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Chapter 17: Sydney, Part 1

I woke sweating, anxious, uncertain about where I was and why exactly I felt so sticky in places. I heard Piper sigh in her sleep, twisting a little against me, and it all came back in a rush. The dreams I'd had were of Piper and I mating, rutting, making love together against a backdrop of blurriness and undefinable forms. I squeezed her against me, knowing again that we had shared more than just dreams together, she'd opened herself to me, fully, consensually, allowing me to know her in a way no one else had ever done. In a way which left me both sore and feeling like the luckiest person to ever live.

It had been, in many ways, so perfect. A little urgent, perhaps, and not exactly the fantasy scenario Piper had so carefully sketched out in her notebook, but for me, I could not imagine anything better than how things went the night before. It was raw and sweet, Piper's little pussy so tight and silky. And her moans, her eyes on mine, the way she shuddered when I came inside her, nothing could replace those moments and leave me feeling any better.

Well, nothing, except erasing the truth of what Monday in Sydney was likely to mean for the two of us.

I fought off the sour stomach, the knots inside which slowly tightened. I knew I wouldn't find sleep again. I checked the clock on the nightstand beyond Piper's body and saw that it was early, a little before five in the morning. For a while, I held Piper close, softly stroking her soft black hair, not wanting to wake her, hoping her dreams were as peaceful and full of love and pleasure as mine had been.

Part of me wanted to plunge right back inside the girl, her naked bottom against my groin, the heat of her body making me sweat where she and I were pressed together. But I held back, not wanting to disturb her rest. She had a big day coming up, and not just because her mother was likely to return and reclaim her. The competition was set for four that afternoon, and Piper would need to be there a couple of hours before. I wasn't sure how I might feel that night whenever the moment came and Veronica arrived to take her daughter, my young lover, out of my life.

I supposed I would get to see Piper in the future should Veronica bring her to the monthly ModelLight events. I desperately hoped that would continue, though I knew it would not be easy to only see Piper, from a distance, so irregularly. Though the girl had only been in my life a few weeks, she had become deeply integral to my happiness. She was the reason I woke each day with a smile, full of love and anticipation for spending time in Piper's life and she in mine. It wasn't just the intimacy, the kisses, the lovely fun we had in bed. It was much more. Piper was my love, my everything. I would have walked, step-by-step, around the earth to carry her to safety or to bring her to some exciting moment in her life. I'd never felt that way for anyone, at any time, and it made it that much harder to think that we were just a spare few hours from that going away.

I comforted my thoughts, marginally, by the memories of what we'd shared together, the night before and over the few weeks while Piper was with me. It had been a whirlwind of travel and pleasure, getting to know the special young girl like no one before. She really was amazing, more mature than her years, curious, intelligent, excited for challenges and new experiences. I realized how lucky I was to know her the way I did, intimately, romantically, and platonically, as well. I had no doubt that Piper would be the peak relationship in my entire life, that, no matter how long I lived or whom I came to love, no one could match the way Piper had reached into my heart, giggling and smiling, and offered me everything she had to offer, freely and with deep attachment. The bond I'd formed with Piper felt like much more than even a strong lover might provide.

It was tough not to be sad, but how could I truly be sad with Piper against me, naked, sleeping, in my arms for the moment. What was to come that day was still distant, though much less so than the day before. For the moment, it was enough to hold her and love her and to smooth out her soft hair in the darkness.

- - -

I supposed I'd drifted because when I woke again, Piper was no longer in my arms, the bed and my mind feeling empty and cold. I heard the shower running and stretched, stepping off the bed and walking into the bathroom. Piper was humming as she cleaned up. I called, "Room for one more?"

She swept back the faux-glass slider and grinned, soaking wet, "Sure!"

If Piper felt the coming divide which her mother's return would force on us, she didn't show it right then. Instead, she hummed and sang in the water, and I helped rub soap all over her body, teasing her tight little nipples a moment and especially enjoying fondling her lovely, teardrop bottom. We kissed as she soaped up my cock. My flesh there was really sore, reddish from being clenched by Piper's tight little hole the night before. So much so that I couldn't grow hard without feeling shards of pain like paper cuts or scratches.

She giggled, "Did I do that with my vul-va?"

I smiled, "We did that, but yes. You are very, very tight..."

Piper cocked her head to the side, "Is tight good or bad?"

"Good, trust me," I said, trying not to let my cock harden again, "though tight or not tight, it really doesn't matter. You took me inside you, Piper... I can't tell you how special that was for me..."

"Mmm," she laughed, "I loved it. Can you sex with me again tonight?"

My smile faded and Piper quickly realized what her question made us face.

"Oh... right... Mommy..."

"Hey," I said, pulling up her sinking chin, "don't focus on that right now, okay? We still have each other for a while yet. And you need to prepare for the competition..."

"I know," Piper said, shutting off the water behind her, "I'm just sad now..."

"Me too... me too..."

"What do we tell Mommy, Uncle Patrick?"

"Only that you and I have had a great time traveling together, that you've been a wonderful companion. Nothing more... We can't... we can't..."

"She can't know about you sexing and orgasming me..."

"Right..."

"Okay... I won't say anything."

"I think that's best." I kissed Piper a moment, the two of us dripping in the tub, then said, "It's not that I don't want to scream out to the world how I feel about you, but..."

"But sexing with me and telling Mommy would be bad... I know... It's not fair!"

I nodded but didn't reply, reaching for a towel and letting the movement of my hands on Piper, drying her all over, numb me from the sadness creeping more urgently into my mind.

