Disclaimer and Notes: This story represents one piece of the EARLY work of the now "Not-So-Famous" Mr. TVM. Posted here, for your reading pleasure, for the very first time. It's, obviously, copyrighted to the original author and no reposting without TVM's consent. Soooo...Read and enjoy.

Beecher had called again to confirm our meeting and made the decision that he would rather meet on the corner instead of my studio. And as was expected, Beecher was being his usual "show up when I'm damn good and ready" self again, I thought as I waited on the corner in front of the Mickey D's. Only this time I thought ahead and brought my walkman, and found a semi comfortable bus seat, to kill the time. And It had already been more than an hour and I was getting tired of waiting and thinking seriously about heading home when a LONG black and grey cadillac Limousine appeared on the horizon. Slowly making it's way down the street and stopping in front of the bus stop where I sat. The back door popped open as the car came to a stop and I stood and walked over wondering if he wanted me to get in or what.

"Mr. Beecher" I asked as I climbed into the car.

"Yes sir" Mr Beecher said, He was a balding gentlemen, with the few hairs left on his head being Grey. "It's nice to finally meet the man with I've done so much business with."

"Like wise" I replied as I shook his hand.

"I'll make this short and sweet" Mr Beecher said handing me a folder with a thick stack of papers. "I wanna make you a king."

"A king of what?" I asked by now in total confusion.

"Of the child porn industry" He said with a dead serious look. "You see I'm a rich man by any means, and I wanna make you rich and in turn making myself even more wealthy and I have carefully concocted a plan to do exactly this."

"Are you serious?"

"Deadly" He answered, "In that folder is all the legal papers you will need to take legal control of my Northern Washington estate. Which ofcourse will be used, free of charge, for the further production of your cinematic master pieces. If you should choose to accept my offer."

" Wait let me get this straight. Your gonna supply me with a mansion just so I can make porno's for you?" I asked as Beecher started to chuckle at my rather naïve questioning.

"No my good man, it's much bigger than just me, it's the world" He said, "You know as well as I do that there's a tremendous thirst for your product on the open market, here in the states and especially in the European underground, it's one of the most sought after items. And the productions with American Girls are more popular at this moment than I've ever seen. So if you choose to except my plan, you'll be not only a producer but the C.E.O. of a virtual corporation of productions."

I first thought Beecher was losing his mind, but as the details came tumbling out about his ideas, I learned that he was serious and had did plenty of research into this proposal and for some reason wanted me to be the head of this operation. Within that folder was a contract, transferring control of his entire complex in Nothern Washington to my name and placing me in the position of care taker. He then dropped a little bad news on me being that the whole complex hadn't seen a single human being on it's grounds in over a year, with exception of single butler, who maintained the living quaters. Other than him I'd have to hire an entire staff, such as maids, cooks and the like if I intended on getting any work done. Not to mention being in charge of finding new "players." Which if this plan where to take off, would really be in demand. He questioned me about my current organization and I filled him on my staff and Dawn, who seemed to be more useful than anyone else on my staff.

"Well my assistant will be at your disposal any time you need him" Mr. Beecher said.

"Your talking about the short chinesse guy right?" I asked.

"No, no, my friend" He replied, "I'm talking about the gentlemen sitting next to me. This is Brian Fairbanks."

"I can be anything from a gopher to a master financial advisor" Brian said, "you just tell me what you need and I'll try my best to accomplish it in record time."

"So all the details on our proposal are included in those set of documents Mr. Logan" Mr. Beecher said. "You go over them and if you have questions feel free to contact me. I'll be in town for the next several days at the least and can be reached at my hotel, the number is on the inside of the folder. And oh yes, here are the keys to your new place of operations."

I climbed out of the limo as it stopped, clutching the thick folder of papers and in shock of what had just been offered to me. I always considered myself lucky and at this point in my life I was doing very well financially, so it's not like I was in desperate need of this. But geez what a time to be offered the world. And if this was as good a plan as it looked like on the surface, I could literally make millions upon millions of dollars. Only one problem, where in the hell was I ever gonna find enough "players" to fill my roster for the films that would need to be produced? That was a problem that worried me as I walked back towards the building. Then a thought hit me, Lars might be very useful in this endeavor, and judging from the stories Cassie liked to tell, he had a way to persuade hot young girls to wanna fuck him. So passing a phone booth I impulsively picked up the reciever, dumped 50 cents in and dialed his number. He didn't quite believe me at first, but as I insisted he decided to play along for the hell of it and assured me that he with his connections, he could supply with an endless stream of talent. He wouldn't tell me anymore than that, like from where these girls would be coming from or anything, but something in his voice made me some what more confident than I had been before that conversation.

"I'll bring a sample by your place tommorrow" He said, "and you can judge if my talents can be of service to you."

A few minutes later I arrived home and found Dawn and Danny in the studio making a sample movie, and from the looks of it she was really liking the warm ups. This time she was bouncing up and down on his fuck stick as he whimpered and moaned in her ear. Not that this was any kind of huge surprise, but I realized then that Dawn loved my work more than she would ever love me. Which for some reason didn't bother me at all. Cause I liked having her around and making her happy made me happy. And there's no way she could be any more happy than she was right now, bouncing up and down on this little boys preteen cock and using her pussy to try and drain his balls dry of his spunk. She leaned back with her arms holding onto the back of the couch and pounded down at his cock harder and harder until he finally couldn't take it anymore and shot her pussy full of his cum. Which produced a loud long extended moan from Dawn as she slowed and slumped forward kissing his lips. I slipped out and headed upstairs, deciding that what I had to tell her could wait until she was finished breaking Danny in.