Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude words. It's
fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the decency laws in most states
would require it not be read by persons under 18. Also, if you're offended
by adult themes, you should probably leave now. More importantly, this tale
features women presented as sexual objects. There is nothing wrong with this
as they are only fictional characters. I urge readers, especially young males,
to not regard real women in this way.
Bikini Stewardesses Go Mile High (MMMFFF oral exhib)
"Ok, girls, let's lose those bikini tops, shall we?" asked Tom
the photographer. Nicola, smiling down the lens, complied. The Aussie reached
behind her neck and tugged on the strings that held her blue bikini top in
place. It fell loose, exposing her delicious tanned tits. Jennifer, standing
next to Nicola, did so as well, grinning as she bared her own impressive
rack. The third model, Candy Barr, was a little shyer, and blushed slightly
as she uncovered her own small but pert breasts.
The girls were in an empty hanger at Van Nuys Airport doing a publicity photoshoot
for the movie they'd just finished, Bikini Stewardesses 2. All
three were wearing their 'Bikini Stewardess' costumes: blue bikinis, blue
caps perched at jaunty angles upon their heads, white cuffs and collars,
and a set of gold wings clipped to the right bikini strap. Nicola, Jennifer
and Candy lounged across the wing of a Cessna as Tom directed them to strip.
Nicola tossed her top aside. Leaning forward, a naughty smirk in her lips,
Nicola squeezed her boobs together. "Great, fabulous," said Tom,
shooting off roll after roll of film. The gorgeous Aussie starlet was in
her element now, posing nude for the camera.
"Now tweak your nipples," instructed Tom. Nicola obliged, tugging
on her little pink buds till they puckered and hardened. Nicola loved to
show off her perfect body. Her lithe, 38-25-36 body was the stuff of (wet)
dreams. The model-turned-actress from Australian may not have been born an
exhibitionist, but in the past few months she had taken to it like a trooper.
Her adventures in Hollywood had given her many opportunities to get naked,
and not just in the B-movies she had appeared in. No sooner had Nicola wrapped
on "Bikini Bandits" than she'd been cast in "Bikini Stewardesses
2". Both films had featured oodles of nudity.
"Great tits, girls," said Tom. "Thanks," Jennifer replied.
Candy blushed, a bloom of red that spread across her bare chest. Nicola was
in good company with these two. Jennifer had seduced Nicola at an audition,
and then two had been friends ever since. Candy was a new comer to the industry,
but an enthusiastic learner.
"Why don't we get rid of these bikini bottoms and do some full-frontals?"
Jennifer suggested with a naughty twinkle in her eyes. Tom laughed. "Sure,
sweetheart." Nicola tugged at the knot that held the remainder of her
bikini in place, teasing the camera. Slowly, the slip of material fell away,
baring Nicola's neatly-trimmed muff. The bikini bottoms joined her top on
the floor and Nicola was gloriously nude.
Tom switched on a boom-box and the hanger was filled with a thumping beat.
The girls danced to the music, bare breasts pounding in a display of naked
lust. Tom moved around the starlets, flashing off pictures, capturing their
nude bodies from every angle.
Finally, Tom cut the music. Sweat dripped from his brow, and Nicola noted
with pride the bulge in his crotch. It was always a compliment to be able
to get a professional aroused. "Phew. Well girls, that's a wrap for
today. I'll see you all tomorrow."
As Tom packed up his gear, the three gorgeous girls put their discarded bikinis
back on. They were now alone in the hanger.
"So, Knickers," said Jennifer, "how about we head out to my
place and christen the new hot tub? Swimsuit optional, of course." She
pinched Nicola's ass cheek, bare in the g-string bikini. The Aussie laughed.
"How about you come join us, Candy? I always thought you were seriously
cute."
"Sorry, guys," the petite blonde placed a hand on her crotch. "Much
like the Vice President's parking space, this spot's reserved for dick."
They walked across the hanger laughing, when they suddenly noticed someone
standing at the entrance watching them. He was a tall, handsome man dressed
in an expensive suit. As they approached him, he gave the three starlets
a disarming smile. "Well, hello there," he said.
