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   Dtory: Junior Porn Star 1 of 3   
      
   Chapter 1:   
      
   I was detached to one of the former Soviet Republics, oh it must have   
   over ten years ago now. It had just gained its independence from the   
   Soviet Union, and now needed people to teach the new country what   
   democracy and capitalism was all about.   
      
   I had been working for the government, and when the opportunity came to   
   travel, I jumped on it. I had not traveled much in my youth, and here   
   was a perfect opportunity see the world, and maybe do some good in the   
   post-cold war years.   
      
   I was to be deployed there for three months. I was about half way   
   through my stay when the novelty of it began to ware off. I had never   
   been to a place that had so much cold rain and dark skies. The country   
   was a mess. Food was rotting on the shelves because no one could afford   
   it. The infrastructure was worn out and dilapidated. People, who never   
   understood that capitalism was hard work, sunk family fortunes into   
   businesses that failed in a matter of months. Don’t get me wrong, the   
   people had spirit! People tried hard, but it was like giving a   
   ten-dollar bill to a six year old to buy clothes at the mall, and they   
   spent it all at the first candy store they saw. But unlike children who   
   could always go back to their parents for more money (and a stern   
   talking to) to get the things they needed, they didn’t have anything   
   else to fall back on. No government hand outs (the government didn’t   
   have any money), no charitable organizations, nothing.   
      
   The only industry that seemed to be successful was the sex industry.   
   There were hoards of prostitutes. Adult bookstores, porn movie houses,   
   brothels, all seemed to have a booming business. But if you wanted any   
   of the staples of life: bread, vegetables, beef; you had to go through   
   the black market to find it in fresh, non-rotting form. As such,   
   organized crime flourished in this country’s cities.   
      
   One good thing though was the fact that the green back dollar went a   
   long way. You could get anything you wanted, and always the best of   
   everything, if you had American money. And it was cheap. Twenty dollars   
   could get you a limo, a sixteen-year-old girl for the whole night, and a   
   seven-course meal for both of you.  If you were so inclined. I was never   
   so inclined however. I just went to the directorate I was detached to,   
   worked hard on helping these people, went to diner, and went back to my   
   hotel room.   
      
   It seemed so long since I had been home. I missed my girlfriend, Brenda.   
   She was petite and youthful looking. She stood five feet four inches   
   tall, one hundred pounds, long brown hair, a small firm rear-end, and   
   small perky breasts. The night before I left to go there, we made love   
   all night. She felt so good in my arms. Her kisses were sweet, her   
   touch, tender. God I was missing her! The last week or so, all I seemed   
   to do was pine over her in my hotel room. The thought of that last night   
   made me hornier and hornier. I had to get laid. I just had to get laid!   
      
   Friday started just as any other Friday did. It was cold and overcast. I   
   hailed a taxi and went to the directorate. I worked on re-writing their   
   Constitution. Then I went to my usual restaurant, one of the few that   
   served good hot meals. Since the restaurant is not far from my hotel I   
   decided to walk home. It had been raining all afternoon (no surprise   
   there), a cold bitter rain that cut through you like a knife. But by the   
   time diner was over it had stopped raining. The wind was still bitingly   
   cold, but I needed the fresh air.   
      
   As I was walking back to my room, lost in my thoughts of  Brenda, my   
   sexual urges began to surface. I thought about picking up one of the   
   many ladies of the evening I encountered on my trek. But none of them   
   looked the part. They were all lovely and sexy, but what I missed was   
   Brenda; the youthful, petite Brenda.   
      
   Just about a block away from home, I was drawn to an adult bookstore. It   
   was covered in white lights moving around the entranceway. Men were   
   coming and going, some were leaving with thin brown bags carrying their   
   sexual literature. Some men would quickly glance up and down the street,   
   pull their coat lapels up, and pull their hats down covering their face   
   and hastily make their get-away. Having no ties to anyone in this town,   
   no one to be accountable to, I just meandered my way into the store.   
      
   It was brightly lit. Magazine racks lined the walls, and ran down the   
   middle of the store. At the end of the room stood two doorways covered   
   by thick black curtains. Behind them were the booths showing porno movie   
   loops for a few tokens each, which were bought at a counter at the front   
   of the store. Occasionally a man or two would emerge from behind the   
   curtain, adjust himself, and quickly nod to the cashier as he slipped   
   into the crowd on the street.   
      
   I strolled over to the magazine rack lining one of the walls. Rows and   
   Rows of porn filled the racks. I looked up at one. On the cover posed a   
   buxomly brunette, with large breasts and hoop rings pierced into her   
   nipples. She sported a black leather hat, leather vest opened to reveal   
   her healthy breasts, a riding crop in her right hand, long black leather   
   Jack boots, with the heal firmly embedded into the ass cheeks of a naked   
   man laying flat on his stomach grimacing in pain. I moved down the rack.   
      
   Another one showed two perfect looking blonds, in pale blue nighties.   
   One is standing, the other bent over with her tongue grazing the other   
   girls nipple. I moved on.   
      
   Finally, my eye caught a girl on a cover. She was a red head she had a   
   very youthful face. Her breasts were small, very small, and she had a   
   soft light spray of reddish brown pubic hair. “My god!” I said to my   
   self. “She can’t be any more than fifteen!” I looked around and noticed   
   a tall man two racks down, who looked to be in his mid-thirties with   
   slicked back blond hair in a black leather overcoat, thumbing through a   
   magazine. He didn’t really look like he was actually looking at anything   
   in the magazine. He turned, noticed me, smiled, and went back to his   
   thumbing. I looked the other way, and there was no one. “The coast is   
   clear,” I thought to myself.   
      
   I reached up for the magazine and started looking through it. It was   
   filled with naked young girls! I couldn’t believe it. Right there, in   
   the open! They were all so beautiful! All so sexy! All so naked! I could   
   feel the lust build up inside me. I went immediately hard!   
      
   I put that one back and grabbed another. There was another girl, maybe   
   fourteen, eating out another teenager! Then I saw a series of pictures   
   of a teen boy and teen girl fucking! This was great! I was going through   
   the magazines like a man possessed! Picking up one, treating my eyes to   
   a feast, and then moving on to the next! I hadn’t noticed my friend in   
      
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