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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 2002 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, events & institutions is pure coincidence.

Author's note: The "Nicola Adventures" are a series of erotic
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: Live & Uncensored <- 5. Nicola Gets A Woody
6. Bikini Christmas Carol 7. Sex Kitten

Please don't email me asking for the other stories, you can find
them in a Usenet archive such as google.com/groups or possibly
ASSM's own archive.

Feel free to drop me a line, but please keep it relevant to this
story, positive or negative. I'm
sarah7932_nofuckenspam@yahoo.co.uk

Nicola: Live & Uncensored (MF oral exhib span humil)

Nicola stood naked in her dressing room admiring herself in the
mirror. The 20- year-old Australian beauty had a stunning
38-25-35 body, and in her bare feet stood 5'9". She had a golden
all- over tan, a legacy of many a nude sunbathing session. Nicola
had the trim, sexy figure of a model- which is precisely what she
was. The Aussie stunner had, only months before, arrived in
Hollywood from her native Melbourne to start her movie career,
and had recently finished work on her second movie "Bikini
Stewardesses 2".

   Now her agent had arranged for Nicola do some publicity work,
to help get her some exposure. First stop was here on the
late-night talk show, "The Tony Moroni Show". 'Exposure' was the
right word for this program, as Nicola had only found out after
agreeing to appear. Tony had something of a knack for convincing
his gorgeous female guests to shed their clothes, much to the
delight of TV audiences. Nicola was in no doubt that she would be
baring herself tonight! Which led her to her current dilemma-
what do you wear when you're about to strip naked on live TV in
front of thousands of cheering men? This is why she was standing
around nude, waiting for the wardrobe girl to bring her the
outfit she would be wearing (for a while at least) on the show.

   Nicola looked at the reflection of her face in the mirror. She
had long, chestnut brown hair that draped across her shoulders,
and deep blue eyes. Nicola smiled. She had a charming, toothsome
smile that some men said reminded them of model Linda O'Neill,
with those full pouty lips and cute little overbite. Nicola
leaned forward and cupped her bare breasts, offering them to an
imaginary audience. Her smile became a naughty smirk. She tweaked
her nipples, causing them to pinken and swell as if in
anticipation of their public appearance. Nicola turned to admire
her ass in the mirror, and only then did he notice the man
standing behind her. She gave a squeak of surprise.

   He chuckled. "I see I'm not the only one that likes to check
out a gorgeous naked broad."

   Nicola smiled sheepishly. Her admirer was a heavy-set man,
with an Italian accent that made her think of Tony Soprano. She
made no attempt to cover her naked body, even as he continued to
cast a lustful eye over her figure. "Um, hi," she said. "I'm
Nicola Baron, but my friends call me Knickers." She offered a
delicate hand, and he gently shook it. "Yeah, I know. I'm Tony
Moroni, this is my show."

   Nicola grinned broadly, immediately feeling attracted to this
important man. "Mr. Moroni! It's a pleasure to meet you."

   "The pleasure's all mine, toots," he replied with a lick of
his lips. "Is that what you're planning on wearing tonight?"

   Nicola glanced down her nude body, remembering that she was
still in her birthday suit. "Oh no!" she giggled. "I'm just
waiting for the wardrobe girl to bring me some clothes."

   Nicola lowered her eyes and took a step toward him. Her voice
took on a husky quality. "I'm really looking forward to being on
your program tonight, Mr. Moroni," she breathed. "I understand it
should give a real boost for my career."

   "Please, call me Tony. Yeah, I think you can count on getting
plenty of exposure tonight. I take it your agent has talked to
you about the um, 'content' of the show?" Nicola was now standing
so close to him she could feel his hot breath on her tits. His
eyes burned with lust as he stared at the stark naked starlet
standing before him. Nicola reached out and placed her hands on
his shoulders. In return, Tony placed his hands on Nicola's hips.
The touch of his fingers on her bare skin sent sparks of pleasure
racing through the adorable Aussie. Holding his gaze with her
deep blue eyes, Nicola nodded. "Uh-huh. I'm familiar with your
'interview' style. You can count on me to be a good sport. I'm
more than willing to join in on the fun."

   Tony smiled, no doubt looking forward to the evening ahead.

   "So, do you think I'll be a hit tonight?" Nicola asked. He was
stroking her now, running his fingers up and down her sides.

   "Honey, our ratings are going to go through the roof!" Tony
laughed. Then he added, "Yknow, before every show I like to get
to know each and every one of my star guests very intimately."

   "Oh?" Nicola replied with a teasing smirk. She reached forward
and brushed her hand across the bulge in his trousers. "And I was
beginning to think I was the only nude starlet whose dressing
room you'd slipped into."

   "No," Tony replied, "but you're certainly the prettiest."

   Nicola blushed and playfully swatted his arm. "Oh Mr. Moroni!
I mean Tony. If I had any pants on right now, you'd be charming
them off me."

   They were playing a game that Nicola had learned to play well
in the few months since she arrived in Hollywood. It wasn't just
about sex. It was a game of tease and promise, to draw the moment
of arousal so that her 'mark'- the producer, director, executive
who had something she wanted- was practically begging to fuck
her. And it wasn't just them who enjoyed it, the erotic dueling
of words got Nicola horny too. Tony's hands had moved up from her
sides, and were gently caressing the undersides of her bare
boobs, strokes that climbed up the swell of her bosom to the
nipple on the summit and back down again in a soothing, regular
motion. Nicola shivered in delight. Time for her to make the next
move.

   "This could be quite a break you're giving me, appearing on
the show," Nicola breathed.

   "Yep, it could well be," Tony replied.

   "I feel so obligated to do something for you in return."
Nicola gave him a doe-eyed look. "Is there anything you'd like me
to do for you?"

   "Well," said Tony, making himself comfortable in the only
chair in the room, "you're a smart girl, Knickers. I'm sure
you'll figure out what it is I really need done for me- or *to*
me." He opened his legs wide, inviting Nicola to slip between
them. With a naughty smile, the starlet complied, settling her
bare bottom on the floor. She began rubbing his thighs, causing a
considerable amount of motion in Tony's crotch, inches from
Nicola's face.

