Down an alley, narrow and dark, across a tiny square into another alley that makes a turn to the right, then another, ending at a gate. A man peers at you from the other side. You lean forward and whisper a word - but quietly, it is a secret! The gate opens for you and you continue on towards a light shining dimly in the distance. You approach: the light is coming from a cul-de-sac that gives out onto the alley from the right. You turn and take a step then stop and gaze. You have arrived - facing you is the gaily lit entrance of a tiny theatre. The marquee bears the title, "Candy Tease Theatre", surrounded by colorful images of flowers, lollipops and teddy bears. You gaze at the pictures on either side of the door as you enter - you recognize the girls in the pictures; they are why you are here.

The patrons of Candy Tease Theatre are a select few. Those who would not be interested in visiting the theatre are also those who would not have heard of the Candy Tease Girls. On the other hand, all those who might enjoy the theatre's piquant offerings have most certainly heard of the Candy Tease Girls; indeed, they have spent many, many pleasant hours enjoying their lovely images - as have you, of course! How fortunate for you to have been recommended for membership by a friend. That is the only way to gain admittance to the Candy Tease Theatre.

Entering the foyer, you join the others in attendance gazing at photographs that line the walls. Here are Hanna and Elizabeta, there Alyona, Sharlotta and many others. You recognize them all; you love them all. As you stare lovingly at those innocent faces and young, enticing bodies you recall other images of them you have seen, and your heart begins to race; you are becoming excited.

Perhaps this is your first visit. If so, you are probably puzzled by the ambiance, the lighting especially. There are several men present, men who share your tastes, as well as smiling ladies passing among them offering wine and cocktails. But it is difficult to make out faces, because the foyer is lit only by the lights above the portraits on the walls, and these are directed so as to illuminate just the portraits themselves and the men standing in front of them. This seems odd at first, although it is pleasant to gaze at lovely Sharlotta in the privacy of subdued lighting. You and those next to you are illuminated only from the waist down, and this makes plain the excitement you share - you are all visibly aroused. Seeing this, the stirring between your legs becomes more insistent; you understand.

* * * * *

Far, far away little girls are resting; they have been allowed a respite. So now, away from the hot, bright lights, they sip fruit juice and chat.

"So many pictures!" says little nine-year-old Laura. She is removing the pink top and white shorts she wore during her last session before the camera. Her body is slender and lithe, almost without curves save for her pouting little vulva and the swelling globes of her firm, pert bottom. She has kept on the pink visor, though, the one with red and gray stripes; she likes it. She likes how it looks with her brown bangs.

"Yes," says Valensiya, also beginning to undress. "They need lots more pictures and movies of you."

"Of me?" says Laura. "How come?" She stands naked before Valensiya, with her hands on her hips.

Valensiya has just taken off the tiny, pale yellow brassiere and panties from her last session; except for the yellow artificial flower in her honey-blond hair, she is naked as well. Two loose pony tails cascade onto her shoulders. "Because men like them," she says. "Auntie told me they keep asking for more clips of you. They like them a lot." A lady named Marina looks after all the girls. They call her Auntie.

"My movie clips? Why?"

"Because their penises get hard when they watch them."

"They do?" Laura's eyes open wide in surprise.

"Uh-huh," says Valensiya. "Big and hard. And they like it. It feels good."

"Oh." Laura considers this. "But why do their penises get hard when they see my movies?"

"Because guys like to see pretty girls, especially when we take our clothes off. That makes them get all hard."

Laura frowns. "But my little brother sees me without anything on, a lot. I never saw his penis get hard. It just wiggles down there."

"No, not little kids," says Valensiya. "Just old guys."

"Right," says Sonya, who has been listening as she puts on a frilly dress and petticoats for her next session. "Real old guys, like our daddies."

"Like my daddie?" says Laura. "My daddie's penis gets hard?"

"All daddies," says Sonya. She looks at Valensiya, and they both laugh. Little kids like Laura have a lot to learn, and the older girls enjoy teaching them.

