Pretty Little Teasers
By Neverlander
(c) October 2006

Part 1

* * * Prologue * * *

Lucas needed to come.  But more than that, he wanted to be looking at a 
pretty little girl when he did.  A naked little girl, or at least one 
in her underwear - teasing him in tight, see-through panties, maybe a 
little training bra.  He had been surfing for hours, one hand on the 
mouse, the other slowly stroking his cock, looking for something that 
would excite him and get him really worked up.  He was tired and he 
knew he should go to bed.  But he also knew that if he found what he 
was looking for he'd be in jerk-off heaven.  Lucas loved little girls.

Near the bottom of the list of underage sex sites on his screen was an 
entry that caught his eye - "Pretty Little Teasers/We know what you 
want!"  He felt his penis give a little twitch, as it always did to 
come-ons like that, in spite of his knowing that they never panned out.  
He clicked on it automatically, without hope.  But to his surprise, 
instead of the usual endless series of pop-ups and yet another phony 
list, his screen was immediately filled with the splash page of a real 
site.  The logo banner read "Pretty Little Teasers", and under it was a 
picture that caused him to suck in his breath.  It was of a young girl, 
about twelve years old, her red hair in pigtails.  She was wearing only 
panties, pink cotton hip-hugger briefs that appeared to be a size too 
small for her, standing half-turned away from the camera, deliberately 
displaying her firm, round bottom, just barely covered by the thin, 
straining fabric of her panties.  She was looking sideways at the 
viewer, covering her little breasts with her hands and smiling 
seductively, her tongue curled to her upper lip in mocking tease.  
Under the picture was the caption, "We Know What You Want!"  Lucas held 
his breath and clicked the "Enter" button.

Another page appeared, with several pictures of adorable little girls, 
aged from about nine to thirteen, each one a pedophile's dream.  They 
were fully dressed, but in suggestive poses - some in tight shorts, 
sitting with their legs spread apart, others in skirts or dresses, 
which they coyly raised as they smiled sweetly at the viewer.  At the 
bottom was a greeting:

"Hi!  Do you like what you see?  Want to see more?"

An arrow pointed right, to the next page.  Lucas clicked, and another 
page appeared, with more pictures.  This time the girls were starting 
to undress, displaying their skimpy underwear, smiling at the camera.  
The caption said,

"Little girls posed for your excitement ... tantalizing you ... 
undressing for you!  We know what you like - we know exactly what you 
want..."

"Ohhh yesss ... oh man ..."  Lucas was breathing harder and licking his 
lips now.  He clicked for the next page.  More girls, now partially 
naked, some displaying puffy little nipples, one in the bathtub with 
her sudsy little bottom above the water, and another starting to pull 
down her panties while she gazed at the camera with half-closed eyes, 
her mouth forming a taunting "oooo!"

"Touching your cock yet?" read the caption.  "Our girls are specially 
selected and trained for your masturbation pleasure.  They know why 
you're here ... they know what you need.  We've taught them all about 
men like you, and how to tease you..."

Another page, and more pictures of naughty little girls, posing for the 
dirty old men they knew were drooling over them, deliberately tempting 
them, driving them mad with sex tease.

"Our girls know just what you want.  They'll taunt you and tease you 
while you stroke your cock.  Would you like that?"

"Oh my god, oh yeah, that's what I need, ohhhh god, please..."  Lucas 
was moaning with desire now, aching with need for more.  His cock was 
rock-hard in his hand.

"Want a little girl to play with your cock?  She's waiting inside to 
tease you and tantalize you - come on in and let her go to work on you.  
She'll drive you crazy..."

Lucas got up and left the room, his erect penis stiff and quivering.  
In a moment he was back with his credit card and a box of tissues.  It 
was going to be a long night.

* * * * *

"Dani - you going to take your shower now?  We don't have much time 
before we have to leave."

John was calling up the stairs to his step-daughter just as she came 
around the corner on her way to the bathroom.  "Yes, Daddy," she said 
as she ran by the top of the stairs.  "I'm going now, I won't be long."

John went back to the kitchen to finish cleaning up after breakfast, 
then went upstairs to get dressed himself.  They had a long drive ahead 
of them, and he didn't want to be late for their meeting.

Going into his bedroom, he laid out on the bed the trousers and shirt 
he'd be wearing that day, then took off his robe and pulled on a pair 
of boxers.  He went to the door and opened it, listening to the sound 
of the shower in the bathroom.  After about a minute it stopped, and he 
heard Dani moving around in the bathroom.  Good, he thought to himself, 
she's almost done.

He walked across his room and entered the closet, closing the door 
behind him.  In the darkness, he removed a piece of loose paneling and 
rested it on the floor.  A beam of light shone in the darkness, from a 
small hole in the section of closet wall that had been covered by the 
paneling.  On the other side of the wall was Dani's bedroom, and the 
hole provided a clear view of most of it.  John peered through the hole 
and waited for his step-daughter to come into the room.

Two minutes later Dani came through the door, with a towel wrapped 
around her.  She was carrying a hair dryer, which she proceeded to use 
as she sat on the end of her bed.  John smiled.  He knew her routine 
well, and waited patiently as she dried her hair, fluffing it with her 
fingertips as she hummed a tune to herself.  It wouldn't be long before 
he was gazing on her lovely barely-pubescent body.

It had been almost seven years since Gerry had died.  She and John 
hadn't been married a year when she stormed out of the house drunk, and 
tore off in their car for her last tantrum.  She was found by the 
police in the morning at the base of a cliff below the coast highway.  
She had died instantly, and left behind a five year old daughter.  
There was no other family, and John suddenly found himself a single 
parent, responsible for Gerry's little girl, poor little Dani.  No one 
knew who Dani's biological father had been, not even Gerry.

