The Protege - Chapter 15: London to Los Angeles (Mg Fsolo ped oral swallow voy masturbation)

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Chapter 15: London to Los Angeles

The second day of the show was more hectic with twice the number of people attending and several additional vendors and classic cars added to the floor. It made taking our shots a little more tricky, and I helped Piper understand how to read the flow of people around our location and to get into spots which gave less obstructed views of what we were photographing. It was much warmer inside that day, as well, more body heat, more bustle. Piper and I were both sweating by the time we took a lunch break, sharing a fish and chips and some sliced apples.

My phone vibrated and I checked it. Piper giggled when I saw that it was from her. The text read:

♥ ♥ ♥ Love you, Uncle Patrick! ♥ ♥ ♥

I smiled at Piper, "I love you, too."

"I wanna send you something..."

"What?"

"Oh," Piper blushed, "some pictures I took of me in the bathroom..."

"Err..." I stammered, "don't. Don't send them, Piper..."

"Why?"

"It's illegal."

"But I took it!"

"Doesn't matter. You send that and you might bring cops right to us... It's child pornography, and it's illegal."

Piper pouted, "Sorry, I didn't know that."

"I know. Keep that sort of thing for just us, okay? Off the phones completely. Do me a favor..."

"What?"

"Delete anything you took with your phone like that... anything with you naked or doing anything... naughty."

Piper nodded, "Okay... also, what's naughty really mean, Uncle Patrick?"

"It means appearing sexual, in this case."

"Oh. Like the pictures we took at the private show?"

"Exactly."

"Okay..."

I watched her delete several photos from her phone. I didn't look closely enough to see anything, instead ensuring no one got close enough to see her screen. I was certainly aroused to imagine what sorts of things she might have wanted me to see.

- - -

I was rather beat by the time we headed for dinner near our hotel, an Irish pub with a large, sprawling interior featuring dark wood and Celtic themed décor. I got a shepherd's pie, heavy with mashed potatoes and minced meats, and Piper dug into a dish called Dublin coddle which featured bacon and sausage with onions and chunks of potato in a thin sauce. I drank a dark Irish stout while Piper enjoyed a cola.

She looked as tired as I felt, so I suggested we head back to the hotel after our meal and relax. While Piper showered, I uploaded our photos from the event. My phone rang. It was my boss, Marilyn.

"Hey, Patrick. How is London going so far?"

"Great, thanks. Hectic day, but we're getting it done."

"Good to hear. Listen, I got a call from Milton's widow earlier..." she told me, referring to the wife of the man who died a few weeks earlier, Milton the regular photographer for the ModelLight events before I took over.

"Okay..."

"She has some things of Milton's that he had stored away. They're sealed boxes, several of them. He left a note attached that they were to go to whomever replaced him on the ModelLight gigs..."

I pursed my lips, "What do you suppose he saved?"

I heard Marilyn hesitate, "Not really sure... I'll be honest, Patrick... I don't really want our company to be handling... whatever is in those boxes. Not directly, at least..."

I nodded as I replied, "Seems maybe Milton kept a few mementos of the shots he took?"

"Dunno, honestly, but... aside from the official stuff we do for ModelLight... I worry about what might be in those boxes..."

"So what do you want me to do?"

"When are you back in LA?"

"Monday."

"Milton's widow is still living nearby, not too far from your place, I think. Can you possibly swing by and talk to her Monday, or Tuesday? See what she wants done?"

"I dunno, Marilyn..."

"I'll go with you, if that's okay... Unofficial, like."

There were several questions popping into my head, not the least of which was why Marilyn wanted to go see what was in Milton's boxes. She'd never been chummy with me, and I rarely saw her in person. Something about the whole thing felt strange. But I told her, "I don't have a car, so we'll have to cab it..."

"I have a truck. Ring me when you get in Monday and we'll go over if you're feeling up to it..."

I told her I would and hung up, then sat a moment trying to figure out what was going on. Too little information to work with, I shrugged, shook my head, and finished uploading the photos from the car show.

