Title: Carwash Cuties
Author: Knickers
Universe: Nicola Adventures
Keywords: MF, oral, FF, exhib
Summary: To promote the new series of "Bikini Carwash Company" Nicola, Angela and Dizzy compete to see who can satisfy the most customers in a single day at a real carwash.


Disclaimer: The following story contains 
sex scenes and rude words. It's fairly 
tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the 
decency laws in most states would require 
it not be read by persons under 18. Also, 
if you're offended by adult themes, you 
should probably leave now. 

More importantly, this tale features women 
presented as sexual objects. There is 
nothing wrong with this as they are only 
fictional characters. I urge readers, 
especially young males, to not regard real 
women in this way.

This work is © 2002 the author. Permission 
is granted to freely distribute, provided 
it is not altered in any way. It may not be 
posted to any website or included in any 
archive without the author's permission.

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

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

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

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

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

Carwash Cuties (MF oral FF exhib)

Rick Stickler stepped down from the OB van 
and thought to himself, what a wonderful 
day for tits and ass. The spectacular late 
summer Californian morning was unfolding, 
and standing before the young man was two 
of the most beautiful women he'd even laid 
eyes on.

The first was a bubbly blonde with perhaps 
the biggest boobs that Rick had ever seen- 
and as a director for the TNA network, he'd 
seen a lot. The tits in question were 
straining inside the tight confines of a 
white t-shirt, tied in a knot to emphasize 
their overhang. The 44-inch cleavage 
pushing the shirt outwards almost made the 
words printed on it unreadable, but Rick 
could just about make out "Bikini Carwash 
Company."

Grinning, Rick eyed up those impressive 
knockers for a few moments before his eyes 
roamed down that heavenly body, skimming 
across a bare midriff with just a hint of 
puppyfat, lingering over cut-off denim 
shorts that almost left nothing to the 
imagination, and long, long legs. Finally, 
Rick glanced up to the face of the girl in 
question, and found himself staring into 
the face of a blue-eyed pixie, framed with 
blonde locks.

"Hi," she said, in a high-pitched voice 
that betrayed her bimbosity, "I'm Dizzy."

"You certainly are, sweetheart," Rick 
replied with a smirk. Dizzy, true to form, 
giggled.

Rick allowed himself to ogle the second 
girl. She seemed to be everything Dizzy was 
not. She was tall, at least as tall as Rick 
himself. Her hair was a raven-colored mane 
that fell to her shoulders. While Dizzy's 
body was soft and curvy, this girl was slim 
and lithe like a supermodel, with a 
hardness lurking behind those taunt 
muscles. Her boobs were small to the point 
of boyish, petite cones tipped with bullet-
like nipples that made sizeable dents in 
her t-shirt. She, also, wore a cropped 
white tee that read "Bikini Carwash 
Company", and a pair of black shorts.

"Hello," she said in a throaty voice that 
promised nights of candle-lit seduction, 
"I'm Angel Monroe." Rick swallowed.

But there was one girl missing. Rick 
glanced at his clipboard. "Nicola Baron!" 
he called out, "Nicola Baron, where are 
you?"

"Coming!" called out a voice, a sexy 
Australian-accented voice. Rick turned to 
look at the wardrobe trailer to see the 
door swing open and Nicola make her way 
over toward him.

Rick's heart skipped a beat. Nicola Baron 
was one hell of a gorgeous starlet. Tall, 
very leggy, with blue eyes and chestnut-
colored hair. She too was wearing a "Bikini 
Carwash Company" t-shirt, but she had 
cunningly altered hers, cutting it so short 
that the undersides of her boobs jutted out 
of its lower hem. A pink thong beautifully 
complimented the outfit. Enough of Nicola's 
stunning body was on display for Rick to 
tell that she had an all-over tan.

At the sight of Rick, Nicola burst into a 
grin and raised her right arm to wave at 
him. As she did so, her oh-so-short shirt 
raised a little, and Nicola's little brown 
right nipple peeked out at him. If Nicola 
noticed her exposure she didn't show it. 
Having greeted Rick, Nicola bounced down 
the trailer steps- 'bounced' being the 
operative word, as with every bound the 
starlet took her t-shirt would fly up and 
her luscious tits would leap out from 
beneath that hem. By the time Nicola had 
made her way over to him, Rick was grinning 
ear to ear.

"Hi," said Nicola, "I'm Nicola, but you can 
call me 'Knickers'." She had a delightful, 
husky Australian accent that made Rick 
think of topless babes on Bondi Beach.

"Well, Knickers, it's a pleasure to meet 
you. I'm just going to love working with 
you," Rick replied. The starlet cast him 
sultry glances. With his babes all 
assembled, Rick turned to his crew and 
shouted, "OK, let's get this show on the 
road!"

Rick Stickler produced live TV shows for 
the TNA network. His last gig had been the 
World Strip Beach Volleyball Championships 
(USA beat Italy by 2 games and a single thong), 
and today he was going to produce a very 
special television event for the network.

A camera crew clustered around a fourth 
beauty who would be working today- Miss 
Kitten Magee, the busty co-host of "The 
Tony Moroni" show. 

With a few moments to relax, Angela leaned 
over to Nicola and whispered savagely "I 
see you took the liberty of slutifying your 
costume."

"Hey, if you've got it, flaunt it," Nicola 
replied. Angela clenched her teeth. That 
Aussie bimbo always made her so mad!

The FM was giving Kitten a countdown. The 
gorgeous Miss Magee was dressed 
conservatively- for her at least- in a low 
cut business suit from which her 44-inch 
boobs threatened to burst out at any 
moment. The camera in front of her lingered 
on the tempting view of her cleavage.

