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Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude words. The 
decency laws in most states would require it not be read by persons under 
18, or, in some places, 21. 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 is (C) 2001 the author. 



There is no Nicola. All characters are fictitious. The situations are made-up. 
This is only a fantasy, so any similarity to real persons and events is pure 
coincidence.



Author's note: This is the second "Nicola Adventure" following on from 
"Bikini Audition". I suggest you read the first story, it introduces the main 
character Nicola, an aspiring model-turned-actress who comes to 
Hollywood from her native Melbourne (Australia). Please don't email me 
asking for this story, you can find it in a Usenet archive such as deja or 
possibly ASSM's own archive. I hope you enjoy this story. 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. I'd like to thank 
everyone who wrote to me regarding "Bikini Audition". Your feedback and 
encouragement led me to write a second story, and there will almost 
certainly be more.



Hollywood Party Hostesses (MF M+F interr exhib)



Typically, the phone rang as Nicola was in the shower. She answered it, 
her tanned body glistening with water.

   "Hi Knickers, it's Scott Keen."

   "Scott, hi!" Nicola replied warmly. "It's great to hear from you. Especially 
since I'm wet and naked."

   Scott Keen was a casting agent. Not just any lowly, B movie casting 
director- he cast for big Hollywood features. Nicola had just wrapped on 
Bikini Stewardesses 2, and while the B biz was good to her, Nicola wouldn't 
say no to a part in a major motion picture.

   "Listen," said Scott, "I just had a real interesting conversation with your 
agent. He said it'd be cool if you come work one of my parties this 
weekend."

   "A party?" Nicola asked. Scott's parties were legendary wild. He'd hire a 
couple of aspiring actresses to come along and serve as hostesses for the 
evening. It was extra money, and a great way to do some networking. 
Nobody really knew for sure what went on at these soirees, though. To 
protect Scott's reputation, neither the guests nor the girls talked about 
them. But there were rumors, stories of naked starlets waiting hand and 
foot on Hollywood bigshots, willing to do anything to land even a bit part in 
a movie. Nicola's heart skipped at the thought. Since arriving in Hollywood 
from Melbourne, she'd experienced the hedonism of the town. Every 
adventure brought her one step closer to her goal of stardom, and gave her 
pleasures she'd never known before. "And just what would be expected of 
me?" she asked, coyly.

   Scott laughed. "Oh, nothing much. You'll be serving the guests. Food, 
drinks... that sort of thing."

   Nicola could almost hear the inverted commas around 'that sort of thing'. 
"Wow, I'm so glad you thought of me. I'd love to be a hostess at your party," 
she replied.

   "OK, sweetheart, it's 8 o'clock Saturday night. I'll send a car to pick you 
up. Wear your sexiest evening gown, and be prepared for the most fun 
you've ever had."

   Nicola thanked Scott again, and put the phone down. A Hollywood party 
hostess! She thought of the doors this would open for her. And just imagine 
what goes on in one of those things! Nicola shivered with delight. Or maybe 
she was shivering because she was still wet and naked?

   At almost seemed like Saturday would never come. Nicola hadn't been 
this excited since she was a little girl, waiting for Christmas morning. She 
went shopping to pick out just the right dress to wear. She settled on a 
slinky, low-cut red dress that clung to her body. Nicola also decided upon 
matching red panties as well, though no bra. The short skirt showed off her 
gorgeous tanned legs, while the plunging neckline precluded anything from 
being worn underneath, presenting Nicola's juicy breasts for all to see. As 
she got dressed, Nicola realised that if she bent over too much, she'd be in 
grave danger of popping out. Given that she was going to be serving 
drinks, there was a pretty good chance she'd be putting on a show for her 
guests. Oh well, Nicola thought with a naughty smirk. As Jennifer Aniston 
once said, who cares, I've got great boobs.

   Saturday night found Nicola dressed in her new gown, being carried 
through the city in the limo Scott had sent for her. It was a typically cool, dry 
LA evening, and as Nicola looked out the tinted windows with night 
gathering, she felt like a movie star on her way to a premier. She closed 
her eyes, indulging in her favourite fantasy- being chauffeur driven to the 
Chinese Theatre on Hollywood Boulevard, wearing nothing but a fur coat, 
diamonds, and a great big smile.

