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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.
This work, including the synopsis in the appendix,
are (C) 2001 the author. If you're interested in
making one of these ideas into a movie, drop me
a line. I can have a first draft within a week. :)
There is no Nicola. All characters are fictitious.
The situations are made-up, if somewhat inspired
by those 'Centerfold Screentest' videos. There
are a few names here that resemble those of real
people: those people never took part in the
fictional events portrayed, and no defamation is
intended. This is only a fantasy, so any similarity
to real persons and events is pure coincidence.
Authors note: I really should be writing my thesis.
For a writing exercise, I began this story. It sort of
fits into a cycle of stories about a young model
from Australia who winds up having adventures in
Hollywood. There may be more than this one
story in me, I don't know. Like I said, it's pretty
tame, more gratuitous nudity than sex. I hope you
enjoy it. If you want to drop me a line, I'm
sarah7932_killthisbitnofuckenspam@yahoo.co.uk
but please keep it relevant to this story, positive
or negative.
Bikini Audition (MF FF exhib)
"This will be a bikini audition," Nicola's agent had
told her. "Wear your string bikini, the pink one, it's
the most revealing. Of course, that's just for
starters. They'll expect you to show some skin."
"Uh-huh," was Nicola's only response to this, as
she jotting down the details of the audition. Less
than six months ago, she'd been a young model,
earning a living in her native Melbourne doing
fashion, swimwear and some lingerie work. The
thought of "showing some skin" had horrified her.
Then she'd found a new agent. Suddenly, nude
work didn't seem so bad. In fact, it was pretty
neat! She'd begun shedding her inhibitions, and
her clothes for her first nude layout in magazine,
when her agent suggested she move to Los
Angeles and start branching out.
"The movie's called 'Bikini Bandits'. It's a T and
A comedy, the usual stuff. You'll be reading for
the part of Kelly. I'll send you over a tape of their
last movie, 'Bikini Stewardesses' with your
audition piece- give you an idea of what the part
involves."
Nicola already had a fair idea of what the part
involved. It was the audition she was nervous
about. She stood nude in front of her bedroom
mirror, admiring her 20-year-old body. It was
flawless, no work done and none needed. She
had silky brown hair, and the bluest eyes ever.
Her breasts were perfect, large enough to sway
gracefully when she went bra-less, but no so
large that they sagged. Her nipples, soft and pink,
puckered as if expecting a kiss. Her stomach was
smooth and trim, not an ounce of fat, the legacy
of a model's diet and exercise regime. Nicola had
a rich, all-over tan, also a legacy from the old
days, but back then she'd got it through sun-bed
sessions, while these days she just saved herself
a few bucks and tanned nude in the backyard, not
caring who happened to be looking in. Her pubic
hair was trimmed into a furry stripe, leading down
toward her pussy. Nicola idly slide a couple
fingers into herself. The change in her career had
heightened her sexual desire. She had sex with
far more men these days, and even started
masturbating to get herself through the day.
"One last thing," her agent had said. "I've called
in a favor and got you the last slot in the line-up.
It's a big advantage to a girl, so don't waste it."
Nicola didn't quite know what he meant by that.
She'd only been in LA for a couple of weeks, and
only been to a couple of auditions. Mostly her
agent had set her up to "entertain" industry men.
Most of this entertainment had involved Nicola
performing impromptu strip revues in hotel suites,
or giving blow-jobs in limos to horny studio execs,
but she didn't mind. It was helping her career by
networking, and, to be honest, she was starting to
enjoy it.
That night, Nicola had learned her lines and
watched "Bikini Stewardesses". It was actually
quite funny, and the girls were very pretty. There
was lots of gratuitous nudity, but nothing Nicola
couldn't do herself. There were even a couple of
naked guys in there, though of course they didn't
get anywhere near the amount of exposure of the
female stars. In fact, Nicola mused to herself, the
girls are really the stars of the movie, the guys are
only there to add a romantic subplot.
Standing naked in front of her mirror, Nicola
began to tie her bikini on. It was, to say the least,
brief. The bottom consisted of a small, pink
wedge which covered her pussy, and then
disappeared into a thin string which slid
deliciously between her legs and up between her
butt cheeks. It tied together in a bow, which hung
conspiciously off the side, daring anyone to strip
Nicola nude just by giving it a gentle tug. The top
was just as brief, two small triangles which
covered the nipples, tied about Nicola's chest with
a thin spaghetti string. Her impressive cleavage
heaved precariously outward, and it looked like
Nicola's tits were about to burst forth at any
minute. The final touch was a pair of matching
high-heels, to showcase her model's legs.
She arrived at the audition, wearing a short
satin robe over her bikini, and carrying her
handbag. The building was a non-descript office,
in one of the quieter areas of Santa Monica.
Nicola entered, a little nervous. The receptionist
got her to sign a release, and directed her down
the hall to the waiting room. There were four
other girls, all dressed in bikinis, standing around.
Some did their make-up, others looked through
their audition pieces. No-one spoke. Nicola
smiled nervously to her competitors, but none
smiled back. Nicola stripped off her robe and
folded it into her bag. She adjusted the strings on
her bikini top, tugged at them to make her boobs
bounce. It didn't need adjusting, but she wanted
to psyche the others out abit.
