Filename: IOU1BJ.txt
Title: IOU1BJ
Author: Knickers
Universe: Nicola Adventures
Keywords: MF, exhib, oral
Summary: Did Nicola really offer to give a blowjob
to a stranger?

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 © 2006 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. Visit the 
website http://www.asstr.org/~knickers 
As well as all the episodes, you'll 
find author's notes, reader feedback, 
and movie reviews.


IOU1BJ (MF exhib oral)

The stream of soothing hot water splashed 
over Nicola's model-pretty face and cascaded 
down her luscious, naked body as the starlet 
cooled her pounding head under the shower.

The Australian beauty had had a pretty rough 
night. Celebrating the wrap of her second 
movie, "Bikini Stewardesses 2", she'd gone 
out for a night on the tiles. Nicola vaguely 
remembered leaving her apartment sometime 
after eight o'clock, dressed in an eye-catching 
leather miniskirt, slit to flash tantalizing 
glimpses of her naked thigh, gauzy 
powder-blue tube-top that clung to her tits like 
a second skin, and a pair of black leather 
boots.

The party had started out at the producer's 
house. Nicola clearly remembered letting the 
guys do shots off her naked stomach. 
Giggling, lying on her back and draped across 
the bar, she definitely remembered trying to 
keep her boobs from slipping out of her top.

As she showered, the water felt so good, 
gushing over her tits and giving them a 
lustrous sheen. Nicola soaped her best 
assets, aware of how she owed her 
blossoming career in Hollywood to her 
gorgeous pair of natural, 38-inch pair breasts, 
not to mention her willingness to proudly show 
them off in such movies as "Bikini 
Stewardesses 2".

Running her hands through her long, chestnut 
colored hair, Nicola wondered if she'd fucked 
anyone last night. The starlet recalled the 
party had started to get pretty tame around 
midnight, and so Nicola had gone out to hit 
the bars and clubs on the Strip. Everything 
between then and when she awoke this 
morning back in her own apartment was a 
total blur.

The doorbell rang, echoing loudly through 
Nicola's booze-softened brain.

Her body damp, Nicola stepped out from 
beneath the comforting spray of her shower. 
Irritated at having her morning abolitions 
interrupted, she went to answer the door. 
Unfortunately, in her hung-over state, Nicola 
forgot to put any clothes on, and when she 
opened her door, she was buck-naked, much 
to the delight of her gentleman caller.

"'Sup, Knickers," he greeted her with a grin, 
his eyes drinking in the sight of her naked 
physique.

"Um, gidday," Nicola replied, her baby-blue 
eyes trying to focus on her visitor. He was 
about 20, tall, kinda-scruffy in jeans and a 
UCLA sweatshirt. He looked sort-of familiar, 
and Nicola was so preoccupied trying to 
remember who he was that she still didn't 
cover her tits.

"Steve Kennelly. From last night, Shooters 
Bar?"

Nicola shook her head. "Sorry, mate. I can't 
seem to recall-

"Then perhaps you'll remember this," Steve 
replied. With a flourish he produced a slip of 
paper from his back pocket, brandishing it for 
the starlet to read. Which Nicola did- then 
gasped in shock.

IOU1BJ
-Nicola Baron.

Had she really written that last night, smashed 
out of her brain at some bar? It was her 
signature alright, although it was missing the 
cute little heart she used to dot the i (one of 
the many affectations Nicola had adopted 
over the past couple of months, to enhance 
her fuckability).

Had she, rising starlet Nicola Baron, really 
written some drunken promise to blow a 
stranger? Nicola peered closely at Steve, who 
grinned like a Cheshire cat. He was definitely 
not the kind of guy she normally found herself 
'entertaining', Nicola's preferred bed-partners 
where usually rich and/or powerful Hollywood 
types.

But still, he was kinda cute.

"OK," Nicola sighed. "Come on in and make 
yourself comfortable."

"Oh, no, not now," Steve replied, folding up his 
precious paper promise and returning it to his 
jeans pocket. "I'm on my way to class. How 
'bout I come back here, say eight o'clock 
night."

A date? Sure, why not!

"Eight o'clock is fine," Nicola purred, thrusting 
her damp boobs towards the object of her 
affections.

Taking one last lingering look at Nicola's fine 
form, Steve reluctantly took himself off.

