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Title: BikiniVivor
Author: Knickers
Universe: Nicola Adventures
Keywords: FF, Fdom, exhib
Summary: When a reality show goes wrong, Nicola and Angela are stranded together.
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) 2002,2003 the author. Permission
is granted to freely distribute, provided it is
not altered in any way. It may not be posted
to any website or included in any archive
without the author's permission.
There is no Nicola. All characters are
fictitious. The situations are made-up. This
is only a fantasy, and any similarity to real
persons, events & institutions is pure
coincidence.
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. Shutterbug Starlets
5. Bikini Stewardesses Go Mile High
6. Hollywood Party Hostesses
7. Nicola: Live & Uncensored
8. Carwash Cuties
9. Nicola Gets A Woody
10. Bikini Christmas Carol
11. Sex Kitten
12. Bikini Sorority House Party
13. Bikini Audition 2: The Wrath of Angela
14. Best in Show
15. Knickers Down in Acapulco
16. InfoNicola
17. Undercover Starlet
18. BikiniVivor <-
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 movie reviews.
BikiniVivor (FF Fdom exhib)
Nicola, enjoying the sensation of the warm
Caribbean sunshine on her body and the sea-air
running through her long, chestnut-colored hair,
raised her chin and pushed her bikini-covered
boobs out.
"Great, great," said her photographer, snapping
off shots of the stunning starlet. "Now give the
camera a real kittenish look."
Nicola battered her eyelashes, casting him a
cock-stiffening 'come hither' look with her baby
blue eyes.
"Excellent!" the photographer enthused. "Now
reach behind your back and untie your top."
Without hesitation, Nicola's nimble fingers were
untying the knot that held her tiny white bikini
top in place. She removed the unnecessary item of
clothing and placed it on the deck of the launch
for safekeeping. Needless to say, the ex-model
turned actress had no tan lines. Now topless,
Nicola went back to posing, the camera catching
plenty of shots of her delicious, tits.
Now this was heaven, thought Nicola with a smile.
She was on a launch zooming through the Caribbean
Sea, heading out for her latest assignment.
Nicola Baron, Australian-born B-movie starlet,
had been hired for a new reality series called
'BikiniVivor'. It was basically a rip-off of
'Survivor', except that instead of a bunch of no-
talent nobodies, the contestants would be a bevy
of gorgeous actresses and models, all of them
doing whatever it takes to win the game.
And, unlike Survivor, BikiniVivor would be a
little more... risqué. The show would screen on
cable television, so it would be anything goes on
this program.
Which is why, as she was being jet-boated to the
location, Nicola was posing half-naked for a few
publicity stills.
Nicola licked her lips. Her pert nipples were
slightly erect, her bare torso glistening with
suntan lotion. Nude modeling came second nature
to the uninhibited Aussie so that as she posed,
her mind wandered.
She still didn't know all that much about
BikiniVivor. All she'd been told was that she'd
be taken to an island and participate in a series
of challenges and eliminations, most of which
would require the girls to parade their bodies in
revealing swimsuits before taking them off. Well,
thought Nicola, no problems there. She had a
superb 38-25-35 body, and was more than willing
to show it off, especially to advance her career.
However, there was one little dark cloud on the
horizon.
Angela Monroe. Out of the corner of her eye,
Nicola cast a sideways glance at her long-time
nemesis. She was a beautiful starlet- tall, very
slim and a little muscular, her small, perky
breasts barely concealed in a black bikini top.
They'd been bitter enemies since Nicola first
arrived in Hollywood almost a year ago. Their
fiery relationship had recently cooled to the
point where they could stand to be near each
other without catfighting, but that was about it.
Like Nicola, Angela had also been hired to appear
on BikiniVivor. Was it just a coincidence they
were here together?
Angela sat alone near the rear of the boat,
brushing out her long, raven-colored mane. She
glanced over at Nicola, and the Aussie starlet
quickly looked away. No need to antagonize her,
she cautioned herself.
Nicola switched her attention back to the
cameraman. She slipped into a classic modeling
technique, the subject should do everything in
her power to seduce to camera. Nicola was very
good at it. A little too good- on more than one
occasion, she'd wound up on the floor of the
studio fucking her photographer.
Suddenly, there was a bump, and the whole boat
shuddered. Nicola squealed as she was thrown to
the deck.
"What happened?" cried Angela.
The boat's pilot fought with the controls. "I
don't know. We hit something. We'll have to
abandon ship."
Pandemonium broke out. The boat was staggering in
the water, lurching back and forth. The engine
throbbed half-heartedly then died. Nicola barely
caught sight of the other three before the launch
shuddered again.
Next thing the starlet knew she was flailing
about in the water. "Make for that island!"
someone shouted. Splashing wildly, Nicola began
to swim towards a sandy atoll a short distance
away. It had all happened so quickly her pretty
head could barely take in what was going on.
It seemed like forever, stroking through the
water. At last her feet touched sandy bottom, and
she was able to drag her body up onto the golden
beach.
Her semi-naked body. Nicola remembered that she'd
left her bikini top on the boat, and the only
thing covering her exquisite breasts was a
coating of sand stuck to her wet, glistening
physique.
Great, she thought. Panting, she rolled over and
looked out across the sea. Nothing. No sign of
the boat. And no sign of other survivors.
I'm marooned, she wailed silently. Alone on a
deserted island!
Suddenly, a coughing, spluttering figure emerged
from the crystal-blue waters. A very attractive
figure, dressed in a skimpy black bikini.
Great, thought Nicola. This just gets better and
better...
**********
"There are other islands out there," said Angela,
peering out toward the expanse of blue. "The
pilot and the photographer must've swum out to
one of them."
Nicola's brow was knit with worry. "What'll we
do?" she moaned.
Angela let out a sigh. "We're stuck here." She
turned away from the achingly vast and empty
vista, turning her attention to the clump of
jungle that made up the island's interior.
"There's nothing we can do for now. We should do
some exploring," Angela declared. With that she
set off along the beach.
Nicola looked ruefully after her. Already little
miss bossy was telling her what to do. But, for
better or for worse, they were in this together.
So Nicola scampered down the beach after her.
The island was beautiful. It was like something
out of the movies- shimmering blue sea, golden
beaches, dense green jungle. Nicola thought that
if it weren't for their predicament, this would
be a wonderful holiday.