A woman entered from a door marked "Private".
She was an attractive brunette, somewhere in her
20s, wearing a sexy but professional blue suit,
consisting of a short skirt, and a blouse opened
just enough to make out her bra-less breasts. Her
face was beautiful, but businesslike, with her gold
rimmed glasses and hair pinned back. Still, there
was something familiar about her.
"Good afternoon, girls. My name is Jennifer,
and I'm the production manager for 'Bikini
Bandits'. I know how nerve-racking these
auditions can be, so please just try and relax and
have some fun." She smiled at them, and Nicola
immediately felt herself at ease.
The five actresses filed through the door
Jennifer had just come through. Nicola felt like a
champion racehorse on display, a fine young
philly. Head up, chest proudly pushed out, she
strode in just as she used to do on the catwalk.
They entered what must be a conference room.
The end they were in was brightly lit by windows
and a skylight, and there was a video camera set
up near by. The gloomy far end held a circular
table, surrounded by chairs. Nicola could make
out someone sitting in one of the chairs, but it
was too dark to see. She knew from her limited
experience it was probably the director, or maybe
a producer.
Jennifer put the actresses in a prearranged line
up, with Nicola at the end on the right. She
guessed this was the "last slot" her agent
mentioned, but she failed to see how it helped
her. Jennifer looked down the room toward
whoever-he-was, and he gave her a nod.
"OK, girls, the movie's called 'Bikini Bandits', a
sexy comedy that's going to need a perky and
very uninhibited lead for the role of Kelly." Her
spiel was quickly putting the starlets as ease, and
Nicola could feel the earlier atmosphere dissolve.
Jennifer had a warm friendly smile, which she
beamed at the line-up of near-naked thespians.
"Pay will be triple-scale. The part does require
some nudity, but it's very tasteful." Yeah, right,
thought Nicola with a smirk. It's a real Halle Berry
part, right for the character and not just
gratuitous. "It can only be one of you," Jennifer
continued, "But I'll wish all of you the best of luck.
So, starting with the girl on the left down here, I
want you to introduce yourselves to us all."
The first girl, at the end furthermost from Nicola,
was a short blonde, with a pretty face and the
most enormous tits Nicola had ever seen.
However, she'd foolishly chosen a one-piece
swimsuit that hid most of her body. "Hi, I'm Darcy,
an aspiring actress from San Fernando."
"Done much work?" asked Jennifer. Darcy gave
a shy smile. "No, not yet. I've been to a few
auditions, though."
The next girl was also quite short, Hispanic,
with good sized boobs and a lovely sweet face.
"I'm Carina," she introduced herself. "I'm
spending my vacation in LA, and just trying to get
some summer work."
The third girl was another blonde, very tall and
skinny. She had quite small tits, but they pushed
her bikini top quite far out. Nicola ruefully
remembered that men liked skinny women with
perky breasts. "I'm Alison, and I've been in a
couple of movies already, hoping that 'Bikini
Bandits' will be next."
"Yeah? What other movies?"
"I had leads in 'Undercover Cheerleaders' and
'Kristi Ducati's Bikini School', and I just did a
video shoot in the Bahamas for a tape called
'Supermodel Skinnydip Party'."
"Good," replied Jennifer, making notes on a
clipboard.
The fourth girl was black, with lovely dark skin.
She, too, wore a string bikini, cunningly choosing
black to make it look like she was naked even
when wearing the suit. "I'm Julie, I'm a dancer,
but I want to branch out into acting."
"Do you mean stripper?" Jennifer asked.
"Uh, yeah," Julie replied. Silently, Nicola
breathed a sigh of relief. She's blown it now.
"Which club?" asked Jennifer. "Headlights," Julie
blurted. Yup, she'd definitely blown it. It was
obvious she didn't enjoy stripping, and was
embarrassed by her job.
"Hi, I'm Nicola," she introduced herself, smiling
for her audience. "But my friends call me
'Knickers'".
"That's a very sexy accent. Are you Australian?"
Jennifer asked.
"Thank-you, yes. I'm from Melbourne. I was a
model back home, but my agent has brought me
over here to try movies."
"What sort of modelling work did you do?"
Jennifer asked. Nicola smiled, she wasn't going to
make the same mistake as Julie. "Nude
modelling. I used to do fashion, but I reckoned my
best assets weren't being fully appreciated." She
gave a naughty smile, which got a laugh from
Jennifer. She made some more notes on her
clipboard, and then announced, "Alright, girls,
let's get those bikini tops off."
Nicola tugged at the string behind her back, and
then pulled her bikini top over her head. She
tossed her hair slightly as she did so, ostensibly
to free the tangle of bikini string, but also to allow
her now uncovered boobs to wobble. Alison, the
pro, didn't bat an eyelid either, and was quickly as
topless as Nicola. Julie quickly stripped off too,
but in Nicola's opinion it was a workmanlike
performance. Darcy looked momentarily
surprised, but seeing the other's removing their
tops, she began struggling to pull her impractical
one-piece down to her waist. Carina also took a
moment to take in the direction, but was soon out
of her top, too, her tawny tits swinging easily.