- - -

I thought we might relax a bit and do a more casual job on Saturday and Sunday, but the opposite was true. Both days were packed with people and special viewings, presentations and awards and all sorts of moments needing me to capture the scenes. Piper hustled along with me all weekend, and each night, we were both too tired to do more than eat a late meal and collapse after a shower.

Our flight out of Gatwick took off early, and we both slept as we could on the long, direct flight to LAX. Piper was a little grumpy, complaining about her stomach and her neck, neither of which were helped by the airline food and barely-comfortable seats in the main cabin. By the time we caught a ride from LAX to my apartment, there was no chance I was going to head out anywhere that night. Piper showered, and I let Marilyn know I was in no shape to go over to Milton's widow's place that night, agreeing we could go on Tuesday. Before I forgot, I transferred all the photos I'd saved of Lena and her parents to the personal laptop I kept in my apartment and securely erased the images from my travel computer.

"Sorry, Uncle Patrick," Piper said, completely naked, after she came out of the shower.

"For what?"

"I've been a grump today and I didn't mean to."

I smiled at her and offered a hug, "It's fine. It's been a very long week. We've got a couple of days to unwind now. You've been great, really."

She grinned, "Yeah, okay. Cause... I hope, maybe in the morning? You can orgasm me again? It's been daaaaaays!"

I caressed her soft bottom a moment, then said, "Promise I will."

"Okay, good... I'm real sleepy... wanna come to bed?"

I nodded, "Let me get a quick shower, and then, yes, I'll be in shortly."

"Kay. Love you, Uncle Patrick," the girl said before sharing her wet, warm lips with me.

- - -

I woke feeling a little off, the jet lag mild but present even as I stretched and enjoyed the soft, comfortable mattress in my own apartment. Piper was snoring softly beside me. It had been several days since we'd been intimate, our hectic work schedule leaving little energy for more than a shared kiss or caress since the first night or two in London.

Despite my jet lag, I needed to feel Piper right then and I cupped her bottom gently, the girl on her side facing away from me. She didn't stir at first and I quietly touched her body, stroking her buttocks, sliding a finger into the cleft and teasing her little butthole before kissing Piper's neck softly. She sighed in her sleep but didn't fully rouse. I moved closer, letting my half-hard penis rest against her back as I moved a hand over her hip and down to the lovely, smooth flesh between her thighs.

Piper woke then and giggled, "Just like you promised, Uncle Patrick?"

I kissed her shoulder and began to play with the child's hairless cunt. "Mmm-hmm..."

She panted lightly as I touched her pussy and gasped quietly when I parted her thighs slightly and slipped a finger into her tight little vagina. Piper was a little wet there, and I probed her hot, slick hole slowly, not in a hurry at all.

But Piper was not so restrained. She pushed her crotch onto my hand and started to ride it, her hips shifting forward and back as my finger slipped a little deeper into her cunt. I felt her hard pink clit pressing against my palm and so I rubbed it while fingering her hole, Piper's vagina growing more wet the longer I touched her there.

It took little time for the eleven-year old to orgasm, her sweet cries so wonderful in the early morning, "Mmmm... Mmmm... Mmmmm... Ohhhhh! Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm! Ohhhhhmmmm..."

I slowed but didn't stop fingering Piper until her climax had peaked and she grew sweaty and flushed against me. Then I drew away my hand, bringing it to my face. I sniffed Piper's scent, my penis throbbing in excitement when I smelled her lovely little girl odors. I sucked on my finger, tasting Piper's wetness. Her hand moved back to me, grasping my cock and knuckling it gently against her back.

She flipped over, sharing a kiss with me as she retook my penis, then I dragged her over me, putting her wet hairless pussy on my groin, my penis held down against my body where Piper's little labia straddled my shaft. She leaned down to kiss me again, and I moved her hips with my hands, dragging her along my length. "God, Piper... you are so hot!"

"Mmm... I like this, Uncle Patrick... I can't wait until you want to sex me..."

