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.
Nicola: Live & Uncensored (MF oral exhib span humil)
Nicola stood naked in her dressing room admiring herself in the mirror. The
20-year-old Australian beauty had a stunning 38-25-35 body, and in her bare
feet stood 5'9". She had a golden all-over tan, a legacy of many a nude
sunbathing session. Nicola had the trim, sexy figure of a model- which is
precisely what she was. The Aussie stunner had, only months before, arrived
in Hollywood from her native Melbourne to start her movie career, and had
recently finished work on her second movie Bikini Stewardesses 2.
Now her agent had arranged for Nicola do some publicity work, to help
get her some exposure. First stop was here on the late-night talk show, "The
Tony Moroni Show". 'Exposure' was the right word for this program, as
Nicola had only found out after agreeing to appear. Tony had something of
a knack for convincing his gorgeous female guests to shed their clothes,
much to the delight of TV audiences. Nicola was in no doubt that she would
be baring herself tonight! Which led her to her current dilemma- what do
you wear when you're about to strip naked on live TV in front of thousands
of cheering men? This is why she was standing around nude, waiting for the
wardrobe girl to bring her the outfit she would be wearing (for a while at
least) on the show.
Nicola looked at the reflection of her face in the mirror. She had long,
chestnut brown hair that draped across her shoulders, and deep blue eyes.
Nicola smiled. She had a charming, toothsome smile that some men said reminded
them of model Linda O'Neill, with those full pouty lips and cute little overbite.
Nicola leaned forward and cupped her bare breasts, offering them to an imaginary
audience. Her smile became a naughty smirk. She tweaked her nipples, causing
them to pinken and swell as if in anticipation of their public appearance.
Nicola turned to admire her ass in the mirror, and only then did he notice
the man standing behind her. She gave a squeak of surprise.
He chuckled. "I see I'm not the only one that likes to check out
a gorgeous naked broad."
Nicola smiled sheepishly. Her admirer was a heavy-set man, with an Italian
accent that made her think of Tony Soprano. She made no attempt to cover
her naked body, even as he continued to cast a lustful eye over her figure.
"Um, hi," she said. "I'm Nicola Baron, but my friends call
me Knickers." She offered a delicate hand, and he gently shook it. "Yeah,
I know. I'm Tony Moroni, this is my show."
Nicola grinned broadly, immediately feeling attracted to this important
man. "Mr. Moroni! It's a pleasure to meet you."
"The pleasure's all mine, toots," he replied with a lick of
his lips. "Is that what you're planning on wearing tonight?"
Nicola glanced down her nude body, remembering that she was still in her
birthday suit. "Oh no!" she giggled. "I'm just waiting for
the wardrobe girl to bring me some clothes."
Nicola lowered her eyes and took a step toward him. Her voice took on
a husky quality. "I'm really looking forward to being on your program
tonight, Mr. Moroni," she breathed. "I understand it should give
a real boost for my career."
"Please, call me Tony. Yeah, I think you can count on getting plenty
of exposure tonight. I take it your agent has talked to you about the um,
'content' of the show?" Nicola was now standing so close to him she
could feel his hot breath on her tits. His eyes burned with lust as he stared
at the stark naked starlet standing before him. Nicola reached out and placed
her hands on his shoulders. In return, Tony placed his hands on Nicola's
hips. The touch of his fingers on her bare skin sent sparks of pleasure racing
through the adorable Aussie. Holding his gaze with her deep blue eyes, Nicola
nodded. "Uh-huh. I'm familiar with your 'interview' style. You can count
on me to be a good sport. I'm more than willing to join in on the fun."
Tony smiled, no doubt looking forward to the evening ahead.
"So, do you think I'll be a hit tonight?" Nicola asked. He was
stroking her now, running his fingers up and down her sides.
"Honey, our ratings are going to go through the roof!" Tony
laughed. Then he added, "Yknow, before every show I like to get to know
each and every one of my star guests very intimately."
"Oh?" Nicola replied with a teasing smirk. She reached forward
and brushed her hand across the bulge in his trousers. "And I was beginning
to think I was the only nude starlet whose dressing room you'd slipped into."
"No," Tony replied, "but you're certainly the prettiest."
Nicola blushed and playfully swatted his arm. "Oh Mr. Moroni! I mean
Tony. If I had any pants on right now, you'd be charming them off me."
They were playing a game that Nicola had learned to play well in the few
months since she arrived in Hollywood. It wasn't just about sex. It was a
game of tease and promise, to draw the moment of arousal so that her 'mark'-
the producer, director, executive who had something she wanted- was practically
begging to fuck her. And it wasn't just them who enjoyed it, the erotic dueling
of words got Nicola horny too. Tony's hands had moved up from her sides,
and were gently caressing the undersides of her bare boobs, strokes that
climbed up the swell of her bosom to the nipple on the summit and back down
again in a soothing, regular motion. Nicola shivered in delight. Time for
her to make the next move.
"This could be quite a break you're giving me, appearing on the show,"
Nicola breathed.
"Yep, it could well be," Tony replied.
"I feel so obligated to do something for you in return." Nicola
gave him a doe-eyed look. "Is there anything you'd like me to do for
you?"
"Well," said Tony, making himself comfortable in the only chair
in the room, "you're a smart girl, Knickers. I'm sure you'll figure
out what it is I really need done for me- or *to* me." He opened his
legs wide, inviting Nicola to slip between them. With a naughty smile, the
starlet complied, settling her bare bottom on the floor. She began rubbing
his thighs, causing a considerable amount of motion in Tony's crotch, inches
from Nicola's face.
"How's this Tony?" she asked.
"Oh that's great, great. But it's still not really enough of a thank-you,
is it?"