"Nice, very nice," said Jennifer as she surveyed
the bare-breasted starlets before her. Nicola
quickly slipped into a classic model's pose, chin
up, chest thrust forward, hands on hips, one leg
slightly forward, and an easy-going smile on her
lips. She had a fabulous rack, and she wanted
the unseen producer to know it. The other girls
stood a little uneasy, with hands at their sides. A
silence fell over the room, but this wasn't a
nervous silence, at least for Nicola. She was
happily topless, pointing her boobs in the
direction of her producer. She breathed easily,
her chest rising and falling with each breath. She
wanted them to know she loved to be naked,
would be perfect for any role that required nudity,
would be more than happy to shake her bare tits
on cue if the movie required it.
Jennifer moved back toward the dimly-lit
conference table. She leaned over to whisper
with the seated producer. Nicola noticed that, in
their current position, he could probably see down
Jennifer's blouse. Well, that just gave her an extra
pair of tits to compete with. She stretched,
cat-like, pushing her boobs further forward.
After they finished, Jennifer approached the
front of room. "Thanks. You can get dressed
again now." All five girls rearranged themselves
back into their bikini tops. Jennifer continued:
"Next, I'll have you do a reading one by one,
starting with Darcy. If the rest of you will return to
the waiting room."
Nicola filed out with the remaining three girls.
They sat in silence again. Nicola felt a little odd,
sitting around an office in the revealing bikini. It
was a bit like being naked in public. Sure, she'd
worn bikinis before, even in her old modelling
days when she'd been a total prude, but this was
different. Back then, she'd been modelling the
suit. Now, she was modelling her own body,
showing off as much of it as possible in order to
get the part. That was what was so good about
the change in her career, it made her feel so
aware of her own body. She was gorgeous, and
she wanted everyone to know it. Her sexuality
had been awakened. Nicola shifted her position in
the chair, crossing and uncrossing her smooth,
tanned legs. The plastic contours of the seat
seemed to grope her practically-bare ass. She
was getting horny again.
Jennifer would come in every half an hour or so
to bring in the next girl. Nicola never saw them
exit, so she supposed they were leaving by
another door in the conference room. They went
in the order of the line-up, leaving Nicola for last.
She sat, alone and nervous, thinking about her
audition. She needed to do something daring,
something really hot to grab their attention. Toss
the bikini now, and do the rest of the audition
nude? No, they'd want to see her strip. They'd
ask her to take it off at some point, but if Nicola
could anticipate that, and get herself naked
without them asking her, that would impress
them. She needed an excuse, some way to
"accidentally" loose what little clothes she had on.
Nicola was still thinking when Jennifer came for
her. "Nicola, come on in," she said, flashing that
warm smile of hers.
Nicola entered back into the office. To her
surprise, the room was now much better lit. She
could see the conference table clearly, and the
man who sat at it. He was middle aged, with grey
hair. He wore an open shirt, and Nicola could see
grey chest hairs peeking out. Jennifer led her
over to him. "Nicola, this is the producer of 'Bikini
Bandits', Mr. Spinetti."
"How do you do, Nicola," he said, and offered
his hand. As he was still seated, Nicola had to
bend over to shake it. As she did so, her top hung
open, and Nicola realised Mr. Spinetti could see
pretty much all of her boobs right down to the
nipple. Well, she thought, I might as well give him
a show.
"Please, call me Knickers. It's a pleasure to
meet you," Nicola replied, as he took her
proffered hand. She leaned further forward, giving
him a better view of her bulging tits. Mr. Spinetti's
eyes flashed from Nicola's face to her cleavage
and back again. Most of the front of her chest was
exposed by the bikini, and she could feel his hot
breath on her breasts. Nicola gave him a warm
inviting smile, letting him know it was OK to look.
He got the hint, and returned to staring at the
swell of Nicola's perfect bosom as it threatened to
pop out of her bikini top. "The pleasure is all
mine," Mr. Spinetti said without looking up from
Nicola's chest. He shook her hand, causing her
breasts to wobble. "That's a cute nickname. I bet
there's a funny story behind it."
"Yeah," Nicola replied. "I was 16, at school. We
had P.E. one day, only I forgot to wear any
underwear. I didn't remember until I was changing
into my P.E. gear. So the girls started calling me
Knickers. It kinda stuck with me." Nicola blushed
as Mr. Spinetti and Jennifer chuckled. In fact it
was a little white lie, her agent had dreamt up the
nickname a few months ago.
"Alright," said Mr. Spinetti, getting back to
business. "We're going to be taping this audition,
if that's OK?"
"That's fine," replied Nicola. Mr. Spinetti had
reluctantly torn his attention from the show, so
Nicola stood up straight to show off her body in a
different position.
"We're going to have you read, and then we'll
need to see you dance, and then... we'd like to
see you take some clothes off."
"Sure," said Nicola with a laugh, "I'm practically
there already." She ran her hand down her bare
stomach, emphasising her near-nudity.
Jennifer led Nicola over to her mark, and then
stepped behind the camera. The red light winked
on, and it was time for Nicola to convince Mr.
Spinetti to cast her. She put on her best party-girl
smile and looked down the lens as sexy as the
near-naked Australian starlet could.
