Title: Bikini Audition 2: The Wrath of Angela
Author: Knickers
Universe: Nicola Adventures
Keywords: MF, exhib
Summary: Nicola goes to another bikini audition, unaware that Angela has set it up to just to get her revenge.


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 © 2002 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, 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. 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 Audition 2: The Wrath of Angela <-
13. Best in Show
14. Knickers Down in Acapulco

Please don't email me asking for the other 
stories. Visit the website at 
http://www.asstr.org/~knickers . As well as 
all the episodes, you'll find author's notes, 
reader feedback, and movie reviews.

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

Author's note: This story celebrates my first 
anniversary of writing Nicola Adventures for 
ASS* (it's also my 14th). I'd like to thank 
everyone who's read & enjoyed my work, and 
especially those of you who have emailed me 
with your responses and ideas. My list of 
future stories (see the web/ftp site) should 
see Nicola getting naked at least till 2003.

Bikini Audition 2: The Wrath of Angela (MF 
exhib)

Angela Monroe was one angry young woman. For 
more than half a year her career as a 
Hollywood starlet had been dogged by a 
certain Australian ex-model: Nicola Baron. 
Since that little hussy had appeared she'd 
been nothing but trouble for the slim, sexy, 
raven-haired Angela.

To recall their past encounters made Angela 
furious. The casting auditions, where Nicola 
had shamelessly flaunted her naked body, 
getting parts that should've gone to her.

Then there was the party that Scott Keen 
threw. Angela, Nicola, and another starlet 
named Dizzy were 'hostesses', serving drinks 
(and alot more besides) to a roomful of 
Hollywood producers. Angela and Nicola had 
made a bet, with the loser being forced to 
strip naked and walk through the hotel. Even 
though it was a draw, Nicola had insisted 
they both had to pay the forfeit. Angela 
still remembered the embarrassment, made even 
worse by the fact that the Aussie slut 
actually enjoyed parading her nude body in 
public.

Last Christmas, Angela had come up with the 
perfect gift for the president of the TNA 
cable-TV network. She had arranged to have 
herself gift-wrapped and delivered right to 
his office, so she could surprise him with 
her naked, tantalizing body. But Nicola had 
stuck her big nose in and changed the plan. 
Instead, Angela had found herself in the 
locker-room of the LA Lakers. She hadn't been 
able to sit down for a week.

Just when Angela thought she'd finally got 
Nicola right where she wanted her, the Aussie 
slut always managed to turn the tables on 
her. Like the time Angela's movie had beat 
Nicola's at the 2001 "Woodys". Smug in the 
knowledge that her win would bring her the 
fame she deserved, Angela had opened Variety 
the next morning only to find her press had 
been stolen by Nicola. On the frontpage where 
there should've been pictures of Angela with 
her award, instead there were paparazzi 
pictures of Nicola fucking Kristi Ducati 
backstage at the ceremony!

And "The Tony Moroni Show". It turned out her 
and Nicola's double-booking on the talkshow 
was just an excuse to get them naked and 
slippery for a bikini oil wrestling grudge 
match. That had suited Angela just fine- the 
buff beauty had easily trounced the big-
boobed Nicola. There she was, standing over 
her naked and humiliated rival. But who was 
declared the winner? Nicola!

And the carwash promotion! That one really 
got Angela mad. They'd made another bet, one 
that Angela had completely in the bag. But, 
as always, things wound up going in Nicola's 
favor. Neither of them won, and the two 
starlets paid the forfeit- they'd had sex on 
live TV. Once again, Nicola had enjoyed 
making a spectacle of herself, while Angela 
slinked away naked and humiliated.

Well not again! The gorgeous dark-haired 
vixen was determined to get her revenge on 
Nicola. And she had just the plan in mind...

************

Nicola drove up into the sumptuous grounds of 
a very grand-looking West Hollywood mansion. 
Parking her little convertible, Nicola stared 
open-mouth up the beautiful Spanish-style 
villa she had arrived in. The sexy starlet 
imagined how wealthy its owner must be and 
smiled.

Before she got out of the car, Nicola checked 
her appearance in the mirror. The gorgeous 
20-year old Australian ran her hands through 
her straight brunette hair. Nicola's lovely 
deep blue eyes shone back at her from the 
mirror, and she flashed herself one of her 
devastatingly cute smiles. 

Nicola had come dressed for her audition in a 
hot pink bikini that revealed plenty of her 
tanned cleavage. Not just any bikini, though, 
Nicola had personally chosen a cossie that 
would really put her best assets on display. 
Tiny spaghetti straps held small triangles of 
material across her breasts, just enough to 
cover her nipples but not mush else. Her 
bosom heaved outward, as if about to pop out 
of the skimpy garment of its own accord. The 
bottoms were even more daring- a small v 
covered her crotch and then disappeared into 
a thin g-string that slipped between her butt 
cheeks, held together by a knot that sat high 
on her smooth naked thigh.

