Whenever her parents walked down the street with their daughter, Briony, passers by would always smile and remark. 'She's beautiful,' or 'Gosh what a striking child'. Some children might have been embarrassed at such attention from a stranger, but not this eleven year old. She positively beamed each time it happened. Every parent always thinks their child's perfect, of course, but when it came to Briony, everyone agreed, she was truly stunning. She had a petite and delicate frame, yet perfectly proportioned. Unlike most little girls of her age who had rather boyish figures, Briony's shape was most feminine. She had a narrow waist and the beginnings of broadening hips which combined to make her rather like a small version of an adult woman. A miniature Venus, in fact. She had no bust to speak of, save for the gentlest of curves on her chest. Her face was exceedingly pretty. She had clear, pale olive skin and large green eyes. She had that most enviable of combinations, dark eyebrows with blonde hair which was softly wavy. Her lips were full but without being pouting and her engagingly winsome smile set off all her sweet features to the best possible effect. She was very free with her smiles liked to laugh at the smallest thing. It can easily be understood from this description quite why everyone who met her found her quite enchanting.

It was as a result of the frequent comments from strangers that her mother one day formed the germ of an idea.

'Maybe she should do some modeling,' she said to her husband Martin, after yet another comment on Briony's beautiful blonde locks and engaging green eyes.

'Modeling?' he said, clearly surprised. 'What makes you say that all of a sudden?'

'Well she is a very pretty girl. Everyone says so. And it would be good for her, I think. Give her confidence.' Martin laughed.

'One thing she's not short of, Helena, is confidence!'

'Well, maybe. But it can't do any harm can it?'

'I dunno,' he replied noncommittally. 'Depends what kind of modeling you were thinking of, I guess... What did you have in mind?'

'Well, I hadn't thought that far, to be honest. I suppose I was thinking of the mail order catalogues, kids clothes. That sort of thing.' Martin continued to fiddle with the radio he was dismantling. "Little Lucy did it, remember? Lucy from the farm?" His wife appeared to have lost his attention. 'So...?'

'What?'

'Are you happy for me to at least explore it?' she prompted. Martin smiled and looked up from what he was doing.

'Honey, you can do whatever you like. As you say, it can't do any harm. How would you go about it?'

'I'll go online and see if I can find some child modeling agencies. I am sure there must be lots of them.' Martin laughed.

'What?'

'You, honey. You're funny, that's all.'

* * * * *

The phone hadn't stopped ringing all morning and when the knock on his door came, Ray was more abrupt than he meant to be,

'What!' he shouted. The door opened a few inches and Susie, his assistant, popped her head around the door rather gingerly.

'I'm sorry to bother you Ray, but the new guy's here to see you.'

'What new guy?' he replied.

'You know, the new photographer. Jim Harris.' Ray made a brief puzzled look before a flash of realization struck him.

'Oh yes! Of course. Didn't realize that was today. Why didn't you say? Show him in love will you? And make us a couple of coffees, there's a love.' Susie smiled and opened the door to show the new guy into the office.

'Sure Ray,' she said. 'No problem. Can I introduce Jim? Jim Harris, our newest recruit.' Jim entered the office and immediately held out his hand to Ray who greeted him enthusiastically.

'Jim. Sorry about this. One of those days, I'm afraid. How are you doing? Welcome aboard mate!'

'Nice to see you again, Ray. Glad to be joining the outfit and really keen to find out how everything works around here.'

'Sure, sure. Sit down, please. Now Susie will give you the guided tour in a bit, but let's have a chat first eh? There's a lot of stuff to get through before we let you lose on your first job tomorrow.'

'Ok, Ray, sounds good to me.' Jim took a seat and made himself comfortable. He immediately felt at his ease with Ray, who seemed to him to be the sort of down to earth bloke he liked. Just then, the door opened and Susie entered with the coffees which she proceeded to set down on the desk between them.

'Thanks love. So,' began Ray as Susie left the office closing the door behind her, 'remind me where you worked before this? I presume it was with kids, right?'

'Yes, Ray, I was at Matthew Walker. An agency photographer for them. Mainly kids clothes firms and stuff.'

'Studio based? Location?'

'A bit of location, but mainly studio. They were cheapskates!' Both men laughed knowingly.

'Too right mate! Half arsed outfit that. Not like here. Quality work here, Jim, no expense spared. You'll see the studios later and how we kit the place out. Best lighting best equipment. You are digital I presume?'

'Oh yes. Of course. Isn't everyone now?' asked Jim.

'Well, yes. They are really. But you still get the odd dinosaur!' Ray took a sip from his coffee and then became a little more serious. 'Course, there's one quite big difference you'll find here from where you've worked before.'

'Oh? What's that?' Ray looked at the floor and smiled to himself.

'Oh don't get me wrong. We operate a pretty regular outfit here in many ways mate. No problems there. We get all the big clients, Marks and Sparks, GAP, Top Shop and so on.'

'Yes..?' Jim looked quizzically at him. Waiting for more. He could see there was something else.

'Look mate,' started Ray, 'you spoke to Mark before you took this job right?'

'Mark Hilton, you mean?'

'Yes. Mark Hilton. I mean, he gave you the low down, didn't he?'

'I'm not quite sure what you mean, Ray.'

'Hmm...that's odd. I would have thought Mark would have been straight with you. Pity. Oh well.' Ray sat up in his chair and then leaned in towards Jim. 'Thing is mate, most of the money we make in this place is from the outtakes.'

'The outtakes.'

'Yeah. You know?' Clearly Jim was not catching Ray's meaning.

'No, I am not sure I do Ray. What do you mean by outtakes?'

'The accidentally-on-purpose shots. The revealing ones...?' Jim half smiled, as if something was beginning to dawn on him.

'Umm....I have a feeling I know what you mean, but go on...'

'Ok mate,' laughed Ray, 'what do you think I mean?'

'I am guessing,' continued Jim, 'but I could be wide of the mark here so please correct me. I am guessing you are talking about slightly dodgy photos, right?'

'Go on...'

'Photos of the kids that are a bit, you know, pervy maybe? Do you have some sort of outlet for them then? Under the counter like?'

'What if we did?' Ray smiled at him and took another gulp of his coffee. Jim leaned back in his chair.

'Hey look mate, far be it from me to question how you run your business. I am pretty cool with most things. But how about you tell me how it works and I'll tell you how I feel about it. Ok?'

'Ok mate. But strictly between you and me right? No talking to the lads down the pub about it ok?'

'Of course, Ray! You have my word.'

'Good lad. Here's how it is. We book some kid in for a shoot, say for one of the major clothing chains. They specify the clothes as usual.'

'Right.'

'We do all the shots they want all nice and straight up. But if one or two of the costumes is maybe a bit more on the revealing side, we make sure we get some shots while we can, see?'

'And by revealing, you mean what exactly?'