   "How's this Tony?" she asked.

   "Oh that's great, great. But it's still not really enough of a
thank-you, is it?"

   Nicola slid her hands together to meet at Tony's crotch, and
began to directly massage his dick though his trousers. Her
delicate fingers gently traced along the monstrous swelling that
throbbed beneath the material. Tony gave a moan of pleasure.
Nicola was getting pretty turned on herself. The game of
seduction had turned into outright foreplay. Time for Nicola to
take things in hand and see that Tony gets the fuck he deserves.
She pulled down his zip and reached inside. Tony's hot and eager
penis leapt into Nicola's cool hand. She hauled it out into the
open air. Erect and pulsing, it poked up out of his pants like a
flagpole. Tony was panting now, his eyes closed. Nicola gently
stroked his cock, coaxing it to perform for her.

   "How about now?" Nicola asked innocently. "Good..." Tony
replied, reaching down to run his hands through Nicola's silky
brown hair. Nicola added, "Is there anything else I can do for
you while I'm down here? Anything at all?" She was almost
absently mindedly jerking Tony off with slow strokes.

   "Well...," Tony was breathing heavily from the sheer pleasure
the skilful massage Nicola was administering to his penis. "I
understand you're one hell of a cock sucker. I'd love it if you
could give little Tony here a good tongue bath."

   Nicola smiled at the compliment. She *was* good at this, and
was pleased word was getting around Hollywood. "It would be my
pleasure," she replied. He was uncircumcised, what Nicola thought
of as a 'lipstick dick'. She rolled down the foreskin, exposing
the helmet. It glistened enticingly in the light. Nicola's tongue
flicked out, and she licked his penis like an ice-cream, her
tongue slithering across the smooth, sensitive head. Tony
shivered with delight. Her soft hands weren't idle during all of
this, and Nicola continued to wank his shaft. Lovingly, she
popped Tony's cock into her moist, willing mouth and began to
practice her skills on him. Nicola's head was soon bobbing up and
down in his lap, as she fucked Tony's cock with her mouth.

   Tony relaxed back in the chair. He was in seventh heaven. All
his life, all Tony had wanted was for beautiful women to fuck
him. When he got his own top- rated talk show on the TNA network,
that dream had come true. The power that he had overcame his less
than attractive physique, and now gorgeous young starlets like
Nicola here were more than willing to use their nubile bodies to
pleasure him. He gasped in delight, as her silky mouth and tongue
brought his cock to the heights of ecstasy never felt even by
him. Nicola was a champion, a blow-job princess without peer.
He'd have to get her back on the show again. Maybe a regular
guest spot. Her own private dressing room, right next to his,
where they could fuck at their leisure right before going on.
Tony began to move his broad hips slightly back and forth in the
chair in time with Nicola's delicious strokes.

   Nicola could feel the nearness of Tony's orgasm. She'd only
been sucking him off for a short time, and it was a little
disappointing that she'd have to wait her turn, but there would
be plenty of time after the show for a nice long screw, back at
Tony's place. Nicola's purring pussy would have to wait till
later to be pumped by the dick currently being serviced by
Nicola's lips.

   Not for the first time Nicola was amazed at the changes that
had overtaken her in the past few months. Not long again she had
been a professional model back in her hometown of Melbourne.
Although gorgeous, she had been something of a prude. But since
getting a new agent, and coming to Hollywood to launch her acting
career, Nicola's sex drive had leapt into warp speed. Whereas
back then she would only model modest and tasteful swimsuits and
lingerie, she was now fully prepared to strip naked on camera. In
fact, in a very short time the man whose cock she was slurping on
would entice her to shed her inhibitions, and her clothes, before
an audience of millions of cable TV viewers. Nicola purred with
pleasure at the thought.

   But first, there was the little matter in hand. Or rather, not
so little. Nicola's expert blowjob skills were bringing Tony to
climax. She used her free hands to caress his heavy balls,
coaxing the cum out of them. Nicola could feel the violent spasms
within his flesh. Tony's cock was becoming a bucking bronco, with
Nicola just the cowgirl to ride him.

   Just then the dressing room door swung open and the wardrobe
girl returned with Nicola's outfit for the show. The surprise
caught Nicola off- guard, and for a moment she nearly lost her
rhythm, but recovered nicely, with Tony feeling nothing but
pleasurably more of his manhood sliding down Nicola's bottomless
throat. The girl didn't bat an eyelid as she laid out the clothes
on the dresser and Nicola guessed it was an everyday occurrence
for Tony Moroni to be serviced by his delectable guests before
the show.

   "Hi Tony," said the girl. "Hiya Debbie," Tony replied. He
gestured toward the brunette head beavering away at his crotch.
"Debbie, this is Knickers. Knickers, Debbie."

   "Hi there Knickers," Debbie said cheerfully. Her mouth full,
Nicola's reply was a friendly, if muffled greeting.

   With a grunt Tony came, spurting cum down the back of Nicola's
throat. She swallowed eagerly, slurping down his seed before he
had a chance to pull out of her mouth and spray the sticky stuff
all over. Nicola knew from experience it was not a good idea to
let a blow-job ruin her make-up or hair right before she went on
camera. And the only way to do that was to gulp down every last
drop, with an extra swirl of her tongue under Tony's foreskin to
get clean him off.

   Tony let out an appreciative sigh as he stood and buckled his
pants. "Sorry to cum and run, but there's another guest on the
show tonight I gotta go 'attend to'." Nicola felt a twinge of
jealously, but of course Tony wouldn't devote a whole show just
to her. "Who is it? Anyone I know?"

   "Maybe," Tony replied with an enigmatic smile as he walked out
the door.

   "OK," said Debbie as Nicola picked her naked bottom off the
floor. "I've gone for something a bit glitzy and glamorous. Try
these on."

   Her outfit consisted of a strapless boobtube top, covered in
blue sequins. It sparkled as Nicola held it between her fingers.
The bottom was a silky strip of black material, a daringly- short
miniskirt.