John was a doting step-father.  As time went on, however, he found 
himself developing an interest in the little girl that was not quite 
paternal.  He never abused or molested her, but she became the target 
of his deep voyeuristic urges.  He made the peep-hole in her bedroom 
wall when she was seven; he loved watching little pre-pubescent Dani 
play in her bedroom, especially when she was naked after her bath.  
Particularly exciting to him were the changes he observed in her body 
as she grew older - he loved seeing the little bumps on her chest 
become larger, and her hips grow shapely.  And of course he eagerly 
studied the little cleft between her legs, watching for the changes 
that would indicate that she was becoming a "big girl."  The nights 
when she had little girlfriends stay for a sleep-over were pure heaven.

Dani finished drying her hair and turned off the dryer.  She stood up 
and walked to her dresser, still with the towel wrapped around her.  A 
large mirror was attached to the dresser, and the peep-hole was located 
right next to it, disguised as an old unused electrical socket.  John 
had shrewdly anticipated that Dani would be as narcissistic as most 
young girls, and he wasn't disappointed - she spent a lot of time 
looking at herself in the mirror, and he greatly enjoyed watching her 
primp and pose.

She looked at her face for a few moments, turning this way and that, 
fluffing her honey-blonde hair.  Then she smiled and blew herself a 
kiss, and lifted her arms over her head.  She gave her torso a gentle 
wiggle, and the towel came loose and fell to the floor.  John sighed to 
himself as her naked body was revealed to him, and he felt the familiar 
stirring between his legs.  She was so beautiful.  Her skin was smooth 
and glowing after her bath, and the puffy nipples of her developing 
breasts were so tender, so inviting.  She turned and looked over her 
shoulder at herself in the mirror.  Her bottom was round and pert, 
perfectly smooth and firm.  John licked his lips as he looked at it, 
absolutely loving the curve of her hips and the well-defined cleft of 
her buttocks.  He was yearning to touch her.

She turned to face the mirror again, and posed with her hands on her 
hips.  John stared intently and longingly between her legs, at the 
pronounced mound of her pudenda.  The lips of her vulva were puffy and 
sculpted, with a suggestion of moisture in the dark cleft between them, 
and at the top the tiny hood enclosing her clitoris.  John thought he 
could see what might be the very beginnings of downy hair on her mons; 
he felt a slight pang at this suggestion that her girlhood was passing, 
but at the same time he was excited by the thought that she was 
developing sexually.  At eleven years old, she was entering that 
delicious stage of a girl's development, when her female body was 
beginning to emerge, and she would soon become aware of the powerful 
erotic effect she had on males, especially on men who were helpless in 
their lust for little girls - men like John.

There was a plastic bag on her dresser, and Dani now removed from it 
several pairs of new panties.  John had helped her pick them out when 
they went shopping a few days ago.  He had told her that it was 
important that she should wear something fresh for the trip they were 
about to take, something pretty and new.  She selected a pair now, and 
stepped into them, pulling them up her smooth, graceful legs to her 
hips.  John was sorry to see her little pussy disappear, but he also 
enjoyed watching her adjust the panties snuggly between her legs and 
over her bottom.  They were bikini style, of thin white cotton, with a 
pattern of small blue flowers, cut very low in front, clinging tightly 
between her legs and molding her little cleft.  In the rear they only 
partially covered her cheeks, and arched gracefully over her bottom and 
up her hips, accentuating her curves.
 
John loved the sight of her in her tantalizing underwear, and gave a 
couple of pleasurable strokes to his erect cock, which had escaped 
through the fly of his boxers as he watched her.  He lingered a moment 
longer as she put on a pair of tight jeans and a white shirt, then left 
the closet to finish getting dressed himself.

"All set?" he asked her when they met in the hall.

"Yep, all set!" she replied brightly, and they headed downstairs 
together.

"You look nice," he told her, and put his hand affectionately on her 
bottom, giving it a little squeeze.  She giggled, and ran ahead of him 
out to the car.

He stole sideways glances at her as they headed out onto the highway, 
marveling at the effect she had on him.  He loved her body, and became 
extremely aroused when he watched her undress or saw her hanging around 
the house in her underwear.  He didn't think this was strange, even if 
he was her step-father; hell, there must be thousands of men who would 
be turned on seeing that.

And that, in fact, was what this trip was all about.

* * * * *

Lucas was going mad with lust.  The little girl on his screen had her 
legs spread wide, and her tight nylon panties were hiding very little.  
She looked to be about eleven years old, and was teasing him 
mercilessly, along with all the other hundreds of men who were 
masturbating over her at that very moment, wishing and pretending that 
their enflamed cocks were entering her tight young pussy, sliding in 
and out, fucking her slowly and deeply.

The girl obviously knew why she was there.  She knew that men were 
jerking off while they looked at her, and that displaying her young 
body to them deepened their pleasure.  At the same time her teasing 
kept them on the edge of nagging frustration, agitated and craving 
more.  That kept them coming back, day after day and month after month, 
paying customers who were never quite satisfied.  The look on her face 
showed them that she knew she was tormenting them, and that she enjoyed 
it.

She was wearing a little sleeveless sun dress, and in the first 
pictures of the series she was sitting demurely, pouting shyly at the 
camera and idly wrapping a lock of her blonde hair around a finger.  As 
the pictures progressed, she began to shift her position, crossing her 
legs, lifting her knees, giving the excited viewers little peeks up her 
dress, slowly teasing them along.  Lucas moaned with aching desire and 
frustration.  Like all of the men watching this tantalizing display he 
was helplessly addicted to little girls, and the pictures were intended 
to deepen his addiction and make him need more.  He knew this but he 
couldn't stop; oh, no, he never wanted it to stop.  He loved the way it 
made him feel - so excited, so aching, so helpless.

