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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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