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Subject: {ASSM} Knickers Down in Acapulco (A Nicola Adventure) {Knickers} (MF MMMMF exhib)
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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. Nicola & the Helpful Angel

3. Bikini Audition

4. Bikini Stewardesses Go Mile High

5. Hollywood Party Hostesses

6. Nicola: Live & Uncensored

7. Nicola Gets A Woody

8. Bikini Christmas Carol

9. Sex Kitten 

10. Best in Show

11. Knickers Down in Acapulco <-

Please don't email me asking for the other 
stories. Visit the website at 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/knickers/www . As well 
as all the episodes, you'll find author's 
notes, reader feedback, and some extra 
goodies that will be coming soon.

Feel free to drop me a line, but please 
keep it relevant to this story, positive 
or negative. I'm 
sarah7932_cutthisbit@yahoo.co.uk

Knickers Down in Acapulco (MF MMMMF exhib)

Nicola leaned over the handsome young 
Hispanic man, her tits threatening to pop 
out of her bikini top. The string that 
held that top in place dangled inticingly 
before him. Beyond temptation, he reached 
up and grasped it, gently sliding it 
loose. The gorgeous Aussie starlet brought 
her ruby-red lips close to his face and 
murmured softly, "Robbie, Robbie."

Robbie smiled, looking up into those deep 
blue eyes. "Yes, my love, what is it?"

"Robbie, you really shouldn't be sleeping 
on the job."

Robbie opened his eyes. Of course, there 
was no near-naked starlet standing over 
him, just Carlito.

"If Mr. Hardwicke catches you asleep in 
the breakroom he'll fire you."

"I'm not afraid of him," Robbie replied 
sulkily. He sat up, casually trying to 
hide the erection he'd sprouted from yet-
another daydream about his favorite b-
movie actress Nicola Baron. Thankfully he 
was wearing his uniform, a loose-fitting 
pair of blue trousers and jacket made from 
cotton so light they felt more like 
pyjamas.

"And aren't you on duty right now?" 
Carlito asked pointedly. Robbie grumbled. 
He was none too fond of his job. The 
nineteen year old was a bellboy at the 
Paradise Beach Hotel, Acapulco. He spent 
most of his time waiting hand and foot on 
wealthy American tourists. Hence his spare 
time was reserved for fantasizing about a 
certain model Robbie had an affection for. 

About two months ago Robbie had been 
browsing in the local video store when one 
tape caught his eye. Entitled "Bikini 
Bandits", it had featured Robbie's 
favorite theme of beautiful young women 
running around in various states of 
undress. One in particular had enchanted 
him, a gorgeous Australian actress named 
Nicola Baron. That night Robbie had 
scoured the internet for information on 
her, and found several fansites devoted to 
the starlet. Soon he was an ardent fan 
himself.

But lately Robbie was beginning to wonder 
if his fandom was turning into obsession. 
He was daydreaming about her at work. Was 
he starting to go too far? Even now, 
sitting in the breakroom wideawake, he 
thought he could hear her voice: that 
sensuous, husky Australian accent, 
followed by her charming laugh.

Robbie stopped. That wasn't his 
imagination- it *was* her voice. Robbie 
threw open the breakroom door and peered 
down the hall toward reception. Mr. 
Hardwicke was working the front desk, his 
weaselly little face twisted into an 
obsequious smile. Robbie looked over to 
the vision of loveliness standing opposite 
him. His jaw dropped.

She couldn't be more than twenty years 
old. Her blue eyes sparkled. She had long 
chestnut colored hair that framed her 
pretty face and fell to her shapely 
shoulders. She was casually dressed in 
jeans and a white t-shirt, which was 
stretched to contained her impressive 
chest. The top of the shirt was cut 
awfully low, showing plenty of her tanned 
cleavage. Robbie could see she wasn't 
wearing a bra, and her dark areolas were 
visible beneath the white material.

Could it be? thought Robbie. Is it really 
her? 

"Roberto!" Mr. Hardwicke barked. 
"Service!" Robbie blinked and stepped 
forward. "Yes sir, Mr. Hardwicke?"

"Please take Ms. Baron's luggage up to 
room 777." He handed him the key. Robbie 
took it as if in a daze. Ms. Baron? It was 
her! The one and only Nicola Baron! 
Obviously Mr. Hardwicke had no idea who 
she was. To him she was just another 
guest, but to Robbie she was a real live 
star, standing just a few feet away. 

Mr. Hardwicke snapped his fingers at 
Robbie. "Look lively Roberto!" Robbie 
quickly awoke from his trance. The 
gorgeous Australian model flashed him her 
trademark toothsome smile. Robbie stared 
into those sparkling blue eyes and gave a 
dopey grin in reply. "This way, por 
favor."

The pair stood in the elevator. Robbie 
couldn't help his eyes wandering across to 
the woman standing next to him. She met 
his glances with a curious smile. Robbie 
blushed and looked away.

The elevator stopped and they walked down 
the hall, Robbie leading the way. His 
heart beat roared in his ears, and every 
step felt like an eternity. Robbie was so 
aware of the close proximity of her body 
right behind him, radiating an aura of 
sexual desirability. Robbie's cock began 
to dent his trousers. 

They arrived at Nicola's room. Robbie 
unlocked the door and led her in. She 
stepped into the plush suite, brushing 
exquisitely close past him. Robbie watched 
as she moved gracefully toward the 
balcony, admiring the spectacular view of 
the Pacific Ocean.

"Wow, it's gorgeous!" exclaimed Nicola. 
Standing behind her, Robbie's eyes were 
firmly on her shapely behind, squeezed 
into those too-tight jeans. "Oh, si," he 
breathed. Nicola turned around and gave 
him a inquisitive but friendly look. 
Robbie's eyes flicked back up to her face 
and he chastised himself for leering at 
her. He tried to slip into professional 
mode, and began by giving her his usual 
spiel about the facilities.