"Hi, and welcome to the Sunshine Carwash in 
downtown Hollywood! I'm Kitten Magee, and 
I'm here on this beautiful morning to tell 
all you TNA viewers about a very special 
promotion we're running today. The brand 
new series of 'Bikini Carwash Company' 
starts next week on TNA, and we're all 
looking forward to that. To launch the 
show, we're having our own little bikini 
carwash down here today. For today only, 
bring your car down here and have it washed 
by our team of three lovely bikini carwash 
girls."

The program cut away to Nicola, Angela and 
Dizzy. The tasty trio winked, blew kisses, 
squeezed their boobs, and generally gave 
their audience a damn good excuse to get 
the car cleaned.

"So come on down to the Sunshine Carwash 
today, get your wheels pampered, and vote 
for your favorite carwash cutie to be in 
the draw to win a year's free subscription 
to the TNA channel."

With their brief intro over, the girls were 
free to relax until the carwash opened. 
Angela decided to make good use of the 
time, and dashed back to the wardrobe 
trailer. She grabbed a pair of scissors. It 
was time to modify her own costume! Angela 
stripped off the shirt and stood bare-
breasted, staring at the garment and 
wondering what exactly needed to be done.

What to do? It had to beat what that bimbo 
Knickers had done to hers, meaning that 
Angela's had to be more daring, more 
revealing. She took the scissors and began 
to make savage cuts into the material, 
reduced the t-shirt to little more tattered 
strips.

Angela picked up the remaining scrap and 
proceeded to tie it around her petite but 
sexy frame. It was now little more than a 
halter top, with the knots forming two 
panels that barely concealed her pointy 
breasts. Delighted, she stepped out of the 
trailer.

Nicola wasn't wasting any time either. She 
was busy flirting with Rick. The handsome 
and rich young producer had naturally 
caught the eye of the lusty starlet.

"So," she purred, "I understand you asked 
for me personally on this job?"

"Oh, yes. My very good friend Scott Keen 
told me all about you, Knickers."

"Really?" Nicola replied. Her hand strayed 
to Rick's chest, and she began to stroke 
him gently. Rick's gaze shifted down to 
Nicola's charmingly stretched t-shirt. 
Although the white material wasn't wet 
(yet!), Nicola's dark brown nipples were 
visible. "And what did Scotty tell you 
about me?"

"He said that you, Dizzy and Angel made one 
hell of a team," said Rick, "and that you 
and Angel together were especially good 
clean fun."

Nicola smiled, remembering the last time 
that her, Dizzy and Angel had been 
together- working one of Scott Keen's 
infamous Hollywood parties. So word of her 
and Angela's relationship was getting 
around? Well that was just fine with her. 
As she'd learnt doing "The Tony Moroni" 
show, a good old-fashioned starlet feud 
could be good for her career.

As Nicola's mind was racing, Rick was still 
staring at her tits. His eyes caressed the 
swell of her cleavage as it emerged from 
the top of her t-shirt. Man, thought Rick, 
I can't wait to see those puppies dripping 
wet! This is going to be great!

The three starlets assembled down in the 
carwash, as the clock was ticking down to 
they went to air live. Dizzy was very 
excited about doing live TV, jumping up and 
down on the spot. "Ooooh, this is going to 
be great," the busty bimbo enthused. Her 
exertions proved too much for her t-shirt, 
and her impressive 44-inch boobs bounced 
out, much to the crew's delight. Dizzy 
giggled, and made an attempt to cram her 
hooters back inside her costume.

"So, Knickers," said Angela, crossing her 
arms against her nearly-bare chest, "what 
do you think the chances are that you'll be 
voted best girl in the carwash?"

"You fancy your chances, eh?" Nicola 
retorted. "You don't think people are going 
to wonder who that dark-haired boy is doing 
at a bikini carwash?"

Angela was furious. "OK, bitch, we'll 
settle this! How about a contest, whoever 
gets the most votes wins."

"Fine by me," Nicola replied. "Just tell me 
what embarrassing forfeit you want to do 
this time."

"Oooooh!" squealed Dizzy, "another contest! 
Can I be in on this one, please, please, 
please?"

"I don't mind," said Nicola. Angela 
shrugged. "I don't care if I lick both you 
big-boob bimbos."

"Yippee!" cried Dizzy, again losing control 
of her tits, "what are the stakes?"

A wicked smile crept across Angela's 
beautiful face. "Well, seeing as there's 
going to be two losers..."

"Yes?" Nicola asked, dreading the answer 
but not wanting to show any fear in front 
of her rival.

"They have to fuck. Right here in the 
carwash, on live TV."

Dizzy let out a squeal of glee. Nicola 
swallowed. Fuck another girl? On live TV? 
Nicola had done more than her fair share of 
muff-diving since arriving in Hollywood, 
but usually with her friend Jennifer, and 
never in front of such a huge audience. The 
thought of it made even the exhibitionist 
Nicola quail.

"What's the matter, Knickers?" crowed 
Angela with a wicked grin. "I'd've thought 
a slut like you would jump at the chance to 
get her leg over on live TV."

Now Nicola was cross! She thought of 
Angela, reluctantly bent over as Dizzy 
fucked her ass, a camera crew catching 
every moment of her humiliation. Brilliant!

"Come on, Knickers," added Dizzy, "it'll be 
fun."

"OK," replied Nicola, finding her resolve. 
"I'm in." 

