Date: Mon, 12 Dec 2022 18:30:41 +0000 (UTC) From: Titan Hoop Club Subject: Tricia in Hollywood 1 This is a work of lesbian fiction. The characters and scenarios existed only in the imagination of the author. If you offended by older women having sex with underage teenagers, please read no further. (Lesbian Adult Youth) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Morgan Oliver had one sole focus. She was determined to make her beautiful 13-year-old daughter, Tricia, a star. Morgan had wanted it for herself many years before, but she had only been cast in a few local television commercials before her career fizzled into oblivion. It left her desperate for more. With a bad marriage behind her and a joyless career, the 38-year-old mother of one saw blonde, blue-eyed, photogenic, Tricia as her ticket to fame and fortune. Tricia had always been a beautiful child, and strangers had often said that that the little girl should become a model or an actress. Morgan would watch TV and go to the movies to see actresses that were Tricia's age. Morgan was sure that none were more talented than her own daughter, and surely none of them were remotely as beautiful. Tricia had hit the genetic lottery. Her golden hair, fair skin, beautiful face and large blue eyes, had long set her apart from other kids in her grade school. In an effort to get Tricia noticed, her mother had gotten Tricia involved in the child beauty pageant circuit since the age of 10. Tricia had won many of the pageants, but the expenses involved in purchasing gowns, travel, and other things had made it basically a break-even venture for the ambitious Morgan. Tricia, now 13, was blossoming from a beautiful child into a more mature-looking sexy teenager. Tricia's immaculate, shiny, golden hair trailed just below her shoulder blades. A recent growth spurt had seemingly all gone to her long, shapely legs, and had enhanced her height to 5'6", which was tall for an 8th grade girl. While Tricia's small breasts were still a work in progress, her developing curves would make most observers think that she was at least 16 or 17-years-old. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> At last, Morgan felt that she had found the right pageant to propel her daughter to stardom. The "Ticket to Hollywood Pageant" was open to teens 13 to 16-years-old. The winner of the pageant would receive a undetermined role in an upcoming Sony Pictures project. A new gown and swimsuit were soon purchased for the two-day pageant which would take place in Century City, California. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Day one of the prestigious pageant arrived. Tricia and Morgan silently agreed that they had never seen so many pretty teenage girls in their lives. However, there was something about blonde beauty, Tricia that set her apart. With her height and golden hair, she seemed to shimmer with light even when simply standing in a line with the other girls. Three judges would be carefully evaluating the more than 20 teenage contestants. They would be judged on personality and beauty. This particular pageant was unique in that the young girls would not only be graded in gowns, but in swimsuits as well. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The pageant began that afternoon with each of the contestants appearing on the stage alone in "casual attire," and answering a few simple questions. The answers weren't important. It was more of an opportunity to see if the girls could speak clearly and intelligently. No one wants to put a mush-mouthed teen in a movie or TV show, regardless of how pretty she may be. Tricia came out in a pretty, white sundress. The lighting seemed to hit the dress and Tricia's hair just right, and she seemed to almost glow on the hotel stage. Tricia's perfect white teeth glistened as she clearly and concisely answered the questions from the three judges. Morgan could see by their animated conversation that the judges had been duly impressed by her 13-year-old daughter. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Eventually, it became time for the swimsuit portion of day one. Being young teenagers, all of the girls were slender and pretty. Some wore one-piece bathing suits, and some wore two-piece bikini style suits. Some of the girls were obviously new to the beauty pageant's unwritten rules and wore bikinis that were considered too revealing for 14 and 15-year-olds. It might have been hypocritical as budding sex appeal was an important component, but some very pretty girls were taken out of consideration simply by having their shapely, young butts exposed in string bikini bottoms, or by having their young nipples covered by little more than a postage stamp bikini top. Morgan had studied Baywatch carefully, so blonde Tricia was dressed in a fairly conservative two-piece red swimsuit. The suit was slightly high-waisted to accentuate Tricia's long, slender figure, and the red suit seemed to give her golden hair an extra bounce. Turning around, her firm, athletic butt cheeks were barely contained within the small suit. Tricia looked both sexy and adorable. Having tiny 13-year-old breasts, the well-chosen bathing suit made the judges concentrate on Tricia's flat stomach, long legs, and firm ass. It was perfect! Again, the judges began to whisper among themselves in clear approval. Two of the judges were male, and assumed by pageant regulars to be gay. The female judge, Melissa Rogers, was a well-known personage on the pageant circuit. It was rumored that she had a particular unhealthy attraction to young girls. From Morgan's seat at the side of the stage, Miss Rogers appeared to be nearly salivating while looking at her half-naked teenage daughter. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> For Morgan, this was the pageant for "All of the marbles." Getting that contract with Sony Pictures would allow Morgan to get that foot in the door for her daughter that she so desperately sought. That evening, Morgan put her plan into effect. She would leave nothing to chance this time. Back in their hotel room, Morgan sat her beautiful teenage daughter on the bed and began to talk to her seriously. "Honey, you did very well today. I could definitely see that by the judges reaction. However, you're not a little girl any more, so we need to make sure that you win this pageant and that we get to make that movie." "Tonight," Morgan explained, "I want you to be nice to Miss Rogers." Confused, Tricia said, "I'm always nice to Miss Rogers. She's been a judge like half a dozen times before, hasn't she?" "Honey, that's not what I mean," Morgan said. She then explained what Tricia might have to do once she got into Miss Rogers' hotel room. "You're a big girl now, and from now on you'll be expected to do big girl things. This movie could mean everything for us. You don't want to have me continue to work my fingers to the bone, do you?" Tricia lowered her head and shook it to signify "no." Her pretty golden hair shook gently from side to side. A single tear fell from her cheek. The thought of giving the older woman free access to her young, virgin body frightened her. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Standing completely naked in the middle of the hotel room, Tricia was carefully inspected before being squeezed into a very adult-looking, skintight black cocktail dress. Morgan made sure that the 13-year-old didn't wear a bra or panties. She didn't want the underwear lines showing through the extra-slinky dress. Tricia's hair and makeup were completed before she stepped into her 3" spiked heels. Morgan pinched Tricia's nipples so that they would protrude through the sheer fabric. Tricia was then put on the elevator up to room 1113. Judges room numbers were supposed to be secret in order to prevent tampering things like this from happening. A $50 bill to a hotel employee made Miss Rogers' hotel room number accessible to Morgan within moments. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Miss Rogers was relaxing in a silk robe and watching TV when she heard a faint knock on the door. "Who could that be?" the brunette judge asked herself. Closing her robe modestly, she was surprised to see the sexy blonde teen at her door. "Tricia? What are you doing here?" Miss Rogers asked. "Oh God, she knows my name by heart," Tricia thought. Tricia then delivered her lines as she was taught: "Miss Rogers, I was wondering if I could come in to talk." Before answering, the older woman took a quick second to drink in Tricia's sexy young body and pretty face. "Of course, my dear. Come on in." Miss Rogers looked both ways down the hall before letting in the tall, blonde, 13-year-old. Tricia expected that answer, but had hoped that she would somehow, some way, be sent back to her mother. It was coming increasingly apparent that she would not leave this hotel room intact. Would Miss Rogers try to lick her pussy, she wondered. Miss Rogers could see the teenager was nervous. Tricia was not the first young girl that had been gifted to her during a pageant. It didn't happen often, but she most surely appreciated the desperate pageant mothers who had pimped out their little girls. Miss Rogers had enjoyed the sexual companionship of girls as young as 10. Tricia, however, was thus far the grand prize. She was clearly beautiful enough not to need to trade her body for a vote, but Melissa Rogers was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so to speak. "Tricia, why are you really here?" Miss Rogers asked. "Did your mother send you?" Tricia lowered her head and nodded. "I see," said the older woman. "Did she suggest that you to make love with me?" Again, Tricia, unable to speak, nodded her head. "I see," said the now horny pageant judge. "I see." Seizing her young prize, Miss Rogers put her hand on Tricia's waist, slowly moving a hand down to one of Tricia's trim, firm, butt cheeks which she squeezed gently. "You're really a beautiful girl," Miss Rogers said as she looked into Tricia's big blue eyes, and leaned in to give the teenager a closed-mouth kiss. Tricia didn't resist. Miss Rogers' hands moved up to Tricia's small breasts. Fondling the little A-cups through the sheer fabric of the dress, the older woman could feel that the 13-year-old was not wearing a bra, and her nipples were erect. Eager to claim her unexpected gift, the judge began to raise the black cocktail dress over Tricia's head. Despite Tricia's young, slender body, the dress was skintight, and it took some effort to lift it off, Miss Rogers delighted in Tricia's long, slender legs and nearly hairless pussy. At just 13, a few wispy blonde hairs were beginning to appear on her pronounced pubis bone. Now standing naked before the older pageant judge, Tricia began to tremble noticeably. Hoping to calm her down, Miss Rogers began to caress Tricia's soft, fair skin, paying special attention to the 13-year-old's small breasts which were shaped like the tops of muffins with pink raisins tantalizingly protruding from each. Tricia shivered as Miss Rogers began to kiss and lick her little titties. Turning the teenager around, the older woman's eager hands attached themselves to Tricia's small, slightly tan-lined bubble butt. Tricia gasped as Miss Rogers' hand found its way between her young legs, gently patting her tiny slit of a pussy. Letting go of the young girl, Miss Rogers removed her silk bathrobe and laid it across a nearby chair. She had been preparing for bed when Tricia had knocked on the door. The older woman was now dressed only in a lacy black bra and panties. Melissa Rogers was a 42-year-old brunette. She would be the first to admit that