   "No underwear?" Nicola asked. Debbie laughed. "Not on this
show!" With the attractive girl's assistance, Nicola slipped the
revealing ensemble on. The top fit snugly around her superb body.
Her tits were covered by the sparkly blue costume, although
plenty of Nicola's cleavage was on display. Also on display were
her tanned shoulders and upper chest, as well as her bare midriff
and bellybutton. The skirt was just as daring. It was so short,
more like a wide belt than anything else, revealing plenty of her
sexy long legs. Nicola plucked at the hemline, wanting to show
off as much as possible, trying to find the happy medium between
exposure and decency. But then again, on this show there was no
decency. Nicola knew that at some point she'd be taking the skirt
off and showing the cheering audience what was under that
hemline.

   Nicola posed in front of the mirror, satisfied with the
outfit. Debbie looked her over as well, examining Nicola's fine
curves with more than just a professional glint in her eye.
Uh-oh, thought Nicola. Another girl-on-girl encounter, perhaps?
Nicola had been strictly straight before she came to Hollywood
(well, there was *one* time...), but since her friend and 'Bikini
Bandits' co-star Jennifer had seduced her at an audition, Nicola
had developed a roving eye for the ladies as well. She and
Jennifer were still good mates, and after partying together often
wound up in the sack gently nibbling on each other's clits well
into the night.

   But before Nicola could pursue Debbie's interest further,
there was a sharp rap on the dressing room door. "Come in,"
Nicola called. The door opened, and a be-spectacled, acne-
scarred face poked inside. It was Scooter, the Assistant
Assistant Floor Manager. "Miss Baron?" he asked, his yet-to-break
voice skipping through several octaves, "you're wanted on the
floor."

   "Coming," Nicola replied, and followed him as her led her
around behind the set. Not quite 'led' though, as Scooter lagged
behind, obviously entranced with the sight of Nicola's bottom
wiggling with each step in her tight little skirt. Nicola
smirked. Tonight was going to be fun.

   They were right behind the red stage curtain. "We'll just have
to wait here for..." Scooter's voice trailed off as something
caught his eye. His mouth opened, and he looked for all the world
like a stunned mullet. Nicola turned to see what he was staring
at- and her jaw dropped too.

   Walking toward them was one of the most gorgeous women Nicola
had set eyes on. She was very tall and statuesque, even taller
than Nicola herself. She had long blonde hair and sparkling blue
eyes. But what grabbed Nicola's attention was the fact that she
was naked from the waist up, revealing an enormous pair of tits.
Huge whoppers, topped with luscious pink nipples, they bounced
with every step she took across the backstage area. She work a
sparkly, silver-sequined skirt that ended just below her navel,
and Nicola easily imagined the reason she was topless was because
no garment could ever restrain that rack. The well-endowed girl
grinned as she spotted Nicola and sauntered over.

   "It's Nicola, isn't it?" she extended a hand. "I'm Kitten
Magee, the show's co-hostess." Still a little stunned, Nicola
shook her hand, causing her stupendous boobs to jiggle.

   "Scooter..." Kitten addressed the AAFM, but he didn't hear
her. He was still staring down at her chest. Nicola didn't blame
him! Kitten gave a sigh of exasperation and pushed Scooter's chin
up so that his eyes were finally looking up into hers. "That's be
all Scooter. Please go and check on our second guest."

   "Right away, Miss Magee!" he replied, and dashed off, nearly
tripping over a cable in the process. Kitten shook her head and
laughed. "No matter how many times we do the show, he always acts
like this is the first time he's seen these puppies."

   "You mean you always go on like this? Topless?" Nicola asked.
She was having the same problem as Scooter, unable to stop
staring at Kitten's tits. If she minded, though, she didn't show
it.

   "Yup," Kitten replied. "Tony and I always do a 'bit' about it.
Here, you can watch on the floor monitor." She pointed toward a
TV screen nearby.

   "You must have phenomenal ratings," Nicola murmured. Kitten
noticed her staring and smiled. She slipped her hands under her
boobs and bounced them playfully for Nicola. "You like them?
46DD, all natural, not an ounce of silicone. Go ahead, have a
feel." Nicola gave her a surprised look. "Go on," Kitten urged
her, "they won't bite." Nicola reached and gently squeezed
Kitten's generous helpings of boob. They felt so soft beneath her
fingertips. She trailed her nails across the sensitive aureoles,
causing Kitten's nipples to stiffen. Like many women with outsize
tits her aureoles were large saucers the size of Nicola's palm,
and the nipples tasty little nubs that cried out to be sucked.
Utterly fascinated, Nicola continued to grope Kitten until she
finally interrupted her.

   "Ahem, if you've finished, we can start the show," Kitten said
with a playful smirk. Nicola blushed alittle, and withdrew her
delicate hands, but continued to eye up Kitten's rack. Nicola
noticed that the red 'on air' lights were now on, and everyone
backstage was quiet. Kitten raised a microphone to her lips and
spoke. The show had begun!

   "Filmed live on videotape from beautiful West Hollywood before
a studio audience, it's 'The Tony Moroni Show', TV's most
outrageous half-hour! Now please put your hands together for the
man himself, Mr. Tony Moroni!"

   Suddenly, from the other side of the curtain came a burst of
whistles, hoots, and yells backed by wild applause. Nicola
jumped, realizing for the first time that she standing just a few
yards from a rather large audience of men, all of them here to
see her get up to some late-night hi-jinx. Nicola suddenly felt
the flutter of butterflies in her stomach. Be brave, Knickers!
she told herself. It's not like you've never done anything like
this before.

   As Nicola was mildly panicking Tony continued with his opening
monolog. She could see on the floor monitor he was standing on
the other side of the curtain. Wearing a leisure suit and slacks,
Tony seemed to be playing up the similarity between himself and a
certain TV gangster. The show was pretty much like 'The Tonight
Show', although the joke Tony was telling was far racier than
anything Johnny ever told.