"Hi, my name is Nicola, but you can call me
Knickers. I'm 20 years old, and a model and
aspiring actress from Melbourne, Australia. I'm
5'9", and my measurements are 38, 25, 35." Each
number was accompanied by her hands
indicating what was what; cupping her breasts,
sliding down her abdomen, and ending up on her
hips. "Are they real?" Mr. Spinetti asked, eyeing
her tits. Nicola giggled, "They sure are!"
"Alright, Knickers," said Jennifer, playfully
savoring the nickname. "The scene you'll be
reading is just after Kelly has been robbed by the
Bikini Bandits. You're standing on the highway
with your best friend, wondering what to do next."
Nicola, of course, already knew the piece off by
heart. For the sake of her career she only had to
pretend to be a bimbo, not actually be one.
"'Kelly!'" said Jennifer, reading the other part,
"'what happened to you?'"
"'I was robbed,'" Nicola replied. "'These masked
girls in bikinis held me up, stole all my money,
and took all my clothes!'"
Nicola mimed trying to cover her body, one arm
across her boobs, the other hand on her crotch.
She was wearing the string bikini, of course, but it
wasn't hard to imagine her naked. The part
required her to try and cover her tits without
actually covering her tits. 'Kelly' punctuated the
words with a casual flick of her hands, which of
course revealed the parts she was trying to hide.
"'I can't go to spring break naked,'" Nicola
continued, "'I'll need at least some clothes to take
off.'"
"'There's a bar not far from here,'" read Jennifer,
"'But with no money, I don't know what we'll do.'"
"'It's OK, men always tend to get real generous
when I'm naked,'" Nicola quipped.
"'It's a biker bar. Pretty rough crowd.'"
"'Well, I'll do anything to get some clothes.'"
Nicola emphasised the 'anything' to let the viewer
know they'll what to keep watching. "'Then I
swear I'll get those Bikini Bandits back for what
they did to me!'"
In the script, Kelly and her friend started to walk
down the highway.
"'This must be pretty embarrassing for you,'"
said Jennifer. "'Nah, it's OK,'" Nicola replied. "'I'm
a nurse. I'm used to people seeing me naked.'"
"'Don't you mean you're used to seeing other
people naked?'" read Jennifer.
"'No,'" Nicola replied with a naughty smile.
"Cut," called Mr. Spinetti with a laugh. "Great
Knickers, I love the way you play the humor in
that."
"Yeah, it's pretty funny." Nicola replied. It was
silly, but funny all the same.
"You're playing Kelly as quite witty and savvy,"
said Mr. Spinetti. "How about we go through it
again, this time with Kelly as quite ditzy and
blonde."
"OK." They ran through the scene again, this
time Nicola played Kelly as a bimbo. Her
expression became wide-eyed and vacant, her
voice became breathless and a bit higher. This
Kelly didn't get the connection between men
being generous to her and her being nude, or
why nurses shouldn't be seen naked by their
patients instead of the other way round.
Personally, Nicola found the first way funnier, with
Kelly using her body to gain an advantage,
knowing full well the effect of every bounce and
jiggle. It was more like Nicola's own approach to
life and her career.
Mr. Spinetti was satisfied with the second
reading. As Jennifer produced a cassette player,
he explained the next part of the audition: "There
are some dancing scenes in the movie, so we
need to see your stuff. Be sure to give it all you've
got, if you know what I mean." Nicola nodded.
She knew what he meant.
The tape began to play, a booming house beat.
Nicola began to dance. She let the primal throb
invade her body, and take over her movements.
She channelled the thump of the music into her
chest, making it the focus of her undulations.
Nicola threw her head back, and shook her chest
at the camera. Her tits swung violently, and the
inevitable happened. Nicola's right boob popped
out of her bikini top and bounced free.
Nicola stopped for a second. "Oh, I'm sorry,"
she said, and proceeded to slip the errant breast
back into its cup. "That's quite all right. Please,
continue."
She started dancing again. Of course, it had
been no accident. Nicola knew how to get a
producer's attention. She continued with the wild
movements, and, sure enough, her left boob also
made a bid for freedom, bouncing out of Nicola's
top and quivering gently.
She stopped again. "Would it be OK if I just
took this off?" Nicola asked innocently. "Sure,"
replied Mr. Spinetti, "Go right ahead." Nicola
untied her top and tossed it aside. That was
definitely better. Unencumbered by the bikini,
Nicola's tits stood proudly on display. The lack of
tan lines let everyone know that being naked was
second nature to her. Nicola's nipples were hard
with excitement. She started dancing again,
feeling more natural and relaxed. Nicola shook
her boobs wildly, grinning into the camera. The
gyrations we a kind of reality test for her tits, in
this situation falsies would flap sickeningly on her
chest, while the genuine article bounced
smoothy, following the natural rhythm of the rest
of her body. Nicola's perfect tits passed the test
with flying colors. She switched her gaze from the
camera to Mr. Spinetti. He sat transfixed, his eyes
shining at the sight of the topless twenty-year-old
dancing for him. There was a tell-tale bulge in his
pants. Nicola smiled, pleased. She was making
good points.
"Thanks, that's enough," Mr. Spinetti said at
last. Jennifer stopped the tape. Nicola was out of
breath from the exertion, her chest rising and
falling rapidly as she got her puff back.