Nicola ran her hand down her naked legs, 
feeling her smooth tanned flesh. It was hard 
to believe how much her career- and Nicola 
herself- had changed in less than a year. 
Nicola had been a professional model in her 
native Australia. She smiled to herself at 
the memory. She'd been such a prude! Only 
ever doing fashion, or swimwear, or maybe 
chaste lingerie. Then Nicola got a new agent, 
and all that changed. She started posing for 
nude sets. Her inhibitions melted away, and 
Nicola found she adored taking her clothes 
off on camera. Hollywood had beckoned, and 
now Nicola was a starlet. 

She mostly did B movies, although 'starlet' 
was a fairly loose job description, and 
Nicola often found herself called up to 
perform all sorts of jobs that required 
gorgeous girls willing to do more than just 
flash a pretty smile.

Satisfied that she was looking as hot as 
possible, Nicola stepped out of her car. With 
a click-click-clack of her heels on the 
pavement she strode up the front steps of the 
mansion and rang the doorbell.

The door swung open and standing before 
Nicola was too guys who definitely didn't 
look like they belonged here. They were both 
young, in their early 20s, good-looking if a 
bit dopey, and casually dressed in beach 
shorts and t-shirts. "Whoa!" cried one of 
them, "*total* fox!"

Nicola smiled coquettishly at the compliment. 
"Uh, I'm here for the audition?" For a moment 
neither of them answered. They were both 
staring at Nicola's body. She gave a toss of 
her hair and repeated the question.

"Uh, audition?" One guy looked at her 
blankly. His friend elbowed him in the ribs. 
"Yknow, dude the 'audition'. Sure baby, this 
is the right place. Come on in."

Nicola had a funny feeling about these two 
guys. Something wasn't right here. But 
something also told her that an afternoon of 
fun lay ahead of her. The guys were still 
ogling her, their eyes skimming across her 
smooth stomach and near-naked breasts. Nicola 
gave a wry smile. She struck a model's pose, 
hands on shapely hips, boobs thrust forward, 
chin held high. "Enjoying the view?" she 
asked.

The guys snapped out of their daydreaming. 
"Come on in, make yourself at home." Nicola 
strutted into the mansion like she was 
parading down a catwalk. An apt simile, as 
she delighted in her audience of two. Their 
eyes were still riveted to her body, getting 
a good look at her perfect ass as she walked 
through the door and into the spacious lobby.

"Wow, this is quite a place you've got here," 
Nicola breathed. If there was one thing that 
got her hot was wealth. The boys looked 
modesty. "Yeah, well, it's a roof over our 
heads."

"I'm Nicola, by the way. Nicola Baron. You 
can call me 'Knickers'." She reached out to 
shake each of their hands. Both of them 
stared openly down Nicola's bikini top as 
their vigorous handshakes sent her boobs 
jiggling.

"I'm Wayne," said Wayne, "and this is my 
buddy Wayne."

"S'up," the other Wayne greeted her. Nicola 
gave them both quizzical looks. "And you guys 
are...?" she asked.

"Well, I'm the producer," said Wayne. "And 
Wayne here is the director."

"Dude, that is not cool!" hissed the other 
Wayne in a not-so-quiet whisper. "I thought 
we agreed we were both going to be 
producers." In a louder voice he added, 
"Actually, I am the director, but I'm another 
producer too."

Nicola nodded. She was beginning to see where 
this was going. "I guess I'm the first girl 
here, right?"

"Yeah, you're the only one so far," Wayne 
replied. 

Nicola threw him a sultry look. "You better 
do me now then," she said in a husky voice. 

Wayne was dumbstruck for a moment, but 
quickly recovered. "Oh, the audition. Yeah, 
right. Come on through to the pool." 

Wayne and Wayne looked around in slight 
confusion, as if wondering which way the pool 
was. They decided on a direction and took it. 
After a short wander through a games room, a 
ballroom, and a conservatory Nicola found 
herself in an indoor pool. 

A video camera was set up at one end of the 
room. The Waynes briefly argued over who was 
going to tape the audition, with the 
director/producer Wayne sulkily taking 
position behind the tripod. Nicola stood 
before them, waiting for the order to roll. 
Ever the model, she slipped into a relaxed 
pose.

Wayne rubbed his hands together and cast a 
leering eye over Nicola. She'd been in this 
position before, standing before a camera and 
strangers wearing very little clothing, and 
she knew what was required of her. Nicola 
smiled at the boys, sensually wetting her 
lips. "Shall we start?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure," Wayne replied absently. He 
looked around, as if unsure what to do next. 
Nicola waited patiently with her hands on 
hips. The other Wayne was hunched over the 
camera. Nicola heard the zoom lens buzz, and 
she had a funny feeling he was using it to 
get a closer look at her cleavage. "Rolling," 
called Wayne, with a hungry edge to his 
voice.

An uneasy silence descended, with the only 
sounds the whirr of the camera and the gentle 
lapping of the water in the pool. Nicola 
smiled into the camera, but had nothing to 
but stand there waiting for the guys to say 
something.

"Umm..." said Wayne. "Err..." said the other 
Wayne. Staring at Nicola's body, they seemed 
lost for words. Finally, Wayne had a 
brainwave.

