Title: Undercover Starlet
Author: Knickers
Universe: Nicola Adventures
Keywords: MF, FF, oral, exhib
Summary: Nicola teams up with FBI agent Bambi Thumper to infiltrate a gang of mobsters.

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, and any similarity to real 
persons, events & institutions is pure 
coincidence.

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

1. Nicola's Hot Screen Test
2. Nicola & the Helpful Angel
3. Bikini Audition
4. Shutterbug Starlets
5. Bikini Stewardesses Go Mile High
6. Hollywood Party Hostesses
7. Nicola: Live & Uncensored
8. Carwash Cuties 
9. Nicola Gets A Woody
10. Bikini Christmas Carol
11. Sex Kitten
12. Bikini Sorority House Party 
13. Bikini Audition 2: The Wrath of Angela
14. Best in Show
15. Knickers Down in Acapulco
16. InfoNicola 
17. Undercover Starlet <-

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.

Undercover Starlet (MF FF oral exhib)

"Why Mr. Baines, I do believe you're trying to 
take advantage of me," Nicola murmured in her 
husky Australian accent.

Mr. Baines, a middle-aged studio exec, wrapped 
his arms around the 20-year-old starlet's 
slender waist. He kissed her tenderly on the 
throat. "What gives you that idea?"

They were standing in the bedroom of Nicola's 
West Hollywood apartment. Night had fallen. The 
bay windows were open and a cool breeze was 
blowing in down the canyon, causing the 
curtains to billow like silken ghosts.

Nicola's elegant, well-manicured hands brushed 
against the front of Mr. Baines's trousers, 
delicately skimming over the throbbing bulge 
trapped inside. "Call it a hunch," she replied.

Mr. Baines stepped behind her. Nicola was 
wearing a black, low cut strapless cocktail 
dress that showcased her stunning cleavage. 
Reaching around, he began to grope her, gently 
massaging her tits through the dress.

"Now why would I do that?" Mr. Baines whispered 
teasingly into her ear. Nicola let out a sigh 
of desire, enjoying the sensation of his hands 
squeezing her sensitive boobs. He smiled, 
obviously enjoying the moment of seduction. 
"I'm a married, 38-year-old man. Why would I 
possibly want to take a gorgeous up-and-coming 
young actress out to dinner, and then back to 
her place?"

"Because you want to fuck me." Nicola breathed. 
Mr. Baines kissed her softy on the lips. 
"Well... maybe just a little."

Nicola let out a light giggle. She reached 
behind her back, tugging down the zipper on her 
little black dress. It fell at her ankles, as 
it would only get in the way of the rest of the 
evening.

The starlet turned to face the studio exec. She 
was now dressed in nothing more than a lacey 
black g-string that barely covered her well-
trimmed muff and a pair of 6-inch black pumps. 
Nicola cast her date a sultry come-hither look, 
posing with her hands on her hips.

"Well?" she asked. "Do you think I've got what 
it takes to play the part?"

"Oh yes," murmured Mr. Baines, eyeing up her 
bare breasts. "I can see you possess some very 
special acting talents."

Nicola ran her hands through her long, 
chestnut-colored hair. "Why thank-you," she 
blushed. 

For almost a year now the stunning Australian 
model-turned-actress had been performing 
routines such as this, advancing her career 
using the best assets she had at her disposal- 
her own body. It was a game of give and take, 
and Nicola knew how to play it well. Tonight 
her mark was something special, a casting 
director for a big-budget feature. It was only 
a small part but it would mean a step up from 
the B-movies Nicola was best known for.

Nicola wanted that role badly, and she was 
willing to do anything to get it.

In a second they were kissing wildly. Mr. 
Baines's tongue was exploring every inch of the 
eager starlet's mouth, while Nicola's hands 
were frantically clawing off his clothes. Even 
if that movie part was uppermost on her mind, 
it didn't stop Nicola from enjoying what she 
had to go through to get it. Her lithe model's 
body quivered with sexual desire as Mr. 
Baines's cock finally sprung free from the 
confines of his pants and rubbed against 
Nicola's thigh.

With a squeal of delight, Nicola fell backwards 
onto her bed. She stretched her long legs wide 
apart in the air, grasped her panties in one 
hand and ripped them away to reveal her 
salivating pussy. (She went through so many 
pairs like that she was seriously considering 
giving up underwear altogether). Nicola ran a 
single finger along the drooling lips of her 
cunt.

Mr. Baines was now naked, except for his gold 
wedding band. Kneeling on the bed, he grasped 
Nicola firmly by the ankles, pulling her toward 
his purple-headed penis. 

With a slurp Nicola's tunnel of love engulfed 
him. This was where her audition really began.

The starlet let out a long, low moan of 
satisfaction that surely echoed down the canyon 
for all her neighbors to hear. The gasps of 
pleasure increased as Nicola's casting director 
enthusiastically fucked her.

It was at that moment that the door to Nicola's 
bedroom burst open. In rushed in a short, red-
haired woman followed by two men dressed in 
jackets and ties.

"FBI!"

Nicola gave a squeak of surprise. Mr. Baines, 
perhaps thinking that his wife had caught him, 
leapt off the bed and in a moment was flying 
through the bay windows and over the balcony, 
stark naked. Seconds later the sound of someone 
crashing through the shrubbery drifted up from 
the canyon.

Bereft of her date, and still sprawled nude on 
her bed with a no small amount of love-slime 
covering her thighs, Nicola stared at her 
visitors in wide-eyed shock.

"Um, sorry," the red-headed woman said 
sheepishly. "We get abit carried away 
sometimes."

"Look," stammered Nicola, "if this is about my 
green card, the INS man assured me that it was 
standard procedure for foreign nationals to 
demonstrate their lap dancing abilities before 
work visas were issued!"

"No, it's nothing like that," her visitor 
replied. She turned to her male companions, who 
were enjoying the sight of the starlet in all 
her naked glory. "Wait downstairs, boys. I 
think we've been a little too heavy-handed so 
far."

They shot her a look of disappointment but left 
anyway. Nervous, Nicola sat up in bed but 
otherwise made no attempt to cover her luscious 
bare body.

The woman flashed her ID. "Special Agent Bambi 
Thumper, FBI."

Nicola raised an eyebrow. "Bambi Thumper?"

"No jokes," Agent Thumper replied tersely. 
"I've heard them all."

With the shock of her entry receding, Nicola 
finally had the opportunity to take a good look 
at Agent Thumper. She was a very cute woman in 
her late twenties, with her short, straight red 
hair worn in very fetching bangs that framed 
her pretty face. She was dressed in a charcoal-
gray skirt (which didn't quite cover her sexy 
thighs) and jacket, which was open to reveal a 
white blouse that strained to contain a 
formidable bust for a woman of her short 
stature.

"What can I do for you, Agent Thumper?" Nicola 
purred.

"I'm here to ask for your help. Ms. Baron," she 
replied. "Your adoptive country is in need of 
your...," she paused, her crystal blue eyes 
drinking in Nicola's nudity. "...special 
talents."

**********

Minutes later, Nicola's bare body was wrapped 
in a flimsy satin robe and she was seated at 
the kitchen table. Agent Thumper stood over 
Nicola, briefing her.

"This is Tommy 'The Walrus' Teducci." She 
slapped down a black and white photograph of a 
craggy-jawed man. "He runs the biggest crime 
syndicate on the West Coast."

"Uh-huh," Nicola replied, although she was 
really more interested in peeking down Agent 
Thumper's top. The white blouse billowed open 
slightly, affording Nicola tempting glances of 
Thumper's lacey bra and snowy-white cleavage.

"For years we've been trying to get an agent 
into his organization," Agent Thumper 
continued, oblivious to the sexual harassment 
going on right under her nose. "But Tommy The 
Walrus has a sixth-sense about law men and has 
spotted each and every one of them."

"What has this got to do with me?" Nicola 
asked. Thumper went over to her briefcase and 
produced a manila folder. "A week ago, The 
Walrus purchased a videotape from Direct 
Enterprises entitled 'Bikini Bandits'. The next 
day he placed another order for a tape entitled 
'Bikini Stewardesses 2'. He's also made 
enquires into obtaining episode #85 of 'The 
Tony Moroni Show', and we've just received word 
that he's using his European connections to get 
hold of a copy of the Sex Kitten video 'Kittens 
4ever'."

Nicola gasped. "There's one thing they all had 
in common- me!"

Agent Thumper nodded. "We believe that The 
Walrus is quite the fan of yours. With your 
permission, we'd like to have you infiltrate 
his business and help bring this slug to 
justice. You won't be alone, of course. I'll be 
there with you every step of the way. 
Hopefully, The Walrus will be so wrapped up in 
meeting his favorite starlet that he won't spot 
me as a Fed."

"Sure," Nicola replied with a shrug. "Sounds 
like fun."

"Fun?" Agent Thumper has aghast. "Ms. Baron, 
this is going to be a very dangerous undercover 
operation."

"Oh rubbish," Nicola replied. "Knowing me, 
we'll end up wearing some sexy outfits, for a 
while at least before we have to take them off 
and run around nude. And I just bet you we'll 
get laid as well."

Special Agent Bambi Thumper sighed. Obviously, 
this wasn't going to be just any undercover 
mission.

**********

The next evening found the dynamic duo waiting 
in an unmarked FBI surveillance van outside 
"Hooters R Us", a seedy North Hollywood strip 
club. Agent Thumper was instructing Nicola on 
the finer points of undercover police work, and 
Nicola was instructing Agent Thumper on the 
finer points of being a slut.

The gorgeous Australian starlet was dressed to 
thrill in the same short black mini-dress, 
showing off plenty of Nicola's cleavage and 
lean, tanned legs, accentuated by a pair of 
black 6-inch pumps. Agent Thumper, by contrast, 
was more casual, decked out in a white t-shirt 
and denim shorts.

Nicola clucked her tongue as she looked over 
what Agent Thumper had picked out, shaking her 
pretty head.

"What's wrong with it?" the busty Fed asked.

"You've got to attract Mr. The Walrus's 
attention in a strip club. You're not going to 
do it wearing that."

"Well, what do you suggest?"

"First up, loose the bra," Nicola instructed. 
Agent Thumper gaped at her.

"What???"

"Trust me."