   "A deli owner hires this broad who likes to wear really short
skirts. One day, a guy walks into the deli, glances at this
chick, then glances at the loaves of bread behind the counter.
'I'd like some raisin bread, please,' he says. The broad has to
climb up a ladder to reach the raisin bread, cos its way up on
the very top shelf. The guy, standing right below her, gets
treated to one hell of a view up her skirt. What Canadians call
'beaver spottin'. Anyway, as she gets the bread, all these other
guys come in and they twig to the situation pretty quick. Pretty
soon, everyone is asking for raisin bread, and she's climbing up
and down. After a few trips, this broad is starting to get pissed
off. She stops at the top of the ladder, glaring at the men
standing below. She notices an elderly man standing amongst the
throng. 'Is your's raisin too?' she yells. 'No,' croaks the old
man. 'But it's startin' to twitch.'"

The audience roared with laughter. And it wasn't just the jokes
that made this show really stand out. As the applause died, Tony
continued.

   "And now it's time to welcome a very special lady, she's the
hostess with the mostest, except when it comes to clothes when
she's the hostess with the leastest, a big hand for Miss Kitten
Magee!"

   Kitten whispered to Nicola, "Just come on when you get the
cue. And relax! This is *the* most fun show on television." With
that she pushed through the curtain. On the monitor, the nervous
Nicola saw her emerge on the other side, smiling a little shyly
to the madly cheering audience. She raised an arm and waved to
them, setting her titanic tits wobbling. Nicola noticed how much
Kitten was enjoying herself, as she basked in the glow of male
adulation that was being heaped upon her bare boobs. Here was a
kindred spirit. Kitten was blowing them kisses now, grinning at
her cheering fans. Finally, she demurely trotted over to stand
next to Tony.

   "That's a real nice outfit you're almost wearing there,
Kitten," Tony remarked, with a laugh from the audience.

   "Why, thank-you Tony," Kitten replied. "The funny thing is
that there used to be alot more to it. If I didn't know better,
I'd swear someone snuck into my dressing room, and stole the top
part of my costume just so I'd have to go on the show tonight
topless." She placed her hands on her hips and gave Tony an
accusatory look. He gave a shifty look, and winked to the camera.
"Yeah, funny that," he murmured. "Funny that it happened last
night, too."

   "And the 83 nights before that," Kitten added. They were both
playing the routine for laughs, and the audience was eating it
up. "Yknow, Tony, when you hired me to hostess the show, you said
I wouldn't have to show my boobs unless it was absolutely
necessary."

  "Well, let's put it to the audience, shall we. How about it,
guys, is it necessary for Kitten to show us her tits?!"

   "YES!" they roared back. Nicola giggled.

   "Now, Kitten, leaving aside your knockers for a moment," (a
drum sting from the band) "we've got some really great guests on
the show tonight, haven't we?"

   "That's right Tony," Kitten replied. "Our first guest is a
gorgeous twenty- year-old actress and model who comes all the way
from down under."

   "Down under, huh? That figures. Right before the show, she
went down on me."

  Another drum sting, followed by a collective groan from the
audience. Nicola blushed deep red. If only they knew Tony wasn't
joking!

   Kitten continued. "Although she's only been in Hollywood a
couple of months, she's already racked up leads in two movies,
'Bikini Bandits' and 'Bikini Stewardesses 2'. Please welcome,
Miss Nicola Baron!"

   Nicola swallowed. It's showtime! she told herself, and with
that stepped out to meet her adoring fans. A wave of cheers
greeted her entrance. Nicola stood blinking under the studio
lights, unable to see them properly, but certainly hearing them.
Noise and heat buffeted her. Nicola felt hot and sweaty, her
small amount of clothing uncomfortable against her perfect body.
She smiled and waved, uncertain of what to do next. Kitten
appeared, and guided her by the arm toward the interview area.
"You're doing great, sweetheart," she whispered. "Just remember
to relax and give the folks out there the show they want tosee."

   From behind his desk, Tony arose, giving Nicola a chaste peck
on the cheek, and a not so chaste grope of her boob. Then Nicola
settled down on the couch, crossing her smooth legs and smiling
coyly into the camera. Kitten sat next to her, wrapping her arms
around herself to make a shelf to rest her massive boobs on.

   "So, Nicola," Tony began, "I understand you have a cute little
nickname that you've come to be known as in Hollywood. Would you
care to share it with us?"

   Nicola rolled her eyes theatrically. "It's Knickers."

   "Knickers?" asked Tony. "Panties, as you Americans would say,"
Nicola replied. Tony laughed. "How do you get a name like that?"

   "Well, it started when I was 17. I was at school, getting
changed for gym. Anyway, I was just taking my skirt off when I
realized I wasn't wearing any underwear. All the other girls
noticed and started laughing at me. From then on I was
'Knickers'." Nicola blushed 'remembering' the incident. In fact
her agent had dreamt it up for her when she came to Hollywood.

   Tony laughed. "So, 'Knickers'. Tell us a little about
yourself."

   "Well, I was born in Melbourne, Australia. I was a
professional model there, starting when I was 16. A couple of
months ago, though, I got a new agent and he suggested I come
over to Hollywood to become an actress. So I took the plunge and
here I am."

   "Now, I understand that there's a slight difference between
the kind of work you did back home and what you're doing here in
California."

   "That's right, Tony. You see, I used to be such a terrible
prude. I would never've dreamed of taking my clothes off for a
photographer."

   "But all that's changed now?"

   "Oh, you betcha. I work nude, I model nude, I act nude. I
should pretty much stop buying clothes."

   The audience chuckled. The shy Nicola was melting away,
replaced by the exhibitionist Knickers who always wanted to be
the center of attention. Knickers, the gorgeous Aussie starlet
with the killer bod who couldn't wait to show it off. Nicola sat
back in the couch, thrusting her chest forward and casting sultry
gazes down the camera lens. She crossed and uncrossed her legs,
quickly flashing her bare pussy, and eliciting a gasp from her
audience. Nicola giggled to herself, enjoying the tease. Even
Tony looked flustered.

   "Well... perhaps you'd like to tell us what your measurements
are?" he asked.

