Title: Bikini Audition
Author: Knickers
Universe: Nicola Adventures
Keywords: MF, FF, exhib
Summary: Nicola auditions for a B-movie and learns a few inside secrets to success.


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, including the synopsis in the appendix, are © 2001 
the author. If you're interested in making one of these ideas 
into a movie, drop me a line. I can have a first draft within a 
week. :)

There is no Nicola. All characters are fictitious. The 
situations are made-up, if somewhat inspired by those 
'Centerfold Screentest' videos. There are a few names here 
that resemble those of real people: those people never took 
part in the fictional events portrayed, and no defamation is 
intended. This is only a fantasy, so any similarity to real 
persons and events is pure coincidence.

Authors note: I really should be writing my thesis. For a 
writing exercise, I began this story. It sort of fits into a cycle 
of stories about a young model from Australia who winds up 
having adventures in Hollywood. There may be more than 
this one story in me, I don't know. Like I said, it's pretty 
tame, more gratuitous nudity than sex. I hope you enjoy it. If 
you want to drop me a line, I'm 
sarah7932_killthisbitnofuckenspam@yahoo.co.uk but please 
keep it relevant to this story, positive or negative.

Special thanks to Maria Gonzales for the use of her character 
names Patricia Cruz and Britney Young.

Bikini Audition (MF FF exhib)

"This will be a bikini audition," Nicola's agent had told her 
on the phone. "Wear your string bikini, the pink one, it's the 
most revealing. Of course, that's just for starters. They'll 
expect you to show some skin."
   "Uh-huh," was Nicola's only response to this, as she jotting 
down the details of the audition. Less than six months ago, 
she'd been a young model, earning a living in her native 
Melbourne doing fashion, swimwear and some lingerie work. 
The thought of "showing some skin" had horrified her. Then 
she'd found a new agent. Suddenly, nude work didn't seem so 
bad. In fact, it was pretty neat! She'd begun shedding her 
inhibitions, and her clothes for her first nude layout in 
magazine, when her agent suggested she move to Los Angeles 
and start branching out.
   "The movie's called 'Bikini Bandits'. It's a T and A 
comedy, the usual stuff. You'll be reading for the part of 
Kelly. I'll send you over a tape of their last movie, 'Bikini 
Stewardesses' with your audition piece- give you an idea of 
what the part involves."
   Nicola already had a fair idea of what the part involved. It 
was the audition she was nervous about. She stood nude in 
front of her bedroom mirror, admiring her 20-year-old body. 
It was flawless, no work done and none needed. She had silky 
brown hair, and the bluest eyes ever. Her breasts were 
perfect, large enough to sway gracefully when she went bra-
less, but no so large that they sagged. Her nipples, soft and 
pink, puckered as if expecting a kiss. Her stomach was 
smooth and trim, not an ounce of fat, the legacy of a model's 
diet and exercise regime. Nicola had a rich, all-over tan, also 
a legacy from the old days, but back then she'd got it through 
sun-bed sessions, while these days she just saved herself a few 
bucks and tanned nude in the backyard, not caring who 
happened to be looking in. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a 
furry stripe, leading down toward her pussy. Nicola idly slide 
a couple fingers into herself. The change in her career had 
heightened her sexual desire. She had sex with far more men 
these days, and even started masturbating to get herself 
through the day.
  "One last thing," her agent had said. "I've called in a favor 
and got you the last slot in the line-up. It's a big advantage to 
a girl, so don't waste it." Nicola didn't quite know what he 
meant by that. She'd only been in LA for a couple of weeks, 
and only been to a couple of auditions. Mostly her agent had 
set her up to "entertain" industry men. Most of this 
entertainment had involved Nicola performing impromptu 
strip revues in hotel suites, or giving blow-jobs in limos to 
horny studio execs, but she didn't mind. It was helping her 
career by networking, and, to be honest, she was starting to 
enjoy it.
   That night, Nicola had learned her lines and watched 
"Bikini Stewardesses". It was actually quite funny, and the 
girls were very pretty. There was lots of gratuitous nudity, 
but nothing Nicola couldn't do herself. There were even a 
couple of naked guys in there, though of course they didn't 
get anywhere near the amount of exposure of the female stars. 
In fact, Nicola mused to herself, the girls are really the stars 
of the movie, the guys are only there to add a romantic 
subplot.
   Standing naked in front of her mirror, Nicola began to tie 
her bikini on. It was, to say the least, brief. The bottom 
consisted of a small, pink wedge which covered her pussy, 
and then disappeared into a thin string which slid deliciously 
between her legs and up between her butt cheeks. It tied 
together in a bow, which hung conspiciously off the side, 
daring anyone to strip Nicola nude just by giving it a gentle 
tug. The top was just as brief, two small triangles which 
covered the nipples, tied about Nicola's chest with a thin 
spaghetti string. Her impressive cleavage heaved precariously 
outward, and it looked like Nicola's tits were about to burst 
forth at any minute. The final touch was a pair of matching 
high-heels, to showcase her model's legs.
   She arrived at the audition, wearing a short satin robe over 
her bikini, and carrying her handbag. The building was a non-
descript office, in one of the quieter areas of Santa Monica. 
