As I watched the girls dance, I occasionally glanced at the monitor screens in the orchestra pit below. The director was directing the cameras at the girls and me, me and the girls. The other judges didn't figure much. My greedy, career-oriented self was very pleased. Imagine being paid this much just to check out young girls -and Shirley lookalikes at that!
I had been a little obsessed with Miss Temple for some years. I fact I suppose she was what turned me on to pre-teens in the first place. Her old movies are cute and charming to most women but to me they were the hottest knid of erotica. I had lost count of the times I had watched my favourite ones with my fingers deep inside myself. I rarely masturbated these days though, not if I could get a girl to perform that service for me.
I found the very early Shirley movies as cute as anyone else would. They just made me feel motherly. However a little later, aged nine or ten, she turned into a sex goddess as far as I was concerned. That was the age of the girls cavorting around the stage at the moment in their identical little pinafore dresses, mary-jane shoes and white ankle socks. Each had a sash emblazoned with the words Shirley One, Shirley Two and so on.
I adjusted my seating position to give the camera a better view of my cleavage - not for the director but for all those little darlings watching me at home. I hoped the camera hadn't caught the rather hungry look on my face as I watched the girls go through their paces. Most of my fans didn't know I was a lesbian, let alone what kind of lesbian I was.
The chorus line number finished and there was a short brek in recording while the girls changed into cotumes for their individual acts. I chatted to my fellow judges, a famous actress, still attractive in her early sixties, and young male quiz show host who was outrageously gay. The actress kept looking at my breasts as we talked and I expected her to come on to me at some point. Ordinarily I would have considered having sex with her but my head was full of Shirley Temples right then.
After a few minutes the floor manager held up a 'quiet please' sign and recording started again. Shirley One tripped onto the stage in a pretty yellow dress and sang "The Good Ship Lollipop". After that it was all rather predictable until Shirley Seven came on stage. She had kept her shoes and socks on but was now wearing a rather skimpy and skin-tight leotard, cut very high at the thigh. She introduced herself with an amusing little speech. Her real name was Katie and she was determined to become Shirley. My notes on her said she was English but she used a very genuine-sounding American accent, a nice touch at this early stage. She was also about the best look-alike of all the girls I had seen in the line-up. However her fit dancer's body was better than Shirley's ever was, it had to be said. In particular the famous child star would have envied her shapely well-muscled legs.
Shirley Seven went into a rather spectacular tap-dance routine. The camera wasn't on me so, despite our closeness to the stage, I picked up the opera-glasses provided to us and studied her closely. I went straight to the rather prominent bulge between her legs and managed to track it with some precision as she danced. Towards the end of the routine she turned around and I heard a few little gasps from the audience behind me. The leotard was thong-style at the rear and most of her rather ample buttocks were visible. Through the opera glasses her bottom filled my field of view and I could discern a little quiver of the flesh as she performed the more vigorous tap steps.
When I put the glasses down I noticed the actress on my right was looking at me with a smile.
"Hot little thing, isn't she?" she said.
I was shocked but just smiled back and made a so-so gesture with my hand. She raised her eyebrows as if to indicate disbelief. Clearly she had noticed my interest in the girl was more than just professional. I hoped I hadn't been drooling or anything. I wasn't too concerned because I figured, to be that perceptive, she must be that way inclined herself.
I glanced at the audience behind me to see if anyone had noticed this exchange of views. One attractive plumpish woman was looking at me intently with a concerned expression. I guessed right away, from her reddish-blonde hair just like Shirley Seven's, that this was the girl's mother. She probably took my gesture to mean that I wasn't impressed by her daughter's act, when in fact I thought she was by far the best so far. And the sexiest.
After ten girls had performed, we broke for lunch. I went back to my dressing room where a light meal and achilled bottle of wine was waiting. I opened my laptop and went through my fan mail in the 'G' folder as I ate. Some of those naughty young girls had sent me unclothed pictures of themselves and others had indicated they would like to do things to me that their mothers would never have approved of. There were three offers I thought I could safely pursue. One way or another, it looked like my sex life was going to get a little hectic. A that point I didn't realise just how hectic.
There was a quiet knock on the door. I closed the laptop lid and went to see who it was. I was surprised to see the woman I had presumed was Shirley Seven's mother. She shouldn't really have been backstage, but showbiz Moms can be very resourceful.
"Can I talk to you about Katie," she said nervously. "Shirley Seven I mean?"
"I shouldn't really do this, you know," I said sternly. "But OK, come in." A plan was forming in my mind.
"Thank you, I really appreciate it." she said. "It's just that I thought you didn't like her act. She can be so much better than that if she really tries."
"I thought she was OK but the other judges weren't sure," I lied. The girl's act had been flawless and she was more or less certain of a top three place. "...and of course we still have ten more to look at."
"I'm so desperate for her to be a success," she said, on the brink of tears. "I'll do anything. I've even slept with judges before now."
I guessed she must have been disappointed that two judges were female and the other was gay.
"That might have worked." I said. "I'm lesbian. But now I've got somethng else in mind."
It was all too much for her. She started to cry. I put my arms around her.
"Now don't upset yourself," I said soothingly. "I can turn those other judges around."
She looked up at me with new hope as I delivered the punch-line.
"But first I need to have sex with your daughter," I said in a matter-of-fact voice.
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