"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 few feet closer.

"Am I right? You aren't old enough, are you really?"

For a second, Betsy was tempted to bluff her way, but then her courage failed and she hung her head and shrugged helplessly.

"Do you really need this job? I mean do you need this job bad enough to… be nice to me and do what you're told?"

The poor little girl was stunned! Betsy looked at the theater owner with bulging eyes. He hadn't said it in so many words, but the girl knew what he was asking! Simpson smiled and nodded. "That's right, I'm asking if you want this badly enough to have a little fun with me from time to time." The handsome man shifted in his chair and instantly Betsy knew why. The shocked pre-teener could see the front of his pants pushing out as his penis grew erect and hard!!

Betsy flushed and made a small sound deep in her throat as she stared at Mr. Simpson. She knew what a hard prick looked like. She had a friend, Dickie Webber, and they had been playing… games in her garage for over a year. They had not done much, and nothing that they'd done in their fumbling, groping, and touching made her ready to handle the situation she was faced with now!

"I… we need the money," the little girl whispered as she stared at the man. Besides that, Betsy could imagine the scornful looks on her friends' faces when she had to confess that she didn't have the job and the picture made her feel just awful! "But I… I don't know if… I've never done anything like that before. I'm afraid."

Betsy saw the excitement rising in Mr. Simpson's face and she was surprised to feel a strong, pounding sensation in her own untried body.