Nicola slid her hands together to meet at Tony's crotch, and began to
directly massage his dick though his trousers. Her delicate fingers gently
traced along the monstrous swelling that throbbed beneath the material. Tony
gave a moan of pleasure. Nicola was getting pretty turned on herself. The
game of seduction had turned into outright foreplay. Time for Nicola to take
things in hand and see that Tony gets the fuck he deserves. She pulled down
his zip and reached inside. Tony's hot and eager penis leapt into Nicola's
cool hand. She hauled it out into the open air. Erect and pulsing, it poked
up out of his pants like a flagpole. Tony was panting now, his eyes closed.
Nicola gently stroked his cock, coaxing it to perform for her.
"How about now?" Nicola asked innocently. "Good..."
Tony replied, reaching down to run his hands through Nicola's silky brown
hair. Nicola added, "Is there anything else I can do for you while I'm
down here? Anything at all?" She was almost absently mindedly jerking
Tony off with slow strokes.
"Well...," Tony was breathing heavily from the sheer pleasure
the skilful massage Nicola was administering to his penis. "I understand
you're one hell of a cock sucker. I'd love it if you could give little Tony
here a good tongue bath."
Nicola smiled at the compliment. She *was* good at this, and was pleased
word was getting around Hollywood. "It would be my pleasure," she
replied. He was uncircumcised, what Nicola thought of as a 'lipstick dick'.
She rolled down the foreskin, exposing the helmet. It glistened enticingly
in the light. Nicola's tongue flicked out, and she licked his penis like
an ice-cream, her tongue slithering across the smooth, sensitive head. Tony
shivered with delight. Her soft hands weren't idle during all of this, and
Nicola continued to wank his shaft. Lovingly, she popped Tony's cock into
her moist, willing mouth and began to practice her skills on him. Nicola's
head was soon bobbing up and down in his lap, as she fucked Tony's cock with
her mouth.
Tony relaxed back in the chair. He was in seventh heaven. All his life,
all Tony had wanted was for beautiful women to fuck him. When he got his
own top-rated talk show on the TNA network, that dream had come true. The
power that he had overcame his less than attractive physique, and now gorgeous
young starlets like Nicola here were more than willing to use their nubile
bodies to pleasure him. He gasped in delight, as her silky mouth and tongue
brought his cock to the heights of ecstasy never felt even by him. Nicola
was a champion, a blow-job princess without peer. He'd have to get her back
on the show again. Maybe a regular guest spot. Her own private dressing room,
right next to his, where they could fuck at their leisure right before going
on. Tony began to move his broad hips slightly back and forth in the chair
in time with Nicola's delicious strokes.
Nicola could feel the nearness of Tony's orgasm. She'd only been sucking
him off for a short time, and it was a little disappointing that she'd have
to wait her turn, but there would be plenty of time after the show for a
nice long screw, back at Tony's place. Nicola's purring pussy would have
to wait till later to be pumped by the dick currently being serviced by Nicola's
lips.
Not for the first time Nicola was amazed at the changes that had overtaken
her in the past few months. Not long again she had been a professional model
back in her hometown of Melbourne. Although gorgeous, she had been something
of a prude. But since getting a new agent, and coming to Hollywood to launch
her acting career, Nicola's sex drive had leapt into warp speed. Whereas
back then she would only model modest and tasteful swimsuits and lingerie,
she was now fully prepared to strip naked on camera. In fact, in a very short
time the man whose cock she was slurping on would entice her to shed her
inhibitions, and her clothes, before an audience of millions of cable TV
viewers. Nicola purred with pleasure at the thought.
But first, there was the little matter in hand. Or rather, not so little.
Nicola's expert blowjob skills were bringing Tony to climax. She used her
free hands to caress his heavy balls, coaxing the cum out of them. Nicola
could feel the violent spasms within his flesh. Tony's cock was becoming
a bucking bronco, with Nicola just the cowgirl to ride him.
Just then the dressing room door swung open and the wardrobe girl returned
with Nicola's outfit for the show. The surprise caught Nicola off-guard,
and for a moment she nearly lost her rhythm, but recovered nicely, with Tony
feeling nothing but pleasurably more of his manhood sliding down Nicola's
bottomless throat. The girl didn't bat an eyelid as she laid out the clothes
on the dresser and Nicola guessed it was an everyday occurrence for Tony
Moroni to be serviced by his delectable guests before the show.
"Hi Tony," said the girl. "Hiya Debbie," Tony replied.
He gestured toward the brunette head beavering away at his crotch. "Debbie,
this is Knickers. Knickers, Debbie."
"Hi there Knickers," Debbie said cheerfully. Her mouth full,
Nicola's reply was a friendly, if muffled greeting.
With a grunt Tony came, spurting cum down the back of Nicola's throat.
She swallowed eagerly, slurping down his seed before he had a chance to pull
out of her mouth and spray the sticky stuff all over. Nicola knew from experience
it was not a good idea to let a blow-job ruin her make-up or hair right before
she went on camera. And the only way to do that was to gulp down every last
drop, with an extra swirl of her tongue under Tony's foreskin to get clean
him off.
Tony let out an appreciative sigh as he stood and buckled his pants. "Sorry
to cum and run, but there's another guest on the show tonight I gotta go
'attend to'." Nicola felt a twinge of jealously, but of course Tony
wouldn't devote a whole show just to her. "Who is it? Anyone I know?"
"Maybe," Tony replied with an enigmatic smile as he walked out
the door.
"OK," said Debbie as Nicola picked her naked bottom off the
floor. "I've gone for something a bit glitzy and glamorous. Try these
on."
Her outfit consisted of a strapless boobtube top, covered in blue sequins.
It sparkled as Nicola held it between her fingers. The bottom was a silky
strip of black material, a daringly-short miniskirt.
"No underwear?" Nicola asked. Debbie laughed. "Not on this
show!" With the attractive girl's assistance, Nicola slipped the revealing
ensemble on. The top fit snugly around her superb body. Her tits were covered
by the sparkly blue costume, although plenty of Nicola's cleavage was on
display. Also on display were her tanned shoulders and upper chest, as well
as her bare midriff and bellybutton. The skirt was just as daring. It was
so short, more like a wide belt than anything else, revealing plenty of her
sexy long legs. Nicola plucked at the hemline, wanting to show off as much
as possible, trying to find the happy medium between exposure and decency.