"You have a mini-bar here, stocked with a 
wide range of liqueurs and beverages. 
Satellite TV, plus the in-house movie 
channels. They're all free, although there 
is a surcharge for any adult movies." 
Inwardly Robbie groaned as he realized he 
had just told Nicola Baron she'd have to 
pay extra for any porn she wanted to 
watch. However she just nodded politely 
and he carried on. "Through here, ensuite 
bathroom, including whirlpool bath. Here's 
a card that details all the hotel 
services, in-room dining, laundry & dry-
cleaning, shoe-shine. The rest of the 
hotel's facilities include a fully 
equipped gym with trainers on hand, tennis 
courts, golf course, Olympic swimming 
pool, discotheque, video arcade. Breakfast 
is served from 7 am to 11, lunch from 
11.30 am to 1.30 pm, and dinner from 7 pm 
till late, with light meals available at 
other times."

"Thank-you. I always seem to have problems 
when I'm in a hotel," Nicola replied with 
a smirk. Not knowing what she meant, 
Robbie gave a slight cough. "Um, I just 
wanted to ask you. Are you, ah, *the* 
Nicola Baron, the actress?"

Nicola gave a broad grin. "Why, yes! 
You're seen my movies?"

"Si, yes," Robbie replied. "Actually, I'm 
quite a fan."

"This is great!" Nicola enthused. "I don't 
get to meet many fans!" She stepped closer 
to Robbie. The bellboy couldn't help 
himself, against his will his eyes 
wandered down to the impressive swell of 
her bosom as it bulged out of her t-shirt. 
If Nicola was angry with Robbie for 
staring at her cleavage she didn't show 
it, and as Robbie's gaze flicked back 
between her face and her tits, she smiled 
at him sweetly.

"So you like watching my movies, huh?" 
Nicola asked. Robbie blushed. "Si, I watch 
them, and I check out the websites and 
that sort of thing."

Nicola's eyes lit up. "There are websites 
on me on the internet? Wow! You've got to 
show them to me sometime."

"Sure," Robbie replied. "Any time, just 
dial 0, and ask for me, and I can bring a 
computer up to your room."

Nicola rummaged in her purse and produced 
a five dollar bill. "Thank-you, Roberto," 
she said, reading his name tag. Robbie 
beamed. "Please, call me Robbie."

"Oh, well then Robbie, you must call me 
Knickers." 

Knickers? Robbie's heart skipped a beat. 
He'd read on one site a rumor that Nicola 
was known to her friends as Knickers. 

"Well, adios Ms. Knickers," he grinned and 
left. 

Robbie was just making his way down the 
hall, smiling to himself at what just 
happened, when a large shadow loomed in 
front of him. Robbie looked up to see two 
large, lumpy figures blocking his way.

"Um, hi Chad," Robbie said. Yesterday a 
group of American college boys had booked 
into the hotel, a quartet of clean-cut, 
fresh-faced, frat brothers named Brad, 
Chad, Rad and Tad. Robbie had been seized 
by an ill-advised sense of camaraderie 
and, as he helped take their bags up to 
their suite, he'd made a stupid attempt to 
insinuate himself into their exclusive 
little group. This had involved boasting 
to the boys that he'd be able to secure 
some "entertainment" for the big party 
they were planning. Now he regretted it.

"I'm Brad, he's Chad," the ringleader 
growled. "Just thought I'd remind you, 
Tad's birthday party is tomorrow night and 
you promised to recruit some of the local 
talent to welcome him to the big two-oh."

"Yeah," added Chad.

Another blonde-haired, blue-eyed all-
American college boy appeared behind 
Robbie. Towering over him, he placed a 
meaty paw on the bellboy's shoulder. Brad 
grinned evilly. "Rad here will be awfully 
displeased if you let Tad down, won't you 
Rad?"

The man-mountain Rad didn't reply. Chad 
added, "Yeah."

Robbie quavered under their malevolent 
gazes but tried not to sound frightened. 
In reality, Robbie knew exactly as many 
hookers as he did astronauts, lion tamers, 
and bikini quantity surveyors: none. But 
he shrugged and said "Sure thing guys. 
Won't let you down."

Brad stepped aside, letting Robbie past. 
"See that you don't," he replied. "Yeah!" 
chimed in Chad. Robbie nodded, and 
scuttled past the trio.

Later, after Robbie had done more work 
around the hotel, he put his feet up in 
the breakroom again, trying to forget his 
run in with Brad, Chad and Rad, and mull 
over his chance encounter with the 
delectable Knickers. So it was true that 
Nicola Baron's nickname was Knickers? 
Robbie hadn't believed Rizla when he told 
him that. Rizla's website listed lots of 
other rumors about the gorgeous Aussie 
starlet- rumors about her love of 
exhibitionism, about wild Hollywood sex 
parties, about Nicola being more than 
willing to put out. Could they be true 
too?

Robbie's mind was still unravelling the 
possibilities when rat-faced Mr. Hardwicke 
entered the breakroom. Robbie jumped to 
his feet. "Roberto," he snapped (Hardwicke 
always snapped at the Mexican staff 
members), "Ms. Baron in 777 wants you to 
bring a computer up to her room."

Robbie scrambled to the door, pleasantly 
surprised that Nicola did indeed want to 
check out her own fansites. He rushed past 
Mr. Hardwicke and down to IT Services to 
check out a computer for her.

Humming to himself, Robbie wheeled the 
computer trolley up to Nicola's room and 
knocked on the door. There was no answer. 
Robbie knocked again. "Hola, Ms. 
Knickers?" Still no reply. Robbie was a 
little disappointed, she must've gone out. 
At least he could set it up for her when 
she comes back.

Robbie let himself into the room with his 
passkey. He located the T3 connection on 
the writing desk and was plugging in the 
cable when he heard a voice calling from 
the bathroom.

"Robbie? Is that you?"