   They stopped outside Plaza Hotel. The driver stepped out and opened to 
door for Nicola. A little lost in her movie-star fantasy, Nicola stepped out, 
imagining a red carpet lay at her feet, surrounded by dozens of 
photographers calling her name.  She smiled at them, blowing them 
imaginary kisses. The doorman looked her up with a leer. Nicola flashed 
the elderly gent her warmest smile as she breezed inside. 

   It wasn't a fantasy that, as she crossed the lobby, everyone turned to look 
at her. Everyone wanted to see who this supermodel brunette was, with the 
slim, tanned body packed into the tiny red dress. Every step made Nicola's 
boobs jiggle delightfully within the confines of her red dress. Nicola felt 
them undressing her with her eyes, and gave a proud toss of her hair as 
she strode past them and into the elevator. The operator, a young black 
man, eyed her up with a smirk, enjoying the view. "The penthouse suite, 
please," Nicola said. Still grinning, he replied, "Yes ma'am," and punched 
up the top floor. On the ride up, Nicola again felt butterflies in her stomach. 
A little anxious, she ran her fingers down the exposed part of her cleavage. 
What would it be like? What debauchery awaited her? Nicola could hardly 
wait to find out.

   Scott Keen met her at the door. He was a devastatingly handsome man 
in his late 20s, with brown hair, blue eyes, and a smile that made Nicola 
want to drop her knickers on the spot. In her career, Nicola was often 
required to fuck unattractive men, but Scott Keen was one man she was 
more than happy to oblige.  They kissed passionately, Scott slipping his 
tongue inside Nicola's mouth and swirling it around her own. He slid his 
hands down her waist to her ass, and gently massaged each cheek. Nicola 
moaned into his mouth, and pulled his thigh against her crotch. They 
continued to make out for a little longer, Nicola rubbing her pussy against 
his leg. Finally they broke apart.

   "God, Knickers," Scott breathed, "you're sure horny tonight."

   "Oooh, yes," she whispered, running her hands across his chest. Scott 
laughed in reply. "Come on in and meet your co-hostesses." Scott took her 
by the arm and led her into the suite. "Knickers, meet Angel and Dizzy."

   Nicola's face fell. Angela "Angel" Monroe. The slim, raven-haired beauty 
eyed Nicola up with a contemptuous smirk. They'd met before, been up for 
some of the same parts, and had quickly become bitter rivals. To have her 
here too, on what was to be the greatest night of her career, was a terrible 
blow. Nicola forced a smile, trying to be polite. Angela was dressed in a 
jet-black minidress, slit so high on the leg that most of that side of her body 
was bare. She had a fairly small bust, so her short skirt was designed to 
accent her creamy thighs, and perhaps a flash of something more.

   The other girl Nicola barely knew. Her name was Darci "Dizzy" Clay, a 
bubbly blonde with (by all accounts real) 44-inch boobs. She was dressed 
in a strapless white gown that showed off generous amounts of her upper 
chest. Nicola had only ever seen her once, at a barbecue, dressed in a 
tight, beer-soaked t-shirt that read "I wish these were brains", giggling 
inanely as two guys stuffed hotdog weiners down the front of her cut-off 
denim shorts.

   Nicola was appalled to see Angela here, but was determined not to let is 
spoil her night. She greeted both her fellow hostesses, careful not to betray 
the animosity she felt for Angela. She had to admit, despite her icy exterior, 
Angela was very, very hot. Her chest was smaller than Nicola's, but she 
was a little taller and slimmer. If their last encounter was anything to go by, 
Angela was just as willing as Nicola to do whatever it took to advance her 
career.

   "OK, girls," said Scott, "Our guests will be here soon, so let's finish getting 
everything ready."

   In a low voice, Angela hissed to Nicola, "I saw you dry humping Scott's 
leg. You were like a bitch in heat. If you're going to act like that tonight, just 
stay away from me, slut."

   Nicola blushed, and tried to think of a witty comeback. Unfortunately, 
"Shut up!" in a whiney voice was the best she could manage.

   The hotel suite was cleared for tonight's party. A bar was set up at one 
end of the room, with a generous supply of alcohol. At the other end was a 
small raised floor, usually reserved for a grand piano, but tonight was 
occupied by a brass stand and a large glass bowl, like a fish bowl only 
empty. Scott informed the starlets that, for the first part of the evening, they 
would be mingling with the guests, getting them drinks. Nicola noted with 
anticipation that Scott didn't tell them what they'd be doing for the second 
part of tonight's festivities. She also couldn't help notice that the suite had 
three bedrooms, one for each of the beautiful hostesses. Nicola smiled, 
guessing at what was to come. But there was still one dark cloud: Angela. 
She tried to put her out of her mind and concentrate on the debauchery 
ahead.

