth and I asked, "Have you kissed a boy?"
She flushed redder than she had all day. She nodded. "Who?" I
asked, my dick twitching in my pants. She shook her head and
half-smiled at me. "Who?" I asked in my most playful but
inquisitive tone.

"One of my brother's friends," she said in a cute whisper, hiding
her mouth behind her hand as though someone could overhear our
conversation. "Last week before he left for college."

I gaped at her, "How old was he?" I asked but she shook her head.
It was my turn. Truth again for me and she asked whether or not
I'd been married. I answered, "no," a lie, but she had no way of
knowing that. "I travel a lot for work to meet pretty girls like
you," I said and she was turning redder now and giggled when I
used her as an example. I knew the drink was doing great things
for us and I knew that it would not be a wasted afternoon. "So I
never had time to get married but I do like to have fun with
pretty girls." She blushed again as I looked at her, pointedly.
Madison's turn again. Dare.

I started a little, I had expected to get an answer about her
brother's friend, had expected her to pick truth as it was all
either of us had done so far. She had a slight smile on her face
which I knew was being assisted by the spiked drink she was just
about done with. I contemplated her for a moment before I came up
with a good dare. "How about," I wheedled as I picked up her cell
phone from the coffee table and before she could get up and stop
me I had opened her music folder. I picked a song at random and
it began to play quietly, the sound was turned almost all the way
down. "Do a dance for me," I said quietly, my eyes on her
beautiful green eyes and not moving away. I turned the volume up
but did not recognize the song. I looked at the phone and saw
that it was someone called Cher Lloyd and the song was 'With Ur
Love'.

She got up from the couch and stood frozen for a moment. I waited
for her to shout or object but she began to clumsily move to the
song. There was a nice beat to it and after a few repetitions of
the beat she started to find a good rhythm. Her hips started to
find the same place in time with the bass line of the song and
before I knew it, she was close to me between the chair I sat in
and the coffee table. She wore an expression of drunkenness but
also with a hit of seduction. I could tell that she was trying
her hardest, her 11 year old girl hardest, to make this dance as
sexy as she knew how. The song ended and another started. I saw
this was called 'Beggin' on Your Knees'. I waited for her to stop
but she continued to dance. Her hips moved with the quicker pace
of this song and while it probably wasn't the best dance in the
history of the world, that an 11 year old girl was doing it for
nobody else but me made it all the better. The idea popped in my
head and I said it outloud over the loud chorus of the song.
"Show a little skin," I said and she turned her head to face me
but did not do anything else but continue her dance. I watched
her dance for a few more minutes before I repeated it. Her hands
fell to her side and the thin shirt she was wearing came up to
expose her pale lower back.

This song ended too and another much slower one began. I thought
this was the end of my show, just as I'd only seen a hint of
skin, but it did not end. She turned around and continued to move
to the slow beat, it sounded like a boy band and I wondered in
the back of my mind if I was hearing my first One Direction song
as I watched an 11 year old girl slowly lifting her shirt up. She
was exposing the smoothness of her belly and the pure white skin
to my eyes. Higher the shirt went, slowly and slowly and slowly
the fabric went up, millimeters at a time until her belly button
came into view. I desperately wanted to reach out and touch her
but I knew better somehow. I knew not to rush her. Just as the
thin fabric made it to above her ribcage, she stopped. Her hands
were holding both sides of the shirt up, exposing her smooth
stomach to me. "Am I doing this right?" she asked in a hoarse
whisper. Of all the things I expected her to say, this was not
one of them. I nodded vigorously. My eyes roamed her face, she
looked nervous about what to do next. "Is this what Whitney did?"
she slurred slightly and the last two words came out almost as
one word. I assured her that Whitney did this and tried to mime
that she should take the shirt off but she didn't understand me.
I told her to take the shirt off in the same obvious whisper
she'd given me, even hiding my mouth behind my hand. Her smile
reappeared and before I could prepare myself for it, the shirt
went up the rest of the way. There was a flash of blonde hair and
the shirt was flying across the room.

My eyes took in the girl in front of me and a smile broke over my
face. Madison had an amazing body. Her skin was just above being
pale except for a slight tanline that covered all but her chest.
She had tiny buds for breasts which were capped with little brown
nipples. Madison's breasts had just begun to develop. I longed to
trace that tanline with my tongue and taste her new breasts but
resolved to waiting a little while longer. Her skin was smooth
all over from her chest to her flat stomach and her slender
shoulders were held up as though she were presenting herself for
inspection. I couldn't say anything but "Wow!" and she nervously
smiled back at me. She reached for her glass, the ice had melted
a little and there was still some watery pop mixed with vodka and
she downed the rest in one gulp. Before she could sit down I
asked, "Truth or dare?" She considered me for a moment as though
wondering whether it was my turn or hers. Her face bore a
confused expression as she must have been bouncing this idea
around in her mind but her eyes fell to her phone which was still
playing music. She looked down and turned the music player off
and looked back at me, the same look of confusion on her face.
"Truth or dare?" I repeated with a smile.

"Is this what Whitney did?" she repeated in a rush from a few
minutes ago, "cause this is easy!"

"It is what Whitney did," I repeated myself, "it's what all those
girls did," I lied trying to keep eye contact and not let my eyes
gaze for too long at her bare chest, "Truth or dare?" I repeated
for a third time.

"Dare." She said as confidently as she could and tried to stand
up again. She managed after two failed attempts.

"Let me think," I said, sitting back in my chair with a tent in
the front of my pants. Madison seemed to have a look on her face
now that I was reading with all of my years of experience with
women to be pure lust! "I dare you," I started slowly, acting as
though I was giving this dare great thought as I motioned for her
to come closer to me. She did as she was asked and she stumbled a
little across the carpeted floor to sit on the arm of the chair I
was indicating. The topless girl was now inches away from me. Our
eyes met and I knew that this buzzed 11 year old girl was ripe
for the taking. "Kiss me," I caught myself, "I dare you to kiss
me like you kissed your brother's friend." She blushed but moved
onto my lap from the arm of the chair. I pulled her towards me
and her legs spread so that she was straddling my lap. Her bare
skin came into my hands as I wrapped my arms around her small
body. She was so soft and warm it was unbelievable. Her mouth
found mine and she kissed me. She had no idea what to do with her
tongue but I guessed that the friend of her brother probably
didn't give a shit about how well she had kissed him, just that
he had kissed a young girl the way that he had. Her mouth was
open but her tongue was still in her mouth so I pressed my tongue
into her mouth. She faltered at first but then I felt her tongue
on mine and wrapped my arms tighter around her. A few minutes of
practice and she was a natural! I found my hands roaming all over
her nakedness from her back up to her shoulders to the front and
her perfect belly and broke our kiss to plant small kisses onto
her puffy breast buds. My hands traveled all over as Madison
leaned back in for more kissing and I found my hands on her
sweatpants covered bum. I broke the kiss again.