Robbie nearly jumped for joy. She was 
still here, he hadn't missed her! "Si Ms. 
Knickers," he replied. "I'm just setting 
up your computer."

"OK. I'm just getting out of the shower. 
I'll be there in a minute."

Robbie booted up the computer. Hearing 
Nicola enter, he turned to look upon that 
vision of absolute loveliness. The 
gorgeous model was dressed in nothing but 
a towel, looking like she'd just stepped 
out of one of her movies. Robbie stifled a 
gasp. He knew that b-movies were just male 
fantasies, and the sexy hi-jinx that went 
on in them never went on in real life, but 
as he watched her Robbie could almost 
imagine that they did. Nicola stood almost 
as if posing, combing out her long, wet 
hair. The towel was tucked just above her 
boobs, and came down barely an inch below 
her crotch, proudly displaying Nicola's 
sleek, tanned legs. Her arms, shoulders 
and upper chest right down to just above 
her nipples were also bare, glistening 
with droplets of water. The towel flapped 
a little as she moved, revealing even more 
of her thighs. Embarrassed, Robbie turned 
away, keeping his eyes firmly glued to the 
computer screen.

"Oooh, I'm so excited," Nicola purred. 
"Having fans on the internet makes me feel 
like a real star."

"You are a real star," said Robbie. Nicola 
smiled at him. "You're sweet," she 
replied. 

Nicola grabbed a chair and scooted up to 
the desk next to Robbie. Once again he 
became aware of her body so close to him, 
and the intoxicating shower-fresh scent of 
the beautiful Australian actress mixed 
with the salty tang of the Pacific 
drifting through the open bay window. Her 
bare shoulder pressed against his, and 
Robbie breathlessly realized that he was 
actually touching Nicola Baron's moist, 
naked body.

Trying hard to seem relaxed, Robbie typed 
in the URL of Rizla's site. The hotel's 
connection was much faster than his own at 
home, and in a heart beat Robbie realized 
he'd made a faux pas. 

Quicker than he thought possible the 
screen began to fill with nude pictures of 
Nicola. Robbie froze. Stupid, stupid! He 
hadn't thought through what he was doing! 
She was sitting right next to him! What 
would she think? 

"Wow," said Nicola. "This is really neat!" 
She craned forward to get a better view of 
the screen. The starlet was wide-eyed. 
"Look at all those pictures of me!"

"Uh, yeah," Robbie replied. He wasn't 
quite sure what to say. She was OK with 
this? "This is Rizla's site, probably the 
biggest on the net."

"How did you find it?" Nicola asked. 
Robbie shrugged. "I typed your name into a 
search engine and up it popped." Nicola 
smiled as she watched the last few 
thumbnails appear. "God, look at all those 
pictures!"

Indeed there was a lot. Vidcaps from 
Nicola's two films to date, "Bikini 
Bandits" and "Bikini Stewardesses 2", and 
a very steamy music video she was once in. 
Most, if not all of them, showed the 
starlet in various states of undress. 
Nicola laughed. "I didn't realize I spent 
so much of those movies naked!"

Robbie felt something like a python 
uncurling in his pants. Emboldened by the 
revelation that Nicola was actually 
enjoying this, he pushed on. "That's just 
the first page. There's more on the next 
one." He clicked on the link and once 
again the screen began to fill with dozens 
more images of the starlet, this time 
magazine scans.

Nicola let out a laugh. "That's the spread 
I did for Australian Penthouse! And that's 
from The Picture!" Smiling she shook her 
head. "Those were the first ever nude 
pictures I posed for. God, I look so 
stiff! I guess back then I just couldn't 
relax in front of the camera, huh?"

Robbie felt faint. It was hardly 
surprising, as all the blood in his body 
was draining in opposite directions: to 
his blushing face and his throbbing dick. 
He had pored over those images so many 
times, pictures of the nude Australian 
starlet smiling out at him from his own 
computer, but he never imagined one day 
he'd be sitting next to her, showing her 
those very pictures. Not only that, but 
she was wearing little more now that she 
did in the photographs.

Nicola suddenly leaned across in front of 
him, taking control of the mouse herself. 
Her delicate hand brushed across Robbie's 
thigh, and his dick twitched violently. 
His face was almost purple with 
embarrassment. Nicola seemed oblivious to 
his state of anxiety and arousal, 
engrossed as she was in surfing through 
Rizla's gallery of nude pictures of 
herself.

"I can't believe he dug this stuff up!" 
Nicola enthused. She was clicking through 
some of the really rare stuff in Rizla's 
collection- caps of Nicola stripping on 
some cable TV show, a black and white scan 
from an English newspaper showing Nicola 
dancing topless in a bar, paparazzi shots 
of Nicola strolling topless along a beach, 
publicity stills from a carwash of Nicola 
in a wet t-shirt, a grainy photo of 
someone who may or may not be Nicola 
standing naked in a carpark, and the 
infamous pictures of Nicola caught in 
flagrante delicto with Kristi Ducati 
backstage at the Woodys.

Robbie glanced at Nicola. She had leaned 
so far across him that her towel was 
slowly slipping away from her body, and 
she either didn't notice or didn't care 
about her exposure. Robbie's eyes were 
glued to Nicola's bare upper chest, more 
and more or which was gradually being 
exposed. Her smooth, tanned flesh, 
rippling slightly as she breathed, was 
just soooo inviting. Robbie's gaze roamed 
further down her body and his eyes fell 
about the most arousing sight of his life. 
Not only was the entire top half of 
Nicola's left bosom completely bare, but a 
little brown nipple, slightly erect, had 
slipped out and was peeking at Robbie over 
the top of the towel.

He gave a gasp and leapt to his feet. 

"Is something wrong?" Nicola asked. 
Keeping his back turned to hide his 
erection, Robbie hastily replied, "No, I 
just remembered I have something to do." 
With that, he dashed out.