   As if on cue, Nicola's rival called out her. "Well, Knickers, now that your 
best talents have been put to use, you might as well head home."

   "What's that supposed to mean?" Nicola retorted. She put her hands on 
her shapely hips, coolly meeting Angela's malevolent gaze.

   "I mean you're much better suited to shifting furniture than the arduous 
task of entertainment. You'd please the guests tonight alot more by going 
home and reading a book."

   Nicola was furious. "Just how are you going to please them, Miss 
Mini-tits? Iron their shirts on your chest?"

   Now is was Angela's turn to be incensed. She rushed forward with a 
screech, but was caught short by Scott.

   "Girls, girls, please." He seemed more amused than anything else. "If you 
want to settle this little argument, might I suggest something a little more 
lady-like?"

   "You could have a competition," piped up Dizzy. "Winner takes all."

   "What kind of competition?" Angela asked.

   "Well...," thought Scott. "I guess I could keep score for you both tonight. A 
total of the number of men you, er, 'entertain'. Whoever is the most 
'entertaining' wins."

   "Ooh, goody!" squealed Dizzy. "What does the winner get?"

   "Not the winner," cut in Angela. "The loser."

   "What have you got in mind?" asked Nicola.

   "The loser has to walk out of here, into the elevator, down to the lobby, 
out into the street and hail a cab home. Naked."

   "Naked?" Nicola raised an eyebrow.

   "You heard me," Angela replied with a smirk. "What's the matter, Miss 
'You wanna see my tits for a dollar' ain't up to it?"

   Nicola wasn't about to back down now. She raised her chin. "Naked. No 
problem. I only hope you're up to it." The two starlets glowered at each 
other for a moment longer.

   Scott smiled, no doubt amused at the unexpected turn this was taking. 
With the room all ready, it was time to get on with the festivities. "You ladies 
ready to enjoy yourselves?" he asked.

   "I sure will," Angela replied.

   "Me too," Nicola quickly added.

   "I can't wait," squealed Darci.

   "You all know your places. Now, just remember what you have to do. For 
now, keep filling glasses, flirting a little, and make sure everyone is having 
a fabulous time. That'll just be to warm everybody up. I'll let you know what 
to do when the party really starts up."

   All three girls' eyes lit up with excitement. Tonight would be a night none 
of them would forget.

   As the guests arrived, Scott had Darci greet them at the door. The ditzy 
blonde was enjoying herself, welcoming each of them very warmly indeed. 
For her efforts, Darci was handsomely rewarded by the men with some 
very affectionate groping, and Nicola could see the giggling bimbo was 
having difficulty keeping her clothes in order. It was obvious that whilst 
liberties had been taken with Nicola's nickname, and Angela's was a 
downright lie, "Dizzy" really was an accurate term for Darci Clay.

   When they had finished molesting Dizzy at their leisure, the guys would 
come into the suite and be greeted by Nicola. She flashed them an inviting 
smile. 

   "Good evening gentleman, and welcome to the party. My name is 
Knickers, and it'll be my pleasure to serve you tonight." She continued to 
smile, even as the guests made crude jokes about her "serving" them. "Is 
there's anything you'd like me to get you from the bar?" The usual reply to 
this was "a couple of jugs" accompanied by some open leering down 
Nicola's blouse at her own very tempting couple of jugs. Nicola took it all in 
good humor, and laughed along with the guests, setting her beautiful 
breasts bouncing deliciously.

   The room quickly filled with horny men from the movie industry, of all 
shapes and sizes, races and creeds. There must've been at least 2 dozen 
people present, all of them bustling to get near one of the three lovely 
hostesses, and all of them wearing very broad grins. Nicola was busy for 
the first half-hour or so, scurrying back and forth to the bar for drinks for her 
thirsty guests. With her hands full carrying a serving tray, her body was 
vulnerable to the many roving hands around her. Nicola initially fought to 
keep them at bay, but soon got so horny herself she did nothing to stop the 
wandering caresses that stroked her thighs, made their way up her skirt, 
and openly fondled her breasts. As she returned to the bar to fill another 
order, Nicola would adjust her low-cut dress to hide a naughty nipple that 
had worked its way free.