Blushing, Agent Thumper glanced around at her 
fellow agents in the back of the van. Up till 
now that had all been absorbed in the 
surveillance equipment, but upon hearing what 
was going on they turned to watch the AIC do a 
bit of T&A. 

"Eyes front, Agent Johnson!" she barked. 
Reluctantly, they went back to work, but Agent 
Thumper could still feel their hungry gazes 
watching her. She reached one hand up the 
sleeve of her t-shirt, groping for the catch on 
her bra. Agent Thumper wriggled deliciously as 
she undid first one shoulder strap and then the 
other, slipping the unwanted piece of underwear 
out of the other sleeve. 

She half-expected her team to applaud.

"Better," Nicola replied. Unrestrained, Agent 
Thumper's impressive chest strained against the 
fabric of the tight white t-shirt, her dark 
brown nipples clearly visible.

But the Aussie starlet wasn't finished yet. She 
produced a pair of scissors and began to snip 
away at the shirt. Agent Thumper's blush 
deepened as Nicola began to cut a large strip 
off the bottom hem. Working her way around 
Agent Thumper's slim waist, Nicola reduced her 
shirt down considerably from its original size. 
Now, the bottom swell of the Agent's boobs hung 
down, two snowy slopes that drew the attention 
of everyone in the van.

"Now, for those shorts..." Nicola bent down to 
Agent Thumper's crotch, brandishing the 
scissors.

"I think we better get a move on," she said 
hastily, before she found herself sauntering 
into "Hooters R Us" with her pussy exposed for 
all to see. Nicola shrugged.

"Agent Thumper, don't I need to wear a wire or 
something?" the starlet asked. Agent Thumper 
shook her head. "Not just yet. First we need to 
make contact. And don't call me 'Agent 
Thumper'. From now on it's just 'Bambi', OK?"

"And you can call me 'Knickers," Nicola 
replied. Bambi rolled her eyes.

"We'll be under constant observation by the 
back-up team. If at any point you feel you're 
in danger, just say the safety phrase and 
they'll get us out of the situation without 
alerting The Walrus."

"What's the safety phrase?"

Bambi turned to one of the agents. "Agent 
Johnson?"

"Uh, the safety phrase is 'I'm not wearing any 
panties.'" 

Bambi glowered at him. Why did she always get 
the idiots?

As ready as they'll ever be, the pair of busty 
beauties exited the van and strolled into the 
club.

Nicola was no stranger to titty bars. It was 
pretty dingy, the lighting designed to 
accentuate the stage while leaving the seating 
area in near darkness so the patrons could 
"enjoy" the show in private. Onstage, two naked 
women where enthusiastically gyrating their 
bodies for the male audience, their shaved 
crotches glistening in the dim light.

The two undercover cuties drew their own share 
of attention. One guy whistled at them and 
Nicola batted her eyelids at him in coy 
gratitude. Bambi tried her best to maintain her 
composure (she was, after all, a trained FBI 
agent), but the sight of all those men turning 
their hungry eyes to ogle her, with her boobs 
practically hanging out of the bottom half of 
her shirt, made her blush.

"What now?" Nicola whispered. Bambi swallowed 
back her shyness. She glanced around the club, 
looking for their target. Finally, she spotted 
him over in a VIP booth separated from the rest 
of crowd by a velvet rope.

"Over there."

Nicola surreptitiously looked over. She saw 
that same handsome, craggy man seated with a 
tall, thin weaselly looking guy. 

"Who's that with him?"

"Rondo Hatton, his right-hand man."

As they watched, Rondo was talking earnestly to 
his boss, The Walrus, who was only half-
listening. The gangster was more interesting in 
watching the floorshow. And who could blame 
him, thought Nicola. The two dancers were now 
writhing their slippery, naked bodies against 
each in pseudo-lesbian lust. 

"Now, we need to get his attention somehow..." 
said Bambi. She envisioned a carefully 
choreographed chance meeting, perhaps 
'accidentally' bumping into The Walrus as he 
got up to visit the little gangster's room. But 
Nicola had other ideas.

"Leave that to me," the adorable Aussie said 
coolly. With a loss of her chestnut-colored 
hair, she strode through the crowded strip club 
toward their mark. There was nothing for Agent 
Bambi to do but rush after her, trying 
unsuccessfully to keep her boobs from bouncing 
out from underneath her shirt. 
Nicola sauntered up to the VIP booth, stepping 
over the velvet rope. The two hoods instantly 
broke off their conversation and stared up at 
her in surprise. Nicola placed her hands on the 
table and leaned forward, affording the men a 
spectacular view down her dress at her bare 
breasts.

"Hi boys," she gave them a saucy greeting. "I 
couldn't help but notice you were VIPs. I was 
wondering if my friend and I could join you?"

The Walrus broke into a broad grin. "Sure, 
toots. Why don't you come sit next to me?" He 
patted a spot on the leather-upholstered.

"Thanks," Nicola replied. She slipped in next 
to him, squeezing her luscious body against his 
massive bulk. "My name's Nicola, but my friends 
call me 'Knickers'. And this is my best mate 
Bambi."

Bambi smiled nervously, and took a seat on the 
opposite end of the booth next to Rondo.

"Knickers, huh?" The Walrus laughed. "Well, 
Knickers, my friends call me The Walrus. And 
this is my associate Rondo."

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. The Walrus." She 
reached out with her delicate hand and shook 
his huge paw.

"Boss, this ain't such a good idea..." Rondo 
whined. 

"Forgetaboutit!" boomed The Walrus. He leered 
at Nicola with undisguised lust. "I like a girl 
with spirit and big tits."

Nicola laughed, her melodious Aussie voice 
carrying across the club. "Well, I've got 
plenty of both!"

Suddenly, the outsized mobster's eyes lit up. 
"Hey, you're that Australian actress, Nicola 
Baron!"

"Busted!" cried Nicola. And then wished she 
hadn't. The two gangsters jumped, looking 
around. "The cops!" squealed Rondo.

"No, no, it's a joke," Nicola tried to calm 
them down. "Yknow, 'busted' cos you spotted who 
I am, and 'busted', cos of my boobs..." She 
pointed at her chest.

"You'll have to forgive my friend," said Bambi 
hastily. "She's a bit of a bimbo."

"Yeah, that's me," lied Nicola. "Ditzy old 
Knickers!"

The Walrus and his henchman started to relax. 
Nicola gently began to stroke The Walrus's leg, 
which helped him relax even more.

"I'm a big fan of yours," he said. "I love 
those dumb movies you make."

"Why thank-you," Nicola purred. "It's always 
great to meet a fan. I'm glad to have brought 
you so much... pleasure." She threw him a 
hungry look while, under the table, running her 
hand up and down his thigh.

The Walrus threw his hand in the air and yelled 
"Waitress!" In a few moments, a topless blonde 
girl was at their table.

"Yes sir?"

"Tequilas all round!"

The drinks arrived shortly. Nicola downed hers 
in a single gulp, the warm glow of alcohol 
quickly spreading through her body. In spite of 
the danger of the situation Nicola was enjoying 
herself. She was always attracted to rich, 
powerful men and The Walrus fit the bill 
perfectly. Watching a busty brunette writhe in 
ecstasy on stage as she faked an orgasm, Nicola 
began to feel that familiar rising sensation 
deep within her pussy. In the privacy of the 
VIP booth, Nicola snuggled up against him, her 
hand resting on his twitching crotch. The 
Walrus put his arm around her, drawing her even 
closer.

"I always wondered how actresses like you 
really feel about nudity?" The Walrus asked.

"Oh, I love being naked!" Nicola replied. "I 
don't just work naked, either. I cook naked, I 
clean naked. I should just give up buying 
clothes." She giggled.

"So have you got any other movies in the 
pipeline?" The Walrus asked.

"Uh-huh," Nicola replied, her speech a little 
slurred. "'Bikini Sorority House Party'. My 
directorial debush. I mean, debut. Hic!"

Bambi frowned. She was drunk! What kind of 
bimbo had she brought along on this operation? 
Time to get things moving, she thought...

"Yknow," said Bambi, "Knickers is more than 
just an actress. She's also a very accomplished 
model."

"Is that right? Do you also model nude?" asked 
The Walrus.

"I sure do!" giggled Nicola. The waitress 
returned with more shots and again the starlet 
downed hers in one go.

"It's such a shame though," sighed Bambi. 
"Ysee, I'm a photographer. I'm just dying to 
get Knickers naked for a shoot, but I just 
can't find the perfect location."

"Is that so?" rumbled the fat hood. "I have 
such a beautiful mansion out in Santa Monica. 
It would be a pleasure to give the pair of you 
lovely ladies the run of the place."

"Boss..." Rondo began, but a sharp glance from 
The Walrus silenced him.

"Ooooooh," cooed Nicola. "A mansion! That would 
be great."

"You'll love it," he replied, writing the 
address down on a napkin. Under the table, 
Nicola wrapped her thighs around The Walrus's 
fat leg. Bringing her lips close to his ear she 
purred, "I'll have to thank you personally." 
This was emphasized by a quick lick of his ear.

Bambi was a little alarmed by Nicola's 
approach. Sure, she was getting a result, but 
where was this was going? "We better get a move 
on," she announced.

"Awww, do we have to?" Nicola pouted. "I'm 
having fun with my new friend. Mr. The Walrus 
is just sooooo sexy." She was still rubbing her 
luscious body against the mobster, quivering 
with sexual desire.

There was nothing else for it. Bambi took a 
deep breath, and in a loud voice announced:

"I'm not wearing any panties."

Nicola, The Walrus and Rondo all turned and 
stared at her in amazement.

"What did you say?" Rondo asked.

"I said," Bambi replied through clenched teeth. 
"I'm not wearing any panties." She spoke a 
little louder this time, and her voice carried 
barely audible beneath the music. A few other 
people glanced in her direction.

"That's... interesting," said The Walrus. 

Suddenly, a bartender appeared before their 
booth. "Ms. Baron? I'm afraid they're towing 
your car outside."

"My car?" Nicola asked. She looked decidedly 
unfocused.

"We really should go rescue it," said Bambi 
hastily, standing up from the booth. Nicola 
reluctantly disengaged herself from her new 
friend.

"I can't wait till my shoot," she cooed, 
blowing him a kiss.