Later, on his way home from his shift at 
the hotel, Robbie was unable to get the 
imagine of Nicola's open towel from his 
mind. Was she coming on to him? In all the 
time he'd worked at the Paradise Beach 
Hotel, no guest had ever come on to him. 
It was pretty unlikely that when someone 
finally did, she just happened to be the 
girl of Robbie's dreams.

So it was all just innocent? Which meant 
that Robbie had better keep his hands to 
himself. If he mistook her actions for a 
pass, and tried to respond when she wasn't 
really interested at all, she could file a 
complaint with Mr. Hardwicke! Then Robbie 
would be fired.

It didn't really matter anyway, thought 
Robbie. He probably wasn't going to see 
much of Nicola again anyway. Little did 
Robbie know he was about to see a whole 
lot more of the gorgeous starlet.

The next day Robbie was again skulking in 
the breakroom, hoping to keep away from 
the frat boys. Tonight was their party and 
Robbie knew perfectly well he wouldn't be 
able to get any girls to attend. He also 
resigned himself to the fact that Nicola 
would probably spend the rest of her 
holiday lazing on the beach, or out on the 
town, and if he was lucky he might see her 
again when she checked out.

Suddenly, from the direction of reception, 
came the sound of voices raised in 
argument. Although he couldn't hear 
exactly what was being said, Robbie 
instantly recognised the two voices. The 
first was the nasally whine of his boss, 
Mr. Hardwicke. The second was the 
unmistakably sexy voice of Nicola. Robbie 
went out into the corridor to see what the 
commotion was.

Robbie's eyes opened in shock at what he 
saw. The lobby was pretty empty, as was 
normal at this time of the day. Nicola and 
Mr. Hardwicke were the only people at 
reception, arguing. Nicola's choice of 
daytime attire instantly grabbed Robbie's 
attention. The beautiful young starlet was 
wearing nothing but a thong. Her exquisite 
boobs were completely bare for anyone to 
see, although at that moment the only 
people who did see them was Robbie and Mr. 
Hardwicke, and for some reason he was 
having a problem with them.

Nicola's tits were as beautiful in person 
as they were on screen. They stood, firm 
and proud on her chest, evenly tanned to a 
golden brown. Robbie's eyes travelled 
hungrily over Nicola's entire body. Apart 
from the bikini-bottoms, Nicola had a tote 
bag tossed over one bare shoulder, and she 
wore that peculiar set of footwear 
Australians call thongs (and looking at 
her now, Robbie did see the similarity 
between the rubber shoe gripping her toes 
and the thin strip of material that 
disappeared between her ass cheeks). 
Otherwise the starlet was completely 
naked, and standing not ten feet away from 
him. Robbie's cock leapt to attention.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Baron," Mr. Hardwicke was 
saying, "I don't know how you do things in 
Australia, but here at the Paradise Beach 
Hotel there is most definitely no topless 
bathing in the hotel pool!"

"Why?" Nicola demanded. "I mean, what is 
the problem? They're just breasts!" She 
pointed at her bare boobs. "Do you really 
see anything wrong with these?"

Mr. Hardwicke blanched and tried to keep 
his eyes away from her chest. "This is a 
family hotel, and we request that the 
guests remained fully clothed at all 
times."

"But I have to sunbathe nude!" Nicola 
protested. "I'm a professional model and 
actress. If I get out in the sun with a 
bathing suit on, it'll leave unsightly tan 
lines on my body. Look, I'm wearing a 
thong. I promise I'll keep my pussy 
covered at all times."

Robbie was still staring at Nicola's tits 
when Mr. Hardwicke spotted him. "Roberto! 
Could you please explain to Ms. Baron why 
she must keep her clothes on for the 
duration of her stay with us."

Robbie swallowed, and scooted behind the 
reception desk so Nicola wouldn't see his 
erection. The gorgeous brunette battered 
her eyes at him. "Robbie, you don't mind 
me showing my tits, do you?"

Robbie's cheeks bloomed red. He tried 
desperately to look her in the eye and not 
let his gaze drift down to her chest. "I'm 
sorry, Ms. Kni-, er, Baron. It's hotel 
policy." Robbie's heart (and dick) was 
near to bursting at the crestfallen look 
that crossed her beautiful face.

Mr. Hardwicke gave the topless starlet a 
haughty look. "I hope this matter is now 
settled. Good day, Ms. Baron." With that, 
he stalked off.

Robbie hardly noticed, he was still 
staring at Nicola's luscious bare breasts. 
"Oh Robbie," she sighed, "I was really 
looking forward to catching some rays. As 
you know, my all-over tan is my 
trademark."

Suddenly, inspiration hit Robbie. He'd 
occasionally heard the guests mention a 
nude beach, only used by tourists, just a 
few miles down the coast.

"I think I know somewhere you can go and 
sunbathe. I'm just about to finish my 
shift, if you like I can take you down 
there."

"Oh, thank-you, Robbie," Nicola gushed. 
Robbie smiled to himself, pleased that 
once again he'd been able to do something 
nice for the gorgeous starlet.

Robbie rushed back to his locker to get 
changed. When he came back to the lobby, 
Nicola flashed him a warm smile. That was 
not all she flashed him- she was still 
topless. 

Robbie licked his lips. He looked hungrily 
on those soft pink nipples, wanting 
nothing more than to suck on those 
titties. Nicola didn't seem to notice him 
staring at her boobs. As they exited 
through the front door, Robbie said to 
her, "Um, don't you think it would be a 
good idea to..."

"Huh?" Nicola asked. At last she caught 
his gaze and looked down at her own bare 
breasts. "Opps!" she laughed. "Better 
cover my boobs." Robbie blushed. Nicola 
fished a cropped t-shirt from her bag and 
slipped it over her head. "I spend so much 
time working naked that I kinda forget to 
wear clothes sometimes," she explained. 
The t-shirt barely covered her breasts, 
exposing the bottom swell of each boob. 
"Am I decent now?" Nicola asked with a 
teasing smile. She did a spin, showing off 
her body to Robbie from every angle. The 
shirt did nothing to stop Robbie from 
gawking at her chest, but at least it 
would keep the policia happy.

