She looked around her new bedroom. This is fantastic! she thought seeing the large mirrored walls on two sides, the huge king-sized bed on a platform in the centre of the large room, the en-suite she had just come from and the walk-in robe; and felt the lush pile carpet beneath her bare feet. Air conditioning kept the whole mansion at a constant, pleasant temperature, quite comfortable to be nude in. Her mother hadn't been too happy when Don had told her he wanted Julie to move into his home with him and Pete - until she saw the wad of notes in Don's hand and was told she would receive this amount each month that Julie was with him. Then she had no objections at all and actually offered to pack Julie's things! Don had told her that that was unnecessary as he had bought new things for her already at Julie's new home.

The nine-year-old was glad to leave her home and to move into Don's place, which was a luxurious mansion set in a huge, private estate, in spite of the improved relationship she had been developing with her street-walker mother since starting the movies. She knew her new home had been bought with the money the man made from making and distributing pornographic movies with children in them; but, because she was to be the new star in many of these movies, it didn't bother her at all. Don treated her kindly and was quite taken with her. The fact she would share this house with Don and with her new friend (and probably a real lover as well as co-star, she thought and shivered deliciously) Peter, made the move out of her mother's house even more attractive.

Julie wandered naked into the walk-in robe, catching her reflection in the mirrored wall at the bed-end side of the room. She paused to look at herself, her eyes wandering critically over her nakedness. She put her hands on her chest, feeling the slightest swelling where her breasts would one day be. She squeezed herself, trying to imagine what that was going to feel like, two rounded breasts jiggling and protruding from her body. She hoped they would be nicely full, like her mother's. Men seemed to like them like that, not too small and not too big. Her nipples were stiff and pointed and she knew men liked them like her's were. They were pink and quite large, conical little mounds on her flat chest. They were going to look beautiful, she thought, perched on the tips of full breasts. They stiffened at the slightest touch and she knew the men in the movies with her liked it when that happened. They probably wouldn't like her as much sexually if she had breasts, though, she realised. She let her hands run down her slim body, over her tight tummy, her smooth and bare pubic mound and down between her legs, into the hot moistness that seemed to be always ready for touching and for sex. Even her own fingers brought her instant pleasure as they trailed over herself down there. She slid them around her lower hips and up over her firm, still boyish buttocks. She was pretty pleased with the way she looked and felt, she realised. And all of the men who had been in the movies with her had liked it as well! Her body trembled at the remembered erections, touches, fuckings she had had so far. She was really looking forward to more.

She dragged her eyes away from her reflection and went into the robe. It was like a small room, hung either side with all sorts of clothing and costumes, all for her. Don had told her to put on something 'simple' after her shower......(cont)