The flight out of Hyderabad was so delayed that we missed our connection in Athens. We got rerouted onto a plane heading for Amsterdam before finally getting a late connection to Berlin. Our hotel room was much nicer than the one in Hyderabad, and the bed much softer when we crawled into that night.

I'd continued to brood, trying my best to keep most of it inside and show less of it to my young companion. Piper had largely reversed her mood, her cheerfulness returning that day and her frustration with my rejection growing distant. It helped, a little, that she maintained a positive spin on our relationship.

I woke in the night with Piper wrapped around me, one arm over my body, her face just inches from mine, one of her legs cocked up and over my lower leg, somehow trapped between my thighs. The girl's panty-covered crotch was firmly against my thigh.

I ignored everything about that moment and tried to go back to sleep. I felt her stirring a little, her leg tensing and then relaxing. I thought she might have woken slightly before falling under again.

Piper's hips moved. Just a quick, careful press against me and then she stilled. A moment later, she did it again. Her breathing suggested she was deep in sleep. I fought the arousal her movement and her warm crotch were causing to spread through me, managing to shame myself enough to keep my dick soft for the moment.

She shifted again, then again. Piper was literally humping my leg in her sleep.

This went on for some moments, mostly her remaining still, but sporadic movements pushed her warm, covered genitals against my thigh. I groaned quietly when my body finally won the fight and my cock rose up to press against her leg. I was thankful I had worn both sweats and briefs to bed.

Piper jerked in her sleep, then did it again, stirring stronger and I saw her eyes blink open. She looked down as if trying to see under the covers, then the girl noticed I was awake. "Did I do that?"

I nodded.

"Sorry..." She drew back her leg and I felt the place where Piper's crotch had been against my thigh turn cool. She'd gotten her wetness on my leg.

I ignored my throbbing cock as she turned over and appeared to sleep again.

"Uncle Patrick?"

"Hmm?"

"Sorry again. I didn't mean to do that..."

"I know... it's okay."

"I think I might have peed," she said, pulling the covers back slowly, "it feels wet down there..."

"It's... the same stuff as before, I think," I told her, "you got aroused in your sleep."

"Oh." Piper let the sheets drop back and scooted more firmly against me. "I didn't know that."

"Do you want to go clean yourself up?"

"I think so..."

I held the covers for her while she climbed out of bed. She stretched and reached under her nightshirt, pulling down her panties and tossing them aside. The panties caught on the ruffled comforter edge near the foot of the bed, and Piper crept in the low light towards the bathroom, shutting herself inside.

I was in a mortal struggle for control. I stared at Piper's panties as they dangled of the corner of the bed. If they would have fallen, I think I could have stopped myself from leaning down to pick them up. Instead, they held on, and my control gave out. I sat up, rolling slightly, and snatched the underwear, bringing them right to my nose.

I inhaled Piper's scent.

My hand was in my sweats, under my briefs, and on my cock in seconds. I sniffed the moist fabric, Piper's private scents filling me with warm arousal. I smeared the wetness onto my cheeks and under my nose, ensuring her scent would stay there for some time. I jerked off so fast I came in my briefs in only seconds, Piper's most secret odors drawn deep into my lungs. I spewed in strong, heavy spurts, flooding briefs and leaving thick ropes of sticky cum on my fingers and palm.

The bathroom door opened and I frantically tossed the panties onto the floor, keeping my hand inside my sweats. Piper shuffled back and told me, "Okay... All clean again."

Instead of going to her suitcase and pulling out clean underwear, Piper got back into bed and pushed her naked buttocks against my arm. I could feel the warmth of her body radiating through me. My other arm remained frozen, still holding my dick as it slowly grew soft.

"Night, Uncle Patrick."

"Uh... Good night, Piper..."

- - -

At some point, I pulled my hand free and wiped the cum on the part of the thin sheet hanging over the side. There was a lot of it, though by the time I went to wipe it away it had already cooled and thickened, my semen rolling into small, sticky balls and being a real bother to get off my flesh. Piper snoozed, unaware of my movements.

I'd moved my other hand, too and put it behind me, the temptation of the girl's naked bottom, her delicious little vulva so close to my fingers, would have soon been too much to avoid. I even scooted away from her a little, just to remove even that much awareness of her young, lovely body.

I woke well before Piper and crawled out of bed. My sweats had an obvious stain from where I'd cum a gallon in the night. I grabbed clothes for the day and shut myself in the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping into the steamy spray, just standing there several long moments to try to wash away the temptations, and my failure to avoid them.

Reasonably clean, I dried and dressed, then went back into the room. Piper was still asleep. I settled into a chair by the slender desk along one wall and opened my laptop.

A message was waiting from my supervisor, Marilyn. She wanted to ensure that I had arrived in Berlin okay and she requested that I call her before the event started on Wednesday. With my companion still sleeping, I grabbed my cell phone, stepped out of the room into the hotel hallway, and made my way down to the stairwell, stepping inside and keeping the door partially ajar in case Piper should wake and try to find me.

"Patrick, good," Marilyn said when she picked up. "Listen, are you already in Berlin?"

"I am, got in last night."

"Good. There's a small... complication... with the ModelLight event."