   Needless to say, Nicola was loving all the attention. Being a model, she 
just loved being looked at, and the amorous affection her body was 
receiving was just the icing on the cake. As she squirmed with delight at yet 
another pair of hands cupping her boobs, Nicola found herself giggling as 
inanely as Dizzy had been just a few moments ago.

   Speaking of Dizzy, it was obvious she was becoming the real hit of the 
party, no doubt due to the size of her chest and her complete lack of 
inhibitions. Dizzy was fighting a losing battle to keep her tits inside her 
dress, and unlike Nicola had apparently given up on some semblance of 
decorum. As she glanced over at her now, both Dizzy's massive, snowy 
white boobs were hanging out, as Dizzy, her hands full with glasses, did 
her best to serve her very happy guests.

   Angela was also enjoying her fair share of attention. While a complete 
bitch to her fellow starlets, Angela was more than accommodating towards 
men. She was wide-eyed and grinning as a man reached down the front of 
her dress to retrieve an olive that had somehow made its way down her 
front. "Slut," thought Nicola to herself, and the next moment beamed with 
pleasure as one of the men behind her slid an olive down her cleavage. 
"Sorry, gorgeous, let me get that for you."

   "Why, thank-you, kind sir," Nicola said coquettishly, as his hand 
disappeared between her tits.

   With everyone nursing a full glass, the pace settled down a little, and the 
girls were able to kick back and chat with the guests. Nicola's sexy 
Australian accent made her an exotic treat for the movie people used to the 
Californian beach bunny. 

   "Uh-huh," Nicola replied to yet another question about her homeland, 
"sure there's plenty of topless sun bathing back home. It wasn't until I 
moved here I even bought a bathing suit with a top."

   "You sure do have a great all over tan," drawling one of the guests, 
staring hungrily at her barely-covered breasts.

   "Why thank-you," she replied.

   "Do you have any trouble doing nude scenes?" someone else asked.

   "Of course not, silly," Nicola replied. "I used to be a professional nude 
model. Why, sometimes I just find it so distracting to wear clothes at work." 
She laughed, and the men joined in. "I just looove my work," Nicola added. 
"Yeah, so do we!" someone called out.

   The men parted for a moment to allow Dizzy through. She was circulating 
through the crowd carrying the glass bowl in both hands. Hanging around 
her neck on a chain, and nestled between her boobs, was a small 
pocketbook and a pen. The bowl had a number of folded pages in it.

   "Hi guys! Everyone having a good time?" she asked. They cheered in 
reply.

   "I know I sure am," said Nicola with a grin. "I haven't had this many men 
crowded around me since I did a nude modelling shoot on Santa Monica 
pier!"

   "Well, I know you're all going to love what Scott's got planned for later on. 
He wants each of you guys to write your names on a piece of paper, fold it, 
and drop it into the bowl."

   The guests willingly complied, especially as doing so involved diving into 
Dizzy's cleavage to take a page and get the pen. With her tits groped yet 
again, Dizzy moved on. Nicola licked her lips, excited at what Scott might 
have in mind. Some kind of raffle, perhaps? And just what did he have in 
mind for prizes?

   "So, 'Knickers', eh?" Someone asked. "Where did you get that name 
from?"

   Nicola blushed on cue, remembering the story. It wasn't true, but she got 
a thrill out of telling it at least.

   "When I was at school, one day we had P.E."

   "P.E?"

   "Physical Education. Gym. Anyway, I was in the changing room, with all 
the other girls, and I was about to change into my P.E. gear. Suddenly, I 
realised I had forgotten to put any panties on when I left for school. When I 
took my skirt off, I was completely naked from the waist down. One of the 
other girls noticed, and started laughing. Then, everyone joined in. I 
thought I was going to die. But I survived, and it was my first time naked in 
public. Anyway, they started calling me Knickers. It wasn't to be cruel or 
anything, just a nickname. And I've sorta had it ever since."

    The men were packed around her so tightly that Nicola had at least four 
male bodies squeezed against her, with those unlucky enough to be further 
away reaching through to stroke an arm or a leg. She could feel bulging 
crotches pressed against her body. Nicola was so tall, and the man on her 
right so short, that the crotch of his tented trousers rubbed against her bare 
thigh. Nicola shivered with delight. She was the centre of attention, and all 
those straining cocks were there for her.