"Take your pants off," I whispered before correcting myself, "I
dare you to take your pants off." My hands crept inside of the
warm fabric and squeezed her firm backside in each hand. She
giggled as I did this and my cock throbbed. "I dared you to take
them off," I whispered again and she giggled. I gripped the
waistband and started to pull it down. She didn't stop me. It
took some maneuvering but the sweatpants found a place on the
floor with Madison's shirt. The 11 year old girl now lay on top
of me wearing nothing but a pair of light orange panties. I
considered the now panty clad preteen laying on me and helped her
roll over on my chest so that her back was now laying on me. I
let my eyes travel over her entire body and she didn't try to
hide from my gaze. There was a picture of a pear on the front of
the panties directly where her little pussy was. "Totally
Pearfect" was written in script around the pear. "I dare you," I
said now whispering in her warm and red ear, "to touch me."

She looked at me upside down with the same drunken grin she'd
been wearing for the last few hours. My hands never left her body
as her right hand reached behind her and found my pants pocket.
She shifted on top of me and I took my right hand from her chest
and guided it towards my cock that was poking into her back. She
gasped a little as she tried to wrap her hand around my fabric
covered erection. Her mouth was open and she looked at me in
surprise. "That's your..." she began, letting her hand gently
squeeze me, "penis?" I smiled a little at her innocent question
and she caught me smiling and mumbled with a roll of her eyes and
a shrug, "I only ever saw one on a diagram at school."

"You want to see one for real?" I asked, noticing the huskiness
in my voice, "Dare or Double Dare?" I asked quietly.

"Double Dare," Madison murmured with her eyebrows raised before
giggling. "Take my pants off," I said in the same throaty voice I
had just spoken with. I noticed that I didn't even need to say "I
dare you..." before her hands found the zipper of my pants and
pulled it down. She struggled to find the button and I had to
help her. I adjusted myself and felt my pants start to slide
down. Madison seemed to see what I was doing and tried to help me
pull them off but the way my legs were angled was difficult to
slide pants down. I held her under my arms and stood up in the
chair to let them fall to the floor. My underwear was tenting and
I wanted to take that off with my pants but resisted. I decided
to slow it down and not go so fast. Still holding Madison in my
arms I penguin walked while she giggled at me until we fell onto
the couch where she had sat earlier while I got her drunk. I
stepped out of my pants and stood up to pull each ankle out and
laid the pants on the desk next to the couch.

"I wanna see," Madison stuttered with a trace of impatience. I
looked down and she was looking up at me, "I wanna see," she
repeated. I pulled my underwear down and there it was. My cock
stiffened in the air of the hotel room and her eyes widened as
she looked at it. She didn't say anything but kept looking at it
as I sat down next to her on the couch. I pulled my shirt off and
laid it on the desk next to us. I was naked with an 11 year old
girl. I thought of all of the fantasies I'd had prior to tonight,
about getting the girls drunk and naked and how I was literally
living out another fantasy of mine. Madison still had her eyes on
my dick as I reached my arm behind her and touched her bare back
and sides. She looked up at me and there was a silence as I could
see the question forming in her head before she whispered, "Is
this what you did with those girls?" This was not the question I
was expecting. I nodded and continued touching her. A few minutes
went by where the only sound in the room was the fan on the
heater blowing cool air in.

"Madison," I said quietly and she looked up at me with the same
squinting smile she'd been wearing for a little while. "You
picked Double Dare remember?" She blinked and nodded. "I took my
pants off," I nodded at her and she nodded back, "I Double Dare
you to kiss me there." I finished by pointing because her eyes
had fallen back down to my hard dick. She blinked at this and
looked up at me. I nodded, "it's what all those girls did," I
whispered and I seemed to read her mind because I felt her lean
forward away from my arm. She placed her arm on my upper thigh
and her face sunk lower and lower toward my groin. I wanted to
close my eyes and savor the moment of her touch on my leg, her
slight weight on me, the feeling of her bare stomach against my
hand but I couldn't close my eyes. I watched her blink behind her
glasses and get closer and closer under she was inches away. She
looked up at me almost to ask me permission. I nodded and felt a
soft kiss against the top part of the tip of the head. I groaned
and closed my eyes and she tensed up. "No," I whispered, "that
was really good," I opened my eyes and she wore a mischievous
expression before falling into a quiet giggle and without me
asking she kissed it again.

This behavior continued over the next few minutes as she kissed
from the tip to the base of me. My left hand stroked her hair
from her face while my right had found its way inside her
underwear and was stroking her bare butt. I did my best to
explain how she could take me in her mouth, relying on ice pops
to make sure she understood that she could use her tongue but not
her teeth. Within 10 minutes of planting her first kiss on a
man's cock, Madison was taking the tip of me in her mouth and
circling her tongue around and around. I moaned in pleasure and
she giggled when I did. I asked her if she learned in school
about what else a man's penis does, whether or not that was on
the diagram she'd seen. "It shoots stuff," she said proudly, "and
it makes babies." She finished with her eyes half open.

"It can," I said, "once a girl is old enough, the man puts his
penis inside you and shoots his stuff," I couldn't think of a
better word and even this word made her giggle, "inside you and
makes a baby."

"Is that what happened to Whitney?" she slurred as her eyes
widened. I wanted to tell her to forget about Whitney but thought
better of it.

"What do you mean?" I asked, noticing that Madison was looking up
at me, confused.

"You made a baby inside Whitney and then you put her on the show
and made her famous right?"

I started at first, I didn't know whether to lie about this or
not. "Yes," I said and her confusion cleared up, "Whitney wanted
to be famous like you do and the show that she wanted to be on
she had to be pregnant so we made a baby." Madison took this in
without removing her hand from my cock. "When the time comes," I
said quietly, my finger tracing circles around her butt, "I can
make a baby in you and you'll get to be famous like her."

This was the right combination of words. Madison beamed at me and
wrapped her lips back around my cock. I moaned her name and felt
her tongue swirl inexpertly around me. She was a quick learner
and I felt myself growing close to explosion. I had thought of
this happening since she and I had begun emailing each other but
now it was happening and I never wanted it to end. I had jerked
off while on the phone with her a few times imagining this moment
but now here I was with my cock in her little mouth and my climax
getting closer and closer. I thought of the day I entered Madison
with the purpose I'd entered Erica. I thought of Erica nursing my
child from the tits that I had so greedily sucked on. Madison
would become another mommy in my stable of dumb little sluts. I
imagined Madison's tiny body swelling with my child and I moaned
louder than I had yet. She pulled her warm mouth from around me
and the cooler air of the room caused me to tighten up and I
started to cum.

The first spurt landed on my stomach as did the second. My eyes
were closed tightly as I came and I felt Madison sit up next to
me on the couch. I held back a laugh as I thought of what she
must have been feeling at the sight of my orgasm. After four
thick wads I managed to open my eyes. Her eyes were wider than
ever and glued to my crotch. I held out a hand to her and she was
startled at first. "It's ok," I said softly as I stroked her
smooth thigh, "it's better than ok. That felt great! That's how
you made me feel and," I pulled her closer to me on the couch,
"it's better than Whitney ever made me feel." Her eyes tore from
my crotch to find my face.