"Oh?" Sometimes assignments got canceled or the times and dates were moved around. It wasn't common, but it wasn't unheard of. I expected something like what she told me next.

"The venue has moved. I'll email you the new location."

"Okay..." This was really not something which should have required a phone call.

"Did, uh, did you think you did okay in Tokyo? The event you did by mistake?"

I shrugged, telling her, "I think so. Didn't get any response from the client, so I hope it went well. Are they unhappy?"

"No, just the opposite, actually. They thought you had a real eye for capturing the models. So much so that they want to tender you a private contract."

"Private contract?"

"You're free to sign your own deals, Patrick, you know that," Marilyn told me, "so long as you still get to your assignments and perform as expected."

"Right. I've not done so before, but it was offered a couple of times, I recall."

"Well, uh," Marilyn was clearly hesitating, and I felt my hairs bristling in uncertainty.

"What is it?"

"Milton had a private contract with ModelLight. It... it's complicated, Patrick."

"How so?"

"Look," she said, "I can't tell you not to take it, okay? And I'm definitely not going to tell you to take it. Milton seemed to... enjoy... the private shoots."

"Private shoots?"

"With the models. After the event."

I begin to get a sense of where this was going. "Oh. Oh... You mean..."

"It's all professional, I promise you," she said quickly, "but... it takes a certain... mindset... to not freak out..."

"Naked girls," I groaned.

"Yeah... the private shoots are... sorta legal in certain places. So long as the girls aren't put in explicitly sexual poses or doing... you know... obviously sexual things... they can be naked and it's tolerated in some places..."

"Like Berlin..."

"Like Berlin."

"I dunno," I told Marilyn. "I saw... some of that when I was in Tokyo. I showed up early, saw the girls dressing, got a little freaked out, honestly, and the outfits they wore! I cannot begin to describe what they put those girls in. Even my niece was showing too much!"

"Your niece," the woman replied, "she's one of the models?"

"Yeah, I... I didn't know... just a random thing that I found out. She was in Tokyo, with her mom. I've still got her with me for a while, so... Look, is this something I can just decline and there's no consequences?"

Marilyn told me, "The company's not going to do anything. This is between you and the ModelLight folks. So long as you handle your assignment for us, you'll be fine, but..."

"But Milton did the private shoots and the ModelLight people expect I'll do the same..."

"I think so..."

"Shit."

Marilyn said, "I'll send you the contact information for the woman who's arranging things. She expects an answer by this evening. If you don't agree to do it... don't be surprised if they request you not be allowed to work their events in the future..."

"Not sure that's much of a threat. I felt rather uncomfortable in Tokyo."

"As any decent person would..."

"Why do we do business with ModelLight, Marilyn? It seems really shady stuff is going on..."

"No idea," she replied, "I just work here. You'd have to ask our owners."

"Never so much as talked to them, so I doubt I'll be doing that."

Marilyn said, "Whatever you decide, do it today, and let me know, okay? It's unofficial, but... I'll need to arrange for someone else at their next event if you decline the private shoot..."

"I'll let you know."

- - -

It made me wonder who had done the private shoot in Tokyo if Milton usually did both ends. I hadn't been made aware there was such a thing beyond a comment or question in the winner interview after the competition, and no one had so much as hinted that I would be expected elsewhere.

I remembered the young Japanese girl and her mother. Was it Milton they expected to come in and take intimately-revealing photographs of the child? I'd always thought Milton was a little creepy, but I never thought he'd be one to take pictures of little girl's genitals. Little girl pussies, the woman, Yrsa, had uttered in describing them. It hit me that when she'd talked about me looking away and not staring between the young girls' legs that the pedo she'd been describing, someone who didn't look away, was Milton. Or someone like Milton.

Jesus Christ, what was I to do? I didn't need the extra gig, for sure, but I had no idea how long I might have to drag Piper with me. Given her passion for performing, I knew she desperately wanted me to take her to the ModelLight competitions. If I didn't get those gigs in the future, a conflict would almost certainly come up soon. I wondered if I might be able to find her a different organization to perform in, something less overtly-sexual and more family-friendly than the ModelLight events.

I most certainly didn't like that the idea of seeing more little girl pussies had caused my penis to grow hard in my slacks.

- - -

"These... inside girls... the ones you told me about before," I said to Piper in our room, "they do these private shoots, right?"

Piper nodded, "Yeah. Why?"

"Cause I've just been asked to be the photographer for them after the competition... "

Piper's eyes lit up, "Does that mean I get to do one finally? I get to be an inside girl?"

"Hang on," I told her, "I haven't decided that I'm doing the shoot..."

Her brow crinkled, "Why not?"

"Why not?" I repeated, "Because it sounds to me like child pornography, Piper."

"Child pranagraphy?"

"Pornography. It's illegal and abusive. Pictures of naked children, or worse."

Piper shrugged, "Don't see why it is a big deal, I've seen lots of girls naked before. So has Mommy, and everybody at the competitions."

"I get the sense these are... smaller venues where men with money and... sexual interests... get an eyeful of naked girls... and worse... I suspect strongly it doesn't end with just seeing them naked..."