********

Eight o'clock sharp the doorbell rang again, 
only this time Nicola was ready for it. 
Recovered from her hangover, the starlet was 
primped and preened for her date. She was 
dressed to kill in a little black cocktail dress, 
low cut to show off her cleavage, with a high 
hemline to accentuate her gorgeous, tanned 
legs, and no underwear so to give random 
lucky fellas a quick beaver flash.

Nicola grinned as she admired herself in the 
mirror. You are so hot, Nicola thought to 
herself, I could fuck you myself. She threw 
open the door, but once again she was 
disappointed.

Steve didn't look like he'd changed his 
clothes. His five o'clock shadow had even 
grown darker. The only thing different about 
the sloppy student was his grin- it was even 
wider than before.

"M-mmm," Steve licked his lips and wrapped 
his arm around Nicola's waist, his fingers 
slipping across her body. "I am going to enjoy 
this."

Nicola did her best to smile politely, but she 
was worried. Would tonight promise fun and 
sexual adventure? Or would she regret it?

They emerged into the carpark, where Steve's 
transport awaited them- a grimy 1986 Honda 
Prelude. A sports car, but not exactly the kind 
Nicola was used to. Steve held her hand as 
she lowered herself into the passenger's seat, 
causing her dress to ride up, giving him an 
unforgettable view of her elegantly groomed, 
brunette-thatched pussy.

The Prelude coughed into life, and Steve 
eased it through the streets of LA.

"So, where are we heading?" Nicola asked.

"You'll see," was Steve's enigmatic reply. 
Nicola frowned in irritation, the student 
seemed incapable of giving her a straight 
answer.

"I have to confess," Nicola smiled sweetly, 
"last night I got a little... well, rat-arsed. Maybe 
you could tell me how I came to..."

"Make me such a promise? Well, we just 
kinda met at Shooters and hit it off. I could tell 
straight away you were a friendly kind of gal."

"Really? How's that?"

"Well, you had your tube-top pulled down, 
your rack was on display, and you were 
giggling your pretty little ass off."

Nicola blushed. Yes, that did indeed sound 
like her after one-too-many champagne 
cocktails.

"So, we started chatting, and I said I really 
liked your first movie "Bikini Bandits", and you 
said you'd really like to suck my cock. Well, I 
was kinda busy (term paper due this morning), 
so I asked to take a rain check."

Nicola absorbed this news in silence. The 
sound of loud, throbbing music nudged her 
back to the here-and-now. Nicola looked up to 
see Steve pulled up outside a large house, 
and it looked like a party was going on.

"We're here," Steve explained.

"Here? Where's here?"

"The frat house."

Steve opened the passenger door on his car 
and gallantly offered to take Nicola's hand. 
She obliged- and obliged him again with 
another peek up her short skirt as she 
manoeuvred her delectable body out of the 
Prelude.

"What is this?" Nicola asked, her pretty face 
creased in concern. As Steve escorted her up 
the front steps, a wave of raucous sound 
washed over her. The doors swung open, and 
Nicola was greeted with dozens of merry 
faces, all of them wearing the same smirk as 
Steve.

"Is this a party?"

"It's a party alright. And you're the guest of 
honor!" At the sight of the gorgeous starlet, 
the college kids all burst into applause and 
wolf-whistles. Despite her discomfort, Nicola 
always loved being the center of attention and 
smiled at their leering behavior.

Steve led her through the noisy throng 
towards one end of the room where a platform 
rose like an island from the mass of sweaty 
bodies. Guys mostly, but a few girls too. As 
Nicola drew closer, she saw that on top of the 
podium sat a chair and a cushion.

Realization jabbed at her sharply and Nicola 
jerked in shock.

"You mean, they're an audience???"

"Sure!" Steve cried breezily, waving the magic 
slip of paper that guaranteed Nicola's 
co-operation, that compelled her to blow him 
in front of a roomful of drunken frat kids.

"Nicola, I want you to meet my girlfriend, 
Susan," Steve introduced Nicola to a cute but 
rather slim girl with short blonde hair and 
sparkling blue eyes.

"Hi," she called out above the din of the party. 
"Nice to meet you."

Nicola was incredulous. "You brought a 
date???"

"Why not?" Steve shrugged.