"Really?" She said it in a disbelieving voice.

"Really." I said firmly. We stared at each other for a few
moments before I said, "I can make you feel that good you know."
She furrowed her eyebrows at me. "As good as you made me feel," I
said, "I can make you feel just as good or better!" I could tell
she didn't believe me. "Come on," I said and we stood up. My cum
was slick and cold on my stomach now and I walked into the
bedroom area and rinsed myself in the sink, wiping my stomach and
hands on a small towel before folding it and putting it back in
its place. I looked at the small clock beside the bed. Madison
and I had only been alone for a few hours. Her brother's football
game was about an hour away from even getting started. I walked
towards the folding doors next to the television stand and opened
them. She cooed at the sight of the hot tub. I started the water
running, taking notice that tub was almost brand new. I wondered
how quiet it would be. I turned to Madison who was watching the
tub fill with water. "Take your panties off," I said to her. No
sooner were the words out of my mouth and there was an orange
pile of cloth at her ankles. I was naked with her now. I turned
off the tap and let the water cool while I took in my prize.

My eyes wandered over the newly exposed skin. She was hairless
between her legs and I could see two little protruding lines of
skin that I knew were her pussy. Completely virgin to a man's
eyes, I knew that like Erica, I was probably the first non-parent
to see Madison naked like this. I wanted to pull her in the tub
and feel her wet and slick skin in my hands but instead I started
to walk towards her, pulling her small and naked body into my
arms and placing a kiss on her mouth. We kissed a few times
before I decided to throw out the hot tub idea. I just wanted to
taste her. I picked her up easily and deposited her on the bed
behind her. Our kiss intensified before I pushed her back onto
her back and flat on the bed. I trailed kisses down her chest,
making sure to place kisses on each of her budding nipples before
continuing downward. Her legs spread as I kissed down from her
belly to the area between her belly and her pussy. I found myself
between her legs and staring at Madison's 11 year old pussy. I
flicked my tongue against her tight pussy lips and felt her
squirm. I planted a hard kiss against her and she shuddered. My
mouth opened and I began to lick, tracing circles around the
puffy lips and gradually pushing my tongue harder against the
center of the line. She was gasping and breathing deeply as I
continued my assault on her vagina but she made no move to stop
me. With my thumb and index finger I ever so slightly spread her
lips apart and placed my tongue against her small clit.

She shuddered harder and I felt her hips trembling. I smiled and
did it again. She repeated her action and I felt her neck angle
up to try to look at me. I lifted my head from between her legs
and our eyes met. She wore a look of pure lust. "Do that again,"
she slurred breathlessly. I did. She moaned and pushed her hips
lower against my mouth. I spread the lips a little more and
started to lick her tiny box up and down. Her gasps intensified
as I did and they turned into moans. Her hands found my hair and
held me in place against her entrance. I happily lapped and
sucked away at her sweet cunt. She had almost no taste but for a
tiny hint of her sweat but I found the scent and flavor of her
preteen pussy to be divine. I started to push my tongue against
her entrance and felt her stiffen. I steadied my tongue as hard
as I could make it and pushed the very tip of it inside her. She
started to thrash on the bed, her hips raising as her moans
filled my ears. I felt her pussy dripping now and greedily sucked
every drop. She was cumming harder now as I intensified my
tongue's exploration of her virgin hole. Her entire body was
shaking now and her hands were painfully holding my hair. Finally
after what felt like two straight orgasms ripped through her
young body, her grip on my hair slackened and I felt her arms go
limp at her sides. I had licked her unconscious.

I crawled up on the bed and took Madison's small naked body in my
arms, allowing myself a few gropes of her butt and her
undeveloped chest before settling in with her laying with her
back to me while she was still unconscious. The minutes stretched
to about a half an hour and my hands started wandering again as
she stirred. She woke with a groan as my hands traced shapes on
her pale belly. "Wow," was all she could manage with a groggy
tone. She looked up at me with one eye open and repeated it.
"That's how I made you feel?" I nodded at her. I knew our moment
of parting was coming soon as I had spent quite some time between
her legs and we needed to get her dressed and back to her room
before her parents got back, as she actually did have to do some
of her homework lest they think she was up to anything else. We
talked quietly as we lay in the bed, about what I had done with
her, about how good she had made me feel, about what would come
of her future. "You really think that later on you can make me
famous?" Her speech was still slurred but only just. I suspected
that her mind was starting to come back to itself and it was very
important for me to get my message across.

"I can and I will Madison," I started, "but you have to remember
that everything you and I talked about, everything you and I did
today and everything that we will talk about in the future has to
remain between us." She nodded. "I mean it," I continued, "if you
told anyone, even your friends, they would tell your parents and
your parents would try to get me in big trouble. You'd end up
being stuck at home and unhappy the rest of your life. If you let
me work my magic," I said as I placed a kiss on her cheek, "I can
make sure that all of your dreams come true." She smiled at this
and agreed that it would remain between she and I.

We dressed after taking a little while to kiss some more. I
watched with a frown as her perfect body disappeared under the
panties and sweatpants. Finding her shirt was a struggle as she
had thrown it off while she was dancing and I certainly wasn't
watching where her shirt landed. After a few minutes we found it
behind the couch and she put it on. Gone was my naked 11 year old
girl to be replaced with a smiling but fully clothed Madison. As
we left the room for me to walk her back to her floor, I pulled
out a small wrapped box and gave it to her as we walked out of
the room. She was so eager to open it that she paid no mind to
either the room number nor the floor number as we climbed into
the elevator. I pressed her floor button and helped her open the
wrapping so she didn't see what floor we were leaving from. As we
got onto her floor, I heard nothing but the wonderful sounds of
silence. She was down the hall from the elevator and we finally
got the package opened as we got to her room. Inside was the
"Property of MTV" tanktop that I had stolen out of Erica's
handbag months ago. It was pink and likely extremely revealing as
the shirt was at least an extra large size. She beamed up at me
and kissed me on the lips before pulling her room key out of her
pocket. She gave me one final smile and disappeared behind the
hotel room door. I lingered for a few seconds before taking off
to the stairwell behind the ice machine that was not far from
Madison's hotel room. I ran all of the flights of stairs up to
the top floor, dashing down the hall to the room I had just
molested Madison in. I picked up all of my paperwork, putting it
in a folder in my suitcase. I changed out of my suit and back
into my yahoo wig and clothes. I picked up the drinks and emptied
the hot tub. Over the five minutes I was in there, the room was
cleaned to the point of looking perfect and unused.