"Look!" cried Angela, snapping Nicola out of her
dreamy wanderings. A short way down the beach was
what looked very much like a shelter of some
kind. They approached carefully, wary that
someone might be there already, but it was pretty
clear the little hut was deserted and had been
for some time.
It was a rough and ready shack, the walls built
from bits of driftwood, with palm fronds for a
roof. Despite the dilapidated appearance it was
sturdy enough. Angela looked inside, pleased at
her discovery. Sunlight filtered in, illuminating
her sharp face, her shining eyes. The floor was
reasonably clean, lined with more palm fronds. To
the exhausted Nicola, it looked like a good spot
to curl up and go to sleep.
"And look!" Angela picked up a battered aluminum
pot sitting on the ground. Inside was a box of
matches and a knife, all in excellent condition.
"What a stroke of luck!" grinned the raven-haired
beauty.
Nicola frowned. It was lucky. Too lucky? "Don't
you think it's a little strange?" she asked. "All
this on a deserted island?"
"Oh, come on," Angela snorted. "Obviously someone
else was shipwrecked here once before. If they
survived to be rescued, so can we." She stood
imperiously in the doorway of their modest abode,
hands on hips. "As long as we do what I say,
we'll get through this just fine."
Uh oh, thought Nicola.
**********
"This island needs a name. I call it Angel
Island, in honor of its discoverer."
Thus making this proclamation, Angela decided to
do some more exploring. She told Nicola to remain
at the shelter while she strode off into the
jungle.
Apprehensive, Nicola watched her pushing her way
into the bush. With nothing better to do, she set
about tidying up the shelter.
Then she perched her bottom on a fallen coconut
tree, and stared out across the ocean. This was a
bad situation. But, of course, they'd be missed
when they failed up show up for BikiniVivor. And
then the search parties would come looking for
them. All they had to do was survive until then.
Nicola's tummy growled, reminding her she hadn't
eaten in a while. Scrounging around she managed
to find two coconuts. Despite her hunger, Nicola
decided to wait until Angela returned.
Although it was warm, Nicola shivered slightly.
She surprised herself by wishing that Angela
would come back soon.
Sure enough, heralded by the sound of crashing
through the undergrowth, Angela reappeared.
"The island's not very big," she explained. "And
we're definitely alone. There's a small spring
not far from here, so we're alright for water."
"I've got a lovely pair of coconuts," said
Nicola, holding her bounteous duo at chest level.
Belatedly, she remembered Angela was very
sensitive about the size of her breasts. But if
the raven-haired beauty thought Nicola was taking
a crack at her tiny, cone-shaped boobs she didn't
say anything.
Just then, Nicola glanced down, noticing that
Angela had not returned from her little adventure
with her already brief wardrobe intact. Somewhere
along the way, she'd lost her bikini bottoms, and
her dark, well-trimmed muff was completely bare.
Nicola suppressed a giggle. Angela looked down,
realizing the source of her mirth.
"Fuck!" she yelled. "Give me your bikini
bottoms," she demanded.
"What!" exclaimed Nicola. "No way!"
"Look, if we're ever rescued, one of us has to be
decently dressed."
Nicola thought about it. That made sense. Two
starlets, one topless and the other bottomless.
Wouldn't look too good.
"But why should it be you?" Nicola replied.
Angela folded her arms and patiently explained
her case. "Either you can give me your bottoms,
or I can give you my top. But there's no way my
bikini top is going to cover those over-sized
udders you've got swinging off your chest."
Nicola didn't have an answer to that. She looked
at what Angela was wearing, two tiny black
triangles that just concealed her pointy little
tits. There was no way it would fit over her
massive boobs.
"I guess you're right..." Nicola replied. Angela
gave a gentle, condescending smile, her beautiful
eyes sparkling.
"Of course I am," she murmured. "Now, please,
your bikini bottoms?"
Reluctantly, Nicola reached down to the two
knots, riding high on her shapely hips, holding
her bottoms together. With considerably less
enthusiasm than when she had removed her top only
a couple of hours ago, Nicola's elegant fingers
worried away at the ties. First one and then the
other came loose, and the tiny strip of white
material fell away, revealing Nicola's in all her
naked glory. She'd had a bikini wax just
yesterday (especially for the show) and her pubic
hair was a very thin furry strip that did little
to hide her pink pussy lips.
She handed it over. Although Angela didn't say a
word, but there was something of an air of
victory about her, an ever-so-slight smirk.
Nicola was now not only castaway but completely
naked as well.
The Aussie starlet stood uncomfortably, trying to
casually conceal her charms as Angela tied the
bikini bottoms onto her own luscious body. She'd
been nude in public plenty of times before,
surrounded by staring strangers, but there was
something surreal about this particular situation
that made her want to at least drape a hand over
her crotch.
"Well," said Angela, satisfied. "Now let's see
about getting something to eat."
**********
After smashing them open on a rock, they gorged
themselves on coconut flesh. Nicola was so hungry
she raised hers to her mouth, splashing white
coco milk down her bare boobs. Angela, sitting
across from her, looked at the glistening liquid
pouring down Nicola's chest and licked her lips.
Night fell. Nicola sat and watched the stars
twinkling above, set in the dark blue velvet of
the sky. The silence was deafening, the only
sound the gentle lapping of the ocean at the edge
of the sandy shore that marked the boundary of
their little world.
We'll be rescued soon, Nicola told herself. We'll
be missed by now.
"Time for bed," announced Angela. She went into
their little hut and settled herself on the
floor, her back to Nicola. Soon she was fast
asleep, snoring in a very unlady-like fashion.
Nicola sighed. She had something of a submissive
streak in her character. Sure, she knew what she
wanted out of her career and she had the will to
make it happen, but truth be told, if someone-
anyone- wanted to fuck her, she usually submitted
to their desires.
And now, Angela was taking the lead, making it
clear she was in charge. Nicola could feel that
familiar desire to submit and please, even to her
long-time nemesis.
Nicola lingered outside, if only to demonstrate
that it wasn't time for bed as far as she was
concerned. But fatigue quickly got the better of
her, and the little starlet soon joined her
raven-haired companion. She chose a spot as far
away from Angela as the cramped shelter allowed,
and curled up in a tight little ball of naked
flesh on floor.
**********
Sometime in the middle of the night, Nicola
awoke.
