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The Majestic

... hired. She had been talking to some friends and had bragged that she already had the job. What could the girl say if she didn't? Seemingly satisfied, Newton Simpson smiled at Betsy and leaned back in his chair. "Come here, honey," the man said in a quiet voice. "I want to take a look at you." Betsy was forced to spread her thighs as she uncrossed her long, coltish legs and it made the pretty little girl blush when she realized that he could see all the way to her panties when she did. "We wear a rather . . . revealing costume here," Mr. Simpson purred to her. Betsy felt herself flush again as she nodded. She'd seen that uniform every time that she came to a movie. "Please go into the other room and see if we have a uniform that fits you." The manager pointed to a door behind his desk. Pleased that he was still interested in her for the job, Betsy scurried to the door and up to a rack of freshly cleaned usherette costumes. Without a moment's thought or hesitation, the slender girl unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off. The pretty brunette stared at the uniform tops and shook her head as she looked down at her own, cupcake-sized breasts. She had more than any of the other twelve-year-olds that she knew, but she would have to do something to fill any of these uniforms out. Still concerned about her lack of the large, creamy breasts that she wished she had, the young girl unsnapped her skimpy skirt and let it drop to her feet. All that Betsy wore was a filmy pair of blue ...

... panties and she shivered as the cooler air of the room bathed her slim figure from head to toe. The girl was so intent on finding a uniform small enough for her that she didn't stop to think where that draft came from. She didn't notice the door behind her quietly swing open to allow Mr. Simpson to step in and sit in the large chair in the center of the room. At last, Betsy found one uniform that looked small enough and, taking it from the rack, she turned, planning to try it on. "Ohhh! I . . . I didn't know that you would be here, Mr. Simpson!" She was so embarrassed! The slim little girl clutched the plastic shrouded uniform in her hands and tried to hide her naked body from the man's glistening eyes. "I . . . I'm not . . . dressed yet!" Mr. Simpson nodded, only the faintest hint of a smile flickered at the corners of his lips. He made no move to leave. All he did was sit there and stare at Betsy until the trembling girl was sure that he could see through the small uniform that she was holding in front of her. "Betsy," Mr. Simpson said as he crooked his finger and motioned for her to come to him. The surprised girl began to inch toward him, but she was still terribly uncertain. "Come here, honey," the man said. This time, his voice was stronger, more commanding. "Let's get something straight between us. I know that you're not old enough for this job and I know that you want it pretty bad." Betsy nodded, her wide dark eyes never left Mr. Simpson's face as she obeyed him and came a ...