I went back to my room on the fourth floor and laid on the bed. I
felt much better than I had the night I'd spent with Erica as my
parting with Madison had gone well and I hadn't needed to make a
mad dash from the place. I felt my eyelids droop slightly and
wondered whether it was safe to sleep. Madison had no idea who I
really am, I reasoned with myself. The hot tub room had been
cleaned to the point of looking unused, I wasn't even staying in
that room and Madison had no idea which room it was. I was just
about asleep when my phone beeped quietly in my pocket. I pulled
the phone out and saw that I had a text message from Madison.
"Had fun Hope 2 see u again soon!!" and there was a kissing face.
I replied back for her to remember what we talked about, keep
everything secret and delete all of the text messages between us.
She didn't reply but I hoped that she had understood. A few
minutes later and I succumbed to sleep. I fell into an easier
rest than the night I'd spent with Erica. My dreams were not
filled with sirens and handcuffs but with Madison's dance she'd
performed for me. I could still hear the beat of the song as I
watched her in my dream. The scene flickered behind my eyelids
and Madison was now bobbing her little blonde head up and and
down on me and wearing nothing at all, showing off her very
pregnant belly. She floated in and out of my dreams for the few
hours I was asleep and when I woke I was surprised and
disappointed that she wasn't right there next to me. My hand was
still closed on the phone in my hand and I saw the message light
flashing.

The message was an email that had been forwarded from my
anonymous email address. Knowing that it was impossible to trace
the message, I opened the mail and saw to my utter surprise an
email from Nicole, the 13 year old girl who had not emailed me in
weeks! The email was long but I got enough information by
scanning the message. Her parents were separating and had a nasty
verbal argument that ended up getting physical. She was being
sent to live with her maternal grandmother and would likely be
there for a while until her mother got out of the hospital and
her father from jail. She wanted to meet me and was interested in
becoming a part of the MTV family so she could leave this all
behind. She ended it by leaving her phone number and asked me to
text her first so she could get out of earshot of her grandmother
before talking on the phone. My heart hammered in my chest. A
sexy little thing like Nicole was being put in the care of
someone who likely didn't understand thing one about her
granddaughter? That would be easy! I wished I could respond to
her now but I didn't want to seem desperate. I was desperate of
course, Nicole was a sexy girl and her bathing suit left very
little to the imagination. My mind was spinning as I sat up on
the bed. It was late not yet midnight and too early to leave. My
desperation won out as I reopened the email and memorized
Nicole's phone number. I knew she must still be up as she had
just sent an email to me. My heart hammered harder as I typed out
a quick message to her and sent it off. I got up and stretched.
She answered immediately. She'd moved in with her grandmother and
still lived pretty close to her parents. Her mother had been
beaten pretty bad and would be hospital bound for a few weeks. I
asked her how she was liking living with her grandmother and
wished her mother best wishes. Nicole thanked me and said that
the best thing about living with her grandmother was that she had
freedom to do whatever she wanted. The old bat slept like a rock
and was mostly deaf. This was exactly what I wanted to hear.

I told her that I would love to meet her but was out of the
office meeting another girl right now and we would have to set
something up soon. She asked where I was and I told her. It
turned out that where Madison and I had met was the same city
Nicole lived in, as she excitedly pointed out to me. My mind was
racing now. The rooms I'd booked upstairs under fake names and
false corporations were good for another few days. I decided to
take the biggest chance I'd taken so far and asked Nicole whether
or not she could make it to the hotel to see me. Her answer
seemed to be excited and giddy. I asked whether she could call me
and she did so almost immediately.

Her voice was naturally high pitched and it was cute that she was
still trying to whisper even though she'd told me that her
grandmother was as deaf as a door. She said that she could steal
her grandmother's car and come meet me. I told her I didn't want
to get her into any trouble but she assured me that she would be
perfectly fine. The old woman kept the car in the garage and
Nicole told me that she'd taken the car out a few times and come
back without the old woman noticing. I wondered privately if she
was going senile and thought Nicole was old enough to drive. I
knew she was old enough for a few other things. I told her to
call me when she got to the hotel and we hung up with each other.
I swiftly moved from the room with my suitcase and hurried up the
stairs to the seventh floor. sI found a room that was at the same
end of the hallway as the one Madison and I had been in, only a
floor below. I rushed in and hastily filled it with my papers,
including another fake script for a show called "Liarettes" which
was a show about tween girls and how they interacted with each
other in school. It wasn't much better than "Silly Girls" but I
thought that Nicole couldn't be much smarter than Madison and
Madison had practically fallen over herself laughing at that one.
I changed back into the suit and polo shirt that I'd been wearing
merely hours ago with Madison. It was getting a workout tonight!
I wondered whether or not I'd be getting a different kind of work
out with Nicole.

About thirty minutes later my phone rang. Nicole was in the
parking lot. I told her to go to the side of the hotel by the
swimming pool and look up at the balcony. She did so and as she
came into the light of the moon where I could see her, I waved at
her. "I'm going to toss down a key card to get you into the back
door, ok?" She agreed and I dropped down the key card I'd picked
up on the elevator that belonged to the family of bratty kids and
the rude father. She found it and I told her how to open the back
door and where to meet me. We met in the stairwell between the
fourth and fifth floors. She came bounding up the stairs with a
huge smile on and I took in her appearance. Her long and wavy
brown hair fell to the middle of her back and she wore what
looked like pajamas. Her pale white skin was covered by a pastel
blue pair of soft looking pajama pants were loose fitting and
clashed with the bright pink shirt she was wearing. Her body was
mostly hidden under the baggy clothes but I knew fairly well that
she had a blossoming body with a touch of baby fat, not enough to
make her unattractive but enough to give her growing body some
curves. I heard more footsteps behind her as she climbed up the
landing. Nicole was not alone.

Her friend was also a brunette and had similar hair but had a
darker complexion. She looked as though she'd tanned but also
looked as though she had some Italian in her. She was also
dressed in pajamas, a pair of pink short shorts and a loose white
shirt decorated with what I guessed was the local high school
volleyball team mascot, an eagle, with a volleyball in its
talons. She had a very pretty face, prettier than Nicole and a
pair of eyes that almost made my knees buckle. They were the most
perfect shade of green I'd ever seen. This girl was a stunner! I
looked back at Nicole and she answered the question I was
thinking. "This is Rachel," she said, waving a hand between
myself and the girl. Rachel gave a quick wave and I extended my
hand, making eye contact and squeezing her hand as I introduced
myself. Nicole seemed nervous but Rachel seemed to steel herself
as I smiled and gestured them towards the stairs. They climbed
ahead of me and my face was level with both of their asses. I
looked up and saw them share a look. I brought up the folder that
was in my hand and asked if they would be interested in reading
the script. They were and I passed it up to them as we climbed.
We reached the seventh floor and I brought them through the door,
making sure to point things out to Nicole as well as Rachel to
make her feel included. We walked down the hall and the sounds of
silence in the middle of the night were almost music to my ears.
They were so interested in the script that neither of them looked
up from it as I directed them through the door and into the room
at the end of the hallway, locking the door behind us.