I surged, my cock trapped and throbbing. Piper's wetness had made my rigid flesh slippery and in moments, I felt her start to orgasm again, the child rubbing her hard clit against my cock. I didn't last much longer, releasing my load between us, cum splashing onto my abdomen and coating part of Piper's crotch as the tip of my penis nudged just inside her labia, the last few spurts of cum right against her vulva and clit.

I looked down between us, the sticky mess there so sexy when I saw how much cum was between Piper's thighs. She giggled and continued to slowly rock her hips against me even as my penis softened. Pulling her down for another kiss, I slid her off me when my flesh became too sensitive for more contact. I could feel my cum cooling on my stomach and groin, some of it sliding down my sides and over my balls. I knew Piper's thighs were dripping with my semen, as well.

- - -

After a shower shared between us, soft kisses and touches, especially my hands fondling Piper's lovely little bottom, we got dressed. Piper started practicing her routines, one aimed at the next ModelLight competition, and one she wanted to refine for the upcoming event with the Panther Studios team.

I called Marilyn's office number and she picked up immediately. "What time do you want to go over?" I asked.

She replied, "I just talked to Georgia," referring to Milton's widow, "she's available all day. I can skate out of the office around eleven if you are free..."

"I can do that..."

"It'll take a bit to get out to you, but I should be there by eleven-thirty to pick you up."

I hung up after agreeing to the arrangement and then let Piper know what was going on that day. "I'll see if Marilyn can drop you down at the dance place while we head over to Milton's widow's home."

Piper narrowed her eyes, pausing in mid-step, "Why can't I go with you?"

I shrugged, "I suppose it's up to you, but this is kinda a special work thing," I told her, a white lie, "so it is just gonna be boring, I think. Wouldn't you rather get some time in with the instructors? They're surely gonna want to ensure you're ready for the competition on Thursday."

Piper nodded, "Yeah, okay... you'll pick me up after?"

"I'll be back to you as quickly as possible, yes. Take a change of clothes with you, maybe we'll walk back and grab some food from that Thai place nearby."

"Sounds okay, then," she told me, then went back to moving her body sensually and with focus.

- - -

Marilyn was professionally dressed in a conservative grey-blue dress which snuggly rounded her neck and probably came down to her ankles, though with her seated in her oversized truck, it was tough to tell. She was reasonably pretty, probably mid-thirties with her light brunette hair cut around her neckline. She always reminded me of Heather Graham a bit, though without the huge rack and bedroom eyes. I climbed into the truck with Piper sitting in the narrow back bench behind us. I introduced them quickly and Marilyn drove us to the dance studio.

I hugged Piper and promised to be back soon, then the girl disappeared inside and Marilyn set us in motion to the south towards Georgia's home in the hills.

"Your niece a stunner, Patrick," Marilyn told me as we waited at a stop light. "I can see why she's a model."

"Yeah... that she is," I demured.

"And she models for ModelLight?"

"Yeah..."

"How lovely..." Marilyn said, pressing hard on the gas to overtake a slow sedan. "Must be a rather difficult thing for you to watch her perform, huh?"

"Uh," I paused, then asked, "Marilyn... at first you seemed to know almost nothing about the ModelLight competitions... but I'm getting the sense you know more than you let on... care to fill me in?"

She drove silently a moment, then said in a quiet voice, "I took part in a couple of competitions... when I was your niece's age... been so long ago, I've forgotten most of it..."

"You modeled?"

She narrowed her eyes as she turned quickly to look at me, "Jeez, Patrick... that an insult?"

"No! No, I meant... I'm just surprised that you did ModelLight, that's all..."

"Wasn't called ModelLight then, forget what they went by, but... yeah. My mother took me to a couple of shows to compete..."

I blinked a couple of times, "Seriously? How'd it go?"

She shrugged, "Okay... I was eleven at the time... I really enjoyed the competitions..."

"And... after a couple... you never went back?"

Marilyn replied, "We couldn't really afford to keep going... plus... I think my mother didn't really approve of what was going on there..."

"Skimpy outfits... private shows..."

"Yeah, all that..."