- - -

After we had a light, quiet breakfast down in the hotel cafe, Piper grew focused on her routine as we hung out in the room. I was impressed at the way the girl was able to shut out all the crazy thoughts which had to be demanding her attention. The night we spent making love, me penetrating her for the first time. The desperate mourning which would come soon when her mother took her back. How Piper shut those out enough to practice her routine for almost two hours was beyond my comprehension. I spent the time mechanically, idly checking my cameras, doing some cleaning of lenses and ports, firing a few test snaps of Piper as she danced in the confined space.

Her routine was hard to follow without a full stage to work with. How she could translate the truncated movements in the room, or in my apartment, to the full set on stage was beyond me. There were sensual moments in her new dance, dips and spreads and teases of more intimate places than her face and arms. Her outfit, which was hanging near the door, was going to be something thrilling to see her wear. It was a silky grey nylon-like material, stretchy, open along one side, likely teasing a glimpse of her flat chest. It capered thinly down over her crotch. I could tell there was no extra padding there, and I had no doubt Piper's genitals would create a lovely camel toe, her flesh there possibly even partially visible.

I picked up a couple of sandwiches from the cafe downstairs and was waiting on the elevator when I heard a very familiar voice. "Patrick?"

I turned to see Marilyn walking over, looking a little bashful but also excited. "Uh... Marilyn? What, uh... what are you doing here?"

She pursed her lips. "I... I just had to see an event again. I called ModelLight and everything, they know me, since I handle the assignments for them... so I got a pass to the competition... and... Well... I took a last-minute vacation and caught a flight and... here I am!"

I didn't really know what to say. My initial response was mild anger. It felt like Marilyn was stalking, whether me or Piper. Sure, she had a thin reason to connect to ModelLight given her past participation, but the last few days had seen Marilyn offering any excuse to spend time with me or my young protege. Whatever she was up to, I felt really uncomfortable by the woman's surprise appearance in Sydney. Worse, she'd apparently figured out my hotel and was staying in the same place. "Uh... nice, uh... Look, hate to run, but Piper's getting ready for the event... I need to get back to her..."

"Ah, sure, I understand. Send her kisses for me and tell her good luck! I can't wait to see her perform!"

I nodded and hustled into the elevator, hoping Marilyn did not follow. The door closed before she joined me.

- - -

I didn't bother telling Piper about Marilyn. The girl was studying her sketchbook, making sure she had not missed anything in her routine, eating only a few bites of her sandwich and far-too focused on the day's event to add news of Marilyn's surprise trip to see her perform.

I checked my phone while Piper took another shower and saw a new text from Marilyn. I cringed before opening it.

Patrick, sorry for coming here unexpected. Not trying to be weird about things. I just really wanted to see the competition. Hope you understand.

I wasn't really sure what to make of it. Maybe Marilyn understood there was a creepiness to her showing up like that, especially since I had never directly encouraged her to come to Sydney. I texted back a simple, No problem. Hope you enjoy, and left it at that.

Piper came out, drying her hair, naked and gorgeous. She grinned at me, but it was a softer grin, one a little less happy than most I'd seen. The girl knew what it meant to start sliding into her shirt and leggings and to pack her competition bag with the outfit she would wear. We were just a short time away from whatever terrible thing was to come for us. We hugged and kissed for several moments, no words spoken. In some ways, it was me saying goodbye to Piper. I tried hard not to cry though I felt tears trying to form the whole time. I didn't want her to see me like that, certainly not before her performance. I forced a smile to my face and said, "Ready to head over?"

She took a deep breath, forced her own smile, and nodded, "Ready."

"I love you, Piper. Always and forever."

Her lip trembled, but she kept her smile in place, "I know, Uncle Patrick... I love you so much!"

- - -

The competition was being held in a rather rundown neighborhood on the outskirts of Sydney in an old warehouse which had been rather nicely made over into an event space, though one less fancy or prestigious than the more mainstream locations. It could hold about three hundred people, I thought, chairs laid out on the floor around a wide stage which featured a decent-length catwalk, an improvement over the cramped platform in Berlin. A few people were already there, milling around, and I led Piper back to the dressing room and waited to help her get made up.

"Patrick!" a feminine, accented voice called to me.

I looked up to see Klara, the mother of the girl, Heidi, whose shoot I had done in Berlin in hopes of getting the girl added to the ModelLight competitions. "Oh, hi, Klara." Heidi was just behind her, working on curling the ends of her straw-blonde hair, none of the braids which had been there the previous month in sight. With only a pair of white panties covering her body, the young girl paid little mind to the way my eyes darted over her form, smiling at me and waving. I waved back.

"My girl can compete! Oh, isn't it wonderful for her? You made it happen, Patrick!" Klara said, embracing me quickly.

"Very happy to help, and happy for you both. Otto come, as well?"

Klara grinned, "He's chatting up someone we met at our hotel out in the audience. Some woman from near our home."

"Oh?"

"Johanna, I believe, though I didn't catch her full name," Klara explained, "someone involved with ModelLight, though I don't know just how."

I knew Johanna, the woman who had hosted the private show in Berlin. I wondered what Otto would make of things if they discussed how models got selected for the after-competition event. I nodded, not mentioning my connection to the woman, "Well, nice for all of you."

"So proud of my girl!" Klara said.

I excused myself when Piper looked over and seemed to need my attention.

- - -

The room filled up over the next hour or so, little girls in various states of dress and undress. I was unable to keep from glancing regularly at hairless or lightly-hairy flesh between parted thighs, a couple of older girls, no more than fourteen or so, I thought, had full bushes and mature, enlarged genitals tucked inside their fur patches. A few had budding or even fuller breasts. None paid me any mind and I somewhat ignored their arousing bodies and poses, though the distraction helped keep my mind off Piper's mother's likely return.