Shivering.
"I'm cold!" Nicola wailed. It didn't help that
she was bare-ass naked. Her boobs were freezing!
There was a movement behind her. Angela.
Suddenly, Nicola could feel the familiar warmth
of a body pressing up against her. Warm female
flesh, snuggling against her, a pair of small,
pointy breasts pushing into her back, a crotch
rubbing up against her bottom. Arms wrapped
around her waist, hands cupping her bare boobs.
Angela's voice was husky and heavy with sleep.
"Is that better?"
Nicola's eyes were as wide as saucers. Was this
the same Angela she'd been feuding with for
almost a year? The bi-sexual Nicola had always
been attracted to her, and on one particular
occasion they'd even had sex, but that had been a
bet that Angela lost and she'd made no attempt to
hide her disgust.
And now she was groping Nicola, wriggling her
lithe body against her in the darkness.
"Yes, thank-you," whispered Nicola. It was
better. Much, much better. She could feel the
heat radiating off Angela, warming her chilled
little body.
But there was no reply. Nicola could feel her
breath, hot on the nape of her neck, rising and
falling in a regular rhythm. Warm and comforting.
A smile crept across Nicola's lips. She wiggled
her ass, pressing back into her strange
bedfellow's crotch. A feeling of contentment
glowed in her pussy, and Nicola soon drifted off
into a pleasurably deep sleep.
**********
Nicola awoke to a glorious morning. The sun had
risen, casting brilliant sheets of golden light
across the calm blue ocean. The starlet couldn't
remember the last time she'd slept so well.
Angela was up already. She stood on the beach
just outside their hut. She'd made some kind of
belt out of vines, and was just securing the
knife around her slender waist. In her unmatched
black and white bikini halves, the muscular,
raven-haired beauty looked like a sexy, female
version of Tarzan.
A tumult of strange emotions washed over Nicola.
Normally, the sight of Angela made her feel
nervous, or worried, as she wondered what nasty
scheme she was about to pull next. But after
spending the night cuddled up together on a
deserted island, Nicola felt a rush of something
else. Sexual desire, certainly. She always
thought Angela was pretty hot, no matter what
torments she unleashed. But along with this was a
curious aching, similar to that she'd felt with
her friend Jennifer.
Was Nicola developing some kind of affection for
Angela?
Angela just finished tying the knife and was
adjusting its position on her naked thigh when
she noticed Nicola staring at her. "I've been
thinking..." Angela began.
"Me too," said Nicola, but Angela carried on
talking as if she'd hadn't even spoken.
"... we should divide up duties between us. I'll
take care of all the hunting and finding of food,
while you stay here to cook and look after the
camp."
Nicola thought about that for a moment "OK," she
replied.
"Good," said Angela, satisfied that her command
decision had been accepted. "Be a good girl and
get a fire going. I'll be back soon with
breakfast." With a toss of her dark hair, she
marched off down the beach.
Nicola set about starting the fire, an easy
enough task thanks to the box of matches they'd
found yesterday, along with the knife and the pot
in the ready-built hut. Nicola still found it
hard to believe they'd had such a stroke of luck
finding these things here waiting for them. But
what other explanation was there, other than an
earlier castaway had left them?
Nicola found a palm frond and began sweeping out
the sand that had blown into the hut. Ruefully,
she reflected that Angela had chosen for herself
the dominant, masculine role of the hunter, while
Nicola was relegated to staying at home with the
domestic chores.
Like a wee wifey.
Still, with surroundings like this, who wouldn't
mind being cooped up at home? The warm Caribbean
sunshine beat down on Nicola's naked body. Her
golden all-over tan would be even deeper and
richer by the time they were finally rescued.
Really, it was just like being on holiday.
Nicola allowed herself a naughty smile. She
tossed aside her 'broom'. Enough housework for
one day!
With a whoop of joy, the naked Australian
scampered down the sparkling sandy beach and
dived into the sea. She emerged a moment later,
water streaming down her body. She splashed
around in the water for a while longer, enjoying
the sensation of the sun and surf on her bare
skin.
Back home in Australia, Nicola had been a little
too inhibited to swim naked, although topless and
even nude bathing was fairly popular. It had only
been since arriving in Hollywood that she'd
discovered the true joys of getting one's kit
off. However, in the prudish USA such pastimes
were frowned upon, and Nicola had to wait until a
holiday in Mexico before she got her first real
taste of naturism.
It was such a shame there was no-one around to
watch the gorgeous, naked Australian frolicking
in paradise.
Finally, she hauled herself out of the surf and
walked back to the camp, plonking her bottom down
on the fallen palm tree. Her bare skin glistened
in the sun with a million droplets of water.
Angela returned, victoriously wielding a crayfish
in each hand. "Breakfast is served!" she
announced. Then she scowled, looking about the
camp.
"Didn't you go fill up the pail with water?"
Nicola shrugged. "Not yet. I'd just gone for a
swim..."
"A swim!" Angela exclaimed. She dropped the crays
and placed her hands on her hips. "Look,
Knickers, we need to pull together if we're going
to get through this. Now you get off your pretty
little ass and go get some water."
Nicola blushed furiously. She didn't like being
told off, but she didn't try and argue with
Angela either. Her face burning with shame,
Nicola stood up and dusted the sand from her
backside. She picked up the battered pot they'd
found and turned towards Angel Island's jungle-
choked interior.
"Move it!" yelled Angela, and lashed out, landing
a vicious slap on Nicola's temptingly bare ass.
The Aussie starlet yelped and scuttled off into
the bush. It wasn't too hard to find the spring,
as Angela had cut a trail.
Nicola returned a little sheepish, slopping water
from the pail. Angela was sitting on a rock,
whittling away at a lump of driftwood. Nicola
popped their only cooking vessel on the fire and
waited for the water to boil.
The starlet cast glances in Angela's direction.
She looked very tasty, dressed in her bikini. Her
trim body bulged with muscles and the knife
around her waist lent her a manly quality. It's
probably that what's making her so attractive,
thought Nicola. In their present predicament she
found herself wanting a strong protector, and
Angela had stepped into that role.
"Um, about last night..." Nicola began. Angela
looked up from her carving.
"Think nothing of it," she replied with a wave of
her arm. "You were cold, we were sharing body
heat. Just doing what any good leader would do."