'Well. Depends. It might just be a swimsuit that shows off her pussy mound nicely under the lights, or her arse or whatever, or maybe something a bit see through?' Jim laughed.

'You dirty old bugger, you!'

'Right! Gotta make a living mate! Or it could be something a bit more deliberate.'

'How so?'

'Well, you could get her to sit in such a way that you can see down her top and catch a bit of nipple, or maybe get her sitting cross legged and you can see up the side of her shorts and get a glimpse of twat. See my meaning?'

'Yes, I see your meaning Ray. Presumably, you would zoom in quite close for that. Much closer than you'd ever do for the client's photos, right?'

'Bingo! You got it mate. Obviously, the client's shots are the straight ones and these would be the outtakes. The naughty ones. How do you feel about that?'

'About me taking shots like that, you mean? Outtakes?'

'Yeah. Are you on board?'

'Oh sure, Ray. No problem. It's only a bit of fun. No harm done, eh?'

'Exactly mate. I thought you'd see sense. Sorry, it's just that I assumed mark had filled you in.'

'No. No, he didn't. Not a problem though.'

'Great stuff! Good lad.'

'So they a nice little earner these outtakes are they?'

'Oh yes, mate. Very nice little earner.'

'So how does it work? You sell them on to some pervy punter somewhere do you?'

'Online mate.'

'Online? You have a website for it?' Jim seemed surprised.

'Sure. Little Darlings it's called. They buy a password and download the photos. It's a global business. We got punters from California to Vladivostok!'

'But isn't it a bit risky?'

'How so?'

'Selling them online, I mean. Don't the police take an interest?'

'Ah, it's all done via SSL and proxies and that. Don't ask me. Phil's the whizz kid on all the technology. 's all Greek to me! Besides, it's not actually illegal, what we're doing. Just a bit...well... risqué, that's all.'

'Ok, I guess so. But you can't be too careful these days.'

'Right enough. That's why you need to be discreet about all this mate. Don't want it getting around that we do that sort of stuff. We'd lose all our respectable clients. Not to mention the models!'

'That's a point. How do the kids feel about it?'

'Oh it's not a problem. The great thing about kids is they're innocent. They've no idea what we're zooming in on, or what skin they're showing. And little girls love to wear all kinds of outfits. You tell 'em to be sexy and cute and stuff and they'll put out like right little tarts for you. It's hilarious! And anyway, given all the stuff they see on TV nowadays teaches them to be sexy right enough. They love it!'

'Yes, I can see the point. I guess so.'

'Anyway, Susie will run through all the techniques we use. How you get the shots, what sort of costumes and so on.'

'Susie?' Jim looked surprised. 'You mean Susie knows what you're up to?' Ray laughed heartily at this.

'Course she does, you plonker! Everyone in the firm knows. It's how we fill their pay packets! Susie is far dirtier than any bloke when it comes to the little kids. Knows all the tricks! Don't worry, everyone's very discreet.'

'I see. Blimey! And what about the parents?'

'What about them?'

'Well aren't they usually present on the shoot? Wouldn't they see what you're up to?'

'That all depends on how you handle it. If you're subtle and depending on what sort of shots you want, you can get them without the parents knowing. After all, it's pretty difficult to figure out what zoom level a lens is set at unless you're an expert. You could be filling the frame with snatch and they'd be none the wiser.'

'Sure. I can see that. But you mentioned revealing costumes, see through stuff? How do you manage that?'

'Well, all depends on the parents to be honest with you mate. Some parents just wait outside the studio anyway, so you can do what you like. Obviously, they only get to see the client's photos, not the outtakes. But some parents are totally up for it and let you do what you want.'

'Up for it? What do you mean?'

'Some of them are trash themselves and think nothing of dressing their daughters like whores anyway. They don't much care what you shoot as long as they get paid.'

'Good grief! Really?'

'Oh sure. Some of these white trash families are amazing. Quite often they totally twig what you're up to and shout encouragement to the kids - 'spread your legs love, show 'im your fanny!' or 'stick yer tits out Tracy, that's it!'

'Seriously?'

'I kid you not! You wouldn't believe it. I dread to think what happens to some of them kids when they get back home in any case. Not pleasant, I imagine.'

'The mind boggles. These are mainly the dads then, I guess, are they?'

'Sometimes, it's the dads yes. Quite get off on it they do. You see them rubbing their dicks and all sorts. One even asked me for some of the photos himself and he's now a member of the website! But as often as not, it's the mums! You wouldn't believe how they encourage these little 10 or 11 year-olds to behave like right little sluts!'

'Amazing. So do you ever go any further than that?'

'What do you mean?'

'I mean, do you ever get them to strip off or anything?' Ray laughed loudly.

'Ha, I can see you're getting into the spirit of thing right enough!'

'So do you?' insisted Jim.

'Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies, mate' replied Ray touching his fingers to his nose in a conspiratorial manner. But he said it in a way which left Jim in little doubt as to what the answer was. He found himself wondering what sort of images were for sale on the Little Darlings website. He made a mental note to look it up later. 'Anyway, I'll get Susie in and she can give you the tour and the run down on how we get the outtakes. Ok?'

'Sounds good to me, Ray.'

* * * * *

'Briony! Can you come down here a second, sweetie? I want to talk to you.'

'What about?' came the voice from upstairs. 'I'm busy!' Helena smiled to herself as she peeled the potatoes in the sink. What on earth could she possibly be busy with? She thought. But she knew as soon as the thought formed in her head that Briony was always busy. Always engaged on some project, some incredibly important contribution to something. Something that could scarcely be left undone merely to speak to her mother.

'Just come down, will you sweetie? Thank you.' She could imagine a deep sigh from her daughter as she resigned herself to the necessity of leaving whatever she was doing and coming down to the kitchen. After a short pause, there was a clattering of footsteps down the stairs and Briony appeared. She hung listlessly on the kitchen door frame, her head hung to one side.

'What is it mummy?' she sighed.

'What are you up to today, darling?' Helena asked. She felt that she should at least show an interest in whatever it was that was so important to her daughter. Another sigh.

'I am writing my play. I told you.'

'Sorry, sweetheart. So you did. I remember now. How's it going?'

'S'all right. I s'pose.' Briony didn't seem too convinced as she looked at the floor and scuffed her shoes together.

'I'm sure it's very good. Will you let me read it when it's finished?' This seemed to brighten the child's mood somewhat.

'Ok. If you really want to. And you promise not to laugh at the silly bits.' She tried not to smile herself as she said the last words.

'Of course, I won't laugh darling! That would be not a very nice thing to do. Anyway,' Helena continued, 'I wanted to ask you something.'

'What mummy?'

'Well...' Helena paused briefly, 'how would you like to be a model?' Briony's eyes widened at this.

'A model? You mean like in magazines and stuff?' she chirped excitedly.