"Mmm, nice tits," Jennifer murmured. "That's
wonderful, that really is," said Mr. Spinetti, clearly
impressed with Nicola's talent. "Thank-you," she
replied, to both of them.
"Well, the only thing left to ask you about is the
nudity. Do you have a problem with that?"
Nicola laughed. She stood, hands on hips,
smiling at my Mr. Spinetti, letting him drink in the
site of her exquisite body with nothing between
him and her pussy but a thin strip of material.
"Why not? I'm nude now aren't I?" She trailed her
forefinger between her breasts, reminding him or
her state of undress, as if he could forget.
"Honey, this is topless. I'm talking full-nudity. To
an agent, that's the difference between and
double and triple scale. To an MPAA censor,
that's the difference between an R and an
Unrated cert. And to the average slob in the video
store, that's the difference between seeing your
tits or seeing your tits and your bush."
Nicola gave a naughty smile. She tugged at the
bow that secured her bikini bottoms. They fell at
her shapely feet. She stood before them now,
fully naked. Jennifer and Mr. Spinetti's gazes fell
upon the enchanting stripe of pubic hair at
Nicola's crotch. It was, like the rest of her, free
from tan lines. The only sound was the whir of the
video camera. "How's this?" Nicola asked
playfully. She slipped into a model's pose,
bringing her hands up behind her head, which
lifted her tits toward the audience. She continued
to run her fingers through her long chestnut hair,
smiling seductively. She widened her stance abit,
opening her legs, giving tempting glimpses of the
opening of her pussy. Mr. Spinetti finally
remembered what he was supposed to be doing,
and starting giving Nicola directions.
"Turn slightly, give us a profile. Nice." Nicola
turned her body, edging her ass toward the
camera. "Turn all the way around." She did so,
and looked back over her shoulder with a
kittenish smile. "Nice, very nice." Nicola turned
back facing him, hands on hips, standing on
tip-toe. Her boobs bounced deliciously as she
moved. Her nipples were hard bullets. She
couldn't stop smiling. She loved being naked,
loved showing off. How different Knickers was to
the Nicola of only a few months ago. She giggled,
causing her tits to shake.
"Great, thank-you," said Mr. Spinetti at last. He
clearly had enjoyed himself as much as Nicola.
"That's all for now." Jennifer switching the camera
off.
"Thanks," Nicola replied with a laugh. "It was
fun."
"Listen," Mr. Spinetti asked. "How'd you like to
have dinner with me, right now?"
"Well, all I've got to wear is my bikini," she
gestured to her swimsuit, which was still lying on
the floor.
"That's OK, we can go to my place. Very
private, you can wear whatever you like."
Suddenly, Nicola realised that this was the
advantage being last gave her- she was the one
he was asking back to his place for 'dinner'. She
smiled, "They'd be great."
Nicola retrieved her bikini and starting to tie on
the top. Jennifer knelt by her waist. "Here, let me
help you." She slipped Nicola's bikini bottoms on
her, and tied up the string. Jennifer's face was so
close to Nicola's bottom that she could feel her
warm breath on her skin. Nicola wondered if
Jennifer's interest in her body was entirely
professional or, like Mr. Spinetti, she had the hots
for her. Finished, Jennifer patted Nicola on her
shapely behind. "There, all done."
It was late afternoon as all three walked out into
the car park. It was a typically hot LA day, and
Nicola felt comfortable in just her bikini. Mr.
Spinetti approached a black BMW, with the
license plate "TA".
"Why don't you ride me? Jennifer can take your
car," suggested Mr. Spinetti. As Nicola's car was
just a Honda, she jumped at the chance to ride in
a Beamer. After handing her keys to Jennifer,
Nicola sat into the leather seat of Mr. Spinetti's
car. She gave a yelp- it was hot against her bare
skin. Mr. Spinetti chuckled. Nicola slid back into
the seat, her bare bottom slipping sensuously
across the leather. It was rather more comfortable
than the plastic chair. She wriggled, producing a
few rude noises, but very pleasurable sensations.
The string bikini rode up on her, slipping between
her pussy lips. Nicola let out a second sound, this
one of groan of satisfaction. She didn't bother to
adjust her suit, and she could feel herself begin to
moisten. Nicola hoped Mr. Spinetti didn't mind too
much her leaving a snail trail on his leather
upholstery.
They rode northward along the Pacific Coast
Highway. Nicola still didn't know her way around
LA very well. She sat enjoying the ride, wearing
nothing but her string bikini. She wondered what
would happen if they got pulled over, but she
guessed attire like hers was pretty common on
the roads.
"How did you feel about the audition?" Mr.
Spinetti asked.
"It was good," Nicola replied, then added, "It
kinda felt like you weren't so much as auditioning
me as auditioning my tits."
He laughed in reply. "Yeah, I guess we were."
"Well, did my tits get the part?" Nicola asked.
"We'll see."
Finally, they pulled up to a large house that
looked to Nicola like a mansion, a beautiful old
villa surrounded by desert hills. It lay among a
wide sprawl of well-manicured lawns. As Mr.
Spinetti parked the car, she stood out front
admiring his home. "Wow," she said. "Impressive,
isn't it?" asked Mr. Spinetti. "It's huge," breathed
Nicola. "I didn't realise you made so much
money."