Nicola's heart flip-flopped. Only 'sharing body
heat'. She was hoping it was something more
physical.
Suddenly, Angela stood up. She bent over Nicola
and gently brushed her fingers across her cheek.
"I hope it did the trick," she said in what
Nicola could've sworn was a husky, come-to-bed
voice.
With breakfast finished, Angela once again
disappeared somewhere the beach. Nicola, left
behind to tend the fire (which had been loaded
with greenery to produce a thick plume of smoke),
watched her tasty little ass slink away.
What was going on? Angela had always made it
clear she loathed Nicola. Recently, the dark-hair
temptress had seemed to accept that Nicola was
staying in Hollywood and wasn't about to go back
home to Australia, but that was a long way from
flirting with her.
And as far as Nicola knew, Angela was strictly
straight. Sure, they'd fucked once before, but
that had been a job, a TV promotion. And she'd no
doubt done pseudo-les scenes on the various soft
porn videos and movies that made up Angela's body
of work. But while it was well known Nicola was
hot for pussy, Angela had a reputation for being
repulsed by the thought of fucking another woman.
Nicola wondered if this adventure wasn't going to
see her and her mortal enemy getting very, very
close.
**********
The day passed with no sign of rescue. Nicola was
still a little anxious about this, but it seemed
they were settling in fine. They had shelter,
freshwater and plenty of food.
And company.
It was evening. The cool night air provided the
castaway starlets with a comforting respite from
the burning heat of the day. They relaxed in
their camp after polishing off a meal of coconuts
and fish, which Angela had caught in a rock pool
on the other side of their little atoll.
Nicola was getting pretty used to being nude. It
was very relaxing, not having to worry about
clothing. But what about when they made it back
to civilization? Could she go back to wearing
itchy, claustrophobic clothes again? Would Nicola
be cursed to spend the rest of her days bare-
assed naked? With a wry smile, she contemplated
what that would do for her career!
Across from her, Angela sat whittling. The lump
of driftwood was taking shape: it was about eight
inches long, roughly cylindrical, and very
smooth. Nicola wondered what on earth it could
be.
Angela glanced up from her work and caught Nicola
staring at her. The Aussie starlet blushed and
looked away. When she glanced back, Angela was
giving her a hungry look.
"Well," said Nicola, "I guess it's time for bed."
She stood up and made a b-line for the hut.
"Yes," Angela agreed. She leapt to her feet and
made for the shelter too. They both tried to walk
through the entrance at the same time and bumped
together.
Nicola almost felt a spark of electricity between
them as Angela brushed against her bare flesh.
Her nipples sprang to attention and, being
uncovered, betrayed her arousal. Angela's eyes
were shining bright, reflecting the silver
moonlight.
Suddenly, Angela lunged forward. She seized
Nicola by the waist and planted a wet kiss on her
ruby-red lips. Nicola's eyes bulged in surprise.
Was this the same Angela who'd tried to make her
life a misery?
Angela's tongue snaked out, slithering around
Nicola's wet and willing mouth. Recovering from
the shock, Nicola responding warmly to Angela's
advances and in a moment the starlets were
kissing.
Angela probed Nicola's mouth aggressively. Nicola
responding by obediently sucking on her tongue,
slurping away in satisfaction. Angela's hands
roamed all over Nicola's bare body, giving her a
groping only the horniest of Hollywood producers
could aspire to. Buck naked, there was little
Nicola could do to protect herself, even if she
wanted to. Angela squeezed her hefty boobs and
slid two fingers in her moist pussy.
Nicola was now moaning in mutual ecstasy, and a
little pain, as Angela's vigorous affections were
a little rough.
With a gasp they broke the kiss. Nicola was
panting with desire, and Angela wasted no time.
She pushed the Aussie starlet to the sandy floor
and began a vicious assault upon Nicola's tits,
greedily guzzling away on her nipples.
Angela reached down to her waist, pulling away
her bikini bottoms (or rather, Nicola's bikini
bottoms), baring her own hungry cunt to the cool
night air. She took the upper hand in their
lovemaking, positioning herself on top of Nicola.
The arduous nuzzling of Nicola's breasts was
accompanied by an equally forceful assault on her
pussy, magic fingers digging into the deliciously
soft folds of her drooling cunt. If she weren't
panting so much, Nicola would've cried out in
pain.
By the time Angela had finished ravishing her
sensitive nipples, Nicola was crying out in
desire, begging for Angela to fuck her. The
raven-haired beauty obliged her with a smirk,
bringing her own sopping wet pussy into contact
with Nicola's and began to vigorously grind away.
There was something about the way Angela was
going to work on Nicola. It wasn't like the sex
she'd had with her friend Jennifer, which had
been so soft and tender. Nor was it like the sex
she'd had with the legion of men she'd met over
the past year, none of them had set upon Nicola's
tender body with quite the zeal Angela was
displaying.
It was almost as if she was taking all her
jealously and hatred of Nicola and turned it into
an overwhelming desire to force-fuck the Aussie
starlet.
Angela's beautiful face was inches away from
Nicola's. She was grunting with the effort,
rubbing her crotch against Nicola's.
The friction was delicious.
Despite her anxiety about Angela's sexual desire,
Nicola was being carried away on a wave of
rapture. Anyway, there was little she could do
about it but lie back and enjoy the ride.
Or rather, enjoy being ridden.
And ridden Nicola was, as, crying out with glee,
her nemesis fucked her long and hard into the
night.
**********
Nicola, tired and sore, awoke with a groan to the
morning night.
Angela was no-where to be seen, obviously having
set out to hunt for breakfast. Doubtless Nicola
would need a hearty meal to keep up her strength
if Angela intended another night of debauchery.
The naked starlet decided there was nothing that
would perk her up more than a morning skinny-dip!
She dashed out across the beach and once again
dived into the cool, clear water.
Nicola swam under the water, enjoying the
sensation of her nude body immersed in the ocean.
Blue and white ripples of light played across her
bare skin. A girl could get used to a life like
this! A night of hot, vigorous lesbian sex,
followed by a quick dip, before enjoying a
sumptuous breakfast of fresh seafood.
She emerged from the sea and made her way back to
the camp. Angela had returned and was sitting by
the fire, a couple of fresh-speared fish by her
side. Once again she had her lump of driftwood
and was fashioning it into that long, smooth
shape. As Nicola approached, Angela looked up
from her work.