"Name?"

"Yeah," said Wayne, "tell us your name."

"Hi," said Nicola down the lens, "my name is 
Nicola Baron, but my friends call me 
'Knickers'. I'm 20 years old, and come from 
Melbourne Australia."

"Good, good," said Wayne, starting to get the 
hang of this, "now your measurements?"

"I'm 38 25 35," replied Nicola with a 
devilish grin as she ran her hands down her 
tanned body. She could also see the drool 
dripping from their lips. No one seemed to 
know quite what to do next.

"Maybe I could read from the script?"

The Waynes looked at each other. "Script?"

"Yeah, yknow, its what the movie will be made 
from?" Nicola was enjoying playing with these 
guys.

"Well," squirmed Wayne, "it's still in 
development right now..."

"Dude, get her to take her top off," the 
other Wayne whispered. Nicola barely 
suppressed a smirk.

"The funny thing is," she said, "I haven't 
been told very much about your movie. No 
script, not even a title?"

"The working title is... 'The Pool'." Wayne 
seemed pleased with this bit of 
improvisation. "Nothing's finalized yet," he 
added with an airy wave of his hand. "About 
the only thing that's settled is that the 
part will require nudity. Do you have a 
problem with that?"

Nicola had to admire his adroit changing of 
the subject. "No, of course not," she purred, 
"I don't have any problems with taking my 
clothes off."

The boys watched open-mouthed as Nicola 
reached for the bow that held her bikini top 
in place. Slowly, slowly she tugged at it, 
slipping the tiny garment loose. More and 
more of Nicola's luscious boobs slid into 
view. Nicola smiled, enjoying teasing the 
hapless boys. She was giving them just what 
they wanted.

Finally Nicola pulled her top off, tossing it 
to one side. Her boobs bounced slightly as 
she posed for her so-called producers. 
Nicola's breasts were tanned to a golden 
brown like the rest of her body- as a former 
model she was well aware of the benefits of 
an all-over tan. Her thick brown nipples were 
slightly swollen with the excitement of her 
naughty game, and from the hungry looks the 
Waynes were giving her chest, they were dying 
to suck on them.

Nicola slipped a finger under the string of 
her bikini bottoms. "This too?" she asked. 
The boys nodded dumbly, too overcome with 
lust to say anything. Nicola was grinning 
broadly as her delicate hands went to work on 
the second- and last- knot that stood behind 
her and total nudity.

Teasingly, she held the string bikini bottoms 
untied, pausing in mid-strip. "Are you sure?" 
she asked. Wayne and Wayne nodded vigorously. 
Nicola complied, sweeping aside the slip of 
material and letting it fall next to her 
bikini top, baring her neatly trimmed muff 
for her drooling audience.

She stood before them totally, gloriously 
nude. Nicola had always been comfortable with 
her body, always knew she had a great figure. 
But it had really only been since she arrived 
in Hollywood that she became a total 
exhibitionist, reveling in showing herself 
off, wearing little or no clothes.

Although forgotten by Wayne, the video camera 
continued to roll. Nicola turned around, 
posing from every angle. Her slightly over-
sized boobs wobbled and jiggled with the 
slightest movement, having a hypnotic effect 
upon the Waynes who stared hopelessly at her 
tits.

"Well?" laughed the naked Nicola. "Do you 
like what you see?" She stood with her 
perfect little bottom facing the boys.

"Oh yeah," murmured Wayne.

Nicola turned back to face them, once again 
treating them to a full frontal view of her 
naked body. Their eyes drifted downward to 
her exposed pussy. Now that she had given 
them what they wanted, it was time to tease 
them a little more.

"This is a real audition, isn't it guys? You 
haven't set yourselves up as phony producers 
just so you could get me to take my clothes 
off?"

The Waynes gaped at her for a moment, and 
then casually protested innocence. "No, no, 
no... the whole thing's on the level, I 
swear."

Nicola folded her arms across her chest, 
partially covering her bare breasts. "So it's 
not just me, right? There are other actresses 
coming to read for you today?"

"Sure, sure, you're just one of hundreds..." 
Wayne replied. "Probably even forget your 
face by the end of the day," Wayne added with 
a stupid laugh. Wayne frowned at him and he 
shut up.

"Oh yeah?" Nicola asked. "Name one of these 
other starlets."

The boys looked blank. "Well, there's, ah, 
Debbie..."

"Debbie who?"

"Ziffle," replied Wayne. "Vandelay," replied 
Wayne at the same time. Nicola raised an 
eyebrow.

"Debbie Vandelay-Ziffle. Great girl, looking 
forward to seeing her again," Wayne added 
hurriedly, before his pal could screw things 
up even further.

"Never heard of her. Who else?" Nicola asked. 
The boys squirmed, obviously trying to think 
up new and hopefully plausible sounding 
names. Suddenly, Wayne had a brainwave. "Oh, 
Angela Monroe. You'll be seeing her in here 
today."

Nicola thought she heard a faint bellow from 
somewhere else in the house. But at least the 
boys were able to name one real starlet. 
Maybe this was a real casting-call after all?