It occurred to me what Marilyn might be after by going with me to see Milton's widow. "Hoping Milton might have some photos of you performing?"

She nodded, "I'd love to see them, if he did... yeah... I think Mother might have had some at some point, but when she died a couple years ago, I never found them in her belongings... I kinda want to see myself like that again..."

Marilyn drove in silence for a while, then she said, "Is it... tough, Patrick?"

"What?"

"You know... seeing... little girls... so sexualized?"

I swallowed hard, not wanting to admit too much, "Err... It's... it's a job..."

"Not really an answer..."

"I know..."

Marilyn let it be and we were soon pulling up at an aging ranch-style home in an old neighborhood, a few bushes obscuring the front of the house but little in the way of serious landscaping in the yard. We stepped out and Marilyn followed me to the door, where I knocked a couple of times.

The woman who greeted us was a bit of a surprise. Milton had been quite old, decrepit, really. His widow, Georgia, was much, much younger, maybe in her late forties, though the stress and strain of her husband's death added lines and shadows on her face. She looked very tired as she greeted us evenly and walked us into a small library. Georgia pointed to a dozen large metal and vinyl boxes, saying, "That's what he left for you, I suppose."

"Any idea what's inside?" I asked.

She shrugged, "Didn't look. I never pried into my husband's private things. Something regarding his work, I think. Otherwise... dunno. All yours, though."

Georgia dismissed us, saying she wished to take an early nap, so Marilyn and I loaded up the boxes in her truck and said goodbye quickly. We paused when I settled the last one into the bed of her vehicle, "Shall we at least see what we're about to take away?" I asked.

"Dying to..."

Taped to the top of one of the boxes was a small silver metal key, almost a skeleton type, along with a note. The note read:

To be given to my replacement when my time is over. Do not open otherwise. Private.

I was surprised his widow hadn't bothered to at least peek inside. Though, maybe she actually had looked and simply lied to us. I took the key, set it into the lock, and clicked it open.

Inside were stacks of polaroids and packs of negatives. Milton had been a photographer for decades, and it seemed he stashed away some of his less digital images in the boxes. I picked up a stack and thumbed through them.

The first few were clearly from a ModelLight event, or one of its predecessors. Young models, not terribly clearly snapped, were lined up in a hallway. I guessed the images were taken sometime in the 1970s based on the hair styles of the adults seen in the shots. The little girls could have been from most any era, though a few of their outfits suggested a similar time frame. It shouldn't have been much of a surprise to see skimpy clothing, revealing fabrics stretched over budding chests and private places. I handed one of the images to Marilyn and she silently stared at it a moment.

"Well, guess we have some idea what Milton has left us," I said to the woman, "it's gonna take some time to go through these..."

She nodded, turning the photo over. There were some coded numbers on the back. I knew from my classes that Polaroid marked manufacturing information in those strings, but they meant nothing to me at that moment. Marilyn asked, "Are you free tonight, perhaps? I'd love to see if I can find any of me..."

"Err... yeah. Piper and I were going to get some dinner when we got back... feel like joining us, then we can head to my place after?"

Marilyn nodded. "I need to get back to the office for a couple of hours first... I suppose we should get on with it."

I closed and locked the box and stuffed it into bed of her truck, Marilyn slamming the gate loudly before we climbed into the cab and headed back towards my apartment.

- - -

I watched Piper a while without her seeing me. Marilyn had dropped me off at my apartment along with the boxes of photographs, then offered me a ride down to the studio before heading to her office. Piper was working with an instructor who was showing her a small dip in a turn which Piper matched perfectly.

The young woman, Janie, who had been in the place when I'd come by the first time was there, and she came over to tell me, "She really is good, you know? Like... I don't think we've ever had anyone just show up and be able to do the things she does. You said she's competing in another circuit, right?"

"Yeah, uh, she is..."

"I recall... you didn't remember the name..."

"Oh, uh... Yeah, don't remember still..."

"I'll ask her, then. Would love to see one of her competitions some time! We're small potatoes, really, but the girls have a lot of fun."

