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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 is c 2001 the author. Permission is
granted to freely distribute, provided it is not
altered in any way.
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: The "Nicola Adventures" are a
series of stories about an Australian model-
turned-actress who travels to Hollywood to find
stardom. They are to date: (in reading order)
1. Nicola's Hot Screen Test
2. Bikini Audition
3. Hollywood Party Hostesses
4. Nicola Gets A Woody
5. Bikini Christmas Carol
Please don't email me asking for the other
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such as deja.com or possibly ASSM's own archive.
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Bikini Christmas Carol (MF M+F reluc F-solo
interr)
Mr. Carter, President of TNA Network, leaned back
in his chair, listening thoughtfully as one of
his VPs detailed programming projections for the
coming year. As he sat in the boardroom of TNA on
the top floor of the building that bore the
network logo, the Burbank skyline visible behind
him, Mr. Carter merely nodded as the man began to
wind up his report. It was the last board meeting
of the year, December 23rd. Everyone was anxious
to finish up, and none more so than Mr. Carter,
but he kept his restlessness considerably better
concealed than the other nine boardmembers
present. They were mostly young men, whiz kids
and hotshots, who had gotten in on the new wave
of adult programming that TNA had pioneered, and
were now eagerly awaiting the fringe benefits
working for this particular network entailed.
"'Bikini Carwash Company' is still the highest
rater. The new sitcom, 'More Dollars than Sense'
is doing better than we expected, but if it
doesn't notch up two more points, we can't
justify picking it up for a second season."
Mr. Carter simply nodded. "More Dollars than
Sense", about a pair of bozos who win $50 million
and proceed to surround themselves with a bevy of
barely-dressed bimbos, was the first TNA show to
actually star male actors. They'd known it would
be a risk.
"And that concludes the report from
programming." The young VP finished up, giving
Mr. Carter an expectant look. For a moment
silence descended across the board room. Finally,
the VP spoke again. "So, that's it for another
year, huh, JC? How about those 'Christmas
bonuses' you promised?" He was not alone. Nine
other eager faces peered across the table at him.
Mr. Carter smiled. He knew what they wanted,
hell, he wanted it to. He glanced over to a
pretty blonde who had been taking notes during
the board meeting. "Is that everything on the
agenda, Miss Groves?" As she checked through her
pad, the luscious young woman crossed her legs,
causing her short skirt to rise even higher. TNA
had a reputation for attracting gorgeous girls to
do more than just take their clothes off on
camera. Miss Groves looked up and smiled, "Yes,
Mr. Carter, that's everything for the year." He
leaned forward and pressed a button on the
intercomm. A perky, and distinctly Australian,
female voice answered. "Yes, Mr. Carter?"
"We're ready for you now," he said.
"Alright, sir, we'll be right in."
A sigh of pleasure went up from the assembled
male VPs, as the huge wooden double doors at the
far end of the boardroom swung open. All eyes
turned to greet the visions of loveliness that
sashayed in. To the sound of heels clopping on
marble floors, through those doors strode eleven
perfect pairs of legs. The men's eyes travelled
hungrily up those legs, skimming across creamy
thighs, flat, toned stomachs, perky breasts, and
coming to rest on the beaming faces of eleven of
the most delectable girls on the planet. Each
beauty was dressed for the festive season in
black leather ankle-boots, a bright red string
bikini, and a matching red hat, trimmed with
white fluff and topped off with a pom-pom. The
gorgeous women fanned out, forming a semi-circle
around the very happy board members, a veritable
sea of female flesh. Each girl stood in a pose,
hands on shapely hips, chins up, impressive
chests thrust forward, grinning with delight at
the whistles and catcalls that greeted their
entrance.
One of the lovelies stepped forward. She was,
in Mr. Carter's opinion, by far the most
beautiful woman in the group. She stood at the
very head of the table, opposite from Mr. Carter,
poised in her model's pose to showcase her body.
She was five feet nine inches tall, and her
measurements were 38-25-35. She had the bluest
eyes, the sweetest smile, and long, chestnut
brown hair that fell upon her shoulders. Despite
the small amount of cover her bikini afforded, it
was obvious that her honey-golden tan covered
every inch of her mouth-watering body. Her long,
smooth arms and legs spoke of an elegance of a
professional model, yet the glint in her eye
could only be that of a starlet who couldn't wait
to get naked. As Mr. Carter ogled her, her flesh
goosepimpled slightly, either from the air
conditioning or the excitement. Her name was
Nicola, and she was the finest piece of ass you
could ever lay eyes (or hands) on. As the
whistles died down, Nicola began to speak, her
exotic Australian voice ringing out to fill the
room.