"I'm sure as hell not putting that thing in my 
mouth," Susan laughed. Nicola caught her 
eye, she could see the glint of curiosity and 
excitement. The blonde co-ed really did want 
to watch her boyfriend getting his cock sucked 
by another woman.

There wasn't much time to contemplate the 
matter, as Steve led Nicola up onto the dais. 
As she mounted her stage, the noise level 
grew sharply in intensity, as the crowd sensed 
the live sex show was about to begin.

Nicola was so over-awed, it was all she could 
do but stumble around as Steve guided her 
towards the cushion she would kneel on. 
Dazed, Nicola turned toward her audience 
and bumped against some guy wielding a 
video camera.

"Nicola, this is Kenji. He'll be recording the 
event for posterity."

Oh, this just got better and better! The Aussie 
beauty stared at him aghast. He was Asian, 
and as geeky as hell with slicked-back hair, 
protruding-buck teeth and a check-flannel 
shirt. Kenji nodded vigorously, excited to be 
playing his part in tonight's entertainment. 
"Yeh, that reelly good, eh, Steve, eh, eh? She 
sucky-sucky now?"

Steve laughed and slapped him on the 
shoulder. "Hold up there, little AV buddy! 
Plenty of time for that." He turned to Nicola, 
that damn grin still on his lips. "I'm gonna grab 
a beer before we start. You want one now, or 
after?"

"Um, after," Nicola stammered. Steve laughed 
again. "Good choice!" He stepped off the dais, 
and was engulfed in the swarming crowd.

Nicola turned to Kenji, who was drooling over 
her cleavage. Literally. A stream of saliva was 
dribbling from his lips.

"Ooohh," Kenji breathed, "you got gleat tits. I 
see you in 'Bikini Bandits'. You have gleat big 
boobies, no tan-lines. Velly sexy when bikini 
bandits take away your clothes, you got to run 
alound naked. I get velly excited!"

"Ah, thanks," Nicola replied.

Kenji licked his lips. "You suck Steve with no 
clothes, huh? Make for better video."

Nicola's eyes bulged in shock. Nude, in front 
of all these people? "No!" she cried.

"Aw, come on Knickers!" The starlet turned to 
see Steve bounding back on stage with a can 
in his hand. "Remember, I got this." Again, he 
wafted the precious IOU under Nicola's pretty 
nose.

"That just says I'll suck your dick," Nicola 
countered. "It doesn't say anything about 
stripping."

"It doesn't say anything about not stripping," 
was Steve's emphatic if insubstantial reply. He 
turned to his assembled frat buddies to back 
him up. "Waddaya say, guys, you wanna see 
her naked?!"

"Yeah!" shouted back Susan. "Take it all off!" 
Nicola was not terribly taken aback by the 
co-ed's enthusiasm, in her experience women 
were often as eager to see some tits 'n' ass as 
much as men. The rest of the crowd took up 
Susan's cry, until it became a single, drunken 
roar: "Strip! Strip! Strip!"

Swallowing, Nicola reached behind her back, 
her fingers finding the zipper on her dress. 
What choice did she have? She'd signed that 
dammed IOU! Why? Had she really been so 
out of it last night she'd agree to do this? And 
now that she was sober, she was still going 
ahead with it?

A hush fell over the frat house. The only 
sound was the ripping noise as Nicola gently 
tugged down her zipper. The slip of little black 
material that had been her dress slithered 
down her body with a whisper, then fell 
around her shapely ankles, accompanied by a 
bellow of approval from her audience. Nicola 
was now completely naked before them, her 
well-toned, evenly tanned body open for 
inspection. At least skipping underwear had 
been a good choice, it just would've drawn out 
the embarrassment of disrobing even longer.

Being nude in front of an audience wasn't 
exactly new to Nicola. As a model and starlet 
who specialized in nudie flicks, it was an 
everyday occurrence for her. And, as nervous 
as her current situation made her, Nicola felt 
that very familiar tingling sensation that 
exhibiting herself always brought on. The 
Aussie beauty smiled, posed with one hand 
on her hip, and ran the other through her hair. 
Her perfect, pert breasts stood out proudly for 
all to admire.

"OK!" Steve shouted above the noise. "Time 
to get this show on the road!" He plonked his 
backside down into the chair. "Nicola, I want 
you to use your teeth to open my fly. Then 
ease out my prick and go to work. Use lots of 
saliva, get your mouth good and wet. Don't 
forget to make a lot of noise, I want to hear 
some serious slurping going on. Your eyes, 
too, look up at me from time to time. Good 
long strokes, keep your head bobbing. 
Remember we got an audience. Really play it 
up to the camera."