Nicola entered, a little nervous. The receptionist got her to 
sign a release, and directed her down the hall to the waiting 
room. There were four other girls, all dressed in bikinis, 
standing around. Some did their make-up, others looked 
through their audition pieces. No-one spoke. Nicola smiled 
nervously to her competitors, but none smiled back. Nicola 
stripped off her robe and folded it into her bag. She adjusted 
the strings on her bikini top, tugged at them to make her 
boobs bounce. It didn't need adjusting, but she wanted to 
psyche the others out abit.
   A woman entered from a door marked "Private". She was 
an attractive brunette, somewhere in her 20s, wearing a sexy 
but professional blue suit, consisting of a short skirt, and a 
blouse opened just enough to make out her bra-less breasts. 
Her face was beautiful, but businesslike, with her gold 
rimmed glasses and hair pinned back. Still, there was 
something familiar about her.
   "Good afternoon, girls. My name is Jennifer, and I'm the 
production manager for 'Bikini Bandits'. I know how nerve-
racking these auditions can be, so please just try and relax and 
have some fun." She smiled at them, and Nicola immediately 
felt herself at ease.
   The five actresses filed through the door Jennifer had just 
come through. Nicola felt like a champion racehorse on 
display, a fine young philly. Head up, chest proudly pushed 
out, she strode in just as she used to do on the catwalk. They 
entered what must be a conference room. The end they were 
in was brightly lit by windows and a skylight, and there was a 
video camera set up near by. The gloomy far end held a 
circular table, surrounded by chairs. Nicola could make out 
someone sitting in one of the chairs, but it was too dark to 
see. She knew from her limited experience it was probably 
the director, or maybe a producer.
   Jennifer put the actresses in a prearranged line up, with 
Nicola at the end on the right. She guessed this was the "last 
slot" her agent mentioned, but she failed to see how it helped 
her. Jennifer looked down the room toward whoever-he-was, 
and he gave her a nod.
   "OK, girls, the movie's called 'Bikini Bandits', a sexy 
comedy that's going to need a perky and very uninhibited lead 
for the role of Kelly." Her spiel was quickly putting the 
starlets as ease, and Nicola could feel the earlier atmosphere 
dissolve. Jennifer had a warm friendly smile, which she 
beamed at the line-up of near-naked thespians. "Pay will be 
triple-scale. The part does require some nudity, but it's very 
tasteful." Yeah, right, thought Nicola with a smirk. It's a real 
Halle Berry part, right for the character and not just 
gratuitous. "It can only be one of you," Jennifer continued, 
"But I'll wish all of you the best of luck. So, starting with the 
girl on the left down here, I want you to introduce yourselves 
to us all."
   The first girl, at the end furthermost from Nicola, was a 
short blonde, with a pretty face and the most enormous tits 
Nicola had ever seen. However, she'd foolishly chosen a one-
piece swimsuit that hid most of her body. "Hi, I'm Darcy, an 
aspiring actress from San Fernando."
   "Done much work?" asked Jennifer. Darcy gave a shy 
smile. "No, not yet. I've been to a few auditions, though."
   The next girl was also quite short, Hispanic, with good 
sized boobs and a lovely sweet face. "I'm Carina," she 
introduced herself. "I'm spending my vacation in LA, and just 
trying to get some summer work."
   The third girl was another blonde, very tall and skinny. She 
had quite small tits, but they pushed her bikini top quite far 
out. Nicola ruefully remembered that men liked skinny 
women with perky breasts. "I'm Alison, and I've been in a 
couple of movies already, hoping that 'Bikini Bandits' will be 
next."
   "Yeah? What other movies?"
   "I had leads in 'Undercover Cheerleaders' and 'Kristi 
Ducati's Bikini School', and I just did a video shoot in the 
Bahamas for a tape called 'Supermodel Skinnydip Party'."
   "Good," replied Jennifer, making notes on a clipboard.
   The fourth girl was black, with lovely dark skin. She, too, 
wore a string bikini, cunningly choosing black to make it look 
like she was naked even when wearing the suit. "I'm Julie, 
I'm a dancer, but I want to branch out into acting."
   "Do you mean stripper?" Jennifer asked.
   "Uh, yeah," Julie replied. Silently, Nicola breathed a sigh 
of relief. She's blown it now. "Which club?" asked Jennifer. 
"Headlights," Julie blurted. Yup, she'd definitely blown it. It 
was obvious she didn't enjoy stripping, and was embarrassed 
by her job.
   "Hi, I'm Nicola," she introduced herself, smiling for her 
audience. "But my friends call me 'Knickers'".
   "That's a very sexy accent. Are you Australian?" Jennifer 
asked.
   "Thank-you, yes. I'm from Melbourne. I was a model back 
home, but my agent has brought me over here to try movies."
   "What sort of modelling work did you do?" Jennifer asked. 
Nicola smiled, she wasn't going to make the same mistake as 
Julie. "Nude modelling. I used to do fashion, but I reckoned 
my best assets weren't being fully appreciated." She gave a 
naughty smile, which got a laugh from Jennifer. She made 
some more notes on her clipboard, and then announced, 
"Alright, girls, let's get those bikini tops off."