As they drove along, Robbie had never felt 
more happy in his entire life. They 
chatted, Nicola wanting to know everything 
about him. He told her that he had lived 
his whole life in this tourist town, and 
was working at the hotel to make enough 
money to go to college in California next 
year. Robbie realized that they had quite 
a bit in common. It was only about 6 
months ago that Nicola had left her home 
in Melbourne to go to America to be a 
star. Robbie was alittle in awe of her. 
Although only a year older than him, she 
seemed so wise and sophisticated.

Robbie pulled into a small parking lot 
hidden behind the sand dunes. This looked 
like the place he'd heard about, a 
discreet, out-of-the-way beach where 
naturists could bare the elements in 
peace. As they got out of the car, Robbie 
could see only a few other cars parked, a 
sure sign of how quiet the beach was. A 
small track led down toward the sea shore.

"Mmm, love that sea air," said Nicola. She 
threw her arms wide and inhaled deeply the 
refreshing aroma of the Pacific Ocean. The 
minuscule t-shirt rode high on her chest, 
and as Robbie watched, both her nipples 
briefly slipped out, only to pop back 
under as she lowered her arms.

They didn't stay covered for long. Robbie 
felt like he was watching a scene from one 
of her movies. In one graceful move, 
Nicola grasped the bottom hem of her t-
shirt and pulled it over her head. She 
used that cross-arm motion that Robbie 
thought no-one ever used in real life. 
Seeing Nicola bare her boobs so casually 
in public had an instant effect on Robbie, 
and one more his trouser snake was 
rustling into life. Nicola was stripping 
right before, almost as if he wasn't 
there. But that wasn't all.

Nicola tossed the shirt into Robbie's car, 
and slipped her thumbs into the waist band 
of her thong. Slowly, almost teasingly, 
Nicola tugged the garment over her bottom, 
down her thighs, and onto the sand. 
Gracefully, she lifted her ankle and 
plucked the piece of swimwear, casting it 
in with the discarded shirt.

Completely nude, Nicola turned to Robbie 
and smiled at him. He gaped in wonder at 
her. Just as in her movies, Nicola was 
covered from head to foot in a golden, 
all-over tan. Her muff was a thin, neat 
stripe of chestnut colored hair riding on 
her crotch. Robbie had, of course, seen 
Nicola naked many, many times, but to see 
her standing before him barefoot in the 
sand- hands on her shapely hips, leg 
slightly forward in a model's pose, the 
wind playing in her hair- was almost too 
much for him. He turned beet red.

The naked starlet bent over and retrieved 
her tote bag from the car. She stood up 
straight, pushing her breasts out toward 
Robbie, and gave an elegant flick of her 
head sending her brunette mane over her 
shoulder. Nicola smiled at Robbie as if 
she stripped off in front of horny young 
bellboys everyday.

"Ah, chulita," Robbie breathed. 

"Chulita?"

"It means 'cutie'." 

Now it was her turn to blush. "You wanna 
come join me? I could do with someone to 
rub suntan lotion on my back."

Desire tore at Robbie. He wanted to pull 
the gorgeous starlet to him and kiss her 
passionately, making love to the naked 
beauty then and there on the sand. 

But he hesitated. His dick was screaming 
at him to go with her, but his head was 
thinking something else. Nicola was his 
dream girl, the object of his affections 
(and the subject of a more than a few 
moments of self-abuse), but that had 
almost been a different woman. That was 
the Nicola who had her clothes stolen in 
the New Mexico desert and had to dance 
naked at a local bar to earn enough money 
to get to Spring Break in "Bikini 
Bandits", and the Nicola who had helped 
save Bikini Airways from going under 
giving lap dances to passengers in "Bikini 
Stewardesses 2". The woman in front of him 
was the charming Nicola he had just spent 
an hour getting to really know.

More importantly, she was a guest. Robbie 
might be far from Mr. Hardwicke's reach 
out here, but if he ever found out that 
Robbie had had sex with a guest, he'd be 
fired in an instant.

So Robbie swallowed, told his dick to shut 
up, and politely declined, offering 
instead to wait here and drive her back 
when she was ready. "OK," Nicola replied 
with a shrug. Robbie tried to read her 
expression. Was she sad she had been 
rebuffed? Or indifferent to a casual 
request that was turned down? Robbie 
couldn't tell, because the gorgeous 
starlet turned away from him and with her 
cute bottom wiggling with every step, she 
made her way down to the beach alone.

Robbie was alone with his thoughts. He 
stretched out on the hood of his car, 
letting the warm sunshine soak into his 
body. He may not be able to bring himself 
to accompany Nicola in real life, but he 
was free to pursue her in the privacy of 
his own mind. He closed his eyes and 
smiled.

In his imagination, Robbie followed Nicola 
down onto the beach. He laid out a towel 
on the sand, and she stretched out face 
down on it with an inviting wiggle of her 
bottom. That was all the invitation Robbie 
needed. 

A bottle of suntan lotion appeared in his 
hand. He squeezed a great blob of the 
stuff in the small of her back. Nicola 
giggled as the cold liquid hit her skin. 
Robbie's hands began to work it into her 
skin, moving in lazy circles across the 
smooth, bare flesh of her lower back, 
moving down to the inviting hills of her 
bare buttocks, and then up to the 
shoulders, and the sides of her body, his 
roaming hands skimming close to her boobs.

With a toss of her hair, the imaginary 
Nicola rolled over. Every inch of her bare 
body was laid out before Robbie's hungry 
gaze, as Nicola waited for him to squirt 
more suntan lotion onto her.

In his mind, Robbie began with her 
breasts, those beautiful boobs that Robbie 
had lusted over for so long. He trickled a 
line of lotion back and forth between 
them, with Nicola tossing her head back 
and purring. 