"To the boardmembers of the TNA Network: You
see here before you the finest, most beautiful
starlets and models TNA has hired in the past
year." She stretched out a slender arm to
indicate the assembled girls, like a spokesmodel
showing off the prizes on a gameshow. "You've
given us the chance to be stars, and for that we
would like to thank you all very much. So it is
our pleasure to present to you, hard-working
gentlemen of the board, your Christmas bonuses.
Merry Christmas." She turned to the assembled
starlets, a naughty glint in her eye. "Ready,
girls?"
"Ready!" they replied. The eleven gorgeous
girls reached behind their necks and untied their
bikini tops. Smiling, Nicola's top popped off,
revealing her beautiful tanned boobs. She shook
her head to free the tangle of strings from her
hair (causing her tits to wobble), and in a
single, graceful moment, tossed her top to the
audience. The others followed suit, and soon
there was a bevy of bare-breasted beauties posing
for the pleasure of the men, who cast their eyes
across the varied collection of tits. Most were
large. Many were tanned. Some had large, pink
areolas, while others had small brown ones. More
than one sported nipples erect with excitement.
But they were all the tasty tits the TNA network
had to offer. The board members broke into a wild
applause.
"Well, thank-you Nicola," replied Mr. Carter.
"Thanks to those fabulous tits of yours, the
network has never been healthier." Nicola grinned
in return, a slight blush at the compliment
blooming across her face and chest. "No, really
Mr. Carter, it's us who should thank you. And how
many times have I told you to call me Knickers?"
She shook her finger at him in mock anger. Mr.
Carter laughed. Nicola turned to her fellow
starlets. "OK, girls, let's show them how
grateful we really are." This was greeted by
whoops of delight from the girls, and, with bare
breasts jiggling, they rushed to find a lap to
sit on. All nine VPs soon had a gorgeous topless
model perched on his knee, cooing excitedly. Even
Miss Groves, blushing furiously, had a half-naked
girl as lovely as herself cuddling up to her,
running her fingers through those blonde locks.
Nicola strode to the head of the table, threw one
of her long legs over Mr. Carter's lap, and made
herself comfortable. Nicola sat facing him, her
hands on his shoulders, his hands caressing her
bare waist. Grinning, Nicola wriggled her nearly-
naked pussy into his crotch, causing Mr. Carter
to groan with pleasure.
"Care to make a hands-on assessment of the
network's assets?" Nicola asked with a naughty
smirk. Scooting forward on his lap, her gorgeous
tits were now mere inches from Mr. Carter's
watering mouth. He licked his lips, his shinning
eyes staring at her boobs. "They're perfect," he
murmured, "just perfect. I bet they taste as good
as they look."
"Go right ahead," Nicola replied. Mr. Carter's
tongue flicked out, slithering across Nicola's
sensitive nipples. Now it was her turn to groan.
Her nips responded by wrinkling with pleasure.
Again, the wet tongue flicked out, this time
coating the other nipple with saliva. Nicola
sighed as electric sparks of delight tingled in
the tips of her tits.
"What was that Australian phrase you used?"
Mr. Carter asked. "Blouse puppies," Nicola
giggled. "Blouse puppies," he murmured, leaning
forward to take a swollen nipple between his
lips. Nicola wriggled in rapture, rubbing her
pussy against his hard body. He continued to suck
on her tits, switching between nipples. Mr.
Carter wasn't the only one enjoying this
Christmas bonus. The sucking at her breast was
beginning to turn Nicola on. She could feel Mr.
Carter's growing erection strain at his trousers.
"Mmmm," Nicola said, rubbing her hands across
the bulge, "it looks like someone is enjoying his
Christmas present." Mr. Carter let go of the
lucky nipple he was sucking on to grin up at her.
"Things are getting a little tight down there.
How's about you lend a hand, Knickers?"
"I'd be glad to help out," Nicola slowly
pulled down Mr. Cater's zip. His penis leap to
attention, jumping clear of his fly and causing
Nicola to squeak in surprise. Mr. Carter
chuckled. The erect cock stood up straight
between them, the throbbing causing the shaft to
lean gently back and forth so that the tip
quietly slapped against Nicola's tanned stomach.