"Mmm, wet and naked is definitely a good look for
you," she said.
Nicola blushed. She was used to receiving some
very forward compliments, but certainly not from
Angela. "Shall I get breakfast on?" she asked,
pointing at the fish.
"I've got your breakfast, alright," Angela
replied with a smirk. "Right here." She pulled
aside her bikini bottoms exposing her pussy.
Nicola gaped in shock. To be honest, these days
it took quite a bit to shock the once-shy
starlet, and being propositioned so blatantly by
her archrival did the trick.
Impatient at the delay, Angela grabbed Nicola by
the wrist and gave her a yank. Nicola fell to the
sand on her knees, her face inches away from
Angela's glistening crotch.
"Knickers," she said in a stern voice, "please
don't make me have to ask you twice."
The musky odor of Angela's desire assailed
Nicola's nostrils. Resigned, she extended her
tongue and buried her face into the heat
radiating from between Angela's thighs.
Angela threw back her raven-colored mane in
moaned in unashamed delight. "Faster, faster,
more!" she cried. Nicola's tongue slithered
across the juicy folds of her cunt, licking for
all she was worth.
"Good girl," Angela murmured. She dropped a hand
to Nicola's bobbing head and affectionately ran
her fingers through her hair.
Nicola barely noticed, she closed her eyes and
lost herself in the task of bringing Angela to
the peak of ecstasy. Her pretty model's face was
wet with a combination of Angela's flowing juices
and her own saliva.
The tip of her tongue pushed the folds of her
labia to the bud of Angela's clitoris, bloated
with desire, and teased it like a ripe cherry.
Angela's body began to quiver, her well-toned
stomach muscles rippling. Her cunt muscles were
trembling as well, building up to a mighty
orgasm.
She let out a howl of pleasure. Angela's clamped
her thighs together, nearly catching Nicola in a
deadly leg lock. The Aussie starlet extricated
herself from her position under Angela's tender
regions. Her chin, her cheeks and her cute little
nose were liberally coated with Angela's love-
slime. The tall, slim beauty let out a laugh at
the sight.
"Oh, Knickers! If they put that face on a
magazine cover they'd sell a million copies."
Nicola blushed furiously. She tried to wipe away
the gunk with her fingers but only succeeded in
getting herself even messier. That made Angela
laugh all the more.
Nicola scurried down to the sea to wash herself
off. When she came back, Angela was once more
working on her carving.
A light bulb suddenly went on over Nicola's head.
It was more than obvious what Angela was making!
"Is that what I think it is?" Nicola asked
slowly. Angela gave her an evil grin. "Almost
ready," she replied.
Nicola's tummy fluttered with anxiety. She had a
pretty healthy sexual appetite, but the thought
of Angela going to work on her tender pussy with
that monster gave even her concern.
"I'll go and get some fresh water," she murmured,
and grabbing the pail, set off into the jungle.
As she made her way through the little path
Angela had pioneered through the dense greenery,
Nicola's worries grew. As much as she had enjoyed
last night, Angela was not acting herself.
Something odd was going on. Perhaps being
castaway had done something to her mind? Made her
deserted-island-crazy?
Or maybe it was something else? Maybe being alone
had brought her innermost desires to the surface?
Perhaps all along, all Angela had wanted to do
was jump on top of Nicola and fuck her like a
bitch?
As she made her way up the track, Nicola was
grateful that Angela had cut it to make going to
the spring a little easier. Being naked, Nicola
had no defense against the branches and brambles
that threatened to scratch her cute ass if she
wasn't too careful.
She arrived at the spring. It was little more
than a pool of water in the ground, with a few
stray bubbles betraying the fact that it was a
spring and not a puddle. Nicola filled the pail
by lying it on its side and scooping up water,
then made her way back to the camp.
When she returned, Angela had staked the fish out
over the fire to grill and they were almost
ready. Nicola's tummy was rumbling, after all the
sex she was starving!
They ate in silence. Nicola cast glances over at
Angela's piece of handicraft, wondering if she
really intended using it on her. Angela cast
hungry glances over at the nude Nicola, her gaze
suggesting that instead of barbecued fish she'd
much rather be nibbling on Nicola's nipples.
"By the way," said Nicola, hoping to make some
innocent conversation, "thanks for cutting that
trail out to the spring."
"That was there already," Angela replied. Her
meal finished, she took her carving firmly in
hand.
"Time to take him for a test drive," she said,
eyeing up Nicola. Angela picked up more lengths
of vine and secured the smooth driftwood to her
crotch. It poked out erect, obscenely bobbing to
and fro as Angela marched toward Nicola.
If it wasn't obvious before it sure was now.
Angela had made a dildo, and now seemed intent on
using it on Nicola.
"P-perhaps later," she stammered, eyeing up the
monster. "It's too soon after breakfast."
"Knickers," Angela commanded in a stern voice.
"Get into that hut and assume the position."
Nicola swallowed. This was a deserted island,
there was nowhere to run. Sooner or later Angela
was going to ream her cunt with that thing.
Resigned to her fate, Nicola stepped into their
cabin. She went down on all fours, presenting her
delicious backside to Angela's not-so-tender
lusts.
Her dark eyes shining, the lithe beauty wasted no
time. She stepped behind the hapless Nicola,
cooing gently and stroking her quivering flanks.
Nicola closed her eyes and shivered. Once more,
she felt that warm, comforting glow in her pussy,
the burning need to be fucked. No matter what her
reservations, Nicola knew in a moment or two she
would crying out for Angela to fuck her harder.
Angela's roaming fingers glided across Nicola's
bare skin reminding both of them how her nudity
made her vulnerable, as if the very fact that she
was running the island naked gave Angela the
right to make her her bitch.
After skimming across Nicola's backside, Angela's
finger's traced a line down the crack of her ass
and probed tenderly into her pussy.
The lips hung open, slack and greedy. Nicola let
out a barely suppressed moan. Angela's fingertips
came away coated with the telltale slime of the
Aussie starlet's hunger. Her cunt was drooling in
anticipation. Angela grinned.
"You want this, don't you sweetheart?"
"Yes," Nicola gasped, as Angela's fingers
continued to slither about inside the softest
part of her anatomy.
"Shout it out," Angela crowed. "There's no-one
else here to hear you."