We hadn't seen the woman at all, though I'd walked out into the audience a couple of times when Piper didn't need my assistance to see if Veronica might have arrived. I spotted Marilyn both times, the woman talking excitedly to different groups of people along one wall, but I kept my distance and didn't engage with her at all.

I got some help pulling a raised platform into a good spot for me to photograph the event, took a few test shots and decided I was as ready as could be, heading backstage as the girls began to line up for the competition. I checked on Piper, helped her with the last touches of her hair and makeup, then kissed her forehead, telling her I'd see her in the hall.

- - -

I felt rather mechanical as I took photos of each girl lined up to participate. There were more than in Berlin, easily forty girls, most of them in very revealing outfits. None were bloody, this time, though I did warmly greet Lena and Katharina when I came to them. We didn't discuss the private things we'd shared in their home, but I saw their excitement in seeing me again and knowing I'd been a part of Lena's first time with her father and mother. They asked if Piper and I would be shooting the private event after the competition and I realized that no one had contacted me with information about it. I let Lena know that I thought I would, but I was uncertain.

Piper put on her mask of pure excitement. I was probably the only one who saw through it and could tell her thoughts were still lingering on these being our last hours together. I tried not to show any sadness and took several great shots of my lover in her sexy outfit. The back of the fabric was thin over her bottom, drawing into just a string near her rounded curves and disappearing between her thighs. The front, as I'd expected, showed the impression of Piper's pussy, a hint of her flesh looking just a little darker where her labia were pressed together, leaving just a small gap where the outfit pulled tight into her crotch. I kissed her forehead when we were done with the shots, wishing I could embrace her more openly, then I moved on to finish the photos before the event.

The room was mostly full by the time the competition began, and for a couple of hours, I did my job, taking hundreds upon hundreds of shots of each beautiful girl dancing, tumbling, or strutting. Piper's routine was fantastic, robustly energetic, sensual, especially when she paused to bend away from my view, her tight butt spreading only slightly, revealing the thin line of fabric which barely covered her anus and vulva. She tumbled into spread legs, arched her back and winked at the crowd, and danced to the music playing loudly over the speakers as if she was the most focused competitor on the night. A huge applause went up when she was through.

Once again, Piper did not place, though by that point, I understood it was a rather rigged event. Lena took second, and a preteen Iranian girl named Zahra took the top spot. Her routine had been one of the better ones with very erotic teases, her dance skirt regularly rising up to reveal sheer panties which did little to hide her immature genitals. She looked rather thrilled to be awarded her medal and I quickly skated backstage to set up for the interview portion of the shoot.

"Patrick!" Gunther said, embracing me in a bear hug as soon as I stepped into the room.

"Good to see you again," I told him. "Lena was great again tonight."

"She is great every night," he said quietly with a grin, "but I enjoy seeing her perform on stage, as I'm sure you do your niece... she is simply wonderful! Will you ever let her join the private circuit and finally get a chance to win one of these events?"

I hesitated, so many reasons why I wouldn't, or couldn't, do such a thing. I replied simply, "Not sure..."

"Ah, well, I assume you'll be there this evening? Lena will be a special treat for those watching..."

"I... I'm not sure. I assumed so, but I've not heard from anyone about it..."

Gunther looked confused. "No? The mistress from Berlin, Johanna, is here... Let us ask her once this is through..."

I nodded and went about setting up my tripod.

- - -

The third place girl, a budding, dark-skinned Norwegian named Maja, was asked the normal little girl questions, and I became aware that it meant she was not part of the private circle of models. It made me wonder why, then, Piper's superior performances didn't even merit third place. Maja didn't do the private shows, I assumed, because the questions for Lena and the winner, Zahra, were much more explicit and leading into sexual subjects.

I listened with only half an ear, automatically snapping shots and glancing frequently out into the hallway to see if Piper or her mother might look in. I saw neither, and once the interviews were over, Gunther nodded me to follow him. I said I needed to stash my cameras and that I would follow him shortly. I packed up my equipment and put it in Piper's locker, spinning the wheel on the lock when through. I didn't see Piper anywhere, and that worried the hell out of me.

I hustled after Gunther and found him already talking to the pale, golden-haired, fifty-something woman who had hosted the private show in Berlin. Johanna was wearing a rather lovely long, fitted dress which left her calves exposed, her hair bound up in curls, draping down the back of her head to cover her neck. "Patrick, yes, here," Gunther said as I walked up.

"Ah, yes, Patrick," Johanna said, extending her hand. I shook it, not realizing that she apparently expected me to kiss it until she hesitated, then smiled and withdrew it again. "We were just discussing tonight's event. You have not been contacted?"

I shook my head.

"Hmmm. You are the photographer, I am certain. I have your number, I'll send you the address and time right now. My apologies, I thought this would have been done by the host."

"Thanks, yeah, I've heard nothing."

"Well, be there around nine. Only three girls tonight, I'm afraid, but we know Miss Lena will surely give us something special, yes, Gunther?"

The man smiled, "She always gives me something special."

Johanna laughed lightly, "But not a child yet, no?"

Gunther shook his head, "Tis too soon to know... her bleeding is due any day if she is not set."

"Excited?" the woman asked him.

"So much so, yes. I cannot wait to see my girl's swollen belly, swollen with our child..."