Actually, Valensiya is not much older than Laura, but she's learned a lot from the big girls, especially Anjelika. And Auntie said she's "precocious", which made her feel proud once Auntie told her what it meant. She doesn't want Laura to feel bad because they laughed at her, so she hugs her. These two little girls like to hug; it feels so nice when their warm, naked bodies press together. "It's true," she says. "Even our daddies' penises get real hard sometimes."

"Hm," says Laura. She thinks about this for a moment. Then she bends down to pull on the white princess ballerina costume Auntie told her is next. "We have a funny name," she says looking up. "Candy Tease Girls. What does it mean?"

"Well," says Sonya, "candy is sweet, right? And so are we! See?"

"I guess so," says Laura.

"And we're Tease Girls," continues Sonya, "because we tease the men!" She sits down, prim and proper, and crosses her legs slowly, lifting her dress so that tiny white panties flash out between her legs under the lacy petticoats, but only for a moment. "See? Just a little peek. We tease them like that a lot. Again and again."

Valensiya has been listening as she climbs on a chair to reach the top of a rack for her next costume. She is still naked - puffy pink nipples on creamy, gently swelling new breasts, a smooth, plump little cunny nestled between her legs, and an adorable round bottom that flexes as she strains to reach the top of the rack. Getting down, her legs part as she lowers one foot to the floor; a little hooded bud peeks out at the top of her moist crevice. "They never, ever get to see what they really want." She pouts. "Poor old guys!"

"We're so mean!" giggles Sonya, wrinkling her nose in a grin and biting her tongue. "And guess what happens when the men get teased real bad..."

Laura thinks for a moment and then brightens suddenly. "Their penises get big and hard! I get it now!" She jumps up and down and claps her hands. "I want to make lots more movies, so I can ... tease men's penises!" The girls all laugh and giggle. They love being the Candy Tease Girls.

* * * * *

A bell chimes softly - it is time to enter the theatre as the show is about to begin.

Smiling women, the same who earlier served them drinks, all dressed in simple white blouses and short navy blue skirts, escort the men down the aisles that descend on either side of the single array of seats. The floor slopes downward, so that every seat has an unobstructed view of the screen. The ladies guide the members of the audience to their assigned places with well-choreographed efficiency. You reach your row, where an attractive lady of about forty instructs you to wait while another man moves towards the center to his seat. You see that both the theatre patrons and the women are being seated; there are, in fact, an equal number of men and women present. The lady directing you puts her hand gently on your arm and whispers, "I shall be sitting next to you tonight, sir." Thinking to be a gentleman you indicate that she should precede you. She smiles and shakes her head. "No, sir, the next seat is assigned to you." So you move into the row and she follows you. You take your seat, and she joins you on your right.

It does not take long for the small space to fill up. The pattern of seating is evident to you now. A lady occupies each aisle seat, and proceeding inward are seated two men, two women, and so on. Each man is thus seated next to a man on one side, and one of the serving women on the other.

The lighting in the small theatre has been subdued, but now begins to dim further. Just before total darkness falls, your lady companion whispers something to you. You had expected it, but it surprises you nonetheless and you hesitate. Taking this for reticence, she whispers to you: "So that I may help you enjoy the performance, sir." She leans closer and breathes softly into your ear, "I am here for your pleasure..."

"Yes, yes, of course," you mumble, and reach down to unbuckle your belt. Raising yourself slightly from the seat you lower your trousers and underwear. You then sit back and wait. Your companion, sensing that you are ready, firmly secures your right forearm to the armrest by means of Velcro straps at your elbow and wrist. She then leans over you in the darkness and does the same with your left arm. You feel her soft breasts pressing against you, you inhale her perfume. This done, she ensures that your suit jacket is unbuttoned and opened fully. Your dress shirt is long, so she unfastens two lower buttons and pushes the shirt tails to the side.