   Nicola tugged at the string behind her back, and then pulled 
her bikini top over her head. She tossed her hair slightly as 
she did so, ostensibly to free the tangle of bikini string, but 
also to allow her now uncovered boobs to wobble. Alison, the 
pro, didn't bat an eyelid either, and was quickly as topless as 
Nicola. Julie quickly stripped off too, but in Nicola's opinion 
it was a workmanlike performance. Darcy looked 
momentarily surprised, but seeing the other's removing their 
tops, she began struggling to pull her impractical one-piece 
down to her waist. Carina also took a moment to take in the 
direction, but was soon out of her top, too, her tawny tits 
swinging easily.
   "Nice, very nice," said Jennifer as she surveyed the bare-
breasted starlets before her. Nicola quickly slipped into a 
classic model's pose, chin up, chest thrust forward, hands on 
hips, one leg slightly forward, and an easy-going smile on her 
lips. She had a fabulous rack, and she wanted the unseen 
producer to know it. The other girls stood a little uneasy, with 
hands at their sides. Nicola was happily topless, pointing her 
boobs in the direction of her producer. She breathed easily, 
her chest rising and falling with each breath. She wanted them 
to know she loved to be naked, would be perfect for any role 
that required nudity, would be more than happy to shake her 
bare tits on cue if the movie required it.
   Jennifer moved back toward the dimly-lit conference table. 
She leaned over to whisper with the seated producer. Nicola 
noticed that, in their current position, he could probably see 
down Jennifer's blouse. Well, that just gave her an extra pair 
of tits to compete with. She stretched, cat-like, pushing her 
boobs further forward.
   After they finished, Jennifer approached the front of room. 
"Thanks. You can get dressed again now." All five girls 
rearranged themselves back into their bikini tops. Jennifer 
continued: "Next, I'll have you do a reading one by one, 
starting with Darcy. If the rest of you will return to the 
waiting room."
   Nicola filed out with the remaining three girls. They sat in 
silence again. Nicola felt a little odd, sitting around an office 
in the revealing bikini. It was a bit like being naked in public. 
Sure, she'd worn bikinis before, even in her old modelling 
days when she'd been a total prude, but this was different. 
Back then, she'd been modelling the suit. Now, she was 
modelling her own body, showing off as much of it as 
possible in order to get the part. That was what was so good 
about the change in her career, it made her feel so aware of 
her own body. She was gorgeous, and she wanted everyone to 
know it. Her sexuality had been awakened. Nicola shifted her 
position in the chair, crossing and uncrossing her smooth, 
tanned legs. The plastic contours of the seat seemed to grope 
her practically-bare ass. She was getting horny again.
   Jennifer would come in every half an hour or so to bring in 
the next girl. Nicola never saw them exit, so she supposed 
they were leaving by another door in the conference room. 
They went in the order of the line-up, leaving Nicola for last. 
She sat, alone and nervous, thinking about her audition. She 
needed to do something daring, something really hot to grab 
their attention. Toss the bikini now, and do the rest of the 
audition nude? No, they'd want to see her strip. They'd ask 
her to take it off at some point, but if Nicola could anticipate 
that, and get herself naked without them asking her, that 
would impress them. She needed an excuse, some way to 
"accidentally" lose what little clothes she had on. Nicola was 
still thinking when Jennifer came for her. 
   "Nicola, come on in," she said, flashing that warm smile of 
hers.
   Nicola entered back into the office. To her surprise, the 
room was now much better lit. She could see the conference 
table clearly, and the man who sat at it. He was middle aged, 
with grey hair. He wore an open shirt, and Nicola could see 
grey chest hairs peeking out. Jennifer led her over to him. 
"Nicola, this is the producer of 'Bikini Bandits', Mr. 
Spinetti."
   "How do you do, Nicola," he said, and offered his hand. 
As he was still seated, Nicola had to bend over to shake it. As 
she did so, her top hung open, and Nicola realised Mr. 
Spinetti could see pretty much all of her boobs right down to 
the nipple. Well, she thought, I might as well give him a 
show. 
   "Please, call me Knickers. It's a pleasure to meet you," 
Nicola replied, as he took her proffered hand. She leaned 
further forward, giving him a better view of her bulging tits. 
Mr. Spinetti's eyes flashed from Nicola's face to her cleavage 
and back again. Most of the front of her chest was exposed by 
the bikini, and she could feel his hot breath on her breasts. 
Nicola gave him a warm inviting smile, letting him know it 
was OK to look. He got the hint, and returned to staring at 
the swell of Nicola's perfect bosom as it threatened to pop out 
of her bikini top. "The pleasure is all mine," Mr. Spinetti said 
without looking up from Nicola's chest. He shook her hand, 
causing her breasts to wobble. "That's a cute nickname. I bet 
there's a funny story behind it."
   "Yeah," Nicola replied. "I was 16, at school. We had P.E. 
one day, only I forgot to wear any underwear. I didn't 
remember until I was changing into my P.E. gear. So the 
girls started calling me Knickers. It kinda stuck with me." 
Nicola blushed as Mr. Spinetti and Jennifer chuckled. In fact 
it was a little white lie, her agent had dreamt up the nickname 
a few months ago.
   "Alright," said Mr. Spinetti, getting back to business. 
"We're going to be taping this audition, if that's OK?"
   "That's fine," replied Nicola. Mr. Spinetti had reluctantly 
torn his attention from the show, so Nicola stood up straight 
to show off her body in a different position.
   "We're going to have you read, and then we'll need to see 
you dance, and then... we'd like to see you take some clothes 
off."