"What, like, sexing with them? Orgasming them?"

"Exactly."

Piper pursed her lips, "But I thought you said that was wrong..."

"It is..."

"Oh. So why do they do it?"

"The men? Because... they get aroused by little girls."

"Like you do?"

I groaned.

Piper followed up, "Or... is it just me?"

"Just you," I muttered, remembering how I'd sniffed Piper's moist panties in the night.

She smiled, "It's okay, really, if you like other girls, just so long as you don't do anything with them you won't do with me..."

"That, Piper, I promise."

"So you gonna do it, then? And let me be an inside girl? Please?!"

"I haven't decided yet." The strong pull in the direction of doing the shoot was almost balanced out by my fear of going to prison for doing so, and worse, my horror that I might even let Piper get naked in front of others. I was torn between my arousal of the images in my head of Piper and other girls nude, and my growing disgust that I'd even consider either at all. "I'll let you know..."

- - -

I stewed on the idea all day. Piper mostly left it alone, only pushing me a couple of times, briefly, for a decision. I thought hard and decided I would split my bet. "I'll do the shoot, but... you are only there to watch and learn, okay?"

Piper looked upset, "Why? I want to be an inside girl!"

"I know," I told her, "but don't you want to learn how to be a photographer like me? If you're an inside girl, you won't get to see what I'm doing, right?"

Pursing her lips, she said, "I suppose..."

"And besides... I want to get a feel for these private shows first. Make sure they're good enough for you. I don't want to take you there and have you do something you don't want to do, okay? Remember what you said about that guy Franklin? Creepy guys like him will be all over the private shows. Let's see what goes on first, then we can talk it over afterwards. Deal?"

"Okay. Deal."

I called back Marilyn and let her know, then called the organizer, Gretchen. The woman who answered was terse and distracted, and I had to give my name three times before I could let her know I'd do the private event.

"Don't bring your equipment, we'll provide everything," Gretchen told me. "And don't bring anyone else. You said you worked the Tokyo event?"

"Just the main competition. I didn't do the private one..."

"Hmmm. Milton's dead, I hear?"

"I'm afraid he is."

"Bother. He was decent and well-liked. Hope you're up to the challenge."

"I'll do my best. Listen, my... niece... is a competitor. Piper Olivier."

"Piper... ah yes, pretty dark-haired girl. I remember her, of course. What of it?"

"Well... she'll need to come with me to the private event. I can't leave her by herself."

"She's not one of the private models..."

"No, and she won't be this time either. She's my assistant right now. She'll just be helping me."

"Fine, bring your... niece... but no one else, understood?"

"Understood."

"The location will be given to you after the main show. It will begin at eight."

She hung up and I let Piper know what we were doing, the girl apparently accepting her limited participation in the private event.

- - -

My nerves in jumbles, my mind spinning with fears and possibilities, we walked down the street and ate at a late-night French diner right in the heart of Berlin.

"Picked an outfit yet?"

"Oh, yes," Piper beamed, "it's one of my favorites!"

"I, uh... assume it is rather revealing?"

Piper shrugged, "I suppose. I dunno. Mommy buys them for me, or sometimes I get them as presents."

"Presents... from whom?"

She shrugged again, "I dunno, Mommy just calls them admirers. Usually, they're pretty nice to wear."

"Is it normal for everyone to... you know... wear very revealing outfits? Are all the competitions you do like that?"

"I guess. I don't really notice. I just like to dance and look pretty."

"What will you do," I asked, "if they don't have a pole for you to use?"

"I can do other stuff," she told me, a patient frown on her face, "I don't just do one dance, you know."

"No... I figured you didn't."

"I'll just do one of the routines I know. Dunno which one yet..."

"So," I pondered, "if you really don't know what goes on at these after-events... at least you've heard rumors, right? Other girls who do them surely talk about them?"

"Umm, maybe," Piper replied, looking thoughtful, "just, they pose and sometimes dance, I think. Sometimes they do special shoots."

"Special shoots?"

"I dunno. Maybe."

She didn't seem to know more so I stopped pressing her, asking instead, "But the winner of every competition... it's always an inside girl?"

"Always," Piper replied, "it makes me mad. It's why I want to be one, so I can win. It's not fair..."

"I thought for sure you would win in Tokyo. You were easily the best model out there," I said to her, "and that pole dance... that was special, Piper."

The girl grinned, "Thanks... I like that one best."

"I just want to warn you," I said, "that if I think things are really bad at the private shoot, if I get a sense that you might be in danger, we leave immediately, okay? If I say we go, you don't argue with me, okay? I promise that if we have to leave, it's the right thing."

"Okay," Piper said calmly, "but what are you worried about?"

"What I'm worried about," I said quietly, "is that there will be men there who want to have sex with you and that they'll be willing to hurt you, and me, to do so..."

"They might hurt me and you?"

"Yes. That's what I'm afraid of."

"Oh," Piper replied, looking serious and thoughtful again, "I didn't know that."

- - -

I almost changed my mind the second we arrived at the location where the Berlin competition would take place. Instead of a convention center or even a hotel conference room, the driver took us into a fairly sketchy area and pointed to a building with a dilapidated sign which hung unevenly over a rusting metal door. "You sure?" I asked the man who spoke good English.