"Yes!" Nicola cried. Her breathing was ragged,
she was gasping with sexual need, her body
trembling.
"Yes, what?" Angela asked, savoring the moment,
enjoying the feeling of power she finally had
over her nemesis.
"Fuck me!" Nicola blurted on, in a yell that was
loud enough to hear clear across the island- if
there'd been anyone to hear it. "Fuck me!" she
cried again, louder this time, not caring who
heard her. "Please, please fuck me!"
"My name," she hissed, "Darling Knickers, I want
to hear you scream my name." All the while, the
finger kept up its delicious assault upon her
clit.
"Angel," Nicola gasped. "Fuck me, Angel! Please!"
Angela grinned, victorious. She positioned
herself on her knees, her improvised dildo
rubbing against Nicola's ass. The Aussie starlet
continued to squeal out Angela's name, along with
a string of pleas that she fuck her now.
The bulbous head of the driftwood cock pushed
impatiently into Nicola's slobbering cunt,
sliding in deep. She responded with a satisfied
groan, happy that finally she would get what she
really wanted. A blissful smile on her pretty
lips, Nicola's pushed her head forward to the
hut's sandy floor and raised her backside into
the air in anticipation of the good seeing-to she
was about to receive.
Her eyes shining, Angela proceeded to fuck Nicola
vigorously, doggy fashion. In and out went the
improvised dildo, accompanied by obscene slurping
noises from Nicola's cunt, and rapturous cries
from the girl's mouth. Nicola's arching back was
pressed against Angela's petite chest, she could
feel the stiff nubs of her nipples digging into
her skin.
In Angel Island's mid-morning heat the
energetically copulating couple began to sweat,
great rivers of moisture pouring down their lithe
bodies. Sweat lubricated their Sapphistry,
causing flesh to slide smoothly across flesh.
Nicola was in heaven, experiencing sexual
delights previously unknown. The dildo was smooth
and didn't hurt in the least, giving her spasming
cunt muscles something very firm to grip as it
pumped in and out of her. Never had she been
ravished by another woman quite like this before!
Nicola's litany of squeals and moans reached a
crescendo. "Fuck!" she screamed, coming with a
series of shuddering gasps, arching her back and
grinding her ass into Angela's crotch.
Her work done, Angela slowed her pace down to
gentle rhythmic strokes. But Nicola was spent,
and after a few moments she collapsed face
forward into the palm fronds.
**********
Later. Much, much later.
Angela was once more gone from the camp, leaving
the somewhat bow-legged Nicola to her wifely
duties.
The hut was a devil to keep clean. Sand was
constantly blowing in from the beach. Nicola had
to get down on her hands and knees, her bare rump
pointed upwards, and sweep the floor clean.
This life didn't seem too bad. There was part of
her that enjoyed the submissive role Angela
forced her into, part of her that looked forward
to moment when the raven-haired beauty would come
striding down the beach, the knife strapped to
her slim body, and demand that Nicola give her a
good seeing to.
With the floor more or less clean, Nicola stood
up and took a close look at the hut's cobweb-
bound ceiling. Tsking to herself, she set about
cleaning out those as well. The palm/broom swept
away the accumulated dust and filth of ages.
Suddenly, Nicola stopped.
Frowning.
There, in the top corner, was a little black
button.
She peered at it. If the starlet didn't know any
better, she'd swear it was a...
Nicola gasped. Frantically, she began to clear
away more cobwebs from the ceiling. There, in
another corner, she found another one of them.
Small, black, round and metal. They seemed to
stare ominously down on the nude little castaway.
Whatever they were, they weren't improvised from
driftwood or coconuts.
Nicola walked out into the bright sunshine and
began a further investigation. She was shocked to
discover more of them, not just on the hut but
also on the trees around the camp.
Scuffling through the sand, she discovered a thin
sliver of wire running from underneath their
shelter a short distance down the beach. Nicola
followed it, gently tugging it free from the sand
where it had laid buried.
Hidden.
The wire ran to a particularly large palm tree.
Barely noticeable, it ran all the way up the
trunk toward the sky.
Nicola circled the tree, peering up toward the
overgrown tangle of fronds far above her. There,
almost concealed in thick greenery Nicola saw-
A satellite dish.
Nicola may be a slut but she wasn't a bimbo. It
took her just a few seconds to realize what was
going on.
Their 'shipwreck' was no accident. This was
BikiniVivor, a program more "Big Brother" than
"Survivor". The hut, the tools, the convenient
path to a freshwater stream, all of it had been
left here for the starlets to find. And all the
while the miniature cameras around them had been
capturing the action.
The whole thing was a setup to watch what
happened as Nicola and Angela coped with being
castaways. No doubt they'd got more than they
bargained for.
Nicola blushed, a deep scarlet bloom that started
on her forehead and spread down her boobs right
to her navel. Even now, her bare ass was being
beamed to a TV studio somewhere. Not that she had
any qualms against being naked on TV (she'd done
it often enough), she just preferred to be told
in advance.
God only knows how many people had been watching
her strolling naked around Angel Island,
frolicking nude in the surf, squealing out in
delight as Angela fucked her silly.
Nicola stomped back to the hut. She positioned
herself, hands on hips, under one of the bugs, a
stern look on her pretty face.
"Alright, the jig is up. I think you better come
rescue us now."
With that, she sat her bottom down on the floor
and waited.
**********
It was a couple of hours before Angela showed up.
She peered inside the hut, grinning.
"Hi honey, I'm home," she announced.
Nicola sprung to her feet. "Listen, I have to
tell you..."
"Fuck now, talk later," Angela demanded. Nicola
glanced down and saw the measure of her ardor
artificially erect and poking out from Angela's
crotch. She grabbed Nicola by the wrist and threw
her to the ground.
"Oppphhh!" gasped Nicola as she fell onto the
sandy floor, the wind temporarily knocked out of
her. Angela kneeled behind her, grasping her
firmly by the hips and pulling the hapless
starlet towards the glistening shaft of the
driftwood dildo.
(Glistening? Glistening with what? Nicola didn't
think she wanted to know!)
"Angela, no wait!" Nicola cried. She was
painfully aware of the cameras all around her,
capturing their zealous coupling from every
angle. Her bare body bloomed red with her
embarrassment.