"Me too," The Walrus replied. "It was wonderful 
meeting you, Knickers."

Finally, Bambi managed to hustle the starlet 
out of the strip joint.

**********

"My head hurts," Nicola complained.

"You shouldn't've drunk so much last night," 
Agent Bambi admonished her. 

The pair were in Nicola's convertible, parked 
across the street from The Walrus's mansion. 
From here all they could see was a thirty-foot 
wall broken only by a high-security gate. 
Nicola couldn't help but wonder what 
nefariousness Mr. The Walrus got up to behind 
that giant fence.

"You acted like a total slut," Bambi continued.

"Exactly!" Nicola replied. "I acted like a 
total slut. It was all part of my cover."

Bambi peered at the attractive Australian. Had 
last night really just been an act? She had to 
admit it had certainly worked. They had a 
personal invite into The Walrus's house, 
something no other agent had been able to pull 
off. Not only that, but he was completely 
besotted with Nicola.

Anyway, it was time to be moving. They'd be 
infiltrating his hideout with the cover they'd 
adopted last night. Bambi was a photographer, 
here to use the mansion as a location to shoot 
a spread of Nicola. Of course, this would give 
her plenty of opportunity to take some other 
shots of the building. The girls were dressed 
marginally more conservatively than last night. 
They both wore brief t-shirts and shorts, 
showing off lots bare arms and legs. 

Once again, they weren't wearing wires.

Nicola drove up to the security gate and 
pressed the buzzer. A gruff male voice 
responded.

"Yeah? Waddaya want?"

"It's Nicola Baron and her friend Bambi. We're 
here for a photo shoot? It's all clear with Mr. 
The Walrus."

There was a brief silence from the speaker. 
Then the voice growled, "Drive through to the 
guard post."

With a grind of gears the massive iron gates 
slid open. Nicola swallowed. They were going 
into the lair of a dangerous gangster. Who knew 
what horrors awaited them? Bravely, she drove 
on.

They headed up a long, winding driveway, set in 
the midst of sweeping green gardens. Everywhere 
Nicola looked there were bursts of colors, 
flowerbeds carefully laid and arranged in a 
variety of eye-catching patterns.

In short, it was beautiful.

They halted at the guard post, a squat gray 
building that looked out of place in these 
serene gardens. Nicola turned off the engine 
and her and Bambi stepped out of the car. A 
knot of nervousness gnawed at her stomach. She 
expected whoever they had spoken to on the 
intercom to appear, some knuckle-dragging 
gorilla who would subject them to 
interrogation.

The door to the hut opened and out stepped a 
tall, stunning young woman. She looked like a 
model, her pert breasts barely concealed inside 
a black bikini. Apart from a pair of matching 
black pumps, and a nametag that read 'Hi! My 
name is Amanda', the skimpy bathing suit was 
all the "security guard" wore.

"Hi girls!" Amanda greeted them cheerily. "You 
must be Knickers and Bambi. Mr. The Walrus told 
us to expect you."

Bambi and Nicola exchanged surprised glances. 
"No offence, but you don't really look like a 
security guard."

"None taken!" laughed Amanda. "I'm actually a 
bit of a jack of all trades. But I do need to 
do a security check. Mr. The Walrus believes in 
taking precautions. Please stand up straight 
and raise your arms in the air."

They complied. Amanda stepped up to Nicola and 
began to frisk her. She patting her lightly, 
starting with her legs, moving up to her 
thighs, and up her chest. Nicola tried hard to 
concentrate as the statuesque brunette 
basically groped her. 

Satisfied, Amanda moved on to the adorable fed. 
From the strange expression that crossed her 
cute face, Nicola guessed she, too, was getting 
a funny feeling from the unusual security 
protocols their mark employed.

After the body search, Amanda made a brief 
inspection of Bambi's camera bag and the bag of 
clothes Nicola had brought. Satisfied, she 
handed them back.

"Great," said Amanda, "you're both clear. I'll 
escort you up to the house."

With a tap-tap-tapping of her heels on the 
cobbled path, Amanda led up through a grove of 
palm trees. Nicola followed, mesmerized by the 
sight of Amanda's ass, barely covered by her 
thong, wiggling with every step.

They could hear the gay, high-pitched sound of 
women laughing. They emerged from the palms and 
were greeted with yet another extraordinary 
scene. Dozens of beautiful women were lounging 
around a swimming pool, sunbathing, splashing 
about in the water. They were all dressed as 
revealingly as Amanda, some of them more so in 
fact: more than a few were topless, tanning 
their bare breasts under the California sun.

Nicola and Bambi both stopped and gaped at the 
girls. Amanda looked at them with a bemused 
smile. Nicola couldn't believe it. It was like 
Mr. The Walrus was so rich, so powerful, he 
could afford to live his life like a teenage 
boy's sex fantasy, with his own harem.

"Are any of these women here against their 
will?" Bambi whispered. Amanda threw back her 
head and laughed.

"Of course not! You must've felt his pull, the 
sexual magnetism he exerts?"

"Mmm, yes," Nicola replied.

"Everyone here is for one reason and one reason 
alone: they want to fuck the boss." Amanda 
waggled her eyebrows suggestively. "I daresay 
you girls are here for a similar reason?"

Bambi blushed. "We're just here to do a photo 
shoot."

"Yeah, right." Amanda stretched out a long 
elegant arm, pointing out a luscious topless 
black girl sunning herself on a lounger. 
"That's Cathy. She used to be an interior 
designer, came out here to do some work on the 
mansion. But she quit her job just to live 
here." Nicola arched her eyebrows in surprise. 

"And that," said Amanda, indicating a haughty 
looking blonde woman rubbing lotion on her 
perky little boobs, "is Sarah, a meter maid who 
once tried to ticket Mr. The Walrus's BMW. Now 
she delights in letting him drink champagne out 
of her pussy."

"Wow," breathed Bambi. "And what's your story?"

Amanda threw them a naughty smirk. "Let's just 
say that a promising legal career is going to 
waste just because I can do things with my 
tongue that makes Mr. The Walrus bark like a 
dog."

Nicola stared breathlessly at the shameless 
buffet of tits and ass laid out before her. 
What a life! And would Mr. The Walrus shortly 
be adding a starlet and an FBI agent to his 
collection of bare-breasted beauties?

"Yknow," whispered Amanda, "the boss likes all 
us girls to be, um, 'friendly', so if you see 
anyone you fancy, just let me know and I can 
arrange a more intimate get together later."

As they walked past, Cathy reached out and 
pinched Bambi's ass. The busty Fed gave a 
squeak of surprise and hurried after Amanda, 
rubbing her bottom.

They walked around the house. It was a mammoth 
white building, a huge imposing monument to 
wealth that seemed to shimmer in the hot sun. 
The little path curved around through yet more 
tropical plants, and Amanda let them through a 
small grotto. A set of French windows opened 
into the mansion. Amanda strode through these, 
and Nicola and Bambi found themselves standing 
next to an indoor swimming pool. A giant 
skylight overhead flooded the room with bright 
light that made the water look like liquid 
gold.

Nicola was utterly stunned by the sight. Since 
arriving in LA, she'd seen many opulent 
displays of considerable wealth, but this 
Walrus guy beat all the producers and directors 
hands down. The starlet felt a familiar feeling 
rising inside her: Lust. She was drawn to power 
and sex, and just the smell of Mr. The Walrus's 
money was enough to turn her on.

"Mr. The Walrus thought this might be a good 
place for you to start the shoot. He'll be 
along soon," Amanda announced.

As if on cue the double doors at the far end of 
the chamber burst open and in strode the man 
himself. Nicola couldn't help herself, she let 
out a small squeak of delight at his 
appearance. This was the first time she'd ever 
seen him standing up, and it was certainly a 
sight to see. 

He was, to say the least, a little overweight. 
Nicola could see that, despite the Armani suit 
that he was wearing, he bulged all over. His 
massive stomach heaved with every footfall. His 
arms were huge and flabby. He legs were pillars 
of fat, pumping away as he walked around the 
pool. It was just as well he was tall as it 
lessened the overall effect of his obesity.

But despite his plump appearance, Nicola felt 
an instant sexual attraction to the man. She 
was practically drooling at the sight of him. 
She told herself that it was because he did 
have a handsome face, but she knew the truth: 
his personal fortune was more than enough to 
open her legs.

The gangster strode imperiously around the 
pool, beaming at his girls. "Knickers!" he 
cried, "how wonderful to see you again." Nicola 
dashed over to him, and he greeted her by 
throwing his arms around her, pulling the horny 
little starlet to his chest.

"Mmmm," she cooed with delight. "It's great to 
see you again!" She rubbed her succulent body 
against his, smiling with pleasure at the 
stirring in his loins. His meaty hands fell 
upon her ass, stroking her backside through the 
thin material of her shorts. Nicola was so 
horny she could've fucked him then and there.

Mr. The Walrus was so busy playing with his new 
toy he failed to notice Agent Bambi. Taking 
advantage of Nicola's slutty display (which she 
wasn't sure was an act or not), Bambi glanced 
around the room to note what security features 
he had in place.

Eventually, he reluctantly let go of Nicola. 
Amanda walked up to him and stroked his 
shoulder. Mr. The Walrus reached an arm around 
each of his girls affectionately drawing them 
both against his bloated body.

"There's plenty of me to go around," he 
rumbled. The girls giggled.

"Perhaps we could get started..." said Bambi. 
She began setting up her equipment (a few 
lights and a reflector board) in an arrangement 
she hoped made her look like a real 
photographer.

"I trust you approve of my humble home?" the 
gangster asked. "God, yeah," Nicola breathed, 
looking up toward the cascade of light falling 
from the ceiling. Mr. The Walrus took the 
opportunity to shamelessly leer down her shirt, 
enjoying the view of her bra-less boobs.

"Nicola," said Bambi, "I'd like to have you in 
that pink bikini of yours. Is there somewhere 
she can use to change her clothes?"

"Oh that's not necessary," Nicola cut her off. 
"I'm sure Mr. The Walrus doesn't mind if I get 
dressed out here, do you?"

A salacious grin crossed his face. "Not at all! 
Please, don't let me get in the way. I'm just a 
humble observer, honored to witness the magic 
of showbiz taking place before my eyes." He 
finished this little speech with a light pat on 
Nicola's ass. She blushed.