I felt a little uncomfortable at the idea even though it caused me to grow aroused. I cleared my throat, "I need to find Piper... anyone seen her?"

Both shook their heads.

"I'll see you tonight, then, and thanks..."

After stepping away, I tried Piper's cell and she picked up immediately, "Hey, Uncle Patrick."

"Piper! Where are you?"

"Umm... in the back, I think. I'll come find you..."

I walked backstage again and Piper met me beyond where the makeshift changing rooms were set up.

Right behind her was Marilyn. I felt a smoldering anger.

"Uh... Marilyn..." I said evenly, "what, uh... what are you doing back here?"

"Sorry," she said, smiling as if it was no problem, "just chatting with your niece, keeping her company until you were finished."

I glanced at Piper. Her expression suggested things were alright, so I dropped my rising protests for the moment. I asked the girl, "Uh... seen anyone else we know?"

Piper understood my question and thankfully answered in a way which wouldn't tip off the woman standing beside her, "Not who we thought, no, but I did talk to Lena a lot. They are gonna be at the private show. We're going, right?"

I nodded, "Yes, we're going," I told her, trying to emphasize that Marilyn had not been invited. "I just got the information. We've got to head over there shortly. You all packed up?"

Piper nodded, "Yeah. I'l grab my stuff."

She rushed off and I turned back to Marilyn, playing it a little diplomatically, "Sorry, we, uh... we need to get over to the place and get set up... uh... how long are you staying?"

"Two nights, then I go home... say," she said, pausing, "any chance I could tag along tonight?"

I blinked, pursing my lips, "I... I don't have any say in that... I've been told not to ever bring anyone... I had to get Piper approved before Berlin, but only her... I don't even know tonight's host... so..."

She looked dejected a few seconds, but then masked it with a smile, "Well, that's okay. I really enjoyed the show tonight. Your niece is really... something."

My frustration with Marilyn boiled over. I leaned close and said, "I gotta know, Marilyn... because I just need to know... why did you come to Sydney? Why really? Is it because of me? Or is it... Piper..."

Her lip quivered in such a way that I had no doubt what she would say was a lie. "Oh, just... reliving old memories, nothing more..."

The fact that she didn't even bother to specifically protest about following me, or most clearly, about following Piper, to Sydney said an awful lot. I still wasn't sure which of us was the focus of Marilyn's advances, but I was strongly leaning towards believing it was Piper.

Frustration simmering, I pushed the issue, "Look... everyone here is here because... they like to look at sexy little girls, okay? Be honest with me, Marilyn... is that what you want to see?"

Her eyes widened a little bit, as if the truth in my words was rather hard to admit. "I... I mean... that's just, uh... you know..."

"That's a yes, then?"

Her shoulders dipped just enough to show her resignation, "Yes..." Marilyn's voice dropped to a whisper, "I like seeing little girls, Patrick..."

"Fine... That's fine... We all do," I told her, "but Piper is not available for more than her dancing, if you understand me..."

"Oh, of course! I never wanted to do more than see her perform..."

"See her perform and... tease you with her body..."

Marilyn nodded but couldn't voice an explanation or a protest.

"That's fine, alright? I get it. We all like seeing Piper looking sexy, alright? Just... that's as far as it goes..." I was not about to spill the truth about how I'd recently deflowered the girl and made love with her passionately just the day before.

Marilyn nodded again, "Of course! I'm just... thrilled... to see her... she is so very pretty..."

"I've got to go, Marilyn," I said, "sorry I don't know how to get you access to the private show, but I don't. Let's... let's discuss things when we're both back in Los Angeles, okay? Just so there's no misunderstandings between us." I was hoping she understood that I didn't really want to hang out with her during her stay in Sydney. I had enough on my mind without digging deeper in that rabbit hole for a while.

- - -

The private event was being held in a broad, modern-looking home to the west of the city. Piper and I were dropped off at the front of the two-story house after being picked up at the property gate by a small, dark-windowed sedan. There were stables beyond the home and several brown, mottled horses watching lazily nearby. We were ushered in after checking our identification, and we found ourselves led up a set of stairs and into a broad area with a dozen couches and half-a-dozen cushioned chairs, a few lounger seats along the edge. It was dark outside by the time we arrived, but the lights in the broad, high-ceilinged room were brilliant and abundant.

A polished wooden platform, a stage, of sorts, had been set up, around which the seating had been arranged. Unlike in Berlin, I saw no backdrops or crates of set dressings. Maybe seven or eight people were milling about, a woman in a thin, tight red skirt and brown blouse, showing gratuitous cleavage, was taking drink orders and disappearing into an attached room, returning with cocktails, wines, and other inebriants.

There'd still been no sign of Veronica, and I was beginning to wonder if maybe the woman hadn't made Sydney. I'd largely overlooked her thoughts about 'trying' to attend, too caught up in what would happen if she did. A tiny spark of hope was starting to run through me.

Johanna greeted me and introduced the night's host, a Middle Eastern man named Khali. He spoke English with a clipped accent which didn't match his features. "Welcome. Cameras are this way."

He led us down a hallway from the main room and into a small office with stacks of white document boxes and rows of off-blue binders. Khali pointed to the cases, "Leave them here when you are finished."

I nodded and thanked him. Before he turned to leave, he handed me an envelop and said, "I trust your discretion is understood?"

"Of course, of course..."

He said simply, "Good."