The little blonde became more flagrant in her displays to the men, 
lifting her skirt and showing off her sheer, thin panties, so tight, 
almost transparent - and it was the "almost" that really got them, 
every man straining his eyes, hoping vainly to get a glimpse of what 
was hiding inside those tantalizing little bikini briefs.  Her facial 
expressions were maddening - little pouts, taunting "oooooo"s, a 
delicate pink tongue flicking along her lips.  The way she smiled coyly 
and seductively into the camera left them in no doubt that she knew 
perfectly well what they were doing with their big, straining 
erections.

Lucas had taken off all his clothes, and was sitting with his feet up 
on his chair, his knees bent and his legs wide apart.  Both hands were 
busy between his legs, manipulating his balls with his fingertips as he 
gently stroked his cock.  The little girl's cock-tease was exciting him 
uncontrollably, and he was doing everything he could to help her drive 
his cock crazy.  As she posed and teased, spreading her legs and 
smiling wickedly like a little slut, or on her hands and knees looking 
back, taunting, he would dance his fingertips up the underside of his 
straining shaft, giving his most sensitive areas little tantalizing 
pinches, whimpering and moaning as he struggled to keep up the tease 
and not give in to his desperate need for orgasm.  He had arranged his 
monitor so that he could see his rigid cock right next to the maddening 
pictures that were tormenting it, and his heart beat with excitement as 
he looked at his swollen, purple glans, dribbling pre-ejaculate, 
quivering next to the pretty little girl's face, or right below her 
distinct camel-toe as she lifted her dress and smiled sweetly.

When the little model started to push down her panties, pouting and 
looking at the camera as if to say, "Is this what you want me to do?" 
Lucas's resolve disintegrated, and he fell to jacking his cock wildly, 
needing to come so, so badly.  But he managed to stop just before the 
point of no return, and reluctantly pulled his hands away from his 
frustrated penis - he wanted this to last for a long, long time.  As 
the clever little blonde continued her strip-tease, Lucas went back to 
work on his cock, slowly worrying it back into erotic torment.  He 
never wanted this to end.

Later, after one of the most intense orgasms of his life, Lucas noticed 
a small link on the main members' page.  It was next to a picture of a 
little girl in panties and a tiny training bra, shading her eyes with 
her hand as if peering out into the distance, and it said, "Help 
inspire our models!"  Intrigued, he clicked it.

* * * * *

John had met Marina at a bookseller's convention two months before.  It 
was an annual event he looked forward to, since it gave him an 
opportunity to find out what was selling in small shops like his, and 
to find the sorts of unusual items that his eclectic shop was known 
for.  He was drawn to a display of erotica at the show, and had first 
seen Marina as she was looking through a collection of photographs of 
pre-pubescent nudes.  They began chatting about the works of David 
Hamilton, whom they both admired, and by the end of the day found 
themselves in her hotel room, eagerly undressing each other and making 
passionate love for hours.  John had never been so turned on by a 
woman; as soon as she realized that they shared an erotic attraction to 
young girls, she set about inciting his lust by taunting him about the 
pictures of naked children they had been looking at together, calling 
him a pervert while she expertly tongued his cock and ridiculed him for 
drooling over all those innocent little girls.  As they fucked, they 
looked desperately into each other's eyes and spoke of the photographs, 
reminding each other of the girls and their beautiful little pussies 
and budding breasts, their firm little bottoms and spread legs...

Afterwards, as they lay in bed talking and caressing each other, John 
told Marina about his little shop, and about Dani and how she had come 
to be his step-daughter.  He even confessed to spying on her in her 
bedroom, and how excited it made him to watch her undress.  Marina 
looked at him and raised her eyebrows in surprise; then she smiled 
slowly, somewhat inscrutably, and gently caressed his cock, coaxing it 
back to life.

Later, they exchanged phone numbers as they were parting.  Marina 
hadn't told John about her work - he asked about that now, did she have 
a shop, too?  No, she had said, she had another business - she was 
looking for a partner, in fact.  When he pressed her for details, she 
just smiled and handed him a note.  Then she kissed him and got into 
the cab for the airport.  As she drove off, John looked at the note: it 
contained an internet address, and a phone number.  "Call me if you're 
interested," she had written.

When John arrived home he picked up Dani at the friend's house where 
she had stayed while he was gone.  She greeted him brightly and kissed 
him on the mouth (which he always loved - her lips were so soft and 
yielding), then they drove home.  After dinner Dani went to her room to 
do some homework, and John headed for his study and his computer.  He 
typed the address Marina had given him into his internet browser, and 
waited for the page to come up.  When it did he stared in astonishment, 
instantly aroused.  The logo at the top read, "Pretty Little Teasers."

* * *  Day 1 * * *

They had left the highway over an hour ago, and were now driving in a 
remote area of rolling hills and redwood forest.  It was an involved 
route, but Marina had given John very detailed instructions, and he was 
having no difficulty following them.

After he had perused Marina's website (indulging in some male pleasure 
along the way), he immediately called the number she had given him.  
His decision had been instantaneous - he could think of nothing he'd 
rather do more than work with Marina as her partner, putting these 
delicious little girls on display, teaching them how to insinuate 
themselves into the subconscious desires of frustrated, horny men.  He 
could see that there was enormous potential for making a lot of money 
in this market, especially since Marina had hinted that she wanted to 
develop an "alternative service" for an elite clientele that went 
beyond what was available on the website, something she referred to as 
"special offerings."  And the thought that he would be around so many 
succulent underage girls gave him a hard-on that just wouldn't go away!

