Shirley's mother froze in my arms and seemed to stop breathing. I broke the ice eventually.
"I promise I won't hurt her." I said softly. "I won't put anything inside her bigger than this." I held up my hand with the middle finger extended, but turned my hand around so it wasn't a rude gesture.
"Have you had little girls before?" she asked.
"Rather a lot," I said apologetically, counting up in my head I got to twenty-four. "But I've never made any of them do anything they didn't want to."
"Katie worships you," said her mother. "I think she'd do anything you asked."
Better and better, I thought.
"She's got so many pictures of you on her computer," she continued. "..and she seems to like the sexy ones best."
"Oh gosh," I said. "She hasn't got any of me in that famous dress, has she?"
"The blue one? Yes, lots."
About a year before I had temporarily taken leave of my senses and gone to a glittering film premiere wearing a very low-cut strapless number. It was only held up by double-sided sticky tape on my boobs. On that hot sweaty evening the sticky tape became useless and the dress almost fell to the floor on a number of occasions. I just managed to preserve my dignity but it was a close thing. I was wearing no underwear because it would show through the shear light blue satin. The tabloid press had a ball the following day (some said I looked like a slut), but my fan-base doubled.
"I think Katie will become a lesbian sometime," said Katie's mother.
"She'll definitely become a lesbian tonight if you let her, " I said confidently. "And she'll become a star too. You can be there with her too - in case I get too carried away."
She was quiet for some time. She was actually thinking about it. My excitement mounted.
"Don't decide now," I said. "If you want to go ahead, bring Shirley - I mean Katie - to my hotel tonight. I'm at the Dorchester, the penthouse suite."
I rummaged in my Gucci handbag, brought out on of my cards and scribbled a note on the back.
"Give this to the security guy in the lobby," I explained. "He'll show you to the private elevator."
She looked at the card, still somewhat bemused. I took a USB data stick from the bag and handed that to her also. "There's a lesbian sex education video on there, " I explained.
"You should show it to Katie before you come... and there are some special photos of me for Kaie's collection."
Actually the sex ed movie was thinly-disguised porn but it certainly covered the full range of lesbian sexual practice. If Katie and her mother actually showed up after watching that I'd know I was in for an enjoyable night. I hate disappointments.
The photos on the stick were very raunchy nudes of yours truly. They'd be worth a fortune if the press got hold of them. I had a feeling they'd be safe in little Katie's hands.
I ushered the bemused woman to the door. It wouldn't do to be seen with any of the mothers before the end of the TV series. The TV network was paranoid about corruption. I gave her a kiss and she responded a little. There was definitely hope for me and Shirley.
"Come around six-thirty," I said. "It would be nice if Katie was dressed in character - I specially love those cute little shoes and ankle socks."
The rest of the audition dragged a little. There were some very cute girls in the remaining ten but all I could think of was Shirley Seven and her perfect little buttocks. We had a break in recording mid-afternoon and I went to the ladies loos reserved for judges. As I sat peeing there were some odd noises from the next cubicle which I strained to hear. There was definitely some heavy breathing at one point, some whispering and finally the sound of a kiss. There were definitely two people in there.
I was freshening up and fixing my make-up when my fellow judge, the actress, emerged from the toilet cubicle behind me, followed by one of the Shirleys. It was number twelve I think. The little girl, rather pink in the face, smiled at me bashfully.
"Come and wash your hands, dear." said the actress. "I know where they've been," She winked at me conspiratorially. The girl took some time adjusting her panties, as though they hadn't been put on quite straight, washed her hands and rushed out of the room.
"That one is pussy-mad," the actress said quietly. "I can recommend her for oral sex if not for dancing."
"That can be a valuable skill in an actress!" I laughed, deciding at the last second not to put on a show of being shocked.
"Have you had any of them yet?" she said. "Don't miss out."
"I don't intend to," I said. "Shirley Seven's coming to my hotel room tonight, with any luck."
"Wow, she's the hottest!" said the actress. She looked me up and down deliberately. "She's going to be a lucky little girl."
I smoothed my tight dress and preened a little. She came close and we kissed. She had an amazing body for her age. I grabbed her behind as we kissed.
"That's ten-year-old pussy you can taste on my lips," she said when we finally broke.
I ran my tongue over her lips. "Yummy," I said.
"Need any help with number seven tonight?" she asked hopefully.
"Not this time," I said. "Her mother's with her."
"How interesting!" her eyes widened. "Are you going to let her watch?"
"Not sure yet," I said, turning to re-fix my lipstick. "We'll see what develops."
"Well, we'd better get back." she said, somewhat regretfully. "Make sure Shirley pays proper attention to that great butt of yours!" She slapped my ample rump as she left.
I got back to my hotel about five and spent a long time in the shower. I douched my vagina and rectum thoroughly, then inspected my genitals minutely. The full Brazilian wax two days earlier had been very thorough, there wasn't a trace of hair. I had found that little girls preferred me smooth - plus they didn't get pubic hairs between their teeth.
I considered just wearing a dressing gown, it would speed things up for sure, but eventually decided to dress properly. I wanted Shirley to slowly undress me.
I put on my famous blue dress. I usually took it with me but had never worn it in public since that night. The little hooks around the back had suffered a little from being fumbled with by quite a few eager or nervous little hands.
I looked at myself critically in the full-length bathroom mirror. I'd put on a little weight recently and the dress looked even more precarious than before. I looked very hot but an absolute slut. It was just the effect I was looking for.
I sat down in the lounge with a large gin and tonic and waited. At six-thirty precisely there was a knock on the door.
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