When he left, I counted the Australian dollars inside. When I did the math, it was even more than I'd gotten from the Berlin private shoot, almost fifteen thousand American dollars. It was an extraordinary fee for a few hours of taking photos with someone else's camera. Maybe, I realized, Khali tried to ensure discretion by buying it. The darker things I knew about how my photographs would be used frightened me, but it was not wholly a repulsive reaction I had. A prominent aspect of that realization was to be very aroused to know men and women around the world would masturbate to pictures I'd taken of the sexualized little girls.

- - -

Johanna joined me a moment after Piper and I were set up. "Khali asked that you go prepare the girls now."

The crowd had gathered, a couple of dozen people of assorted races, mostly middle-age and above, more men than women, and they were generally talking in small groups and laughing and getting a strong buzz going. I'd accepted a scotch and soda, and Piper had a pineapple soft drink. I nodded, "Uh, yeah, about that, there's no sets, so..."

"This show will be less staged... on stage. But you are to go back to where the girls are getting ready and decide on the clothes they will wear."

"Err... okay..."

I nodded to Piper and we followed Johanna down the stairs and into a large library, dark wood and high shelves lining the walls, the furniture cleared to one side so that the models and their tenders could operate. The three performers for the night were all standing and quite nude.

Lena and Gunther were there, along with the winner from the day's event, and so was the preteen Iranian child, Zahra, the latter's blue eyes a stark bright spot against her mildly-olive complexion, along with the woman I'd seen with Zahra at the main competition. Zahra's beautiful skin folded thinly between her thighs, pinching an elongated, puffy slit which was both prominent and very sexy, not a hair in sight.

A third girl, one I did not recognize, was almost black of skin, in early puberty with pert, conical breasts no bigger than an apple, a patch of trimmed black hair covering her genitals. A similarly dark-skinned man stood next to the girl.

I noticed racks of clothing and several cases of assorted items. I greeted those inside a moment, then took Piper to the outfits. They were arranged by size, and there were several which I thought would fit each girl. They ranged from classical Scottish school girl skirts to saris to leather straps a young dom might wear. In the cases, I found bras and panties, accessories for hair and wrists and faces.

I caught on to what I was supposed to do and pulled Lena over. "Any preferences?" I asked her with a smile.

She grinned and leaned closer, "Papa would really like this one." Lena tapped a piece of pink lingerie with feathered edges and thin straps to hold itself in place. She also pointed to white knickers which barely covered anything, mostly a small patch of fabric with a string.

"I can work with those. So... you should try them on, right?"

Lena nodded and proceeded to pull one leg up onto a bench seat, opening a nice view between her thighs. The girl's tight little pussy was lovely and a little damp. I surged with arousal with memories of watching Lena being inseminated by her father. She saw me looking at her pussy and giggled, "You like?"

I could only nod. I glanced back to see if Piper had noticed the view, and, without much surprise, my lover was looking right between Lena's opened thighs.

The girl slipped on the panties and the lingerie bodice, and damn, she looked sexy. I picked out a set of pinky, soft, fluffy handcuffs and attached one to her wrist, letting the other dangle. She giggled with delight when it was in place. Lena let me touch her neck just enough to strap a black leather collar on. A set of long, white socks completed the outfit. I stepped back and admired the girl.

Gunther's enthusiasm was clear, "Oh, my girl! You are quite a thing, yes?"

Johanna let me know we needed to hurry up, so I moved quickly to Zahra, asking her if she had preferences, and when she didn't I had her show me the sizes she wanted to try. I picked her a leather skirt which should come only to her mid-thigh, along with a transparent yellow blouse. Stockings, dangling faux diamond earrings, a thong, and a small whip were given her to complete the look. She was a little more quick about getting things set. The fit was solid enough, and the girl looked delicious.

The pubescent dark-skinned girl was called Tinnie, which I thought must be short for a longer name. She was a little shy, especially once I started looking closely at her naked, blossoming body. Once I had her size figured out, I picked out a tight, leopard print body suit with a zipper down the front from neck to crotch, having her wear a thin pair of lacy white panties along with a bra which only cupped her breasts, not covering her nipples.

I was hustled back to where I'd set up the cameras, Piper taking control of one set at a slightly different angle, and the host, Khali, announced the lineup, "Tonight we have special girls for you to enjoy. First there will be Lena, from Hamburg, Germany, the recent winner in Berlin. Next is the second place finisher from March, Tinnie, from Ivory Coast, and finally, tonight's victor, Zahra, from Iran. You are all comfortable and with plenty of drink, yes? Then we shall begin."

Some of the lights dimmed but left the stage brightly illuminated.

Lena strolled onto the platform and sat down, crossing her legs. For a long few seconds she just sat there. Then she leaned back, arching, knees up and ankles still crossed. Soon, she was on her back, hands down on her thighs, then legs spread wider, wider, soon in the air, wider still. Lena's lovely ass and barely-covered cunt were tempting and I captured nice images of every detail.

She rolled to her side and slid the edge of her panties down, the handcuff hanging right over her soft bottom. Down, down, she pulled the panties, leaving only the cuffs, the see-through bodice, her socks, and the collar in place. Lena rolled to her hands and knees, catlike flexibility as she caught her motion in a delicate place, feet up high, knees on the stage, buttocks clenched just so. Slowly, she parted herself, head rolling to the right for the moment, then to the left, looking back at the crowd, staring a few seconds into my camera. Lena's butthole and pretty little pussy were revealed, the lighting perfect for capturing her wetness. The girl's labia stuck together at first, then slowly engorged and peeled back, opening a view into her recently deflowered vagina. Even Lena's tight anus was glistening with a little sweat.

I heard some man orgasm loudly. I glanced to see Piper, the professional, dutifully taking shot after shot and ignoring what, for both of us, was an incredibly arousing sight.