   "Sure," said Nicola with a laugh, "I'm practically there 
already." She ran her hand down her bare stomach, 
emphasising her near-nudity.
   Jennifer led Nicola over to her mark, and then stepped 
behind the camera. The red light winked on, and it was time 
for Nicola to convince Mr. Spinetti to cast her. She put on her 
best party-girl smile and looked down the lens as sexy as the 
near-naked Australian starlet could.
   "Hi, my name is Nicola, but you can call me Knickers. I'm 
20 years old, and a model and aspiring actress from 
Melbourne, Australia. I'm 5'9", and my measurements are 
38, 25, 35." Each number was accompanied by her hands 
indicating what was what; cupping her breasts, sliding down 
her abdomen, and ending up on her hips. "Are they real?" 
Mr. Spinetti asked, eyeing her tits. Nicola giggled, "They 
sure are!"
   "Alright, Knickers," said Jennifer, playfully savoring the 
nickname. "The scene you'll be reading is just after Kelly has 
been robbed by the Bikini Bandits. You're standing on the 
highway with your best friend, wondering what to do next." 
Nicola, of course, already knew the piece off by heart. For 
the sake of her career she only had to pretend to be a bimbo, 
not actually be one.
   "'Kelly!'" said Jennifer, reading the other part, "'what 
happened to you?'"
   "'I was robbed,'" Nicola replied. "'These masked girls in 
bikinis held me up, stole all my money, and took all my 
clothes!'"
   Nicola mimed trying to cover her body, one arm across her 
boobs, the other hand on her crotch. She was wearing the 
string bikini, of course, but it wasn't hard to imagine her 
naked. The part required her to try and cover her tits without 
actually covering her tits. 'Kelly' punctuated the words with a 
casual flick of her hands, which of course revealed the parts 
she was trying to hide.
   "'I can't go to spring break naked,'" Nicola continued, 
"'I'll need at least some clothes to take off.'"
   "'There's a bar not far from here,'" read Jennifer, "'But 
with no money, I don't know what we'll do.'"
   "'It's OK, men always tend to get real generous when I'm 
naked,'" Nicola quipped.
   "'It's a biker bar. Pretty rough crowd.'"
   "'Well, I'll do anything to get some clothes.'" Nicola 
emphasised the 'anything' to let the viewer know they'll what 
to keep watching. "'Then I swear I'll get those Bikini Bandits 
back for what they did to me!'"
   In the script, Kelly and her friend started to walk down the 
highway.
   "'This must be pretty embarrassing for you,'" said Jennifer. 
"'Nah, it's OK,'" Nicola replied. "'I'm a nurse. I'm used to 
people seeing me naked.'"
   "'Don't you mean you're used to seeing other people 
naked?'" read Jennifer.
   "'No,'" Nicola replied with a naughty smile.
   "Cut," called Mr. Spinetti with a laugh. "Great Knickers, I 
love the way you play the humor in that."
   "Yeah, it's pretty funny." Nicola replied. It was silly, but 
funny all the same.
   "You're playing Kelly as quite witty and savvy," said Mr. 
Spinetti. "How about we go through it again, this time with 
Kelly as quite ditzy and blonde." 
   "OK." They ran through the scene again, this time Nicola 
played Kelly as a bimbo. Her expression became wide-eyed 
and vacant, her voice became breathless and a bit higher. This 
Kelly didn't get the connection between men being generous 
to her and her being nude, or why nurses shouldn't be seen 
naked by their patients instead of the other way round. 
Personally, Nicola found the first way funnier, with Kelly 
using her body to gain an advantage, knowing full well the 
effect of every bounce and jiggle. It was more like Nicola's 
own approach to life and her career.
   Mr. Spinetti was satisfied with the second reading. As 
Jennifer produced a cassette player, he explained the next part 
of the audition: "There are some dancing scenes in the movie, 
so we need to see your stuff. Be sure to give it all you've got, 
if you know what I mean." Nicola nodded. She knew what he 
meant.
   The tape began to play, a booming house beat. Nicola 
began to dance. She let the primal throb invade her body, and 
take over her movements. She channelled the thump of the 
music into her chest, making it the focus of her undulations. 
Nicola threw her head back, and shook her chest at the 
camera. Her tits swung violently, and the inevitable 
happened. Nicola's right boob popped out of her bikini top 
and bounced free.
   Nicola stopped for a second. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, and 
proceeded to slip the errant breast back into its cup. "That's 
quite all right. Please, continue."
   She started dancing again. Of course, it had been no 
accident. Nicola knew how to get a producer's attention. She 
continued with the wild movements, and, sure enough, her 
left boob also made a bid for freedom, bouncing out of 
Nicola's top and quivering gently.
   She stopped again. "Would it be OK if I just took this off?" 
Nicola asked innocently. "Sure," replied Mr. Spinetti, "Go 
right ahead." Nicola untied her top and tossed it aside. That 
was definitely better. Unencumbered by the bikini, Nicola's 
tits stood proudly on display. The lack of tan lines let 
everyone know that being naked was second nature to her. 
Nicola's nipples were hard with excitement. She started 
dancing again, feeling more natural and relaxed. Nicola shook 
her boobs wildly, grinning into the camera. The gyrations we 
a kind of reality test for her tits, in this situation falsies would 
flap sickeningly on her chest, while the genuine article 
bounced smoothy, following the natural rhythm of the rest of 
her body. Nicola's perfect tits passed the test with flying 
colors. She switched her gaze from the camera to Mr. 