"Are you comfortable?" she asks. You say that you are. "Good," she says, and reaches under the armrest between you to press a hidden switch. A light mounted on the seat in front of you bathes your lap in a circle of light, clearly illuminating your exposed lap and penis. "And for the pleasure of others," she says softly.

The same has been done with your neighbor to the left, and you see his penis in its own revealing circle of light. Up and down the row it is the same. Some men, perhaps from anticipation or from memories of the pictures in the foyer, display incipient erections. Then the show begins.

It is not an elaborate production. There is no introduction, no message of welcome, just the Candy Tease Girls themselves moving slowly across the screen in the short films that have entranced you and the other men here over the years. There has been some editing in order that as many girls as possible can be represented in the time allotted for the performance, but this is minor. The signature opening title that bears the Candy Tease Girl logo has been replaced by a brief statement of each girl's name in pink, elegant script, and some scenes of exterior scenery or sequences in which a girl is seen from a distance, perhaps walking slowly up a path, or passing from one interior room to another, have been shortened or eliminated entirely. No matter; what remains is a pure distillation of Candy Tease Girl beauty and seduction.

As the first film begins there is an audible sigh and stirring in the audience. It is a little girl named Alicia, perhaps ten years old, dressed in a frilly, light blue and white pinafore with a matching blue bow just above her forehead. Her eyes are blue and her long blond hair is parted in the middle and hangs down along her cheeks and in front of her shoulders onto her chest. Her skin is soft and glowing, and pink gloss has been lightly applied to her smiling lips. She is in a well-appointed room in an elegant house, and as she begins to mount a staircase the audience holds its breath in anticipation. She ascends slowly, walking backwards at first, gazing into your eyes, then turns and continues up, and as she does the camera follows her from below, affording a view up under her dress and petticoats. A frilly garter is seen high on one thigh, but the hem of the dress and a maddening little petticoat prevent seeing any further up. When she reaches the top of the stairs she turns and begins to come down again, slowly, watching you all the while. Halfway down she lowers herself briefly, bending her knees and swinging them around, just enough to give you the briefest glimpse up her dress to her white panties.

You hear a gasp from the man next to you. Looking down at his illuminated lap you see a feminine hand fondling his penis, stroking it slowly and gently. As you stare at his rapidly growing erection you feel a sudden flutter of pleasure as a fingertip passes lightly up the underside of your own penis. You look down and see the graceful hand of your companion reaching down between your legs. Fingertips gently scratch up along your scrotum and then your shaft until they are playing and flicking all around the head of your penis. You look up to the screen and watch little Alicia teasing you while your cock is being expertly tantalized by soft, well-manicured fingers. Then, just as the adorable little girl is allowing you another glimpse of her panties under her dress, the hand is withdrawn. Both you and your neighbor groan in frustration, both your cocks standing erect and abandoned as the little girl on the screen continues to tease you and tease you.

Mixed sounds of pleasure and frustration are heard throughout the little theatre, as well as the creaking of restraining straps as men instinctively struggle to reach for their aroused cocks. But no one objects to the restraints that hold them in an agony of lust and withheld pleasure. These men have come just for this, to be teased to near madness by beautiful young girls they are forbidden to possess. They are at the mercy of their fantasies and addictions, and of the delectable little girls who have been taught how to excite them. And the women whose clever hands are now pleasuring and tormenting them as they sit helpless, bound and frustrated, will do everything in their power to deepen their addiction and dependency. You know this; it is what you crave.