Lena moved through a few more poses, even standing at one point, bending so that her hands were on the ground, and spreading her legs wide, then used one hand to reach back and part her bottom even further. A couple of more orgasms followed.

Lena seemed to sense when the time was up, rolling onto her back, letting out a long, excited giggle, then blushed as people applauded her a moment. She left the stage, and a few murmurs started up during a brief intermission and a few of the lights over the audience were brightened.

"Wow, she was good!" Piper whispered to me.

"Get some good shots?"

"Uh-huh, real good ones. Especially her vul-va. She has a pretty vul-va."

I smiled at Piper, offered her a kind reminder not to say anything too loudly despite the crowd's dark-fantasy acceptance. She nodded and took a drink. Then she quietly said, "Um... Have you seen Mommy?" I almost thought I heard a hope that my answer would be 'no' in her tone, but maybe that was just wishful bias.

"No... no, I haven't... she said she'd try to be here... maybe she just couldn't..."

"Yeah..." Though Piper was clearly somewhat disappointed, the girl was clever enough to understand that her mother not coming to Sydney meant more time for us to be together.

The next girl took the stage, and Piper and I went back to our cameras.

Tinnie was a lovely budding beauty in her leopard skin outfit. It was a snug fit, for sure, the girl's small breasts seeming more full with the restrictive fabric flatting out her soft cones. She got down on her knees, facing the middle of those masturbating in front of her, then paused to begin her show.

Tinnie moved around in quarter motions, turning right, then right again until her lovely, rounded ass was pressed tightly towards those watching. I had no doubt everyone was savoring the delicious temptation just feet away from our eyes. After completing a full circle, again facing the audience, Tinnie smiled and roared a few times, pawing at the air. She looked fierce, aggressive, almost raving as an attacking feline. But then she whined, rolling onto her back, thrusting her arms and the legs into the air as if she had paws which were limp and submissive at the end. One hand soon drew down the zipper, but only half way. She scratched her bared chest with her left toes, then pulled the zipper all the way down.

Tinnie returned to her submissive position, whimpering, then jerked twice, then again, her hands quickly shifting the suit off her top half. She rolled on the stage as if she was shedding skin. Over several long movements, with pauses along the way, the suit was hanging only off of one foot.

She ripped away the bra with a snarl, on her hands and knees and looking to the center of the audience, Tinnie's small breasts hanging down. She snarled again, then jumped to her feet, pulling down her panties while she growled and pawed the air, letting the underwear hang off one ankle, the leopard suit still attached to the other.

Slowly, her feet spread out wide, her body sinking. I couldn't believe how perfectly-smoothly her body sank down, down, until Tinnie's hairy cunt was touching the stage. She snarled, then snarled with less aggression. Her body jerked to the left, then the right, again to the left, then she rolled to her back, legs wide, her pubescent pussy splayed open for all to see.

Tinnie's cunt was shockingly pink inside, a delicious and thrilling contrast to the dark, almost black skin on her outer folds. It opened like a flower, lips just a touch heavier on one side than the other. Her wetness left a clear shimmering spot on the stage, and I made sure to take shots which captured that amazing sight. Her flesh was so pink inside that it was almost white. Almost, at least, against the black surrounding it. Even the girl's clit, which was noticeably erect, was whitish-pink.

She whimpered again. Someone came loudly. Then another did so. Tinnie rocked back as moans started to fill the air, rolling back to her hands and knees, thighs spread, ankles low so nothing blocked the view of her young cunt and bottom. Her hips rose and fell, pausing, another up and down. She let out a lovely moan, but somehow it was cat like, almost purring. Tinnie did it again, in rhythm with her rocking hips. Then she cried, "Uhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnn..." and shuddered for several seconds until she collapsed onto the stage, jerking lightly, a big grin on her face.

A few more loads were lost in those final sixty seconds.

Piper looked at me with a wide mouth and disbelieving smile. I just shook my head and said, "Amazing..."

The lights brightened a bit between performances. I realized that Gunther was one of those watching the show from a lounging recliner near where Piper and I were taking shots. He rose up and zipped up his slacks, appearing to wipe off where he'd ejaculated on near the fly. He spotted me and grinned, then came over to us. "Quite a show, yes?"

"Quite... both Lena and Tinnie were fantastic."

Gunther nodded, "I hope my Lena will not be upset with me... I did not let myself release during her performance... but I could not hold back during the second girl..."

"She was amazing," Piper said with some excitement. "Is it always so pink like that?"

Gunther grinned, "You mean with darker girls?" The man tilted his head in a half-shrug, "No, not always, but when it is so... Mmm... what a delight!"

"Gunther," I asked quietly, "how, uh, exactly do people get access to these events? Regular folks, I mean, not parents or... photographers..."

"Well, none here are exactly regular people. They have to be invited directly, both by the woman who coordinates things at the top of ModelLight, and by the host himself... or herself, such as Johanna in Berlin."

"So, they are part of ModelLight somehow?"

"More or less, but... it's not an official connection, though. Sometimes," he lowered his voice, "these are... sponsors... of a kind. They pay for the photos you take and help carefully distribute the images... You do know what becomes of your photos, yes?"

I replied quietly, "My predecessor, Milton... he left me a bunch of boxes of stuff from his days doing these events... some of them were magazines with images of the girls, some from the main events, some from these private things..."

"Yes, that is what I meant... There are many men, and more than a few women, around the world with interests in... girls..."

I nodded, "So I'm coming to understand..."

"You are one, yourself, yes?" he said with mirth, already knowing the answer.