   Just then, a roar of delight went up from a group of men clustered around 
another of the hostesses. Nicola craned to get a look at what was going on, 
and saw Angela, obviously offering to pick something up that had been 
dropped, bending over and pushing her ass into the air. As she lent over, 
her skit rode up further and further, exposing her bare backside to the 
jubilant crowd. They came up far enough to reveal her bare pussy. Angela 
wasn't wearing any panties! Angela looked over her shoulder and gave a 
wicked grin. Nicola felt a rush of indignation that Angela was stealing her 
audience, and desperately tried to think of someway to win them back. 
Dizzy did so first, and called out in a loud voice:

   "I can do tricks with my boobs! Look!" 

   All eyes now turned to Dizzy, as first one breast, and then the other, and 
then in unison, began to jump out of her dress of their own accord. Her trick 
was greeted with applause from all.

   Scott chose that moment to call for everyone's attention. He was standing 
on the raised area of the suite, next to the glass bowl, which was now full of 
the names of every man in the room.

   "Alright, everybody, let's kick this party into high gear!" This 
announcement was greeted by a yell from the crowd. Scott waited until the 
commotion settled down. "Can I ask for our three lovely hostesses to make 
their way up here with me."

   Nicola, Angela and Dizzy made their way forward. Nicola's stomach 
swum with excitement. She couldn't stop smiling as she looked out on the 
room full of horny, eager men.

   "Now you've all had a chance to mingle with these ladies, but what say 
we really get to know them intimately?" Scott called. His audience hooted 
in reply. Scott pulled the grinning Dizzy to the front of the crowd. He was 
like a cheesy gameshow host, introducing the contestants. Or maybe about 
to hand out the prizes. "Tell us what your name is, sweetheart?"

   "I'm Dizzy," she giggled. "Hi, Dizzy!" the men called back in unison.

   "So, who wants to see me naked?" Dizzy shouted. There was only an 
incoherent roar that Nicola took to be a yes. Dizzy smiled demurely, and 
turning her back to the audience, slowly began to pull down the zipper on 
her dress. She slipped it off her shoulders, and, still with her back to the 
men, tugged it down so that she was naked to the waist. She smiled coyly 
over her shoulder, then turned around, her right arm draped across her 
spectacular chest, and the left holding up her dress. The audience started 
to chant, "Tits! Tits! Tits! Tits!"

   Dizzy threw her right arm into the air above her air, revealing her tits in all 
their glory. She had thick, stubby pink nipples, hard from the excitement, 
surrounded by saucer-sized areolas. Then she drew her left up into the air 
as well, letting go of the dress, which felt at her feet. Like Angela, she 
wasn't wearing underwear either, and her blonde-muffed pussy was bared 
to the audience. They applauded wildly.

   Nicola found herself applauding too. She always got a bit of a thrill out of 
seeing other women naked, ever since her friend Jennifer had seduced 
her. The revelation that she was bi-sexual had come of a bit of a surprise, 
but it was quite useful for her career. Nicola just had to face it, she'd fuck 
pretty much anything.

   The applause for Dizzy's show eventually faded, and Scott took Angela 
by the arm, leading her to centre stage. "And just what is your name, young 
lady?" he asked. She cast a sultry gaze across the men. "I'm your little 
Angel," she said in a husky voice, "and I'll do anything to make your day." 
She closed her eyes, threw her head back and let a another moan as she 
reached behind her for the zipper on her dress. Angela started to grind her 
hips, dry humping the air. She licked her lips, her hot tongue darting out. 
The men stared open-mouthed as the raven-haired beauty turned stripping 
into an orgasm. The zipper came down slowly, Angela savoring every 
moment. The dress slid down  to reveal her smallish tits, topped with dark 
nipples. Angela continued to moan. The dress slid off her body altogether, 
pooling at her feet, baring her neatly trimmed muff to the audience. The 
moan peaking, and Angela's hands found her hips as she thrust her pelvis 
forward in fake orgasm. Again, the crowd roared their approval, as Angela 
gave them a shy little smile.

   Finally, it was Nicola's turned. "And last but not least, all the way from 
down under..."

   "G'day," Nicola smiled to her audience, playing up her melodious accent. 
"I'm Knickers, and like all true-blue Aussie girls, I've got an all-over tan." 
She cupped her hand to her ear, pretending the wolf-whistles and cat-calls 
were a lucid expression of disbelief. "You say you don't believe me? Well, 
cop a load of this." Nicola started to unzip her dress, leaning forward so 
that her tits threatened to spill out before she had a chance to take her 
clothes off. Grinning at her cheering audience, Nicola slid the dress from 
her body. The feel of the material slipping along her skin got Nicola even 
hotter. The guests applauded the sight of her tanned, naked breasts, which 
bobbed as Nicola stepped out of her clothes. She still wore the red g-string, 
and turned so they could admire her ass as well.

