"Stand up," Ms Lewis said, "turn around for me."

Jessie did as she was told, knowing the producer would find no reason to be disappointed. She was shy but her Mom told her she looked good and she knew it. So far this interview had gone very well, and her anxiety had faded little by little. Though she had not expected to, she'd quickly developed a liking and a sense of respect for the handsome, stern woman seated at the other side of the desk, with her tall, thin body and her short-cut hair, streaked with silver. Though she was past fifty, she was in a good physical state, and the years had given her a confidence, elegance and grace that Jessie rarely found in girls her own age.

"Looking good," Ms Lewis said. "You're a pretty girl, Jessie."

"Thank you," Jessie smiled. The praise had been expected but she still enjoyed hearing it, even though she knew Ms Lewis probably said it to every girl she came across.

"Are you ready to go on, then?"

Jessie wasn't certain what going on would entail, but she was more than ready for it and so were her Mom and Dad who were seated at the back of the room watching her audition. There was a camera on a tripod standing in the corner of the room, on Ms Lewis side of the desk, and Jessie's eyes had wandered in that direction ever since she first stepped into the room. It had been turned off up until now, but Jessie hoped it was just a matter of time. Being filmed was, after all, what she'd come for.

Ms Lewis followed her line of gaze. "I see you've noticed the camera. I like to tape the second part of the interview, both for future reference and to see how you behave before the camera. You don't mind, do you?"

"Not at all, Ms Lewis."

The producer took up the small remote she had lying on the desk, aimed it at the camera and pressed "on". There was no sound, but a small lamp on the camera began to blink red.

"Now, then. Just be yourself, and everything will go well. I'm going to ask you some questions, just for the benefit of the camera, and then we will get started. Please remain standing, that's a good girl. Can you tell me your name?"

"Jessie," Jessie said.

"And how old are you, Jessie?"

"I just turned eleven, Ms Lewis."

"Can you explain in your own words why you're here?"

"I'm here to audition for a movie, Ms Lewis."

"What kind of a movie?"

"Well... erotic, I guess."

"Are you here willingly?"

Now Jessie began to understand the purpose of the questions. She looked at her parents as if hoping for an answer, then relaxed and smiled. "Of course."

"You've not been coerced, intimidated or threatened in any way?"

Jessie blushed remembering all the talk and preparations at home, all the assurances and promises that everything will be just fine. "Quite the opposite, actually. I've always wanted to do this."

"Do you like sex, Jessie?"

"Ummm... kinda."

"With boys or with girls."

"Girls." Though her only experience thus far was being masturbated by her Mom and Dad every night before bed time. This little interview was turning her on, but she wasn't sure if there was anything more than professional interest in Ms Lewis gaze.

"Have you ever participated in movies before?"

"No, Ms Lewis, this would be a first."

"All right, Jessie. I'm going to ask you to do a number of things for me. Any time you're not comfortable following my orders, you can just say so, and this interview will be over. Everything is completely voluntary, and you decide how far we go. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ms Lewis."

"Do you wish continue?"

"I'd like that," Jessie said looking proudly at the back of the room.

The strict woman gave one of her rare smiles. "Do you enjoy being hurt, Jessie?"

"Sometimes. On my nipples, and-" She blushed again.

"Let's start with your nipples. Take off your T-shirt."

Jessie's hands shook a little as she pulled the T-shirt over her head, letting it fall. Her budding nipples stiffened as the air touched them.

"Very nice." Ms Lewis stood up, and motioned for Jessie to come closer. "Mind if I touch them?"

"Go ahead, Ms Lewis," Jessie said. Heat spread through her body as the woman caressed and fondled her small, cherry sized breasts, tweaked and pulled at each nipple, flicking them with a finger. Jessie felt her clit twitch in response to ever tug at the rings, and she shifted to rub her thighs together.

"Do you like this?"

"Yes, Ms Lewis," Jessie said breathlessly, enjoying the woman's firm, unapologetic touch. "It feels good." It was a disappointment when the woman stepped back.

"What else do you enjoy playing with?"

"My... vagina."

"Would you mind showing it to me - and the camera?"

She nodded and began to take off her heels.

"Leave those, dear. Just the skirt, please."

Jessie looked back and saw her parents watching her with interest and there were few other people too who entered the studio quietly to watch the audition of the new child-star in the making.

Jessie pulled down her skirt, revealing a tiny white g-string with barely enough fabric to cover her hairless pussy lips. The damp spot on her underwear clearly revealed her arousal, and she pulled it down quickly, both hoping and fearing that Ms Lewis would have seen it. Her pussy was smooth, plump and little pink clitoris peaked out from under the hood, squeezing between the folds of her warm, soft flesh.

"Why don't you sit down on the desk and spread your legs, so that we can all see it better?"

This time Jessie hesitated a little before she obeyed, sitting down on the producer's desk with her legs spread and her pussy lips open, wearing high heeled sandals and nothing more. The desk was firm and cold against her bottom. She glanced towards the camera, knowing that whoever watched this tape afterwards was going to be able to see everything and she felt little humilated by being used like this. And yet the thought of it excited her, and when Ms Lewis asked for permission to touch her privates she could barely contain her eagerness. She gasped as the woman's nails touched her labia, playing with it, pulling it back and forth around the hood of her tiny clitoris. She licked her lips and tried to bite back a moan, but her swollen clit and the wetness between her legs told the story of her arousal well enough, despite her attempts to hide it.