But Angela was on a roll and wasn't in the mood
for discussion. She pushed Nicola forward, her
head down on the ground. Smirking, she looked
down at the picture Nicola presented her: ass in
the air (quivering slightly), legs apart, pussy-
lips moist and ready.
With a grunt, she mounted the adorable Aussie,
the dildo sliding in easily right up to the hilt.
Nicola, sand in her mouth, let out the smallest
of squeals. Oh well, she thought. Angela would
find out sooner or later.
Cackling with glee, Angela proceeded to fuck
Nicola, bouncing her vigorously off her
improvised cock.
But, sooner came sooner than Nicola would've
thought.
The bare-naked beauty was just beginning to enjoy
the frenzied pussy-plunged being administered to
her when suddenly a shadow fell across the
couple.
Angela stopped, and looked up in surprise. From
her awkward doggy position, Nicola looked up too.
A man was standing in the doorway.
"Ahem," he said. "Sorry to interrupt, but
whenever you're ready we can go."
**********
"Ooooh," moaned Nicola.
"Yeeessss! That feels soooo good!" she squealed.
"Uh, uh, fuck me, fuck me harder!" she groaned.
Nicola was sitting in the office of Dick
Dickerson, producer of BikiniVivor. Her arms
folded, she glowered across his desk at the TV
set that was currently playing just a small
sample of the material that had been recorded on
Angel Island. It was from that TV that the sounds
of Nicola being well and truly fucked were
emanating.
Thankfully, it hadn't gone out live, only pre-
recorded for later broadcast. Now, after some
legal intervention by Nicola, it never would.
"You can switch it off now," said Nicola.
"Wait, wait," said Dickerson, "this is the good
bit."
The Nicola on screen, completely naked, bronzed
by the Caribbean sun and writhing in sexual
desire, tossed back her chestnut-colored hair and
let out a shameless banshee cry of passion.
"Off!" demanded Nicola, her cheeks coloring.
Dickerson let out a small sigh and pressed the
'stop' button.
"It's such a pity. None of the other six
'castaway' couples are giving us anything like
this. We always knew that you and Angela Monroe
would be dynamite television, but we never
expected anything this hot..."
"That is not an accurate depiction of our usual
relationship," Nicola replied stiffly. "Now, as
you know, the contract my agent negotiated
contained a clause that specified I would be
given final approval for any footage featuring
me."
Dickerson nodded. That was, of course, before
Nicola knew what the true nature of BikiniVivor
was. It had been a mistake to accept the deal,
but the possibility of getting the Nicola Baron
on the show was something he couldn't pass up.
"Such a shame," he said again. Nicola ignored
him.
"I'm exercising my legal right, and will be
relieving you of the masters."
Dickerson shrugged. He ejected the tape from the
machine (a large, 3 hour Beta SP tape, twice the
size of an ordinary VHS tape) and placed it in a
box along with all the other tapes.
"All the footage we got of you and Angela. I
hereby relinquish our rights to you, Ms. Baron."
Wordlessly, Nicola stood and picked up the box,
making for the door.
"If you don't mind me asking," Dickerson called
after her, "what do you intend to do with all
those tapes?"
Nicola narrowed her eyes.
"Payback," she murmured.
**********
Nicola was on the balcony of her condo, sunning
herself.
Nude, of course.
Nicola had developed a taste for nude sunbathing
long before she was 'castaway' on Angel Island,
and if anything her passion for taking her
clothes off was not diminished by her enforced
period of nudity. The only difference now was her
all-over tan was even deeper and richer than ever
before.
In the building across from hers, Nicola spied
curtains twitching. She grinned. It was good to
be back in Hollywood again. She rolled over,
presenting her delectable ass to her audience.
The doorbell rang. Nicola had a pretty good idea
who it was. She stood up from the sun lounger and
put her robe on (she could almost hear the sigh
of disappointment). The blue satin material
slithered delightfully across her skin. Even now,
days after returning, she still felt a little
strange putting clothes back on.
Nicola strode through her apartment and opened
the door. Her visitor was-
"Angela Monroe!" said Nicola, in a none-too-
authentic thrilled voice. "How delightful to see
you."
Her raven-haired nemesis (and some-time lover)
was dressed simply in a pair of crisp white
shorts and polo shirt, her perky little boobs
poking out at Nicola. It looked like the prissy
little princess had just come from tennis.
"Nicola," Angela greeted her with a thin-lipped
smile. "May I come in?"
"Please," Nicola replied munificently. Obviously
feeling awkward, Angela stepped inside, closing
the door behind her. Nicola marched over to a
chair and seated herself, peering at Angela like
a queen surveying a subject. Her robe fell open
slightly, revealing her naked thighs.
Nicola made no move to cover up. Angela
swallowed.
"I-I thought I'd better come and apologize," she
said, squirming. "The things I did when we were
on that island. I'd never..."
"Fuck another woman?" Nicola prompted. Angela
nodded, disgusted.
"I guess," Angela continued, "being shipwrecked,
under those conditions, I think I went a little
crazy." She added a nervous laugh.
"Get to the point," said Nicola sharply. "I know
why you're here." Nicola knew perfectly well that
while her agent had insisted on the final
approval clause, Angela's hadn't. That meant that
Nicola owned all the footage and there wasn't a
damn thing Angela could do about it.
Angela reached out a delicate hand, in which she
clutched a document.
"It's a contract, to assign co-ownership of the
'BikiniVivor' footage to me."
Nicola, atop her throne, glanced at it but made
no move to accept.
"I don't know..." she replied. "Maybe I could cut
together a video release. I've always fancied
being a producer. How does the title 'Angel
Island Bitch' grab you?"
Angela let out a moan of dismay. "You wouldn't! I
mean, you'd be in it too!"
Nicola smirked. For once, she had Angela right
where she wanted her! The videotapes of her
fucking Nicola were a source of extreme
embarrassment to the raven-haired beauty, and she
would no doubt do anything to make sure they
never saw the light of day.
Anything.
Angela let out a small sob. Tears welled up in
her dark eyes. "Please!" she beseeched Nicola,
her hands clasped before her. "I'm begging you!
Sign the contract, destroy those tapes! I don't
want anyone to see..." she broke off in a blub of
despair.
"It's alright," Nicola said in a soothing voice.
"But if I'm going to do this for you, I really
think we should even up the score for what
happened on that island."
It took a moment for Angela to realize what
Nicola meant. Her eyes grew wide, and all the
color drained from her face.