"That's the place. Not sure why you going here. Rough area."

"Not sure either. Will you wait a couple of minutes while I go check that this is the right spot?"

"I can."

I took Piper with me so as not to leave her alone in a car with a stranger, setting our equipment out before heading to the door. It looked abandoned, scummy windows blocked by something dark on the inside. I knocked heavily a couple of times and the door swung outward, a stocky, muscular man standing in the doorway. He looked me over sternly, then saw Piper partially hidden behind me. "Names?"

I gave them and the man made us wait a moment, closing the door. I nodded to the cab driver to let him know we were still wanting him to wait. I'd given him a few extra euros for the trouble and he let the cab idle in return.

The stocky man returned, "You may come inside."

I waved off the driver and we grabbed our things, following the man inside. He closed the door behind him, the bare light in the narrow hallway making me feel rather claustrophobic. "Not sure about this," I muttered to Piper.

She didn't reply but didn't look nearly as fearful as I felt.

The man led us to a door at the end of the hall and knocked there. That door opened, and I was surprised to see Yrsa, the woman who had pulled me out of the model room in Tokyo. "Ah, Patrick. Nice to see you once more. And lovely Piper! Oh, dear, you are very welcomed!"

"Yrsa," I said, "Uh... this place is a dump..."

She laughed lightly, "Only on the outside. Much nicer within. Come in, come in," she said, waving us through the door, "Four or five others are already here, including my daughter. First door on the left, then turn right. You'll find the dressing room there."

We started to go where she directed, and then Yrsa stopped us again, saying, "Patrick? Where is Veronica?'

"She, uh... she couldn't make this one..."

"Oh, dear. That is a shame. So are you helping Piper, then?" Her eyes were narrowed and distrustful.

"I am... also photographing the event."

"How do you and Piper know each other?"

"She's, uh... my niece. Odd coincidence, right?" I chuckled, trying to make it sound sincere and less obviously a cover story than it sounded in my head.

"Hmm. Yes. Fortunate, I suppose, for both of you... Be about it, then, I hear another knock out front."

She stayed at the door to await the stocky man bringing in the next arrival and I quickly led Piper through the first door and around the corner. The hallway opened into a broad, well-lit and brightly-decorated dressing room. Compared to the building exterior, this was a luxurious location. Colorful banners, ribbons, fresh flowers, and scented candles burning in corners made the room feel warm and festive.

There were rows of lockers and benches lining them, what I thought must be a shower area half-visible through another entrance near the back. I heard the sounds of water spraying heavily in that direction.

Two little girls were sitting on opposite sides of the room, each with a woman nearby, one adult digging through a garment bag, the other kneeling down, hand on the girl's knee as they talked quietly.

Both girls were still dressed, thankfully, but that would soon change, I knew.

"So," I said to Piper, "this is your game. Tell me what I need to do."

"I go shower," the ten-year old told me, "then we start doing my outfit, then my makeup and hair."

"I... I have no clue how to do any of that, Piper..."

"I'll show you," she smiled, "it's not too hard!"

One of the two little girls dragged off her shirt and her jeans, followed quickly by her panties, and rushed, naked, towards the showers.

I groaned and tried to set my mind to work and not pedophilia.

"Alright, go shower, then..."

Piper picked a locker and opened it, taking a lock out of her bag and handing it to me, "You have to lock it when we get ready to perform, okay?"

"You know the combination?"

She nodded, "I memorized it." Piper hung her garment bag and put her accessory duffle in, as well, then without reservation, took off her shirt, leggings, and panties, stuffing them behind the duffle, grabbed a pair of shower shoes, soap, a cloth, and three slender bottles, then looked at me, "Sorry," she said, "I kinda have to, here..."

"I know. Just go shower."

"Be back!"

I wasn't sure why the shower she'd taken in the hotel that morning wasn't sufficient, but then again, I knew nothing about modeling, so maybe it was just ritual, or maybe she had to do something just before her makeup or outfit went on. I had no idea.

I busied myself with getting my equipment sorted, double checking that I'd brought everything, and as usual, I'd not missed a thing. Girls and their guardians came in one after another over the several minutes it took Piper to shower. Most of the adults were women, but a couple were men. Each of them paused to look me over as if perhaps they considered me a threat, whether to them or to their young charges, I couldn't be sure. I tried to appear harmless and returned to checking my cameras.

"New here?" One man said after depositing a girl of ten or eleven down at the end of one bench, the girl already half-undressed, her blossoming breasts puffy and the girl's nipples hard in the cool air in the room.

"Uh... sort of."

"Sort of?" the man replied in an even tone which suggested he didn't trust me.

"I worked the Tokyo event."

"Missed that one," the man said, "never seen you before. You the private guy?"

"Private guy? Oh, yeah. I'm doing that one, too."

He nodded, "Well... when you get yourself sorted, I want some new ones of my daughter, alright? Preferably before she showers..."

I tried not to react with the sense of distrust I suddenly had for the whole situation. "Uh... yeah. I... I've got my... my niece here, too. I'll be down just as soon as she's out of her shower."