"Would you excuse me for a moment?" said 
Wayne suddenly. The pair of them whispered 
furiously to each other for a moment before 
Wayne departed with a nervous smile. This 
left Nicola naked and alone with Wayne and 
his video camera.

This was obviously a situation he enjoyed. He 
licked his lips, eyeing up the naked starlet. 
"Let's get some action shots of you, shall 
we?" he asked. "Sure," Nicola replied. "What 
do you want me to do?"

His eyes glazed for a moment, contemplating 
the possibilities. Nicola couldn't stop 
smirking, wondering how far she would go with 
this young 'producer', and if he would be up 
for the challenge. She glanced down at his 
crotch and detected the telltale bulge that 
told her she was working her usual magic on 
him.

After some thought, Wayne said, "Uh, how 
about you go to the end of the pool, dive in 
and swim towards me?"

"OK," Nicola replied cheerily. She kicked off 
her heels and, still nude, padded around the 
marble swimming pool to the far end. Wayne 
crouched behind the camera, shooting Nicola's 
delicious asscheeks as she wiggled away from 
him.

The busty starlet reached her mark, turning 
to face the camera. "Ready?" she called out. 
"Oh yeah," Wayne replied. Poised to dive into 
the water, Nicola raised her arms, pushing 
her boobs forward. Wayne grinned.

In a graceful, fluid motion Nicola dived into 
the pool. For a moment she disappeared under 
the water, a sensuous shape visible just 
beneath the surface. Then she burst upwards 
with a gasp, her mane of brunette hair 
slicked back against her head. 

A born swimmer, the Aussie beauty breast-
stroked smoothly through the pool. Bobbing 
along, Nicola looked up at Wayne with a 
cheeky grin, before rolling onto her back.

Nicola's naked body glistened. Covered by 
nothing by beads of water, her boobs pointed 
proudly up towards the skylight. Her ample 
charms thus exposed, Nicola kicked her way 
across the pool towards where Wayne was 
standing. Her strong, lithe arms chopping 
through the water, each stroke causing her 
boobs to jiggle temptingly.

Nicola hauled herself out of the water, 
emerging like a nymph. Dripping, she posed by 
the edge of the pool as Wayne continued to 
shoot more footage of the nude starlet. Time 
to crank things up a notch, Nicola thought to 
herself.

She stepped forward, reaching out to Wayne. 
He gasped. Nicola took the startled slacker 
in her arms and pulled him to her wet, naked 
body. They kissed, Nicola slipping her tongue 
inside Wayne's startled mouth. They necked 
enthusiastically, their tongues sliding back 
and forth from starlet to 'producer'.

With a gasp Nicola broke the kiss. Gently she 
pushed Wayne backwards into the director's 
chair the boys had left beside the pool. The 
hapless lad couldn't help but comply. 
Smirking, Nicola knelt in front of him, 
tugging down his shorts. Wayne's prick, red 
with desire, popped up, almost hitting Nicola 
in the face. At last, said Nicola to herself, 
something to work with.

The elegant Aussie model stood, the muscles 
in her sleek thighs flexing. Without saying a 
word she threw a long, tanned leg over 
Wayne's lap and effortlessly mounted him. 
With a slurp of passion, Nicola's pussy 
engulfed Wayne's penis with a moan of delight 
from the owner.

Nicola's hips bucked, quickly building up a 
steady rhythm. She closed her eyes, 
concentrating on the task at hand. It was a 
tough job, but someone had to do it.

**********

Angela's lips curled into a cruel smile as 
she zoomed the security camera in for a 
close-up of Wayne's dick slurping in and out 
of Nicola's greedy cunt. This was too good! 
The Aussie slut was actually playing up to 
these two bozos! Nicola's fans always wanted 
her to do hardcore. Their wishes would come 
true when this little tape hit the Net!

It had so far been the perfect plan. Angela 
had first acquired a mansion for her little 
sting (complete with high quality closed-
circuit security cameras). She'd done this by 
sleeping with a real producer, and then 
threatening to tell his wife if he didn't 
take a week's vacation leaving Angela the 
house. Next, she recruited some confederates 
to pose as producers. Being something of a 
bitch, she didn't have too many friends in 
Hollywood.

Which is why she ended up with Wayne and 
Wayne, not the brightest sparks, but the best 
Angela could arrange. Already that'd made one 
screw-up.

Wayne, having got a little lost, finally 
found Angela in the mansion's security 
center. He bounded through the door and 
greeted her with a casual "Hi".

"Don't 'hi' me," Angela snarled. "Why the 
hell did you mention my name? She'll be 
suspicious now."

"No, she won't be..." Wayne trailed off, as 
he caught sight of what Wayne was up to with 
Nicola. "Fuck!" he cried. Angela rolled her 
eyes. "Forget about that. Why did you tell 
her I was coming in to audition?"

"I had to give her a name, she smelt a rat." 

Angela gave a heavy sigh. "Well, I guess I 
better get down there then, if she's 
expecting me to turn up. Then we can go ahead 
with Phase 2."