   "What's that? You still don't believe me?" Nicola continued to play to her 
audience. She was, after all, an actress. Pretty much all of her glorious 
38-25-35 body was already on display, and it was evident she did indeed 
have a fantastic all-over tan. "Well, I guess I better take it all off then." With 
a mischievous grin, Nicola peeled off her epithetical knickers, and threw 
them into the audience. Completely nude, she struck a classic model's 
pose, left hand on her hip, right leg thrust forward, milking her moment in 
the spotlight as her admirers fought over her underwear.

   "Alrighty, girls," said Scott. "Man, you three sure look tasty." The three 
naked starlets, just as horny as the men before them, beamed back at him. 
"Thank-you, Scott," they replied in unison. 

   "I'm going to ask each one of you to come forward and take a piece of 
paper from the bowl. Then read out the name of our first set of lucky 
winners."

   A hush descended over the male crowd, as everyone waited, hoping to 
be the one picked. They were practically drooling. Nicola was drooling too, 
although it wasn't her mouth that was watering.

   "Dizzy, if you'd like to be the first." Scott daintily took the nude blonde's 
hand and let her up to the bowl. Dizzy's enormous breasts swung violently 
with even the smallest steps. Someone called out, "No peeking!", and the 
giggling girl placed one hand over her eyes. She reached into the bowl and 
pulled out the first name. Everyone was silent, waiting and hoping to hear 
their name. Dizzy grinned, as if about to read the Oscar for best actor.

   "Martin Steinbeck," she announced.

   A whoop of joy came from one man, whom Nicola guessed could only be 
Steinbeck. A balding, middle-aged man bounded up next to Dizzy. If she 
was disappointed, she didn't show, squealing with delight and throwing her 
arms around him. Martin's face was one giant grin and he buried his head 
between Dizzy's boobs. The crowd clapped politely, all of them having to 
settle for runner up to sample the blonde starlet's special brand of 
hospitality. Dizzy escorted Martin off the stage, and the couple disappeared 
into one of the bedrooms.

   "And now our little Angel." Angela smiled demurely, and stepped forward. 
She reached into the glass bowl, and produced a name.

   "Rick Ellis," she announced. A tall, handsome guy in his 20s stepped 
forward. Nicola noticed a look of relief spread across Angela's face that her 
first client wasn't another "Martin Steinbeck". Her beautiful if bitchy face lit 
up. Angela eagerly threw herself upon the guy, opening her mouth to kiss 
him passionately. A murmur of amusement rose from the audience as they 
continued to neck enthusiastically on stage. Finally, Angela broke away 
panting, and dragged Rick toward a free bedroom.

   "Last," continued Scott, "but certainly not least, Knickers." Nicola smiled 
at her cheering audience, and stepped up to the bowl. She bent over to 
reach in, her erect nipples brushing against the glass, causing her to 
shiver. She drew out a name. Nicola paused for effect. And what an effect. 
The brunette model-turned-actress stood naked before a room full of 
lust-crazed movie producers, directors, and executives, all them of waiting 
for her to announce that they would have the honor of fucking her first. All 
eyes were riveted to the body of the gorgeous Australian girl, drinking in the 
sight of her silky long legs - her well groomed muff - her smooth stomach - 
her full breasts - her lovely sweet face. They all wanted her, but, for now at 
least, only one would be able to enjoy the pleasure of her charms.

   "Will Jackson," Nicola read.

   The crowd parted, and a grinning black man stepped on stage. Nicola 
gasped in surprise. At 5'9'', plus a couple of inches for her heels, she was 
hardly a midget, but Will towered over her. He had been wearing a suit 
before, but had since taken the jacket off, and rolled up his shirt sleeves. 
Nicola ran her small hands over his naked, muscular forearms, pulling his 
giant frame against her eager body. If Nicola had been horny before, she 
was practically on fire now. In a sexual daze, Nicola led Will into the 
remaining bedroom.

   Inside, the naked starlet jumped up onto the bed on all fours, and scooted 
her pretty little ass around so that she faced the very lucky winner.

   "Where would you like me to begin?" Nicola asked.