"Fine. I'll make her wait until you're down."

I watched him go and saw the young preteen sitting quietly, completely naked now, staring down between her legs. Something was odd, beyond just the way I'd just been asked to take pictures of a man's naked pubescent daughter.

Piper returned soon after and only had a towel wrapped around her body. "Back!" she said with excitement. "I'll get my suit out!"

"I've got to go take a few snaps for a guy. I'll be right down there, okay?" I told her, pointing to the girl who appeared slightly older than Piper. "Come get me if you need me, otherwise, I'll be right back."

"Okay."

I grabbed my camera and started down the bench row, stopping near the man and girl and saying, "I'm here..."

The man turned, saw the camera in my hand, and shook his head, "Where's the private camera?"

"Huh?"

"The private camera. Not yours..."

I remembered that the woman I'd spoken to about doing the private shoot had mentioned that they would provide the equipment. I wondered if the same rules applied. "I... I haven't been given it yet..."

"No bother," the man said, turning and reaching into a black bag, "use mine. Easier that way."

"So... what do you want me to shoot?"

The man looked down and I couldn't tell if his expression was sweet or incredibly creepy. "My daughter's hit a big milestone. Got her first period just a couple of hours ago."

I got my first look at the girl and saw an expression bordering on embarrassment on her face, though, I had to admit, she also seemed to be a little proud, too. I shivered for a dozen different reasons. My eyes moved from her face, which was slender and soft, tanned-beige and just a couple of dark freckles visible along one ear, just below where her dark-brown tresses were curly but not yet gathered and drawn neatly together.

Her breasts were small, barely puffs, but clearly blossoming buds were there. Her light-brown nipples were still hard over top the soft brown areolae. She sat a little hunched, her narrow hips producing no curve even with her seated, slender thighs parted slightly.

I saw, then, an arousing and troubling sight.

The girl's first public hairs had started to grow in, sparse, dark, and curly, in an area no more than two-inches diameter just above her swollen, somewhat-puffy labia majora. The girl's clit was sticking out, rather larger than I could have expected for a girl so young. Her labia minora were thin, dark-red, and barely visible.

A smear of red blood trailed from half-way down her slit and onto one thigh.

I gulped twice, nearly choking.

"Uh... you... uh... want to... uh..."

"You okay?" The man said with narrowed eyes. "You done this before?"

"Huh? Yeah... yeah... sorry... not had coffee yet... uh... Want to... go through your pose progression... for me?"

The man nodded and spoke to his daughter in what sounded like staccato German. The girl leaned back a little and her face went from a mix of embarrassment and pride to her game face, the one all the models seemed to paint on for a couple of hours while they competed. You would never know that the girl had just spread her legs wider to show me, some stranger with a camera, her naked genitals and her first menstruation.

I snapped photos with my heart beating wildly. I felt awkward, my fingers fumbling. I'd worked cameras like the man's many times, it should have been automatic to take reasonable shots.

But seeing these private things, seeing this young girl with her legs spreading wider again, was making it hard to breathe evenly and keep the camera steady. I could now see her vagina, the small opening between her lower lips red and bloody, a drop or two already having slid out and down the inner curve of her buttock to collect on the wooden bench.

She was breathing faster as if growing excited. I could see her good-sized clit rising in front of my eyes, her labia slowly peeling open as her arousal seemed to spread. Wait, was this girl sexually excited to let me see her there? To see her period blood? Her vagina? I simply couldn't imagine it was true.

The girl moved her legs, to one side, but raising them up just enough to reveal the lower part of her slit, the period blood a bright focus underneath her thighs. Her dark-blue eyes almost twinkled at me. I snapped more pictures. I'm not even sure they were in focus. I don't even know what the focus was on.

It occurred to me it was odd that I'd been asked to take the photos. It was this guy's camera, why hadn't he just taken them himself?

The girl's legs came around, now stretched out on the bench, she leaned back, pushing out her puffy young breasts, and I snapped more shots.

And then I understood what the man wanted me to do. The girl returned to her original pose, legs spread just enough to see her slit and the signs of her first menstruation still smeared on her thigh. Her father sat beside her, put his arm around her, and the girl leaned her head on his shoulder.

If not for the fact that she was naked, flushed, her blossoming, menstruating pussy visible, it would have been just another sweet father/daughter photograph like I'd taken so many times.

I punched the button several times, stepping to one side, then another.

I was overwhelmed beyond any moment I could recall. I really fought for breath, confused, aroused, not sure if I shouldn't be calling the Berlin police right that second.

"Wonderful," the man said, drawing me partially out of my rising panic, "may I see them before you go?"

My hand shook terribly as I held the camera out for him.

I looked at the girl and saw her taking deep breaths. Her game face had faded back to the original I'd seen, and the embarrassment there had mostly been replaced by what appeared to be arousal. She didn't bother hiding herself, her legs actually spreading wider as she relaxed. My eyes went on their own to look again at the beautiful girl's menstruating vulva. She saw me look and smiled. It was a genuine smile, too. Not a shy one, at least not fully, and not one which suggested she felt abused, exploited, or otherwise was being harmed. She seemed to like that I, and her father, could see such personal things between her legs.