   "Sure," Nicola replied. She stood up, and leaned toward the
camera, causing her top to fall open to give the craning audience
a peak at her luscious tits. "I'm 38," she cupped her boobs,
"25", her hands slid down her bare stomach, "35", ending up on
her shapely hips, barely covered by that scandalously short
miniskirt. She smiled to her audience, and was seated again. This
time, she sat with her knees just a little further apart.

   "Not bad," murmured Kitten beside her, running a hand over
Nicola's arm.

   Tony was really surprised by now. Perhaps he was unused to his
guests being quite so forward. "Perhaps we should move on...
you've recently finished your second movie, 'Bikini Stewardesses
2'."

   "Yes Tony," Nicola replied. "I've brought along a clip tonight
which really shows off my um, 'acting talent.'" She gave the
camera a wink.

   "Let's roll that, shall we?" said Tony.

   The lights dimmed, and all eyes turned to the big overhead
monitor. It was the 'recruiting' scene. Onscreen, Nicola was
dressed in a skimpy halter top and very short shorts, standing in
a lineup with a number of other gorgeous young women. Nicola's
friend Jennifer, as Bikini Airways founder Melissa, was dressed
in the traditional Bikini Stewardesses outfit- blue bikini,
little blue cap, collar and cuffs, and a pair of gold wings
clipped to a bikini strap. 'Melissa' was giving the new recruits
a stirring speech.

   "So you wanna be a Bikini Stewardess? Well, we don't just take
anyone. My girls are the best of the best, always willing to do
whatever it takes to ensure our passages enjoy the best flight
ever." She paused in front of Nicola. "What's your name,
sweetheart?"

   Nicola snapped to attention, thrusting her impressive cleavage
forward. "Kelly," she replied. "Well, Kelly," asked Jennifer, "do
you think you've got what it takes to be a Bikini Stewardess? A
sky-bunny? A cabin-cutie? A mile-high maid? A First-Class Filly?
An all-action, all-smiling, don't-know-
the-meaning-of-the-word-no one-woman inflight entertainment
center?"

   Nicola thought about it for a moment, and then snapped back,
"Will all due respect ma'am, you can bet your pretty little ass
on it."

   Jennifer raised an eyebrow. "And what do you think makes you
qualified?"

   Nicola smiled. "These." With that, she reached behind her back
and popped the clasp on her halter-top. Her impressive boobs
bounced into view. Grinning, 'Kelly' stared out at her audience,
pushing her tits together.

   The studio audience clapped. On the couch, Nicola gave a shy
smile to their compliment to her obvious talent.

   "Wow," said Tony, "that sure is a nice set of hooters you were
flashing there."

   Nicola blushed. "Thank-you Tony."

   "Yknow," Tony continued, "as much fun as it was seeing you up
there on the big screen, I'm sure we'd all enjoy seeing your
'acting skills' displayed here in the studio."

   It took a moment for Nicola to realize what he was asking. She
smiled, playing it coy. "Oh, I don't know about that Tony. Taking
my clothes off on live TV in front of an audience? I don't know
if I could do something *that* risqu,."

   "Sure you could," Tony entreated her. "A gorgeous young woman
like you's got nothing to be ashamed of." Tony turned to his
audience. "How about it guys? Who wants to see Knickers give us a
bit of a show?"

   There was a roar of affirmation for the eager crowd of men,
many of them waiting on the edge of their seats in anticipation.
This is what they had paid to come see, a beautiful Hollywood
starlet giving her all, and Nicola wasn't about to disappoint
them. This was her true moment of glory. She pretended to think
about it for a while longer. "Well..." She slipped the tip of her
finger into her mouth and gave a wicked grin. "OK."

   Nicola stood up from the couch again. She stared down the
camera lens, seducing the audience with her hypnotic blue eyes.
Slowly, she began to undulate. Nicola closed her eyes, moaning
softly. The camera was glued to her body, following her every
move. Nicola was grinding her hips in the air, making love to an
invisible partner. Once again, she felt a mysterious power of
lust and desire to be the center of attention take over body,
casting off her inhibitions. She wanted to be naked, she wanted
men- and women- to see her stark naked, to ogle her bare tits and
glistening pussy. Nicola wanted to be wanted to fuck. Arching her
back and pushing her boobs forward, Nicola reached behind her,
feeling for the zip on her boob tube. She pulled it down in a
lsingle motion. The garment fell off, but Nicola caught it and
continued to dance, teasing the audience, using it as a screen to
cover her luscious tits. Finally, she tossed it aside, baring her
magnificent chest to her adoring fans. Next came the skirt.
Nicola grasped the hem, pulled in up, so that it bunched together
into a thin band of material riding high on her shapely hips. It
really was just a belt now, as Nicola tugged the hem up more and
more of her muff was revealed to the camera. She stopped, with
just the bottom V of her crotch exposed. She cast a naughty
teasing look down the lens, and then slipped the skirt down. It
slid effortlessly down her legs, and lay like a puddle of silk at
her feet.

   Nicola was now completely naked, except for her high-heels and
the look of absolute pleasure on her pretty face. She stopped
moving and assumed a classic model's pose- leg slightly forward,
hands on hips, boobs out, chin high. As enchanting in video and
print as she was, Nicola nude in person was quite a sight to see,
and many of her audience would remember for a long time. Staring
out into their see of lust-crazed faces, Nicola wasn't about to
let an opportunity slip by.

   "Remember guys, that's 'Bikini Stewardesses 2', starring me,
in your local video store from next month. Don't forget to rent
it."

   Her heart pounding, Nicola sat back down on the couch, feeling
its soft velvet tickle her bare bottom.

   "Well, with that, I think we better go to a commercial break.
But stay tuned, cos we'll be right back when you can see even
more of Nicola- if that's possible- and we'll meet our next
guest."

   The Floor Manager shouted "Clear!", and they were off the air.
Kitten put an arm around Nicola and drew the nude starlet close
to her, her enormous left boob rubbing against Nicola's arm. "You
were wonderful," Kitten purred. "Thanks," Nicola replied. "You
were right, this is fun!"

   "Honey, there's more to come yet," replied Kitten. Was that a
wicked glint in her eye, Nicola wondered. Was there a surprise in
store for me?