"Hello yourself," Nicola purred. He was openly ogling the girls,
drinking in the sight of their near-naked bodies in those tiny little string
bikinis. "My name is Donovan Tate."
"*The* Donovan Tate? The millionaire?" Jennifer's eyes were wide
with lust. Donovan gave a modest smile. "The same."
"A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Tate. My name is Nicola Baron, but you
can call me Knickers." They shook hands, setting her boobs jiggling
in the tight confines of her bikini top. This little show was not lost on
Tate, who leered shamelessly at her tits. "These are my friends, Jennifer
Dempster and Candy Barr."
"Wow, I've never seen stewardess uniforms quite like that before,"
said Tate, eyeing up the tiny outfits the girls had worn in the movie (when
they were wearing clothes at all).
"Oh, we're not stewardesses," replied Candy. Tate's face fell.
"That's a shame. My private plane is about to take off on a business
flight, and the three stewardesses I had booked to work the flight have baled
on me at the last moment. I badly need to find some replacements."
"What my friend means," Jennifer interjected, "is that we're
not regular stewardesses, we're bikini stewardesses. And it just so happens
that we're for hire."
"Great!" said Tate, "How soon can you start?"
"Hold on there, big fella," Jennifer replied. "Being bikini
stewardesses we don't exactly come cheap."
"Money is no object." Tate produced his wallet. "Would six
hundred dollars apiece suffice?"
Jennifer's eyes lit up. "Six hundred dollars! Why, sir, I do believe
you've hit upon the right amount."
Uh-oh thought Nicola. What is Jennifer getting them into? She glanced over
at Candy, who looked more than a little surprised at what Jennifer was cooking
up.
"Great. Meet me over at my Gulfstream, Hanger 227, in fifteen minutes."
He flashed the girls a smile and then left.
"Are you crazy!" wailed Candy. "We don't know anything about
being stewardesses!"
"Relax," Jennifer soothed her. "It's just like waitressing.
Smile, serve drinks, and when you bend over let them look at your tits. Nothing
to it. How about it, Knickers, you in?"
"Six hundred dollars?" Just thinking about all that money made
Nicola horny. "Sure, why not?"
They looked at the reluctant Candy. "Come on, Candy. It'll be fun!"
said Jennifer. "And think of the money," Nicola added.
"Well... OK." Candy replied. But she still didn't look too sure.
Fifteen minutes late, the three bikini-clad starlets were assembled in Hanger
227 under a very impressive Gulfstream jet. "Wow, look at this thing!"
Nicola exclaimed. Tate stood by the wing, eyeing her up. Nicola suggestively
ran her hand along the plane's nose.
"This is an important flight. Tate Industries is expanding and I have
to sign a distribution deal with representatives from three other corporations.
So I need you girls to work your charm on them, make sure that they relax
and get in the mood to sign these contracts."
"Don't worry, Mr. Tate," Jennifer assured him. "The bikini
stewardesses know how to make our passengers very, very happy." She
gave a wink. Tate laughed, no doubt getting what she was implying.
"But full service comes at a price," Nicola added. "And I
do mean full service." She reached out and stroked his face. Tate swallowed.
With his tongue hanging out he hastily cried, "An extra 300, a piece,
when they sign!"
The three exchanged glances, and then nodded. "You got yourself a deal,
Mr. Tate," said Nicola.
"OK girls, climb aboard!" Tate opened the cabin door and gallantly
allowed them to board first. Nicola climbed the steps, her thong-covered
bottom wiggling with every step. Tate's eyes were glued to that delicious
little peach, and couldn't resist giving her a little pat. Nicola gave a
gasp of surprise then stepped inside. Now Jennifer mounted the ladder. She
paused at the top, jiggling her bottom for Tate. "Well?" she asked.
Tate shrugged and obliged her with a pat on her bare ass cheek. Now it was
the reluctant Candy's turn. She, too, paused at the top of the steps. "Oh,
go on then," she rolled her eyes. Mr. Tate grinned, and gave her backside
a gentle slap. Candy blushed and boarded the plane.