"These are perfect! You've captured this moment well!"

"Th-th-thanks. I sh-should get b-back to my n-niece."

"Of course." The man reached into his pocket and pulled out folded bills, pulling out two and asking, "Forty?"

I nodded, no idea what was expected for such services. He handed me the money. It was in euros.

I turned away from the man and his nude, menstruating daughter, breaking the spell I'd been under, my knees shaking all the way back to Piper, the girl standing naked as if it was the most normal thing in the world. For once, the girl's nudity was not the most troubling thing I'd seen that day.

"Take some good shots?" she asked. "Lena is very pretty."

"Y-you know her?"

"Not really," Piper replied as she slowly dragged one sheer leg of a hose up to her mid-thigh, causing her genitals to spread like a flower. I tried to look away and failed. "I've talked to her, umm, a couple of times, maybe. She talks good English, I think. I just said hi, though."

"That was... strange..." I whispered as Piper started on the second leg. "He... he's her father... and he wanted to take pictures with her... she just started her first menstruation..."

"First... manitation?"

"Tell you later," I said, then when I saw Piper about to protest, "I'll tell you later, I promise. Not right now..."

"What's strange about it?"

"Well... that a father wants to let a stranger take pictures of him with his very naked daughter..."

Piper shrugged, "Not really strange, I guess. But I guess you think so..."

"Very much so..." I shook my head, swimming in arousal and concern and more than a fair bit of morbid curiosity about just what I'd gotten myself into.

- - -

Piper's outfit was not quite as revealing as the one she'd worn in Tokyo, in that her vulva was not directly visible through it, but what she wore certainly wasn't any less overtly sexual. She wore a sheer-white top, silky and very tight, without sleeves, which featured strategically placed openings, irregular holes which made a grand flame design when not seen up close. The 'flames' danced right up to where her nipples were almost revealed. I figured that as Piper shifted, her darker flesh there would surely be revealed at times.

But worse, the top tucked seamlessly into a golden skirt which barely came down past Piper's crotch, not even far enough to meet the sheer hose which were attached with clamped straps to a garter belt which hugged tightly around Piper's hips. The underwear she wore, if you could call it that, barely covered her immature genitals in the front, and were just a string in the back. For all intents and purposes, Piper's ass was completely naked.

I groaned for a million reasons after we got the outfit in place.

The noise in the room had grown loud as more girls and guardians had come in. Without looking too closely at any of them, I guessed there were twenty or so girls, similar age ranges as Tokyo, none of them older than thirteen. There were four other men besides me, most of the adults appearing to be mothers of the girls they were outfitting and dabbing and brushing.

"Now we do my hair, then we do the makeup," Piper told me.

At least she wasn't naked any longer, though there were plenty of young models around me who were.

At least no one else had come to get me to take photos of their menstruating daughters. Yet.

- - -

The hair was a reasonable distraction, actually. I kept my eyes locked on Piper's beautiful raven tresses. Her hair was incredibly soft and silky and brushing out while still a little wet was fairly easy. The girl seemed to enjoy the innocent attention, humming to herself and patiently letting me follow her instructions. Once she felt satisfied with my brushing, she showed me how to separate and then curl or twist or interlock one tress or another until I'd built up a lovely, multi-layered bow of sorts on the back of her head, letting the ends hang down. On each of those, I tied in a red-rose colored ribbon.

Piper kept an eye on my work with a set of large hand mirrors, correcting me when I'd missed a step or left something too loose. I'm sure it took ten times longer than it would have with her mother, but I actually felt kinda proud of myself once Piper declared it perfect and said we should move on to the makeup.

I was less adept at helping her there, so mostly, I just helped return the brushes and sticks and liners and trays to the organizer case she kept in the duffle. As she had in Tokyo, Piper actually wore little makeup. She added an orange gloss to her lips, a touch of rosy-coloring on her cheeks, and she darkened and thickened her lashes and brows. It made her go from ten to thirteen, at least her face. Her body, despite the outfit, still showed clearly that she was a young girl.

I checked my watch, "We've got about forty minutes before the start. I need to go scout out a location to do the regular shoot. I'll be back behind the stage in fifteen minutes to do the first official shoots. You'll be right here, right?"

Piper nodded, then she smiled, leaned up and gently kissed my cheek. "Thanks, Uncle Patrick. You did great!"

I grinned despite my ill-ease and replied, "Thanks, Piper. You're a great model. You make me look good, you know, no matter what I do."

That pleased the girl and I left her with that thought.

- - -

The room was very small, I thought, room for no more than sixty to watch the event. The seats were half-full, more people milling around, mostly men. I had to wind my way through idlers and folding chairs to find a spot along one side where I thought I could photograph the stage.

It wasn't much of a stage, really, and the short runway was not much better. Piper had asked earlier about a pole and they had nothing to offer. There was barely room to take four steps and turn around the way the room was laid out. I was lucky to find a small, unused platform extension where I could get another foot or so of height from which to photograph the models. I sat my equipment case on the platform, hoping no one would mess with it or walk off with my gear. I grabbed my favorite handheld, then went backstage to find most of the models already lined up and waiting.