'Yes, dear,' answered Helena, 'like in magazines. Or more precisely, like in fashion catalogues.' Briony rushed towards her mother and embraced her around her waist. Helena had to lift her arms up to prevent getting her wet, muddy hands all over Briony's clothes. She laughed.

'Oh mummy, I'd love to!' cried Briony. 'But how could I become one? Don't you have to be famous to be a model?'

'Oh no, my sweet pea, of course not. Of course, some models become famous when they grow up if they get into the fancy magazines like Vogue. But most models are not very well known. Here,' she said, peeling off her rubber gloves and leading Briony over to the kitchen table, 'I'll show you.' Helena sat down and proceeded to open a mail order catalogue she had dug out from the cupboard specially. Briony hopped up on her lap and rested her little head against her mother's breast.

'Would I be in here?' She said, watching as her mother flipped through the pages to the children's clothes section.

'In this kind of thing, yes. You see the clothes making companies have to have photographs of nice, pretty children wearing their clothes. Then they use the photos in adverts for the clothes and in catalogues like this.' Helena pointed out some pages to Briony with photographs of various outfits modeled by girls around her age.

'And if the pictures are nice, it makes people buy the clothes?'

'Yes, dear. Exactly. There, that's a nice dress isn't it?'

'Yes, mummy. And that one too." Briony became quite animated and started turning the pages herself to find outfits she liked. 'That top is nice. Oh mummy, can I be a model, really? I would so love to!' she chirped excitedly.

'Well sweetie, I shall phone up some people and see. How about that?'

'Oh yes, mummy! Yes please! Will they give me all the clothes to wear too?'

'Yes, dear. Not to keep. But to wear while you're being photographed." Briony's face fell a little at this revelation.

'Oh.'

'Well,' Helena reconsidered. 'I don't know, to be honest. Maybe they let you take home one or two of the outfits. I'm really not sure. We'd find all that out, I expect.'

'Oh I do hope so mummy. It would be lovely to have some of those nice clothes. Do you think I'd be pretty enough?' Helena cuddled her daughter close and kissed the top of her head.

'Of course you are, darling! Everyone says so.' They looked into each other's eyes and smiled broadly.

* * * * *

Susie lead the way down the corridor towards the studios with Jim following her close behind. He couldn't quite get out of his mind the notion that she, a young woman, was entirely comfortable with the kind of additional revenue generation ideas of her boss! Though, of course, he realized that if the system was to work efficiently, it would need to have everyone on board. Maybe it was his own prejudices at work, he thought, but the idea that a woman would be comfortable with such things intrigued him. He had never come across this before. But the more he thought about it the more he found the idea enticing. It indicated that Susie must be quite liberated in sexual matters and he wondered what else she might be into. Rather a pretty girl too, he mused, as he watched her bottom gently sway from side to side in front of him as she walked. She was chatting about the equipment they used.

'We do have our own cameras here, of course. Mainly Canon and Nikon stuff. Top of the range. Nice gear. But most of the photographers prefer to use their own kit. Entirely up to you. The image database upload is pretty straight forward. It'll be the AdobeShare system I expect you've used it before.' She led the way into the main studio.

'Yes,' answered Jim, 'I'm familiar with that.' He followed her into the studio which was large and seemingly well equipped. Susie pointed out the main areas to him and showed him the lighting set up and accessories areas. 'Um..what about the, err..outtakes?' He asked, tentatively. Susie turned and gave him a quizzical half-smile.

'What about them?' she said.

'I was wondering, do they get uploaded in the same way? To AdobeShare, I mean?' Susie laughed.

'Good god no! We leave those on the memory cards and then Phil takes them all off to a separate database for the website CMS.' Jim laughed nervously.

'Right. Yes. Makes sense.' Susie sat down at the far end of the studio in one of the two chairs next to the background stand.

'Which reminds me,' she said, indicating for him to sit down next to her. 'I need to run through that with you. Ray gave you the overview, right?'

'Um, he did. Yes. Just the basics.' Jim sat down beside her and didn't quite know where to look. Susie laughed and gave him a friendly pat on the leg,

'We were a bit surprised that Mark hadn't told you, to be honest. We assumed you were all genned up when you arrived. As it is, I think it alarmed Ray a bit.'

'Oh?'

'Well, you know. Him having to break the news to you like that. You might not have approved. People can be funny, you know.'

'Oh right. Yes. No, no problem. I am cool with it.' He was intrigued at her assumption that it was all perfectly normal and acceptable and that people who didn't agree were somehow 'funny'

'That's good, coz it's pretty much the most important thing we do here. Money-wise,' she explained. 'Those fancy fashion clients are all very well but they pay us shit!'

'Right!'

'Yes, it's the pervy pics that earn us all the dosh! So don't forget that Jim, and you'll do just fine. Now then, to the details.'

'I'm all ears!'

'Basically, what we're doing is taking advantage of the fact that little girls love dressing up and lots of blokes like to perv at them. Everything else is just refinements. Obviously there's a few tips and tricks. Probably the best start is to have a look at the website. Did Ray show you that?'

'No. He mentioned it, but I haven't actually seen it. I was planning to take a look later on.'

'Yeah. You won't get far without a password though. We'll set you up with one. It'll become pretty clear what sort of pics we're after, but I am sure you can figure it out in any case.'

'Presumably, it's about taking crafty close-ups and so on.'

'That's important, yes. The girl won't know what you're pointing your camera at, or how close you are zooming. So that gives you plenty of leeway. Say she's wearing a nice tight outfit, like a bikini. You notice that the crotch is caught up in her slit. You want to focus right in on that and get lots of nice views of it. The punters love a bit of camel toe!'

'Camel toe?' Jim looked at her quizzically.

'Good grief, Jim! Where have you been, love? Camel toe is the slang for when a girl's clothes get caught up in her pussy lips, so you can basically see her anatomy. Happens mostly in tight jeans, but anything tight with a central seam will do it.'

'Right, yes. Got you.' Jim reddened slightly. She laughed and Jim found himself wondering again what Susie really thought of all this. She seemed so relaxed about it all.

'Ok, sure.'

'Course, getting them in the right outfits is half the story. Most of the shoots we do for clients the clothing is all PC and doesn't show off the kid's body at all. So once we've done all the clients' shots, we dress her up in something a bit more revealing. She don't know the difference. To her it's all dressing up. And little girls love to dress up! You can get them to flirt with you quite a bit actually. Depending on the girl of course. If they turn out to be the shy, modest type, chances are we won't use her again. But most of them will act quite sexy if you tell them to and if you keep saying how sexy they look and how the boys at school must all fancy them etc. It's quite funny sometimes seeing what a little girl understands by acting sexy, but mostly they're alarmingly good at it! Right little tarts some of these kids, I tell you!'

'Well, I expect they get it from music videos. Most of them these days seem to be x-rated!'