And then there was his little girl.  At Marina's suggestion, he had 
broached the subject of modeling to Dani.  Would she be interested in 
posing for some pictures, getting to wear all sorts of neat outfits, 
learning how to pose like a real grown-up model?  She was incredulous - 
would she ever!  She became so excited when he told her about it that 
she jumped up and down, laughing and giggling, hugging herself in 
disbelief.  When she learned that they would be taking a trip to the 
studio where she would be posing, and meeting other girls who would be 
doing it, too, all other thoughts were banished from her head.  Were 
they going soon?  Where were they going?  How long will they be there?  
In just a couple of weeks, he told her, right after school lets out, 
we'll be gone for a week.  Tell me again what I'll get to wear!  Marina 
had given him suggestions as to what outfits he should bring for Dani, 
so he took her shopping for everything from jumpers and shorts to 
nighties and lingerie; she was in little girl heaven.  At the mall she 
insisted that he come into the dressing room with her, to get his 
opinions about her outfits.  "These OK, Daddy?" she had said, lifting 
her skirt to show him new panties.  She turned to give him views from 
the front and the rear.  "Do I look OK?"  He agreed that she did.  She 
modeled several pairs for him like that as he sat on the dressing room 
bench, modestly lowering her skirt each time as she swapped panties 
under it.

Marina's home was a former summer camp on a lake that she said she had 
picked up for a song at a foreclosure auction.  John whistled when he 
saw it, though - that must have been quite a song!  The main house, 
especially, was impressive, a large, rambling redwood structure, two 
stories with decks all around.  It was twilight when they arrived, and 
warm lights shone from all the windows.

It was Marina's plan to have intensive photo shoots over a week's time, 
with several of the girls on her roster gathered together at once.  
There would be enough to provide weekly updates to the website for 
several months, after which another session would be called.  At this 
meeting John would learn about the workings of her business, and decide 
what role he would play.

Marina came to greet them as they came inside, embracing John and 
welcoming him with a long kiss that caused Dani to stare in surprise, 
with a little frown.  She hadn't realized that her Dad was such close 
friends with their hostess, whom he had just met a little while ago.  
John hadn't thought it necessary to share details of their intimacy 
with his eleven-year old daughter!

Marina led them into the Great Room where the household had gathered 
for dinner.  She introduced them to Jean, her photographer; Allison, a 
tall, pretty brunette with bangs, very pleasant and outgoing, and, at 
fifteen the oldest of the girls; Missy, a cute little redhead of ten; 
and dark-haired Ciel, fourteen and very pretty and shapely, but 
somewhat sullen.  Marina caught a little boy as he ran by, and 
introduced him as Tommy, her son.  Tommy said hello to the new guests 
politely, then ran off to the kitchen to see what was for dinner.  
Missy attached herself to Dani right away, happy to make a friend near 
her own age.  Marina and Jean helped John and Dani with their luggage 
and showed them where they'd be staying.  John had a room for himself, 
and Dani would be in the bunkroom where all of the girls were staying.  
Dani was overjoyed.  She'd never been to a camp before, and this was 
all so exciting.  She and Missy immediately ran off to explore the 
house, Missy acting as the proud guide. 

After dinner Marina motioned John to come to her room to talk, while 
the girls went off to the bunkroom to play video games.  Once the door 
was closed, she pressed herself to him and kissed him again, this time 
moving her hand to his crotch and gently stroking him through his 
trousers.  He was immediately aroused and his erection began to grow 
under her hand; but after about a minute she stepped back and grinned 
at him.

"Uh uh, not yet," she teased.  "We have some work to do first.  I've 
got to get started showing you the ropes."

He looked down at the bulge in his pants, and grinned back at her.  
"God, you are such a tease!" he said.

"Why, thank you!" she replied.  "I try to be.  That's what this 
business is all about, after all.  Getting men hot and bothered and 
drooling over girls they wish they could have, but never will."

"Never?" he asked, theatrically crestfallen.

"Well, you're different," she said.  "You get to sample the merchandise 
whenever you want!"

This startled him a bit, wondering if she were talking about just 
herself, or the girls as well.

"Uh, before we go that far, maybe I'd better learn more about how 
things work here," he said.  "So, just how does this business operate?"

"Well, it's pretty simple, really," she replied.  "You've seen the 
website - we get men to subscribe for thirty dollars a month, and in 
return we provide them with pictures of young girls for them to jerk 
off to!  We're a little more blatant about it than most sites of this 
sort, I guess.  Usually they make a show of saying that it's all for 
art, or for the girls' modeling careers or college money, but that 
bullshit doesn't fool anybody.  Everybody knows that getting guys hard 
and stroking is what it's all about.  That, and teasing them just 
enough to keep them coming back for more, and paying each month.   
Basically, we give men what they want, and make them want it more."

"And they keep coming back?" John asked.  "Don't they get tired of 
seeing the same kinds of pictures all the time?"

Marina shrugged.  "They don't seem to," she said.  "Do people get tired 
of sex?  After an orgasm you're ready for more, aren't you?"  She 
winked at John.  "Do you ever get tired of peeking at Dani?"

John blushed.  "Touch‚," he said.

"And besides," Marina continued, "the guys who sign up with us have an 
addiction.  We show them what they're desperate for, beautiful little 
girls in teasing underwear, undressing, giving little peeks up their 
skirts.  We dangle what drives them crazy right in front of them, just 
out of reach, and do everything we can to make them even more 
desperate.  This gets them frustrated, of course, but that adds to 
their excitement, I think."