Her surprise quickly turned to delight. Nicola
seized Mr. Carter's tool with both hands, and
began to gently pump him with glee.
"You know, Knickers," Mr. Carter said to
Nicola, as she continued to slowly masturbate his
penis, "you truly are a wonder."
"Oh, Mr. Carter, stop. You're making me
blush."
He smiled and reached up to caresses her
beautiful boobs. Nicola moaned. If there was one
thing she liked more than being groped, it was
being groped by someone rich and powerful. Nicola
slipped a finger under the string of her bikini
bottom, pulling it away from her body. "Would you
care to finish unwrapping your present?" Mr.
Carter grinned. He seized the knot that hung
temptingly off her hip, and tugged. The bikini
bottom fell away, revealing Nicola's neatly
trimmed muff. Nicola was now completely naked,
except for her red Christmas cap. Her pussy,
anxious to be so close to such a slab of meat,
was now beginning to drool. Nicola would need to
be fucked, and soon, but Mr. Carter had other
ideas. He raised her off his lap, and Nicola
reluctantly let go of her new toy. Mr. Carter
opened his legs, and guided Nicola between them
so that her face was now at his crotch. Mr.
Carter plucked the sprig of holly from her hat,
and held it over his penis. Nicola quickly got
the joke, and gasped in pretend shock.
"Why, Mr. Carter!" she squealed. She gave him
a naughty look before opening wide and wrapping
her lips around his shaft. Nicola's reputation as
an expert cocksucker was by now well established
in Hollywood, and it normally only took the
promise of fellatio for her to land a part. Now
those skills were put to test, as Nicola went to
work on Mr. Carter's penis. She slurped greedily
on the monster, looking up from time to time to
throw him a doe-eyed look. The salty taste of
pre-cum filled Nicola's mouth, and she knew he
couldn't stand much more of her tongue swirling
around his engorged helmet. Mr. Carter was
clearly enjoying himself, leaning back in his
chair grinning broadly, as the beautiful Aussie
starlet on her knees between his legs did her
very busy to make him cum.
Nicola withdrew her head again from Mr.
Carter's penis, waving away the strands of saliva
that connected to mouth to the cock. Now it was
her turn to have some fun. She undid his belt,
slipping his trousers to his ankles. As she
worked, his cock waved to and from inches from
her face. Nicola stroked his thighs and
whispered, "It's time for you to fuck me, Mr.
Carter." He nodded eagerly.
Nicola stood with an elegant flick of her
head. She turned away from Mr. Carter, resting
her hands on the boardroom table, positioning her
delicious rump in his direction. Before her, a
full-scale orgy was in progress with the other
VPs all happily fucking away at their starlets.
Miss Groves, her earlier embarrassment forgotten,
was now enthusiastically necking with her
Christmas present, blouse open and nipples being
tweaked by the girl on her lap. At and wasn't
just the executives enjoying the festive season,
many of the girls were happily giving and
receiving. Nicola noticed her friend Dizzy Clay
on her knees, head bobbing; Russian supermodel
Titania "Tits" Toplesky on her back with her legs
wrapped around the VP in charge of foreign sales;
and that cute little weather girl Candy Barr, her
hand a blur as she demonstrated the professional
way to jerk a guy off.
Nicola felt the pressure of Mr. Carter's cock
pushing against her pussy as he mounted her from
behind. With a greedy slurp, her nether lips
parted to accommodate the thick penis entering
her willing body. Nicola groaned, as the inches
of dick slid deeper into her. At last he bottomed
out, and Nicola could feel the head buried deep
inside her. She began to quiver at once, her
well-toned stomach muscles spasming with the
growing orgasm. Mr. Carter commenced to slowly
ease the monster out again, Nicola's cunt
squeezing it tight. In again it came, and Nicola
shivered with delight. He began to pick up speed,
in and out at a growing pace, Nicola's breathing
coming in short, sharp gasps. The table began to
rock violently. Nicola could hear a squelching
sound coming from between her legs, as their sex
was lubricated by Nicola's flooding juices and
the saliva she had already slathered on his cock.
Despite being December, Nicola was dripping with
sweat. Her pussy sustained the delicious
onslaught for what seemed like an eternity of
bliss, as Nicola became aware of nothing more
than the meat fucking away at her cunt. Finally
Mr. Carter came, squirting deep into Nicola's
body. She gasped.