Other girls appear on the screen and your companion's hand returns to stroke and fondle you. Alonya is posing for you now, beautiful and enticing, her blond hair loosely bound but with stray locks escaping in casual disarray down to her shoulders. She wears bikini shorts, blue and very tight, and a daring teal top that would expose her totally except for being drawn together by a ring at the center of her chest, just managing to cover her small but shapely breasts, then opening wide obliquely down to her hips, completely baring her midriff down to the low-cut bikini shorts. As she moves about slowly, displaying her exciting young body to you, her gray-blue eyes never leave yours. She knows you are staring at her breasts, at the soft, puffy nipples molded by the tight fabric of her top. The man next to you is moaning and moving about in his seat as he stares at her, too. He is lifting his hips, unconsciously striving for greater contact of his erect cock with his companion's hand. She is deliberately teasing him as he stares at Alonya, fluttering her fingers along his shaft and balls, giving him quick little strokes, provoking his lust and need. Your eyes shift back and forth between sweet Alonya and the man's suffering penis as his companion's hand worries and torments it. The sight fascinates and excites you - your own cock trembles and aches with desire.

When Valensiya appears your companion wraps her hand around your hard cock and squeezes it gently for a few seconds. Then, beginning to stroke you lightly and very slowly, she whispers into your ear.

"You like her, don't you? I can tell that you do." Valensiya is dressed in a sleeveless pale yellow jumper with a plaid pattern of black, white and red, over a white blouse with short, puffy balloon sleeves. A row of four golden buttons runs down the front of the jumper to her waist. Her blond hair is done up in two ponytails held in place by frilly white lace barrettes. Cream shoes and white ruffled socks that match her barrettes are on her feet.

"Mmm she's so pretty, isn't she?" your companion whispers as she gently pleasures your cock. "Do you think she's just home from school? No, her dress is too pretty for that. Maybe she's going to a party. Do you like her dress? It's very short, isn't it...?" Valensiya walks about the room, smiling at you, modeling her pretty dress for you. As she walks the view lowers to her legs, exposed from mid-thigh down by the short dress.

"Ooo, they certainly know what you like! Doesn't she have lovely legs? And don't you wish soooo much you could see more of them? Don't you wish you could see under her dress?" Her hand tantalizes your cock, playing with it, teasing it. You moan in pleasure and frustration. "You really wish you could see up her dress, don't you? Wouldn't that be good? Wouldn't you just love that?" She is stroking your cock now, her soft hand stroking upwards then off - after a few seconds another upward stroke, again and again, quickly, light as a feather...

The man next to you is moaning with excitement, and you look down to see both of your cocks curving upwards, stiff and quivering as the clever fingers of your female companions flick and flutter up and down your shafts and around the glistening, engorged heads of your suffering genitals. Another little girl has now appeared, and you lift your eyes to gaze at her, licking your lips. She is ten years old, with chestnut-brown hair that falls past her shoulders to her chest, cut in bangs above her gray-green eyes. Her lips are soft and full, glistening with rosy gloss. She is wearing a simple sleeveless dress in a pattern of red and white checks and strawberries that ends well above her knees, with lace ruffles at the shoulders. A white apron is around her waist, and across the top of her head a lace tiara decorated with a pair of tiny pink and white bunnies. White long-heeled shoes are on her feet, and sheer white cotton socks rise almost to her knees, ending with lace frills. She strikes several poses, then sits on an elegant white chair. She pulls up her legs, with her heels on the upholstered chair seat, and wraps her arms around her knees. She looks into your eyes as you stare at the crotch of the tight white panties fully exposed to you between her parted shins.

"Do you like the way little Cherie makes you feel?" your companion whispers into your ear. She forms a ring with thumb and index finger and slowly strokes you. "Do you love it?" You can't speak. She has you at the very brink of orgasm, and she knows it. She keeps you there.

All over the little theatre men are gasping and crying out in the throes of climax as their companions solicitously tidy them up with white lace handkerchiefs. Others will wait to ejaculate in a small room off the foyer, photographed for souvenirs to be sent off to the Candy Tease girls of their choice, and then returned bearing girlish signatures. What will you do?

* * * * *

Little Laura has just finished dinner after a long day in the studio. Upstairs she hears her little brother taking a bath. She thinks for a moment and then starts down the hall towards the bathroom. "I bet I can make his penis get hard," she thinks to herself. "Valensiya told me how!"