"Wow!" Nicola exclaimed as she looked around the plush interior
of the aircraft. The main compartment featured an oak conference table surrounded
by wide chairs that looked considerably more comfy than those found on commercial
planes. "Kinda puts our crappy set to shame, doesn't it?" whispered
Jennifer. Nicola stifled a giggle, remembering the cheap cardboard 'aircraft'
they had filmed Bikini Stewardesses 2 in.
Tate took them through a silk curtain to the forward cabin, which consisted
of a galley and some seats for the girls. Just forward of this was the cockpit.
Tate explained what he wanted for the flight: the three guests will come
aboard. Tate, pilot for the day, would take off and fly the Gulfstream up
to 5,000 feet, then come back to the conference room to launch into his spiel.
At this point, the girls will be introduced, really building up their entrance.
Then they'll come back and meet the businessmen. From there, it's serving
drinks and then lunch. "Hopefully," said Tate, "by then I'll
have their signatures on these contracts."
"Don't worry, Mr. Tate," said Jennifer, "we'll do everything
we can to convince those men to sign."
"Anything?" asked Tate.
"Anything," Nicola replied with a wink. She was in a naughty mood
today, which meant those three lucky businessmen were in for a really fun
flight.
Tate went back into the conference room, and the sound of male voices drifted
through to the galley. There was much laughing and backslapping, and Nicola
could only imagine what Tate was telling them.
Soon Tate came back and told the bikini stewardesses to strap themselves
in for take-off. As Nicola felt the force of gravity groping her near-nude
body, and the vinyl seat rubbing against her bare ass, she felt goosebumps
rising on her skin. Donovan Tate badly wanted those contracts signed. And
it was Nicola, Jennifer and Candy's job to make sure they got signed. Just
how far would that starlets go to get those signatures? Was Nicola taking
off for an orgy in the sky? She didn't know, but she sure couldn't wait to
find out.
Soon they were cruising at altitude. Tate set the aircraft on autopilot for
a gentle cruise over the Pacific Ocean. Back in the galley, he gave one last
look over the three barely-dressed beauties, drinking in the sight of their
cleavages squeezed into those too-small bikinis.
"Good luck girls!" he said, and disappeared into the conference
room.
As everything was pretty much ready in the galley, with the drinks cart well
stocked and a selection of gourmet meals precooked, the starlets had nothing
else to do but make sure they looked pretty for the men they had to entertain.
Jennifer stood in front of a mirror, adjusting her miniscule bikini top to
expose as much boobflesh as possible. The tiny panels covered her nipples
and little else, but still Jennifer was dissatisfied. "Do you think
it's too late to change from Bikini Stewardesses to Topless Stewardesses?"
she asked.
Nicola could hear the sound of male voices drifting through from the conference
room. Her blood was beginning to rise at the thought of just how she was
going to convince them to sign. Sit on their laps? Stroke their arms? Let
them make any adjustments they feel necessary to her costume? It was the
anticipation that made her wet. Nicola adjusted her little stewardess cap,
setting it a jaunty angle. She couldn't wait until Mr. Tate came through
that curtain and told them it was time for Nicola and the girls to do what
they did best.
Candy was nervous, and the sight of her two friends preening themselves didn't
make her feel any better. "I don't know if I can do this," she
said. Nicola gave her a hug, pressing her boobs against the reluctant starlet.
"Come on, Candy. You're such a gorgeous little sky-bunny, those guys
just won't be able to resist your charms." That perked her up a little.
"You think so?"
"I know so," Nicola replied. She looked down at Candy's cleavage,
bursting out of her bikini top. "Just look at those babies." Candy
brightened. "Yeah, I do have great tits, don't I?"
Tate poked his head through the curtain. "Heads up girls! Time for you
to make an entrance. Come on through when you hear me call for you, and then
work your magic."
"It's showtime!" Nicola squealed with excitement.
On the other side of the curtain, Donovan Tate turned back to his prospective
business partners and shot them a thumbs-up. The three men grinned in anticipation.
