The door to Modern Modeling opened, activating the soft chimes and the little redhead pranced into the outer office. "Hi, Mister Miller."

"Well, hi there, Stacie!" the man at the desk answered. "And didn't I tell you to call me Hank?" he said, standing up to greet the cute twelve year old girl. Walking over, he draped his arm across her shoulder and escorted her into the reception room. "Right on time, I see."

"I'd better be! I ran most of the way", she answered.

This was exactly what he'd been waiting for! "Why don't you head on back to the dressing room and I'll be right with you."

"OK!" the excited girl squealed as she ran toward the studios in back. He turned and went back to the front door, flipping the sign to show that the shop was closed for the day and bolted the door.

He'd first seen Stacie about a month ago, in his best spot for finding new "talent", the girls clothing section of Wal-Mart. She'd been pestering her mother to buy her the latest in preteen slut fashions, and was close to tears. Her mom was quietly explaining that she was sorry but she just couldn't afford to buy her any new clothes, that she was even worried if she could afford the groceries she was pushing in the cart.

Hank had politely interrupted "Excuse me, but I couldn't help overhearing. Maybe I can help you out." He handed her his business card and quickly explained that there was some easy money to be made in modeling. If they would agree to come to his office for half an hour, he'd pay for what was in the grocery cart plus the little tube top with "HOT STUFF" glittered across the front.

They hesitated only a minute before accepting his offer and were soon sitting in his comfortable office. He had several portfolios to exhibit teen and preteen models, and told them about some of the outrageous sums that were paid to the top models. As their eyes began to light up with dreams of what that kind of money would mean, he explained that it was really tough to get into that market. That it would mean a large expense on their part to put together a portfolio of Stacie and they'd probably have to move to LA or New York where the ad agencies were. As he watched their faces fall, the dream smashed, he pulled another file out and set it on the table. "There is another line of modeling that pays very well, and you've already got everything you need for it. But it's not for everyone," he said as he opened the folder titled "Paula".

The first picture showed a brunette about the same age as Stacie, standing in front of blue background, wearing a beautiful red robe. As he slowly flipped the pages she went through a series of poses and the robe began to open. "I shot this set a couple of months ago." In fact, it had been over two years ago in another state that Paula had posed for him.

As the series continued the robe opened to reveal a white string bikini. And it ended with the robe on the floor, the young bikini clad girl lying across it, blowing a kiss to the camera. "I know that some people are offended by this kind of material and scream about exploitation, but I pay the model two hundred dollars to pose for a set like this. And it usually only takes a couple of hours to shoot so like I said, it's pretty easy money." He stood up, said "I'll let you two talk it over" and left the room. Sitting right outside the door, he could hear every word easily but it wasn't necessary. Both the mother and daughter were excited by the idea and anxious to get the money. After a couple of minutes he lightly knocked and opened the door, "Well, what do you think? Are you ready to get to work?"

"Now?! You want her to start modeling right now?' the mom asked with surprise.

Hank smiled, "Now's as good a time as any, but if you'd rather not that's OK. It was nice to meet you both."

Stacie piped up now. "Mom! I want to do it!"

"OK, OK! I just didn't know you were starting today!" her mother responded.

Hank said "We don't have to start now; you could come back any time."

"No, today is fine" she answered.

Hank took them back to the dressing room and found a nice green two piece for Stacie. It wasn't as skimpy as the bikini that Paula had been posing in, but it still exposed a lot of skin. He instructed her to remove all her clothes, then put on the swim suit and put her shorts and her brand new top on over it. Suggesting that her mother go back to the office with him to fill out some paperwork, he flipped two switches as they left the dressing room. One turned on the vanity lights around the full length mirror, the other activated the digital recorders that would capture every angle of Stacie as she got ready for the photo session.

The first session had gone nicely, Stacie happily posing as her mom sat in the corner watching Hank snap away. She didn't hesitate when asked to slowly remove the shorts, and smiled sexily as she peeled the tube top over her head. Hank knew that he'd never get 200 dollars for the photo set, but the digital footage from the dressing room might be worth a lot more, and he hoped further sessions would be more valuable. He'd given them 4 new 50 dollar bills and said that there might be more work for Stacie in the future.

He was very happy when he played back the recordings from the dressing room. Stacie had quickly stripped then walked over to admire herself in the mirror, beautifully displaying her young body. Her pale skin highlighted the bright pink, puffy nipples that were beginning to swell on her chest. And there was enough contrast to see delicate red pubes that were just starting to sprout on top of her sweet mound. She turned to inspect her ass in the reflection and Hank felt a swell of desire as he watched her displayed on his monitors.

It was only ten days later that Stacie's mom called to ask if there was more work. Hank explained he hadn't had any luck finding a client for her photos yet, but if she wanted to continue the set he might be able to come up with another two hundred dollars. They were at the studio in about 15 minutes! After sending Stacie off to the dressing room with instructions to look over the costumes, Hank told her mother that she really didn't have to hang around during the photo session. It would be at least 2 hours, like last time and she could go home and he'd call when the session was over. She thought about it for a second then admitted that she had some shopping to do, no doubt about 200 bucks worth!

After she left with four crisp $50's, he flipped the sign on the front door and went to find his model. Stacie was at the rack of clothes, holding up what look sort of like a horses bridle. It was just a bunch of leather straps and connecting chains. "What's this?" she inquired, holding it higher. It was a harness for either a dominatrix or a slave, depending on who held the whip.