Nicola opened her bag and fished out her pink 
bikini. Holding it in her hands, it looked like 
little more than two wispy handkerchiefs.

The starlet cast Mr. The Walrus a shy smile and 
began to disrobe.

In her illustrious career, Nicola had stripped 
many times for directors and producers, both on 
camera or (more often than not) off. She liked 
to think she had gotten very good at the fine 
art of tease, and she was right: Nicola's 
little performances could raise the dead. 

But this time was different. This time the 
horny little model was stripping for justice, 
and she was determined to put on one hell of a 
show.

She began by kicking off her heels, revealing 
her elegant, naked little feet. 

Next came the shorts. Nicola took her time, 
slipping them down an inch at a time. She eased 
them over her exquisite ass, revealing a very 
skimpy pair of white g-string panties. The 
shorts slid down her long legs and fell 
unwanted and unnecessary at Nicola's ankles.

She grasped the bottom hem of her t-shirt, 
tugging it up to just beneath her boobs, baring 
her smooth, tanned stomach and cute little 
belly button.

Nicola cast a look over at her spectators. Mr. 
The Walrus's eyes were shining bright. Even 
Amanda was staring at her intently. She felt a 
rush of pride at how quickly she captured their 
attention. 

The whole room was quiet, everyone's attention 
fixed to Nicola's chest. Her hands clutched at 
her shirt, bunched just beneath her boobs, 
keeping her chesty treasures from their hungry 
gaze. 

Nicola gave a saucy smirk. The only sound was 
the rustle of material as Nicola slipped off 
her top, followed closely by a sigh of 
appreciation from her audience. 

"Nice rack," murmured Amanda, admiring her bare 
boobs.

"Thanks," Nicola replied.

She tossed the shirt aside. She was now 
completely nude except for the delicate piece 
of lace covering her pussy. That didn't stay on 
too long. Nicola slipped her thumbs under the 
waistband of her panties and tugged them off.

"Spectacular!" the stout gangster announced, 
clapping his hands. "I've seen you nude in your 
movies many time, but I must say you are even 
more enchanting to look at in the flesh."

Nicola slipped into a model's pose: hands on 
hips, chest thrust proudly out, and turned her 
body as if presenting her naked charms for 
their host. "I always do my best to please the 
fans," she replied.

Mr. The Walrus (and Amanda too) enjoyed the 
little T&A show Nicola put on for them as she 
put on her bikini. The starlet was now 
'dressed' (for want of a better word) and ready 
to go to work.

For the next forty minutes Bambi directed the 
busty beauty as she lounged around the indoor 
pool, shooting off several rolls. Nicola posed 
in every cheesecake position imaginable, eager 
to show off her fabulous body to the camera. 

Although Nicola had been a professional model 
since she was 16, it had only been within the 
past year the adorable little Aussie had 
developed a real exhibitionist streak. She'd 
posed for her first nude set back in her native 
Australia, and then within a few weeks jetted 
off to Hollywood to begin her new career as a 
starlet. Nicola knew what it took to reach 
stardom, and she was willing to do whatever it 
took to land that big part. Within those first 
couple of days, her agent arranged dozens of 
'interviews' with directors and producers. 
These interviews had involved Nicola baring her 
luscious body to them, before getting down and 
dirty and demonstrating her many other talents.

But Nicola didn't mind. She was good at what 
she did, and she had never had so much money 
before in her life. Most of all she was having 
a ball, strutting around Hollywood wearing ever 
more revealing outfits and sleeping with lots 
of lovely, wealthy men (and women!). 

And now here she was again, disporting her fine 
figure before the leering gangster, Tommy "The 
Walrus" Teducci. Bambi currently had Nicola 
standing in front of a potted palm, pushing her 
chest out toward the camera.

"Out more, out more, good," said Bambi, 
snapping off a shot. Photography, nothing to 
it! Unbeknownst to their host, Bambi's camera 
would occasionally stray away from Nicola, and 
take a picture of something The Walrus most 
definitely would not like photographed. She got 
some good shots of the large room that housed 
the indoor pool, and clear pictures of the 
locking mechanisms on the French windows. If 
the FBI had to storm the mansion, this would be 
a good place to enter quickly.

But Agent Bambi was really getting into 
character. She was enjoying herself, taking 
glamour photos of the Aussie starlet. There was 
a bit of a power rush, telling Nicola what do 
to and her obeying instantly. Right now, she 
was trying to get the perfect shot of Nicola 
thrusting her boobs out.

"Arch your back more," she instructed, "really 
push those babies out toward me."

Nicola shot a quick glance over at The Walrus. 
He'd plonked his vast bulk into a chair and 
spent all morning watching the girls. Amanda 
stood behind him, leaning forward to massage 
his broad shoulders. Nicola was amazed, he must 
be such a busy criminal overlord and yet he'd 
put all that work aside just to ogle her. 

Kinda sweet, really!

She shot him a smile. He leered back.

The only problem was Bambi. Not being a real 
photographer, she didn't really know how to 
pose her subjects very well, and demanded a 
little too much from them. Like this shot. 
Nicola pulled her shoulders back, but still 
Bambi wanted more.

Nicola's arched her back even further, pushing 
her impressive tits out. 

Her bikini top, not designed to take such 
punishment, snapped under pressure.

With a whip-like crack, the back strap broke, 
propelling the garment across the room like a 
catapult, where it landed on Bambi's face.

The Walrus burst into laughter, quickly joined 
by Amanda and Nicola herself. Giggling wildly, 
the Aussie model pointed down at her now-bare 
chest.

"That's never happened before!" she chortled.

"Perhaps we better take five," said Bambi. She 
handed the bikini top back to Nicola. Instead 
of putting it back on, she tossed it aside, 
preferring instead to remain topless.

Nicola fixed Mr. The Walrus with a sultry gaze 
and sauntered toward him, her delicious bare 
boobs bobbing with each step.

"I hope you don't mind me asking," she purred, 
"but I've been curious. Why do they call you 
The Walrus?"

He gave a broad grin. "Amanda, darling, would 
you like to show Knickers just why I'm known by 
that name?"

"Sure, boss," the perky brunette replied. She 
bent down low over his lap and undid his fly. 
Her elegant little hands disappeared inside his 
pants, and then re-emerged a moment later.

For a moment, it looked like she was hauling a 
pink fire hose out of his trousers.

Nicola gasped. Bambi almost dropped her camera.

Amanda kept yanking and yanking and yanking. 
Hand over hand she worked, heaving more and 
more of the beaming gangster out before their 
very eyes. Nicola's eyes were as big as 
saucers, as the biggest cock she'd ever seen 
was revealed before her.

He was huge! It was like an elephant's trunk 
hanging down from his crotch. And still Amanda 
fished more of the monster out into view. 

"Ysee, Knickers, I'm kinda hung like a walrus."

"So I see," Nicola breathed. The sight of his 
giant penis enchanted her, pulsing gently as 
Amanda stroked it. The starlet felt herself 
irresistibly drawn toward it.

Nicola knelt down before Mr. The Walrus. "May 
I?" she asked.

"Help yourself," he rumbled.

Bambi's jaw dropped as the doe-eyed Aussie 
starlet knelt between the gangster's massive 
thighs. In all her years as a federal agent, 
she'd never seen anything quite like this.

Nicola's hands grasped Mr. The Walrus's mighty 
cock firmly. It responded to her cool touch, 
stiffening. The helmet shone bright, slick with 
pre-cum. Her eyes shining with desire, Nicola 
poked out her tongue and tentatively gave the 
head a lick.

The gangster's obese body quivered with 
anticipation. Nicola smiled, enjoying the sense 
of power the small young woman had over the 
huge crime lord. Once again, her tongue flicked 
out and slithered across the sensitive tip of 
his dick. Nicola's nose drank in the salty, 
musky scent of his desire.

Mr. The Walrus let out a satisfied sigh and 
leaned back in his chair, making himself 
comfortable for the treat he was about to 
receive.

Nicola closed her eyes and opened her watering 
mouth as wide as she could. With both hands she 
guided the monstrous appendage into her maw.

Slowly, inch-by-inch, Nicola fed his penis down 
her throat, endeavoring to cram as much of it 
as possible into her mouth. As a champion BJ-
princess, she took the engorged member as a 
personal challenge, and Nicola was determined 
to give Mr. The Walrus an afternoon he would 
not forget.

Nicola's head began to bob up and down, sliding 
his cock in and out of her mouth. Quickly she 
built up a strong pace, her chestnut-colored 
hair flying in all directions. Saliva flowed 
like water from her lips, covering his dick in 
a sticky coating of Nicola's drool and Mr. The 
Walrus's love-slime.

It was all Bambi could do but stand and stare. 
She had to admit there was something... 
captivating about the spectacle Nicola was 
making of herself. Watching the gorgeous 
starlet enthusiastically suck the gangster's 
cock gave the busty Fed a strange feeling of 
excitement. 

It may not be good police work, but she liked 
it.

Nicola was making eager slurping noises as her 
deep-throating came to a head. The Walrus flung 
his head back and made loud groaning noises. 
His enormous hips were bucking as if he was 
fucking Nicola's face even as she sucked him 
off.

The cacophony of slurping, moaning and bucking 
reached a crescendo. The Walrus shuddered, his 
body writhing. With a groan he came, emptying 
his balls into Nicola's mouth.

For a moment, the starlet's eyes bulged in 
surprise, and Bambi wondered if she'd bitten 
off more than she could chew. Nicola swallowed 
several times, gallons of sticky white goop 
squirting out of her mouth. Some of the stuff 
even ran out of her nose. Globs rolled down her 
chin and dripped onto her bare boobs.

With a gasp, Nicola removed her lips from the 
now-limp dick. Thick strands of cum and spit 
formed an icky web that still connected her 
face to Mr. The Walrus's impressive pussy-
plunger. She wiped ineffectually at the mess 
but only succeeded in getting it all over her 
delicate hands.

Seeing the predicament she was in, The Walrus 
gallantly lent Nicola a hand.

"Amanda," he commanded, "please get Knickers 
something to clean herself off with."

The tasty brunette, who throughout Nicola's 
performance had stood behind her boss gently 
rubbing his back, looked around. With nothing 
else at hand, she shrugged and untied her 
bikini bottoms.