As soon as negotiations about the Tate Industries deal had begun to flag,
the millionaire had suggested they take a little break. He then whetted their
appetites with a description of the three little hostesses who would serve
as their in-flight entertainment: an adorable Aussie with a terrific rack,
a gorgeous brunette with a naughty glint in her eye, and a cute little blonde
with perky tits. All neatly gift-wrapped in charming little stewardess outfits.
The three businessmen were practically drooling by now, all thoughts of the
contract forgotten.
"Gentlemen, you wanna meet our three tempting little cabin-cuties?"
Tate asked. They roared in reply. "OK, girls, come on in."
The curtain parted and the three delectable bikini stewardesses entered the
conference room, greeted with cheers and wolf-whistles. Smiling, they posed
for the men. You couldn't help but ogle the luscious threesome, dressed in
their revealing "stewardess" outfits. The blue bikinis showed off
far more flesh than they covered, and served as little more than gift-wrapping
for their firm young bodies. Boobs were squeezed into tops. G-strings disappeared
between butt-cheeks.
"Jennifer, why don't you come over here and meet Wolfgang Schmidt from
Germany," Tate suggested. Jennifer sauntered over to a tall, good-looking
blonde man. Putting her arm around him, she bent over slightly, presenting
a very tempting view of her boobs as if serving them up on a tray. "Guten
tag, fraulein," said Wolfgang, his eyes glued to her chest. "Well
hello to you," replied the sultry brunette. "If there's anything
I can do to make your flight more enjoyable- and I do mean anything- just
you let me know, sugar." Wolfgang nodded franticly. "Ja, ja!"
"And would could be better for our visitor from Hong Kong, Leo Kuang,
than a tasty little slice of all-American pie. Candy, would you do the honors?"
The blushing blonde stepped forward and placed her hand on Leo's thigh. With
a giggle she said, "OK, I've never done anything like this before, but
I'm a quick learner, if you know what I mean." She gave Leo a wink.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," he replied (surprisingly with an English
accent), "I'll be gentle with you."
"Finally, Big Joe Jackson from Texas, meet Nicola from Australia."
Grinning, the Texan doffed his hat. "Howdy, missy."
"Please, call me Knickers," Nicola purred. She strode over to the
Texan. As she approached him, the plane suddenly struck a pocked of air turbulence.
Nicola stumbled forward, accidentally shoving her boobs right into Big Joe's
face. "I'm sorry about that," said Nicola as she stood up straight
"I ain't complaining!" laughed Joe. Nicola giggled. "It's
a pleasure to meet you 'Big Joe'. I hope that's an accurate nickname."
"Maybe you'll find out for yourself, little lady." Everyone joined
in laughing at the double entendre.
"You guys just sit back and relax," Nicola announced. "The
bikini stewardesses are here to make sure you all have a very memorable flight.
For the next couple of hours we'll be at your beck and call. The galley is
well stocked, and we're ready to take care of all your needs." She flashed
a smile at the three men, whose crotches now sported visible bulges. "We'll
begin with a round of drinks. Now who wants what?"
Wolfgang ordered a German beer. Leo asked for a scotch & soda. For Big
Joe, a bourbon.
"Is there any particular way you'd like those served?" Nicola asked
with a wink. Wolfgang got the hint. "How about you bring them to us
toplez."
The girls gave mock gasps of surprise. Tate chuckled. "Well," said
Jennifer, "we did say we'd do anything for our passengers. So I guess
we have to." With a cute little wiggle of three bottoms, the girls swished
out through the curtain and back into the galley.
"I don't know if I can do this," said Candy, once they were alone.
"Come on," Nicola replied, "you were nude in the movie lotsa
times."
"Yeah, but I was acting," the blushing blonde replied.
Jennifer was impatient. "I know how to get things moving." She
grabbed Candy's bikini top and yanked it off. She gave a yelp of surprise
and covered her boobs.
"Look, all you have to do is act again," Nicola told her. "Remember
all the times your character Cindy took her clothes off?" Candy nodded.
"Yeah...?"