Wayne snapped her a sloppy salute. "Okey-
dokey, chief." He eyed her up as she stood up 
from the security console. For all her 
bitchiness, he had to admit Angela Monroe was 
pretty hot. She was tall, taller than him, 
with a tight, sleek body that rippled beneath 
the black strapless dress she was wearing. 
She had pretty small tits, although that 
didn't stop Wayne from staring at her perky 
little puppies with a hungry look. Wayne made 
a mental note to check out one of Angela's 
nudie movies when this caper was done. 

Then a thought struck him: why wait?

"Uh, yknow this is supposed to be a *bikini* 
audition. If you show up dressed like that, 
Nicola would know something was up."

Angela stopped. For an idiot, he made a lot 
of sense. But she didn't have a bikini on 
hand. There was only one thing to do. As 
Wayne watched, grinning, Angela reached 
behind her back, her nimble fingers searching 
for the zipper. The elegant little black 
outfit slipped easily off her body, falling 
into a puddle of silk at Angela's shapely 
ankles. Trying to maintain her dignity while 
stripping in front of Wayne, Angela stepped 
out of her dress. 

This left the sexy model dressed in nothing 
but a very sheer black bra and panties set 
that did not leave much to the imagination. 
Certainly more revealing than any bikini! 
Wayne could clearly see a trimmed thatch of 
raven-colored pubic hair through her panties, 
and dark nipples making bullet-shaped dents 
in the bra. A black pair of pumps on her feet 
finished the whole delightfully revealing 
ensemble.

"Come on," said Angela, trying to ignore his 
eyes roving across her near-naked body. She 
turned to leave, treating Wayne to the sight 
of her very cute little ass. He smiled. He 
was going to enjoy today!

********

Nicola had switched places. The naked starlet 
was sitting back on her haunches between 
Wayne's legs, leisurely pumping his cock with 
her right hand.

Wayne lounged back in the chair, gasping for 
breath. "I'm coming! Oh jesus, I'm gonna 
cum!" he yelled. Fat chance, thought Nicola 
with a smile. She knew precisely what she was 
doing, and he wasn't going to cum until she 
wanted him to. Her elegant, well-manicured 
hands kept up the skilful manipulation of 
Wayne's throbbing organ. For all his gasping 
and groaning, he was in no danger of 
achieving orgasm. Crouched over his cock, 
Nicola's baby-blue eyes threw lusty glances 
up at the writhing slacker.

"Wayne, honey," she asked in sweetest tones, 
"you're not really a producer, are you?"

"Oh, god no," he admitted between gasps. "Me 
and Wayne go to film school at UCLA."

"Sooo..." said Nicola, her hand still 
massaging his dick, "what's all this about?"

Wayne was still yelping with pleasure. After 
a moment or two he found his voice to answer 
her. "That chick (god!) Angela Monroe (fuck!) 
she (uh!uh!) set this (ooh that feels so 
good!) thing up (oh yeah!). She's (ooooh!) 
paying us (fuck!) cos we're (ah!) hard up."

Uh-oh, thought Nicola. Her old nemesis, 
Angela Monroe again. She'd had it in for her 
for a long time. It wasn't like Nicola had 
really done anything to deserve it. It's just 
that every time they met, Angela ended up 
coming off second best, and it was usually 
her own fault too. Nicola sometimes wished 
they weren't fighting all the time, but 
Angela could be so competitive.

At least now she knew what was coming. She'd 
have to keep a wary eye out for whatever that 
queen bitch was planning. But first, she had 
her little informant to deal with. During her 
musings about her archrival, Nicola had 
unconsciously picked up the pace on Wayne's 
dick, and was now jerking him off quite 
rapidly. He was squirming with pleasure, 
practically foaming at the mouth.

It was scary, the amount of control she could 
have over men. Oh well, he'd given her what 
she wanted, it was time to repay the favor.

Wayne's bucking dick gave a series of 
powerful jerks in Nicola's hand, and a stream 
of pearly-white cum launched into the air. 
Nicola carefully aimed his cock at her chest, 
his furious squirts splashing over her boobs 
and down her stomach. Wayne let out a sigh of 
satisfaction as he emptied his balls over the 
Aussie starlet.

Covering in cum, Nicola stood, turned and 
with a graceful swoop through the air dived 
back into the swimming pool. She emerged a 
few moments later, cleansed of the fruits of 
her labors. Enjoying herself immensely, the 
naughty little nymph continued to frolic in 
the water, and was still doing so as the 
other Wayne return.

And who should be with him? None other than 
Angela Monroe herself, dressing in a skimpy 
little black bra and knickers combo. Nicola 
smiled to herself.

Wayne was lounging with his flaccid cock 
hanging out of his shorts, his clothes still 
damp from cuddling the wet Nicola. He leapt 
to his feet and stuffed Wayne junior back 
into his pants as he buddy approached.

"Wayne, dude, I want to meet, for the very 
first time cos you've never actually met her 
before, Angela Monroe. Angela, this is my 
buddy Wayne."