Nicola nodded, dumbly. Steve sounded like a 
director, only this was far more explicit than 
she'd ever done on film. This was it, Nicola 
was about to give the performance of her 
career.

"Wait, me gotta do white barance," Kenji cried, 
fiddling with his camera. Steve rolled his eyes.

"Hurry it up!"

Kenji grabbed a white piece of card and 
handed it to Nicola. "Hold up in front of boobs. 
Me gotta terl camera what is white."

Nicola complied, holding up the card with the 
blank side facing the camera. The opposite 
side was a photo of herself, a publicity still 
from "Bikini Bandits", wearing a skimpy 
swimsuit and giving a sultry look like she was 
about to gobble some cock (which she was, 
for real). Nicola had seen enough of them in 
the past couple of weeks, usually scribbling 
her autograph underneath. This one didn't, 
though. It had "Love & Kisses XXX" in her 
own handwriting, like she always wrote for a 
fan, but no signature. Just a little heart, right at 
the bottom.

It was one of those weird moments when 
suddenly your mind is a mile away and things 
just click. Steve was getting impatient, yelling 
at Kenji who was still adjusting his camera.

Suddenly, Nicola was back. She spun on her 
heel and angrily glared at Steve. "Where's that 
piece of paper? The one with my signature."

Steve shrugged. "Here it is. All legit. You 
signed it."

Nicola grabbed it off him. "There's something 
that struck me a bit odd about this. It's typing 
paper. If we were in a bar, surely I'd write it on 
a cocktail napkin, hmm?"

"Maybe," Steve replied coolly. "But you didn't, 
you wrote it on that."

Nicola shook her head, causing her bare 
boobs to wobble. "And the signature. It's mine, 
alright, but there's one thing missing- the heart 
I use to dot the i."

With a flourish, Nicola lined up the IOU with 
the publicity photo of herself, so that only her 
autograph was visible and the "agreement" 
was hidden behind the picture. Her signature 
matched up perfectly with the heart above. 
Triumphant, the nude Nicola held it up so 
everyone could see.

"You bastard! I never signed any IOU. I was 
so out of it, I thought I was signing an 
autograph for a fan!"

The crowd gasped in shock. Kenji trembled in 
delight. "Ooooh, it like a reer-ry hot 'Murder, 
She Wrote'."

The room was utterly silent. Steve blushed a 
very deep shade of red. Suddenly, Susan 
giggled. "Busted!" she murmured.

Nicola turned and reached for her clothes. 
Steve finally found his voice. "Aw, come on! 
You can't blame a guy for trying. You're totally 
hot, who wouldn't want you between their 
legs, slurping the beef."

The starlet paused, smiling at the compliment.

"Yeah, come on," added Susan. "I'd really like 
to see you suck him off. You were going to do 
it anyway."

"Oooohhh, yes," Kenji nodded so vigorously 
his glasses almost slid off. "Prease continue!"

"Well....", Nicola's delicate finger tapped 
against her lip in contemplation. She still held 
her cocktail dress in her hand, but made no 
attempt to get dressed again. The Aussie 
beauty cast her eyes across her audience, 
seeing a sea of hopeful faces turned toward 
her. A big night of adult entertainment had 
been planned, and it would be a shame to let 
them all down just because Nicola had found 
out the Steve had tried to trick her.

She was going to do it anyway. It wasn't 
Nicola's fault she was smarter than he was, 
and had seen through his plan. And it certainly 
wasn't her fault she was such a total fox.

"Please," Susan's pretty eyes implored her. 
"Do it for me?"

"OK," Nicola replied with a shrug. She tossed 
her dress aside, and sunk down to her knees 
on the cushion positioned at Steve's feet.

"Oh, thank-you thank-you thank-you 
thank-you," Steve breathed. His face was still 
very red, only now it wasn't with 
embarrassment it was with excitement.

"Don't thank me just yet," Nicola murmured in 
her husky Australian, resting her chin on his 
thigh. "Just you wait till I've finished, then 
you'll really have something to be grateful for." 
She rubbed her palm across the inside of 
Steve's leg, feeling the thick meat of his cock 
twitching to break free from his pants. Nicola 
smiled, pleased with the affect she was having 
on him.