Spinetti. He sat transfixed, his eyes shining at the sight of the 
topless twenty-year-old dancing for him. There was a tell-tale 
bulge in his pants. Nicola smiled, pleased. She was making 
good points.
   "Thanks, that's enough," Mr. Spinetti said at last. Jennifer 
stopped the tape. Nicola was out of breath from the exertion, 
her chest rising and falling rapidly as she got her puff back.
   "Mmm, nice tits," Jennifer murmured. "That's wonderful, 
that really is," said Mr. Spinetti, clearly impressed with 
Nicola's talent. "Thank-you," she replied, to both of them.
   "Well, the only thing left to ask you about is the nudity. Do 
you have a problem with that?"
   Nicola laughed. She stood, hands on hips, smiling at my 
Mr. Spinetti, letting him drink in the sight of her exquisite 
body with nothing between him and her pussy but a thin strip 
of material. "Why not? I'm nude now aren't I?" She trailed 
her forefinger between her breasts, reminding him or her state 
of undress, as if he could forget.
  "Honey, this is topless. I'm talking full-nudity. To an agent, 
that's the difference between and double and triple scale. To 
an MPAA censor, that's the difference between an R and an 
Unrated cert. And to the average slob in the video store, 
that's the difference between seeing your tits or seeing your 
tits and your bush."
   Nicola gave a naughty smile. She tugged at the bow that 
secured her bikini bottoms. They fell at her shapely ankles. 
She stood before them now, fully naked. Jennifer and Mr. 
Spinetti's gazes fell upon the enchanting stripe of pubic hair at 
Nicola's crotch. It was, like the rest of her, free from tan 
lines. The only sound was the whir of the video camera. 
"How's this?" Nicola asked playfully. She slipped into a 
model's pose, bringing her hands up behind her head, which 
lifted her tits toward the audience. She continued to run her 
fingers through her long chestnut hair, smiling seductively. 
She widened her stance abit, opening her legs, giving 
tempting glimpses of the opening of her pussy. Mr. Spinetti 
finally remembered what he was supposed to be doing, and 
starting giving Nicola directions.
   "Turn slightly, give us a profile. Nice." Nicola turned her 
body, edging her ass toward the camera. "Turn all the way 
around." She did so, and looked back over her shoulder with 
a kittenish smile. "Nice, very nice." Nicola turned back 
facing him, hands on hips, standing on tip-toe. Her boobs 
bounced deliciously as she moved. Her nipples were hard 
bullets. She couldn't stop smiling. She loved being naked, 
loved showing off. How different Knickers was to the Nicola 
of only a few months ago. She giggled, causing her tits to 
shake.
   "Great, thank-you," said Mr. Spinetti at last. He clearly had 
enjoyed himself as much as Nicola. "That's all for now." 
Jennifer switching the camera off.
   "Thanks," Nicola replied with a laugh. "It was fun."
   "Listen," Mr. Spinetti asked. "How'd you like to have 
dinner with me, right now?"
   "Well, all I've got to wear is my bikini," she gestured to 
her swimsuit, which was still lying on the floor.
   "That's OK, we can go to my place. Very private, you can 
wear whatever you like."
   Suddenly, Nicola realised that this was the advantage being 
last gave her- she was the one he was asking back to his place 
for 'dinner'. She smiled, "They'd be great."
   Nicola retrieved her bikini and starting to tie on the top. 
Jennifer knelt by her waist. "Here, let me help you." She 
slipped Nicola's bikini bottoms on her, and tied up the string. 
Jennifer's face was so close to Nicola's bottom that she could 
feel her warm breath on her skin. Nicola wondered if 
Jennifer's interest in her body was entirely professional or, 
like Mr. Spinetti, she had the hots for her. Finished, Jennifer 
patted Nicola on her shapely behind. "There, all done."
   It was late afternoon as all three walked out into the car 
park. It was a typically hot LA day, and Nicola felt 
comfortable in just her bikini. Mr. Spinetti approached a 
black BMW, with the license plate "TA". 
   "Why don't you ride me? Jennifer can take your car," 
suggested Mr. Spinetti. As Nicola's car was just a Honda, she 
jumped at the chance to ride in a Beamer. After handing her 
keys to Jennifer, Nicola sat into the leather seat of Mr. 
Spinetti's car. She gave a yelp- it was hot against her bare 
skin. Mr. Spinetti chuckled. Nicola slid back into the seat, her 
bare bottom slipping sensuously across the leather. It was 
rather more comfortable than the plastic chair. She wriggled, 
producing a few rude noises, but very pleasurable sensations. 
The string bikini rode up on her, slipping between her pussy 
lips. Nicola let out a second sound, this one of groan of 
satisfaction. She didn't bother to adjust her suit, and she could 
feel herself begin to moisten. Nicola hoped Mr. Spinetti 
didn't mind too much her leaving a snail trail on his leather 
upholstery.
   They rode northward along the Pacific Coast Highway. 
Nicola still didn't know her way around LA very well. She 
sat enjoying the ride, wearing nothing but her string bikini. 
She wondered what would happen if they got pulled over, but 
she guessed attire like hers was pretty common on the roads.
   "How did you feel about the audition?" Mr. Spinetti asked.