"Live in ten!" cried the floor manager. 
With the ten second countdown, the girls 
got very quickly into character. For Nicola 
and Angela, they changed into grinning, 
bouncing bimbos. Dizzy just acted like 
herself. The first car of the day - a 
Jaguar - pulled up. The three screen 
bunnies cavorted around, flashing broad 
grins at the lucky occupants.

"Hiiiii," squealed Dizzy, "welcome to the 
Bikini Carwash Company. I'm Dizzy!"

"I'm Knickers," said the gorgeous Aussie 
starlet, "here to serve!"

"And I'm," added Angela, pushing Nicola out 
of the way, "Angel. And I'm here to do 
whatever you want." She gave the Jag owner 
a sultry look, suggesting she was willing 
to buff more than just his bumper.

"I think a carwash will suffice... for 
now," he said with a wink.

And so the Bikini Carwash Company leapt 
into action. The PA system boomed out 
music. The girls danced around the car, 
doing their very best to wash it. They 
began by hosing it down, three jets of 
water cascading across the car. Angela gave 
Nicola a wicked smirk, and turned her hose 
on the adorable Aussie. Nicola squeaked- 
the water was cold! But she didn't react 
with fury. Instead, she glanced down at her 
chest. Nicola's now transparent white t-
shirt hugged her 38-inch boobs, leaving 
very little to the imagination. This wasn't 
lost on the men inside the Jag, whose 
attention was now riveted on Nicola, or 
rather, Nicola's tasty tits. Nicola threw 
Angela a smug look, victorious at the 
prospect of the first vote going to her. 

Angela jumped up and down, hoping Nicola 
would retaliate, even opening her arms wide 
to offer to pert breasts as a tempting 
target. A moment later, it was Angela's 
turn to yelp in surprise, as she got the 
soaking she desired, but from an unexpected 
direction. It was Dizzy who had turned her 
hose on the raven-haired beauty. Angela 
lost her temper, and squirted the giggling 
Dizzy. 

A mistake! Now Dizzy's t-shirt was wet, 
sticking to her curvy body like paint. 
Dizzy's gorgeous boobs were beautifully 
showcased by the wet-shirt, and the 
carwashees were now staring open-mouthed at 
her.

It quickly degenerated into a three-way 
water fight, with the girls hosing each 
other down. Soaked to the skin, the three 
starlets were practically topless on live 
TV.

Finally- after some off-screen prompting 
from the FM- the girls grabbed buckets and 
sponges and clustered around the Jag. The 
view from inside was incredible- the sight 
of the three lovelies, pressing their 
luscious semi-naked bodies against the car. 
Nicola's tits squished against the driver's 
side window, Angela trying to match by 
pushing her own small hooters against the 
passenger's window, and Dizzy lying on the 
hood, her mammoths boobs covered in foam.

After a rinse- involving more squirting- 
the happy Jag driver and his friends pulled 
out of the carwash, farewelled by the three 
starlets waving after them. The Jag stopped 
at the gate, and the girls watched 
breathlessly as the driver leant out of the 
window to push a button on the voting 
machine. Who were they voting for? Dizzy, 
with her massive boobs? Nicola, with her 
charming smile and cute accent? Angela, 
with her slim, sexy figure? There was no 
way they could tell- only the audience at 
home could tell who was winning.

The next car drove up, a corvette. Again, 
the girls swung into action, swarming 
across the car, trying to catch the 
attention of the men inside by showing off 
their bodies, hoping to secure their vote. 
Angela crouched by the side of the car, 
making eye contact with the driver, and 
gently rubbing her ass against the bodywork 
as if using her shorts to buff the paint. 
Not to be outdone, Nicola took a shammy to 
the car's roof, pressing her boobs against 
the passenger's window. The 'vette owners 
friend was treated to the sight of the 
Aussie starlet's tits squashed against the 
glass, easily visible through the soaking 
wet material of her t-shirt.

But it was Dizzy who caught the boys' 
attention. She leaned over the corvette's 
hood and began to give it a vigorous 
buffing. The energetic circular motion 
caused her hooters to jiggle enticingly, 
and to the delight of the crowd, both 
breasts popped out their confinement. 
"Oppsy," said Dizzy with a smirk. She stood 
up, cupping her snowy boobs. The corvette's 
occupants stared open mouthed at her large 
pink aureoles, covered by nothing by a few 
wisps of foam. Dizzy giggled, delighting in 
the attention. She struck a few cheesecake 
poses for her fans, her bare tits still 
hanging out of the front of her shirt.

When the corvette finally pulled away, 
there was no guessing who they voted for.

The next car up was a black Pajero. Nicola 
decided it was time to follow Dizzy's lead. 
The driver was staring at her, delighting 
in the view of the dripping-wet girl 
cleaning his car. "Oh-no," Nicola 
announced, "my wash-cloth is falling 
apart!" She stood up, discarding the 
perfectly useable rag, and batted her blue 
eyes at the driver. She looked very 
appealing, standing on tiptoe so she could 
look into the 4WD's cab, the driver looking 
down on her tanned cleavage.

"Well, Mr. Pajero, do you have any ideas 
about what I could use to clean your car 
now?" As if to give him a hint, Nicola 
thrust her drenched chest toward him. The 
lucky object of Nicola's affections stroked 
his chin. "That t-shirt you got on ain't 
doing much of a job covering your tits. You 
could put it to much better use on my car."

"What a good idea!" Nicola squealed. 
Smiling at Mr. Pajero, Nicola crossed her 
arms across her chest and grasped the hem 
of the sopping material clinging to her 
boobs. In a single motion, the busty beauty 
pulled her shirt off, baring her breasts to 
her drooling fan. Silently, she 
congratulated herself on her performance as 
a bimbo. She shot Angela a smug look. Suck 
on that!