"You know, I almost feel sorry for them," John said, "having their 
weaknesses manipulated so deviously by a sexual expert like you.  They 
don't stand a chance - you are a very dangerous lady!"

Marina shrugged.  "It's just business, and there are no guns being held 
to their heads.  And besides, they love it - we give them the thrills 
they crave without the risk of jailtime!"

John had to agree.  The pictures he'd seen on the site were all 
perfectly legal, but very erotic, and, to a pedophile, very, very 
exciting.

"What about the girls," he asked, "do you explain all this to them?  I 
mean, you must do something to direct them so they'll, you know, so 
they'll know what's expected of them."

"Oh, sure, we do that," she said.  "But it depends on their age.  With 
the really little girls, the six and seven year-olds, we just tell them 
that we want to take their pictures because they're so pretty.  That's 
enough for them, and it makes them happy.  We don't tell them that 
older men will be looking at them, or why.  We dress them in frilly 
dresses and just arrange for some up-the-skirt views, or have them pose 
in their underwear.  We're not going to be doing any of that this week, 
though."

"And that's enough for the customers?  They don't want more explicit 
shots?"

"Oh, I'm sure there's a lot that would!  But we don't do that with the 
very young girls; there's no need to.  Believe me, there are men, 
plenty of them, who get off just looking at innocent little girls, as 
long as they can see their panties and little round bottoms once in a 
while.  I guess maybe they pretend they're at the playground, jerking 
off in the bushes while they watch the girls run around, hoping to see 
up their skirts on the swings or slides.  Or maybe it's Uncle Pervy 
thinking about holding little precious in his lap, bouncing her on his 
hard-on!  I don't really know."

"And the older girls?" John asked.

"Oh," she said, smiling, "with the older girls it's different.  That's 
where we get creative.  Even without our telling them, the older girls 
already know they're hot stuff.  Flirting comes naturally to girls of 
that age.  They know they have what men want, and they enjoy turning 
guys on and teasing them.  It's just instinct with them."

"Well, maybe," John said thoughtfully, "but there's something about 
your site that's different from the competition, something about the 
girls that's - I don't know - that's more tuned in to what the guys 
watching them want.  I mean, I've seen other sites like this - but when 
I look at your girls, they seem to be so aware of me, like they're 
right there in the room.  It's like they can see into my head, and then 
do all the right things to turn me on!"

Marina looked at him appraisingly and smiled in admiration.  "My, 
aren't you the perceptive one!" she exclaimed.  "Well, as it turns out 
I do have sort of a secret weapon.  Want to see?"

"Want to see?  Of course I want to see!" he laughed.  "I am your 
partner now, aren't I?"

"Yes, you certainly are," she replied, "my pervy partner in crimes and 
misdemeanors!  Come on, I'll show you."  She opened the door and took 
his hand, leading him to the photographic studio at the other end of 
the house.

* * * * *

Allison and Ciel were in the bunkroom arranging their outfits for the 
next day's shoot when Missy and Dani came bounding in and jumped on 
their beds.

"Watch it, you jerks!" Ciel snapped.  "Damn it, Missy, you and little 
whats-her-name here almost knocked my shit all over the place!  This 
garter belt wasn't cheap."

"My name's Dani," Dani said, "and I'm sorry if we messed anything up."

"Whatever," Ciel said, and went back to sorting her costumes.

"Come on, Ciel," Allison chided, "be nice!  Don't pay any attention to 
her, Dani - she must be about to get her period or something."

"Fuck you!" snapped Ciel, and threw a shoe at Allison.  Allison ducked 
and smirked.

"Sky," said Dani.  "Heaven."

Missy and Allison looked at her.  "Huh?  What do you mean, Dani?" Missy 
asked.

"She means my name," Ciel said.  "Dontcha, little smartass?"

"Yes," Dani said, "I remember that from French class - 'Ciel' is French 
for 'Heaven'.  I think it's a really pretty name."

Missy and Allison started to crack up.

"Ooo la la, mademoiselle, you are so hea-ven-ly," cooed Allison, 
putting her hands behind her head and looking skyward.  Missy was 
covering her mouth with her hands and giggling.

Ciel glared at them.  "Fucking cumwads!" she spat.  This just caused 
them to redouble their laughter, rolling on their bunks and holding 
their sides.  Baiting Ciel to see what kind of filth would come spewing 
out of her mouth was their favorite game.

"Are your parents French?" asked Dani, sitting down on Ciel's bed.

Ciel stared at her blackly, then shrugged.

"No," she said, "Canadian.  It was between 'Ciel' and 'Fleur' - I guess 
I'm glad they didn't choose that one."

"That's nice, too," said Dani brightly.  "It means 'flower'."

Ciel rolled her eyes.  "Yes, I know it means flower, little miss know-
it-all," she growled wearily.  But there was a hint of a smile at the 
corners of her mouth.

"So have you guys done this a lot?  Modeling, I mean?  I've never done 
it before.  I mean, I've had my picture taken of course, but not 
anything like this.  Is it hard?  Like with posing and standing real 
still and stuff?"

"We've all been here a few times," said Allison.  "And it's real easy.  
The only hard part's trying not to look like you're tired when you 
really are and it's been going on for a long time.  Jeanie's always 
telling us we gotta stay 'perky'."

"Oh, this is so cool!" said Dani.  "My Dad bought me all these new 
things to wear, I can't wait!  So do they use the pictures in clothes 
ads or in fashion magazines and stuff like that?

Ciel and Allison exchanged glances.  "Are you fucking serious?" Ciel 
asked incredulously.  "Is that what you think this is for?"

"Well, yeah - I mean, what else would you have a photographer take 
pictures for, for a whole week?"  Dani replied, looking puzzled.