'Too right. Anyway, we have a whole pile of costumes out the back that we use. Actually, we have a voting system on the website and the punters tell us which outfits they like best. There's one bikini that's absolutely tiny and practically see through! It barely covers their little pussies. So that's generally the one that gets the most votes. Make sure you remember to focus on the titties too, though. Most of the punters are into cunt, it's true, but some of them love to see the little titties. Or just the nips if there's nothing developed there.'

'I guess some of them are more developed though, right? What sort of age range are your models?'

'Well, we mostly have girls from 8 to 12, but one or two 13, 14 year-olds. They've got plenty of hair down there and the punters love to see the odd pube peeping out of the knickers or bikini bottom. Course, you have to be a bit more subtle with the older girls in case they suss out what you're up to.'

'Right. Yes.'

'Now poses are important. Obviously, you want to get her in a position where you're likely to get the best glimpses. Slips, we call them. Either a nip-slip or a lip-slip. Pretty self-explanatory!'

'Yep. I got you!' replied Jim.

'If you dress them in a very loose top and get them to lean forwards, looking up at the camera, you can get a good look down the front at their titties. It's amusing how completely unaware little kids are of that sort of thing. Similarly, if you dress her in some very tight and skimpy bottoms and get her to do the splits, there's a pretty good chance of a lip popping out somewhere. As soon as you see a glimpse, zoom in. You never know how long it'll last and these girls can fidget about something rotten.'

'I see. Yes, I am sure I can manage that.'

"The other little trick we have here is level adjusted photos."

"Oh?" asked Jim, "what would that be?"

"We take photos that are very revealing in some way, then we manipulate the levels control in Photoshop to darken the image so you can't see the details. When we show the set to the parents, they happily sign off on them, but the punters can always recognize those shots and it's a simple matter for them to set the levels back to those of the original shot and bingo!"

"I see, that is a crafty trick!"

'We have a pair of very loose shorts too and provided they're not wearing knickers under them you can pretty easily get a few shots of the complete pussy down the inside of the leg if you have her sat cross-legged. I'll show you some of the absolute classics we've shot later on the website. A sweet innocent face looking at the camera, a beaming smile, and a full on view of fanny lips, clit, the whole shooting match down below! Amazing.' As she said this, Susie became aware of a very distinct expression on Jim's face. He was looking at her with genuine intrigue and she immediately interpreted him. 'Look, I know what you're thinking.'

'Oh?' he replied, 'what's that?'

'That it's terrible for a woman to be involved in stuff like this, right?'

'Well...I...' he began, but Susie cut him off sharply.

'Look, sunshine, you can be as disapproving as you like, but don't judge me. Wake up to the real world. This is how we make our money. No one gets hurt, so you had better bottle up your views on the subject. At least while you're in here. It's either that, or go work somewhere else!' Her vehemence shocked him and for a moment, he was lost for words.

'Oh no, Susie, I don't want you to get the wrong idea, I wasn't...'

'Yes you were. At least be honest about it. You're pretty horrified inside. I can see you are. But when you think of some of the dreadful things kids are made to do around the world in Far Eastern sweat shops or Thai brothels, I hardly think dressing them up and taking a few saucy photos is such a big deal, do you?' Clearly she had had this conversation before. Her justifications were too well practiced to be entirely spontaneous. Faced with the strength of her words, he could only agree.

'Oh, sure, absolutely! I completely agree. It's no biggie. It's just that...'

'You didn't know women got involved. That's it, right?'

'Well...'

'Let me tell you, sonny,' she went on, 'women are pretty essential to this business - even in the hard core stuff.' Jim flinched inwardly at this notion. 'We put the girls at their ease. The parents too. Much more so than if it was all run by blokes.'

'Yes, yes. I can imagine.' And with that, both considered that the issue had been explored and discussed sufficiently.

* * * * *

Later that evening, Jim decided to take a look at the website with the free password Susie had given him. His initial impression was that the site had a surprisingly 'classy' look to it. Not at all the tawdry, exploitative designs he had been expecting. But once he got into the photosets themselves, he began to understand why this was such a lucrative operation. The young models were all - without exception - extraordinarily pretty. Certainly the studio's selection process was very rigorous. Each one was an enchanting little beauty with a range of engaging and winsome expressions. Each also seemed very relaxed and natural in front of the camera, whether by the skill of the photographer or the innate character of the child, or a combination of both. The outfits were of a high quality too. Probably, he guessed, most of them were the ranges offered by the 'official' clients. The photographer managed to squeeze the maximum possible eroticism out of even the plainest and most modest clothing. But most of the sets also contained shots where the girl was dressed in much more obviously revealing and sexualized clothing. As he clicked from shot to shot, he found himself more and more drawn in to the whole notion. Some of the shots were extraordinarily explicit (though in most of them, the young model clearly had no idea what she was showing!). A very common pose was to dress the girl in a skirt and have her sit in open legged positions which provided a clear view of her panties. Another popular variation was to use very tight jeans or shorts which hugged the girl's pubic area and displayed her intimate anatomy. It was striking how the combination of these intrusive and exploitative shots of a young girl's body coupled with a completely innocent expression or open smile conspired to create a most powerful erotic impression.

There was one photo shoot in particular that Jim found himself returning to over and over again. It was a girl of about 12 or 13, he guessed, who was wearing a sheer, almost transparent vest top and panties made of similar material. In one shot, she sat cross-legged for the camera and smiled broadly. Given her age, he found it impossible to believe the girl wasn't at least partly aware of the sexual nature of the pose. The crotch of her panties was almost see-through and he could clearly make out the dark curls of her pubic hair and nestling amongst them, the pinkish flesh of her labia and clitoris. The next photo was a zoomed-in shot of only the panty crotch and he could see her young vulva in quite some detail through the thin fabric. The combination of this extreme detail or what should, in any normal situation, be completely hidden from view and the knowledge that the girl herself was almost certainly aware that she was providing a highly sexual display for the camera conspired to produce in Jim a powerful response. His penis swelled in his pants and was aware of a strong surge of desire rising in his chest. The next few photos showed her on all fours, from the rear. She was looking round and smiling suggestively at the camera. This time, he could clearly make out the small shape of her anus in addition to her vulval flesh.