Angela threw a sideways glance at Wayne, 
silently cursing his lack of acting ability. 
"Pleased to meet you," she said through 
clenched teeth. Wayne gaped at the saucy 
underwear that did little her hide Angela's 
trim, lithe body. "Angela is here to read for 
'The Beach'." Wayne added.

"Don't you mean, 'The Pool'?" Nicola 
corrected him with a smirk. Wayne and Angela 
turned their attention to the Aussie starlet, 
leaning against the edge of the pool staring 
up at them. "And this is another actress 
who's reading for the part, Nicola Baron," 
Wayne introduced her.

Nicola hauled herself out of the pool, 
streams of water running down her tanned, 
nude body. Angela's mouth twitched, as the 
soaked siren instantly drew the boys' 
attention away from her. "Actually, we've met 
before," Nicola said. "Let's get on with 
this," Angela snapped.

Wayne directed Angela to her mark, while 
Wayne stepped behind the camera. Nicola 
didn't bother to put her bikini back on, but 
stood to one side watching, her arms folded 
against her damp boobs.

The camera rolled. Angela was a little 
uncomfortable. It was supposed to be Nicola 
standing here in front of these bozos, 
dammit! At least she already had plenty of 
good footage of Nicola making a right slut of 
herself. And there was still Phase 2...

Angela gave a contemptuous toss of her raven-
colored mane. She stared down the camera lens 
in a sultry pout. "Hi, I'm Angela Monroe. I'm 
an all-American beauty queen, and my 
measurements are 32-33-32." She battered her 
eyelashes and blew her audience a kiss. 

"Nice..." murmured Wayne, his eye glued to 
the camera's viewfinder. Angela threw him a 
few poses. Although she knew this wasn't a 
real audition, there wasn't any harm in 
practising.

"Is that all?" she asked, although it wasn't 
a question but an order for the boys to 
finish up so Angela could get down to the 
business of humiliating Nicola once and for 
all. But before the Waynes could answer, 
Nicola spoke out, her sexy, husky accent 
ringing through the room:

"Don't you want to know if she's OK doing 
screen nudity?" The Waynes exchanged glances. 
Maybe they were going to get more out of this 
than they counted on? "Yeah, Angela, we've 
got to know how well you can handle the many, 
many nude scenes that'll be in our movie."

Angela's icy blue eyes flashed with anger. 
"Of course I can," she replied.

"But," ventured Wayne, "we've really got to 
see how you look on tape. Yknow, to see if 
you're right for our movie. We've really got 
to see you naked in order to make an informed 
casting decision."

"Right," added Wayne. 

Angela glared at them. "Is this really 
necessary?" she asked. Again, it wasn't a 
question. But the boys knew, with Nicola 
watching she'd do anything to keep up the 
appearance that they were real producers, 
that this was a real audition, and that they 
would want to see her nude for the part.

"Fine," said Angela impatiently. She reached 
behind her back for the clasp that held her 
bra in place. The Waynes were transfixed with 
delight. "Would you like a hand?" Nicola 
asked, trying not to lapse into a fit of 
giggles. Angela threw the nude starlet a 
nasty look.

Taking her time about it, Angela removed the 
bra, dropping it to the floor. She stood in 
front of the boys, a little shy. She resisted 
the urge to cover her breasts, but instead 
held her head up high, her perky little tits 
pointing out toward the camera. As much as 
Angela despised stripping for these idiots 
she was determined to show that Nicola wasn't 
the only one who could advertise her assets.

And Angela certainly had something to 
advertise. The boys leered over her naked 
torso: slim almost to the point of skinny, 
taunt and muscular but not overly developed. 
And her boobs! Mouth-watering little cones 
tipped with thick dark nipples that just 
begged to be sucked. The two Waynes weren't 
the only ones enjoying the show. Since 
arriving in Hollywood Nicola had come to 
appreciate the female physique, and the sight 
of Angela stripping got her hot.

Wayne zoomed the camera in to capture 
Angela's flesh on tape. "And your bottoms?" 
Wayne prompted. Trying not to show her 
irritation at this unexpected turn in her 
master plan, Angela turned her back and 
without making a fuss slipped her panties 
down her legs, exposing her ass to the 
camera. She remained bent over for a second, 
untangling her underwear from her shapely 
ankles.

Finally, she stood up straight and turned to 
expose all her charms to the small audience. 
Nicola and the boys feasted their gazes upon 
Angela's exquisite nude body. The bitchy 
beauty posed with balled fists on her hips. 

"Is that enough?" she asked sarcastically, 
after everyone had had a good look at her 
bare tits and pussy. "Sure, sure," Wayne 
replied. "Cut there, buddy," he said to the 
other Wayne.

Angela retrieved her underwear and started to 
get dressed again. Nicola wondered what her 
adversary had in store for her next. Surely 
getting her to strip on camera wasn't the end 
of it, there was plenty of nude footage of 
her already in existence. Whatever was to 
come, Nicola thought that sticking around to 
see what it might be could actually be quite 
fun.