"Merry Christmas, Knickers," Mr. Carter
whispered in her ear. "Merry Christmas to you,"
she murmured in reply.
*********
Nicola was pleased with herself. Not only had she
got a nice fuck this afternoon, she had a neat
little $1000 bonus for it too. A very merry
Christmas indeed.
Nicola and Dizzy were in the executive
washroom, getting dressed after their little
performance. Nicola eased her jeans up over her
exquisite backside. Dizzy was trying to pull a
cropped t-shirt over her 44-inch tits, without
much success.
"Dammit!" she swore. No matter how much she
tugged down on the material, Dizzy's nipples
still peaked out from below the hem of the shirt.
"I swore this fit before. Maybe my tits have
grown?"
"Do you know what the best part is?" Nicola
asked. As Dizzy was still trying to cram her
boobs into the shirt, she carried on without
waiting for a reply. "That bitch Angela Monroe
wasn't here to spoil it. I bet that slut is out
right now, buying Mr. Carter a pair of socks for
Christmas. He's going to remember my gift long
after he's forgotten whatever stupid little thing
she's planning. By the way, you've got that on
backwards."
Dizzy blushed. "Opps. Silly me." Nicola had
long ago realised that Dizzy was the
stereotypical Hollywood bimbo that Nicola was
only pretending to be. Dizzy tried to pull off
the shirt, but only succeeded in wrapping it
around her head. Nicola found herself talking to
a pair of jiggling bare breasts accompanied by a
muffled voice. "Angela told me she went to set up
her present to Mr. Carter this morning. She said
she had something special planned, something much
better than your Christmas bonus." She finally
freed herself from the shirt, and eyed it up as
if contemplating tossing the tricky garment and
saving herself the trouble by just going topless.
Nicola frowned. What could Angela do to top
her gift. And did Dizzy really know? Maybe, the
bitch loved to brag. "She told you?"
"Yup," Dizzy replied, slipping the shirt back
on again. "She said, 'Whatever you do, don't tell
that dumb Aussie bimbo'. I know she didn't mean
you, cos you're smart, so if you see any dumb
Aussie bimbos don't tell them. There," she added,
triumphantly having mastered the t-shirt. Now
around the correct way, the front barely covered
her nipples and left the bottom swell of her
tanned tits bare. If this is what she wore in
winter, Nicola dreaded to think what she wore in
summer.
"Anyway, Angela was planning to jump out of a
cake she was going to have delivered to Mr.
Carter on Christmas Eve. She went to some bakery
to set the whole thing up."
Nicola couldn't bear the thought of Angela
getting one up on her, and this cake thing
sounded like it could be a problem. She would
have to deal with it.
"Which bakery?"
*********
Josh was sweeping up. It was almost closing
time, and the bakery was empty. His mind
elsewhere, Josh mechanically pushed the broom
around the floor. All day he'd been listening to
some bullshit story that Chip was spinning, about
some really hot model who came in and asked for a
special delivery on Christmas Eve. He swore that
this real sexy chick with dark hair and small,
pointy tits wanted a special cake sent to her
boss so she could jump out of it. He'd even
invited him in to help out tomorrow, to get it
ready when she came in. Josh couldn't believe
Chip would think he'd swallow a story like that.
And trying to sucker him into coming down to the
bakery when it would be closed! Still, Chip
always did get the girls while Josh, well he got
to sweep up the bakery right before closing time.
The bell tinkled, indicating a customer had
just come in. Without looking up Josh mumbled,
"Sorry, we're closing."
"Oh please, this won't take long," the
customer replied in a sexy, Australian accent.
Josh looked up, and his jaw dropped. It was a
girl, the most beautiful girl Josh had ever met.
She was dressed simply in a pair of jeans and a
white t-shirt. He bra-less breasts straining
against the tight fabric, and her dark areolas
were visible. She had a gorgeous model's face,
framed by silky chestnut colored hair that fell
about her shoulders. She smiled at Josh, a
beautiful radiant smile that set his heart
aflutter and his dick atwitch. Josh's eyes
flickered back and forth between her tits and her
face. The girl- vaguely familiar- continued to
smile at him.