"Also something I'm coming to understand..."

Gunther smiled at me and the grinning Piper next to me.

"Do you, uh..." I paused, then shook my head to clear my thoughts a little, "do you find it... enjoyable... personally... when Lena is on stage and people are masturbating while looking at her?"

He took a modest breath and looked a little serious, "At first, my wife and I were very uncomfortable with the idea... But, Lena, she wished to display herself despite our reservations. We let... a woman we trusted, and her husband, have a private performance... in our home, a year or so ago. It was... very lovely to watch Lena show herself that way, and for the couple to... enjoy themselves while watching her..."

"Don't you worry? About predators? Rapists?"

He nodded, "Of course I do! But..." he lowered his voice so that Piper and I had to lean very close to hear his words, "there are... some controls, believe it or not, within ModelLight and those associated... The... undesirables... they are removed... quietly and forcefully, I understand. It may not seem so, but you are still very new, Patrick. These people you see," he nodded towards where most of the audience had retaken seats, "are carefully selected and allowed in. There are... other forces ensuring the predators are... not around long..."

I didn't get a chance to ask him why, then, I had been allowed into the tight circle of trusted people in Berlin without so much as anyone asking me a single question. The lights began to dim and Gunther said, "Back to my seat... might have another round ready for sweet little Zahra..."

I glanced quickly to see Piper's expression. She looked deep in thought. I nodded towards the camera and she got the hint, letting go from the front of her mind the man's words and focusing again on the primary reason we were there.

Zahra swept onto the stage, her tight black skirt wrapping around her slender thighs, barely hiding her crotch. The yellow blouse over her top was lovely and soft compared to the stretched leather of the skirt, and despite the girl's prepubescent form, her dark nipples were visible through the fabric. I felt a special thrill when I saw the Iranian girl blush and hold the small whip out an angle. She struck a pose with one knee bent and forward, her head back and to one side.

In a smooth motion, the child brought the whip down in front of her. It didn't quite snap but the whoosh of the leather straps was audible. She did it again, then again, then held a feigned shocked expression, still blushing, her blue eyes shining for my camera.

Her arm swept up over her head and Zahra brought the whip down against her backside with a very satisfying snap. She jumped and squeaked, then did it again. Again. Again. Zahra began to sweat. She knelt and bent forward, smacking her small bottom with the whip, then turning around to face away from the audience, letting her skirt rise up so that the thong underneath was easily visible. She held her poses, then continued to whip herself.

As the skirt rose higher, higher, I could see soft red marks on her buttocks from the many modest strikes. Zahra brought the whip down again, then hooked one end of it under her thong, carefully dragging the thin underwear down, down, revealing her sweaty, swollen labia and tight little anus for everyone to see. The panties were left around her knees, the skirt drawn up further.

Zahra brought the whip down right against her hairless pussy, jumping and grunting each time she did so. She didn't whip herself hard, but steadily, the tassled straps at the end striking her cunt and her thighs and her butthole. All around the girl's crotch, reddish flesh began to appear. I heard people moaning loudly in response, some calling out thoughts like, "Whip that pussy," or, "do it, girl!" More orgasms were heard as Zahra spun over, yanked away the thong, and spread her legs, the preteen's tiny hairless cunt red and swollen and raw. And very, very wet.

Her little pussy had drooled down her thighs, leaving streaks of moisture there. More strikes of the whip, now directly against the child's spreading labia, the lips reddish and thin. Over and over, she brought the whip down onto her flesh, her moans and grunts growing louder, louder, until she rapidly smacked herself a dozen times, crying out, building, building, her hips rising, her body pumping against each strike. Zahra feigned orgasm, shuddering, her thighs collapsing together, her body going limp on the stage as she fell back, her legs opening a little so that we could see the wetness on her cunt, the swollen, red flesh there almost pulsing.

I doubt there were any loads left to shoot by that point. The three acts, with the brilliant finally by Zahra, almost had me squirting in my slacks, and Piper beside me looked like she was ready to burst she was so aroused.

Zahra left the stage and the private show was over, though no one rushed off, most simply closed robes or zippers and mingled with fresh drinks in hand after wet wipes had been offered to all. My body and mind were abuzz from the thrill of seeing three beautiful young girls showing me, and so many others, including Piper, their most private flesh. We gathered the equipment and headed down the hallway to the office to return the cameras.

I told Piper when we were alone, "Sure sorry your mom didn't show..."

She shrugged, "It's okay... I get to stay with you, so... that's really neat..."

I nodded, stroking her hair as we walked. I knew it was going to be another powerful night we would share as soon as we were back at the hotel.

Rounding the corner, I stepped into the office and froze.

"Piper, oh Piper!"

"Mommy!"

My stomach clenched, my mind turned in tight circles. Veronica stood near the desk, Piper rushing into her arms, soon the two were tightly bound together, Veronica shedding tears suddenly. I stood back, unable to do anything but watch. It was heartening to see Piper hugging her mother again.

It was also crushing on many levels.

The embrace lasted a long time and Veronica said quietly to her daughter, "You look just wonderful, so wonderful! I've missed you so, so much!"

"I love you, Mommy! I've missed you, too!"

My knees felt like jelly, my nerves raw. The moment had arrived after teasing us all evening with the possibility that Veronica had not come to Sydney. I never expected her at the private show. I honestly thought that, with the woman not coming forward at the main event, she'd not come to the city as planned. Instead, finding her waiting for us in that office after the private show, my hopes for the night, for the days to come, were ripped apart despite the lovely reunion of mother and daughter. Jealousy, frustration, sorrow all fought for control.