But then again, on this show there was no decency. Nicola knew that at some
point she'd be taking the skirt off and showing the cheering audience what
was under that hemline.
Nicola posed in front of the mirror, satisfied with the outfit. Debbie
looked her over as well, examining Nicola's fine curves with more than just
a professional glint in her eye. Uh-oh, thought Nicola. Another girl-on-girl
encounter, perhaps? Nicola had been strictly straight before she came to
Hollywood (well, there was *one* time...), but since her friend and 'Bikini
Bandits' co-star Jennifer had seduced her at an audition, Nicola had developed
a roving eye for the ladies as well. She and Jennifer were still good mates,
and after partying together often wound up in the sack gently nibbling on
each other's clits well into the night.
But before Nicola could pursue Debbie's interest further, there was a
sharp rap on the dressing room door. "Come in," Nicola called.
The door opened, and a be-spectacled, acne-scarred face poked inside. It
was Scooter, the Assistant Assistant Floor Manager. "Miss Baron?"
he asked, his yet-to-break voice skipping through several octaves, "you're
wanted on the floor."
"Coming," Nicola replied, and followed him as her led her around
behind the set. Not quite 'led' though, as Scooter lagged behind, obviously
entranced with the sight of Nicola's bottom wiggling with each step in her
tight little skirt. Nicola smirked. Tonight was going to be fun.
They were right behind the red stage curtain. "We'll just have to
wait here for..." Scooter's voice trailed off as something caught his
eye. His mouth opened, and he looked for all the world like a stunned mullet.
Nicola turned to see what he was staring at- and her jaw dropped too.
Walking toward them was one of the most gorgeous women Nicola had set
eyes on. She was very tall and statuesque, even taller than Nicola herself.
She had long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. But what grabbed Nicola's
attention was the fact that she was naked from the waist up, revealing an
enormous pair of tits. Huge whoppers, topped with luscious pink nipples,
they bounced with every step she took across the backstage area. She wore
a sparkly, silver-sequined skirt that ended just below her navel, and Nicola
easily imagined the reason she was topless was because no garment could ever
restrain that rack. The well-endowed girl grinned as she spotted Nicola and
sauntered over.
"It's Nicola, isn't it?" she extended a hand. "I'm Kitten
Magee, the show's co-hostess." Still a little stunned, Nicola shook
her hand, causing her stupendous boobs to jiggle.
"Scooter..." Kitten addressed the AAFM, but he didn't hear her.
He was still staring down at her chest. Nicola didn't blame him! Kitten gave
a sigh of exasperation and pushed Scooter's chin up so that his eyes were
finally looking up into hers. "That's be all Scooter. Please go and
check on our second guest."
"Right away, Miss Magee!" he replied, and dashed off, nearly
tripping over a cable in the process. Kitten shook her head and laughed.
"No matter how many times we do the show, he always acts like this is
the first time he's seen these puppies."
"You mean you always go on like this? Topless?" Nicola asked.
She was having the same problem as Scooter, unable to stop staring at Kitten's
tits. If she minded, though, she didn't show it.
"Yup," Kitten replied. "Tony and I always do a 'bit' about
it. Here, you can watch on the floor monitor." She pointed toward a
TV screen nearby.
"You must have phenomenal ratings," Nicola murmured. Kitten
noticed her staring and smiled. She slipped her hands under her boobs and
bounced them playfully for Nicola. "You like them? 46DD, all natural,
not an ounce of silicone. Go ahead, have a feel." Nicola gave her a
surprised look. "Go on," Kitten urged her, "they won't bite."
Nicola reached and gently squeezed Kitten's generous helpings of boob. They
felt so soft beneath her fingertips. She trailed her nails across the sensitive
aureoles, causing Kitten's nipples to stiffen. Like many women with outsize
tits her aureoles were large saucers the size of Nicola's palm, and the nipples
tasty little nubs that cried out to be sucked. Utterly fascinated, Nicola
continued to grope Kitten until she finally interrupted her.
"Ahem, if you've finished, we can start the show," Kitten said
with a playful smirk. Nicola blushed alittle, and withdrew her delicate hands,
but continued to eye up Kitten's rack. Nicola noticed that the red 'on air'
lights were now on, and everyone backstage was quiet. Kitten raised a microphone
to her lips and spoke. The show had begun!
"Filmed live on videotape from beautiful West Hollywood before a
studio audience, it's 'The Tony Moroni Show', TV's most outrageous half-hour!
Now please put your hands together for the man himself, Mr. Tony Moroni!"
Suddenly, from the other side of the curtain came a burst of whistles,
hoots, and yells backed by wild applause. Nicola jumped, realizing for the
first time that she standing just a few yards from a rather large audience
of men, all of them here to see her get up to some late-night hi-jinx. Nicola
suddenly felt the flutter of butterflies in her stomach. Be brave, Knickers!
she told herself. It's not like you've never done anything like this before.
As Nicola was mildly panicking Tony continued with his opening monolog.
She could see on the floor monitor he was standing on the other side of the
curtain. Wearing a leisure suit and slacks, Tony seemed to be playing up
the similarity between himself and a certain TV gangster. The show was pretty
much like 'The Tonight Show', although the joke Tony was telling was far
racier than anything Johnny ever told.
"A deli owner hires this broad who likes to wear really short skirts.
One day, a guy walks into the deli, glances at this chick, then glances at
the loaves of bread behind the counter. 'I'd like some raisin bread, please,'
he says. The broad has to climb up a ladder to reach the raisin bread, cos
its way up on the very top shelf. The guy, standing right below her, gets
treated to one hell of a view up her skirt. What Canadians call 'beaver spottin'.