"I was wondering if you could help me with
something," she said. She stepped toward Josh,
standing so close that her breasts brushed
against his chest. Josh nodded dumbly. It felt
like a python was uncurling in his shorts. Right
now, he'd do pretty much anything for this vision
of gorgeousness. "This is going to sound alittle
odd, but did someone come in here today to order
a special delivery for Christmas Eve?" That
Australian accent was making Josh's head spin.
Both of them.
He found his voice at last. "Special delivery?
A really sexy chick with dark hair?" The girl
rolled her eyes. "She's not that sexy. But yeah,
I guess that sounds like her."
"Well I'll be," Josh murmured. "Chip was
telling the truth." The girl pressing against him
continued to smile sweetly. Suddenly, Josh
recognised her.
"Hey, you were in that movie I watched on
cable last night. What was it called... there
were these girls in bikinis running around the
desert, and then they took their clothes off..."
"'Bikini Bandits'," she prompted.
"Yeah! You were that Australian girl in it.
Nicola something."
She took his hand and shook it. "My friends
call me Knickers." Josh swallowed, nervous and
excited at the touch of her elegant hand on his
skin. "My name's Josh," he stammered.
"The thing is, Josh," Nicola continued. She
still held his hand, still smiled sweetly at him,
and still pressed her fabulous tits against his
body. "I really need for you to do me a little
favor. That order, for tomorrow. I need it to be
sent to a different address than the one Angela
supplied."
"I don't know," Josh replied. "I could get in
alot of trouble for doing that." His erection was
fit to burst, and he was sure she could feel it
brushing against her body. If she did, she didn't
say anything about it.
"Please," Nicola pleaded. "If you could do
this favor for me, I could, yknow, do something
for you..." she added a sly wink and a smirk.
Josh nearly fell over himself. He dashed behind
the counter to check on the computer. There was
only one order for tomorrow. Curiously, it was
marked both 'to be delivered' and 'customer to
pick up'. "Where do you want it to go?" Josh
asked. Nicola told him. Josh raised his eyebrows.
"There? Really?"
"Yes, really," Nicola replied. Josh pecked at
the keyboard, and announced, "It's done. I think
your friend will be the one in for a surprise
tomorrow."
"Now," said Nicola with a naughty smirk, as
she sashayed toward Josh. "About that favor..."
Josh turned to her, grinning broadly. Nicola
ducked behind the counter, and proceeded to undo
Josh's trousers. His cock, hot and eager, burst
forth. Nicola ran her tongue over the tip,
causing Josh to shiver with delight. Then she
plunged in, taking his entire length down her
throat, and commenced to suck him off.
Old Mrs. Glick was relieved to get to the
bakery before it shut. She bustled in through the
front door, seeing young Josh standing behind the
counter. "Evening, Josh!" she called. "Bit of a
last minute dash, but I did so want to get some
treats for the grandkids when I see them
Christmas Eve." Josh had the most extraordinary
expression on his face, somewhere between
pleasure and pain. He stared at Mrs. Glick in
shock.
"Josh, are you alright? You look alittle green
around the gills."
"I'm OK," he stammered. His mouth hung open,
and his whole body twitched. Involuntary moans
issued from his lips. Of course, Mrs. Glick
couldn't see behind the counter the head bobbing
up and down at Josh's crotch. Josh had never had
a blowjob from anyone before, let alone a
Hollywood starlet. His eyes rolled back into his
head. Mrs. Glick jumped. Obviously, the poor boy
was having an attack or something. To her horror,
her threw back his head and screamed, "Oh
fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk." Then
he toppled over.
Mrs. Glick scrambled for the phone. Josh
needed a doctor! It was then that the brunette
head rose from behind the counter. She turned to
Mrs. Glick and gave a sheepish grin. "Um, that
probably won't be necessary."
*********
Jimmy Harper had done OK for himself. A kid
from the mean streets of Philly, he had stuck to
what he did best- basketball- and made his mark
in the world. Now he lived the good life in
Beverly Hills. Nice house, great car. He had it
all. Tomorrow he'd fly back home to Philadelphia,
spend a quiet Christmas with his folks, but
tonight Jimmy Harper was ready to party with his
friends. The house throbbed to the music coming
from the state-of-the-art home entertainment
center that cost more than his old man ever saw
in a year. Jimmy's friends were scattered around,
each of them greeting him warmly as he made his
way through the modest crowd to answer the door.