They looked up and Rachel said something about the clutter in the
small hotel living room. I told them that I'd been here for a few
days and had been working hard on a number of things that I
indicted by pointing to stacks of papers. "May I get you a
drink?" I asked. They both agreed. I was thankful that I'd
brought a few bottles of pop with me as I poured each girl a
glass. I was also thankful that I'd transferred the vodka into
plastic bottles, as the silence in the room was so think I
thought I might be able to physically cut it. My nerves were
tensing. An additional girl to one I hadn't studied up on very
much was going to be a challenge. Rachel was a complete unknown
to me. I didn't even know how old she was! I brought the drinks
in and saw Rachel looking from me to the drinks and back up at
me. I wondered whether she thought I had spiked them. Oh I
absolutely had but only a tiny bit. I both needed to hurry up and
take things slowly. A voice in the back of my head told me that
this was the dumbest thing I'd ever done. I'd gotten greedy.

Both girls accepted a glass and sipped. Neither of them raised
suspicion at the content of them, the amount of alcohol was only
just, and they each took another sip. The silence continued as I
opened another folder and started rifling through papers. They
all said something on them, whether they were more fake scripts
or descriptions of other girls, it at least made it look as
though I was who I said I was. Nicole was smiling at me, as if
waiting for me to begin. I found a piece of paper at random and
took out a pen. I asked Nicole for her complete name and she gave
it to me. "Age?" Thirteen. My dick stirred. I asked a few other
questions, her birthday, whether she was born in the country and
so on. Rachel's head volleyed back and forth as I asked them.

"What is this all about?" Rachel blurted out and Nicole looked
over at her as though she'd just spit in my face. "She says,"
Rachel nodded next to her, "that you're some MTV producer but you
just seem like a guy in a suit." Inside, my mind was screaming. I
wanted to hit her, I wanted to tell her that pretty she may be, I
was more interested in Nicole and Nicole's body and had done the
research to get Nicole naked, not her. I screamed all of these
things internally. Rachel was still talking, "you make us drive
here in the middle of the night and act like a big shot when
you're probably just someone's assistant or something!" Nicole
looked mortified next to her. I caught Nicole's eyes and she
shook her head slightly as though she didn't agree with any of
this.

"Rachel," I began, setting my pen down on the table next to my
chair, "I'm sorry you feel that way. I can assure you-" I held my
hand up to forestall her look of interruption, "-that I am no
assistant. While I may have started as one I have done my share
of casting for television for the last 14 years and would be
happy to give you a resume of my best works." I listed off the
more popular shows and how I'd cast them in ways such as this.
"Nicole indicated an interest in meeting a casting director,"
again I held my hand up, "and I happened to be in town. Typically
this takes place during the day and occasionally with a guardian
but there are two reasons that isn't happening here tonight.
One," again I held my hand up and I started to raise my voice a
little to shout over her objection, "Nicole's guardian is
currently in bed and I am due to leave in a few hours. Two, I had
some free time after another meeting I just had that did not go
particularly well. If you do not wish to be here, you are more
than welcome to leave."

She blinked at me as I took it she was not expecting me to
dismiss her like this. "It just seems really weird," she said
quietly and almost beseechingly Nicole to rethink things. Nicole
for her part simply looked away from Rachel and asked me about
other shows I'd worked on. Rachel got up and asked where my
bathroom was. I directed her to it and Nicole watched her walk
away and waited for the door to close before she leaned over the
coffee table to me, her shirt falling open and affording me a
view of her perky breasts contained in a well worn looking bra.

"We were going to hang out tonight," she whispered at me, "when
she found out I was sneaking out I couldn't ditch her. I'm sorry!
We're not really friends but she lives across the street from
me!"

"Is she going to soften up at all?" I asked back in the same
whisper, "I don't really have time to be yelled at by a 14 year
old."

"She's 13 like me," Nicole corrected, "and she might if you keep
feeding her drinks."

She winked at me and took a sip of her own.

My expression must have been comical because she giggled into her
glass. "I've had vodka before," she whispered, "and I know what
it's like to meet a casting director. I heard stories online
about how Ashley Tisdale got on TV. I know that's how it works. I
won't tell nobody. I'll do anything to get famous." I goggled at
her. Nicole was into it! That must have been the reason why her
pictures were as revealing as they were! "Really?" I asked her
quietly, "I could get in a lot of trouble you know."

She nodded back but mimed locking her lips and throwing away the
key. As she smiled at me Rachel re-entered the room. I hadn't
heard the toilet flush but I expected that she had been
strengthening herself in the bathroom, not peeing. "I'm sorry,"
she said coming to a stop next to my chair and looking in my
eyes, "I'm sorry for what I said. This means a lot to Nicole and
I should have known that I didn't have the right to barge in and
start yelling at you when you're not even here to see me. I'll go
call my mom and have her pick me up."

Panicking internally, I thanked her. "If you're interested in
being cast, I am more than happy to ask you some questions. You
wouldn't be the first accidental casting I made," I finished with
a smooth lie. Her expression softened a little and she thanked
me. She sat down on the couch and her face was now a bit more
cheerful as she sipped her drink. I began asking her and Nicole
questions. Knowing that Nicole was in on it now made it so much
easier. I knew why she had decided that she would do anything to
get famous. With her father locked up and her mother in the
hospital, she knew that she had to get away from where she was or
she'd be living with her grandmother for the rest of the
grandmother's life. I preyed on Nicole's willingness to do
whatever it took to get famous. Her face now showed a seductive
smile whenever I looked at her and Rachel was answering a
question.

Two drinks in and Rachel was relaxing. She became as giggly girl
as the other girls I'd encountered and I began to turn the
questions in a sexual direction. I asked both whether or not
they'd had a sexual education class in school. They had. I asked
whether they'd kissed a boy. They both had. I got up to pour them
each another drink, making sure to stiffen up Rachel's more than
before. They were comparing kissing stories and Rachel was
laughing at Nicole's story as she sucked down half her drink in
one gulp. She closed her eyes and had a dazed look on her face
but it broke into a smile. I wondered if she realized what was
going on, that her time wasn't just improving because of the
uptick in interesting conversation but because she was being fed
alcohol. The conversation became more sexual and Rachel was
giggling more and more. I couldn't tell whether Nicole was lying
about her sexual conquests because she was trying to impress me
or make Rachel laugh but her stories were doing both. She'd
stripped to her underwear and run down her friend's street to win
a bet. She'd touched a friend's passed out father's dick through
his pants. Rachel was boring by comparison but I thought that to
be because of her upbringing. She was raised by a religious
family that went to church three times a week! Once she found
friends of her own, I discovered that she had acted out. Nothing
crazy, it was actually all quite tame I thought, but I fed her
lines about how crazy she was. Skinny dipping in her underwear at
her first high school party was the craziest thing she'd done. I
let them talk and giggle and shriek with laughter for a few
minutes before I interjected.