Anyway, as she gets the bread, all these other guys come in and they twig
to the situation pretty quick. Pretty soon, everyone is asking for raisin
bread, and she's climbing up and down. After a few trips, this broad is starting
to get pissed off. She stops at the top of the ladder, glaring at the men
standing below. She notices an elderly man standing amongst the throng. 'Is
your's raisin too?' she yells.
'No,' croaks the old man. 'But it's startin' to twitch.'"
The audience roared with laughter. And it wasn't just the jokes that made
this show really stand out. As the applause died, Tony continued.
"And now it's time to welcome a very special lady, she's the hostess
with the mostest, except when it comes to clothes when she's the hostess
with the leastest, a big hand for Miss Kitten Magee!"
Kitten whispered to Nicola, "Just come on when you get the cue. And
relax! This is *the* most fun show on television." With that she pushed
through the curtain. On the monitor, the nervous Nicola saw her emerge on
the other side, smiling a little shyly to the madly cheering audience. She
raised an arm and waved to them, setting her titanic tits wobbling. Nicola
noticed how much Kitten was enjoying herself, as she basked in the glow of
male adulation that was being heaped upon her bare boobs. Here was a kindred
spirit. Kitten was blowing them kisses now, grinning at her cheering fans.
Finally, she demurely trotted over to stand next to Tony.
"That's a real nice outfit you're almost wearing there, Kitten,"
Tony remarked, with a laugh from the audience.
"Why, thank-you Tony," Kitten replied. "The funny thing
is that there used to be alot more to it. If I didn't know better, I'd swear
someone snuck into my dressing room, and stole the top part of my costume
just so I'd have to go on the show tonight topless." She placed her
hands on her hips and gave Tony an accusatory look. He gave a shifty look,
and winked to the camera. "Yeah, funny that," he murmured. "Funny
that it happened last night, too."
"And the 83 nights before that," Kitten added. They were both
playing the routine for laughs, and the audience was eating it up. "Yknow,
Tony, when you hired me to hostess the show, you said I wouldn't have to
show my boobs unless it was absolutely necessary."
"Well, let's put it to the audience, shall we. How about it, guys,
is it necessary for Kitten to show us her tits?!"
"YES!" they roared back. Nicola giggled.
"Now, Kitten, leaving aside your knockers for a moment," (a
drum sting from the band) "we've got some really great guests on the
show tonight, haven't we?"
"That's right Tony," Kitten replied. "Our first guest is
a gorgeous twenty-year-old actress and model who comes all the way from down
under."
"Down under, huh? That figures. Right before the show, she went down
on me."
Another drum sting, followed by a collective groan from the audience. Nicola
blushed deep red. If only they knew Tony wasn't joking!
Kitten continued. "Although she's only been in Hollywood a couple
of months, she's already racked up leads in two movies, Bikini Bandits
and Bikini Stewardesses 2. Please welcome, Miss Nicola Baron!"
Nicola swallowed. It's showtime! she told herself, and with that stepped
out to meet her adoring fans. A wave of cheers greeted her entrance. Nicola
stood blinking under the studio lights, unable to see them properly, but
certainly hearing them. Noise and heat buffeted her. Nicola felt hot and
sweaty, her small amount of clothing uncomfortable against her perfect body.
She smiled and waved, uncertain of what to do next. Kitten appeared, and
guided her by the arm toward the interview area. "You're doing great,
sweetheart," she whispered. "Just remember to relax and give the
folks out there the show they want to see."
From behind his desk, Tony arose, giving Nicola a chaste peck on the cheek,
and a not so chaste grope of her boob. Then Nicola settled down on the couch,
crossing her smooth legs and smiling coyly into the camera. Kitten sat next
to her, wrapping her arms around herself to make a shelf to rest her massive
boobs on.
"So, Nicola," Tony began, "I understand you have a cute
little nickname that you've come to be known as in Hollywood. Would you care
to share it with us?"
Nicola rolled her eyes theatrically. "It's Knickers."
"Knickers?" asked Tony. "Panties, as you Americans would
say," Nicola replied. Tony laughed. "How do you get a name like
that?"
"Well, it started when I was 17. I was at school, getting changed
for gym. Anyway, I was just taking my skirt off when I realized I wasn't
wearing any underwear. All the other girls noticed and started laughing at
me. From then on I was 'Knickers'." Nicola blushed 'remembering' the
incident. In fact her agent had dreamt it up for her when she came to Hollywood.
Tony laughed. "So, 'Knickers'. Tell us a little about yourself."
"Well, I was born in Melbourne, Australia. I was a professional model
there, starting when I was 16. A couple of months ago, though, I got a new
agent and he suggested I come over to Hollywood to become an actress. So
I took the plunge and here I am."
"Now, I understand that there's a slight difference between the kind
of work you did back home and what you're doing here in California."
"That's right, Tony. You see, I used to be such a terrible prude.
I would never've dreamed of taking my clothes off for a photographer."
"But all that's changed now?"
"Oh, you betcha. I work nude, I model nude, I act nude. I should
pretty much stop buying clothes."
The audience chuckled. The shy Nicola was melting away, replaced by the
exhibitionist Knickers who always wanted to be the center of attention. Knickers,
the gorgeous Aussie starlet with the killer bod who couldn't wait to show
it off. Nicola sat back in the couch, thrusting her chest forward and casting
sultry gazes down the camera lens. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, quickly
flashing her bare pussy, and eliciting a gasp from her audience. Nicola giggled
to herself, enjoying the tease. Even Tony looked flustered.
"Well... perhaps you'd like to tell us what your measurements are?"
he asked.
"Sure," Nicola replied. She stood up, and leaned toward the
camera, causing her top to fall open to give the craning audience a peak
at her luscious tits. "I'm 38," she cupped her boobs, "25",
her hands slid down her bare stomach, "35", ending up on her shapely
hips, barely covered by that scandalously short miniskirt. She smiled to
her audience, and was seated again. This time, she sat with her knees just
a little further apart.