The two starlets were putting their clothes 
back on when Wayne suddenly asked, "What do 
we do now?" He was obviously talking to 
Angela, and as Nicola turned her curious gaze 
on him, he looked off into the distance and 
repeated the question again, as if he was 
talking to himself. The other Wayne looked 
blank, trying to recall the details of 
Angela's fiendish plan. 

The raven-haired beauty looked like she was 
about to explode. With supreme effort, she 
quietly suggested, "Perhaps you'd like to go 
out on location, shoot some footage of Nicola 
out there?"

"Just me?" said Nicola sweetly. "Surely you 
want to get some shots of Angela in the great 
outdoors as well?" 

Angela scowled at her. The boys exchanged 
glances- clearly this wasn't part of the plan 
either. But they had a fair idea of where it 
was leading. Grinning, Wayne added, "Yeah, 
sure! We won't wanna miss getting get some 
more great shots of Angela."

"Gee, thanks," she mumbled.

"You've got a great body there, honey, we 
want to see of much of it as possible... to 
see if you're right for the movie, of 
course."

"Let's just get going, shall we?" was all 
Angela could say. 

********

They were driving along a bumpy road. In the 
front seat Wayne was driving, with Wayne next 
to him navigating. They were lost and 
arguing.

Nicola and Angela were in the backseat. 
Nicola was still dressing in her little 
micro-bikini, with Angela in her little black 
undies. Nicola glanced over from time to time 
at the gorgeous model, her eyes lingering on 
her creamy thighs. The jostling of the car 
sometimes brought Nicola perilously close to 
brushing against her naked legs. Angela did 
her best to ignore her, staring moodily out 
of the window at the Southern California 
countryside rolling past.

Finally, the car stopped. They seemed to be 
in the middle of nowhere, a deserted spot 
surrounded by scrub. There was no traffic 
noise, only the occasional chirp of a bird 
and the sound of the wind in the trees.

"OK, ladies, let's go!" said Wayne, and they 
all piled out. Nicola felt alittle odd, 
standing out here wearing nothing but a 
skimpy bikini. But she had been in similar 
situations before. At least she was wearing 
something, and for the moment at least, her 
tits and ass were partially covered.

And things must be worse for Angela, she 
mused, whose wispy under-clothes were even 
more revealing. She was, unlike Nicola, not 
naturally inclined towards exhibitionism. 
Angela was only willing to strip off in 
certain situations, usually when it benefited 
her most.

"We're looking at this spot as a shooting 
location, so we want to get some great 
camera-test footage of you girls." Wayne 
continued to ogle the two starlets. Angela 
rolled her eyes and hugged her arms across 
her body as if trying to cover herself. 
Nicola, though, smiled sweetly at him, and 
presented her body for their hungry gaze. She 
could almost feel her bosom heaving out of 
her bikini top with the effort to look as 
sexy as possible.

"I'm game for whatever you've got in mind," 
she cooed. The boys needed no further urging 
and they set off across country.

It must've been a startling sight to any 
passers-by, that warm afternoon. Two surfer-
dudes leading a pair of semi-naked startlets 
on a ramble through the wilds of SoCal. 

The girls were wearing heels, and so had to 
pick their way carefully along the path. 
Every so often the girls would have to stop, 
their delicate clothing snagged on a branch. 
One fortuitously placed piece of flora 
managed to catch the back of Nicola's bikini 
top, and before the starlet knew it she was 
topless again.

Giggling, she retrieved her top from the 
tree. "I guess you guys aren't the only ones 
trying to get a peak at my boobs," she 
quipped. The Waynes laughed at this, but not 
Angela. 

Flash your hooters all you want, slut, she 
thought. Soon you're flashing will get you 
into a whole heap of trouble.

They set off again. Nicola noticed that 
Angela kept glancing at her watch. Obviously 
she was expecting something to happen. 
Whatever her revenge was going to be, it was 
going to happen soon.

Finally, the little party stopped at an 
enchanting little spot. A small brook wended 
its way between two boulders, forming a 
crystal clear pool of water. It was a 
beautiful, natural spot that Nicola, who 
really only knew of California as Los 
Angeles, have never known existed.

"OK, we're here!" Wayne announced. The other 
Wayne began to ready the video camera. "This 
is where the pivotal scene of the movie takes 
place," his buddy explained.

"What pivotal scene would that be?" Nicola 
asked.

"The nude-bathing-outdoors scene," Wayne 
replied. "It's an absolutely vital and non-
gratuitous moment where the heroine bares her 
soul and the audience gets a good, long look 
at her personality."

"And her tits," Wayne added.

Nicola thought about it for a moment. It 
sounded artistically valid. Or at least as 
artistically valid as all the other nude 
scenes she'd done in her movies before.

"Great. So where do you want us?" She took a 
step closer to Angela, as if reminding her 
that if there was any stripping off to be 
done, she would have to do it too.

"Um, well, yknow, Nicola did her screen test 
before mine, so perhaps she should be first 
here too." Angela glanced at her watch again, 
and then looked nervously around. There 
seemed to be no-one but trees watching them.