Nicola accepted the impromptu napkin with a 
grateful smile, and did her best to clean Mr. 
The Walrus's copious spunk off her bare body.

The doors at the far end of the room opened and 
Rondo Hatton appeared. The little weasel eyed 
up the proceedings with a disdainful look but 
said nothing.

"Boss? The boys are here to go over... yknow, 
tomorrow... Valdez..."

"Ah yes," sighed The Walrus, as Amanda finished 
up the job of feeding his monster dick back 
into his pants and zipped them back up. 
"Tomorrow."

Bambi's attention was instantly peaked. She was 
racking her brain to think of a subtle way of 
finding out when Nicola blurted out:

"What's happening tomorrow?"

Rondo gave her a suspicious look but his boss 
didn't seem to mind. "Mr. Valdez is a... 
business contact from Colombia. We only get to 
meet once a year so we make a day of it. We 
take my yacht, 'The Topless Bimbo' out into 
international waters for a day of dealing 
and... fun." He gave a wide grin and Amanda 
stifled a giggle. 

Of course! thought Bambi. The FBI had known 
about the link between The Walrus's operation 
and Valdez but they'd never been able to get 
near them when they were together. If only 
there were some way her and Nicola could get 
aboard that yacht...

"Sounds like a great way to spend the day," 
purred Nicola.

"Perhaps you and Bambi would like to join us?" 
asked The Walrus. "It's a personal rule of mine 
that 'The Topless Bimbo' has an all-female 
crew, and I'm sure Valdez would enjoy meeting 
you, Knickers."

"Great!" enthused Nicola. "I'd love to help out 
with the entertainment on your little floating 
party."

"Good to have you aboard!" bellowed The Walrus. 
He stood up, brushing down his lap. "Amanda 
here will supply you with all the details. I'll 
be seeming more of you lovely ladies tomorrow."

**********

Special Agent Bambi Thumper was pretty pleased 
with herself. Back at the West Hollywood FBI 
field headquarters she had just finished 
briefing her superior, Deputy Director 
Franklin, on the coup she'd just managed to 
pull off. Nicola was there too, a little 
overwhelmed by her surroundings.

"We can bust his operation wide open," Bambi 
beamed. "Once we're on that boat, Nicola and I 
will be able to spy on his transaction with 
Valdez. We'll get all the details, names, 
places, dates, the lot."

"Uh-huh," Franklin replied. He was examining 
the surveillance photos Bambi had taken inside 
The Walrus's mansion. 

Or more accurately, he was drooling over the 
semi-naked photos of Nicola.

That was not exactly the reaction Agent Bambi 
had hoped for. "Isn't that great, sir?"

Franklin glanced up, his eyes darting back and 
forth between Bambi and Nicola before settling 
on Nicola's impressive cleavage. "Fantastic..." 
he breathed. He picked up one of the pictures- 
the one that had captured the precise moment 
Nicola had lost her top, and the priceless 
expression of surprise on her pretty face. 
"Would you mind signing this?"

"Sure!" Nicola replied perkily. She scribbled 
her signature and a string of kisses across her 
own boobs and handed the photo back with a 
smile.

"So we're a go for tomorrow then?" Bambi asked, 
excited. She smelt a big bust, and she didn't 
mean the hooters swinging off her chest.

"Sure, sure, whatever," replied Director 
Franklin with a wave of his hand. "It's a go."

"Don't worry, sir," said Nicola. "I'm ready, 
willing and able to do whatever it takes to 
please the FBI."

Franklin broke into a broad grin, imagining the 
lengths the lusty babe was willing to go to 
'satisfy' the requirements of her adoptive 
country.

"We'll see about that tomorrow!" he replied.

**********

The next morning, Bambi and Nicola arrived at 
the marina. Amanda's instructions had been 
quite explicit about when and where they had to 
be. The question of clothes, however, was not.

"It doesn't matter," she'd told them, "you'll 
be given something to wear aboard 'The Bimbo'".

That 'something' had sounded a bit ominous to 
Bambi, and she was a bit anxious that she'd end 
up in an outfit that would make the slutty 
little ensemble she'd worn in 'Hooters R Us' 
look like her Sunday best. But Nicola was 
excited, she loved to dress up and couldn't 
wait to see what Mr. The Walrus's imagination 
had dreamt up for her to parade her luscious 
body in.

Because of this, the wires the girls would wear 
had to be a little bit different. As they'd 
almost certainly be taking their clothes off, 
their bugs would have to be hidden in jewelry. 
Each of the gorgeous babes sported a gold 
necklace around her neck, with a heart shaped 
locket snuggled between their boobs, containing 
a microphone/video camera.

Thus equipped, the girls made their way down to 
"The Topless Bimbo"'s slip at the Marina Del 
Rey. 

It was not hard to find, not with a name like 
that. "The Topless Bimbo" was a huge luxury 
yacht, bigger than anything else in the marina. 
Nicola stared at it open mouthed, again feeling 
the familiar feeling of lust rising in her 
loins. It was brazen displays of opulence such 
as this that were guaranteed to make her horny.

"Morning girls!" called a familiar voice behind 
them. Nicola and Bambi turned. Next to "The 
Bimbo"'s berth was a small white pavilion. 
Amanda stood in the doorway waving to them. 
"Come on in and we'll get you kitted out."

The perky brunette led them through to a 
changing room. There were several other girls, 
laughing and giggling, getting dressed in the 
uniforms worn by the gallant crew of the good 
ship "Topless Bimbo". T-shirts were being 
shucked off, shorts were dropping to the floor, 
and plenty of tasty female flesh was being 
bared.

"Bambi, you'll be joining the crew for this 
cruise. Nothing too onerous, just circulate 
through the guests, serving drinks. And 
remember to be very... friendly to the boss's 
guests, if you know what I mean." Amanda winked 
at the busty Fed, eliciting a storm of 
snickering from Bambi's crewmates.

"I think I get the idea," Bambi replied. Amanda 
picked out a set of clothes from a shelf and 
handed them to Bambi. "Get your gear off and 
report on 'The Bimbo' with the others in five 
minutes."

"Aye, aye," Bambi replied.

"As for you, Knickers, Mr. The Walrus has 
something special in mind for you. Please take 
off your clothes for now, you be 'getting 
dressed' later on, aboard 'The Bimbo'."

"You mean you want me naked?" Nicola asked.

"Sure," Amanda replied. "You don't have a 
problem with that do you?"

"Oh, no," Nicola replied. She pulled her t-
shirt up over her head, baring her tits to her 
shipmates.

Agent Bambi was a little less eager to strip 
nude in front of the others. Butterflies 
fluttered in her stomach. But she badly wanted 
to take The Walrus down, and to do that she 
needed to be aboard "The Topless Bimbo" when he 
was cutting a deal with Valdez.

And this was the only way Bambi could get 
aboard.

She sighed, and took a closer look at the 
costume Amanda had handed her. It was more or 
less a sailor suit, with 'less' being the 
operative word.

The outfit consisted of a short, white pleated 
skirt that came down several inches above her 
knees, revealing her smooth thighs. Around her 
neck Bambi wore a blue and white kerchief, 
which she carefully arranged so that it didn't 
cover the locket/camera. The costume was 
finished nicely with a little sailor's cap 
Bambi perched on her head, and a pair of white 
pumps on her feet.

It didn't surprise Bambi one bit that the whole 
crew was topless. Everyone else wore the same 
outfit, and none of them seemed to mind that 
their breasts were bare. Amanda wore a slightly 
different costume: a pair of crisp, starched 
white shorts and a captain's cap. She too bared 
her boobs for all to see.

Blushing a little, Bambi looked around for 
Nicola. The Aussie starlet had stripped nude as 
requested and was sitting on a stool enjoying 
the free show. She was completely naked, and 
Bambi's gaze roamed over Nicola's body, 
drinking in every detail of her tanned, 
flawless body. Well, completely naked except 
for the locket she wore around her neck, 
sitting snugly between her large, bare boobs.

The locket that was actually a camera. A camera 
that, right now, was transmitting images of the 
topless Bambi to her FBI comrades. She turned 
bright scarlet and raised her arm to cover her 
hooters.

Bambi caught herself just in time. It might 
draw suspicion: she was, after all, supposed to 
be another giggling slut who loved taking her 
clothes off. So, trying hard not to imagine 
Agent Johnson drooling over her tits, Agent 
Bambi held her head up high and thought about 
the kudos she'd receive when she personally 
arrested The Walrus.

"Right girls," said Amanda, her authoritative 
voice ringing through the changing room, "time 
to go to work. Remember, the boss is counting 
on each and every one of you to make this 
another memorable treat for his business 
associates, especially Mr. Valdez."

"Aye, aye, captain," cried the sailorettes 
together. Then, in perfect unison, the girls of 
"The Topless Bimbo" threw their chief a salute, 
which set every right boob in the room 
quivering.

Bambi had to admit, it was quite a sight to 
behold.

They filed out of the pavilion, emerging into 
the bright California sunshine. Bambi felt a 
brief rush of panic at being topless outdoors 
where anyone could see her. But no-one else 
seemed to care, least of all the butt-naked 
Nicola who trotted along beside Bambi wearing a 
smile and little else.

Agent Bambi realized what a great choice she'd 
made in choosing Nicola for this undercover 
operation. The starlet was completely wanton, 
she had no problem whatsoever with what was 
required of her. And her approach really 
worked, every step of the way it had been 
Nicola that had brought them success. All by 
acting like a total slut.

But was it an act? Bambi couldn't help but 
wonder if Nicola really was the bimbo fuck-
bunny she appeared to be. Despite the danger of 
infiltrating a gang, and all the degrading 
acts, Nicola was definitely enjoying herself.

Maybe Bambi should take her lead? Maybe she 
should relax and enjoy herself too?

With their heels clacking against the 
gangplank, the girls boarded "The Topless 
Bimbo". Captain Amanda issued a string of 
orders and the topless crew jumped to comply. 
They made quite a winsome sight, hurrying 
around the deck, their bare boobs bouncing 
deliciously in their haste to obey.

Despite looking like a bunch of half-naked 
bimbos, they were actually competent sailors 
and knew what they were doing. For now, Bambi 
and Nicola remained in the saloon out of 
everybody's way while Amanda prepped the yacht 
for the arrival of The Walrus and his guests. 
Nicola took the opportunity to stretch out her 
nude body on a couch and relax, while Bambi 
paced back and forth, wringing her hands.