"Would you girls want to play a fun game?" I asked quietly,
fighting the smile from curling onto my face. They both nodded
enthusiasticly. "It's called Truth or Dare," I said as I looked
at them both, "have you played it before?" They both nodded.
"Which of you is older?" I asked. They both screwed their faces
up in thought as they contemplated when their birthdays were.
Rachel was older by a month. "Rachel," I said seriously and her
smile vanished as she took on the seriousness of the game, "Truth
or Dare?" She thought for a moment before she nervously selected
truth. I thought about my question as my eyes swept the room. It
found the clock on the wall. We'd been in the room for less than
two hours. "Do you really want to be famous like Nicole or are
you here because she was coming?" I asked her. She blinked at me
confusedly but answered that she was interested in being put on a
television show but was nervous about it. I smiled at her and
turned to Nicole who immediately picked dare. I was half
expecting it, she was the more eager of the two after all, and I
debated whether or not I could get her naked yet. "I dare you to
do a dance," I said quietly as I thought of earlier in the day
and watching Madison clumsily dance to a song on her phone.

Rachel's phone was closest but she was too slow to stop me from
picking it up. She had the same phone as Madison and I found the
music folder, picking a song at random. Rachel seemed to like One
Direction because it was all that I could see on there. A loud
and fast tune started and Nicole began to dance without any
prompting from me. While Madison had taken a few moments to get
her moves down, Nicole was either a natural dancer or very keen
to get my attention. Maybe both, I thought privately. Her hips
were moving with the beat and she was getting closer and closer
to my chair. I tore my eyes from Nicole's waist and saw Rachel
taking a gulp of her drink and opening her eyes to find me
looking at her. She smiled a nervous looking smile and shook her
head when I gestured that she should join Nicole. I mouthed to
her to join and egged her on for a few seconds before she got up
and started dancing as well. At first Rachel struggled to find
her rhythm but she found it within a few moments and now the
space in front of me was now filled with two drunken and gyrating
13 year old girls. They started to dance together after a few
seconds, spanking each other and giggling at their own actions.
Nicole was doing more than dancing, her face was alight with a
hunger it seemed to show herself off. Whatever things she'd read
on Ashley Tisdale I was happy she had because she seemed to think
that meeting a casting director might well end up with my cock
inside of her.

The song ended and they both giggled themselves back to the
couch, taking drinks as they caught their breath. Rachel's face
was getting redder and her eyes seemed more blank as she finished
her drink. I wondered how far gone she was. I had been making her
drinks much stiffer now that I knew Nicole was in on my plan. I
made them more drinks before the next round and they both took
eager sips of the cold pop. Rachel's was nearly half vodka. Truth
or Dare went to Rachel. She picked truth again, though she
hiccuped slightly when she finished saying it. "Would you go
skinny dipping again?" She nodded, though her eyes remained
closed as she did. "Tonight?" I asked. She nodded but her eyes
stayed closed and her face wore a vacant smile. Nicole had said
dare before I even asked her a question. "Skinny dip," I said and
she smiled at me. "Wait here," I said as I got up from the chair
and walked into the bedroom. The room was directly underneath the
room I'd enjoyed Madison in and had the same layout in the
bedroom. Next to the television stand was a pair of folding
doors. I opened the doors and there was a beautiful and brand new
looking hot tub. I turned on the tap, put in the stopper and
adjusted the water to be a little more than warm before turning
around to go back into the living room.

Nicole stood in front of me and she was clad in nothing but a
well worn pink bra and a pair of black hipster panties. I glanced
behind her and saw her pajama pants and the pink shirt thrown
onto the bed. She smiled at me and walked past me, getting into
the rapidly filling tub in her underwear. "Rachel's out there,"
she said as she settled herself in the tub, "I told her to get
ready for skinny dipping." I was torn. I wanted to get in the tub
with Nicole and feel her water slck body against mine. I also
wanted to see the beautiful Rachel and how far along she'd come
with her clothing removal considering how drunk she was. I
decided that an underwear clad 13 year old sitting in a hot tub
was more interesting at the moment and undressed to my underwear.
I had taken two steps when I heard Nicole's voice, "truth or
dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to take those off," she said and gestured to my
underwear. Without hesitation I lowered them to my ankles and
kicked them off and onto my clothes that were also on the bed.
She giggled as my cock came into sight but did not back down. I
stepped up into the now full tub and eased into the very warm
water. Nicole sat a few feet away from me and I could feel her
bare legs on mine. "Wonder where Rachel is," she slurred
slightly, "she should be in here by now."

"Who cares?" I said, looking down from her face to the parts of
her body covered by the water. "How famous do you want to be?" I
said as I adjusted myself to be closer to her.

"Really famous," Nicole mumbled slightly now as I reached my hand
out and found bare thigh under the water. "You didn't work with
Ashley," she struggled to pronounce Tisdale. I confirmed that I
hadn't but I had worked with girls on 16 and Pregnant as well as
many other shows.

"There's no reason you can't become as famous as Ashley Tisdale,"
I said softly, moving in the water so that I faced her. My right
hand was still stroking her bare thigh while my left was touching
her belly. "You're just as funny, interesting and beautiful as
she is." Nicole blushed and shook her head. "No, it's true," I
persisted. My right hand now crept around the back of her thigh
towards her ass and my left up her slick skin towards her chest.
"All those emails we sent back and forth I got to know your
personality and I can think of a lot of shows I could put you on.
And once the world sees you on television?" My hands gently
squeezed her butt and one of her breasts as they found them under
the water, "it'll only be a matter of time until you're in movies
and are really famous." She blinked up at me and did not protest
the placement of my hands, rather she leaned forward and kissed
me.

The kiss deepened even as I pulled her away from the wall of the
tub and turned us around so that she straddled me underwater
while her now wet breasts were above the water line. Both of my
hands were now on her ass, holding her in place on my lap as our
tongues intertwined. Nicole had obviously kissed like this
before, her tongue found mine easily and they spiraled and danced
in each other's mouths. We came apart to breathe for a few
seconds and she was panting. "Take this off," I said, indicating
her bra. She obeyed without hesitation and her bra was thrown
into the bathroom to be balled up on the floor. I pulled one of
her nipples in my mouth and she gasped as I gently bit and rolled
it between my teeth. I repeated it on the other tiny pink spike.
Nicole's breasts were not large but as I've said, she had a bit
of baby fat and it allowed her curves to blossom. I guessed they
were a B cup. They were slick with the warm water in the tub and
I took the time to squeeze each of the firm breasts in my hands.
Nicole moaned and her hips moved as she grinded herself against
me. My mouth found her nipples again and I felt her reach up and
water cascaded around the side of my head. She was holding my
mouth in place at her chest, my tongue and teeth taking care of
each of her perfectly curved teen breasts. I pushed my hips
forward and she moaned again, grinding herself on me. I knew that
I was pushing against her panty covered entrance. "Take those
off," I whispered in her ear, through her wet hair which covered
her ears. She'd heard me though. Her hands went from my head to
below the water. I felt her shimmy against me and heard the water
splash up again as she brought her hands back above the water.
The black panties soared across the tiled bathroom floor.