"Not bad," murmured Kitten beside her, running a hand over Nicola's
arm.
Tony was really surprised by now. Perhaps he was unused to his guests
being quite so forward. "Perhaps we should move on... you've recently
finished your second movie, Bikini Stewardesses 2."
"Yes Tony," Nicola replied. "I've brought along a clip
tonight which really shows off my um, 'acting talent.'" She gave the
camera a wink.
"Let's roll that, shall we?" said Tony.
The lights dimmed, and all eyes turned to the big overhead monitor. It
was the 'recruiting' scene. Onscreen, Nicola was dressed in a skimpy halter
top and very short shorts, standing in a lineup with a number of other gorgeous
young women. Nicola's friend Jennifer, as Bikini Airways founder Melissa,
was dressed in the traditional Bikini Stewardesses outfit- blue bikini, little
blue cap, collar and cuffs, and a pair of gold wings clipped to a bikini
strap. 'Melissa' was giving the new recruits a stirring speech.
"So you wanna be a Bikini Stewardess? Well, we don't just take anyone.
My girls are the best of the best, always willing to do whatever it takes
to ensure our passages enjoy the best flight ever." She paused in front
of Nicola. "What's your name, sweetheart?"
Nicola snapped to attention, thrusting her impressive cleavage forward.
"Kelly," she replied. "Well, Kelly," asked Jennifer,
"do you think you've got what it takes to be a Bikini Stewardess? A
sky-bunny? A cabin-cutie? A mile-high maid? A First-Class Filly? An all-action,
all-smiling, don't-know-the-meaning-of-the-word-no one-woman inflight entertainment
center?"
Nicola thought about it for a moment, and then snapped back, "Will
all due respect ma'am, you can bet your pretty little ass on it."
Jennifer raised an eyebrow. "And what do you think makes you qualified?"
Nicola smiled. "These." With that, she reached behind her back
and popped the clasp on her halter-top. Her impressive boobs bounced into
view. Grinning, 'Kelly' stared out at her audience, pushing her tits together.
The studio audience clapped. On the couch, Nicola gave a shy smile to
their compliment to her obvious talent.
"Wow," said Tony, "that sure is a nice set of hooters you
were flashing there."
Nicola blushed. "Thank-you Tony."
"Yknow," Tony continued, "as much fun as it was seeing
you up there on the big screen, I'm sure we'd all enjoy seeing your 'acting
skills' displayed here in the studio."
It took a moment for Nicola to realize what he was asking. She smiled,
playing it coy. "Oh, I don't know about that Tony. Taking my clothes
off on live TV in front of an audience? I don't know if I could do something
*that* risqu ."
"Sure you could," Tony entreated her. "A gorgeous young
woman like you's got nothing to be ashamed of." Tony turned to his audience.
"How about it guys? Who wants to see Knickers give us a bit of a show?"
There was a roar of affirmation for the eager crowd of men, many of them
waiting on the edge of their seats in anticipation. This is what they had
paid to come see, a beautiful Hollywood starlet giving her all, and Nicola
wasn't about to disappoint them. This was her true moment of glory. She pretended
to think about it for a while longer. "Well..." She slipped the
tip of her finger into her mouth and gave a wicked grin. "OK."
Nicola stood up from the couch again. She stared down the camera lens,
seducing the audience with her hypnotic blue eyes. Slowly, she began to undulate.
Nicola closed her eyes, moaning softly. The camera was glued to her body,
following her every move. Nicola was grinding her hips in the air, making
love to an invisible partner. Once again, she felt a mysterious power of
lust and desire to be the center of attention take over body, casting off
her inhibitions. She wanted to be naked, she wanted men- and women- to see
her stark naked, to ogle her bare tits and glistening pussy. Nicola wanted
to be wanted to fuck. Arching her back and pushing her boobs forward, Nicola
reached behind her, feeling for the zip on her boob tube. She pulled it down
in a single motion. The garment fell off, but Nicola caught it and continued
to dance, teasing the audience, using it as a screen to cover her luscious
tits. Finally, she tossed it aside, baring her magnificent chest to her adoring
fans. Next came the skirt. Nicola grasped the hem, pulled in up, so that it bunched together
into a thin band of material riding high on her shapely hips. It really was
just a belt now, as Nicola tugged the hem up more and more of her muff was
revealed to the camera. She stopped, with just the bottom V of her crotch
exposed. She cast a naughty teasing look down the lens, and then slipped
the skirt down. It slid effortlessly down her legs, and lay like a puddle
of silk at her feet.
Nicola was now completely naked, except for her high-heels and the look
of absolute pleasure on her pretty face. She stopped moving and assumed a
classic model's pose- leg slightly forward, hands on hips, boobs out, chin
high. As enchanting in video and print as she was, Nicola nude in person
was quite a sight to see, and many of her audience would remember for a long
time. Staring out into their see of lust-crazed faces, Nicola wasn't about
to let an opportunity slip by.
"Remember guys, that's Bikini Stewardesses 2, starring me, in your
local video store from next month. Don't forget to rent it."
Her heart pounding, Nicola sat back down on the couch, feeling its soft
velvet tickle her bare bottom.
"Well, with that, I think we better go to a commercial break. But
stay tuned, cos we'll be right back when you can see even more of Nicola-
if that's possible- and we'll meet our next guest."
The Floor Manager shouted "Clear!", and they were off the air.
Kitten put an arm around Nicola and drew the nude starlet close to her, her
enormous left boob rubbing against Nicola's arm. "You were wonderful,"
Kitten purred. "Thanks," Nicola replied. "You were right,
this is fun!"
"Honey, there's more to come yet," replied Kitten. Was that
a wicked glint in her eye, Nicola wondered. Was there a surprise in store
for me?
"Back in 1!" yelled the FM. Kitten gave Nicola a quick peck
on the cheek. "Wait here, sweetheart, we have to go introduce the next
guest." With that, Kitten stood and joined Tony standing back in front
of the red curtain. Nicola wondered who it could be. Someone famous perhaps?