He was taken aback by how powerfully he was responding to these shots and found himself massaging his hard penis as he looked at them. The previous three or four photosets, whilst intriguing - from a pure novelty point of view - had been of younger girls and had not elicited an erotic reaction. This girl, however, was clearly more mature and had entered that magical period in a young girl's life where her body is rapidly becoming that of a woman and her sense of her own sexuality and erotic power are developing fast. Jim found himself aroused and alarmed in equal measure. But his concerns over his newly discovered attraction to little girls did not stop him exploring the site further. He used the search tool to see if he could find some other photosets of the girl that had excited him so much. He found several; she was clearly very popular. In one photo he was so powerfully affected that he actually took his penis out and masturbated. It was a shortish set in which the girl was dressed only in bra and a thong. But in some shots, the crotch of the thong appeared to have moved out of position so that it no longer adequately covered the girl's vulva; a situation the girl had presumably not noticed and which the photographer clearly did not point out! She sat with her knees clutched to her chest, smiling sweetly and between her shapely thighs some labial skin clearly peeped out. Taking full advantage of the situation, the photographer moved his position to a more 'head-on' angle which clearly showed her labia and clitoral hood fully exposed. Not surprisingly, the next shots were extreme close-ups, using the zoom lens, in which the entire frame was filled with the super magnified image of the crotch of the panties bunched over to the right and the soft, pinkish-brown flesh of the young girl's genitals revealed in full anatomical detail nestling amongst the wispy curls of her bush. Seeing such an explicit view of something so absolutely forbidden (and of which the girl herself was blissfully unaware) was an intoxicating combination and before he could stop himself, Jim found that he had gone over the brink. Scarcely able to control himself, he inadvertently sprayed his sperm over the computer screen.

As he wiped away the white fluid, he pondered further on his new experience. Gradually, the initial unease he felt at transgressing society's most powerful taboo subsided. Instead he began to look on his new job as an opportunity. A golden opportunity, in fact, that many would give anything for. He could harness his arousal to make the best and most exciting photographs of his young models. He was sure he could find new angles and ideas that would truly transform the studio's output. And all the while he would be at close quarters with pretty, innocent young girls who were happy to cavort in front of his camera, blissfully ignorant of the use to which they were being put.

* * * * *

Helena had been busy sending emails to a number of child modeling agencies she found on the web. A few days later, she got a telephone call at home from a very nice and educated sounding woman called Susie. Susie had explained that the best thing to do would be to get some photos of Briony (ideal wearing one of her favorite outfits) and email them to the agency. As it was the first contact she had had, she was quite eager and arranged a little impromptu shoot with her when she came home from school. Briony was very excited and immediately selected a navy pinafore dress and a white lacy blouse with a little velvet bow. She thought it was very 'smart' and made her look grown up. She posed joyfully for her mother's digital camera and kept chirping questions about the real photo shoot and what clothes she might get to wear and what sort of poses the photographer might like. Her mother was delighted with the cooperation she was getting and thought it bode very well for the future career of her daughter. The result was several really lovely photos of Briony which really showed the happy, sunny side of her nature. In one, she even cheekily pouted at the camera, which made Helena roar with laughter. Together, they sat at the family computer and selected six which Briony took great delight in arranging into a montage (she loved playing at the computer and was quite proficient at most things). She then proceeded to pepper the image with little pink hearts to 'make it look nice for the modeling people.' They even left the cheeky photo in - at Briony's insistence - despite some mild concerns expressed by her mother. They wrote the email together and pressed 'send'...

* * * * *

'Ray!,' called Susie from the office. 'Come in here. You'll want to see these.' Ray entered to find Susie looking at her computer screen.

'What is it, doll? I was making a cup of tea.' He walked over to the same side of the desk as Susie. 'Jesus!' was all he managed.

'Pretty special, eh?'

'Who is she?' he asked.

'Briony Hawthorne. Her mum just emailed them in. Never modeled before.

'Briony? What kind of name is that?'

'A posh one,' laughed Susie. You can see from her looks and clothes and stuff. 'Hey, Ray, we could make a packet off this little honey, if she plays ball with us.'

'Too right! She's an angel! When can we get her in for a test?'

'Dunno yet. Only just got the email. I'll ring them up and sort something out.

'Tell you what,' added Ray in a leering tone, 'we're going to be inundated with requests for 'custom' sets with this kid, once the punters see her!' Susie smiled and looked up at him indulgently. yep. Sure enough, she thought, they're going to be desperate to see that little twot exposed, that's for sure.

* * * * *

As they drove to the studios (which fortunately were not very far from the house) Briony couldn't keep still in the back of the car. She was so excited and bombarded her mother with questions and characteristically amusing observations. Helena had received the call from the agency while her daughter was at school and when she told Briony about the invitation the reaction had been one of overwhelming glee. Of course, her mother did make a point of explaining that this was only a test shooting. It was no guarantee that they would want to go ahead and book her for an actual job. But of course, Briony's selective hearing meant that she filtered out from her mother's words only the meaning she wanted. Consequently, she considered that she was already well on the road to stardom.

'Mummy,' she chirped, 'you know actresses? Do they usually start as models, or is it the other way around?'

'What?'

'I am just wondering if I would like to be in films as well as the catalogues, or just in the catalogues. I can't really decide.' Her adorable face was, for a moment, frowning as she pondered this conundrum. Helena sighed,

'Look, Briony, as I have said to you several times, we don't even know if they will want to use you as a model. This is just a test, for them to see how you look in some pictures. If they like them, then perhaps they will want to use you. But there's no guarantee. They haven't even met you yet!'

'Yes, but do they though?' Briony insisted, with a heavy and slightly petulant emphasis on the word 'do'

'Do they what?' Helena replied.

'Do models become actresses or the other way around?'

'Oh really! Actresses are actresses and models are models! Now let's have a bit of peace shall we? You haven't stopped all morning.' Briony sat back and pouted grumpily at her mother. Under her breath she said,

'What about Cameron Diaz and Liz Hurley?'

* * * * *

Jim arrived slightly early for his first day's work. His excitement was such that he had only slept fitfully the night before. He went straight to the office where he found Susie making coffee.

'Oh hi Jim. Bright and early, I see!' She took another cup from the cupboard and held it towards him. 'Want a cup?"

'Yes, please. that would be great.' He placed his camera bag on the chair. 'By the way, I took a look at the site last night.'

'Oh? What do you reckon? Jim blushed slightly at looked at the floor

'Um, yeah...some amazing shots in there..' Susie laughed knowingly.

'You dirty old man. You like 'em young then, do you?' she teased. Jim shuffled slightly uneasily.

'I didn't think so! It never crossed my mind before honestly!'

'It's ok, Jim. I'm only kidding. I do understand. Some of those kids know a lot more than they're letting on, I reckon. Even I find myself getting turned on at some of those shoots.' She passed him a mug of coffee and patted him warmly on the shoulder.

'Really?' Jim took a cautious sip and continued. 'Hey, you know how a lot of these shots depend on getting the right kind of clothing?'

'Yeah, mostly loose stuff with convenient gaps down the sides...'

'Sure, but I was looking around for some more sexy stuff.'

'In kids sizes? I don't think you'll have much luck.'

'Ah but that's just it, I went online and found a store in Thailand where they do much smaller sizes.'

'Really?' Susie now looked up from the desk, interested.

'Yeah. I guess Asians are smaller?'

'Hmm...well, let's hope that's the explanation eh? You know what a rep Thailand has.'

'I guess. Hadn't thought of that angle. Anyway, I ordered a few things in the two smallest sizes. We can see if they fit any of our models.'

'Sure. Good idea. What did you order?'

'Some gauze type panties. Completely see through crotch.'