Her fingers plucked at his zipper, slowly 
yanking it down. Steve's shallow breathing 
degenerated into panting. Susan stepped 
closer, leaning over her boyfriend's shoulder 
to get a better view of the action.

It was hard to believe Nicola had never given 
a blowjob before she arrived in Hollywood just 
a short time ago, but after seeing how 
important it was for her career, she'd eagerly 
pursued every opportunity to practice her 
technique. Now the Aussie starlet was highly 
skilled on the pink oboe, and her mouthwork 
was much sort after.

His fly undone, Nicola's hand reached into 
Steve's pants to draw forth his painfully 
swollen member. No matter how many times 
she handled a throbbing, erect cock, Nicola 
never grew tired of the sensation of hot 
manflesh pressing against her hands. Steve's 
prick sprouted from his open fly, proudly 
pointing up toward Nicola. She caressed it, 
rubbing her palms along it length, all the while 
softly cooing and casting Steve the most 
doe-eyed of looks. Everything Nicola did was 
one reason alone: to let Steve know that right 
now his cock was the most important thing in 
the world to her. And it worked- Steve's cock 
was rock hard and burning hot.

Still kneeling, the nude Aussie babe scooted 
forward, bringing her face even closer to that 
purple-headed object of her desire. The heat it 
gave off bathed her adorable face in an ardent 
glow of sexual desire, warming the model's 
cheeks. Ever aware that her performance was 
not just for Steve's benefit but for her 
audience as well, Nicola let go of his prick just 
long enough to sweep her long brunette locks 
back behind her ears, so her hair didn't fall 
forward and block the view.

Her ruby-red lips descended upon his 
manhood, and Nicola gently pecked the 
softest of kisses upon the shining helmet of 
Steve's cock. At this first, delicate contact 
between Nicola's mouth and his dick, Steve let 
out an extra loud moan, his groin muscles 
contracted sharply, and his dick twitched so 
violent it brushed against Nicola's chin. For a 
horrid moment she thought he was going to 
cum, but, through the veil of gasps, Steve kept 
it together.

After the kissing comes the licking. Nicola's 
pink tongue darted out, slithering across 
Steve's engorged head, slimy with pre-cum. 
Again, the lucky recipient of Nicola's oral 
attentions gave a fierce spasm, but Steve was 
determined to enjoy every last moment of 
ecstasy.

Nicola opened her mouth, and, like everyone 
else in the room, began to drool. Saliva ran 
down her chin, rivers of her juices pouring out 
of her mouth and down onto Steve's prick. 
Nicola helped the process along with her 
tongue, sliding it over his cock in a swirling 
pattern that made Steve's eyes roll back in his 
head.

She didn't just stop at his helmet, Nicola's 
tongue licked all the way down his excited 
shaft, along the length and girth of Steve's 
cock, coating his member in a mixture of their 
ardent juices.

"Oh, God..." Steve throbbed, letting everyone 
know that Nicola knew exactly what she was 
doing. The whole crowd was motionless, 
straining forward to witness the spectacle of 
the starlet kneeling before the student, no-one 
wanting to miss a second of it. Susan's lips 
were open slightly, quivering with excitement, 
the tip of her own tongue barely visible as it 
darted around her mouth, almost like she was 
vicariously joining in. She was leaning so far 
forward, that from Nicola's vantage point 
between Susan's boyfriend's legs, the starlet 
could see deep down the co-ed's blouse at 
her perky tits snug therein.

The only one moving was Kenji, who tried to 
weave around the couple, squinting through 
the camera's viewfinder, catching the action 
on tape from every angle. The nerdy Asian 
teenager sported a painful hardon, and from 
time to time he paused and rubbed his crotch 
as if scratching an itch that would never go 
away.

When she was sure he had just the right 
amount of lubrication, Nicola opened her 
velvet-smooth mouth and slurped greedily 
over Steve's prick. She quickly went to work, 
using the "one-hand" technique, vigorously 
pounding her fist up the length of the cock as 
she simultaneously deep-throating him.

The whole performance was accompanied by 
a thoroughly filthy guzzling sound, as Nicola 
suckled on Steve's furiously jerking prick. The 
starlet's slurping echoed through the halls of 
the stone-silent frat house, almost as if Nicola 
was deliberately projecting her slobbering 
noises for everyone to enjoy.