- - -

One by one I took the photos after asking each girl her name. A few I recognized, barely, from Toyko, including the young Japanese girl whose mother had requested photographs before that event.

"Ah, Patrick."

I looked up to see Yrsa standing beside a pretty, tall, vaguely-familiar blonde girl who was probably eight or nine, a tight blue leotard stretched over her body, the crotch a faded-white, the impression of the child's vulva making it hard to tell if it was shadows in the fabric or the girl's genitals showing through. Her hair was tied in four ribbons which were tightly bound down the back of her head, hanging down to her mid-back and finished with colorful bands. Her legs were bare except for several of what looked like lacy, free-resting garters of blue and gold and black, all above the knee.

"Yrsa, hello," I replied after what felt like a long time spent looking over the girl beside her.

"You've met my daughter, Grete, yes?"

I had photographed the girl in Tokyo, but I didn't recall Yrsa being at her side the last time. Of course, I had been rather off balance during that event. It was amazing I remembered anything other than little girl pussies, as Yrsa had called them. "Yes," I said, "nice to see you again, Grete. Let me get your introductory shots."

While I snapped photos of Grete, Yrsa asked me, "Sure you're up for this evening, Patrick? Things can be... a little different... in the private shoots."

I finished Grete's shots and whispered, "A man asked me to take pictures of his daughter earlier."

Yrsa cocked her head. "Yes? This is not unusual, Patrick..."

"She was naked, and menstruating..."

Yrsa smiled, "Ah, Lena! Yes, I heard. Wonderful for her! Such a lovely age to start. She's just ten!"

I was taken aback, but I didn't reply.

Yrsa watched me a moment, then she said quietly, "Expect more of that, Patrick. Much more."

I nodded silently, not wanting to start worrying about what much more meant.

A few models later, I came to Lena and she looked quite stunning, though her outfit left little to the imagination. In fact, to my horror, it got much worse. Not only were her puffy breasts easily seen below the sheer light-tan leotard, her vulva was swollen in the crotch, the see-through fabric pulled tightly so that both the color of her labia and the surrounding flesh were obviously different. The worse part was that the girl had continued to menstruate, the tight fitted bottoms of the leotard were white and covered down to her knees. Streaks of bright red were still wet on her inner thighs. I was horrified, but the girl just smiled at me and her father thanked me again for photographing them earlier.

I barely managed to take three or four of the snots of Lena before I had to move on. I hoped the reviewer at ModelLight didn't notice how I'd taken less than the minimum expected of the menstruating girl.

Piper was near the end and she was humming to herself, smiling when she saw me step around the girl in front of her. Piper was so beautiful. To me, she was head and shoulders beyond any of the girls. Maybe I was biased. Maybe it was because she resembled her beautiful mother so much. But damn did that girl have a presence. It would have made any man, or woman, pay attention to her, whether her genitals were almost uncovered or not. "Feeling okay?" she asked me.

I imagine I was pale and sweaty. I'd not recovered from the shots of Lena earlier that day, and that sensation of shame and horror had only gotten worse when the girl had continued to menstruate into her outfit, staining it with her fresh period blood. "Y-yeah. Just... hot in here."

That was a lie. The whole building was very cold. I wondered if they did that intentionally so that little girl nipples might stay hard.

"Well, I'm ready!" Piper announced. "Can't wait to go!"

I took extra photos of her, even several bonus ones from the back where her little bottom was exposed when she bent slightly forward, turning to blow me another kiss. Simply adorable, she was. "Good luck, Piper," I told her before moving to the next girl in line.

"Thanks, Uncle Patrick!"

- - -

The competition was much like Tokyo. The girls all took the stage, though thoroughly crammed together this time, before one after another strolled the short runway, striking poses. I dutifully snapped the required shots, even of Lena, her blood now threatening to drip from her outfit and down her calves. Piper looked spectacular, and I saw several men rise up in their seats and lean forward to get closer looks at her. From the raised catwalk, Piper's underwear and exposed bottom were easy to see for those sitting in folding chairs on the floor. Even with my platform and tripod, some of her poses showed her buttocks and hints of her vulva under the short golden skirt.

Each girl performed her skill, and by the time Lena did her tumbling and spinning, the blood from her vagina had begun to dry near her knee and well-down one calf. Most of the outfit below her mid-hip was now bright red. I felt extremely embarrassed for the girl, but she didn't seem to notice, putting on an excited, joyous face and doing a rather impressive routine as if she hadn't just bled through her arousing outfit.

Piper's dance was more sensual than most. She was slow at first, spinning slowly before carefully moving from side to side on the stage as if in a fantastical performance, gazing out over those watching as if searching for a lost lover or a wishing for a romantic rendezvous. I was captivated, and I wasn't the only one. She, several times, bent or turned or otherwise moved so that her buttocks jiggled, her round bottom rose and perfect and easily seen. I couldn't stop the erection pulsing in my pants from drooling the whole time Piper was on.

The question phase of the competition was skipped completely, unlike Tokyo. Instead the girls gathered on the stage together, bowed to cheers and hoots, then left, the competition now in the hands of the judges.