   "God that is a sexy accent," Will grinned. "You know, I've always wanted 
a girl from down under to go down on me."

   "OK," Nicola said cheerily. As she reached up and began to unbuckle his 
belt, Nicola had the most adorable look on her face. The tip of her tongue 
poked out between her pearly teeth, as she gently pulled down the zipper 
on his pants. She reached in and pulled out his twitching cock. The dark, 
circumcised head glistened in the light. Nicola let out an appreciative gasp.

   "You like it?" Will asked.

   "I love it!" Nicola replied. Although still a little flaccid, Nicola could barely 
wrap her hand around the shaft. Her eyes shone with desire, as Will's penis 
began to throb and grow. Under her tender handling, the monster began to 
rear up at the naked starlet.

   "You want to put it into that pretty little mouth of yours?" Will asked. 
Nicola grinned. "I sure want to try!" Still kneeling on the bed, Nicola leant 
forward and slipped her ruby lips over the hot meat. Only a few months 
ago, the most erotic thing she had had in her mouth was a popsicle. All that 
had changed, and since coming to Hollywood the jobbing starlet had 
gained lots of experience in cock-sucking. Will's dick had swollen to its full 
size, and was now slick with his own juices and Nicola's saliva. She went to 
work, gently sliding her mouth up and down the length of his prick. Her 
beautiful blue eyes looked up to his Will's own. Nicola was determined to 
give him the full benefit of her skills. Will groaned in pleasure, reaching 
forward to run his hands through Nicola's silky hair. Still standing at the foot 
of the bed, he adjusted his stance, preparing himself for the best blow-job 
of his life. 

   Nicola picked up the pace. Her hands were around his waist now, 
caressing his smooth, dark skin. She could almost feel the cum rising in his 
balls. Will was approaching bursting point. Although this would deny Nicola 
a fuck on her first man, it would get her onto the next, and one up on 
Angela while her partner was still vainly trying to find her tits. It was also 
quite a compliment to make a man orgasm so quickly.

   "I want to cum on that gorgeous face of yours." Will was in seventh 
heaven, and it was hardly surprising, with the sexy Australian sex kitten 
fucking him with her lips. Nicola reluctantly withdrew his meat from her 
mouth, and went back to pumping her with her hand. Will let out a gasp, 
and a stream of semen burst from his dick, spraying out across Nicola's 
smooth skin. As a model, Nicola's face had graced a few magazine covers, 
but never like this. She giggled with glee, and made a half-hearted attempt 
to wipe it off.

   With that, Will thanked her, pulled up his pants and left. Nicola's guest 
hadn't quelled her desire, only made her even hornier, but as Will exited 
another man entered to take his place. He smiled down at the nude girl, 
lying on the bed still laughing. Nicola's legs were wide open, with her slick 
pussy ready to greet her new client.

   "Howdy," he said, and began to undress.

   "Hi," replied Nicola with a grin. 

   The next couple of hours were a blur to Nicola. Cocks came and went. All 
shapes, all sizes, all colors. She lost count of the number of men who came 
in to fuck her. All the faces were lost in a haze of sexual pleasure, as Nicola 
was literally fucked every which way and loose. After a while they were 
coming in twos and threes, and Nicola felt multiple hot, eager dicks slipped 
into her mouth, her pussy, her hands. Probably trying to keep the lines 
down, Nicola thought with a smirk. Eventually the stream of men ceased, 
and she dozed off, falling asleep with a very big smile on her face.

   Nicola awoke with a start. Two o'clock. It was late, or early, depending on 
your point of view. Nicola went and took a shower in the on-suite bathroom, 
refreshing herself after the night of debauchery. Afterward, she stood in the 
bedroom, towelling off her wet, naked body. As she'd left her clothes in the 
main room of the suite, Nicola didn't have anything to put on. However, she 
had long grown accustomed to walking around bare-ass naked, and was 
nude as she stepped back out of the bedroom. Scott was sprawled on a 
couch, reading a magazine. Angela, dressed in her black evening gown, 
was pacing the floor impatiently. All the guests were gone, and so was 
Dizzy was gone, no doubt having left with one of them.

   "It's about time," Angela snarled. She cast a sneering eye over Nicola's 
naked body. "I see you're all ready to get what's coming to you. Or have 
you forgotten our little wager?"