The raven-haired beauty was not amused; she 
was now the only one of the girls who 
wasn't topless. Dizzy's mammoth hooters 
were swinging free, her erect nipples 
brushing against the 4WD's body. How could 
she compete with those overripe 
cantaloupes? She had to think of something, 
and quick.

A Lexus rolled in. Once again, the trio of 
busty bimbos enthusiastically jumped into 
action, all smiles and bouncing boobs. The 
TV cameras clustered around them, catching 
their glistening bodies from all 
directions.

Nicola was in seventh heaven. Since she had 
arrived in Hollywood, the busty Aussie 
beauty had developed a real exhibitionist 
streak, and cavorting half naked around a 
carwash, her boobs soaking wet, was just 
the sort of thing she loved to do. Nicola 
closed her eyes, letting the throbbing beat 
of the music take over. Mopping the remains 
of her t-shirt across the top of the Lexus, 
Nicola pressed her bare boobs against the 
driver's window.

Suddenly, Nicola could hear a buzzing 
noise, accompanied by the strangest 
sensation in her breasts. Nicola quickly 
realized what was going on- the driver was 
winding his window down, and the slippery 
glass was sliding down against her flesh. 
Without anything to press against anymore, 
Nicola's tits popped forward, and she 
guessed they were now inside the car 
staring the driver in the face. She soon 
found it hard to concentrate on cleaning 
the Lexus's roof with the unmistakable 
feeling of someone tweaking her nipples, 
electric flashes of pleasure pulsing 
through her drenched boobs. The starlet 
closed her eyes and let out a moan.

Angela, slithering across the Lexus's hood 
in an attempt to draw the occupant's 
attention to her cleavage, noticed what was 
going on. That little Aussie bimbo was 
playing dirty now!

The naughty fingers working away at 
Nicola's tits were replaced by a wet, 
slurping pair of lips. Nicola almost 
squealed out in desire. She rubbed her 
crotch against the Lexus's door as if she 
was fucking the car itself. 

"Slut," Angela murmured, loud enough for 
Nicola to hear. She ignored the bitchy 
beauty. Nicola was enjoying herself far too 
much to worry about her rival.

All too soon, the Lexus's time was up, and 
the skilful lips reluctantly disengaged 
from Nicola's very excited nipple. She gave 
the car a wave goodbye as it pulled out of 
the carwash.

It was time to take a break.  Nicola and 
Dizzy, laughing together, went to their 
trailer to get a drink. Angela cast them a 
spiteful look. All around them the rest of 
the crew were also taking a breather. Apart 
from all the TV production crew, Angela 
noticed one guy sitting on his own about to 
eat a sandwich. Tall, skinny, nerdy-looking 
guy with glasses and bad acne. A smile 
spread across Angela's ruby-red lips as she 
realized this was her chance to win the 
bet.

Angela strode towards the man like a model 
down a catwalk. He noticed her, and stared 
open mouthed at the beauty as she smiled 
seductively.

"Why, hello there handsome," she breathed. 
Nervous, he swallowed. "Um, hi," he 
stuttered in reply. His eyes kept flicking 
down to ogle Angela's boobs, barely 
contained by her wet t-shirt. "I'm Dwayne," 
he murmured. Angela sat down opposite 
Dwayne, and leaned forward, pushing her 
small but pert breasts out to give him a 
better view. "A pleasure to meet you, 
Dwayne," she replied. Angela didn't bother 
to introduce herself. She was, after all, a 
star, so Dwayne Nobody should recognize the 
Angela Monroe when he's looking her in the 
tits.

"I bet a big, strong man like you must have 
an important job on the set," said Angela. 
Her eyes sparkled with feigned interest. 
"Well, I'm really just the computer 
technician," Dwayne replied with a shrug. 
"Really? Wow, how exciting!" Angela gushed. 
She reached out and began to stroke 
Dwayne's arm. "What exactly does that 
involve?"

"Not much. I just run the electronic 
scoreboard out there." 

Angela gave Dwayne her sexiest smile, and 
he replied with a dopey, buck-toothed grin. 
This is what she needed to give her the 
edge!

"Actually," added Dwayne, finding a little 
more confidence, "there's not much to it. 
Just make sure it records and totals the 
votes of everyone who leaves the carwash, 
and doesn't do anything stupid, like add 
the votes to the wrong girl." He ended in a 
braying yawl that Angela guessed was 
supposed to be laughter. She gave the 
smallest of smiles in return.

Angela's hand switched from caressing 
Dwayne's arm to his leg. He gave a start 
and began to blush. Now she had him right 
where she wanted him! Further up his leg 
her fingers wandered, until at last her 
hand was gently caressing his bulging 
crotch.

"Dwayne," she whispered in a husky voice 
calculated to get him hot, "do you like my 
boobs?"

"Oh yes," Dwayne replied.

"You can touch them if you want." The geeky 
technician reached out and laid his hands 
on Angela's damp cleavage. She faked a 
lustful gasp. Slowly, Dwayne's hands made 
small circles around Angela's petite boobs, 
tugging on her nipples.

"Dwayne, now that we're such good friends, 
perhaps you could do a little favor for 
me?"

"Anything," Dwayne murmured, his attention 
firmly fixed on the bare breasts he was 
busy groping.

"Would you be able to fix the computer so 
that all the votes are added to my total?"

Shocked, Dwayne paused in mid-grope. "But 
that would be cheating!"