"You mean, out of making such low-rent
movies? It's the overheads," he said, leading her
inside. "Something like 'Pearl Harbor' costs 300
million. But it won't even make that back at the
box office. 'Bikini Stewardesses' cost 300
thousand. It's made nearly fifty mill world wide so
far. Course, not all that money goes to me, but as
I'm principal investor, I get the biggest share. And
then a big chunk of that is going into 'Bikini
Bandits'. And the profits from that into the next
project. It snowballs."
Nicola's eyes lit up. A slice of $50,000,000. This
was the kind of money she wanted to make in
Hollywood. If baring her tits in cheesy T & A
movies was the way to do it, then so be it.
He gave her the grand tour. Nicola had ditched
her heels, and was now padding around the
marble floors in her bare feet. As he took her
around, Mr. Spinetti was finding more excuses to
touch Nicola's body, guiding her with an arm
slipped around her waist. He was also more
interested in the view that Nicola presented to
him. It was all very casual, and they continued to
chat as he groped her ever more adventurously.
"I'll make maybe 5 feature movies a year. Then all
the taped auditions for those, like yours this
afternoon, get put together in a compilation. I'll
make maybe 2 or 3 of those." Nicola was
beginning to realise that her audition hadn't
ended when the camera stopped rolling. As he
held her close, he brazenly peered down her
bikini top at her tits. Nicola smiled, encouraging
him to go further. "I'm always on the look-out for
new talent," leered Mr. Spinetti. "You're on the
look-out for something," Nicola replied with a
smirk, feeling like one of the characters in his
movies. They walked on.
"And this is the master bedroom," announced
Mr. Spinetti. Before her stood a magnificent
four-poster bed, draped in silk, like something out
of an old romantic movie. Nicola felt Mr. Spinetti's
hand slide from her waist down her lower back to
rest gently on her ass. "It's beautiful," she
breathed.
Suddenly, someone entered the room. Nicola
turned, surprised to see who it was.
"Dinner will be ready soon," said Jennifer. She
gave Nicola a sly smile.
"Knickers, why don't you go down stairs with
Jennifer," Mr. Spinetti said. "I got a few things to
catch up on first."
Nicola followed Jennifer downstairs to the
spacious lounge. "Drink?" she asked. "Um,
G&T?" Nicola replied.
After fixing the drinks, Jennifer let out a sigh of
exhaustion. She unpinned her hair and shook it
loose, framing her pretty face in brunette locks.
"God it feels good to unwind," she said. Jennifer
kicked off her shoes, and then to Nicola's
surprise, unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the
floor. Nicola could see she was wearing white
lace panties, barely covered by the white shirt.
Jennifer undid a few more buttons, but otherwise
left it on. She slumped into a chair opposite
Nicola, and raised her long legs to put her feet on
a footrest. Nicola should see a brown nipple
peaking out at her through the open blouse.
Suddenly, she recognised Jennifer.
"Hey, you played Melissa in 'Bikini
Stewardesses'!"
"Guilty," Jennifer smirked.
"But I thought you were a production manager?"
"I was, too, on 'Bikini Stewardesses'. But three
days before shooting, our lead actress got cold
feet. Or cold tits, if you've ever seen 'Takin' It
Off'.
Anyway, we needed to recast at the last moment.
I gamely stepped into the breach." She took a
long gulp of her drink. "I was soooo nervous, it
was the first time I'd ever been naked in public.
Mr. Spinetti tried to be really nice, schedule all the
clothed scenes first, but as ex-production
manager I put my foot down and insisted on an
efficient shooting order instead. So I wound up
with a nude scene on my first day." She laughed.
"It must've been tough for you."
"It was at first. But I really got into it. By the
time
we wrapped, I would forget when I had clothes on
and when I didn't. The director would call 'cut',
and I'd wander around the set stark naked."
"Do you think you'll do it again?"
"Oh, sure," Jennifer replied. "Tomorrow, in fact.
We're doing the DVD release of 'Bikini
Stewardesses'. One of the special features will be
exclusive galleries of all the girls. So I've got a
nude photoshoot tomorrow morning." She
giggled. "And 'Bikini Stewardesses' was so
popular that we're going to do a sequel after
'Bikini Bandits'." As she sipped her drink, a
naughty smile crept across Jennifer's lips. "Do
you remember the scene where Melissa and
Debbie distract the FAA inspector by making
out?"
"Yeah?"
Jennifer gave a smug smile. "That was the first
time I'd ever had sex with another girl."
Nicola sipped her drink, and wondered who was
going to get her into bed first, Mr. Spinetti or
Jennifer. Or would it be a tie?
Jennifer patted the spot on the sofa next to her.
"Why don't you come and sit by me?" Nicola
smiled and moved over beside her. The brunette
looked at her with soft brown eyes. "Have you
ever had sex with another woman?" she asked.
"Once, I..." But Nicola trailed off. She was lost in
those eyes. She parted her lips and leant forward.
Jennifer slipped and arm around her naked waist
and pulled Nicola toward her. Their lips met, and
they kissed. Nicola obediently opened her mouth,
and let Jennifer slip her tongue inside. She was
soon probing deeply down Nicola's throat. It was
not like being kissed by a man, gentle and
passionate at the same time. Nicola sucked
greedily on her tongue. She felt Jennifer's fingers
at her chest, tugging aside the right panel of the
bikini top. Fingers danced around Nicola's nipple.