Eventually, Amanda came down from the bridge to 
get them sorted out. "Nicola, you'll be making 
a grand entrance later on. You can go down into 
one of the cabins in the meantime. Bambi, the 
boss will be here in a few moments. I'd like 
you on deck to greet him and the guests."

The girls exchanged glances, a little nervous 
at being separated. In fact, each was worried 
for the other. Bambi knew she was a trained 
agent, but Nicola just was an amateur. What if 
she got herself in hot water?

For her part, the Aussie starlet was worried 
that because Bambi wasn't enjoying herself, she 
would be spotted as an undercover operative.

But as there was nothing they could do about 
it, the girls went their separate ways. Nicola 
disappeared down below while Bambi went up on 
deck.

**********

The busty Fed licked her lips, tasting the 
salty tang of the sea in the cool breeze that 
washed over her, caressing her face and bare 
boobs, causing her thick, dark nipples to 
spring to attention.

She was standing alongside two other 
sailorettes, a topless guard of honor, waiting 
for the master of "The Topless Bimbo" to 
arrive. She stood rigidly to attention, chest 
thrust forward, bearing a tray of drinks.

Down on the wharf, a big limo pulled up. Out 
stepped The Walrus himself, Tommy Teducci, 
closely followed by his weasel-faced 
lieutenant, Rondo Hatton. Two other cars 
arrived, and a small army of bodyguards piled 
out. Bambi sucked in her breath at the rogue's 
gallery assembling down there, recognizing each 
ugly face from the FBI files on The Walrus and 
his gang.

The Walrus was clearly in a good mood. He 
warmly greeted his henchmen with much smiling, 
laughing and backslapping. 

Then another car pulled up. Another bunch of 
hoods emerged, and it was clear that they were 
a separate gang. Colombians. They could only 
mean...

From the car stepped a frail latino man, 
leaning heavily on a silver-topped cane. It was 
Valdez!

Valdez and The Walrus embraced, like a couple 
of old friends. Bambi could catch snatches of 
their conversation.

"...how much fun you had last time..." The 
Walrus bellowed. 

The party made its way up the gangplank. 
Waiting there to greet them was Captain Amanda.

"Permission to come aboard?" asked The Walrus, 
leering at the captain's tits.

"Permission granted, sir!" replied Amanda, 
throwing him such a forceful salute her boobs 
jiggled.

Valdez's eyes were shining bright as he 
surveyed the bevy of bare-breasted beauties who 
crewed "The Topless Bimbo", and were here to 
fulfill his every fantasy. He reached out a 
withered hand toward the captain. Amanda 
remained frozen in her salute as Valdez gently 
stroked her left tit, running his palm across 
her creamy-smooth bosom and lightly tugging on 
her erect nipple.

"Of course you remember our darling captain..." 
said The Walrus.

"How could I forget!" leered the elderly 
Colombian, still squeezing Amanda's boob. The 
assembled hoods laughed, and Amanda herself 
momentarily broke her stiff bearing to giggle.

"Of course, there are some new 'faces' on board 
as well," said bloated crime lord. Valdez 
turned his dark, beady eyes on the three 
sailorettes waiting to serve him. Agent Bambi 
quivered slightly as his hungry gaze fell upon 
her chest.

"All willing to serve, I trust?" he asked.

"Willing..." said the girl on Bambi's left.

"...and able," added the girl on Bambi's right. 
This elicited more laughs from the mobsters. 
Bambi glanced downward and noticed that each of 
them sported a noticeable bulge in the crotch 
of their Armani suits.

"And what do we have here?" said Valdez, eyeing 
her up.

"Bambi, sir," Bambi replied, fluttering her 
eyelids. "If there's anything I can do for 
you..." she added in a husky voice. Valdez 
licked his lips, then reached around and patted 
Bambi's delicious rump. The half-naked Fed gave 
a squeak of surprise, nearly dropping her tray 
of drinks.

Chuckling, The Walrus relieved her of a 
cocktail, handing one to his Colombian contact. 
"To business!" he cried, holding the glass 
aloft.

"To 'The Topless Bimbo'!" added Valdez, meeting 
the toast, "and all who sail 'on' her!"

The gangsters boarded the ship, followed by 
their entourage of bodyguards and henchmen. 
Bambi greeted them with a friendly smile, and 
they greeted her by helping themselves to her 
chesty charms. By the time "The Bimbo" was 
ready to depart, the gorgeous redhead had been 
well and truly groped by the very men she was 
supposed to arrest.

While the other sailorettes were laughing and 
joking as the passengers brazenly fondled them, 
Bambi was blushing a bright shade of red that 
ran down her face, across her bare boobs, and 
down to her bellybutton peeking out over the 
top of her skirt. 

She was a little worried that her embarrassment 
would blow her cover, but the cabal of crooks 
was more endeared to her because of her 
predicament. Of course, that meant that Bambi 
received more attention than the other girls, 
which made her blush all the more.

Amanda went on up to the bridge, and with a 
roar of engines, "The Topless Bimbo" was 
underway for an afternoon of debauchery and 
criminal activity on the high seas.

As Bambi busied herself serving drinks, she 
guessed that before this cruise was over, 
having her tits felt up would be the least of 
things she would do just to bust The Walrus.

**********

Nicola was getting bored. Sitting alone in the 
cabin, naked, she had nothing to do. She found 
a copy of Hustler stashed in a bureau, and 
enjoyed a good 'read'. 

"The Bimbo" was underway by now, and out the 
porthole Nicola could see the California coast 
recede into the distance and the vast blue of 
the Pacific increase to fill the horizon. 

The gorgeous starlet was restless. She could 
hear the laughter of the party drifting down 
from above and she wished she was up there too, 
sunning herself on the deck, and enjoying the 
erotic attentions of Mr. The Walrus and his 
associates. An orgy at sea was taking place and 
she was missing out!

I guess I'll just have to wait for whatever 
special event he has in mind for me, thought 
Nicola.

She decided she wasn't going to hang around 
here, though. She was, after all, an undercover 
starlet! That meant it was time to do some 
snooping.

Of course, she was still bare-ass naked, but 
that hardly mattered to the stunning ex-model. 
She'd been naked in public many times before, 
and this wouldn't be the last.

Nicola opened the door and peeked out into the 
corridor. It was empty, the only sounds being 
the gentle creak of the yacht, the throb of the 
engines, and the noise of the party. Nicola 
slipped out.

She crept along the corridor. What was she 
looking for? Evidence! The camera around her 
neck (the only thing she was wearing) continued 
to send pictures of everything she saw. When 
she paused to admire the reflection of her 
gorgeous, naked figure in a large mirror, she 
doubtless gave their FBI back-up team a cheap 
thrill.

The corridor came to abrupt end at a large iron 
door. This looks promising, thought Nicola. She 
placed her ear against the hatch and listened.

Nothing.

She turned the handle and opened the door, 
hurrying inside.

It was then she realized she'd made a mistake.

Inside was nothing more than a dingy storeroom. 
Seated around a large crate was a quartet of 
hoods, engaged in a game of cards. They looked 
up from their game and frowned at the nude 
intruder.

"Who are you?" demanded one in a gruff voice.

"Ummm... hi," replied Nicola, desperately 
trying to think of a way out of this. "Mr. The 
Walrus sent me down here. He thought you guys 
might be... bored."

The four scowls were replaced with broad grins. 
"The boss is one generous man!" one cried.

Well, she was in it now, thought Nicola. She 
took a few steps toward the crooks, who were 
staring at her naked body.

"Tell you what, boys," suggested one of the 
thugs, "let's pop our little plaything here in 
the pot. Next hand wins get something extra."

The four cackled, and there was nothing else 
for it but Nicola to plonk her bare bottom in 
the center of the makeshift table as the hoods 
played poker to win her charms. Nicola kept her 
legs open just a little, giving the criminals a 
tempting peek at the warm, moist treasure they 
were all salivating over.

Play proceeded briskly, accompanied by a great 
deal of cheering and yelling. Nicola took the 
opportunity to carry on snooping.

"So, what's in these crates?" she asked, 
wiggling her backside.

"Drugs," replied one of the mobsters without 
thinking.

"Shaddup!" barked the black-bearded leader. 
Big-mouth shrugged.

"She's Australian, and she's bare-ass nekkid. 
She ain't no Fed."

"If she is," chortled a wart-faced henchman, 
"she can bust me any time she wants!" He ran a 
pale hand over Nicola's bare thigh, and she 
managed a winsome smile in return.

Black-beard won the hand. He gave a roar of 
victory while the others grizzled at their 
loss. He unzipped his fly and began to haul out 
his cock.

"Now my lovely," he grinned, "time for you to 
collect your winnings!"

The things I do for America, thought Nicola. 
With a shrug of her shoulders, she opened her 
mouth and knelt between black-beard's legs...

**********

The party was in full swing. The Walrus and 
Valdez were in the hot-tub, each with a couple 
of lovely young ladies to keep them company. 

The two gangsters were in their bathing suits. 
The girls were not. 

Everyone had a drink in their hands and was 
enjoying themselves. The heat of the bubbling 
water was turning the sailorettes' boobs a 
delicious shade of pink.

Bambi was sticking close to The Walrus. She 
still carried a tray of drinks and circulated 
through the assembled mobsters, but always made 
sure she wasn't out of earshot of The Walrus 
and Valdez.

All the attention was beginning to get to the 
busty redhead. She was waltzing around the boat 
with her bare tits hanging over the silver-
serving tray. Every time someone took a drink 
from her, a hand would dart out and tickle a 
boob or playfully pinch a nipple. If she had to 
serve someone sitting down, as she bent over to 
offer them a refreshment, her short skirt would 
ride up, offering her ass as a tempting target 
for a slap.

But, truth be told, Bambi was beginning to 
enjoy it. She couldn't stop smiling. She was 
tingling all over, and she'd never been more 
aware of her own body before in her life. Every 
time a grinning gangster groped her, Bambi felt 
a thrill of excitement.

Maybe I've missed my true calling, she mused. 
As a topless waitress.