The studio lights came back up. The FM called the countdown into the show,
and they were back on air.
"Welcome back, you're watching 'The Tony Moroni Show'. Wow Kitten,
that Knickers is one hot broad," said Tony.
"Mmm, you can say that again Tony," Kitten replied. "I
wouldn't mind finding her after the show in my dressing room with a pair
of flying goggles and a stick of wet celery." Tony scrunched up his
face trying to picture *that*, and the audience chuckled.
"Well, thanks for sharing that Kitten," Tony said at last. "Who's
our next guest tonight?"
"Our next guest is also a rising young Hollywood starlet. She's been
a professional nude model since she was 18. She's appeared in several videos,
including Supermodel Skinnydip Party and Undercover Cheerleaders. Her
new movie, Bikini Quantity Surveyors hits the stores next month. Please
welcome, Miss Angela Monroe!"
Nicola's face fell. A tall, slim, raven haired beauty strode out from
behind the curtain, dressed in an elegant, if rather short, black cocktail
dress. It was Angela "Angel" Monroe, Nicola's bitter rival in Hollywood.
Since the day they met Angela had been cruel and nasty toward Nicola. Angela
practically threw herself at Tony, French kissing him with an enthusiasm
that drew howls of delight from the audience. Nicola scowled. This was not
going to be fun after all!
Kitten led Angela onto the couch, while Tony sat behind his desk. Angela
cast a scornful glance at Nicola before sitting down next to her. Nicola,
still naked, squirmed, feeling distinctly underdressed next to the sophisticated
Angela.
"Angela, I understand you have a little nickname too?"
"Yes, Tony. All my men friends like to call me 'Angel'." She
looked into the camera and fluttered her eyelashes, eliciting a collective
"ahhh" from the crowd.
Nicola gave a snort, but said nothing. Angela pretended not to hear her.
"You're a model, and an actress, just like Knickers here. I bet it's
a real tough profession."
"That's right Tony. Ysee, our industry is full of *foreigners*, so
Americans have to compete for jobs with them. Plus there are so many girls
who are total sluts who will do anything to land parts. It's hard for an
honest, American girl to earn a living." She cast several glances over
at Nicola, who was silently beginning to fume.
Tony had obviously twigged to the situation. He smirked and asked, "It
sounds like there's some real competition going on here in Hollywood."
"Not really, Tony," Angela replied, with a casual flick of her
hair. "It's just no contest. The lucky few of us with talent get the
leads, while the bimbo sluts just fuck their way to bit parts. For three
months at any rate, before they get deported back to where they came from."
Angela turned to Nicola for the first time. "You've been here for almost
three months now, haven't you?"
Nicola gave a forced smile. "Talent is something you're born with,
Tony. You've either got it..." she arched her back, emphasizing her
38 natural tits, "...or you don't." She gazed at Angela's chest.
The dark-haired beauty had much smaller boobs than Nicola, a sore point between
them (or rather, two sore points). Angela gritted her teeth, but didn't rise
to the bait. She took a deep breath, puffing out her perky, but petite bust.
"Unfortunately some actresses have all their talent in their tits."
"I guess that means no tits, no talent," Nicola retorted. Angela
was furious. Forgetting she was on TV, she rounded on Nicola and screamed,
"Slut!"
"Cow!"
"Bimbo!"
"Bitch!"
"You've never worn underwear in your life, *Knickers*."
"You can talk," Nicola retorted. "You're still wearing
the training bra your mum bought you when you were 12."
Angela gasped, her face a mask of shock at such an insensitive jibe. Nicola
realized she'd gone too far. Angela turned pink, then bright red. With a
scream she leapt across the couch at Nicola, grabbing her by the hair. Nicola
squealed in pain, and seized the front of Angela's dress. It tore easily,
her perky tits popping into view. Angela's hands were scrabbling at Nicola's
chest now, but as she was naked, her nails dug into Nicola's soft tits.
"Ladies, ladies, please," Tony said. "Remember where you
are."
The two starlets stopped. They turned to look at the studio audience and
the cameras, realizing they were catfighting on live TV. Tony smiled.
"I'm afraid we've got a little confession to make, haven't we Kitten?"
"That's right, Tony," she replied with a shrug.
"Ysee, we knew all along about your little feud, and that's why we
invited you both to be here tonight."
"What?" hissed Angela.
"We thought we'd help you settle this once and for all. And what
better way to settle an argument between two women, audience?"
"BIKINI OIL WRESTLING!" the crowd roared back. Nicola jumped
in surprise. Bikini Oil Wrestling? That's why they wanted her on the show?
"So what do you say, girls? You wanna strip down and oil up for us,
and get alittle payback at the same time? Winner will be whoever gives the
best show."
The feuding starlets were lost for words. Nicola finally found her voice.
"Sure. Why not? I said I'd be game, didn't I?" She turned to Angela.
The beautiful if bitchy model still sat with her small tits hanging out of
the front of her dress. She wore a viper's grin. "It would be my pleasure."
The audience applauded. But Nicola was worried. That was an awful glint
she spied in Angela's eye.
"OK, we're gonna take a quick commercial break, but stay with us
cos we'll be right back with more fun, plus the bikini oil wrestling grudge
match of the century, Knickers Baron versus Angel Monroe. You *do not* want
to miss that!"
Nicola once again stood naked in her dressing room, trying very hard to
ignore Scooter as he covered her body in oil. Why did she get herself in
for this? Bikini oil wrestling against her mortal enemy Angela Monroe on
live TV? Would that really catapult her to stardom?