I cringed but didn't reply. I wasn't sure what Piper might tell her, but the truth about her competing for ModelLight was something we'd talked about several times, should it come up. I didn't recall if we'd decided on a plausible legitimate circuit to say she had joined.

Piper saw me after a few more minutes and smiled. The girl was sweaty and happy, flushed from the exertion. "Hey, Uncle Patrick!"

"Hey, having a good time?"

"Very good, yeah. Ms. Kelly is really fun to work with!"

"That's great."

"We're done for the day. She thinks I'm pretty much ready for Thursday... I'm gonna get to go, right?"

I nodded, "It will be an early morning on Friday, but... yeah, we can manage it."

"Neat!" Piper exclaimed.

"Hey, Ms. Piper!" Janie said, walking over again and telling the girl how much she liked seeing her practice. "I was just asking your uncle here what circuit you do, you know, internationally?"

Piper looked at me, eyes a little wider, "Uh... I kinda... just show up to some..."

Janie narrowed her eyes, "Well... they just let you come and go?"

"Uh-huh. I just let them know ahead of time, and... well... Uncle Patrick gets me to wherever I need to be..."

"And you aren't part of any particular circuit?"

Piper shook her head, the lie concealed behind a rather innocent, aloof expression, "Nope, I just get to try them all!"

Janie was clearly not convinced, but she shrugged anyway, saying, "Well... you're certainly good enough to go international. Hey, if you ever have a show in LA, could you let me know? I'd love to see you on a big stage!"

Piper nodded, "Of course!"

- - -

"So, my boss, Marilyn, is going to come over tonight. We got the boxes from Milton's widow..."

"What's in them?"

"Old photographs he took of the ModelLight competitions, from what we saw in one..."

Piper pursed her lips as we walked back to my apartment, both of us sweating from the heat, "Why's she coming over, then?"

"Turns out... Marilyn did a couple of competitions when she was your age..."

"Really?!"

"Yep," I replied, "she's hoping maybe Milton had some photos of her. Marilyn never got to see the shots he took, but she's pretty sure he was the photographer at the time."

"Neat! I hope he has some."

"We'll see," I said, "any way, she's gonna come over. I invited her to dinner first, so, since she's got a long drive through rush hour, we might have to eat a little later than expected. Want to grab a snack on our way back, to tide us over?"

"Yep. I'm starving!"

- - -

Since we were going to a Thai place for our meal with Marilyn, we decided to stop in at a small Hispanic tienda and picked up freshly fried empanadas to munch on. Piper ate one on the remainder of the walk, and then ate her second once we were home. Marilyn planned to be along around seven, and we still had a couple of hours before her arrival.

I suggested Piper and I both shower, so we stripped down, turned on the hot water, and prepared to step into the hot steam. I smelled Piper's body quite strongly as we stood there. Her scent was sweaty and warm, so perfectly her that I inhaled against her neck while caressing her soft bottom. Piper giggled and purred as I touched and sniffed her. I leaned down, kneeling, parted her buttocks and inhaled her stronger scents there.

"Eww," she laughed, "you're smelling my butt!"

It wasn't just the ripe scent of Piper's sweaty bottom that I inhaled, but the lovely, little girl arousal which was held against her hairless folds. I let my nose move lower and higher, enjoying the different odors on her body, fully hard by the time she giggled and got into the shower.

Inside, I asked, "Can I make you cum?"

She tilted her head, then said, "Not right now... But I can orgasm you, right?"

I grinned, "I'd love that..."

For several long moments, I kissed Piper in the shower while her hands worked up and down my shaft. I pulsed in her fingers, pushing my glans against her body, soon erupting and coating Piper's abdomen with my semen, the pungent cum quickly drooling down and making her hairless slit slick and sticky. Piper ran her hands through it a moment, kissed me again, then I helped her wash away my spunk, feeling a little drained but very sated.

- - -

Cleaned up, Piper put on a lovely knee-length dress which fluttered at the bottom, and I wore a light-yellow button up dress shirt with khaki slacks. Marilyn was on time to pick us up and greeted us with a smile, complimenting Piper on her dress as we climbed into the cab, Piper in the seat behind me.