Angela tugged down Dwayne's zipper. 
"Cheating is such an ugly word," she 
pouted, "I prefer to think of it as helping 
out a friend." She thrust her hand into 
Dwayne's crotch. Her cool fingers made 
contact with his throbbing cock, gently 
drawing it out of his underwear. Angela's 
earlier attentions had already made Dwayne 
very excited, and the tip of his dick 
glistened with desire. "You are my friend, 
aren't you Dwayne?" she asked.

The poor young nerd was going out of his 
mind with lust. Never had he had a woman as 
gorgeous as this tickling his pickle. Right 
now he was ready to grant her anything she 
wanted. "Yes!" he cried, "Anything you 
want, you got it!"

Angela smiled. Bingo! She licked her lips, 
and bent her head down toward Dwayne's red-
hot cock. Time to give her little lapdog 
his treat.

"Wait," Dwayne stammered. Angela looked up 
at him annoyed. What did he want now, for 
God's sake? Couldn't he just shut up and 
let her suck his dick so she could get on 
with whipping that bimbo Nicola Baron? "I 
need to know-" Dwayne tried to ask her. 

"Oh shut up," an irritated Angela barked. 
Dwayne stared at her. "Um, I mean, not now, 
my sweet," Angela hurriedly corrected 
herself. Dwayne opened his mouth to reply, 
but words failed him. A pair of ruby-red 
lips slipped around his penis, and all 
Dwayne was conscious of now was the raven-
haired beauty beavering away at his crotch.

Angela was probably not quite as proficient 
as Nicola when in came to pleasuring men 
with her mouth, but she was a Hollywood 
starlet nevertheless and more than capable 
of giving decent head. In a situation like 
this, when she was giving her all to get 
her own way, the bitchy beauty could give 
one hell of a blowjob. Dwayne closed his 
eyes and was carried away on a sea of 
pleasure as Angela noisily slurped away on 
his dick. Up and down her head bobbed, 
saliva and semen mixing to thoroughly 
lubricated Dwayne's very lucky nob. After 
a short time, the bespectacled geek shot 
his load into Angela's hot mouth. Normally 
not a swallower, Angela gulped it down 
anyway, eager to get back to the carwash.

Angela stood up, waving away the strands of 
drool that still connected her mouth to 
Dwayne's cock. "Don't forget," she said in 
businesslike manner, "all the votes go to 
me."

Dwayne, grinning like an idiot, was still 
slumped back in post-fellatio stupor. 
"Wait," he said, "I don't even know-"

But it was too late. The ice-princess had 
turned on her heel and marched out, heading 
back to the carwash. Dwayne let out a sigh 
and went back to his workstation.

Angela triumphantly swaggered back out into 
the lot, where Nicola and Dizzy were 
already working on another car. The driver 
was leaning out of his window, drooling 
over Nicola's bare boobs. The grinning 
Aussie starlet was, of course, making sure 
he got a fine view of her assets.

"That sure is a nice rack you got yourself 
there," he drawled.

"Why, thank-you," Nicola replied. She 
leaned closer to the window, her luscious 
tits inches away from him lips.

Angela shook her head at the sight. As she 
walked past the starlet, Angela gave her a 
slight push. Nicola fell forward, pushing 
her boobs into the lucky driver's face.

"Opps," she said. He simply smiled and 
replied, "No problemo!"

Nicola loved every minute of the attention 
being heaped on her. Spending a day 
bouncing around a carwash wet and half-
naked was her idea of a job, displaying her 
charms for all to see. Now this was 
modeling! She would smile chastely as the 
male carwashees complimented her on her 
breasts. If a hand reached out to stroke 
her legs, or grope her boobs, Nicola would 
feign shock, striking a delightful pose for 
the TV cameras. The constant flow of 
leering men and physical contact was making 
her very aroused.

For her part, Angela took the rest of the 
day in her stride. Knowing that Dwayne had 
rigged the voting, she no longer had to 
overact to get anyone's attention. Angela 
simply left her top on, smiled and was 
polite, but otherwise left the sexual 
antics to Nicola and Dizzy. And why not? 
Dizzy soaking her tits with sudsy water was 
only going to secure votes for Angela. 
Nicola laughing as a hand snaked out of a 
cab and tweaked her nipple was only get to 
bring Angela victory. For once, she was 
finally going to get one over on that 
Aussie bimbo.

During another break in the action, Rick 
came down from the OB van control room to 
talk to the girls. "I hear the three of you 
have got a little competition going on. I 
want to hear about it."

The starlets stood embarrassed, like three 
schoolgirls caught out in a naughty prank 
and hauled before the principal. "It's only 
a little fun," Dizzy mumbled. "A friendly 
contest. Whoever gets the most votes wins."

"And what does the losers get?" demanded 
Rick. He'd heard all about their hi-jinx 
before.

"They have to have sex live on camera," 
Nicola admitted. Suddenly, Rick's stern 
demeanor vanished and he grinned. "What a 
great idea!"

"You're not mad?" Angela asked. "Hell no!" 
Rick cried. "It's a great publicity stunt. 
I gotta hand it you girls, you've got boobs 
and brains. Tell you what, when we come 
back, we'll do a link telling the viewers 
all about your little game. Really sell it 
to them. OK?"

"You betcha boss!" Dizzy squealed. "Will 
do!" cried Nicola. Angela smirked. "You can 
count on me."

Anyone tuning in to the TNA network would 
have greeted with the sight of three tasty 
starlets: a tall, busty brunette, her 
tanned tits bare; a bubbly blonde with 
enormous boobs hanging out of her t-shirt; 
and a slim, raven-haired temptress whose 
wet t-shirt clung to her small breasts like 
a second skin.