"So all you have to do is play Cindy to those guys out there."
Candy thought about it for a while. "Oh! OK." Shyly, she removed
her hands from her chest, baring her tits to her co-starlets.
"That's the spirit!" piped up Jennifer. She tugged off her own
top. Nicola quickly joined in the toplessness, baring her beautiful breasts.
Looking down at them, the Aussie starlet smiled. She couldn't resist rubbing
her tanned tits. "Yknow, if things had worked out differently, I'd've
made a great topless waitress."
"I'll say," Jennifer replied, licking her lips. The three burst
into laughter.
A moment later, the curtain parted once more and the three bare-breasted
beauties paraded back into the conference room, a naughty smile on their
lips. In one hand were the guys' drinks, in the other their bikini tops.
Wolfgang, Leo and Big Joe greeted their little costume alteration with applause
and whistles. The girls replied with modesty.
"There was this tag in my bikini," quipped Nicola, "it said
FAA regulations prohibit the wearing of this garment at 10,000 feet. So off
it goes!" She draped it over the arm of Big Joe's chair.
"Here you are sweetie," said Jennifer, "a little souvenir
of your visit to the US of A." She added her bikini top over to Wolfgang,
who obviously enjoyed the gift.
"I can't believe I'm doing this!" giggled Candy, as she hung her
top around Leo's neck.
"Say, girls, this looks like it's going to be a long flight. I hope
the boys don't mind if we make ourselves a little comfortable," Jennifer
asked her cohorts.
"I don't think there'll be any complaints," Nicola replied. With
that she threw one of her long legs across Big Joe and plunked her bottom
on his lap. Joe stared at her, open mouthed. Nicola gave a wiggle to settle
herself, feeling his prick rub against her bare ass cheeks. "Ooooh,
Big Joe!" she squealed.
Now the three businessmen each had a topless stewardess sitting on his lap,
a fresh young pussy grinding against their crotches. Tate smiled. "Let's
get back into it, shall we?"
As negotiations resumed, it was the clear the cooing bimbos were beginning
to sap their business acumen. It was sure hard to concentrate on the business
at hand with a luscious, pert pair of boobs right in front of your face!
They were being petted and pampered by three of the hottest starlets Hollywood
had to offer. Tate now bargained to make the deal even more favorable to
himself, reducing the profit margins for his three partners and increasing
the stakes they would have to put up. And it was all thanks to Nicola and
her friends.
A while later and it was time to serve lunch. The girls stood up from their
seats, and the three men squirmed to cover their erections. Menus were handed
out, each starlet careful to smile and bend at the waist so their man got
a mouth-watering sight of their unencumbered tits swinging free.
The boys made their lunch choices, but it was clear from their hungry gazes
that they'd much rather be helping themselves to some succulent starlet tits
instead.
The girls retired back to the galley to prepare the food. Candy was buzzing.
"Can you believe I just did that!" she squealed with excitement.
Jennifer smirked. She reached out and gave one of the blonde's boobs a playful
squeeze. "Maybe it'll be a day of many firsts," she said. Candy
turned scarlet. "One step at a time," she said, trying to pull
away from Jennifer's roaming hands.
"Come on, you two," the topless Nicola scolded them. "We're
here to be groped, not to grope each other. Now come on, we got a contract
to secure."
Back out in the conference room, the girls served up lunch. Tate was driving
a hard deal for Wolfgang, Leo and Big Joe, and the three was glad of a break
to eat their meals, with their respective topless stewardesses on hand. Tate
excused himself, and went up to the cockpit.
Nicola smiled seductively at Big Joe as he wolfed down his steak, her hand
straying across his lap. "I like a man with a big appetite," she
murmured. He leered at her. "And I like a girl with big tits."
Nicola laughed, jiggling her bare boobs. The Texan's eyes lit up as he beheld
those wobbling Aussie whoppers. "Do you mind if I, er, touch them?"
he asked.