Allison got up and came to sit next to her.  "Uh, so I guess your Dad 
didn't explain to you what this is all about, huh?"

"Well, he said that his friend Marina wanted to take some pictures of 
me in nice clothes, and some of it would be like fashion posing, and 
some would be kinda like art pictures."

Ciel laughed and bent to look Dani in the eye.  "Well, it's like this, 
sweetie - you'll pose, oh, so pretty, in your little dresses and stuff, 
and you'll smile, real sweet and innocent, and - oh my! - your skirt 
may just happen to lift a little, and ooooo, look at her pretty little 
panties, and see how she's spreading her legs now - and horny guys all 
over the world will be staring between your legs, drooling and jerking 
on their cocks!"

Dani's mouth dropped open, and her eyes went wide.  She looked to 
Allison.  "Is that really true?" she asked in a whisper.  "I mean, guys 
looking at us and doing - that?"

Allison tried to reassure her.  "Well, maybe, but it's OK, really, it's 
not as bad as Ciel makes it sound.  We just pose to - well - to make 
them feel good, you know?"

Ciel laughed derisively.  "Oh, yeah, we make 'em feel good all right - 
while we tease the hell out of their cocks and drive them nuts!"

"Well," Allison said, "I think it's nice that we can give some pleasure 
to those men, especially older guys who need some excitement.  I mean, 
they're probably lonely - why shouldn't they have some fun?"

Ciel imitated Allison's voice mockingly.  "Oh my yes, I'm all in favor 
of that - I do so hope that they have fun..."  She looked at Dani and 
licked her lips in a sneer - "Just so long as they suffer!"

Dani was taking all of this in, her eyes still wide in disbelief.  "But 
... but we're just kids!  Why would older guys wanna look at us?"

"Well, they do," said Allison.  "Some guys anyway - we have a lot of 
customers."

Ciel nodded.  "The guys who subscribe to our site go crazy for young 
girls, the younger the better for some of 'em.  They just can't get 
enough."  She laughed darkly.  "We're a pervert's dream come true!  You 
should see some of the emails we get from guys who are hot for Missy!"

Missy giggled.  "It's really fun," she told Dani excitedly.  "Sometimes 
they tell me how they want me to pose, and if I do it I get lots more 
email!  One man told me that I get his penis real hard, and he told me 
what he does to it when it gets hard.  I wrote back and said I'm glad I 
get him hard and I want him to keep doing it."

Then, always happy to shock the innocent, Ciel looked at Dani and said 
with a smirk, "Dirty old men looking up your skirt, jacking off, 
drooling, wishing they could suck your pretty little tits and fuck your 
puffy little underage cunt - how do you feel about your 'modeling' 
career now, hmm?"

Dani looked at her, then at Allison, momentarily speechless.  Finally 
she said, "That is just so - cool!"

Allison smiled.  It was Ciel's turn to be surprised.  "Yeah?" she said.

"Totally!" said Dani excitedly.  "I mean, sometimes I used to get the 
feeling that older guys are looking at me - you know - that way, but I 
was never sure.  Especially since I started getting bigger, here" - she 
touched her breasts - "they seem to notice me more.  Like some of the 
guy teachers at school?  If I wear a short skirt one day they'll get 
like all flustered in class, I see them looking at my legs and stuff.  
Sometimes I'll wear a t-shirt with nothing under it and that makes them 
look, too!  I like teasing them like that, it's fun.  And once I was on 
this bus?  And there was this guy in a suit sitting across from me, and 
I was wearing this short skirt, and when I crossed my legs I saw him 
staring at them.  So I pretended I didn't know he was looking and I 
started like crossing and uncrossing back and forth so he could see up 
my skirt.  He was red in the face and all sweaty when I got up to 
leave.  It was so cool!

"And you know what?"  She lowered her voice conspiratorially.   
"Sometimes I think that my Dad actually notices me too.  I mean he's 
really sweet and all, and he never, you know, does anything, but he 
sure seems to be happy when I wear my underwear around the house!"  The 
girls all laughed.

"I think I saw your Dad checking us all out at dinner," Allison said.  
"He's really cute."

"Oh, yeah," Ciel agreed.  "I think dear old Daddy is a perv way down 
deep.  I can see why Marina chose him.  Bet we could really do a number 
on him if we wanted to!"

The girls laughed again.  Ciel looked at Dani appraisingly.  "You 
really are cute, girl," she said.  "You're going to have guys cumming 
over you big time!"  She made Dani stand up, and ran her hands over her 
body.  Dani giggled and clutched her hands under her chin.  Ciel took 
her wrists and pulled her arms open.  Then, looking into Dani's eyes, 
almost hypnotically, she undid the buttons of the younger girl's blouse 
and opened it, revealing her tender breasts.

"Oooo yeah," she cooed, "there's gonna be some serious dick being 
stroked for you, girl!  Just look at those sweet little puffies."

Dani blushed and covered herself.  "Oh, come on," she said, 
embarrassed.  "I'm nothing compared to you.  You're so much bigger."

Ciel had started to undress before Dani and Missy had arrived, and was 
wearing only a black bra and panties.  She smiled and reached behind 
her back to unclasp the bra.  Then she stood before Dani, cupping and 
lifting her full breasts in her hands.

"You mean these?" she said, and bent her head to lick her nipples.  "Oh 
yeah, the jacking really speeds up when I start flashing these!"

Laughing along with the other girls, Dani protested, "Well, probably, 
but you can't really know if they are!"

Ciel smiled mysteriously.  "Oh, we know all right - don't we Allison?"

Dani looked puzzled.  "OK," said Allison, "it's like this..."