   "Not at all," Nicola replied with a smile. "I just didn't want you to be naked 
alone before you have to walk down onto the street." All the same, Nicola 
didn't bother to get dressed right away just in case she had lost. She didn't 
want to give Angela the satisfaction of making her strip.

   "Well," said Scott, "It was pretty tight there for a while. A very close race 
indeed. Worthy of a photo finish."

   "Who won?" the two girls cried at once. Scott smirked.

   "You've never going to believe this," he replied. "Knickers, you were very 
entertaining tonight on no less than 32 different occasions." Nicola grinned, 
pleased at her score. "And Angel, tonight the number of times you 
pleasured our guests was... also 32."

   "What?" yelled Angela. "A tie?"

   "Afraid so." Scott was obviously enjoying himself.

   "Dammit!" swore Angela. She turned to leave.

   "Not so fast," called Nicola. "I believe our bet said that the loser had to 
strip and walk downstairs naked."

   Angela rolled her eyes. "Listen, you Aussie bimbo, we both fucked the 
same number of guys, 32. That means we both won."

   "Yeah, another way to look at it is we both lost."

   Angela stopped short. 

   "She's got you there," said Scott.

   "But, but..." Angela stammered. "You'd have to do it too!"

   Nicola shrugged her shoulders. "I'm already dressed for it. What's the 
matter, *Angel*, afraid that someone will see you and wonder why a naked 
boy is wandering around the hotel?"

   Angela colored, but said nothing. Slowly, she unzipped, once again 
baring her naked body, but this time with less enthusiasm. "Let's just get 
this over with," she said between clenched teeth.

   Nicola turned to Scott and smiled. "Thank-you for a lovely evening Scott," 
she beamed. "Would you look after my lovely new dress for me, please? I 
can't remember where I left it, but its round her somewhere." She waved 
her hand to indicate vaguely the last place she'd seen her clothes. Scott 
smiled in return. "Sure thing Knickers." He gave the nude starlet a chaste 
kiss on the cheek.

   The naked women stepped out of the suite, and proceeded to walk down 
the corridor toward the elevator. Nicola was a little nervous at being naked 
in public, but was determined not to let Angela see it. She defiantly held her 
head up high, enjoying the feel of the carpet under her bare feet. Angela 
was trying to keep her cool, too. Neither of them attempted to cover up- not 
so much as a nipple was afforded even an ounce of modesty. Anyone 
walking by would have been greeted with the enchanting sight of two of 
Hollywood's finest in all their naked glory.

   They buzzed for the lift. It seemed like an eternity to wait, but Nicola 
endured. Angela seemed to be bearing up less well. Finally, it arrived, and 
the doors opened, revealing to the young attendant the sexiest vision he'd 
ever seen. "Hot damn," he cried. The two girls entered the lift. Nicola 
smiled at him, as he groped her body with his eyes.

   "Lobby, please," said Nicola. Angela tried to hide in the back of the 
elevator. The attendant caught the movement in the corner of his eye and 
turned to look at her now. "Oh, don't be shy," Nicola said. "Why don't you 
show the nice young man your lovely tits?" Angela glared at her, but said 
nothing.

   As they travelled down, the attendant let out a whistle. "What a party that 
must've been. I bet the entertainment was something else!"

   "Honey," replied Nicola, as the elevator stopped and the two naked girls 
stepped out. "We *were* the entertainment." He stared at her cute little ass 
as it wiggled away. "Damn," he murmured. "Not one fucking tan-line."

   They crossed the lobby at a brisk pace. Although the lateness of the hour 
meant it was largely deserted, the night staff were on duty. The concierge, 
a smartly dressed middle-aged woman, did a double take and stared in 
disbelief. They ignored her. The doorman caught sight of them with a grin, 
and raised his top hat. 

   Nicola emerged into the night, the reluctant Angela in tow. She felt the 
cool kiss of the LA night caress her nudity. A car drove past, tooting its 
horn. Nicola waved back, setting her boobs jiggling. She didn't feel 
embarrassed anymore, only confident she had a killer bod that everyone 
wanted to see. And she wanted them to see it.

   "Good-evening Miss," said the doorman. "Shall I try and hail you a cab?"

   "That's OK, I can do it," Nicola replied with a smile. "I think I'd have much 
better luck getting one than you."



THE END

of "Hollywood Party Hostesses"

But Nicola will return

in

"The Starlets"



N.B- This story was partly inspired by the final act of Black Demon's 
"Cruise Ship Captives." He often does sequels, I hoping he'll do one for 
that tale!


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