"Go ahead," said Nicola replied, leaning forward and pushing her
boobs into his face. Big Joe licked his lips and brought his large hands
up to gently cup Nicola's breasts. As his fingers brushed against her erect
nipples, Nicola let out a moan. "Mmmm," she purred. "You'll
have to forgive me, I have very sensitive nipples."
"Really?" Joe replied.
"Uh-huh. The slightest touch can set me- ooooooh!" Nicola closed
her eyes as Big Joe squeezed her tender buds. Her hand tugged down the zip
on his pants, and the only thing between Nicola and Joe's cock was a very
expensive pair of silk boxers. Nicola could feel the monster rearing up in
her grasp, eager to taste the delights of her moist pussy.
"It's such a shame," whispered Nicola, "that 'Big Joe' has
chores to do before he can come out and play." Nicola nodded toward
the contract lying on the table. Joe swallowed. He was being eaten up with
desire, but he couldn't sign Tate's contract. Through the material of his
underpants, Nicola firmly grasped Joe's penis. She smiled at the thought
of what she was doing, the amount of power her nubile body had over men.
Joe was weakening, and Nicola knew it. It was almost as if the blood pumping
into his dick was draining from his brain, making him less capable of making
a business decision.
Tate returned. He looked over the scene, his would-be partners engaging in
some heavy petting with the three half-naked starlets, and grinned. Tate
could smell victory!
"Ladies, why don't you withdraw to the galley and fetch the guests dessert?
It looks like everyone is still hungry."
With sultry smiles, the girls stood up and left their eager partners. Back
in the galley, they debated how to serve dessert.
"We should sit in their laps and spoon feed them," Candy suggested,
now getting into her role as a sex-crazed bikini stewardess. Suddenly a loud
roar of approval could be heard from the conference room. Nicola wondered
what that could be about. Smiling, Tate entered through the curtain.
"I know you were only supposed to serve lunch for the guests,"
he said, face flushed, "but I've told them you'll do something a little
different for dessert."
"And what is it?" Nicola asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I told them you'd put ice-cream on your boobs and let them lick it
off."
Jennifer clapped her hands in delight. "Sounds like fun!"
"Wait a moment," said Nicola, "I think that's stretching our
original contract just a little."
Tate rolled his eyes. "OK, OK, an extra hundred!" Nicola smiled.
"We'll be out shortly."
Tate left. Jennifer shook her head. "Why, Knickers, you little mercenary!"
The Aussie starlet shrugged. "Hey, if I can have some fun and make some
money at the same time, why not?"
However, Candy's earlier trepidations had returned. "Lick ice-cream
off my boobs?" She looked at the girls with wide eyes, clutching her
chesty treasures.
"Come on," cried Jennifer, "you haven't lived till you've
felt a hot tongue licking ice-cold desserts off your tits! Trust me on this."
They stared at her. "What? A girl's got to work her way through college
somehow," said Jennifer defensively.
"Candy," said Nicola, "you've had fun so far right? And you
want the extra $100?"
"I guess so." The bashful blonde with beautiful boobs was beginning
to come around to her co-star's way of thinking.
A few moments later the curtain parted once more and the three topless starlets
strode back into the conference room. Each took up a hostess's position right
next to their assigned passenger, carrying a small dish of ice cream.
"Gentlemen," Nicola announced, "for your dining pleasure,
a rare a very exquisite dessert- ice cream served a la stewardess."
The three men clapped as the girls seated themselves back on their laps,
facing toward their eager passenger. Nicola made herself comfortable, smiling
at Joe. He didn't seem to notice, his eyes shinning bright were glued to
her chest inches from his salivating lips.
Nicola took a dollop of vanilla ice cream onto a spoon, and ladled it onto
her left boob. The Aussie starlet gave a slight gasp as the chilly desert
made contact with her skin. It slid down a little, covering her erect nipple
like a snowy peak. The white of the ice cream made a nice contrast against
her tanned skin. Nicola repeated the operation with her right boob, covering
her breast with a second topping of frosty dessert. A very tempting dish
indeed!