* * * * *

The photography studio was actually a library-cum-sitting room that had 
been taken over for most of the photo shoots.  Book cases lined the 
walls, and besides several chairs it was furnished with a large 
upholstered couch and a double bed.  If it hadn't been for the bed and 
the clutter of wires and lights that were arrayed in front of the 
couch, you would never have guessed the room's actual function.  
Sliding glass doors led to a deck overlooking the lawn that sloped down 
to the lake.

As Marina and John entered, Jean was busy preparing the equipment for 
the next day's shoot.

"I'll be out of your way in a minute," she said.  "Just gotta get these 
lights aimed."

"Take your time," said Marina.  "I just wanted to show John our setup."

Jean was a pleasant-looking woman of about thirty-five, squarely-built 
and pretty, with straight blonde hair, cut rather haphazardly to 
shoulder length.  She wore jeans and a flannel shirt, and moved with 
brusque efficiency.  As she worked, John and Marina walked around the 
set, examining the equipment.  There were two cameras set on tripods, 
and a video camera.  On the bed were two more digital cameras, and a 
hand-held video camera.  Marina motioned John over to the couch.

"And here is our secret weapon," she announced, pointing to what was 
set on a low stand in front of the couch.  It was a large flat-screen 
computer monitor, positioned to be seen from the couch.  Cables led to 
a computer on a table near the camera tripods.

"Here's the way it works," she explained.  "As I told you, men 
subscribe to our site for about thirty dollars a month.  This allows 
them to download the girls' photo sets.  That's enough for many of 
them.  But if they're willing to pay another twenty dollars a month, 
they can download software from us that will enable them to display a 
video feed.  We have video cameras running during the girls' photo 
sessions, and the guys can watch the action.

"Nice," said John.  "That must be fun to watch."

"Yes, but here's the kink," she said.  "If a guy has a webcam, the 
software will transmit video of him back to us.  Then whoever's sitting 
at the computer over there can send the guys' videos over to this 
monitor, where the girl on the couch can see them while she's posing.  
And you can imagine what those videos are like!"

John's mouth dropped.  "Oh my god!" he said.  "She watches them jerk 
off!"

Marina smiled.  "Exactly.  In fact, we encourage the men to pleasure 
themselves in front of the girls; we call it 'inspiring the models'.  
Most of them position their webcams so that you only see them from the 
waist down, either straight on or from the side, and then they 
masturbate.  And it really works.  When the girls see those big, hard 
cocks being stroked because of their posing, it excites them, and makes 
them get really sexy and tease the guys more.  And the instant feedback 
a girl gets, when she sees what a guy does to his cock when she tries a 
new move, helps her to target right in on his kinks or weaknesses, and 
drive him crazy."

John was very impressed.  "And that's why I saw such a difference 
between your site and the others.  The still shots that come out of a 
session like that have got to be incredibly hot, even when you have no 
idea what's going on behind the scenes!  Marina, you're a genius!"

She laughed and gave his arm a hug.  "Thanks, but I don't actually know 
how any of it works.  I had the original idea, but Jeanie's the 
technical whiz who makes it all happen."

Jean looked down from the ladder she was on and smiled.  "This is a 
really fun system to work with," she said.  "Marina's amazing.  The 
idea of the microphone was great."

"Oh, right," Marina said, "I forgot about that.  It's not set up right 
now, but during a session there's a microphone positioned above the 
girl, so that she can talk to the men who are watching her.  In between 
still shots, or especially when we're shooting a video, she talks to 
the guys while she watches them stroke their cocks, teasing and 
taunting them, doing everything she can to get them worked up.  Ciel's 
particularly good at that."

John remembered Ciel, the voluptuous little fourteen-year-old with the 
sensual mouth.  He could well imagine what it would be like to have her 
go to work on you.  And to know that she could see you jacking off to 
her while she teased you - oh my god!  He felt a stirring between his 
legs at the thought.

"And finally," Marina said proudly, "one last little kinky detail: 
while the men are getting their cocks teased and exposing themselves to 
the girls, they can also see each other!  If a guy wants, he can 
arrange the display so that in the center he sees the girl who's 
turning him on, and arranged around her he sees other cocks that are 
being jerked off to her at the same time.  Some men enjoy that a lot, 
sort of a virtual 'circle jerk' I guess, knowing the others are being 
turned on by the same girl."

Jean stepped off the ladder.  "Well, that's it for now," she said.  
"I'll finish up before the shoot tomorrow."  She put her tools away and 
headed for the door.

"OK," said Marina.  "Remember that if the weather's good tomorrow we 
want to do some video of the girls outside, and then that special with 
Missy later."

"Oh, right - no problem," Jean said, glancing towards John and smiling.  
"Bye," she said, and left the room.

"That seems to be one competent lady," John said.  "And she's your 
photographer, too?"

"Oh, she's great," replied Marina.  "She's quite gay, you know.  She 
knows more about this computer stuff than any man I know, and she's 
very creative behind a camera.  As you can probably imagine, she really 
warms up to this subject matter!"

John grinned.  "So she likes little girls, too?"

"Does she ever!" exclaimed Marina.  "I pay her good money, but I think 
she'd probably do this job for free.  Hell, she'd probably pay me!"

"Is there ever, uh, a problem with her and the girls?"

"No, she's very professional.  She gets plenty of opportunity to see 
them and touch them while she arranges their poses.  That's enough for 
her, I guess.  Besides, she has a girlfriend, a lady lawyer in San 
Francisco.  She'll be disciplined very pleasantly when she gets home at 
the end of the week, and I'm sure she's looking forward to that!"

John laughed.  "Perfect arrangement all around, I guess.  Everybody's 
satisfied."