"Nooo! Anything but... that."
Nicola's face was unusually hard as she stared at
Angela. "Strip," she ordered.
Off came the white tennis sneakers, revealing the
starlet's dainty little feet.
Shaking, Angela's hands fell to the front button
of her shorts. She momentarily fumbled with the
clasp, and then with a rustle those sexy little
shorts were sliding down her legs. Underneath,
Angela was wearing a pair of plain white cotton
panties.
Blushing, Angela moved on to the polo shirt. She
raised it up over her head, revealing her perky
little bra-less boobs, brown little nipples pert
and erect. Their island adventure had left a
definite tan line on Angela's sleek and normally
white body, a boundary traced around those tasty
little titties.
Seeing her pause mid-strip, Nicola growled, "I
meant all the way."
Angela swallowed and nodded. She hooked her
fingers in the waistband of her panties. Slowly,
she slid them down her long legs, stepping out of
them.
She stood before Nicola completely naked, just as
the Aussie starlet had been for their entire stay
on Angel Island. Angela tried to put a brave face
on it, but her red face betrayed the humiliation
of the moment at Nicola's hands. Her hands
wandered across her body, trying to preserve some
measure of modest.
But Nicola wasn't finished.
"Assume the position," she ordered, exactly the
same command Angela had given her only a few days
ago. Her eyes bulged in surprise, but, slowly and
shaky, she lowered her trembling body down on all
fours, kneeling on Nicola's floor with her ass in
the air.
Nicola smiled, satisfied. She stood up, reaching
for the belt that tied her robe together. A
single tug and it fell open, revealing her
stunning, tanned physique. Angela, crouched at
her feet, flinched.
The Aussie starlet tossed her robe aside and
strode out of the room. A moment later she
returned, holding something in her hands. From
her submissive position, Angela twisted her head
upwards to see what it was.
She gasped.
For Nicola held in her dainty little hands a
monstrous black strap-on dildo. Not the same one
Angela had, Professor-like, fashioned from
whatever was at hand on Angel Island, but a big
plastic beastie Nicola had bought from a sex shop
on Hollywood Boulevard.
Angela quivered, realizing she was about to get a
taste of her own medicine.
"How does this bloody thing go?" Nicola muttered
under her breath as she fiddled with the leather
straps, trying to affix the artificial pussy-
plunger around her slender waist and onto her
crotch. The black head of the dildo bobbed back
and forth, and Angela eyed it with the greatest
of trepidation.
"There," announced Nicola at last. "Looks good?"
She posed, hands on hips, the plastic cock
rampant before her. Angela didn't answer the
question.
Nicola positioned herself behind Angela. For
once, the bitchy starlet was quiet, submissive,
letting Nicola do with her as she will. Nicola
slipped two fingers into Angela's cunt and was
surprised to find her moist and ready.
Perhaps Angela really did want this? Once again,
Nicola wondered over her sexual orientation.
Maybe buried under that ice-queen exterior Angela
was not too different to Nicola, a bi-sexual fuck
bunny who longed to be dominated.
There came a sharp hiss from Angela, an intake of
breath. "Please," she begged, "just do it."
"Easy girl," replied Nicola, stroking her back.
"I intend to enjoy this."
Nicola, in her kneeling position, raised herself
up. The dildo reared up before her, the head
gently slapping against Angela's ass. She
flinched at the touch, her cheeks quivering in
anticipation.
Nicola grasped Angela firmly by the hips,
enjoying the sensation of her cool, moist flesh
under her hands. A sweet, honeysuckle scent rose
from her sinuous body, fresh from a recent
shower. Nicola breathed it in deeply.
The plastic dick impatiently nudged between
Angela's thighs, as if it had a mind of its own
and was eager to get on with it. Angela whimpered
slightly.
"Lend a helping hand," Nicola commanded.
Angela balanced her weight on one hand, and
reached back between her legs with the other,
wrapping her elegant fingers around the black
dildo. She grasped it firmly, guiding it towards
her watering cunt.
With a triumphant smile, Nicola lunged forward.
In a single stroke she mounted the bitchy
starlet. Angela let out a gasp of surprise, as
the dark monster slithered between her pussy lips
with a violent lurch.
Nicola didn't waste anytime, straight off setting
a blistering pace, frantically fucking away. The
constant bucking set Angela lurching back and
forth, and she now needed both hands on the floor
to try and keep her steady. Not that Nicola's
dildo required her guidance anymore, it was
imbedded deep within the warmest part of her
anatomy and pumping merrily away.
Nicola enjoyed the pleasant sensation of being on
the giving end of a brisk doggy fuck. She slapped
her crotch firmly against Angela's ass with each
stroke, and leaned forward, rubbing her generous
boobs against Angela's heaving back.
So this is what it feels like to be a man, she
mused. Not too shabby.
Angela bit her lip, but still couldn't help but
let out a series of little cries and moans as
Nicola vigorously fucked her. The most obscene
sucking, guzzling noises emanated from Angela's
cunt as Nicola's dildo slurped in and out of her.
"You want this, don't you, bitch?" said Nicola,
again deliberately mirroring what Angela had said
to her.
"Yes!" she panted in reply. "Fuck me! Fuck me
harder!" Angela's screams echoed out, no doubt
giving Nicola's neighbors something to gossip
about.
Despite her protestations of heterosexuality,
Angela was dripping wet, her juices flowing down
her thighs, lubricating Nicola's fevered humping.
Nicola wryly realized that her payback was almost
complete- Angela was enjoying her submission.
There was only one thing left...
"Oh God!" Angela cried out. Beneath her, Nicola
could feel Angela's squirming, writhing body
approach climax. Nicola picked up the pace,
sawing in and out of Angela's cunt at such a pace
there must've been smoke wisping out from between
them.
Angela was a bucking bronto, and Nicola was just
the cowgirl to ride her to orgasm.
"Ooooooooooooooooooh!" Angela squealed. She
pressed her ass firmly back against Nicola, her
contracting cunt muscles wrapping tightly around
the dildo. Her face a grimace of pleasure, Angela
came.
The starlets fell into a wet, sticky mass of
flesh.
"The tapes," Angela gasped, fighting for breath.
"You'll destroy them?"
Nicola nodded, panting as well.
I'll never underestimate reality programming
again, she thought to herself.
END.
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