   "Back in 1!" yelled the FM. Kitten gave Nicola a quick peck on
the cheek. "Wait here, sweetheart, we have to go introduce the
next guest." With that, Kitten stood and joined Tony standing
back in front of the red curtain. Nicola wondered who it could
be. Someone famous perhaps?

   The studio lights came back up. The FM called the countdown
into the show, and they were back on air.

   "Welcome back, you're watching 'The Tony Moroni Show'. Wow
Kitten, that Knickers is one hot broad," said Tony.

   "Mmm, you can say that again Tony," Kitten replied. "I
wouldn't mind finding her after the show in my dressing room with
a pair of flying goggles and a stick of wet celery." Tony
scrunched up his face trying to picture *that*, and the audience
chuckled.

  "Well, thanks for sharing that Kitten," Tony said at last.
"Who's our next guest tonight?"

   "Our next guest is also a rising young Hollywood starlet.
She's been a professional nude model since she was 18. She's
appeared in several videos, including 'Supermodel Skinnydip
Party' and 'Undercover Cheerleaders'. Her new movie, 'Bikini
Quantity Surveyors' hits the stores next month. Please welcome,
Miss Angela Monroe!"

   Nicola's face fell. A tall, slim, raven haired beauty strode
out from behind the curtain, dressed in an elegant, if rather
short, black cocktail dress. It was Angela "Angel" Monroe,
Nicola's bitter rival in Hollywood. Since the day they met Angela
had been cruel and nasty toward Nicola. Angela practically threw
herself at Tony, French kissing him with an enthusiasm that drew
howls of delight from the audience. Nicola scowled. This was not
going to be fun after all!

   Kitten led Angela onto the couch, while Tony sat behind his
desk. Angela cast a scornful glance at Nicola before sitting down
next to her. Nicola, still naked, squirmed, feeling distinctly
underdressed next to the sophisticated Angela.

   "Angela, I understand you have a little nickname too?"

   "Yes, Tony. All my men friends like to call me 'Angel'." She
looked into the camera and fluttered her eyelashes, eliciting a
collective "ahhh" from the crowd.

   Nicola gave a snort, but said nothing. Angela pretended not to
hear her.

   "You're a model, and an actress, just like Knickers here. I
bet it's a real tough profession."

   "That's right Tony. Ysee, our industry is full of
*foreigners*, so Americans have to compete for jobs with them.
Plus there are so many girls who are total sluts who will do
anything to land parts. It's hard for an honest, American girl to
earn a living." She cast several glances over at Nicola, who was
silently beginning to fume.

   Tony had obviously twigged to the situation. He smirked and
asked, "It sounds like there's some real competition going on
here in Hollywood."

   "Not really, Tony," Angela replied, with a casual flick of her
hair. "It's just no contest. The lucky few of us with talent get
the leads, while the bimbo sluts just fuck their way to bit
parts. For three months at any rate, before they get deported
back to where they came from." Angela turned to Nicola for the
first time. "You've been here for almost three months now,
haven't you?"

   Nicola gave a forced smile. "Talent is something you're born
with, Tony. You've either got it..." she arched her back,
emphasizing her 38 natural tits, "...or you don't." She gazed at
Angela's chest. The dark-haired beauty had much smaller boobs
than Nicola, a sore point between them (or rather, two sore
points). Angela gritted her teeth, but didn't rise to the bait.
She took a deep breath, puffing out her perky, but petite bust.
"Unfortunately some actresses have all their talent in their
tits."

   "I guess that means no tits, no talent," Nicola retorted.
Angela was furious. Forgetting she was on TV, she rounded on
Nicola and screamed, "Slut!"

   "Cow!"

   "Bimbo!"

   "Bitch!"

   "You've never worn underwear in your life, *Knickers*."

   "You can talk," Nicola retorted. "You're still wearing the
training bra your mum bought you when you were 12."

   Angela gasped, her face a mask of shock at such an insensitive
jibe. Nicola realized she'd gone too far. Angela turned pink,
then bright red. With a scream she leapt across the couch at
Nicola, grabbing her by the hair. Nicola squealed in pain, and
seized the front of Angela's dress. It tore easily, her perky
tits popping into view. Angela's hands were scrabbling at
Nicola's chest now, but as she was naked, her nails dug into
Nicola's soft tits.

   "Ladies, ladies, please," Tony said. "Remember where youare."

   The two starlets stopped. They turned to look at the studio
audience and the cameras, realizing they were catfighting on live
TV. Tony smiled.

   "I'm afraid we've got a little confession to make, haven't we
Kitten?"

   "That's right, Tony," she replied with a shrug.

   "Ysee, we knew all along about your little feud, and that's
why we invited you both to be here tonight."

   "What?" hissed Angela.

   "We thought we'd help you settle this once and for all. And
what better way to settle an argument between two women,
audience?"

   "BIKINI OIL WRESTLING!" the crowd roared back. Nicola jumped
in surprise. Bikini Oil Wrestling? That's why they wanted her on
the show?

   "So what do you say, girls? You wanna strip down and oil up
for us, and get alittle payback at the same time? Winner will be
whoever gives the best show."

   The feuding starlets were lost for words. Nicola finally found
her voice. "Sure. Why not? I said I'd be game, didn't I?" She
turned to Angela. The beautiful if bitchy model still sat with
her small tits hanging out of the front of her dress. She wore a
viper's grin. "It would be my pleasure."

   The audience applauded. But Nicola was worried. That was an
awful glint she spied in Angela's eye.

   "OK, we're gonna take a quick commercial break, but stay with
us cos we'll be right back with more fun, plus the bikini oil
wrestling grudge match of the century, Knickers Baron versus
Angel Monroe. You *do not* want to miss that!"

******

   Nicola once again stood naked in her dressing room, trying
very hard to ignore Scooter as he covered her body in oil. Why
did she get herself in for this? Bikini oil wrestling against her
mortal enemy Angela Monroe on live TV? Would that really catapult
her to stardom?