"Patrick... It's great to see you..." Veronica said after long moments holding onto Piper. "Can you... can you close the door?"

I did so mechanically, my throat too thick to respond. I sat our cameras back in the case and closed it, then looked at Veronica again. Piper had stepped back, one hand on her mother's shoulder, her eyes watering, a small smile on the girl's face which said she was feeling conflicting emotions.

"We need to talk..." Veronica said quietly. "First... I cannot thank you enough for taking care of Piper while I've been... away..."

"Are you in trouble?" I blurted out. "What's going on?"

"I'll try to explain..." She looked down at her daughter. "I'm... I'm not sure how much Piper might know about things..."

Piper looked confused, "About what, Mommy?"

"About why I started bringing you to ModelLight shows... or why I had to leave you with Patrick..."

Piper shook her head, then looked at me, "I don't know anything..."

Veronica leaned against the desk, keeping Piper attached to her arm, "There's an agreement between ModelLight and authorities... it's... it's rather complicated... See... everyone knows that what goes on... especially after the main event, is not strictly legal, right?"

I nodded once and Piper said, "Uh-huh..."

"But some years ago, the organizers made a deal with an international task force which works on sex trafficking. Groups like Interpol, now Europol, those sorts of law enforcement organizations. ModelLight is allowed some freedom in what they do because... because they are used as bait by the people trying to catch traffickers."

"Wait," I replied, "so... little girls can get naked in front of adults, dance around and act sexual, they show up in magazines and other places, all because it might bring in a few of these darker, violent sorts?"

Veronica nodded, "Yeah... It's more complicated, but that's the sense of it... Those types find ModelLight events rather easily, and the organization, since it isn't hindered by law enforcement directly, can be a little... loose... with its ability to advertise and find new potential audiences... some of whom will be the dangerous sort..."

I shook my head, not believing the story but too befuddled to form a logical protest. "So... what does this have to do with you?"

Veronica looked at her daughter, "I... I started bringing Piper to ModelLight competitions after I was approached by someone rather high up at Europol. They were seeking parents, especially mothers, of pretty girls who might draw out these sorts of targets and... and they wanted me to use Piper as bait..."

"Bait?"

Veronica took a deep breath. "She was never in any real danger, but... I was told who to introduce myself to, how to not say too much but to gather information. I could fairly quickly figure out who was doing more than looking at my daughter and the other girls, those predator sorts were actively trying to get possession of them. I dangled, sort of, the idea of selling Piper as a way of getting the target to reveal more and more... and, eventually, law enforcement would have enough and would take out whoever I'd been baiting. It's... complicated, but that's what I've been doing the last year or so... and I'm not the only one..."

"Piper was never in danger?" I asked, incredulous, angry, "Jesus fucking Christ, Veronica! What if you'd just been swept into a van, both of you, and disappeared?"

Veronica replied, "You have to understand... there are very careful guidelines... protections... people watching whenever I was apparently alone with a target. It was scripted, I had ways to signal my desire to get out of the situation. It took a lot of training before I was allowed to get involved. They needed people like me to weed out those looking to do real harm to girls, and, beyond ModelLight, boys, as well."

I shook my head, mouthing words which didn't vocalize.

"Mommy?" Piper said quietly, "why did you have to go away?"

Veronica swallowed hard. "Things got a little... hot. Bit off more than we could chew, in a way. The target... targets... are major dealers, major traffickers of kids... My team made a mistake and we had to scatter for a while. We're still not in the clear..."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I can't resurface, exactly, not directly. I'm safe here, tonight, after the guest list was very carefully gone over. But I can't linger. There are still a few of those darker folks in ModelLight circles. But until they are removed... I can't come back without taking a serious risk..."

"Wait," I stopped her, "isn't Piper at risk, too?"

"Not so much, no... So long as you stay away from people you meet here outside of ModelLight events... you won't likely find trouble. They... they know about Piper, of course, as they do all the models... but... many of us, the parents... are involved with law enforcements. We keep an eye on things..."

"Jesus... but why wouldn't they just follow and snatch the girls when they are out in public? It really wouldn't be that hard."

"Arrogance, I think. It's a sort of game they play, many of these really bad guys. They get off on making the deals, on forcing parents to give up children. Its not about the money, or the... rape... not to many of them. They pay well for girls and boys, and... and I think that's their thing. Some parents, in desperate situations, find the offers... irresistible. It's terrible! They come to ModelLight and play a game, It doesn't work here as well, too many watching for them and weeding them out, but elsewhere... they are rather effective... so many children have been taken and abused... But they come to ModelLight shows as if it is a special challenge. Most haven't caught on to the web, yet, so they don't stay away from trying to lure out models from their parent's possession..."

I took a deep breath, not wholly following everything about Veronica's story, but I had to ask her, "Why me, Veronica?"

"Why did I leave Piper with you when I barely knew you?"

I nodded, "I've never figured that out. We dated early in high school. Hadn't seen each other except a month before you took off. Why me? Why leave your daughter with a stranger when you already worried about men abusing her or taking her?"

Veronica took a couple of rapid inhalations, then looked at her daughter, drawing back Piper's hair and stroking it a moment. "I'm sorry, Patrick... I should have told you a long time ago... should have told both of you..."

"Told me what? What?!"

She pursed her lips, looking at me, nodding towards the girl, "I know you'll be angry, Patrick, rightfully so, I'm sorry I didn't say anything earlier..."

"Tell me what!?" I exclaimed.

Veronica opened her mouth and stopped my heart.

"Piper... she... she's your daughter, Patrick."