"Come on down to the Sunshine Carwash and 
get your car washed by me, Dizzy!"

"Or better still," said Angela, elbowing 
her aside, "by me, Angel." She licked her 
lips.

"Come on down, and vote for your favorite 
starlet," said Nicola. "And remember to 
stick around for the final score."

"Yeah," Angela interrupted, "you'll want to 
see what happens when these two lose out to 
me."

"You mean me," interjected Dizzy, using her 
massive boobs to push Angela aside. To the 
viewer at home, it looked like they were 
playing up the rivalry for the cameras.

"At the end of the day," said Nicola, "the 
two girls with the least amount of votes 
will get it on, right here live on TNA."

"That's right folks," Angela butted in 
again, not wanting to lose the limelight 
for so much as a second. "Vote for me, and 
you can watch these two big boob bimbos 
screwing their little brains out for your 
viewing pleasure."

Before the action could get a little 
rougher, Rick cut back to 'the hostess with 
the mostest (except when it comes to 
clothes when she's the hostess with the 
leastest)' Kitten Magee.

"Well," the busty beauty breathlessly 
exclaimed, "it's looks like things are 
really hotting up here down at the Sunshine 
Carwash. So if you want to get a front row 
seat, come on down and join in the fun."

The girls were soon back to 'washing cars', 
or rather, finding more and more outrageous 
ways to show their bodies off to the 
drivers in hopes that they would vote for 
them. Nicola's body, slick with water, had 
been well and truly groped. The smiling 
starlet invited every man through the gates 
to squeeze her bare boobs, or pat her 
thong-covered ass. Nicola was enjoying 
herself so much she almost forgot she was 
in contest with Angela- almost. She shot a 
glance over at her rival, on the otherside 
of the Mustang they were washing. Angela 
had a curious smile on her lips. She was 
leaning over the passenger's side window, 
tempting him with views of her pert boobs. 
But something wasn't right... Angela wasn't 
giving it her all, and her t-shirt, while 
soaking wet and clinging to her slim body, 
hadn't been discarded like Nicola and 
Dizzy's. Nicola frowned. The bitchy beauty 
was up to something! But what...?

Nicola switched her attention to Dizzy. 
Giggling her little heart out, the bubbly 
blonde was using her massive tits to wipe 
down the windscreen, rubbing her chest 
against the glass in lazy circles. Of 
course, Nicola was in competition with 
Dizzy, too, but the busty bimbo was having 
so much fun she probably didn't care.

It was getting late in the day. Soon it 
would be time for scoring to stop and the 
announcement of who of the three starlets 
had won, and which two would get to know 
each other a whole lot better before a 
crowd of cheering men.

The last car of the day rolled into the 
Sunshine Carwash, a very dirty pick-up 
truck that looked like it did actually need 
to be cleaned. The driver, a bearded 
hillbilly, leaned out the window and leered 
at the starlets. "Oooh-weee! Looks like old 
Jed here came to get his ann-u-el carwash 
on just the right day."

Dizzy stepped up to the driver's window 
with a delicious bounce of her bare boobs. 
"Howdy, Jed! Welcome to the Sunshine 
Carwash. I'm Dizzy, and I'm here to make 
sure you enjoy your carwashing experience 
to the full."

Not to be outdone, Nicola thrust her head 
and upper body through the passenger's side 
window. Her tits hung over the inside of 
the truck's cab. "I'm Knickers. Jed, I'm 
sure you'll really appreciate my buffing 
technique." She winked suggestively, and 
Jed howled with laughter.

Angela gave a wry smile. She enjoyed the 
sight of Nicola making a total slut of 
herself, all the while not realizing that 
her efforts would come to nothing. Thanks 
to Dwayne, Angela had this little contest 
all sewn up. So, she might as well have a 
little fun with that little Aussie bimbo.

"Hello Jed," purred Angela, as she sidled 
up to the passenger window mext to Nicola, 
"I'm Angel. Would you like me to put on a 
little show for you Jed?"

"Ah sure would!" the old hillbilly cried. 
Angela licked her lips. "I'd bet you'd like 
to see some hot, wet naked starlet flesh." 
As she spoke, she ran her hands down her 
near-naked body, emphasizing her sleek 
curves. Jed nodded enthusiastically.

"OK Jed," said Angela stepping back from 
the cab. She grasped the straps of her t-
shirt/haltertop, tugging on them as if 
about to rip the garment away and finally 
bare her tits to old Jed. "Get ready, cos 
here I come."

However, instead of tearing off her own 
clothes, Angela leapt forward and grabbed 
the back of Nicola's thong. She yanked hard 
on the thin strip of pink material and 
Nicola let out a gasp as her bikini bottoms 
slipped between her pussy lips and rubbed 
against her clitoris. With a snap the 
material gave way, and Angela ripped away 
Nicola's last remaining piece of clothing.

Nicola stood in the middle of the carwash 
wet, naked and more than a little 
surprised. Angela smirked, victoriously 
holding the trophy over her head. A burst 
of laughter and applause rippled through 
the onlookers. Nicola blushed as her bare 
ass was beamed across the country via TNA. 
She'd meant to put on a show at the carwash 
but not like this!

Nicola recovered from the shock of her 
unexpected strip quickly. If Angela hoped 
this would ruin her chances of winning she 
was dead wrong! The adorable Aussie 
coquettishly batted her eyes at her 
audience, turning her body slightly to show 
more of her exposed muff to the cameras. 
Wearing nothing but a smile and a light 
covering of foam, Nicola turned to Jed.