The 13 year old smiled at me as she straddled me again. This time
there was no barrier between my cock and her tight little hole. I
felt the tip of me rest against her and I wanted nothing more
than to push inside of her, fill her not only with my cock but
also eventually with my hot cum. Here I sat, a middle-aged
graphic designer, in a hot tub with a naked 13 year old. Nicole's
smile turned into a look of pleasure as she adjusted herself and
I felt an inch of me slip inside of her hot depths. I pushed my
hips forward but she was too tight and the angle was too much.
Try as we might, we could not angle ourselves to allow me any
farther inside of her. Undeterred, she stood up and grabbed one
of the towels from the shelf above the tub, wrapping it around
herself. I stood up as well, my cock standing straight and poking
her in the back. She giggled and reached behind her as she
reached for a towel. The feeling was amazing as her hand
encircled me and she started to stroke back and forth. We stepped
out of the tub and hastily toweled dry on the tile before I
wrapped my arms around her and dropped her towel to the floor.
She did not resist me. She still did not resist me even as I
started to kiss her, nor when I picked her up and began to carry
her away from the bathroom and onto the carpet of the bedroom.
She was kissing me back as I laid her down on the bed and we only
broke apart when I stood up to move our clothes from the bed. I
took in the sight of her, on her back with her legs together and
bent slightly. I picked up the clothes and she skidded back on
the bedcover. I moved to place them on the television stand and
chanced a glance into the living room.

Rachel's brain had understood Nicole telling her to get ready for
skinny dipping. Her body had simply shut down, however. She was
passed out on the couch, her shirt still in her hands and her bra
unfastened in the front. The cups had fallen aside and exposed
her perfect tits. There was no tan line on them, Rachel had
darker skin anyway, but her breasts were the same shade as the
rest of her body. She must have suntanned topless, I thought to
myself as I looked hungrily at Rachel's tits. They were slightly
larger than Nicole's, a large B or a small C and they stood up on
her chest, no hint of a sag. I momentarily forgot about the naked
and wet teen on the bed and tiptoed across the living room
towards the couch. I knelt next to the couch and took one of her
brown nipples in my mouth. They were larger than Nicole's small
pink spikes. They spread themselves across the breasts, shrinking
slightly as I nibbled and licked at them. Rachel stirred slightly
as my mouth dragged across her shapely chest but she did not
wake. I sucked each of them for a few moments before getting back
to my feet. As badly as I wanted to stay, I had a very eager girl
in the next room and my desire to fuck was much greater than my
desire to make love to some titties.

Back into the bedroom and I doubted Nicole had noticed my
absence. She was in the same place I'd left her and in the same
position. I crawled onto the bed and felt her legs spread to let
me between them. She had a dazed and drunken smile on her face.
"I think your friend is passed out," I whispered. She tittered
drunkenly and mumbled something that I couldn't understand. I
didn't care what she said, I knelt straight up and with my hands
between us I found her entrance. I pushed the tip of me inside of
her again at first. She simpered up at me as I pushed another
inch inside of her. In the back of my mind, I knew that I was not
going to encounter anything while pushing inside of her. Nicole's
personality and willingness to fuck me told me in the back of my
mind that she had certainly done this before. With whom or when I
didn't particulary care. The little slut was mine. "I'm gonna
make you so famous," I hummed in her ear as I pushed more of
myself into me. She nodded, I could feel her move against my
chest. She was not making any move to stop me.

I pushed halfway in and I couldn't go any farther easily. I
pulled back out and pushed back. Nicole was hot and tight around
me. Her legs were wrapped around me and I felt her arms snake up
my own and rest on my back. I started to slide in and out of her.
Her wetness was soaking her pussy more than the hot tub water
now. She started to groan as I sunk more of myself inside of her.
I leaned my head down and resumed my attack on her slight
breasts. She whimpered as I nibbled and bit on her pink nipples.
She was mumbling under her breath words that I couldn't hear,
nearly inaudible noise that only added to the aura of the fact
that I was fucking a 13 year old girl. I pulled away from her
chest and lowered my ear down to hear her. "Make me famous, I'll
do anything," was all I could hear from her. I planted a hard
kiss on her and continued to rut myself into her. Her moans were
growing louder now but I made no move to stop her or try to
silence her. Nobody was around to hear her and she was drunk,
alone and getting fucked by a man she thought she knew. I grinned
down at her and she did the same back up at me. If only she knew
that she was spreading her legs for someone who had no power to
help her do anything!

Her orgasm ripped through her young body and I felt it ripple
around my cock. Her mouth was open as she came, a silent scream
of absolute pleasure as her body churned wave after wave of the
orgasm through her. I was not long after her, halfway inside of
her when she came and the tightness around me is what did me in.
I grunted and started to cum, taking no care to pull out of her
but instead took glee in shooting my cum as deep inside of Nicole
as I could, hoping to plant another seed inside of her but not
knowing or caring whether she became pregnant or not. Even if the
baby was mine, she had no way of knowing who I really was. My
orgasm subsided and the slickness of my cum allowed me to slide
my softening cock out of her. Nicole's eyelids fluttered as
though she was trying to look up at me but her eyes did not open,
she did not make to get up. She passed out on the bed and lay
quietly breathing.

I picked myself up from the bed and felt a devilish grin spread
over my face. Not bothering to wipe myself off, I crossed the
room and went back through the door into the living room. Rachel
had not moved since I had explored her breasts. Her bra was still
open and she was half laying on her side and half sitting up. I
didn't care. I found a spot on the sofa and pushed my slick cock
inside of her mouth. I felt her tongue move a little around me as
it took in part of me. I grabbed the back of her head and moved
the passed out girl's head back and forth on me, fucking her
mouth with the cock that had just fucked her friend. Rachel made
a few motions to stir but she did not wake up. My free hand
danced down her chest to her breasts, squeezing and groping at
her breasts while I pushed my cock into her unconscious mouth. I
felt another orgasm coming on and pulled my dick from her mouth.
She still had not stirred at my invasive touch. I started to jerk
myself harder and harder, thinking of the little cunt that was
inches away from me and how badly I wanted to fuck her as well.
But with a grunt and a moan I felt a thin wad shoot out and onto
Rachel's curvy tits. Another thin line appeared and another,
enough to spread on her chest. I thought of doing it myself but
instead I found her lifeless hands at her side and one crossed
over her naked stomach and used her hands to spread my cum across
her perfect tits.

I caught my breath as I looked down at Rachel. I wanted so badly
to pull her clothes off and fuck her right here on the couch. The
devil inside of me didn't care that she was likely a virgin and
it would be much more difficult to get away with. The angel side
of me won out, however the devil did get a little treat. I
grabbed my phone from my suitcase and snapped a few pictures of
the unconscious Rachel with her cum covered titties as well as my
dick between them and in her mouth before I clasped her bra back
and pulled her shirt over her head. In the bedroom, Nicole was
still out but I woke her up gradually over a few minutes. Her
eyes were almost closed in the light of the room and I knew she
would have a hell of a time driving home but I didn't care. I
explained that as much fun as I'd had, I had to get going. She
nodded slowly and I handed her the wet panties and bra from the
bathroom floor. They were only just damp as I'd rung them out
over the sink. She dressed quickly and I kissed her. "Keep quiet
about this and it'll only be a matter of 'when' not 'if' you get
famous, ok?" She kissed me back and again mimed locking her lips
and throwing away the key. We woke Rachel on the couch and at
first she worried that something had gone wrong but Nicole lied
to her.