The two criminal overlords cackled away, 
reminiscing over old times while fondling the 
naked beauties perched either side of them. 
They certainly made an odd pair, The Walrus 
with his obscene, fat, pale bulk, and the 
withered, tiny and walnut-brown Valdez.

"Ah, Senor Walrus," Valdez drawled, "I always 
look forward to our meetings. You have such a 
flair for catering." His right hand disappeared 
under the water, and from the moans of delight 
coming from one of the sailorettes, it was 
obvious he was fingering her pussy.

"Such beautiful senorettas..." he continued, 
still groping his playmates. The Walrus 
laughed.

"Valdez, old friend, you ain't seen nothing 
yet! There's someone here very special I want 
you meet, someone who's just dying to meet 
you."

Valdez raised an eyebrow. Just then Amanda 
appeared, sauntering over to the Jacuzzi. She 
leaned over, her bare boobs hanging temptingly.

"I trust you gentlemen are enjoying the cruise. 
We're now in international waters."

Bambi's ears pricked up. Whatever they were 
planning to do, they were going to do it now.

"Business can wait," rumbled The Walrus. "Right 
now, I want Mr. Valdez to get better acquainted 
with my new friend. Amanda, why don't you go 
and get her ready for her grand entrance..."

"Right away, boss!" she replied. "Bambi, come 
with me. We've got a little job to do..." 

Amanda took the topless redhead by the arm and 
escorted her out of the cabin. Throwing a 
glance over her shoulder at the mobsters as she 
departed, Bambi spied them settling in to watch 
a movie on the big-screen TV.

"'Bikini Stewardesses 2'?" read a puzzled 
Valdez.

**********

Amanda and Bambi entered the cabin Nicola was 
waiting in, and found her sprawled naked on the 
bed with the copy of Hustler.

"What have you been up to?" Bambi asked.

"Just popped out for something to eat," Nicola 
replied.

"Time for you to get dressed," said Amanda. 
"Mr. The Walrus wants to make a big show of 
introducing you to Mr. Valdez."

"About time!" exclaimed the exasperated 
starlet. "What have you got for me to wear?"

"This." Amanda held out two cans of whipped 
cream. Nicola arched her eyebrows.

"Whipped cream?"

Amanda nodded and handed one can to Bambi. "The 
idea is to make Knickers a nice bikini made out 
of whipped cream."

The actress and the Fed exchanged surprised 
glances. "Well, this is a new one on me," 
shrugged Nicola.

'On me' was indeed the right phrase, as Bambi 
and Amanda began to squirt the cream onto her 
bare body. Nicola gave a short squeak of shock 
as the cold, slippery dessert topping sprayed 
across her skin, but quickly came to enjoy the 
tingling sensation that accompanied the 
application.

Amanda went to work on Nicola's boobs, creating 
her 'bikini top', while Bambi set about 
sculpting a whipped-cream g-string. Nicola 
gasped as the ice-cold goop sprayed across the 
most sensitive parts of her delicious figure.

Once finished, Nicola admired herself in a 
full-length mirror. The effect was eye-catching 
to say the least. At first glance, the busty 
Aussie beauty looked modestly dressed in a 
fluffy white two-piece bathing suit. However, 
upon closer inspection, her bikini was nothing 
more than a generous helping of scrumptious 
whipped cream.

Nicola beamed in delight. She always loved 
dressing up in sexy outfits and parading 
herself. She'd been a little jealous of the 
gorgeous little costumes the sailorettes got to 
wear, but this was even better!

"I look sooooo fuckable!" she enthused.

Amanda reached out a finger and scooped off a 
dollop of cream from just above Nicola's right 
nipple. "Mmmm," she moaned licking it off, 
"yummy."

"Hey," quipped Nicola, "quit eating my 
swimsuit."

**********

Mr. Valdez was laughing by the time the movie 
had finished. 

"'Bikini Stewardesses 2'!" he chortled, "such a 
funny movie! To think they saved their ailing 
business just by taking their clothes off. What 
a marvelous and original idea."

"And what about those girls, eh?" The Walrus 
asked with a nudge and wink.

"Ahhh!" sighed Valdez. "So gorgeous in those 
sexy little stewardess outfits. So eager to 
please."

"What about the Australian girl, the one who 
played Kelly?"

"She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful, 
sexy little conchita I have ever seen," replied 
Valdez. "Such a stunning figure! And so willing 
to show herself off, eh?"

A sly look crossed The Walrus's face. "What if 
I were to tell you, my friend, that that girl 
was onboard 'The Bimbo' right now, and just 
dying to meet you."

Valdez stared at him. "Senor Walrus, mi amigo, 
can this be true?"

The Walrus threw back his head and let out a 
booming laughing. "Now, Amanda!" he cried 
gleefully.

The topless brunette sauntered into the cabin, 
a naughty smirk dancing on her lips.

"And now," she announced, "gentlemen, for your 
viewing enjoyment, 'The Topless Bimbo' proudly 
presents, all the way from Melbourne Australia, 
the star of 'Bikini Stewardesses 2', Miss 
Nicola 'Knickers' Baron!"

The sailorettes and assembled hoods burst into 
applause as Nicola made her grand entrance. 
Arms stretched wide, her fantastic chest puffed 
out, she paraded herself around the cabin, 
making sure everyone got a good look at her 
near-naked body. 

Nicola adored the attention, basking in the 
lustful stares her unabashed display earned 
her. It was such a shame that all these people 
would shortly be in prison, but at least 
Nicola's lewd show would keep them going.

She did a circuit of the room, shaking her tits 
and wiggling her ass. Finally she strolled over 
to Mr. Valdez, luxuriating in the hot-tub. His 
dark eyes stared up at her, enchanted. 

"Well, hello handsome," Nicola purred. "You 
must be the guest of honor."

"Ooooh," Valdez murmured. "Senorita Knickers. 
Such an interesting choice in swimwear."

"You like it? It is very fetching," said 
Nicola. "It also doubles as a handy snack." She 
dipped her finger into her 'bikini bottoms' and 
then reached out to offer it to the Colombian 
gangster. His withered old lips closed around 
Nicola's elegant finger, slurping down the 
whipped cream and enjoying a brief suck on that 
part of the tasty starlet's anatomy.

Realizing he was hungry for more, Nicola placed 
her arms on the edge of the Jacuzzi and leaned 
forward, offering her cream-covered boobs to 
Valdez. 

Grinning, he thrust his face between her 
breasts and began to suckle. Nicola let out a 
sigh of pleasure as the withered old Colombian 
nuzzled greedily on her nipples, tongue lapping 
at her tits, smearing the thick cream all over 
his own face and her chest.

As she watched the wanton scene, Bambi noted 
that the very camera that would bring about 
Valdez's downfall was right now bouncing off 
his cheek.

Finally, Valdez had sated his hunger for bimbo-
in-cream, and his brown little head emerged 
from between Nicola's breasts. Most of her 
"bikini top" had disappeared inside the crime 
lord, or been spread across her chest, and 
Nicola's nipples, pink and bloated with desire, 
peaked out from the remaining blobs of cream.

"Is there anything else I can do you?" she 
asked in her husky, Australian accent. "And I 
do mean anything."

"I think you should put on a little show for 
us," rumbled The Walrus.

"A show!" squealed Nicola. "Sounds great! What 
exactly would you like me to do?"

"Perhaps you and one of these gorgeous 
sailorettes could perform a demonstration of 
the Sapphic arts?" suggested Valdez.

Nicola cast an eye over the assembled, half-
naked girls, dressed in their adorable little 
costumes. They smiled, waved, and winked at the 
sticky starlet. 

All except one.

Agent Bambi tried to shrink back into the 
shadows. OK, so she'd been able to spend most 
of the day striding around the boat with her 
massive tits exposed. She'd even laughed gaily 
whenever one of these gangsters pinched her 
ass. But fuck Nicola for their entertainment?

The Walrus and Valdez caught her worried look 
and exchanged an evil glance. 

"Bambi," commanded the obese mobster. "You and 
Knickers are good friends. We'd all enjoy 
watching you show just how close the two of you 
really are."

Everyone in the room was staring at the busty 
Fed. She swallowed, trying to use her serving 
tray to cover her bare, blushing boobs. "S-sure 
thing," Bambi stammered.

Reluctance written all over her, she took a 
step towards her fellow undercover agent. 
Nicola smirked, gesturing with a crooked finger 
for her to come closer.

Bambi approached her partner. Nicola reached 
out, wrapped her arms around Bambi's slender 
waist and puller her closer. Slowly, Bambi 
brought her lips closer to Nicola's, the tall 
model bending down slightly. A buzz of 
excitement ran through the on-lookers. 

Gently, they kissed. Nicola could feel Bambi 
quivering in her arms, her hefty boobs brushing 
against Nicola's considerable pair. 

"What do I do?" Bambi whispering in Nicola's 
ear.

"Just follow my lead," Nicola replied. "Relax 
and enjoy this."

Bambi was acutely aware of how public her first 
lesbian tryst was about to be. The sailorettes. 
The gangsters. Valdez, the ancient old 
Colombian. And the man Bambi had sworn to 
arrest, The Walrus himself, leering at the 
couple in delight.

Bambi closed her eyes, tried to block them out. 
She concentrated instead of the feeling of 
Nicola's hands on her bare skin, the 
intoxicating sensation of having the Aussie 
starlet press her naked body against her own, 
rubbing the remaining cream all over each 
other.

"Oh, yes," she murmured.

With a smile, Nicola went to work on the shy 
Fed. Since her friend Jennifer had initiated 
her into the pleasures of girl-on-girl sex, 
Nicola had herself in turn worked her Sapphic 
talents on other young women. 

Passionately, they kissed, Nicola's tongue 
exploring the moist, wet interior of Bambi's. 
She moaned in delight. Nicola's hands skimmed 
up her waist, delicate fingers brushing across 
Bambi's sensitive nipples.

More moaning from the neophyte dyke.

The ardor of their necking began to pick up. 
The couple were making out so vigorously they 
were practically fucking each other with their 
mouths. Nicola broke the kiss, gulped in a few 
mouthfuls of air, and then began to suck on 
Bambi's nipples.

Bambi threw back her head and let out a stream 
of high-pitched squeals. This surprised Nicola 
for a moment, she never picked the redhead for 
a screamer.