"I don't mind if you go first," Nicola 
smiled. Angela seemed to be getting 
desperate. She turned on the boys.

"Perhaps your *financial backers*, the ones 
who are paying you (whoever they might be), 
would prefer it if you shot Nicola first, and 
if you deviate from the plan, they might not 
even pay you at all."

Idiots they may be, but they got the message. 
"Uh, right, maybe we should do you first, 
Nicola."

She nodded. Wayne turned over the video 
camera and pointed it at the busty beauty. 
"When I call action, I want you to slowly 
take your bikini off and step into the water. 
And... action!"

Slowly, teasingly, Nicola dropped first one 
shoulder strap and then the other of her 
bikini top. No matter how many times the boys 
got to see her tits, they still wanted to see 
them again.

Nicola tossed her head back and gave a sigh 
of pleasure. She pulled off the top, baring 
her tanned tits to the warm afternoon air. 
She posed for the camera, before reaching 
down to untie her bikini bottoms. With a 
flourish she tossed them aside as well.

Now completely naked, the adorable Aussie 
stood on the bank looking into the deep 
water. "Are you guys sure it's OK for me to 
get into this?"

The Waynes looked at each other and shrugged. 
Angela glanced nervously at her watch. "Yeah, 
sure, it looks great."

Nicola was far from reassured. "I know that 
back home, water-holes can be pretty 
dangerous..."

Angela suddenly exploded with rage. "Just get 
in!" she screamed, and leapt forward to give 
her a push. But Nicola was ready for her. She 
grabbed the shapely model by the arm as she 
collided with her.

With a double squeal of startled starlets, 
the pair of underdressed beauties fell into 
the water, sending up a splash that almost 
drenched the Waynes. The girls disappeared 
under the surface of the water and emerged 
with a gasp a moment later.

The force of the dive had ripped Angela's bra 
off, and her small boobs were now bare and 
glistening with river water. The boys gave a 
shout of victory, finally getting a good look 
at her dark nipples. The raven-haired beauty 
stared down at her naked torso with a look of 
shock and anger.

Nicola, wet and naked for the second time 
today, smirked at her.

"What the hell is going on here!?" someone 
shouted. The foursome looked up in surprise 
to see two men standing on the opposite side 
of the pond. They were middle aged and 
wearing Park Rangers uniforms. One of them 
was absolutely livid, the other (who was 
carrying a video camera and shooting the 
nymphs disporting themselves in the water) 
looked more amused than anything else.

"I received an anonymous tip that someone was 
skinny-dipping in this nature reserve. It's 
just as well I showed up to investigate!" the 
Ranger yelled. "I'll say," his partner added. 
Obviously, he was 'recording the evidence', 
and having a damn good time doing it.

"'Anonymous tip', eh?" Nicola turned to 
Angela. "So this is what you had planned all 
along?"

Angela turned beet-red. That Aussie slut had 
managed to do it to her again! She'd planned 
this to get her revenge on Nicola, but it was 
her standing naked in the stream with an 
irate Park Ranger glaring down on her!

"This is a very serious infraction of the 
law," he growled. "I'm afraid you'll both 
have to come along with me!"

There was nothing for it but to do as he 
said. The starlets hauled their wet, naked 
asses out of the water. Wayne gallantly 
returned Nicola's bikini to her. Of course, 
Angela's top was lost. Her bottoms were 
totally ruined, a bedraggled strip of black 
lace that did little to conceal her charms. 
Neither of the rangers had anything for her 
to wear, so the slim beauty was forced to 
hike back not only in custody, but naked as 
well.

Flanked by their captors, Angela and Nicola 
trekked through the forest. Angela was 
understandably in a sullen mood. Nicola 
marched behind her, partly to keep a tactful 
distance and partly so she could check out 
Angela's bare ass.

"Yknow, you should lay off me," the 
Australian said. "I've been here for nearly a 
year now, I'm not going to pack up and go 
home."

Angela made some grumbling noises, but said 
nothing. Either she was beginning to realize 
she wasn't going to get rid of Nicola, or she 
was too tired to argue.

Perhaps, the adorable Aussie mused, this 
could be the start of a beautiful friendship?

Epilog:

Those of you hoping that Nicola and Angela 
end up in a women's prison with plenty of 
girl-on-girl shenanigans will be 
disappointed. The girls got off with an $800 
fine and community service.

The Park Ranger Service scored itself a very 
entertaining little tape, the screening of 
which was always the high point of their 
Christmas parties for years to come.

Although Wayne and Wayne didn't graduate from 
UCLA film school, their first low-budget 
feature "Hot Starlet Babes Get Wet & Naked 
While We Videotape Them" became an instant 
cult favorite on the festival circuit, with 
critics praising the boys for their clever 
over-the-top satire on Hollywood's Mulvey-ian 
male gaze.

The owner eventually discovered the security 
tapes from the mansion when he returned from 
his enforced vacation. They passed into his 
private collection, with a vow to someday 
meet the busty beauty in the video.

As for the future of the two feuding 
starlets? Only time will tell...

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