'Nice!'

'And some very tight little shorts with a central seam.'

'Central seam?'

'Yeah. To cut into the slit and make a camel toe.' Susie laughed. He was learning fast.

'I like it! I can see that you're going to fit right in here.' She gestured to him to sit down opposite her. As he took his seat, Susie pushed a folder across the table at him. 'So anyway, here's your very first model. Name's Briony.'

'Ok...?' Jim took the file and opened it, but it contained nothing other than a pro-forma model release and basic biographical information. 'Briony. Sounds like a posh name?'

'Yeah,' Susie laughed. 'That's what we thought. A bit of posh totty!' Lifting the cover sheet, Jim picked up the portrait photo.

'Wow!' he gasped.

'Gorgeous looking kid, eh?'

'Too right!' agreed Jim, 'They'll go crazy for her. Hope she plays ball.'

'Well, it's only a test at first. See how she is on screen. You can never tell, some of them just freeze up the moment a lens is pointed at them.'

'Hmm..ok.'

'Her mum's bringing her too and as it's a test, will probably want to sit in on things. So you will need to be very straight, this session.'

'Sure. I understand. But the next session?

'Well that's up to you, Jim. We shall be wanting some nice dirty shots of this little hottie, I can tell you. Otherwise we'll get no end of grief from the punters.'

'No pressure then!'Jim laughed. The phone rang and Susie picked up the receiver.

'Are they?... ok. Sure... Yes please, send them right in.' She replaced the handset and looked at Jim. 'Speak of the devil...'

'Is that her arriving?' Jim sat up slightly straighter on his seat and straightened his jacket.

'Yup, she's here with her mother. Let me do the talking, ok? The first impression's important.'

'Oh thanks!' reacted Jim with mock indignation.

'Don't be daft! I just mean that...' The door of the office opened and in walked Briony and her mother. Jim noticed how well dressed and aristocratic looking the mother was. Not at all unattractive, he thought to himself. 'Ah good morning. You must be Mrs Hawthorne?'

'Hello.' Helena offered her hand. Jim was instantly struck by how beautiful the little girl was. She had the most adorable little face and long flowing locks of blond hair. She was dressed in a pair of white canvas jeans and a yellow t-shirt that hugged her figure and emphasised her shapely, petite frame. He had expected a much more infantile look, but she was clearly already started on her adolescence. The slender waist nicely set off her hips and to Jim's great delight, he could see that she had small breasts. Not the bee stings, he was expecting, but a genuine, miniature bust beautifully outlined by the tight cotton top.

'And you must be our new model, Briony?' She beamed at the child who smiled back, but then looked to the floor rather coyly as she briefly glanced at Jim. "Won't you both take a seat, please?' Susie gestured to the two remaining chairs. As they sat down, she introduced Jim. "and this is Jim, our photographer. He'll be doing the test with Briony.' She then half crouched to the child's level and was met with a warm smile. 'So sweetheart. You must be excited?'

'Oh yes!' replied Briony, 'I've been talking about it for days, haven't I mummy?'

'Yes, dear. Days!' replied Helena with mock weariness. Susie then handed Helena a couple of forms and indicated where she needed a signature. Helena took them but looked up at Susie with a questioning look. 'Err.. what are these?' She smiled, not wanting to give the impression of being uncooperative.

'Oh they're just the model releases. The consent forms. Because Briony is a minor.'

'Oh, of course! I see.'

'Sorry, you should have had a letter explaining all that,' Susie added.

'Oh I dare say I did,' replied Helena as she signed the forms. 'It was a while ago and I must have forgotten.' She handed the papers back to Susie.

'Excellent! That's great. Oh, just one thing Mrs Hawthorne, I hope you don't mind, but we prefer parents not to actually be in the studio during shooting. It tends to put them model off.'

'Oh, ok.' Helena looked uncertain for a moment. 'So is there somewhere I can wait for her?'

'Well actually, Mrs Hawthorne, we assumed you'd just leave her here and go shopping or something.' Helena looked most surprised at this.

'Leave her here?' There was a moment's silence, before Jim spoke.

'It's just that it'll probably be a couple of hours. It might be a bit boring for you, that's all.'

'Well...' Helena was now clearly somewhat discomfited by the clear impression she was giving that she didn't trust them. Susie stepped in.

'You don't know us, of course.'

'Look, I don't want to imply...'

'Don't be silly, that's quite all right. It's perfectly understandable. It's her first time and you want to be around.

'Yes. I would prefer that. If it's no trouble.'

'Of course, not. It's no problem at all. We have the waiting room in any case and it has a tv, so I hope you won't be too bored!'

'Oh thank you.' Helena was now looking a lot more relaxed. 'Um..?'

'Yes?'

'I was just thinking...she will be chaperoned, I assume?' continued Helena.

'Oh yes,' replied Susie. 'Of course, I sit in on all shoots and there is usually our wardrobe girl there too, to help with the costume changes.' Helena was already getting up to leave when she added,

'So about two hours, you say?'

'Yes, I am sure it won't be longer than that. It's a test shoot, after all. Next time, it will need to be longer and I am sure you'll feel happy enough to leave her with us.' replied Susie.

'Yes. I am sure I will.' Helena smiled.

'Great! then I'll just show you to the waiting room and then we'll get started.' Helena already had one hand on the door knob before leaning down to kiss Briony.

'Goodbye, darling. Be nice, won't you? And do as you're told.'

'Oh yes, mummy! Of course I shall,' she chirped in response. Once Helena had left with Susie, Michaela, the wardrobe girl came in. She took Briony's hand and proceeded to lead her out into the corridor towards the dressing room adjacent to the main studio.

'So, Briony, we have some nice clothes for you to wear for the test shoot.'

'Ooh goody!' piped the youngster, excitedly. 'Will the photos be in magazine?'

'No, hon. Not these ones. They are just meant as a test run, to see how you look on camera. Not everyone can be a model, so we have to make sure that everything looks right before we do the proper photos. Mummy did explain to you that this was just a try out, right?'

'Oh yes,' replied Briony, trying to adopt a more grown up air. 'But I will try my best to do everything you ask and to smile a lot.' Michaela smiled as she led her into the dressing room.

'That's great, sweetie. I'm sure you will. But it's not me who will be telling you what to do and how to stand and so on. That will be Jim, the photographer.

'Oh. ok. He seems nice too.'

'Yes,' laughed Michaela. 'He is. And he is very used to working with children too, so he'll know what to do. Just follow him and you can't go wrong.' She was telling a white lie, of course. Jim had little experience of working with kids as far as she knew. But he seemed to be perfectly suitable in all other respects. 'Smiling is a big part of it,' she continued, 'and not looking shy. But you're not shy, are you Briony?'

'Oh, no. Mummy says I am a right chatterbox! And I don't mind grown-ups at all. I think they're fine.'