Big Joe placed his hands on Nicola's waist, pulling her toward him. Nicola
obediently leant forward, bringing her chest toward Joe's waiting lips. Nothing
prepared Nicola for the feelings that followed. Big Joe's hot tongue flicked
out, slithering across her boob as he licked at the ice cream. She groaned,
her sensitive nipple caught between sizzling and chilly sensations. Again
Joe's tongue shot out, raising goosebumps on Nicola's areolas. She shivered
with delight.
Around her the scene was being replayed with Jennifer and Candy. Evidently
Jennifer was no stranger to being a serving dish as she expertly covered
her own tits in ice cream. Candy was fast becoming a fan of this particular
method of service, giving little squeaks of delight as Leo enthusiastically
lapped away at her chest.
Nicola spooned more of the cold ice cream onto her boobs for the hungry Texan.
His head bobbed furiously between her boobs, randomly switching from nipple
to nipple, eager to lick up the sweet treat. Nicola could feel his 'other'
head anxiously squirming beneath her bottom, a pussy-plunging monster that
wanted some attention too.
Nicola, mouth open and eyes closed, hugged Joe to her chest, letting the
pleasant tingling sensation wash across her titties. The licking was now
replaced with vigorous sucking and a little chewing as Joe switched to slurping
noisily on each moist, pink nipple in turn.
The starlet moaned with delight, reaching down to tug at the knot that held
her bikini bottoms in place. Nicola wasn't completely naked, but only in
the sense that a true starlet is only naked without a pretty smile. In this
case it was an angelic smile of debauched pleasure. Nude of any clothing,
Nicola began to bounce slightly in Joe's lap, rubbing her bottom against
his engorged cock.
Finally, the excited businessman pulled away from Nicola's damp tits. "Knickers,
honey, I gotta get some relief, if you know what I mean, right now."
Nicola longed to scream yes and dive straight in, but she was a girl with
a mission to complete first.
"You know what you have to do," she gasped in barely suppressed
pleasure. "Sign the contract, and 'Big Joe' gets a big reward."
Joe was out of his mind with lust. He leaned forward toward the table, squashing
Nicola's bare body against his chest and cried out in desperation "Where's
a pen, a pen?"
Tate grinned. "Here ya go, Joe, borrow mine." Joe grabbed the pen
and hastily scribbled his signature on the contract. Wolfgang and Leo, in
similar states of desire, looked at each other, and then both made a grab
for the document.
Victorious, Tate took the contract with all three signatures and placed it
in his pocket. "Gentlemen, a pleasure doing business. I'll let you enjoy
the entertainment."
No sooner had Tate spoken those words than the bikini stewardesses slid underneath
the table. This was soon followed by a collective gasp of relief as three
impatient penises were finally delivered into three willing little mouths.
Nicola's lips clamped around Joe's cock and began to repay the favor he had
paid her nipples. Feeling his impatience, Nicola slurped down his tool and
quickly built up a fast pace, her head bobbing up and down in his lap. Nicola's
worked Joe's dick like a pro. He had done what was required of him, sign
the contract and earn Nicola an unexpected little bonus, so now he just had
to sit back and let the talented little Aussie girl do what she did best.
Nicola knew that no small part of the pleasure lay in the sound of a good
blowjob, and made sure to make as much noise as possible as she suckled on
his dick.
Nicola's efforts were rewarded with a lot of moaning from Joe as he came
near to orgasm. The Texan let out a low growl, and Nicola felt a ripple of
pleasure surge through his body a moment before jets of sperm squirted down
her throat. Nicola smiled to herself. Another satisfied customer!
It wasn't long before the Gulfstream landed back at Van Nuys. The girls,
still nude, bid each of the businessmen good-bye with a kiss on the cheek
as they left the conference room. Doubtless the deal they had signed was
not their advantage, but from the grin in their faces it looked liked they
didn't care.
"Thanks girls, I could never had done it without you," Tate thanked
them.
"All in a days work for the Bikini Stewardesses," Jennifer replied.
Tate stroked his chin. "There's just one last thing I'd like you do
to, before you get dressed again."
"Yes?" Nicola replied, arching her eyebrows.