I felt surely Piper had been wrong about inside girls always winning. Surely her performance had been much better than the other girls. Not only was Piper good enough to be a legitimate model, her dance had been something you might only see from someone twice her age. It had maturity, tension, and wonder, all while she held difficult positions or moved between poses which were not easy, even in a vacuum, to hit so perfectly. Surely the judges would see what I saw.

But then the third and second place girls were announced, neither of them Piper. "And the winner of this year's Berlin competition," said the thickly-accented announcer, "is Miss Lena!"

They picked the girl who just bled all over herself on stage.

I couldn't believe it. Not that I wished the girl ill or thought her performance was poor, not by any means, but several other girls, including Piper, were better models on the catwalk, and her skill performance was only top five, at most. Plus, you know, the whole menstruation on stage thing.

Maybe, I realized, that's what they loved most, that the girl had announced to the world, or at least, the perverts in the room, that she'd become a woman, able to breed. Her puffy breasts had been a nice first sign, but the bloody mess in her crotch was the truest mark of womanhood. I wondered if Lena was already an inside girl, or if she had just become one that night.

I collected my gear and went backstage, checked on Piper and saw the disappointment on her face. I promised I'd be back for her as soon as I was through shooting the after-event interviews and made her swear she wouldn't leave the dressing room under any circumstances.

The first two girls were pleased with their finishes, both needing interpreters to respond to the interview questions. Lena's turn was next. One man asked her if she was proud of her display, and Lena's enthusiasm bubbled over, the preteen crying tears of joys with a smile on her face as she explained, I learned through her father's translation, that the timing of her first period was a clear sign from God, that it had only come that morning on the way to the event, and clearly, God wanted her to proudly display signs of her womanhood for all gathered to see it. Horror aside from the subject, I recalled Piper telling me earlier that Lena spoke decent English. I wondered why her father was translating the interviewer's words and the girl's responses.

Another interviewer asked if her outfit was for sale. Lena's father didn't bother translating for his daughter, "Yes, naturally. Though," he said with a chuckle, "I'm sure you understand it will come with a hefty premium."

The men interviewing Lena laughed, one saying, "Worth, uh, every euro!"

I couldn't believe the next question, "Miss Lena, now that you are a woman, have you decided yet to take a lover, and if so, who will be that lucky man? Your father? Have you solicited offers?"

The man translated and Lena smiled, her tears stopped but her face still a little puffy and red. She shook her head, and her father told the men, "She has not thought on this. It is all so new. She will make a decision soon."

"Do you hope it will be you, Gunther?" the father was asked.

The man held up his hands, "I wish only for my daughter to be happy, and for her lover to treat her as I do. She is free to choose, I will support her decision, of course. She wishes to register, of course, so that she might consider offers before making her decision. Now, if that is all, we must go get ready for the event this evening. Thank you all. This is a glorious day for my Lena!"

The interviews began to break up. I hadn't snapped more than five or six photos of Lena, frozen after hearing the questions she was asked. Had she taken a lover? Had it been her father? What in the world was going on?

I stopped the man as he and his menstruating daughter walked past me, sure I'd not heard things correctly, "Uh, Gunther?"

"Yes?" the man said, turning, "Ah, photographer. Yes?"

"Your daughter... she's... ten, right?"

"Yes...?"

"She was asked about lovers..."

The man cocked his head, "Perfectly normal, I assure you. She is a woman as of this morning. She is free to choose to take lovers as she will."

"I just... but... she's ten!"

"Photographer... do you not approve?"

Something in his tone suggested I drop the subject. I got the strong impression that the stocky man who had showed us into the building would not be so kind on the way out if anyone thought I might run to the authorities just then. "Uh... no, that's not it," I scrambled for a plausible explanation, "Uh... I... uh... can I submit an offer? You know... to be her lover?"

Gunther laughed, "You, photographer? How many forty-euro shoots can you do a day? I do not think you can offer a fraction of what she will ask."

"But the money goes to her?"

"Of course," he looked at me incredulously, "why would it not? She sets her price and collects what she believes is fair. That is the way it has always worked!"

"Oh, right, of course," I stammered, "just... uh... just making sure... heard some rumors that some girls weren't getting... uh... their money... just making sure..."

"That is troubling, I have not heard these rumors..."

I shrugged, trying to quickly extricate myself. "Yeah, just rumors. I'm sure they're not true. Hey, Lena, great job today!"

Gunther watched me carefully a moment, then translated my words. The girl nodded and smiled broadly, as if her crotch and half her thighs weren't coated in her menstrual blood. "Thank you," she said lightly.

"Anything else, photographer?"

"No... uh... thanks..."

Gunther nodded curtly, then turned and took Lena's arm, the girl walking confidently along at his side, a fresh trickle of menstrual blood sliding down the ten-year old's inner thigh.

Patrick, Male, 25

	- Narrator, professional photographer

	- 5'9, beige skin, 165lbs, muted-brown bangs

Piper, Female, 10

	- Child model

	- 4'7, tanned beige skin, 90lbs, blue-green eyes, straight raven-black hair

Lena, Female, 10

	- Child model

	- 4'11, tanned beige skin, 100lbs, dark-blue eyes, curly dark-brown hair