'Well, in that case, sweetie. I am sure everything will be just fine.' At this point, Susie reappeared. She closed the door behind them and the two women proceeded to get Briony undressed and into the first outfit; a pink cotton skirt and lightweight Summer top.

* * * * *

Jim left the office and went into the studio to set up his lights, screens and camera. As he was arranging a white rolldown backdrop, Susie burst in through the door from the dressing room adjacent to the studio. She was looking eager and conspiratorial as she came over to him and half whispered in his ear.

'Hey, Jim, you're going to have fun with this one!'

'Oh?' Jim looked up at her. 'How so?'

'She's not as um..immature as you might imagine for an 11 year old.'

'How do you mean?' he looked slightly puzzled and was met by a broad grin from Susie.

'She has a nice little pair. Even has a training bra. So cute! Bless her, she wouldn't take it off. I dare say she's quite proud of it. I was like that at her age. Couldn't wait for it all to start happening.'

'Yes, I noticed she had some little ones when she came in. Nice!'

'That's not all,' continued Susie.

'Oh? What else?'

'She has pubes too! Not much, but a little tuft on her mound, and probably some more underneath.'

'How did you manage to find that out?' Jim was surprised. He couldn't see why Susie would have asked her to strip completely.

'Michaela was helping her pull her jeans down to put the skirt on and she was a little too eager and pulled her knickers down at the same time! I got a good view.' She nudged Jim suggestively. 'Bet you wish you'd have got an eyeful of that eh?'

'Susie...come on. Give me a break! She's a kid!' His protest sounded hollow to him after the revelations of the previous night though. As if to reassure himself as much as Susie, he added, 'and I'm no paedo!'

'Oh, don't take yourself so seriously Jim! I'm only having a laugh with you. Besides, who knows...after working here for a few weeks, who's to know what may happen to your..err...interests..' Jim shook his head disapprovingly trying to dispel any suspicions she might have without seeming to protest too much. 'Aww...it's harmless. I wouldn't blame you. This one's SO cute. Adorable little bod too! I'd almost be tempted myself! Anyway...better go and bring her in. You all set up?'

'Yep. Fine. How was the mother?'

'Oh she was fine, once I explained everything. You didn't take it personally, I hope?'

'Eh?' replied Jim. 'Take what personally?'

'You know, her anxiety about leaving the kid here with you?'

'Oh no, of course not. Quite understandable. I don't know if I'd be happy to leave my cute little daughter with a male photographer, to be honest.' Susie laughed,

'Yeah, but that's because you know what filth might be going on, eh?' she nudged Jim playfully just as Michaela led Briony into the studio.

* * * * *

The first hour's shooting went very well indeed. Jim found Briony to be very natural and relaxed in front of the camera. He got plenty of great shots, all of her wearing pretty, but sober outfits. He was keen to put the child at her ease before trying anything. All the time, however, he had the feeling of acid excitement in the base of his stomach as he imagined dressing her in more revealing outfits and getting some of the 'special' shots he had been planning.

She was quite talkative and they kept up an almost constant chatter, with occasional interventions by Susie (who was sitting in on the shoot). Jim took care to compliment Briony often, not only on her great attitude in the studio, but also on her looks and figure. he even asked her if she had a boyfriend, at which she blushed and gave a coy response that she didn't because she was too young. She had clearly enjoyed being asked though, despite the slight flush to her cheeks and Jim felt he was getting on well with her. They took a break, during which Michaela took Briony for a coke from the vending machine in the corridor. Susie took the opportunity to have a quiet chat with Jim while they were alone.

'So what do you think? Going pretty well yes?'

'Well, it's my first shoot with a child, as you know, but I'd say it's going very well yes.' Jim seemed quite pleased with himself. 'She seems pretty friendly to me. Obviously, I've been keeping the shooting a bit tame, and these outfits we've been trying out don't really leave much scope...'

'No,' interrupted Susie, 'but it's very important not to freak a new kid out by too much too soon. Some of them aren't comfortable in the more revealing outfits right away.'

'Oh absolutely. I agree with you. Did Michaela say anything?'

'What do you mean?'

'About Briony. How she was getting on? She must see as many of these young girls as you do going through the studio.'

'Oh right, yes. She seems to be very positive too. Reckons we should try some more, err... interesting outfits.'

'Oh yeah?' Jim felt the excitement that had been rumbling for some time now surge inside him. He was finally getting close to taking his own shots of a real, live young girl. To try out his own ideas. His imagination raced. "What do you mean, exactly? What kind of outfit?'

'Well, she reckons a bikini is probably a bit too much on the first shoot. But we have a nice pair of tiny white shorts in her size.'

'Oh?'

'Yes. The great thing about them is that they're a kind of stretchy fabric, like lycra almost. And they have a central seam. Remember what I told you about central seams?' Susie grinned knowingly at Jim. He remembered only too well what she was talking about. 'I'll get Michaela to put those on her when she gets back, ok?'

'Ok. Yes. Definitely.' Jim realised he was grinning eagerly. Susie, slapped him on the back before leaving the studio to fetch Briony and Michaela,

'Dirty bugger!' she teased. 'That's the spirit!'

A few minutes later, as Ray was adjusting his lighting, the door opened and in walked Michaela closely followed by Briony.

'Here we go,' said Michaela, 'a nice new outfit to try.' As Briony walked out in front of her she placed her hands on her hips and proudly displayed herself as grin spread across her pretty face. Jim looked up from what he was doing and the sight that greeted his eyes almost took his breath away. Seeing his reaction, Michaela smiled, knowingly at him. 'You like?'

'Oh yes!' said Jim. 'I like! Really lovely outfit.' He could barely speak as he drank in the arousing sight. The little angel wore a light blue vest top which hugged her torso and beautifully outlined her two small breasts, each about the size of a small tangerine. He could also see that she was wearing no bra as each was crowned with a tiny bump which pressed into the tight fabric making a darker, more pointed shape. But what was altogether more captivating, was Briony's lower half and it was this on which Jim now feasted his eyes. The vest top finished just above her navel revealing a patch of smooth belly only lightly suntanned. Her waist was very slender and contrasted with the relative breadth of her hip bones. The white shorts were indeed as Susie had described. Tiny. They hugged Briony's hips and upper thighs as though they had been painted on to the child's body. The seam at the midline tightened the thin, white fabric and pulled it into Briony's cleft to perfectly outline the plump ridges of her labia majora. His mouth dry with excitement, it was all he could do to speak his instructions as Michaela and Susie giggled conspiratorially in the corner, seeing how thrown he was. But Jim now got to work taking photographs from every angle and in every pose he could. He fitted a longer lens, allowing him to zoom in surreptitiously whenever he could on the perfectly molded anatomy of the child's crotch. He got plenty in his viewfinder, but knew the real treats would be later, seeing the images at the Nikon D3's full resolution of 14 megapixels on his computer monitor where he could examine every tiny, delicious detail. But he knew he would have to be patient until then, so he busied himself with getting as many good shots in the bank as he could by getting Briony to pose in the most advantageous and revealing way he could. He got her to sit cross legged, to do the splits and to straddle a chair amongst other things.