At least Scooter was enjoying himself. It was hardly surprising. Nicola
was completely nude, and standing on a plastic sheet. Scooter had a dopey
grin on his face and a large tent in the crotch of his trousers. This particular
part of his job required him to personally make sure Nicola was oiled up
for the match. Excitedly, Scooter squirted more oil across Nicola's already
slick chest, and began to massage her bare boobs. As unattractive as Scooter
looked, Nicola had to admit he gave a great oil massage. His fingers squeezed
her tanned tits, skimming across her erect nipples. A familiar tingle was
dawning in her loins. It was not what Nicola needed right now.
"Could you do my bum please?" Nicola asked, turning to present
her rump to Scooter's magic fingers. "Ah, sure, Miss Baron!" Scooter
replied, his hands now massaging her ass cheeks. Nicola was pretty well greased
up by now, Scooter's eager hands had roamed across almost every nook and
cranny of her gorgeous body. She could see on the monitor that they were
out from commercial and Kitten was performing a comedy sketch. Still topless,
she was dressed as a chef in a supermarket, her enormous knockers hanging
over the front of her apron. Evidently, she was trying to get passers-by
to sample a particularly revolting brand of cheese-in-a-can.
Suddenly Nicola let out a gasp. Scooter's hands had found her labia and
were now oiling that up too. He gently held the tenderest part of her anatomy
between his thumb and forefinger, stroking it. Nicola looked down in surprise
at his buck-toothed grin. Who would've thought that geeky Scooter knew exactly
what to do with a woman's joy department? Nicola couldn't help herself, she
opened her legs to allow Scooter to probe deeper inside her. Scooter leapt
on the opportunity, his digits slithering deep inside her pussy. Nicola moaned.
The oil burned her sensitive cunt, but that was nothing compared to the desire
burning inside her as Scooter finger fucked her. She was grinding her hips,
fucking his hand back, her greedy pussy trying to suck more of his fist inside
of her.
Nicola came, her juices rolling down the inside of her bare legs, mixing
with the oil to create a musky odor of sex. Scooter, satisfied with a job
well done, sat back to admire his handiwork. Nicola's beautiful tanned body
was darkened further by the oil. She glistened in the light, her perky nipples
and full breasts, smooth stomach, and inviting crotch. Scooter handed Nicola
a white string bikini to wear. Nicola tied on the top to (just) cover her
boobs, while Scooter (his face inches from her pussy) tied the bottoms on.
"It's time now, Miss Baron," Scooter told her. Nicola adjusted
the bikini. It concealed very little of her body, the top consisted of small
triangles that covered her nipples but allow generous amounts of boobflesh
to hang free, whilst her bottom was displayed by the g-string that disappeared
between her ass cheeks, and reappeared as a tiny wedge of material that made
Nicola truly appreciate the ultra-close bikini wax. Nicola admired herself
in the mirror, and noted with satisfaction that she was devastatingly cute.
On the monitor the sketch was winding up. Kitten had hit upon the idea of
squirting dollops of cheese on her nipples, and male customers were lining
up to lick it off. Nicola steeled herself. It's showtime!
Tony was wearing an awful paisley jacket and sitting at his desk with an
old-fashioned microphone in front of him. He was going to play commentator
tonight.
"Alright sports fans! It's the Bikini Oil Wrestling match you've
all been dying to see! In the white trunks, weighing in at 38-25-35, all
the way from Melbourne Australia, 'Knickers' Baron!"
At the other end of the studio a spotlight flicked on to reveal-
Nicola dressed in her white bikini. She had been completely nude in front
of this audience just minutes ago, but now that she was wearing tiny swimsuit
she felt even more exposed to their lustful gaze. They were no doubt hoping
that Angela would soon tear Nicola's bikini off her glistening body. She
gave a nervous smile and waved. The audience clapped, whistled and even barked
in their excitement.
"And in the black trunks, weighing in at 32-22-32, from Trenton New
Jersey, 'Angel' Monroe!"
Another spotlight came on, revealing Angela wearing a black bikini and
also slippery with oil. She growled and flexed her biceps. Nicola noticed
with some alarm that Angela's slim body bulged with muscles. The audience
again went wild, though there were a few hisses and boos among the clapping.
Evidently Nicola wasn't the only one who saw Angela as the badgirl.
Between the two starlets was an inflatable children's paddling pool, as
oily as they were. Standing next to this was the referee: Kitten, dressed
in a cutoff black and white stripped shirt that barely covered her boobs,
and a black pair of hotpants. The busty beauty waved the combatants over
to the 'arena'.
"Alright girls," Kitten instructed them, her amplified voice
filling the studio, "I don't want a good clean fight. I want as dirty
a fight as can make it. Winner will be whoever puts up the best show. Now
I want you to kiss and go to your corners, then on the bell come out catfighting."
Both girls looked startled. Did she say kiss? Couldn't they just shake
hands? Awkwardly the two starlets leaned their heads together, their faces
almost touching. They hesitated, no-one was sure which way to go, and neither
wanted to bump noses with their nemesis on live TV. Finally Nicola broke
the impasse by kissing Angela on the cheek. Angela murmured in her ear, "In
a few moments, slut, you'll be kissing my ass."
"In your dreams, Little Miss Mini-Tits," Nicola whispered back.
Then they parted, taking a few steps back to the opposite ends of the paddling
pool.
The bell wrung! Nicola put on a stern face and stepped forward to meet
her enemy. Both girls adopted a fighter's stance, hands out ready to attack.
They circled each other, looking for an opportunity to attack. All around
them was the roar of the crowd and the babble of Tony's voice as he called
the fight.
Nicola's eyes roamed across Angela's near-naked body. She looked so good,
dressed in little more then a sheen of oil. Steady Knickers, this isn't the
time to be thinking about that! However, she noticed the knot holding her
bikini bottoms in place rode high on her shapely hip, the end dangling temptingly
down her thigh. Nicola narrowed her eyes, and made a grab for it. With cat-like
speed, Angela's left arm lashed out and blocked her, while her right arm
grabbed Nicola's wrist. Nicola squealed in surprise. Angela was holding her
tight with one hand, and with the other fought to tear at Nicola's bikini
top. The adorable Aussie panicked, Angela was much better at this than she
thought. Unable to dodge away, Nicola did the only thing she could. She leapt
forward, and grabbed Angela around the waist. The two near-naked bodies slithered
against each other. Nicola felt Angela's small boobs pressed against her
own, and for a brief moment she knew what it was like to have four tits.