   At least Scooter was enjoying himself. It was hardly
surprising. Nicola was completely nude, and standing on a plastic
sheet. Scooter had a dopey grin on his face and a large tent in
the crotch of his trousers. This particular part of his job
required him to personally make sure Nicola was oiled up for the
match. Excitedly, Scooter squirted more oil across Nicola's
already slick chest, and began to massage her bare boobs. As
unattractive as Scooter looked, Nicola had to admit he gave a
great oil massage. His fingers squeezed her tanned tits, skimming
across her erect nipples. A familiar tingle was dawning in her
loins. It was not what Nicola needed right now.

   "Could you do my bum please?" Nicola asked, turning to present
her rump to Scooter's magic fingers. "Ah, sure, Miss Baron!"
Scooter replied, his hands now massaging her ass cheeks. Nicola
was pretty well greased up by now, Scooter's eager hands had
roamed across almost every nook and cranny of her gorgeous body.
She could see on the monitor that they were out from commercial
and Kitten was performing a comedy sketch. Still topless, she was
dressed as a chef in a supermarket, her enormous knockers hanging
over the front of her apron. Evidently, she was trying to get
passers-by to sample a particularly revolting brand of
cheese-in-a-can.

   Suddenly Nicola let out a gasp. Scooter's hands had found her
labia and were now oiling that up too. He gently held the
tenderest part of her anatomy between his thumb and forefinger,
stroking it. Nicola looked down in surprise at his buck-toothed
grin. Who would've thought that geeky Scooter knew exactly what
to do with a woman's joy department? Nicola couldn't help
herself, she opened her legs to allow Scooter to probe deeper
inside her. Scooter leapt on the opportunity, his digits
slithering deep inside her pussy. Nicola moaned. The oil burned
her sensitive cunt, but that was nothing compared to the desire
burning inside her as Scooter finger fucked her. She was grinding
her hips, fucking his hand back, her greedy pussy trying to suck
more of his fist inside of her.

   Nicola came, her juices rolling down the inside of her bare
legs, mixing with the oil to create a musky odor of sex. Scooter,
satisfied with a job well done, sat back to admire his handiwork.
Nicola's beautiful tanned body was darkened further by the oil.
She glistened in the light, her perky nipples and full breasts,
smooth stomach, and inviting crotch. Scooter handed Nicola a
white string bikini to wear. Nicola tied on the top to (just)
cover her boobs, while Scooter (his face inches from her pussy)
tied the bottoms on.

   "It's time now, Miss Baron," Scooter told her. Nicola adjusted
the bikini. It concealed very little of her body, the top
consisted of small triangles that covered her nipples but allow
generous amounts of boobflesh to hang free, whilst her bottom was
displayed by the g-string that disappeared between her ass
cheeks, and reappeared as a tiny wedge of material that made
Nicola truly appreciate the ultra-close bikini wax. Nicola
admired herself in the mirror, and noted with satisfaction that
she was devastatingly cute. On the monitor the sketch was winding
up. Kitten had hit upon the idea of squirting dollops of cheese
on her nipples, and male customers were lining up to lick it off.
Nicola steeled herself. It's showtime!

******

Tony was wearing an awful paisley jacket and sitting at his desk
with an old- fashioned microphone in front of him. He was going
to play commentator tonight.

   ""Alright sports fans! It's the Bikini Oil Wrestling match
you've all been dying to see! In the white trunks, weighing in at
38-25-35, all the way from Melbourne Australia, 'Knickers'
Baron!""

   At the other end of the studio a spotlight flicked on to
reveal Nicola dressed in her white bikini. She had been
completely nude in front of this audience just minutes ago, but
now that she was wearing tiny swimsuit she felt even more exposed
to their lustful gaze. They were no doubt hoping that Angela
would soon tear Nicola's bikini off her glistening body. She gave
a nervous smile and waved. The audience clapped, whistled and
even barked in their excitement.

   ""And in the black trunks, weighing in at 32-22-32, from
Trenton New Jersey, 'Angel' Monroe!""

   Another spotlight came on, revealing Angela wearing a black
bikini and also slippery with oil. She growled and flexed her
biceps. Nicola noticed with some alarm that Angela's slim body
bulged with muscles. The audience again went wild, though there
were a few hisses and boos among the clapping. Evidently Nicola
wasn't the only one who saw Angela as the badgirl.

   Between the two starlets was an inflatable children's paddling
pool, as oily as they were. Standing next to this was the
referee: Kitten, dressed in a cutoff black and white stripped
shirt that barely covered her boobs, and a black pair of
hotpants. The busty beauty waved the combatants over to the
'arena'.

   ""Alright girls,"" Kitten instructed them, her amplified voice
filling the studio, ""I don't want a good clean fight. I want as
dirty a fight as can make it. Winner will be whoever puts up the
best show. Now I want you to kiss and go to your corners, then on
the bell come out catfighting.""

   Both girls looked startled. Did she say kiss? Couldn't they
just shake hands? Awkwardly the two starlets leaned their heads
together, their faces almost touching. They hesitated, no-one was
sure which way to go, and neither wanted to bump noses with their
nemesis on live TV. Finally Nicola broke the impasse by kissing
Angela on the cheek. Angela murmured in her ear, ""In a few
moments, slut, you'll be kissing my ass.""

   ""In your dreams, Little Miss Mini- Tits,"" Nicola whispered
back. Then they parted, taking a few steps back to the opposite
ends of the paddling pool.

   The bell wrung! Nicola put on a stern face and stepped forward
to meet her enemy. Both girls adopted a fighter's stance, hands
out ready to attack. They circled each other, looking for an
opportunity to attack. All around them was the roar of the crowd
and the babble of Tony's voice as he called the fight.