The Thai restaurant was busy, so we had to wait a few minutes for a table, but once inside and settled, Marilyn's excitement for the photographs came out quickly. In hushed tones, she said, "I really hope there are some of me in those boxes... I really hate that I never got to see the photos he took of me."

I nodded, "We'll find out before long."

"Do you get to see ones of you, Piper?"

"Yep. I love modeling for Uncle Patrick's camera," she grinned.

"I bet you look lovely in every one."

Piper beamed, "I try."

"She's a fantastic model," I confirmed. "Piper really has an eye for how to pose and move, makes me look good, that's for sure."

Marilyn paused, looking a little rosy, "And... the private show you did in Berlin? What, uh... what was different about those?"

I swallowed. "Well... they are more... uh... provocative."

Marilyn's voice was a hush, "How so?"

"It's... complicated..."

I could see the woman struggle with whether to push me for more. Her curiosity won out. "Are the girls... naked?"

I swallowed hard again, deciding to tell Marilyn the truth, "Yes... and... there are people... watching... and pleasuring themselves."

"Oh... my... Did... did you take your niece with you for that one?"

I nodded.

"So she saw... what was happening?"

"Yeah..."

Her eyes went from me to Piper and back to me. "That must make it... difficult... for both of you..."

I had a general sense of what she was pushing me to admit, but I had already said more than I was comfortable telling her, "It's just a job..." I offered weakly, thankfully saved by the waitress bringing our meals.

- - -

Marilyn did not bring the subject up again during dinner, and she drove us back to my apartment where the three of us sat on the couch and started trying to get a grip on all the things in Milton's boxes.

A couple had old negatives and Polaroids, like the one we'd first opened, others had glossy print outs, full size and smaller ones, too. The girls were all beautiful and generally sexually displayed. Marilyn said at one point, "Milton must have kept copies of everything..."

I nodded, "So it seems. There are decades of shots in here..."

Piper said little but was clearly enjoying a chance to see the models and their performances from years past.

Two of the boxes held video tapes. I hadn't had a VHS player in many years so we had no immediate way to see what was on them.

Two boxes had something much more explicit. There were hundreds of magazines, with a variety of names, featuring smiling, sexually-dressed little girls on the cover. Some very young, some in mid-puberty, but each cover model seemed to have been one participating in a ModelLight event. Inside, the contents rather shocked me.

There were what I assumed to be fictional stories written around each set, a single girl's "experience" detailed in prurient fashion. The first one I read suggested the girl, named Ilana, was only eight and had enjoyed sex with a dozen men and two women already, teasing the viewer with shots taken from the competition. The next one told a story of a girl of twelve who let her uncle touch her for years before she finally decided to spread her legs and let him have her virginity. That one immediately hit a little close to home.

"I always wondered..." Marilyn breathed as she flipped the pages of another magazine. Then she rapidly pawed through the stacks until she pulled out three or four. "This was the period I was involved..."

She opened one, flipped through, then opened a second, stopping on an image set and catching her breath. "Oh... my..."

I leaned over and saw the girl, named Marilyn, staring back at me with a familiar smile and an outfit which was both transparent and thin, allowing her immature genitals to clearly show in the five shots attached to the story.

The woman began to read out loud.

Sweet young Marilyn is a newcomer on the scene, innocent until very recently. Only eleven, she found out the joys of the flesh between her legs over two years earlier and loves to touch herself whenever she can. Can't you just imagine the pleasure she feels when she cums, her hairless sex wet and swollen? Would you sniff her first, or lick her instead? Why choose, do both!

Marilyn swallowed and I looked at her face. It was a mask of confusion and, I thought, perhaps arousal. She continued.

After school one day, little Marilyn was stopped by a nice man in a car who asked for directions. She told him how to get to the library, then when he asked if she might show him, the trusting girl slid in beside the middle-aged man.