Seated in her chair, Steve squirmed in pure 
delight. Never had he felt such pleasure as 
Nicola lovingly sucking his cock. The delight of 
the moment was heightened by having his 
girlfriend resting on his shoulder, her hot 
breath upon the nape of his neck, Susan 
enjoying the show almost as much as he was.

Nicola spared nothing for Steve, letting loose 
on him with her full range of cock-sucking 
talents. Her jaw worked, her cheeks hollowed 
as the Aussie starlet pleasured his prick in the 
moist heaven of her hot mouth. She would 
switch from head-on sucking to the side-slurp, 
burying the sensitive head of his prick into her 
cheek. She allowed her pearly-white teeth to 
brush against his manhood, gently nibbling his 
cock. From time to time Nicola would 
disengage her lips from his knob, trailing 
strands of saliva and cum from her face. Then 
her tongue would emerge from her mouth, 
eagerly lick away these stains of desire, 
before resuming her task at hand.

Under this erotic onslaught Steve began to 
wilt. From the very beginning his cock had 
been fit to burst, and as Nicola unleashed her 
full range of talents upon his hapless prick, it 
wasn't going to be long before he surrendered 
to her a mouthful of cum.

Biting his lip and shrieking in delight, Steve 
arched his back, thrusting his pelvis even 
further into Nicola's face. The starlet met his 
penultimate stroke, burying herself between 
his thighs, her once-elegant hair now matted 
and tangled around Steve's legs. Moments 
later the student was spurting his speed into 
Nicola's mouth. Far from releasing his 
trouser-snake from the welcome embrace of 
her mouth, she continued to slurp Steve's last 
strokes, so that the arcs of his orgasm 
squirted directly down her throat.

Steve continued to convulse in his chair, 
crying out his delight. Nicola braced herself 
against his thighs, keeping her lips firmly 
pressed against his knob, drinking down every 
last drop erupting from Steve's shuddering 
manhood.

Finally, he collapsed backward, out of breath, 
his shoulders trembling. Steve's grinning, 
sweat-soaked face told the story of Nicola's 
cock-sucking better than any scribe could. 
Susan gently squeezed his shoulders. Nicola 
finished sucking away the last drops of cum 
from Steve's now-satisfied prick before finally 
releasing the spent member, and gave a 
smack of her lips.

"And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you 
give a blowjob," she grinned, waving to the 
awe-struck crowd of students.

"Wow, that was incredible," Steve thanked 
her, when he finally had his breath back.

"Yeah, thanks," Susan added, reaching out to 
shake Nicola's hand. The starlet ran her 
tongue across her own palm to lick off the last 
traces of Steve's cum, before returning the 
co-ed's handshake. "Nice meeting you."

"Yknow," Steve said, sheepishly tucking his 
prick back inside his pants. "I'm really sorry 
about trying to trick you."

"That's OK. I'm kinda used to it by now. 
There's this guy, Sammy Fish, he's always 
trying it on. But you're a sweet guy, so next 
time you want a blowjob, just try asking."

Susan hugged her man tightly. "Oh, I think 
any future requests of that nature will be well 
taken care of."

Steve grinned. "Alright! Did you hear about 
that everybody, Susan's gonna suck my cock 
from now on!"

Susan shared a private smirk with Nicola, 
before she and Steve stepped off the stage. 
The starlet picked up her cocktail dress, 
raised her arms in the air, and with a wriggle 
of her lithe, naked body, slipped her clothes 
over her head.

A moment later, the grinning nerd Kenji was at 
her side. "Oooohhh, you so hot. Me velly wish 
you Kenji suck cock!"

Nicola fixed him with a steamy gaze. It was 
precisely the same dick-twitching look she'd 
given the FAA inspector in "Bikini 
Stewardesses II", when she was about to 
seduce him. "Kenji," she purred, "there's 
something I just have to tell you."

"Yes," gasped the over-excited nerd.

"Kenji..."

"Yes?"

"Kenji..."

"Yes??!!"

Slowly, sensuously, Nicola licked her lips.

"You left the lens cap on."

Crestfallen, Kenji scrabbled at his camera, 
only to realize he'd made the stupidest of 
mistakes.

"Oh, furk."

THE END