The crowd surged forward, not wanting to miss a 
single moment of this display of naked lesbian 
lust. A strange silence had fallen over the 
hoods and their molls, as if the power of 
Nicola and Bambi's desire had somehow enchanted 
them.

Tenderly, Nicola lowered her lover to the cabin 
floor, laying her down on her back. Bambi 
whimpered. The gentle rocking of the sea added 
an extra erotic dimension to their lovemaking, 
as if a third invisible participant was 
cradling the couple.

Nicola continued to use her tongue to bring the 
special agent to new heights of ecstasy. No 
part of Bambi's body was off-limit to Nicola's 
roving mouth. She began with a fresh assault on 
her puckered nipples, but moved on, down her 
quivering, well-toned stomach, before sliding 
through the undergrowth of her muff and into 
the warmest part of her flesh.

Bambi's cries picked up again, as Nicola's 
tongue beavered away at her honey-flavored 
pussy. Bambi's juices ran like a river, mixing 
with the cream, dripping down her thighs and 
leaving a wet sheen on Nicola's cute little 
nose.

In and out Nicola's tongue lapped at Bambi's 
cunt. The bucked her hips, fucking Nicola's 
face. Her yells reached fever pitch, screaming 
out (not caring who heard her) for Nicola to 
make her her bitch-slut.

The sound of applause broke the spell. Nicola 
stood up, helping the shaky Bambi to her feet.

The Walrus hauled his massive bulk out of the 
hot-tub, accompanied by his diminutive 
Colombian business associate. 

"A stunning display, my dears," The Walrus 
drooled. "Very arousing."

"Senorita Knickers," said Valdez formally, 
"would you do me the honor of accompanying me 
to my cabin and letting me fuck you silly?"

"Sure!" Nicola replied.

The Walrus seized Bambi, lifting her into his 
arms. "Every sailorette aboard this vessel must 
undergo an initiation rite," he rumbled. "It's 
time, my dear, to assess your seaworthiness."

Without a murmur of protest, the two undercover 
agents were led below decks to the staterooms, 
and soon "The Topless Bimbo" was echoing to the 
sound of frenzied fucking, as the orgy-at-sea 
reached its climax.

Bambi was being pounded by that enormous 
appendage she had witnessed yesterday. She 
whimpered, moaned and squealed in delight as 
his gigantic cock sawed in and out of her 
sopping wet cunt. Somewhere in the back of her 
mind, she played out a teenage sex fantasy of 
being fucked by a python.

For now, Agent Bambi had no thoughts about 
arresting anyone.

**********

Later (much, much later):

The Walrus and Valdez were in the conference 
room, at last getting down to the business of 
plotting their nefarious schemes. They were 
closeted away, surrounded by their guards, and 
(in order to keep their minds from wandering) 
the sailorettes were kept out. 

Nicola and Bambi discreetly slipped away to 
discuss their next move. Neither one of them 
had bothered to put any clothes on, after their 
little display it seemed rather pointless.

"Valdez told me he's not going back to the 
mainland aboard 'The Bimbo'," said Nicola. 
"We're on our way to rendezvous with a 
seaplane, and he'll fly back to Colombia."

"We need to make a move now," said Bambi. 
"Somehow, we need to get this boat back into US 
territorial waters so the FBI can board it."

Nicola waggled her eyebrows. "I have a plan," 
she announced.

**********

Amanda was alone on the bridge of "The Topless 
Bimbo", keeping the yacht on a S-W-W heading on 
their way to the rendezvous point. Nicola, buck 
naked, appeared in the doorway, eyeing her up 
hungrily.

"Hello, gorgeous," she greeted Amanda in a 
husky voice.

"Hello yourself," she replied. "Come on in."

Nicola sauntered over to where Amanda stood 
behind the wheel. She ran a finger over the 
control panel in a suggestive manner. "So, how 
do you drive this thing?" she asked.

"Here, let me show you." Amanda stepped back, 
allowing Nicola to slip in front of her.

"Put your hands on the wheel like this," Amanda 
instructed. She gently placed Nicola's hands on 
the helm, holding them in place. Nicola 
quivered slightly at the pleasant sensation of 
their hands touching.

"Now you just keep her steady."

Nicola could feel Amanda standing behind her, 
her tits pressing against the starlet's bare 
back, her crotch rubbing against Nicola's 
shapely buttocks. She was aware of the brunette 
breathing, the rising and falling of her chest, 
the alluring warmth of her body so 
tantalizingly close. It was a moment oh-so 
innocent - just a little sailing lesson - but 
the fact that the two girls were naked and 
brushing so close against each other made it 
delightfully naughty.

"She handles very well," murmured Nicola.

"She does indeed," purred Amanda. She snuggled 
up to Nicola, resting her head on the 
Australian's shoulder. "Remember, she's most 
responsive to a gentle touch."

"Yes, I can feel it."

Casually, almost absentmindedly, Amanda removed 
her hand from atop Nicola's on the wheel, and 
placed it on the starlet's right boob. Nicola 
made no move to stop her.

"Easy does it," Amanda murmured into Nicola's 
ear. Gently, her hand squeezed Nicola's breast. 
A slight moan escaped her lips.

"Tell me," asked Nicola, her pulse racing, 
"does this thing have an auto-pilot?"

She maneuvered herself around, bringing her 
body face to face with Amanda's. The saucy 
captain needed no other prompting, and she 
kissed Nicola passionately. While still necking 
Nicola, she groped for the controls and 
activated the auto heading and throttle.

Gasping with passion, the couple groped their 
way out of the bridge and onto the upper deck.

A moment later, Bambi entered the bridge. She 
gave a satisfied smirk, and then made a slight 
course change to the east...

**********

Nicola was lying in the sun, a dozing Amanda 
curled up in her arms. Suddenly, a voice called 
out-

"Ahoy! You there! 'Topless Bimbo', prepare to 
be boarded!"

Nicola indignantly sat up. "Who are you calling 
a topless bimbo?!" she yelled back. "And you 
could at least buy a girl dinner first!" Then 
she sheepishly realized that was the name of 
the boat.

A pair of coastguard launches had come 
alongside "The Bimbo" and armed FBI agents 
surged forward, ready to board The Walrus's 
floating den of iniquity. Seeing all those 
handsome men dressed in jet-black uniforms and 
carrying machine guns, Nicola experienced a 
brief regret that it was the boat they intended 
to board and not her.

There was a flurry of activity and commotion 
from below deck as the federal agents stormed 
the boat. In short order, The Walrus, Valdez 
and their men were dragged on deck.

"How dare you!" bawled the fat gangster. "We're 
in international waters, this is an act of 
piracy!"

"You shouldn't've fallen asleep, Teducci," 
replied DD Franklin, accompanying his men on 
the swoop. "These are US territorial waters."

Agent Johnson appeared from below deck, 
victoriously wielding several plastic bags 
containing white powder. "It's just like she 
said, chief. We found these in one of the 
storage bays."

The Walrus was dragged away, bellowing like a 
wounded hippo. Valdez was taken into custody as 
well, the little old man blinking 
uncomprehendingly at his captors.

Nicola bounded down from the upper deck. "Quite 
the haul, eh?" she said.

Franklin turned a leering eye at the starlet, 
and the other agents had a hard time 
concentrating on cuffing the captured crooks.

"I must say, Ms. Knickers," said Franklin, 
"when our operatives go 'undercover' they 
usually, um, 'cover up'."

Nicola looked down, remembering she was still 
naked. "Oops!" she cried, clutching her arms 
against her exposed chest. "I better get some 
clothes on!"

At that moment, Agent Bambi climbed up from 
below deck. Like Nicola she was still naked, 
but unlike Nicola she'd yet to realize her 
state of dis-dress.

"Agent Thumper!" he cried. "Great work." He 
seized her by the hand and shook it vigorously, 
sending her bare boobs jiggling. "We've busted 
the entire Teducci gang, and it's all thanks to 
you.

"And, ah, Agent Thumper," added Franklin, 
"seeing as you're still technically undercover 
we'll excuse your informal choice of attire."

Bambi froze. Slowly, she looked down at her 
naked body, still covered in traces of whipped 
cream and her own juices. The busty redhead 
gave a squeal of shock and scuttled back below 
decks to find some clothes.

Nicola couldn't help but laugh at the poor 
girl's predicament. 

A pair of agents led the handcuffed Amanda down 
from the bridge. Nicola and Bambi weren't the 
only naked girl aboard "The Bimbo".

"Sorry about all of this," said Nicola. She 
rather liked Amanda and was sorry to see her 
arrested too. The sexy brunette shrugged.

"Ah well. I guess it is about time I got back 
into the legal profession."

"You don't have to," Nicola replied, casting a 
professional eye over her fine, naked body. 
"Have you ever thought about becoming an 
actress?"

Blushing profusely, Bambi appeared on deck once 
more. Her search for clothes had been in vain, 
but some kind agent had lent her an FBI jacket 
to wear. It came down barely an inch below her 
crotch, and although giving her some sense of 
decorum, navigating the yacht's steep stairs 
still gave whoever was behind her a cheap 
thrill. She joined the still-nude Aussie 
starlet.

"I told you, didn't I? Didn't I say that we'd 
get to wear some sexy outfits, then run around 
nude before ending up having sex?" said Nicola 
to her partner with a smirk. Bambi nodded.

"This operation was a little different, but 
it's all turned out for the best. I guess I did 
a couple of things that were a little 
embarrassing, but it's all over now." She 
breathed an exaggerated sigh of relief and gave 
a sheepish grin.

"Well, Agent Thumper," DD Franklin called to 
her, "you're bound to get a promotion for 
pulling this off."

"Wow, thanks chief," she gushed.

"Especially," Franklin added with a grin, "when 
the men on the promotions board get a look at 
the surveillance tapes from this operation."

Bambi's face fell, remembering everything she'd 
done - wearing the slutty sailorette costume, 
parading around half-naked, being groped by the 
hoods (and enjoying it!) her public exhibition 
of lesbian lust with Nicola, before finally 
ending up in bed with The Walrus - it had all 
been captured on the miniatures cameras she and 
Nicola were wearing. And they were now on tape, 
doubtless to be kept forever in some FBI 
archive.

Bambi squealed in horror. Nicola suppressed a 
giggle.

Being naked on camera was all in a days work 
for this undercover starlet.

END.