"Well, Jed I guess *my* unlucky day just 
happens to be *your* lucky day!" Everyone 
laughed at her little joke, but Nicola 
still had more. The nude starlet flashed a 
glance at Angela and added, "I guess my 
friend here thought you'd enjoy seeing me 
naked more than herself. Who am I to argue 
with that?" Everyone applauded, enjoying 
her little performance.

Angela clenched her teeth in anger. Nicola 
always had a knack of turning bad 
situations in her favor! Well, she can joke 
all she want. No matter how Jed votes, she 
was going to win. And then Nicola can save 
her little jokes for when her and Dizzy are 
eating each other on live TV!

"Wow, that was some finale!" Kitten gushed 
into the camera. "Knickers Baron is one 
starlet who knows just how to please her 
fans! That's the last lucky guy to be 
'serviced' by the girls here at the 
Sunshine Carwash Company. You be sure to 
stay tuned when he come back, to find out 
which gorgeous girl has been voted hottest 
carwash chick, and see which two unlucky 
losers will be putting on a very steamy 
lesbian show right here before our 
cameras."

The program broke for commercial. Everyone 
milled around anxious to hear the results. 
Nicola's stomach turned butterflies. Would 
she beat Angela?

For her part, Angela was more than 
confident of success. She glanced in 
Dwayne's direction, and the nerd threw her 
thumbs up. But suddenly, Angela had doubts. 
She'd had Nicola right where she wanted her 
before, broken and humiliated, but somehow 
things always turned out in the Aussie 
starlet's favor. Would today be any 
different? She made her way over to Dwayne 
and whispered, "Are you sure everything is 
fixed?"

"Absolutely!" Dwayne gave a buck-toothed 
grin. "I had the voting totally rigged! No 
matter which of the three buttons the 
drivers pushed on the way out, their votes 
went to your score!"

Angela was satisfied. They were back from 
commercial. Rick emerged from the OB van 
clutching a print-out. There was a murmur 
of expectation through the crowd. Nicola 
was nervous. Dizzy was grinning with 
excitement. Angela, of course, knew the 
outcome. Rick handed the print-out to 
Kitten. She held the microphone to her 
lips. "And the winner is, by an 
overwhelming margin..."

"Don't worry," Dwayne whispered. "You've 
got this in the bag, Miss Clay."

Angela's victorious smile fell. "WHAT?" she 
roared.

"Dizzy Clay!" cried Kitten. Angela turned 
furiously on Dwayne. "You moron! You don't 
even know my name?!"

"I won I won!" squealed Dizzy. She jumped 
up and down, clapping her hands, her 
mammoth boobs flying in all directions.

"I'm sorry!" Dwayne stammered. "I wasn't 
sure who you were. I knew you weren't 
Nicola Baron, *everyone* knows who Nicola 
Baron is, but..."

Angela couldn't be bothered listening to 
him anymore. She turned to make a discreet 
exit from the carwash before anyone spotted 
her.

But Nicola had spied her. Smiling to 
herself, the naked beauty jumped up onto 
the back of Jed's pickup, still parked in 
the center of the carwash. "Oh, Angela!" 
she called out. "Haven't you forgotten 
something?"

The raven-haired beauty froze. All eyes 
turned to her. With a defiant toss of her 
hair, she turned around to face what was 
coming.

Nicola stretched out her hand and beckoned 
to her adversary. "C'mon, baby. Come and 
get some lovin'."

A ripple of laughter pulsed through the 
crowd. Angela flushed. There was no backing 
out. Trying to retain her regal bearing, 
the ice princess marched back through the 
crowd, ignoring the hands that patting her 
on the ass as she made her way up onto the 
back of the pick-up truck.

Nicola, her gallant beau, offered her a 
hand up, and with a smoldering look of 
anger Angela took it, hauling herself up. 
The two starlets stood face-to-face, Angela 
just a little taller than Nicola, whose 
jutting boobs pushed out toward Angela's 
petite bust.

"Let's just get this over with," Angela 
murmured through clenched teeth. Nicola 
smiled. She was going to enjoy this on oh-
so many levels! "Oh, sweetie," she said, 
playing it to the audience of cameras and 
onlookers, "you're so over dressed. No need 
to be modest with a bod as hot as yours."

Nicola reached up, grasping the front of 
Angela's soaking t-shirt. The starlet 
flinched but made no attempt to stop her. 
With a tearing sound, Nicola ripped it off, 
tossing it to the crowd to great applause. 
Finally, Angela's boobs were bared, her 
perky breasts standing proud and firm on 
her chest.  
Nicola didn't stop there. Her delicate 
hands slid down Angela's smooth stomach, 
deftly undoing the button on her shorts. 
Slowly, Nicola lowered Angela's pants, 
gliding then down her long legs. She was 
amazed to see Angela so compliant, allowing 
the gorgeous Aussie strip her with little 
more than a protest. But Angela had no 
choice.

Nicola stepped back for a moment and ogled 
the naked starlet. Her muscles glistened in 
the late afternoon sun, her lustrous skin 
still damp from the soaking the starlets 
had been getting all day. Nicola could tell 
Angela was embarrassed and angry at the 
performance she had to put on, but to her 
credit she retained her usual haughty, 
regal demeanor. She stood with her hands on 
her shapely hips, a somewhat defiant 
model's pose, her taunt body as tight as a 
coiled spring. 