It sprung to attention, red and hot, demanding to
be suckled. Nicola was really getting into the
mood when Mr. Spinetti entered the room. He'd
changed into swim shorts and a Hawaiian shirt.
"Come on, girls," he said playfully, "dinner's
getting cold."
Jennifer stood up and followed her boss into the
dinning room. Nicola, a little disappointed, slipped
her nipple back into place, and joined them.
It was a delicious meal, a simple pasta dish that
Mr. Spinetti boasted was his own recipe. As they
ate, the conversation remained light, but Nicola
could sense her hosts hungrily eyeing up her
boobs as they swung barely contained by her
bikini top. Nicola now felt perfectly at ease in the
revealing swimsuit, it was the most natural feeling
in the world to walk around with her ass bare and
her tits practically hanging out. They talked about
Nicola's home, which the two Los Angelites were
curious about.
"Is it true it's all topless sunbathing in
Australia?" Mr. Spinetti asked.
"Uh-huh," Nicola replied. "Along the Gold
Coast, it's nothing but bare boobs as far as the
eye can see!"
"I'd love to go there," Jennifer said wistfully.
"Try
and sunbathe topless here and they lead you
away in handcuffs."
"Did you do much topless sunbathing?" Mr.
Spinetti asked. Nicola shook her head. "Believe it
or not, I used to be really shy."
"But you used to model nude?"
"Yeah, but before then I was with this agency in
Melbourne. My agent Ally always steered me
away from that sort of work. Only catwalk,
fashion, swimwear, lingerie. All very tame. I used
to be so prissy back then." Nicola wrinkled her
nose in distaste. "But then I got this new agent.
He made it clear that I was wasting my talent
doing all that sort of stuff. He convinced me I had
a fantastic body, and if I showed more of it off, I
could make alot of money. So I agreed to pose for
a nude shoot. I was really nervous, but it turned
out great."
In actual fact, Phil the photographer had known
Nicola for some time, and had always been trying
to get her to pose nude for him. She'd refused
him though, calling him a pervert. When, thanks
to her new agent, Nicola had finally relented and
agreed to bare all, it was Phil she was sent off to
pose for. Nicola ended up really enjoying herself,
though, spending a very nice evening cavorting
naked around his studio. Afterward, she'd really
felt bad about the way she treated him. She'd
been a complete bitch, and all he wanted was to
see her nude. To make it up to Phil, Nicola had
fucked him there on the set. He got some photos
of that too, for his private collection.
"That set was published in 'The Picture', that's a
girlie magazine we've got done there. Then I went
on and did a set for Australian Penthouse. My
agent said I was coming along nicely, and
thought it was time I came over here to try my
luck at movies."
"And here you are," Mr. Spinetti said with a
hungry look in his eye. "And here I am," Nicola
replied.
They finished up the meal. Jennifer took the
dishes into the kitchen and started to stack them
in the dish washer. Mr. Spinetti disappeared
through the French windows. Nicola gave
Jennifer a hand. "So, do you live here too?" she
asked. Jennifer shook her head. "I have a place
in Pacific Palisades. I just, uh, 'sleep over'
sometimes."
From somewhere outside, Nicola could hear
Mr. Spinetti calling for her. "You'd better go,"
Jennifer said. "The final part of your audition."
Nicola padded outside, enjoying the Californian
sunset on her bare skin. She wandered down the
garden, following a brick path amongst a sea of
ferns. Nicola wondered if the others girls would've
been as eager as she was, if they'd had the
coveted last position. She guessed the pros
Alison and Julie would, while newbies Darcy and
Carina would balk. Or maybe it would be the
other way around, with the professionals figuring
they didn't need it, and the beginners desperate
for a break. Nicola shook the question aside. She
was the best girl for this part. She had the best
body, and she was the most willing to show it off.
And that was why she was going to get the part.
Nicola emerged from the greenery to find herself
standing beside a bubbling hot and very inviting
jacuzzi. Mr. Spinetti, lounging in the water,
grinned up at her. "Why don't you toss the suit,
and come join me?"
Nicola smirked, feeling naughty. She wanted to
tease him. "I don't know. The purpose of a bikini
is to go bathing in. I've been wearing this all day
and I haven't been near water. It would rather
defeat the purpose to take it off now."
Mr. Spinetti laughed. "Honey, the purpose of
that bikini is to show off that fantastic body of
yours. It would fulfil that purpose a whole lot
better lying on the ground over there."
Nicola giggled at the logic. She tugged at the
bows on either side of her hips. Her
whisper-small bikini bottoms slid to her ankles.
She reached behind her, and untied the top. It
popped free, baring her tits. The
no-longer-needed bikini was thrown into the
garden. Nicola stood by the jacuzzi, posing for
Mr. Spinetti, much as she'd done before. But this
time it wasn't his producer's eye he cast over her.
It was naked lust. Mr. Spinetti wanted to fuck
Nicola, and she wanted to let him. "Well, what do
you think?" she asked, cupping her boobs.