Robbie put the bottle aside. Nicola's 
boobs were coated in milky-white suntan 
lotion, dripping off her nipples. With a 
grin, Robbie imagined stretching out his 
hands and gently caressing the starlet's 
quivering bosom, playfully squeezing each 
mound and watching with delight as her 
nipples sprung to attention.

"Way to pitch a tent, dude."

Startled, Robbie opened his eyes and 
looked around. The sniggering voice 
belonged to Brad, who, along with Chad and 
Rad now had him surrounded. Robbie sat up 
on the hood of his car, trying to hide his 
erection. He was more than a little 
horrified to see them here, but he guessed 
they might've heard about the nude beach 
too and had come to 'scope out some 
babes'.

"Hi, guys," said Robbie. He tried to sound 
casual, but in fact he was terrified. The 
trio had him surrounded, and by the looks 
of things they weren't friendly. He was 
right.

Brad advanced on Robbie, his blue eyes 
glowering at him. "Ain't seen you around 
the hotel today. Thought maybe you were 
avoiding us."

"N-no, just been busy, that's all."

"Well, the party's tonight in our suite, 8 
o'clock sharp. You better be there, twerp, 
and you better have some entertainment 
with you, or else Rad here is going to 
pound you into the floor."

"Yeah!" added Chad.

Robbie swallowed. He looked over at Rad, 
who was cheerfully cracking his knuckles. 
A faltering smile crossed the young 
bellboy's frightened face. "Sure thing 
guys. 8 o'clock. No worries."

"See that you do," replied Brad, and 
jabbed him in the chest. The three then 
jumped into their rented jeep, and with a 
squeal of tires and a blare of music, they 
tore off onto the road.

Nicola returned from the beach sometime 
later, her naked body a glorious bronze 
color. Robbie was sitting in the car 
looking more than a little depressed. 
Nicola retrieved her t-shirt and thong and 
slipped them back on.

"Why so glum?" she asked.

Robbie turned to her. Should he tell her? 
They'd shared so much on the trip out 
here. He was worried what she might think 
of him, but he had no-one else to share 
his predicament with.

So Robbie told her the story, how he 
checked the frat boys into the hotel, had 
made a stupid boast about getting a 
stripper for their party, and now was in 
danger of getting beaten senseless by Rad.

Nicola smiled at him. "Oh, Robbie." She 
put an arm around the young man and hugged 
him close against her. Such was Robbie's 
dismay at his impending doom that he 
barely registered the physical contact 
with the adorable Aussie.

"What I am going to do?" Robbie wailed. A 
sly smile slid across Nicola's pretty 
face. "I think I know how to get you out 
of this mess."

"How?"

"Oh, you just leave it to me. Trust me. Be 
at the boys's suite tonight at 8."

Robbie drove Nicola back to the hotel. He 
perked up considerably, now that Nicola 
had a plan to take care of things, even 
though whenever he asked her what it was 
she just smirked and told him to wait and 
see. But back at his own home, Robbie 
began to worry.

He was still worrying when he showed up 
outside the boys's suite at 8 o'clock that 
night. He stood outside the door wringing 
his hands. Nicola hadn't showed up yet.

Robbie was just thinking of making a run 
for it when the door opened. Brad was not 
pleased to see him alone. Before Robbie 
could move, the burly frat boy grabbed him 
by the scruff of his neck and dragged him 
into the suite.

Robbie was now in big trouble. He was 
surrounded by four of the biggest guys he 
had ever seen: Brad, Chad, Rad and Tad. 
The room was set up for a party, with a 
table crammed with every alcoholic 
beverage know to man in one corner. The 
boys had already been drinking and were in 
a mean mood.

"OK, bellboy, I want you to meet the guy 
you're letting down tonight. Tad?"

Tad didn't look too happy he was going to 
be spending his birthday party womanless. 
"You got some explaining to do," he 
growled. "Yeah," added Chad.

"Well, the thing is..." Robbie tried to 
say, but Brad cut him off. "Save the lies. 
Rad, pound this lying little turd."

The big oaf raised his fist. Robbie 
squeezed his eyes shut. But before the 
pounding could commence, there was a knock 
at the door.

"Room service!" called out a voice. Robbie 
knew that voice. That perky, sexy 
Australian accent could only be one girl.

"We didn't order any room service," said a 
puzzled Brad. He pulled open the door, and 
all five pairs of eyes turned to look at 
the fantasy that came sauntering in on 
black stilettos.

It was Nicola. She was wearing a maid's 
outfit and pushing a trolley, upon which 
sat a boom box, a bucket of champagne, and 
even more bottles of booze. As she entered 
with an exaggerated wiggle of her hips, 
Nicola gave the boys a saucy smirk.

Robbie stared, open mouthed. It was 
definitely not the uniform of any maid 
that worked at the Paradise Beach Hotel. 
The neckline plunged down her front, her 
impressive cleavage perilously close to 
bursting out of the tight garment. The 
skirt was very short and gauzy, it rode so 
high on her hips that every step Nicola 
took flashed her audience the black 
garters and stockings she wore underneath. 
The outfit was finished off with a lacey 
white apron around her waist and a white 
cap perched on her head.

"Hi boys," Nicola greeted the guests. 
"Time to start this party with a bang." 
The frat boys, who had also been staring 
at Nicola at silent wonderment, broke out 
cheering. Nicola hit play on the boom-box, 
and the room became filled with a thumping 
beat. Robbie didn't recognise the song, 
but its sensuous deep rhythms were just 
right for stripping.

"Who the hell do you think you are" the 
lyrics boomed. Nicola closed her eyes, 
surrendering her lithe body to the music. 
She began to dance, undulating sensuously 
around the room.

"I mean you know it
"You show it
"And you give it all away.
"You know it
"You show it
"And you give it all away."

Nicola placed one leg on a chair and 
gyrated her crotch inches away from Tad's 
shining eyes.