   "It was good," Nicola replied, then added, "It kinda felt 
like you weren't so much as auditioning me as auditioning my 
tits."
   He laughed in reply. "Yeah, I guess we were."
   "Well, did my tits get the part?" Nicola asked.
   "We'll see."
   Finally, they pulled up to a large house that looked to 
Nicola like a mansion, a beautiful old villa surrounded by 
desert hills. It lay among a wide sprawl of well-manicured 
lawns. As Mr. Spinetti parked the car, she stood out front 
admiring his home. "Wow," she said. "Impressive, isn't it?" 
asked Mr. Spinetti. "It's huge," breathed Nicola. "I didn't 
realise you made so much money."
   "You mean, out of making such low-rent movies? It's the 
overheads," he said, leading her inside. "Something like 
'Pearl Harbor' costs 300 million. But it won't even make that 
back at the box office. 'Bikini Stewardesses' cost 300 
thousand. It's made nearly fifty mill world wide so far. 
Course, not all that money goes to me, but as I'm principal 
investor, I get the biggest share. And then a big chunk of that 
is going into 'Bikini Bandits'. And the profits from that into 
the next project. It snowballs."
   Nicola's eyes lit up. A slice of $50,000,000. This was the 
kind of money she wanted to make in Hollywood. If baring 
her tits in cheesy T & A movies was the way to do it, then so 
be it.
   He gave her the grand tour. Nicola had ditched her heels, 
and was now padding around the marble floors in her bare 
feet. As he took her around, Mr. Spinetti was finding more 
excuses to touch Nicola's body, guiding her with an arm 
slipped around her waist. He was more interested in the view 
that Nicola presented to him. It was all very casual, and they 
continued to chat as he groped her ever more adventurously. 
"I'll make maybe 5 feature movies a year. Then all the taped 
auditions for those, like yours this afternoon, get put together 
in a compilation. I'll make maybe 2 or 3 of those." Nicola 
was beginning to realise that her audition hadn't ended when 
the camera stopped rolling. As he held her close, he brazenly 
peered down her bikini top at her tits. Nicola smiled, 
encouraging him to go further. "I'm always on the look-out 
for new talent," leered Mr. Spinetti. "You're on the look-out 
for something," Nicola replied with a smirk, feeling like one 
of the characters in his movies. They walked on.
   "And this is the master bedroom," announced Mr. Spinetti. 
Before her stood a magnificent four-poster bed, draped in 
silk, like something out of an old romantic movie. Nicola felt 
Mr. Spinetti's hand slide from her waist down her lower back 
to rest gently on her ass. "It's beautiful," she breathed.
   Suddenly, someone entered the room. Nicola turned, 
surprised to see who it was.
   "Dinner will be ready soon," said Jennifer. She gave Nicola 
a sly smile.
   "Knickers, why don't you go down stairs with Jennifer," 
Mr. Spinetti said. "I got a few things to catch up on first."
   Nicola followed Jennifer downstairs to the spacious lounge. 
"Drink?" she asked. "Um, G&T?" Nicola replied. 
   After fixing the drinks, Jennifer let out a sigh of 
exhaustion. She unpinned her hair and shook it loose, framing 
her pretty face in brunette locks. "God it feels good to 
unwind," she said. Jennifer kicked off her shoes, and then to 
Nicola's surprise, unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the 
floor. Nicola could see she was wearing white lace panties, 
barely covered by the white shirt. Jennifer undid a few more 
buttons, but otherwise left it on. She slumped into a chair 
opposite Nicola, and raised her long legs to put her feet on a 
footrest. Nicola should see a brown nipple peaking out at her 
through the open blouse. Suddenly, she recognised Jennifer.
   "Hey, you played Melissa in 'Bikini Stewardesses'!"
   "Guilty," Jennifer smirked.
   "But I thought you were a production manager?"
   "I was, too, on 'Bikini Stewardesses'. But three days before 
shooting, our lead actress got cold feet. Or cold tits, if you've 
ever seen 'Takin' It Off'. Anyway, we needed to recast at the 
last moment. I gamely stepped into the breach." She took a 
long gulp of her drink. "I was soooo nervous, it was the first 
time I'd ever been naked in public. Mr. Spinetti tried to be 
really nice, schedule all the clothed scenes first, but as ex-
production manager I put my foot down and insisted on an 
efficient shooting order instead. So I wound up with a nude 
scene on my first day." She laughed.
   "It must've been tough for you."
   "It was at first. But I really got into it. By the time we 
wrapped, I would forget when I had clothes on and when I 
didn't. The director would call 'cut', and I'd wander around 
the set stark naked."
   "Do you think you'll do it again?"
   "Oh, sure," Jennifer replied. "Tomorrow, in fact. We're 
doing the DVD release of 'Bikini Stewardesses'. One of the 
special features will be exclusive galleries of all the girls. So 
I've got a nude photoshoot tomorrow morning." She giggled. 
"And 'Bikini Stewardesses' was so popular that we're going 
to do a sequel after 'Bikini Bandits'." As she sipped her 
drink, a naughty smile crept across Jennifer's lips. "Do you 
remember the scene where Melissa and Debbie distract the 
FAA inspector by making out?"
   "Yeah?"
   Jennifer gave a smug smile. "That was the first time I'd 
ever had sex with another girl."
