It was embarrassing and upsetting, but for the past half year she noticed that men and bigger boys had started to stare at her and Betsy wasn't certain how she should take it. On one hand, she knew that it was dirty and wrong, but even so she found it sort of exciting and it made her feel good to know that they were looking at her budding body.

"I'm not all that sure that you would be willing to work the extra hours that it requires," Newton Simpson said, watching Betsy closely.

The pretty preteen girl jerked upright in her chair. She had to get this job, it was important!

Before she could speak, the theater manager went on, his eyes never leaving her as he did: "Of course there are… opportunities for an… eager young lady, such as yourself, to make a good deal of money here at the Majestic, but it does take work and long hours."

"Oh, I'd work hard, Mr. Simpson, it's really important that I get the job. My mother and I need the extra money!" There was another reason that Betsy was desperate to be 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."