To Jimmy's surprise, it was a white girl.
Hell, one damn fine white girl. He could see
right through her t-shirt at the titties that
almost strained to get out. Jimmy grinned. "Well,
hello darling."
"Jimmy Harper?" she asked. Jimmy detected an
Australian accent. "Yeah, that's me," he replied.
"And what can I do for you, baby?" She smiled
sweetly and offered her hand. "My name's Nicola.
A mutual friend said you might be able to help me
out with something." Jimmy took her hand, raised
it to his lips, and kissed it gallantly. "Then
you'd better come inside then," he replied.
Nicola entered, and Jimmy paused at the door to
check out that damn fine ass in one hell of a
tight pair of jeans.
They made their way into the lounge. Jimmy's
friends looked curiously at the girl as she
entered the room. If Nicola was nervous at being
the only white girl in a room full of black men
she didn't show it. Jimmy turned to her,
undressing her with his eyes. She was tall and
elegant, Jimmy guessed a model or something. LA
was crawling with them. Basketball-groupies,
white chicks who wanted to taste some black dick.
He'd heard the stories before and thought they
were all just that, until this moment. "So what's
this thing you want me to help you with?"
Nicola smiled. "I need you to do me a favor.
There's something I need to get done, tomorrow."
Her beautiful blue eyes looked at him with hope.
"Tomorrow's Christmas Eve, I got plans.
Everybody's got plans."
"At least hear me out," she replied. "Please."
Jimmy screwed up his face and let out a sigh.
Suddenly, Nicola slipped her hands under her
shirt and pulled it up over her head, baring her
breasts. Free from their confinement, Nicola's
boobs bobbed gently back and forth. She stood
topless at the center of attention. "Now will you
listen to me?" she asked.
Jimmy stroked his chin, and then burst out
into a grin. "Baby," he said, "I think we should
continue this discussion in my jacuzzi."
*********
Christmas Eve. Nude, Angela crouched in the
darkness. It was a three-layer cake, large enough
for a girl of her height (over 6ft) to jump out
of, but cramped nevertheless. Even squatting
down her head brushed against the inside top that
she would, in a few minutes, burst out of.
Being inside the cake meant Angela had no idea
what was going on outside. She could feel it
being bumped and jiggled as it was delivered to
its final destination. She silently swore at the
incompetency of the morons who had to deliver
her. Just like those two idiots at the bakery.
Nineteen year old kids. They had baked the cake
and had it ready for Angela when she arrived. The
logistics of the operation meant that they had
got to see her nude as she climbed inside the
cake in the backroom of the bakery. She haughtily
waved aside their attempts to help her in (and
cop a feel), and looked disdainfully up at them
as they put the lid on and sealed it with
marzipan. From their leers Angela could only
guess they'd never seen a naked woman before. But
there had been something else about them, they'd
been sniggering all morning. Now what was that
about?
No matter. Angela dismissed it from her pretty
mind. Her plan was going like clockwork. There
wasn't a man alive who wouldn't like the little
Christmas surprise she had planned for Mr.
Carter. And when he got this cute little present,
delivered to him at his office on Christmas Eve
as he arrived to check the numbers, Mr. Carter
would be so grateful he'd probably give Angela
her own show. She smiled dreamily. Her own show.
She wouldn't be vindictive against that Aussie
bimbo that had got in her way so many times.
There would be a part for her. Of course, she'd
be doing all the degrading, sexual stuff that
would make the ratings go through the roof and
Angela rich. Yessir, this was going to be the
best Christmas ever.
Her spell was broken by a thud that lurched
her violently inside the cake. Again she cursed
the delivery men under her breath. They'd pay.
And Nicola. They'd all pay for daring to piss off
Angela Monroe.
She had tried to keep track of the journey
from the bakery to the TNA building in her head,
but had quickly become confused. She was coasting
now, on the little wheeled cart the cake was
sitting on. Angela rubbed her hands with glee.
She guessed she was heading through the corridors
of the TNA building, bound for Mr. Carter's
office. Suddenly the cake stopped moving. Angela
could hear muffled voices outside. She flexed the
cramped muscles in her lovely long legs and
tensed herself to make her grand entrance. All
she needed to do now was wait for the signal...
There is was. Three long thumps on the side of
the cake. Angela smoothed down her hair, tweaked
her nipples, and burst out of the top of the cake
with a grin.
"Surpri-..."