"I called a press conference for as soon as the plane landed- announcing
this deal will be very good for the company's stock price. But, well, financial
press conferences can be pretty dull. I thought a little eye candy would
help liven things up."
Nicola opened her mouth, but Tate knew what she was going to say. "An
extra $200 a piece?"
Nicola smiled. "That will do nicely."
Members of the fiscal press were lined up outside Tate's plane as soon as
it had landed, eager for news on the proposed Tate Industries world-wide
distribution deal. Joe Jackson, Wolfgang Schmidt and Leo Kuang had all emerged
from the aircraft with no comment, but enigmatic Cheshire grins. Finally,
Donovan Tate himself exited the craft. If his appearance did nothing to interest
the reporters, the three perky sky-bunnies that followed certainly did.
Nicola sashayed her way down the steps first, giving a coy smile and a way
to the small group of reporters. She was completely nude except for her cute
little stewardess cap, plus the white collar and cuffs. Each step down the
plane's stepladder (tentative in high heels) caused her boobs to bounce delightfully.
Nicola's impromptu audience stared open mouth at the naked Aussie starlet,
their eyes roaming over every inch of her bare body. Those beauty tits! That
toned, flat stomach! That cute little muff! The silky-smooth skin that just
begged to be stroked! Nicola had a golden all-over tan, and it was obvious
to everyone she wasn't shy about showing it off.
Jennifer, similarly undressed to kill, followed Nicola. The tall, sophisticated
starlet presented just as tasty a sight as her little friend. Jennifer may
only have fallen into acting by accident, but she was definitely an out-going
girl, as evidenced by the fact that her nipples were extended, and it wasn't
a cold day.
Candy followed up the rear, flushed but excited. Her perky little boobs pointed
out at the gathered journalists as if eager to be seen. The cute little blonde
followed her co-starlets as they fell into line behind Tate.
Tate began to speak, and cameras flashed. However, the real center of attraction
was not the millionaire businessmen but his three little stewardesses. Giggling,
they ran through various poses for the crowd, showing off their bare bodies
from every angle.
Nicola smirked as she slipped her hands behind her head and thrust her boobs
out for the cameras. The day had started out with her posing nude for one
photographer, and now ended up with her posing nude for many more! That's
what Nicola loved about Hollywood, you never knew what was going to happen
next. She leaned forward, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples. I
can just see this picture on page 3, she thought. Page 3 of the "Financial
Times"!
The press conference over, the girls blew a few kisses to the reporters and
followed Tate over to the hanger where he'd met them this morning. The girls
put their bikinis back on, under Tate's lustful gaze.
"I have a confession," said Nicola as she tried to tie her top
on over her boobs, "we're not real stewardesses. We're actresses."
"I know," Tate replied with a smirk. Nicola was flabbergasted,
she stared at him in surprise with her breasts half-hanging out of her bikini.
"What?"
"Of course I knew. I was one of the investors in Bikini Stewardesses
2. I knew you were going to be here today, and after hearing about your
little adventures on the set..." Nicola blushed. "... I knew that
you'd be able to help me out today."
"So you never had any other stewardesses booked?" asked Candy.
"I'm afraid not." Tate replied. "But I needed to get that
contract signed, and if it hadn't've been for you girls, I never would've
got the deal. No hard feelings?"
Nicola scowled. She didn't like being tricked. But she had had an enjoyable
day, with a trip in an executive jet, and showing off her cute little stewardess
outfit. And if they ever made a Bikini Stewardesses 3, she now
had a little method-experience. To top it all off, Nicola had earned herself
a $1200 bonus.
"No hard feelings," Nicola replied. Tate took his checkbook out
of his jacket and wrote out three checks. He presented each one to the girls
by slipping it into their cleavage, like a patron tipping a stripper.
"Adios, ladies!" Tate bid them, as he left the hanger.
"Mmmm," murmured Candy, "I'm still pretty horny from all that
attention Leo gave me." She slipped her arms around Nicola and Jennifer's
shapely waists, pressing their delectable bodies against her.
"Does that hot tub invitation still stand?"
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