Nicola drank in the sight, her eyes 
greedily devouring every inch of Angela's 
physique, flicking from her well-trimmed 
black muff up to her small pert tits. Hers 
was more than just the professional gaze of 
one starlet eyeing up another. Since her 
arrival in Hollywood, Nicola had had 
several girl-on-girl adventures. Now she 
was about to add the sexy, if bitchy, 
Angela Monroe to her tally of pussy!

The reluctant Angela fell into Nicola's 
arms. Their naked bodies squirmed against 
each other, boobs against boobs and pussy 
against pussy. 

Their naked bodies had been this close 
before, when they had oil wrestled on "The 
Tony Moroni" show. Then, Angela had pushed 
Nicola away the moment there was a spark 
between them. This time, though, she had no 
choice but to wrap her arms around the 
naked Aussie starlet and pull her closer.

Nicola relished the opportunity to become 
the dominant lover, taking the upper hand 
as the mortified Angela obediently let her 
do whatever was necessary to get this 
display over. Nicola planted her lips over 
Angela's in an openmouthed kiss, and the 
raven-haired beauty dutifully responded, 
letting Nicola slip her tongue inside to 
explore her willing mouth.

Angela tried to block out the crowd around 
them, tried to forget they were making out 
on the back of a pickup truck, surrounded 
by scores of drooling onlookers and a 
camera crew beaming the action out to 
thousands more. Nicola, however, did the 
opposite. She let her exhibitionist streak 
take hold of her. She performed for the 
audience- every moan, every wiggle, every 
lick was calculated to drive them wild. 
Nicola saw nothing odd in this, her 
extroverted sexual antics being a natural 
extension of her modeling and acting.

The starlets continued to enthusiastically 
make out. Finally, Nicola broke the kiss 
and the couple gasped for air. Nicola, 
panting with lust, maneuvered her co-star 
on the back of the pickup, laying her on 
her back. Then she positioned herself in a 
69, her knees on either side of Angela's 
head, her face inches from Angela's crotch.

"Just do it!" Angela hissed. Nicola cast a 
glance back over her shoulder and smirked. 
"Hold your horses you horny slut." Angela 
didn't reply but silently fumed. Was Angela 
just putting on a show, or was she 
genuinely turned on? Nicola could certainly 
feel the heat wafting from her pussy.

Slowly, Nicola lowered herself onto Angela. 
Their bodies met with a sigh of 
anticipation shared with their excited 
audience. Nicola's tongue eagerly began to 
work away at Angela's pussy. The ice 
princess's clitoris was bathed with hot, 
wet strokes from her Aussie rival. She 
could feel her body quivering with every 
lick. If Angela started with the greatest 
of reluctance she was sure enjoying it now.

Angela, for her part, was French-kissing 
Nicola's pussy willingly if somewhat 
inexpertly. Nicola gave a wiggle of her 
hips, grinding her crotch into Angela's 
face, trying to encourage her to delve 
deeper into her hot pink pussy.

From between Nicola's thighs, Angela began 
to moan, letting out great long gasps of 
pleasure. Nicola suspected they were not 
authentic, but instead Angela was now 
trying her game, playing to the crowd. Not 
to be outdone, Nicola joined in, whining in 
ecstasy with every lick against her clit. 
Soon the two starlets had found a whole new 
arena for them to compete in, as they let 
out a cacophony of groans, grunts and 
squeals of sexual delight, much to the 
audience's delight. 

After a short time of writhing away at each 
other's crotches, Nicola's performance was 
becoming less forced and more real. The 
adorable Aussie was squealing like a pig as 
she fucked Angela. Not wanted to come just 
yet, Nicola disengaged her face from 
Angela's crotch. She pulled away from 
Angela, who seemed a little annoyed that 
her morsel had been taken away from her, 
and repositioned herself so that the couple 
was face to face again.

With a wiggle of their hips, the girls 
maneuvered their crotches together, joining 
in a pussy-kiss. Slowly, they began to 
grind away, clit against clit. All the 
while the two rivals embraced, staring into 
each other's eyes.

Nicola could feel the muscles in her 
abdomen begin to ripple with the powerful 
orgasm building inside her. Angela was 
still staring at her, eyeing her up, as if 
their latest contest was who was going to 
hold out the longest. It was one contest 
Nicola was happy to lose.

The Aussie starlet threw her head back and 
let out a long groan of pleasure. She came, 
spilling her juices onto Angela's cunt and 
down her sleek thigh. Carried away on a 
wave of pleasure, Nicola didn't notice if 
Angela orgasmed too or not. 

Her head spinning, Nicola gradually climbed 
down from her post-fuck high, and oriented 
herself. She was lying on the back of a 
pickup truck in the middle of a carwash, 
surrounded by her cheering fans. Angela 
stood next to her, wiping away Nicola's 
love slime coating her lower body.

"Ugh," Angela murmured. "Next time use a 
condom, slut."

Nicola stood up, and gave a toss of her 
chestnut-colored mane of hair. Ignoring 
her, Angela got down from the truck and 
strode toward the wardrobe trailer. She'd 
had made a mistake- walking away from the 
spotlight. Nicola smirked to herself. Now 
she could bask it in on her own. Nicola 
posed for her fans as flashbulbs popped all 
around her, capturing her naked body from 
every angle. Hands reached up to pass her 
pen and paper for an autograph. A few hands 
reached up just to grope her. Grinning, 
Nicola waggled her finger at them, but 
otherwise the gorgeous Aussie starlet 
didn't mind. She was a star, and the center 
of attention. 

She realized with a wry smile that even 
though they'd just made love, her rivalry 
with Angela was only going to get more 
intense.

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