It seemed the only person who was really
surprised was Angela. Her grin vanished at the
sight before her. She wasn't in Mr. Carter's
office. She was in the locker room of the LA
Lakers. And staring at her, grinning broadly,
were the LA Lakers. Even though she didn't follow
basketball, Angela could tell they were the LA
Lakers because they wore their LA Lakers shirts.
However, she couldn't help but notice they
weren't wearing their LA Lakers shorts. Angela,
naked except for a pair of high-heels, a sash
that read "Merry Christmas", and a very shocked
expression, was standing in a room surrounded by
large, erect penises.
"Um, hi..." Angela stammered at last. Clearly,
they were expecting her. "I think there's been
some kind of mistake." The two men on either side
of her grabbed her arms, and lifted her out of
the cake, setting her down in the middle of the
room. In one movement, Angela went from being the
tallest person in the room to being the shortest.
The cluster of large, expectant male bodies
crowded around her. The naked starlet stepped
back from a glistening cock that reared up before
her, only to feel the unmistakeable slimy feel of
another one brushing against her back. Angela
smiled nervously at the men.
"I don't think so," the man before her said.
"Ysee, at first we was pretty fucked off at
Assistant Coach Harper for scheduling practice on
Christmas Eve. But he told us that if we showed
up, we'd get ourselves a nice little Christmas
present. And sure enough, here you are." His grin
was met with a shout of excitement from his team-
mates. Angela opened her mouth to reply, but the
two men either side of her seized her again, and
carried her through the locker room. Powerless,
Angela could do nothing to stop the sea of giant
hands that freely groped her luscious, naked
body. Her head spun. What had gone wrong? Why had
she been delivered to the wrong place? And why
were the LA Lakers expecting her?
Angela was heaved face down onto a table. The
two men either side of her continued to hold her
arms, while two others seized her legs and spread
them apart like a turkey wishbone. Who could've
done this? She'd told no-one, except Dizzy, and
she had enough trouble getting a t-shirt on, let
alone set something like this up. In a flash,
Angela realised it could only be one person:
Nicola. That bitch had found out and was ruining
her plan to give Mr. Carter the best Christmas
present ever.
Angela let out a squeak as something wet and
slimy brushed against her pussy lips. It was only
someone applying a lubricant, but it was a taste
of what was to come. Angela sighed, realising the
only thing to do was go along for the ride and
enjoy it as best she could. It wasn't like she'd
never pulled a train before. Ironically, she'd
even had this very same sexual fantasy before.
And how many girls can honestly say they've gang
fucked the LA Lakers?
Angela smiled nervously up at the player
standing before her, his cock waving inches from
her helpless little mouth. She'd give it one more
shot. "The thing is, I really need to be
someplace else. If you gentlemen would help me on
my way, I would be more than happy to come back
sometime and- ulp!" The eager member slipped
between her lips, pushing its way into her mouth.
Almost instantaneously, a second plunged into her
cunt with a noisy slurp. As Angela felt two more
cocks slip into her delicate hands, she briefly
felt a burst of anger at Nicola. Somehow,
sometime, that little Aussie slut would pay for
this.
*********
Nicola was having a wonderful Christmas Eve. It
was a warm night in LA, reminding her of
Christmas back home. It had been a good year for
the sexy young model from Melbourne. She'd only
arrived in Hollywood a few months ago, and had
already made quite an impression on Tinsel Town.
Alone, but in the mood for celebration, Nicola
had decided to take herself out for dinner. She
had succeeded in getting herself a little drunk,
and had managed to even cop of feel of herself in
that taxi ride home.
Nicola had then proceeded to invite herself in
for a nightcap. Somehow, she'd managed to
convince herself to slip into the hottub- without
her trademark bikini- and with the aid of a glass
of chilled champagne and a book entitled "Erotic
Fiction by Hecate" was well on the way to getting
to third base with herself.
"Why, Miss Baron," Nicola giggled to herself
as she slipped two fingers inside her very wet
pussy, "I do believe you're trying to take
advantage of me!"
The phone rang, and with an elegant flick of
her hair, Nicola answered it. It was her agent,
asking her to fill in for Angela on a commercial
shoot for December 26. Innocently, Nicola asked
why Angela wasn't able to do it herself.
"I guess she's been ill or something," came
the reply. "Apparently, she can't walk for a
couple of days."
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