"Mmm-mm, you are one damn fine piece of
ass," he replied. "You'll go far in this business,
trust me."
Nicola slipped into the water beside Mr.
Spinetti. He wrapped his arm around her slender
waist, pulling her toward him. Nicola's hand
moved to his submerged lap, and found his bare
cock, hard and eager for her starlet pussy. Mr.
Spinetti's mouth went to Nicola's left nipple, and
began to suck greedily. Waves of pleasure
travelled up her body. She caressed his cock,
trailing her manicured nails across his balls. At
her chest, Mr. Spinetti switched his attention to
her right nipple.
"I want you," Nicola moaned. "I need you here
in my pussy." Mr. Spinetti complied, slipping two
fingers into Nicola. Her greedy cunt slurped them
down, and she began to fuck his hand, bucking
her hips in the water. Nicola returned the favor,
pumping his cock in her hand. It was thick and
hard. Nicola was even hornier than she realised,
and soon she was moaning aloud in ecstasy, her
voice echoing across the neighbourhood.
Nicola felt Mr. Spinetti withdraw his hand from
her cunt. He turned her around, and Nicola
noticed Jennifer sitting naked on the other edge
of the jacuzzi, her legs trailing in the water. Her
thighs were apart, and Nicola could she her
glistening nether-lips. "Come on, baby," Jennifer
whispered. "Come and get some pussy."
Nicola moved through the water toward her,
guided by Mr. Spinetti. Jennifer leant back,
resting her head on a towel at the pool's edge.
Nicola knelt on a shelf in the jacuzzi, leaning
forward into a position where she was directly
over Jennifer, with her ass in the air. Nicola and
Jennifer began to make out, their tongues swirling
around and then diving into each other's mouths.
Nicola could feel Mr. Spinetti taking up position
behind her. Her pussy lips were hot and raw, both
from the water and burning need to be fucked.
His hands were on her hips, holding her,
positioning her. Nicola felt her new producer's
hard cock against her pussy lips. Still kissing
Jennifer, she reached behind her to slide him into
home. With a slurp, Mr. Spinetti's cock slid
effortless into Nicola's cunt. She let out a moan of
pleasure. Her flat model's stomach muscles
began to ripple with what would be the first of
many orgasms that night.
Needless to say, Nicola got the part. It was just
the start of her adventures in Hollywood.
END
Appendix:
Brief synopsis of movies mentioned. None of
these titles actually exist, so don't go down to
Blockbuster and ask if they've got em.
"Bikini Bandits"
Enroute to Spring Break, co-ed Kelly (Nicola
Baron) is waylaid by Texas' most underhand, and
underdressed, outlaws the Bikini Bandits.
Stripped of her money, and her clothes, Kelly
takes to dancing at a local bar to earn enough
cash to pay her way back across country. But first
she vows revenge upon the Bikini Bandits, by
beating them at their own game.
"Bikini Stewardesses"
When young businesswoman Melissa (Jennifer
Dempster) inherits her uncle's failing small-time
airline, it seems nothing can save it from
bankruptcy. A late night movie provides the
answer, and Melissa tries outfitting her
stewardesses in bikinis as the key to sex-cess.
But trouble is brewing as a rival airline AirGlobal
tries to shut them down. It's up to Melissa to trade
her suit for a bikini, and make sure her
passengers enjoy one wild ride.
"Bikini Stewardesses II: The Next Generation"
Fresh from graduation, Kelly (Nicola Baron) sets
her sights on Bikini Airways as a job with fun
possibilities. Buckle up and prepare to fly the very
friendly skies, as Kelly and the other aspiring
Bikini Stewardesses love, laugh and strip their
way to hilarity at 30,000ft. But it's not just eager
passengers the girls must deal with, as AirGlobal
again tries to muscle in on the sexy action. Guest
starring: Jennifer Dempster ("Bikini
Stewardesses").
"Kristi Ducati's Bikini School"
Sexy superstar Kristi Ducati (herself) finds that
running a modelling school is much harder than
just being a model. When they enter an
international bikini modelling contest, with
$500,000 prize money up for grabs, Kristi and her
sexy students will stop at nothing to win. This is
one beauty pageant that gets down to the bare
essentials, but these girls give it all they've got
for
some very sexy fun.
"Supermodel Skinnydip Party"
Filmed on location in the Bahamas, this sensuous
video takes six gorgeous supermodels and lets
them loose in their natural habitat: buck naked.
"Supermodel Skinnydip Party" lets you the viewer
see what goes on- and what comes off- behind
the scenes at an exotic photoshoot. It's your
passport to paradise. Starring: Tammy Parks,
Alison Lamont, Leslee Bremmer, Bunny, Angela
Monroe and Busty Muffins.
"Undercover Cheerleaders"
Chaos threatens when supervillian Artemis Blarb
("Austin Powers 2"'s Verne Troyer) vows to
destroy the 1999 Bikini Cheerleading
Championships unless he is paid 1 million dollars!
It's up to LA's hottest cop Kitten Magee (music
sensation Britney Moore in her acting debut) to
suit up and strip down in the sexiest undercover
operation you'll ever see. Will America's right to
T&A be taken away by the forces of evil? Only
Kitten and her crack team of cheerleading cuties
can save the day.
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