"You fell asleep! I told you it might be boring!" Rachel nodded,
not remembering a thing that had happened. I walked them back to
the stairs, both girls were stumbling on their feet but Nicole
insisted that she was well enough to drive home. I walked down a
few flights with them before giving Nicole a final kiss and
telling her to keep in touch with me. They went down the rest of
the stairs and I climbed back up to the room. Without a glance
towards the window or the clock I cleaned. I folded the still
damp towels Nicole and I had used when we got out of the hot tub.
I cleaned up the bed so it did not show signs of having been
fucked on. I cleaned up the living room and got the room back to
normal, putting my papers away in the suitcase. I dumped the rest
of the vodka in with the pop and put that in the suitcase as
well. The bottle I threw away in the vending machine room at the
end of the hall before I descended the stairs back to my room on
the fourth floor. I did not leave the stairwell, rather I swiftly
got changed into my yahoo outfit, stashing the suit in the
suitcase and leaving the stairwell for the elevator. It was very
early in the morning, but it was high time that I took my good
luck with me for the night. I checked out of the room in my yahoo
outfit and my accented voice. The woman working the counter was
completely disinterested in me, more interested in the
conversation she was having on her cell phone. I signed out of
the room and she barely paid me any mind as I left the lobby and
headed towards my rental car. The lot was not full but still
fairly packed. I wondered how Nicole had managed to get home.

I drove through the morning only stopping to fuel up. I didn't
hear from either Madison or Nicole and I took that to mean that
all was well. No police stopped me either and I dropped off the
rental car at the halfway point home. My trip home was just as
uneventful and I arrived home late in the morning to the quiet
place I called home. First up was to wash the suit I'd worn as
well as burn the football jersey, wig and the fake ID's I'd used
to cover my tracks. I thought about the consequences of having
such a wonderful night as I'd just had. Would Madison have second
thoughts? Would Nicole be willing to meet me again? Would Rachel
figure out that she had a man's cum and her best friend's pussy
juice smeared all over her tits and hands? I didn't have to wait
long to have two answers to the three questions that were
pinballing around in my head.

Madison was the first to email me. Her email arrived in my
anonymous inbox in the afternoon. They'd left first thing that
morning, her parents and brothers had gotten in late and gone
right to bed. She hadn't felt well, she'd thrown up a little but
she chalked it up to nerves at having met me and the things we'd
done together, she had no idea that it was because of the alcohol
she'd been fed. The flight home was easy and the drive was quiet.
Apparently her brother hadn't had a good game and the family took
it to heart. She told me that her mother hadn't even looked at
her homework and that she only poked her head in the room to see
whether Madison was asleep or not. 'I know that the day is coming
when I'm gonna be long gone,' her email read, 'and I know I'm
gonna be much happier with people who want me around.' She told
me that she'd love to meet again but would be keeping everything
a secret, even deleting the emails she was going to send me as
well as the picture. She signed it with x's and o's and a winking
smile face.

Picture? I thought as I re-read the email. What picture? I shook
my head and went back to my email folder. There was another
message from Madison and this one bore an attachment. I hurried
to open the email. There was a picture and a short message. 'I
will be deleting this email and this picture as soon as I send it
but I just wanted to thank you for my present!' I clicked open
the picture and I actually audibly gasped. There on the screen,
wearing nothing but a pink 'Property of MTV' tanktop that was
ludicrously too big for her, was Madison. The shirt did not even
come close to fitting her and I could see her puffy nipples and
the genuine smile she wore. The smile seemed to cover more of her
body than the skimpy tanktop! The shirt was so big that she
couldn't wear both straps at the same time so she had the left
one on her shoulder. The neckline of the shirt hung below each of
her nipples and the shirt was at least down to the swell of her
butt. She'd taken the picture in the bathroom mirror, her glasses
in place and the sweet smile she wore so reminiscent of our time
together. I kept the picture and pulled out my phone to text her.
'Got your picture. Wow! Make sure you delete texts and phone
calls too.' A buzz a few minutes later told me she'd replied. The
message was filled with smile faces and just five simple words.
'I know. Will text u.' I looked at the picture she'd sent me
again and again for the next few hours. I ached to touch her
again, to taste the wonderful place between her legs, to feel her
mouth wrapped around me.

It was later that night until I heard from Nicole. Her email
wasn't quite as long. She'd gotten home fine. Rachel had gotten
sick but had no memory of the previous night or who she had met.
Nicole told me that she'd had a great time and looked forward to
meeting me again when I came around. 'I keep thinking about
Ashley Tisdale,' her email read, 'and I know that it's hard to
make it to be famous but I will do anything to get out of where I
am. Anything!' I thought of the fact that I'd cum inside of her.
Would she get pregnant? I was split. I wanted to impregnate as
many young girls as I could but I felt that Nicole would be the
kind of girl I could get some action from on a semi-regular basis
if I were to travel. She had not included a picture but I typed
out a response similar to the one I'd sent Madison, reminding her
to be careful with any of our emails or texts, to not let anyone
see them at all. I plugged my phone into the computer and removed
the pictures I'd taken of Rachel. I wondered if I'd ever see her
again. I doubted it, as she hadn't remembered anything about the
previous night and before the alcohol had effected her, she
showed no interest in having a middle aged man show any sort of
interest in her.

I checked a few other emails with girls. I was going to lay low
for another few weeks, hopefully not as long as I had with Erica.
I replied to a few more girls and I found that it was getting
easier for me to chat to these girls as I met a few of them and
got to know what it was like to be around girls this age. I was
getting close to meeting a few more in person now. The first whom
I was extremely eager to meet a 14 year old named Shelby who was
a bragger about how much of a party girl she was and was eager to
be cast on a new show I invented called "Festive Females" which
featured us putting girls in a house over a summer and letting
them party all the time. I asked Shelby for pictures, explicitly
asking her to show me what she thought a party girl should look
like. My other two contacts were a 15 year old who I contemplated
giving the Erica treatment, as I had never had a latina girl
before and this girl named Gabriela was getting my attention. She
was just out of the picture taking stage and she had the latina
girl figure, a big butt and an ample chest. I asked her if she
would like to talk on the phone and possibly set up a meeting.

The last girl getting close to meeting me was a girl named
Autumn. She wasn't far from Shelby, they lived about 45 minutes
from each other but Autumn was 16 and easily one of the dumbest
girls I'd met yet. She was even dumber than Erica and received
even less supervision as her father split time working in
construction and truck driving and her mom was a truck driver
full time. I asked Autumn to send a few photos of her. I
neglected giving Autumn a theme because I didn't think she'd be
able to figure it out. Emails completed, I went off to bed for
the night. My dreams were again not full of handcuffs or police
sirens but of Madison and Nicole alternating sucking my dick
before I shot all over Rachel's face.