she had put on a few pounds since her prime, but she was still an attractive woman. A confirmed lesbian, her breasts had been surgically advanced to 38-D in hopes of attracting younger girls and women. While dating women in their 20's and 30's primarily, she had a secret desire to sexually indulge her sexual passions with very young girls. Once she became involved in the pageant industry, Miss Rogers was pleasantly surprised to find how willing some mothers were to turn over their young daughters to her experienced, eager tongue. Miss Rogers had quickly come to realize that her preference ran to "the younger the better," She enjoyed licking and fondling the immature, flat young chests and bald pussies of preteen girls. They didn't even have to be willing. Sometimes that was more fun, especially knowing that their own mothers had sent them to her. While Tricia was clearly older than the preteens she adored, she was an exceptionally lovely young teen. Asking Tricia to unhook her bra, Miss Rogers could feel the young girl fumbling with the hook before it came loose. Lowering her bra straps, she presented her large, firm, enhanced breasts to her teenage prize. "Wow!" Said Tricia. She had never before seen breasts that large in person. Miss Rogers placed one of Tricia's hands on a breast and encouraged the young teen to squeeze and explore. For the first time, Tricia flashed a white, toothy smile as her hand kneaded the large, tan breast. Miss Rogers kissed the teen again then lifted the slender girl into her strong arms. Bending down to kiss an erect pink nipple, the older woman placed Tricia on the hotel room bed. Removing her lacy black panties, Miss Rogers joined the nervous teen on the bed. The older woman then began to kiss and lick Tricia's long, smooth legs. At last, Miss Rogers parted Tricia's legs. Laying back on the bed, Tricia could see the judges' head emerge from between her legs. Her fingers and rapt attention had now turned to Tricia's nearly-hairless pussy. Tracing the slit with her fingers, Miss Rogers asked: "How old are you again?" "13," came Tricia's one-word reply. "Yum," said Miss Rogers as she speared the teen with her experienced tongue. The new sensation made Tricia's legs involuntarily raise in the air. The older woman continued her relentless assault on the teenager's pussy. Miss Rogers vigorously licked and probed Tricia's virgin vagina. The older woman rapidly licked the teenagers clit while simultaneously finger-fucking the young girl. Tricia's slender body spasmed as she experienced her first orgasm. Catching her breath, the 13-year-old had to admit that the feeling was pretty wonderful. Miss Rogers then began to kiss and lick Tricia's upper torso. Tricia moaned lowly when the older woman began to concentrate on her small breasts, licking and sucking on her pert nipples and stretching and nibbling on them with her teeth. Kissing Tricia again, Miss Rogers asked that the teen flip over onto her stomach. Straddling the 13-year-old, her dark-haired pussy pressed lightly against Tricia's butt-cheeks as she gently rubbed the back of the beautiful teenager, her hands reaching beneath to rub Tricia's small breasts. Shifting her body, the older woman spread Tricia's prone legs and nuzzled her face between the young girl's butt cheeks. Tricia raised her body in alarm as Miss Rogers took this unfamiliar position from behind. The older woman shushed her, saying: "Just relax. I'm not going to hurt you one bit." Spreading Tricia's firm, small butt-cheeks, Miss Rogers began licking the young girl's pretty, pink pussy until Tricia came again. Relaxed now, and enjoying herself, Tricia made no protestations as the pageant judge circled her virgin rectum with her tongue. Straightening her tongue, Miss Rogers began to penetrate Tricia's anus in and out like a small penis. Suggesting that Tricia return to her hotel room and get some sleep for the coming day. Miss Rogers kissed each of her little nipples for a final time before gently slapping Tricia's ass as she got off of the bed and started to dress. Squeezing back into her tight, black dress, Tricia checked her hair and face before leaving the judge's hotel bedroom. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Morgan was feeling more of a twinge of guilt as she waited up for her 13-year-old daughters return. As the hotel room door opened, Morgan looked at her young daughter. Tricia answered Morgan's question before it could even be asked. "It wasn't that bad," Tricia responded. Taking off her dress, Tricia stood nude in the room as she looked at her mother. Morgan would swear that she saw handprints and bite marks on the young body of her daughter and looked away, hoping that it would all be worth it. Tricia announced that she was going to take a shower before going to bed. Entering the shower, Tricia used soap to wash away the smell of lesbian sex from her young, slender body. She thought to herself, "I wonder how many 8th grade girls in my school have gone through what I just did?" Tricia's thoughts drifted back to Miss Rogers' big breasts as she inserted a finger into her pussy and began to masturbate. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The pageant was a walkover, and Tricia won easily. She looked gorgeous in her emerald green gown, and showed no ill effects from her night of lesbian sex with the older woman. Morgan was to find that her daughter had won unanimously. The two gay, male judges had Tricia way ahead on points. In retrospect, pimping her daughter out had been unnecessary. Morgan rationalized that she couldn't have taken a chance. As mother and daughter made the drive back to their suburban home, Morgan had but one thought: "Next stop, Hollywood!" >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The End of Part 1. Please support this great site.