"Alright, dude, you came through for us!" 
smiled Brad, and gave Robbie a friendly 
pat on the back that sent him staggering.

"But, dude, she's Australian, not 
Mexican," said Tad, whose wide-eyed grin 
showed no disappointment whatsoever. Brad 
shook his head. "Dude, who cares!" 

Chad added a very excited "Yeah!"

The frat boys all grabbed a chair and 
formed a circle around Nicola. Only Robbie 
remained standing, excluded from the 
group. Nicola danced around the circle of 
hollering boys, slipping between their 
open legs and tantalisingly rubbing her 
ass against their crotches, then flitting 
away as groping hands descended on her 
body. 

Laughing, teasing, light as air, Nicola 
gave each of the boys a lap dance. She 
untied the apron, draping it over Tad's 
chair. Finally, she came to the center of 
the room. She gave Robbie a wink. Her 
delicate hands reach down to the skirt, 
finding the zipper that held it in place.

"What you think, boys, shall I?" she 
asked. They gave a drunken roar in reply. 
Smiling, she obliged their request, 
sliding the skirt past her waist, and 
letting it fall in a puddle at her shoes.

The boys cheered. Nicola wasn't wearing 
any panties. The black garters formed a 
charming frame around her light brown, 
neatly trimmed muff. Nicola turned slowly, 
letting them view her from all sides. She 
bent over at the waist, pushing her bottom 
into the air. Robbie could glimpse her 
nether lips glistening between her legs. 
Hands reached out for that very tempting 
rump, but Nicola quickly straightened up. 
"Naughty naughty!" she smirked. "All in 
good time."

Nicola crossed her arms across her chest 
and grasped the blouse by the hem. She 
raised her arms, and in a single motion 
pulled the garment off, baring her 
impressive tits to her appreciative 
audience. Robbie had seen her do that 
particular manoeuvre in her movies before, 
and was surprised to witness it in 'real 
life'.

Breasts jiggling wildly as she danced, 
Nicola retrieved the apron and tied it 
back around her waist. Although it covered 
her crotch, Robbie admitted she looked 
very fetching in her travesty of a maid's 
outfit.

Nicola continued to wiggle her away around 
the circle, lap dancing for the boys. As 
the song came to an end, Nicola stood 
naked in the midst of the boys. She smiled 
at them.

"First, there's the matter of the bill..." 
she said. Brad pulled out his wallet and 
handed over a credit card. "I hope plastic 
is OK?"

Nicola took a good look at it and smiled. 
"Perfect," she murmured. Placing it aside, 
Nicola perched her naked bottom on Tad's 
lap. His eager hands encircled her waist, 
his fingers tickling her bare boobs. 

Grinning, the Aussie starlet asked him, 
"So you're the birthday boy?"

"I sure am!" Tad replied. Nicola's hands 
found his crotch and she let out an 
exaggerated gasp of surprise.

"My! Such a big boy."

Lascivious laughter greeted her 
announcement.

"I trust you don't mind sharing your 
birthday present with your mates here?"

The boys leapt to their feet, whooping 
with joy. Smirking, Nicola led them into 
the bedroom. Robbie hung back, watching. 
Through the open door, he saw Nicola lie 
down on the bed, as Brad, Chad, Rad and 
Tad struggled to rip off their own 
clothes.

Tad was first. He jumped up on the bed. 
Nicola obligingly spread her legs as wide 
as possible, exposing her swollen pussy to 
the frat boy. Tad needed no other 
invitation. He mounted Nicola with 
passion, the starlet gasping as he entered 
her. Grinning like an idiot Tad began to 
fuck her, the others shouting 
encouragement.

Robbie couldn't watch anymore. He'd wanted 
to be one of these guys. Now he just 
wanted to get away. He knew he couldn't 
leave Nicola alone with them, so he 
grabbed a can of beer, sat himself in the 
corner, and tried to ignore the gasps of 
pleasure coming from the bedroom.

Robbie awoke with a start. He must've been 
dozing. There were no sounds from the 
bedroom, but he could hear the shower 
running. A peek inside the room revealed 
the four frat boys sound asleep.

"Oh, you're awake?"

Robbie turned, and was greeted by the 
sight of Nicola emerging damp and naked 
from the shower. She smiled at him as she 
dried off with a towel. It was just like 
yesterday when he brought up the computer, 
only this time she made no attempt to 
cover her charms. Robbie's eyes were glued 
to her bare boobs, as they jiggled with 
Nicola's efforts to briskly dry herself. 
As before, Nicola didn't seem to mind- or 
notice- Robbie's roving gaze.

"Ms. Knickers! What happened to them? Are 
they OK?"

Nicola smirked. "They'll be fine, after a 
few hours rest. They just couldn't handle 
a real woman in the sack."

Robbie gaped. The starlet had taken on 
four lust-crazed American jocks in erotic 
combat, and left them out cold while she 
seemed fresh as a daisy! And all for his 
benefit.

"I don't know how to thank you," Robbie 
stammered. Nicola's beautiful blue eyes 
gazed into his own. She put her arms 
around him, drawing him close. The towel 
fell forgotten to the floor, and Robbie 
found his body achingly close to the nude 
starlet. 

"That's OK, Robbie, it was my pleasure. 
You're a nice guy, we can't have you 
getting smacked around by those four 
dickheads."

Robbie gulped. He was painfully aware of 
his erection, straining in his pants and 
rubbing against Nicola's bare thigh like a 
horny dog. Robbie wondered if this was the 
moment to act, the moment to take her in 
his arms and kiss her, and then make sweet 
love to her on the carpet. 

But it was not to be. Business-like, 
Nicola bent down (bringing her head 
deliciously close to Robbie's throbbing 
dick!) and picked up the towel. Wrapping 
it around her body, she retrieved Brad's 
credit card.

"Check out the name." Robbie took it from 
her. The card was indeed issued to one 
Bradley Bradley, but Bradley Bradley 
Senior- Brad's father!