   Nicola sipped her drink, and wondered who was going to 
get her into bed first, Mr. Spinetti or Jennifer. Or would it be 
a tie?
   Jennifer patted the spot on the sofa next to her. "Why don't 
you come and sit by me?" Nicola smiled and moved over 
beside her. The brunette looked at her with soft brown eyes. 
"Have you ever had sex with another woman?" she asked. 
"Once, I..." But Nicola trailed off. She was lost in those 
eyes. She parted her lips and leant forward. Jennifer slipped 
an arm around her naked waist and pulled Nicola toward her. 
Their lips met, and they kissed. Nicola obediently opened her 
mouth, and let Jennifer slip her tongue inside. She was soon 
probing deeply down Nicola's throat. It was not like being 
kissed by a man, gentle but passionate at the same time. 
Nicola sucked greedily on her tongue. She felt Jennifer's 
fingers at her chest, tugging aside the right panel of the bikini 
top. Fingers danced around Nicola's nipple. It sprung to 
attention, red and hot, demanding to be suckled. Nicola was 
really getting into the mood when Mr. Spinetti entered the 
room. He'd changed into swim shorts and a Hawaiian shirt.
  "Come on, girls," he said playfully, "dinner's getting cold."
  Jennifer stood up and followed her boss into the dinning 
room. Nicola, a little disappointed, slipped her nipple back 
into place, and joined them.
   It was a delicious meal, a simple pasta dish that Mr. 
Spinetti boasted was his own recipe. As they ate, the 
conversation remained light, but Nicola could sense her hosts 
hungrily eyeing up her boobs as they swung barely contained 
by her bikini top. Nicola now felt perfectly at ease in the 
revealing swimsuit, it was the most natural feeling in the 
world to walk around with her ass bare and her tits practically 
hanging out. They talked about Nicola's home, which the two 
Los Angelites were curious about.
   "Is it true it's all topless sunbathing in Australia?" Mr. 
Spinetti asked.
   "Uh-huh," Nicola replied. "Along the Gold Coast, it's 
nothing but bare boobs as far as the eye can see!"
   "I'd love to go there," Jennifer said wistfully. "Try and 
sunbathe topless here and they lead you away in handcuffs."
   "Did you do much topless sunbathing?" Mr. Spinetti asked. 
Nicola shook her head. "Believe it or not, I used to be really 
shy."
   "But you used to model nude?"
   "Yeah, but before then I was with this agency in 
Melbourne. My agent Ally always steered me away from that 
sort of work. Only catwalk, fashion, swimwear, lingerie. All 
very tame. I used to be so prissy back then." Nicola wrinkled 
her nose in distaste. "But then I got this new agent. He made 
it clear that I was wasting my talent doing all that sort of 
stuff. He convinced me I had a fantastic body, and if I 
showed more of it off, I could make alot of money. So I 
agreed to pose for a nude shoot. I was really nervous, but it 
turned out great."
   In fact, Phil the photographer had known Nicola for some 
time, and had always been trying to get her to pose nude for 
him. She'd refused though, calling him a pervert. When, 
thanks to her new agent, Nicola had finally relented and 
agreed to bare all, it was Phil she was sent off to pose for. 
Nicola ended up really enjoying herself, spending a very nice 
evening cavorting naked around his studio. Afterward, she'd 
really felt bad about the way she treated him. She'd been a 
complete bitch, and all he wanted was to see her nude. To 
make it up to Phil, Nicola had fucked him there on the set. He 
got some photos of that too, for his private collection.
   "That set was published in 'The Picture', that's a girlie 
magazine we've got down there. Then I went on and did a set 
for Australian Penthouse. My agent said I was coming along 
nicely, and thought it was time I came over here to try my 
luck at movies."
   "And here you are," Mr. Spinetti said with a hungry look in 
his eye. "And here I am," Nicola replied.
   They finished up the meal. Jennifer took the dishes into the 
kitchen and started to stack them in the dish washer. Mr. 
Spinetti disappeared through the French windows. Nicola 
gave Jennifer a hand. "So, do you live here too?" she asked. 
Jennifer shook her head. "I have a place in Pacific Palisades. 
I just, uh, 'sleep over' sometimes."
   From somewhere outside, Nicola could hear Mr. Spinetti 
calling for her. "You'd better go," Jennifer said. "The final 
part of your audition."
   Nicola padded outside, enjoying the Californian sunset on 
her bare skin. She wandered down the garden, following a 
brick path amongst a sea of ferns. Nicola wondered if the 
others girls would've been as eager as she was, if they'd had 
the coveted last position. She guessed the pros Alison and 
Julie would, while newbies Darcy and Carina would balk. Or 
maybe it would be the other way around, with the 
professionals figuring they didn't need it, and the beginners 
desperate for a break. Nicola shook the question aside. She 
was the best girl for this part. She had the best body, and she 
was the most willing to show it off. And that was why she 
was going to get the part. Nicola emerged from the greenery 
to find herself standing beside a bubbling hot and very 
inviting jacuzzi. Mr. Spinetti, lounging in the water, grinned 
up at her. "Why don't you toss the suit, and come join me?"
   Nicola smirked, feeling naughty. She wanted to tease him. 
"I don't know. The purpose of a bikini is to go bathing in. 
I've been wearing this all day and I haven't been near water. 
It would rather defeat the purpose to take it off now."    