Soon, she was feeling rather naughty and decided to tease the man, hiking up her skirt and showing off the silky pink panties covering her sex. It wasn't long before our lucky hero was touching her thighs and then sliding his trembling fingers right between her legs! Marilyn had never let anyone touch her there before, but pretty soon, it felt better than when she did it herself.

Her climax in the man's car made her crave more, so she had no concerns at all when the man pulled off somewhere dark and quiet and pulled his bulging cock out for her to touch. She did so, giggling when it throbbed. He told her to lick it and then put it in her mouth, and Marilyn obliged, smiling to be doing something so naughty! It didn't take long for little Marilyn to taste his cum and develop a strong desire for such delights.

The man drove her back to where he'd picked her up, telling her he hoped she'd go for a ride again with him. Marilyn promised she would. But she looked for the man's car for weeks and never saw him again. But her desire to taste a man's cum only grew stronger. Are you the next man to feed your cum to little eleven-year old Marilyn? Look for her and you might find out the delights of a little girl's mouth, and who knows, maybe you will be the lucky guy who gets to poke her virgin cunny for the first time!

We were all clearly turned on by the time Marilyn finished reading the fantasy. Piper was looking at me like she really wished we had some privacy, and I was half-inclined to suggest the same, but it was far too risky with the woman there even with our clear shared interest in the very taboo subject.

I managed to squeak, "So... that's some story..."

"Yeah," Marilyn whispered. "Never happened, but..."

Piper asked, "But you wish it had?"

Marilyn seemed to remember only then that the young girl was sitting with us. Flushing, swallowing a couple of times, looking embarrassed. "Sorry... I got... carried away... Can I use your toilet?"

I pointed her to the room and she closed herself inside. Piper whispered, "Is she gonna orgasm herself?"

I nodded, "Seems likely..."

"I wish we could watch!"

"We can't," I told her, "much too risky..."

Piper's eyes shot back to the bathroom, "Aww... I know, but..."

I debated whether to let my arousal push aside an obvious boundary. "We could... if we're really, really quiet, sneak over and listen..."

Piper's eyes shot open and she nodded, tiptoeing ahead of me and putting her ear close to the door. I did the same, trying to keep my breathing very low and slow, a near impossibility.

The air conditioner in my unit was rather loud and covered any small noises we might have made. It also made it difficult to hear if anything interesting was going on in the bathroom. We listened a moment, not hearing anything at all, until the lightest, "Nuhng... nuhng..." came through.

I stirred and felt Piper tugging at my hand. I nodded and kept listening.

Marilyn's rhythmic moans never grew louder, the woman clearly trying to stay very quiet, but with our ears almost against the door, Piper and I both heard her orgasm, "Nuhng.... uuuuuuuuhhh... nnnnnnuhhhhnnn... nuhng..."

I drew us back quickly, not wanting Marilyn to know we'd been listening in. I heard the sink faucet turn on as we settled back on the couch. I tried to adjust my slacks so that my erection was not so obvious. I shushed Piper when she started to say something with an aroused, excited look on her face, motioning her to keep it to herself for the moment.

While Marilyn stayed in the bathroom, I flipped through more of the magazines. Many of them were similar to the first couple we checked out, some of them even including long letters, confessions, supposedly written by the models. Each one was rather exciting and offered a light but very taboo fantasy to titillate the reader. Some of the magazines were less explicit, catalogs of the models at specific events. Inside the back cover of those were contact points for readers to get more information about the events or about other publications.

The last few in the box were highly sexual collections of what I assumed were private shows. The girls wore less clothing, often completely naked, striking very erotic poses. Young and pubescent alike, each girl had a dozen or more photos of her performance. There were clearly different locations for the private shows, some held in mere living rooms, others in grand suites or apartments overlooking cities or seas.

In a few, it was clear there were people masturbating to the girls, though no faces or identifying features were ever shown. I noticed several advertisements saying, "To see the full video of this girl, send a letter to..."

"Ohhh," Piper whispered, "neat!"

I shrugged, not sure how to feel about the stacks of magazines Milton had collected, conflicted both because there were little girls being exploited and because I was extraordinarily turned on to see them spreading their legs and showing me their private places.