   Nicola's eyes roamed across Angela's near-naked body. She
looked so good, dressed in little more then a sheen of oil.
Steady Knickers, this isn't the time to be thinking about that!
However, she noticed the knot holding her bikini bottoms in place
rode high on her shapely hip, the end dangling temptingly down
her thigh. Nicola narrowed her eyes, and made a grab for it. With
cat- like speed, Angela's left arm lashed out and blocked her,
while her right arm grabbed Nicola's wrist. Nicola squealed in
surprise. Angela was holding her tight with one hand, and with
the other fought to tear at Nicola's bikini top. The adorable
Aussie panicked, Angela was much better at this than she thought.
Unable to dodge away, Nicola did the only thing she could. She
leapt forward, and grabbed Angela around the waist. The two
near-naked bodies slithered against each other. Nicola felt
Angela's small boobs pressed against her own, and for a brief
moment she knew what it was like to have four tits. Despite the
torment Angela had heaped upon her, Nicola felt an erotic charge
as they held each other close. Angela wriggled frantically in
Nicola's grasp, unwittingly grinding their crotches together.
Nicola suppressed a moan. She reached behind Angela's back,
searching for the knot that held her bikini top in place, her
fingers sliding across the bitchy starlet's oiled flesh.

   Angela quickly twigged to the tactic, and with a shove pushed
Nicla backwards. She stumbled, falling to her knees. Angela stood
over her, hands on hips, her modest tits quivering with deep
breaths. "Come on, you no-talent Aussie bimbo. Come and get me."
With a squeal, Nicola launched herself at Angela. It was a
mistake. Angela grabbed her by both arms, pinning them to her
sides. Nicola fought to break free but Angela was surprisingly
strong. Too strong. The momentum of Nicola's charge sent the pair
swinging, and with a painful thud Nicola fell face down on her
boobs in the pool. Angela's fall was more controlled, and she
landed on top of Nicola, pinning her to the floor. Nicola
squirmed desperately, but with a knee in her back it was no good.
She was helpless and at Angela's mercy, all on live TV.

   The crowd roared their delight. The studio cameras crowded
around the hapless Nicola, catching every angle of her
predicament. She could see on the floor monitor an evil grin of
delight on Angela's face. ""OK, you win! Get off me!"" Nicola
squealed. From behind her Angela coldly replied, ""It ain't over
yet. You heard the lady- we're supposed to fight dirty."" Angela
suddenly released one of Nicola's arms. She flailed wildly, but
uselessly. Angela's free hand untied Nicola's bikini top, and
with a good tug pulled it out from beneath the pinned starlet.
Nicola yelped. She looked up at the audience. They were laughing
now, applauding her dilemma. Kitten circled the pool, but did not
intervene. This was a fight with no rules. Nicola, helpless, was
humiliated. She started to blush, a deep red bloom on her cheeks
that spread down across the exposed top of her chest. But it
seemed Angela was far from finished.

   The raven-haired beauty grabbed Nicola's one free hand. Nicola
could feel her tying something to the wrist. It was her own
bikini top! Angela yanked the captured hand across and began to
bind it tightly to the other. Nicola's hands were being tied
behind her back with her own bikini top! She continued to writhe,
but with her hands bound it was an even more futile gesture, as
she wiggled like a worm in the oil. She could still kick, but
Angela sat back on her legs, pinning them to the ground as well.

   Again, Nicola felt Angela's fingers loosen the knot that held
her bikini bottoms together. ""Okey-dokey now, here we go,"" she
said with an evil smirk. There was nothing Nicola could do as her
archenemy stripped her naked in front of the jeering crowd.
Angela tugged the remaining half of her bikini free, and used it
to tie Nicola's ankles together. Nicola was now completely
helpless. This was without a doubt the most humiliating moment of
her life. But still, Angela wasn't finished.

   ""How about a show, boys?"" Angela called out to the audience.
The reply was an incoherent roar. Angela knelt down, hauling
Nicola over her knee. Her exposed bottom glistened enticingly
under the hot studio lights. Cackling with glee, Angela raised
her right hand in the air.

   SMACK. She brought it down on Nicola's backside. She let out a
squeal, more of shame than actual pain. Her face burned with
embarrassment as she choked back tears. Again Angela raised her
hand, and brought another blow down on Nicola's poor bottom. The
audience was going wild- this was beyond what they had hoped.
Angela continued to spank Nicola at will, raining down blows. At
last she stopped, panting. Nicola's face and bottom were both
bright red. She peered out at the audience from behind strands of
hair plastered to her face with oil and sweat. "I think we know
who the real winner is tonight," Angela declared. She stood up,
facing the crowd with a victorious grin.

   Kitten helped Nicola to her feet, pulling free her bonds. The
Aussie starlet's eyes were red and moist. Tony had come down from
his desk and now stood near the pool, regaling the audience with
how wonderful a match they'd seen tonight. With Nicola untied,
Kitten stood between them, holding each by the wrist. In a loud
voice, she cried: ""I declare the winner and champ- een. Knickers
Baron!"" With that, she raised the startled Nicola's arm above
her head.

   All hell broke lose. The audience was cheering, vocal in their
approval of Kitten's choice of winner. Angela was enraged and
stunned. ""WHAT? Her???""

   Tony led Nicola to the front of the stage. The naked starlet,
still slick with oil and a little red from the spanking, gave her
fans a stunned smile. ""Thank-you, thank you all!"" She cried,
throwing them kisses.

   ""What the hell is going on here?"" Angela demanded. ""I
won!"" Kitten gave a thin-lipped smile. ""I believe I said the
winner would be whoever puts up the best show. Nicola definitely
did that tonight.""

   Angela was stunned. ""We'll see about that,"" she murmured
through clenched teeth. She took a step toward Nicola, but Kitten
grabbed by the wrist and spun her around. ""We got one rule
around here, sister, show your tits and show 'em with a smile. I
notice you're the only one still covered up."" Angela gave a
snarl, and brought her fist back to punch Kitten.

   The busty hostess didn't bat an eyelid. She gave an
exaggerated shrug of her shoulders. Her massive boobs swung up
with considerable force and crashed together on either side of
Angela's head. She went down, knocked out cold. Kitten smiled and
patted her tits. ""Good work, girls.""

   Oblivious to the fracas behind her, the naked Nicola basked in
the adoration of her fans. How many of them would rush out next
month and rent "Bikini Stewardesses 2" she wondered. How many of
them, their appetites whetted by tonight's entertainment, would
be salivating to see more of Nicola's body? And willing to pay
for the pleasure? She smiled, as she waved out at them. Yep, she
was pretty sure tonight had been a good move for her career.

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