"That's not for today" Hank said, placing it back on the rack. Picking a hanger that had a few streams of shimmering green fabric flowing from it he said, "Let's stick with the same theme, try this one on." She took the hanger and looked questionly at the tiny string bikini that clung to it. Reaching over to another rack, Hank selected robe and handed it to the girl. It was white silk with satin trim and sheer enough that he knew the green would show thru. "I'll go set up the cameras while you get changed" he said, heading out the door. He flipped the switches turning on the lights and recorders and closed the door, giving Stacie her 'privacy'.

After shedding her clothes, it took her a few minutes to figure out how the skimpy little stringed garment was supposed to fit. Finally getting the small triangles arranged over her puffy nipples she had a lot of trouble getting the strings tied. Then she couldn't quite figure out which side was the front on the bottoms, neither patch of fabric was large enough to cover her butt. Finally deciding she had it right, she slipped the robe on and went out to the studio.

"Lovely! Just lovely!" Hank exclaimed as she strutted in. "But it looks like you need some help with the bows" he said walking over to her. Without another word, he untied the satin belt and removed her sheer robe, turned her around and re-tied the string at her back, then the one behind her neck. Then he re-did the bows at each of her hips that were holding the bottoms up and finally, slipping his fingers under the fabric, he arranged the material so it was evenly centered over the crack of her cute ass. It didn't come up high enough to completely cover, leaving some nice cleavage exposed on her rump. Slipping the robe back over her shoulders, he said "Now we're ready to get to work."

He took some shots similar to the first session, and soon had Stacie shed the robe. He constantly praised her as they worked, telling her how beautiful she was and what a fine job she was doing. And he asked questions, pulling details of her life into view. A fairly typical 6th grader who's best friend was named Kelly. She had the typical distain for her mother, who'd divorced 2 years ago. Dad was in another state with a new wife and baby. She was DEFINITELY interested in boys, no - she didn't have a boyfriend, she had been kissed, but nothing more - still a virgin.

Bringing over a chair, he had her try some new poses and took the opportunity to physically move her into the positions he was describing. Placing his hands on her smooth thighs, he guided her into position then stepped back to get the shot. He continued this thru several poses, each time being very liberal with where he put his hands, until it was obvious that Stacie was getting very comfortable with his touch. Then he instructed her to put her hands over her breasts, untied the bows holding her top on and took a few shot of her holding the green triangles to her chest. Then he calmly said "OK, put the robe back on now." Stacie tried to hold the bikini top in place with one hand, while reaching for the robe. "You don't need the top now, just the robe." Hank told her.

"Oh, OK" she said. Keeping her back to Hank, Stacie slipped the robe back on and tied the belt at her waist. Hank had her go thru a number of different poses, delighted at the way her bright pink nipples were visible through the sheer silk. Several times he "arranged" the robe, letting the soft material rub across her chest, causing her immature buds to become erect.

All thru the photo shoot, Hank continued to tell Stacie what a wonderful job she was doing and how beautiful she looked. Between that and his 'hands-on' posing and arranging, she was getting pretty excited. She was becoming more and more daring with her posing and flirting for the camera. Hank decided it was time to take the next step. "You're doing a fantastic job, Stacie! I'm sure I'll find a client that's gonn'a love this stuff. Now take off the bottom and have a seat on the chair."

Stacie just stood there for a few seconds. "Do what?!" she stammered.

Hank looked up from behind the camera and repeated "Take off the bikini bottom and sit on the chair. It's OK, sweetie. Keep the robe on and we'll just get a few more shots."

After silently staring at him for almost 20 seconds, Stacie slowly complied. She tugged at the strings on either hip and the little green patches fell to the floor as she stepped to the chair. The robe was long enough to cover everything and though it was obvious that there was nothing under it, the material wasn't transparent enough to make out any details of her nether regions. Hank took shots from every angle, then began to pose her again for the last few. "OK, darlin'. That's enough for today" he said. Walking over, he took her hand as she stood up and then leaned over to plant a kiss on her forehead. "You were just fantastic today! We got some really beautiful pictures! Now go get dressed while I call your mom to come pick you up."

Stacie trotted off to the dressing room, grinning from ear to ear. Hank checked the clock as he dialed the phone; two and a half hours had elapsed. Getting Stacie's mom on the line, Hank told her they were finished but explained that he had to run some errands and would be happy to drop Stacie off and save her a trip. She happily accepted and Hank drove the girl home, listening to her chat away about all the important things in her pre-teen world. Parking on her street, Hank said "I had a really wonderful time with you today, Stacie. I hope you had a good time too."

"I did! It was a lot of fun!" the young girl answered.

Hank reached into his pocket and drew out a couple of $20's. "I already paid your mom, but this is for you. Think of it as a tip." he said, handing the bills to her. "There's just one more thing I have to ask you."

Her eyes were as big as saucers as she stared at the money. Blinking, she looked up and said "Thanks! And you can ask me anything!"

Hank smiled and asked "I forgot to have you blow a kiss to the camera, so can I get that kiss now?"

Stacie grinned, brought her hand to her puckered lips and blew him a kiss.

"No, I don't want you to blow a kiss. I'm asking if I can kiss you" Hank explained.

"OH! Well... I guess that would be OK" she answered.

Hank leaned over and took Stacie's face gently between his large hands, guiding her lips to his. He gave her a deep kiss, long and thorough but kept it clean. He made no attempt to engage her tongue, or let his hands wander. Breaking the kiss, he whispered "I know we'll find a good client for this set, and I can't wait to get you back in the studio."

Leaning back, he looked into her eyes. As he had hoped there were a flood of emotions swirling there. Happiness, excitement, greed, unrestrained joy and a little horniness and lust, he hoped.