Despite the torment Angela had heaped upon her, Nicola felt an erotic charge as
they held each other close. Angela wriggled frantically in Nicola's grasp,
unwittingly grinding their crotches together. Nicola suppressed a moan. She
reached behind Angela's back, searching for the knot that held her bikini
top in place, her fingers sliding across the bitchy starlet's oiled flesh.
Angela quickly twigged to the tactic, and with a shove pushed Nicola backwards.
She stumbled, falling to her knees. Angela stood over her, hands on hips,
her modest tits quivering with deep breaths. "Come on, you no-talent
Aussie bimbo. Come and get me." With a squeal, Nicola launched herself
at Angela. It was a mistake. Angela grabbed her by both arms, pinning them
to her sides. Nicola fought to break free but Angela was surprisingly strong.
Too strong. The momentum of Nicola's charge sent the pair swinging, and with
a painful thud Nicola fell face down on her boobs in the pool. Angela's fall
was more controlled, and she landed on top of Nicola, pinning her to the
floor. Nicola squirmed desperately, but with a knee in her back it was no
good. She was helpless and at Angela's mercy, all on live TV.
The crowd roared their delight. The studio cameras crowded around the
hapless Nicola, catching every angle of her predicament. She could see on
the floor monitor an evil grin of delight on Angela's face. "OK, you
win! Get off me!" Nicola squealed. From behind her Angela coldly replied,
"It ain't over yet. You heard the lady- we're supposed to fight dirty."
Angela suddenly released one of Nicola's arms. She flailed wildly, but uselessly.
Angela's free hand untied Nicola's bikini top, and with a good tug pulled
it out from beneath the pinned starlet. Nicola yelped. She looked up at the
audience. They were laughing now, applauding her dilemma. Kitten circled
the pool, but did not intervene. This was a fight with no rules. Nicola,
helpless, was humiliated. She started to blush, a deep red bloom on her cheeks
that spread down across the exposed top of her chest. But it seemed Angela
was far from finished.
The raven-haired beauty grabbed Nicola's one free hand. Nicola could feel
her tying something to the wrist. It was her own bikini top! Angela yanked
the captured hand across and began to bind it tightly to the other. Nicola's
hands were being tied behind her back with her own bikini top! She continued
to writhe, but with her hands bound it was an even more futile gesture, as
she wiggled like a worm in the oil. She could still kick, but Angela sat
back on her legs, pinning them to the ground as well.
Again, Nicola felt Angela's fingers loosen the knot that held her bikini
bottoms together. "Okey-dokey now, here we go," she said with an
evil smirk. There was nothing Nicola could do as her archenemy stripped her
naked in front of the jeering crowd. Angela tugged the remaining half of
her bikini free, and used it to tie Nicola's ankles together. Nicola was
now completely helpless. This was without a doubt the most humiliating moment
of her life. But still, Angela wasn't finished.
"How about a show, boys?" Angela called out to the audience.
The reply was an incoherent roar. Angela knelt down, hauling Nicola over
her knee. Her exposed bottom glistened enticingly under the hot studio lights.
Cackling with glee, Angela raised her right hand in the air.
SMACK. She brought it down on Nicola's backside. She let out a squeal,
more of shame than actual pain. Her face burned with embarrassment as she
choked back tears. Again Angela raised her hand, and brought another blow
down on Nicola's poor bottom. The audience was going wild- this was beyond
what they had hoped. Angela continued to spank Nicola at will, raining down
blows. At last she stopped, panting. Nicola's face and bottom were both bright
red. She peered out at the audience from behind strands of hair plastered
to her face with oil and sweat. "I think we know who the real winner
is tonight," Angela declared. She stood up, facing the crowd with a
victorious grin.
Kitten helped Nicola to her feet, pulling free her bonds. The Aussie starlet's
eyes were red and moist. Tony had come down from his desk and now stood near
the pool, regaling the audience with how wonderful a match they'd seen tonight.
With Nicola untied, Kitten stood between them, holding each by the wrist.
In a loud voice, she cried: "I declare the winner and champ-een Knickers
Baron!" With that, she raised the startled Nicola's arm above her head.
All hell broke lose. The audience was cheering, vocal in their approval
of Kitten's choice of winner. Angela was enraged and stunned. "WHAT?
Her???"
Tony led Nicola to the front of the stage. The naked starlet, still slick
with oil and a little red from the spanking, gave her fans a stunned smile.
"Thank-you, thank you all!" She cried, throwing them kisses.
"What the hell is going on here?" Angela demanded. "I won!"
Kitten gave a thin-lipped smile. "I believe I said the winner would
be whoever puts up the best show. Nicola definitely did that tonight."
Angela was stunned. "We'll see about that," she murmured through
clenched teeth. She took a step toward Nicola, but Kitten grabbed by the
wrist and spun her around. "We got one rule around here, sister, show
your tits and show 'em with a smile. I notice you're the only one still covered
up." Angela gave a snarl, and brought her fist back to punch Kitten.
The busty hostess didn't bat an eyelid. She gave an exaggerated shrug
of her shoulders. Her massive boobs swung up with considerable force and
crashed together on either side of Angela's head. She went down, knocked
out cold. Kitten smiled and patted her tits. "Good work, girls."
Oblivious to the fracas behind her, the naked Nicola basked in the adoration
of her fans. How many of them would rush out next month and rent Bikini
Stewardesses 2 she wondered. How many of them, their appetites whetted by
tonight's entertainment, would be salivating to see more of Nicola's body?
And willing to pay for the pleasure? She smiled, as she waved out at them.
Yep, she was pretty sure tonight had been a good move for her career.
END.