"Do you like being molested, Jessie?" Ms Lewis voice was getting hoarse.

"Yes..." Jessie managed, clutching her hands around the edges of the desk.

Ms Lewis caressed the outlines of her pussy lips with a finger. "Do you play with yourself often?"

"Yes, Ms - Ms Lewis." Jessie's voice shook, and she spread her legs more to give the producer better access, shifting to get her fingers where she wanted them. "My... Mom and Dad... Five, six - sometimes seven times a week."

"That's quite a lot for a little girl. They must love you very much, Jessie." Ms Lewis pinched her outer lips hard, and held on until Jessie began to squirm. She let go only to pinch again, harder this time. Jessie gasped. "Does this hurt, dear?"

"Yes, Ms Lewis."

"Do you like it when it hurts?"

"Yes," Jessie whispered, laying her head back. The pain was sharp and hot and delicious, running like heat under her skin.

Ms Lewis slapped her pussy lightly. "You're a naughty little girl, aren't you? Asking your dear old parents to get you off seven times a week, spreading your legs for a stranger, liking it when I hurt you. That's naughty, isn't it?"

"Yes, Ms Lewis, I'm sorry."

"Would you like to be good?" the producer asked, teasing her clit with the tip of her fingernail, her touch as light as a feather. It drove Jessie insane.

"Yes, Ms Lewis," Jessie gasped, not caring what she said. "Please."

Ms Lewis slapped her pussy again, hard enough to make her yelp. "I don't think your parents were strict enough with you, were they? What are they going to say now when they see what a bad little girl they'd raised? Have they ever spanked you?"

"No, Ms Lewis."

"No wonder you turned out the way you did. Naughty little girls like you need to be spanked, don't they?" She gave Jessie's pussy three more slaps in rapid succession, and Jessie screamed and panted, twisting at the edge of the seat. Every slap brought her closer to an orgasm, and she'd do anything to make it continue. She agreed to everything the producer said, mindlessly. Yes, I need a spanking, I'm sorry, please teach me to be good, please please please, and Ms Lewis watched her beg and plead and then ordered her to stand up and bend over the desk and face her Mom and Dad at the back of the room so they could see her face, with her legs spread as widely as she could. She caressed her buttocks and the inside of her thighs, feeling the dampness there. Jessie couldn't believe how turned on and humiliated at the same time she was getting. The camera was running silently, recording everything that happened between the child and adults in the room.

The first slap across her bottom made her gasp, the next one squirm, and then the slaps followed in an even succession, warming her bottom and making it sting. Her breaths grew heavy and every slap called deep moans from her throat. She lost track of time, of thought, of everything but the delicious feeling of Ms Lewis strong hands against her reddening skin.

"Do you want me to stop?" Ms Lewis asked after a while. "You may beg me to stop if you wish."

"No," Jessie said feeling ashamed of her own desires, "please, please continue punishing me, please, I- oh!" Another slap, the hardest one yet, silenced her. She arched her back, sticking out her buttocks to prove how welcome the rough treatment was. Ms Lewis kept going a little longer, then ran one hand over the hot, tender skin and used the other to play with her clit. Jessie clenched her hands, moaning into the desk. Her legs trembled.

"That's a good girl," Ms Lewis said. "Good girls like to be fucked, now, don't they?"

Jessie murmured something unintelligible, pushing her little pussy back against the woman's hand.

"My God, you're wet. I'm sure I could get my whole hand up there if I wanted to." Jessie doubted it, but she would have given anything for the woman to try. Instead Ms Lewis ordered her to stand up and face the camera and the audience. Jessie obeyed, feeling very small and shaky.

"I've got a little test for you, Jessie," Ms Lewis said, as she walked around the camera to control it herself. "You're going to get a chance to show me why I should hire you. I get a lot of parents bringing their pretty little daughters in this office, you see, and I only want the best. Give us a nice little show now. Get yourself off, but not too fast. Make it hot for the camera."

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That evening she lay on her bed in her bedroom, camera and roles forgotten. Jessie was exhausted, still soaking in the afterglow of pleasure, body radiating heat and her Mom and Dad held her close, enjoying the scent of their little girl on their fingers and the softness of her naked body pressed against theirs.

"Liked that, did you?"

Jessie giggled happily. "Like you couldn't tell."

"You looked really hot. You'd make a great porn star."

"Just for you," Jessie said. "It was fun doing, but I'm not sure I ever want to watch it."

"Yes, you do," her Mom ran her fingers through Jessie's hair. "You love watching yourself. Think I haven't notice how you always seek out mirrors when we play? You little slut, you." The word was said with affection, making Jessie smile.

"And speaking of sluts... I've got an idea for another game, some time, if you'd like to."

"Yeah? What's that?" Jessie rolled over, looking her parents in the eyes.

"Well... we've tought you'd like to play a child prostitute."