Title: Knickers Down in Acapulco
Author: Knickers
Universe: Nicola Adventures
Keywords: MF, MMMMF, exhib, interr
Summary: Robbie is a bellboy at a resort in Acapulco. His dreams come true when his favorite B-movie actress Nicola Baron checks in for a hoilday.


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.

There is no Nicola. All characters are fictitious. The 
situations are made-up. This is only a fantasy, so any 
similarity to real persons, events & institutions is pure 
coincidence.

Author's note: The "Nicola Adventures" are a series of erotic 
stories about an Australian model-turned-actress who travels 
to Hollywood to find stardom. They are to date: (in reading 
order)

1. Nicola's Hot Screen Test

2. Nicola & the Helpful Angel

3. Bikini Audition

4. Bikini Stewardesses Go Mile High

5. Hollywood Party Hostesses

6. Nicola: Live & Uncensored

7. Nicola Gets A Woody

8. Bikini Christmas Carol

9. Sex Kitten 

10. Best in Show

11. Knickers Down in Acapulco <-

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

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

Knickers Down in Acapulco (MF MMMMF exhib interr)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah," added Chad.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Robbie? Is that you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He gave a gasp and leapt to his feet. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ah, chulita," Robbie breathed. 

"Chulita?"

"It means 'cutie'." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Way to pitch a tent, dude."

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah!" added Chad.

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

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

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

"Why so glum?" she asked.

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

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

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

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

"How?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chad added a very excited "Yeah!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"My! Such a big boy."

Lascivious laughter greeted her announcement.

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, you're awake?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Robbie smiled. "It would be my pleasure."

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

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

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

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

"Si, Ms. Knickers."

"Could you come in please."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

END.