"Looks like junior and his mates came down 
here on daddy's credit card, and I'll bet 
without him knowing. When they check out 
tomorrow, you should get management to 
pull them up on it. Brad Senior will give 
him such a bollocking he won't be down to 
Acapulco to bother you for a long time."

A broad grin crossed Robbie's face. Brad 
and his thugs had been hanging over his 
head for days. Now, thanks to this chulita 
with a bottomless capacity for sex, his 
worries were over. Robbie owed her big 
time for this, and he knew it.

"I'm going to log a problem with the 
plumbing in your room. That way when you 
leave the hotel with pick up the bill."

"Oh, Robbie, that's so sweet!" Nicola 
pulled out a light summer dress from under 
the cart she had pushed in early. Tossing 
the towel aside, the starlet slipped the 
cotton garment over her naked body. 

"Well, I better go get my beauty sleep," 
she joked. "I'm checking out tomorrow 
morning."

Robbie nodded. "Well, Ms. Knickers, I 
guess this is adios then."

Nicola reached out to him, her delicate 
hands caressing the front of his uniform. 
"Robbie, would you come up to my room, at 
7 o'clock, before I leave? I'd really like 
to see you before I go."

Robbie smiled. "It would be my pleasure."

Robbie didn't sleep much that night. His 
mind was wildly extrapolating scenarios 
for when he would be alone with Nicola in 
her hotel room. But somehow he knew they 
were all just fantasies. As he finally 
dropped off, he reconciled himself to her 
just giving him a tip and that was all.

But still, some part of Robbie held out 
hope for something more (and guess which 
part?).

Seven o'clock sharp Robbie rapped smartly 
on Nicola's door. Robbie had a smile on 
his face and was humming the theme from 
"Bikini Stewardesses 2", for he was in a 
good mood. He'd just learned that as the 
frat boys tried to check out fifteen 
minutes ago, Mr. Hardwicke had taken a 
closer look at Brad's credit card. He had 
not been pleased. Now the boys where being 
held at the hotel while their parents were 
being informed of the situation.

As Robbie knocked on the door, Nicola's 
voice called from within. "Robbie, is that 
you?"

"Si, Ms. Knickers."

"Could you come in please."

Robbie opened the door and walked into 
Nicola's room. To his surprise she was 
sitting on the bed, wearing a light blue 
satin robe that came down to her thighs 
and left her long, tanned legs bare. The 
morning sunlight streamed through the 
windows, casting a golden halo around her 
chestnut colored hair.

Nicola sat with her ankles crossed, 
leaning backwards and supporting herself 
on her hands, a pose that thrust her chest 
forward. The robe was open a little, 
offering mouth-watering glimpses of her 
bare cleavage.

As he entered, Nicola gave him a sweet 
smile. She beckoned him over. Robbie, his 
heart thumping in his chest, complied. He 
stood before her, his eyes darting down 
from Nicola's face to her oh-so-inviting 
crotch.

"Robbie, you want to fuck me, don't you?" 
Nicola breathed. Robbie's face burned red. 
He nodded. He wanted to fuck Nicola, not 
just Nicola the starlet he lusted after, 
but Nicola the sweet girl who had checked 
into his hotel.

She reached up and unzipped his pants. 
Robbie pulled off his shirt. He no longer 
cared about Mr. Hardwicke and his job. All 
he wanted was the sweet smelling 
Australian girl who has tugging down his 
underpants.

Robbie's prick, stiff and ready, sprang to 
attention before Nicola's beautiful blue 
eyes. Her cool hands caressed his tool, 
eliciting a sigh of pleasure from the 
bellboy.

Nicola reached down and slowly tugged at 
the string that held her robe together. It 
fell apart, revealing to Robbie once again 
her fulsome breasts, smooth tanned 
stomach, and quivering pussy.

Nicola leaned back on the bed, Robbie 
climbing on top of her. Their hands found 
each other's bodies, caressing, the 
Australian girl exploring the dark skin of 
her Latin lover. Robbie's hands finally 
found what he had been looking at all 
week, and roamed across those heavenly 
boobs. How many times had he seen those 
tits on screen and dreamt about them? Now 
they were his. He cupped them, feeling 
Nicola's dark nipples tauten under his 
touch.

Robbie mounted Nicola, the starlet letting 
out a gasp as his cock entered her 
engorged pussy. Then her blue eyes met her 
brown and they began to fuck.

It started out a slow, leisurely fuck, the 
lovers taking their time, Robbie's hips 
gently grinding against Nicola's. A smile 
danced on her lips as Robbie went to work, 
gradually picking up the pace. 

Soon their coupling had a vigorous pace. 
Robbie grunted with effort. Nicola let out 
squeaks of delight. Obscene slurps 
emanated from their conjoined crotches as 
Robbie's dick pumped in and out.

Nicola wrapped her shapely legs around 
Robbie's waist, urging him to penetrate 
deep inside her. The Mexican heat caused 
sweat to cascade down their rutting 
bodies, pooling on Nicola's glistening 
abdomen.

They continued to fuck for hours, Robbie 
relentlessly pounding away at Nicola. 
Finally, the young bellboy let out a gasp, 
and emptied his balls into the willing 
starlet. Nicola let out a contented moan, 
pulling him to her.

They laid together in each other's arms 
for a while longer, before Nicola 
whispered that she had to get a move on. 
Robbie, contented, just nodded.

Robbie had done what every man wants, met 
the girl of his dreams and made love to 
her. But it wasn't just Nicola 'Knickers' 
Baron, nude model and B-movie starlet that 
he fucked in that hotel room. 

Robbie found himself thinking, if Nicola 
had turned out to be a complete bitch, yet 
they had still ended up in bed together, 
he would not have enjoyed it so much.

He realized that the woman he had just 
made love to was more than some character 
in a sexy b-movie. She had depth. She was 
real. Nicola Baron was a real person.

And at the end of the day, that is what 
had made it so special for Robbie.

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