"Yes, isn't it?" said Marina.  "Actually, Jeanie was an incredible 
find.  Not only is she technically brilliant, but her friend takes care 
of all of our legal business.  That's becoming increasingly important 
now, as we get more into our 'special offerings'.  Even though Jean 
pulls off some wizardry involving what she calls randomly distributed 
proxies and super-encrypted socket layers (whatever on earth that is!), 
so that it's almost impossible to trace where our uplinks are coming 
from, it's still good to know as much as we can about the legal 
terrain."

"And were do I fit into all this?" John asked.  "Do you need a partner 
to re-stock the library?"

"No, silly man!" laughed Marina.  "You're going to be half of my 
creative team - I'm the other half.  Jeanie and I have done all right, 
but a lesbian and a pervy single mom can only go so far - we need a 
man's perspective to take us further.  But not just any man; we need 
someone with just the right 'tastes' to appreciate our offerings.  From 
what you've told me about your naughty spying on Dani it seems to me 
that you're just the one to get inside the heads of our 'unusual' 
clientele and get them hopelessly addicted to our girls.  And besides, 
you've got the one thing we lack."

"And what's that?" he asked.

She moved close to him and put her hand between his legs.  "A cock," 
she said, "a big, hard, beautiful cock that needs all the attention it 
can get from naughty little girls!"

She smiled lasciviously at him, and reached up to kiss him, but just 
then the sliding glass door opened, and little Tommy came running in 
from the deck.  He stopped short when he saw them, and looked around 
for an escape route.

"Well, well, look who's here!" said his mother.  "Just in time to get 
ready for bed."  She stepped towards him, but he neatly evaded her and 
ran giggling out of the room.

"Come on," she said to John, "I know where he's gone."

* * * * *

"Wow!" said Dani.  "You mean we actually get to see guys do it, see 
them masturbate and everything?"

"Yes," said Allison excitedly, "you can see how hot we get them, and 
where they like to touch themselves.  You can learn a lot from that."

"Yeah," said Ciel, "and you get to drive them up the fucking wall!  I 
mean, I always knew guys were jerking off to me, but to see them doing 
it is way cool!"

"I like it when they spurt," said Missy.  "That's so neat!"

Just then Tommy came careening into the room.  He dashed around them 
and hid in the closet.  Marina and John appeared a few seconds later.

"Come on, Tommy, don't give me a hard time," Marina called.  "You've 
got to take a bath and get ready for bed."

Allison raised her hand tentatively.  "Uh, Marina, would you like me 
to...?"

"Oh, yes Allison, would you please?"  Marina said.  "He behaves so well 
for you.  Tommy!  Tommy, Allison's going to give you a bath.  Would you 
like that?"

The closet door opened, and Tommy emerged, very docile and demure.  He 
took Allison's hand, and they left the room together.

"Well, that's that," said Marina.  "Thank goodness for Allison!"  Then 
she and John went back to the studio.

"Huh!" said Dani.  "She actually volunteered to give that little kid a 
bath."

"Yeah," said Ciel.  "She likes giving him baths.  She plays with his 
cock."

"What!?" Dani hissed in a loud whisper.  "She does!?  What ... what 
does she do?"

"Oh, you know, she diddles it, rubs it, gets it hard - stuff like that.  
Just the sort of things you'd think you'd do to a boy's cock."

"But ... but he's just a little boy!  Does he like it?"  Dani didn't 
know what to make of this.

"Damn right he likes it!" laughed Ciel.  "What boy wouldn't like to 
feel a girl's soapy hand sliding up and down his prick?"

"Does Marina know?  God!"

"Of course Marina knows!  Jesus, what tree did you fall out of?  She's 
the one who started doing it to him first, when he could barely walk.  
'Blissing him out', she calls it.  And when she started up this 
business she got the idea of having the girls do it instead of her.  
She wants him to get dependent on us for his little thrills, so she can 
control him and make him do what she wants.  He loves his baths.  He's 
the cleanest kid on the block, let me tell you!

"Marina's really evil, you know.  She tells him he's not allowed to 
touch himself, only she or the girls can do it.  And she tells him if 
she catches him doing it, or if he acts up, she won't let Allison put 
him to bed.  That's when he gets to cum.  Allison plays with his cock 
in the bath, but she's careful not to get him off, just gets him turned 
on.  Then when it's time for him to go to bed, he's right there, you 
better believe it, all ready to be 'tucked in'!"

Dani listened with growing fascination.  She'd never touched a penis 
before.  She wondered what it would be like to touch a little boy's.

"So, little kids can actually get hard there?" she said.  "I always 
thought they had to get older for that."

"Oh, they get hard all right," answered Ciel.  "They're real small, but 
they get little hard-ons.  They don't squirt cum or anything, but they 
have these cute little boy orgasms.  It must feel good, 'cause I think 
he'd do anything to keep Allison doing it to him.  I think Marina is 
thinking of doing a special with them."

"A special?" said Dani, not understanding.

"Oh, right, you're new so you don't know about that.  A 'special 
offering' - that's what Marina calls it when she has us do stuff on 
camera that you don't see in the regular web site.  She checks out guys 
all sorts of ways before she lets them see specials, and then they pay 
through the ass for it.  We get to see them on video just like in the 
regular shoots.  It's so cool to see what it does to them while we're 
doing 'special' things that they wish they could have but can't.  It's 
fucking amazing; I love it!"

Dani didn't understand everything Ciel had told her, but it all sounded 
very exciting and mysterious.  "Well," she said, "I guess 'cause I'm 
new I won't be in a special."

Ciel smiled and turned back to her costumes.  "Don't be so sure," she 
murmured softly.

(Continued in part 2)

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