Marilyn appeared from the bathroom. She'd straightened her clothing and hair, still a little flushed. The woman didn't meet my eyes and I made no comment about what she'd been doing in there. "So," she said, not sitting again," I guess I've found what I wanted... Do you mind if I take the copy with me in it?"

"Not at all..."

"Th-thanks... I... I should be going..."

I eyed her a moment, the woman looking a little off-balance. "You okay, Marilyn?"

"Yeah, yeah... this is... a little overwhelming, I guess... seeing all this... I mean... I mean, I knew, I guess, what we'd find in this stuff, but I suppose..." Marilyn paused, "I won't tell anyone about any of this, Patrick..."

I nodded, "Nor will I..."

"Good, good... cause..."

"Yeah... I know..."

She nodded, closing her lips tight, then offering a smile, "Well... it has been fun, you two... Maybe... maybe I can visit again and go through some more of these?"

I replied, "Sure..."

Marilyn left soon after and Piper and I were all over each other, the girl's horniness matched only by the way my cock ignored the two previous times that day it had been spitting cum, pulsing to attention in Piper's hand. I was on my back, on the bed, and Piper was over me, her lips around my cock, my tongue slathering through the child's smooth, horny cunt. She tasted amazing, succulent, so aroused that her flesh was red and swollen around her slit. I licked her up and down while she sucked me.

My two earlier orgasms helped me hold off for a while. I licked Piper to orgasm, then used my fingers to probe her vagina and anus, being really gentle with her tighter hole. She came again moments later, "Ohhhhh... Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!" but I didn't slow my motions, continuing to finger the eleven-year old while her lips slid back down over my cock.

I stretched her butthole a little, and I heard grunts of discomfort. I'd promised to work her up to taking more than my finger in there, but I knew it would take some time for it not to hurt her, and besides, I'd already decided I wanted to penetrate her vagina first, something I was still holding off on doing. I didn't now when the right time would be obvious, but as I sniffed Piper's horny cunt and ass, savoring her special odors, I began to fill the child's mouth with my load, less volume than the others that day, but still powerful and incredible. I loved cumming in Piper's mouth, feeling her struggle to hold it in, trying to swallow as I spurted, She'd gotten good at not gagging, and I was able to empty my nuts against her tongue fully before she slurped away from my cock and swallowed my spunk before turning around and kissing me, exhausted, soon falling asleep while lying on my chest.

I just held her awhile, her warm body gently covered with the sheet. Piper snored against my neck and I nuzzled her hair. Her scent was light there, but clearly her. I began to think about Piper and her place in this bizarre, shady world of ModelLight events. Did I really want her to be exposed to this stuff? She was clearly much more aware of her sexuality than before she came to stay with me, so, in some ways, I wasn't worried about the shocking impact of seeing the things at the events and in the photos. But I worried that she might be drawn to participate in underground circles where there were even fewer rules and restrictions. I felt firmly that I didn't want Piper to do anything more than the competitions, no private shows, but I acknowledged that part of that might be a powerful jealousy which sprang up when I imagined Piper on one of those private stages, exposing parts of her body which only I had seen so clearly and in such sexual contexts.

Did I really want dirty men and women to masturbate to her, for her to perform and bare herself so that strange people could orgasm, right in the same room together? I wished my answer was a clear "No," but my impulses assured me my decision was not so certain. A small but intense part of my mind really wanted Piper to be the center of such attention. Only if she insisted on doing it, of course, but there was something in the acts the girls did, revealing and spreading themselves, showing their little pussies and asses and either flat or puffy chests, so that they could bring pleasure to others, so that men and women could masturbate and cum with Piper as their focus.

It brought a strange thrill to think that Marilyn wished she would have had that chance as a child.

I started to harden but with Piper snoring on top of me, I didn't want to disturb her and pushed aside such thoughts, finally starting to feel tired again, the jet lag often doing strange things to my timings. I kissed the top of Piper's head, whispered, "I love you, Piper," and closed my eyes after one long rush of a day.