When the shoot finally came to a conclusion, Michaela led Briony off to get changed and return her to her mother. Jim took the three full memory cards and eagerly headed off to the computer room where he hoped to copy all the really special ones to his own flash drive before uploading the rest to the system. Those, he wanted to savour in his own time. But it was more than that, he realised. Despite Susie having gone to every possible length to explain to him the real purpose behind his job, he nevertheless still felt guilty now the deed was done and he had collected a large number of shots that were clearly well beyond what could be considered decent. He was so preoccupied as he hurried out of the studio that he bumped into Susie coming the other way.

'Someone's in a hurry!' she said, looking him in the eye. 'Where were you off to?'

'Oh, I...err...'

''thought we could take a look at the afternoon's work, now that Briony and her mum are safely off the premises. That the memory cards there, is it?' she was looking down at his hand and the thin slivers of black plastic it held. Jim was at a loss for words and clearly realised he was not going to be able to separate the shots out as he'd hoped.

'...err, well I was just...'

'Just going to have a crafty look on your own, I expect.' Susie laughed and gently patted his back leading him towards the computer room. 'Come on Jim, no need to be shy! We're all on the same side here.' Somewhat flustered, Jim realised he had little choice but to follow her.

'Yes. Sure.' he offered, a little lamely.

They went into the computer room and sat down beside each other in front of the Sun workstation. Susie took the three memory cards from his hand and proceeded to insert the most recently used into the drive bay. The software loaded the images and set them up as a series of thumbnail catalogues which Susie now deftly navigated with the practiced air of a professional. She quickly found the last set and looked across to Jim who was still feeling a bit uneasy at having his sleazy activities with this lovely, innocent child scrutinised not only by someone else, but a woman to boot!

'I'm not sure how good they'll be,' he lied awkwardly and he watched as Susie paged through some shots of Briony standing. Suddenly, the frame went almost completely white with Jim's first close up. It showed only the crotch of the white shorts and the hard shading from the left hand key light threw Briony's intimate anatomy into strong relief.

'Ooh what have we here, then?' teased Susie. "Someone's been a naughty boy...' Before Jim could manage a response, she added, 'this is good! This is very good!' Jim felt a swell of raw eroticism as Susie now manipulated the mouse to magnify what he realised on this screen was only a 16% zoom! As she rolled the mouse wheel, the image got larger and larger until the indicator showed 100% and he could see how truly enormous these images were. The large 20" monitor was now able to fit only part of Briony's left labium and Susie dragged the image to the right so they could inspect the dark furrow where the tight seam of the shorts dipped back between the two labia. 'You like?' she whispered rhetorically.

'Yes,' said Jim, somewhat hesitantly. 'That's a pretty good one. See if you can find the ones of her doing the splits. They should be nice too. They ran through a few more shots all as revealing and intrusive or even more so before coming to a shot of Briony sitting with one leg outstretched and the other flexed with her chin resting on her knee. It was quite clearly a good position for accidental revelations and so Susie assumed Jim would had got some close ups too. Sure enough, the next few images were ultra close shots of just the child's crotch; the bulge of her mound was squeezed by her posture and had caused the fabric of the shorts to move slightly out of position.

'There!' cried Susie. 'Jackpot!' The huge magnification clearly showed Briony's right labium majus emerging from the gusset of the shorts and a little tuft of fine brown pubic hairs. Jim could only stare at his handiwork and made a mental note to copy the entire set to 'enjoy' later in the privacy of his flat.

* * * * *

Susie remembered something suddenly.

'Oh yes, I meant to tell you.'

'What?' asked Jim. Susie laughed.

'You know how you said you and Briony were getting on a treat?'

'Yes.'

'Well, it seems it was mutual.

'Eh?'

'I mean, I think someone has a crush on our Jim boy.' She sniggered.

'Come on... she's 11! What makes you say that?'

'When Michaela was tidying up, after Briony finished changing back into what she arrived in, she noticed something in the crotch of the shorts she'd been wearing.'

'Eh? What do you mean, noticed something?' Jim was now intrigued. He felt he had an idea what Susie was about to say.

'Well, we decided to have Briony wear the shorts without any knickers on underneath.'

'I...err. I'm not sure I follow you?'

'Well, the kid didn't think anything of it and Michaela reckoned it would show of her pussy better.' Jim laughed nervously and looked at the ground. 'With no other layers in the way, you see.'

'My God! For a quiet girl, that Michaela's quite something isn't she?'

'Ha, you don't know the half of it Jim boy! You should see her after a few drinks! Right filthy cow she is! Anyway, after Briony had left, she was tidying up and she noticed quite a slick the crotch of those shorts.'

'A slick.'

'Yeah. You know! A snail trail along the gusset. Sure enough sign of a girl's interest. Can't fake that!'

'Jesus!' Jim felt his penis swell inside his jeans.

'Yep. She's got a crush on old Jim boy, that's for sure.' As Jim absorbed this information, Susie got up and left the room. He vaguely heard her collecting her things ready to leave for home as it was now after six and presently, she called through to him, 'See you tomorrow Jim boy! Don't stay too late, now.' And with that, the front door of the building slammed shut and Susie got in her car to drive away. Jim remained a while, idly scrolling through the hundreds of images he had taking of this enchanting little eleven year old as his mind pondered Susie's final words. An idea suddenly occurred to him and he stood up quickly to go through to the studio. Glancing around, he was unable to find what he was looking for, but then he pushed open the door to the small dressing room. Still there - just as they had been discarded - some on the trunk and some draped over the chair were the various outfits Briony had worn for the shoot. Jim felt a surge of acid excitement rise in his throat as he rifled through the tiny items of childish apparel. He quickly found what he had been looking for. The tiny white shorts were still inside out (presumably from Briony's carelessly childish undressing) and Jim proceeded to inspect the inside gusset. The fabric was still moist from contact with the girl's vulva and he could clearly see the creamy smears of her intimate secretions. Instinctively he raised the garment to his nose and inhaled the sour-sweet aroma. This produced a powerful reaction and (knowing he was now alone in the building) he unzipped himself, freed his erection and pumped it with his free hand. Beside himself with mounting excitement, and before he could make any rational decision about his actions, he opened his mouth to lick the glistening fabric. The sensation on his tongue was a slimy one and the overwhelming taste was of saltiness. But the meaning of what he was doing was more overpowering; he was doing something incredibly taboo and forbidden. The knowledge that he was actually tasting the secretions of an eleven year-old girl's vagina was almost too much for him to cope with and he eagerly licked and sucked on the fabric, consuming it all until no more of the salty oozings remained. As he did so, he jerked on his rock hard penis until the release finally shattered over him and he ejaculated over the dressing room floor.

...to be continued