   Mr. Spinetti laughed. "Honey, the purpose of that bikini is 
to show off that fantastic body of yours. It would fulfil that 
purpose a whole lot better lying on the ground over there."
   Nicola giggled at the logic. She tugged at the bows on 
either side of her hips. Her whisper-small bikini bottoms slid 
to her ankles. She reached behind her, and untied the top. It 
popped free, baring her tits. The no-longer-needed bikini was 
thrown into the garden. Nicola stood by the jacuzzi, posing 
for Mr. Spinetti, much as she'd done before. But this time it 
wasn't his producer's eye he cast over her. It was naked lust. 
Mr. Spinetti wanted to fuck Nicola, and she wanted to let 
him. "Well, what do you think?" she asked, cupping her 
boobs.
   "Mmm-mm, you are one damn fine piece of ass," he 
replied. "You'll go far in this business, trust me."
   Nicola slipped into the water beside Mr. Spinetti. He 
wrapped his arm around her slender waist, pulling her toward 
him. Nicola's hand moved to his submerged lap, and found 
his bare cock, hard and eager for her starlet pussy. Mr. 
Spinetti's mouth went to Nicola's left nipple, and began to 
suck greedily. Waves of pleasure travelled up her body. She 
caressed his cock, trailing her manicured nails across his 
balls. At her chest, Mr. Spinetti switched his attention to her 
right nipple.
   "I want you," Nicola moaned. "I need you here in my 
pussy." Mr. Spinetti complied, slipping two fingers into 
Nicola. Her greedy cunt slurped them down, and she began to 
fuck his hand, bucking her hips in the water. Nicola returned 
the favor, pumping his cock in her hand. It was thick and 
hard. Nicola was even hornier than she realised, and soon she 
was moaning aloud in ecstasy, her voice echoing across the 
neighbourhood.
   Nicola felt Mr. Spinetti withdraw his hand from her cunt. 
He turned her around, and Nicola noticed Jennifer sitting 
naked on the other edge of the jacuzzi, her legs trailing in the 
water. Her thighs were apart, and Nicola could she her 
glistening nether-lips. "Come on, baby," Jennifer whispered. 
"Come and get some pussy."
   Nicola moved through the water toward her, guided by Mr. 
Spinetti. Jennifer leant back, resting her head on a towel at 
the pool's edge. Nicola knelt on a shelf in the jacuzzi, leaning 
forward into a position where she was directly over Jennifer, 
with her ass in the air. Nicola and Jennifer began to make 
out, their tongues swirling around and then diving into each 
other's mouths. Nicola could feel Mr. Spinetti taking up 
position behind her. Her pussy lips were hot and raw, both 
from the water and burning need to be fucked. His hands 
were on her hips, holding her, positioning her. Nicola felt her 
new producer's hard cock against her pussy lips. Still kissing 
Jennifer, she reached behind her to slide him into home. With 
a slurp, Mr. Spinetti's cock slid effortless into Nicola's cunt. 
She let out a moan of pleasure. Her flat model's stomach 
muscles began to ripple with what would be the first of many 
orgasms that night.
   Needless to say, Nicola got the part. It was just the start of 
her adventures in Hollywood.

END

Appendix: 
Brief synopsis of movies mentioned. None of these titles 
actually exist, so don't go down to Blockbuster and ask if 
they've got em.

"Bikini Bandits"
Enroute to Spring Break, co-ed Kelly (Nicola Baron) is 
waylaid by Texas' most underhand, and underdressed, 
outlaws the Bikini Bandits. Stripped of her money, and her 
clothes, Kelly takes to dancing at a local bar to earn enough 
cash to pay her way back across country. But first she vows 
revenge upon the Bikini Bandits, by beating them at their own 
game.

"Bikini Stewardesses"
When young businesswoman Melissa (Jennifer Dempster) 
inherits her uncle's failing small-time airline, it seems nothing 
can save it from bankruptcy. A late night movie provides the 
answer, and Melissa tries outfitting her stewardesses in 
bikinis as the key to sex-cess. But trouble is brewing as a 
rival airline AirGlobal tries to shut them down. It's up to 
Melissa to trade her suit for a bikini, and make sure her  
passengers enjoy one wild ride.

"Bikini Stewardesses II: The Next Generation"
Fresh from graduation, Kelly (Nicola Baron) sets her sights 
on Bikini Airways as a job with fun possibilities. Buckle up 
and prepare to fly the very friendly skies, as Kelly and the 
other aspiring Bikini Stewardesses love, laugh and strip their 
way to hilarity at 30,000ft. But it's not just eager passengers 
the girls must deal with, as AirGlobal again tries to muscle in 
on the sexy action. Guest starring: Jennifer Dempster ("Bikini 
Stewardesses").

"Kristi Ducati's Bikini School"
Sexy superstar Kristi Ducati (herself) finds that running a 
modelling school is much harder than just being a model. 
When Kristi and her sexy students enter an international 
bikini modelling contest, with $500,000 prize money up for 
grabs, they'll stop at nothing to win. This is one beauty 
pageant that gets down to the bare essentials, but these girls 
give it all they've got for some very sexy fun.

"Supermodel Skinnydip Party"
Filmed on location in the Bahamas, this sensuous video takes 
six gorgeous supermodels and lets them loose in their natural 
habitat: buck naked. "Supermodel Skinnydip Party" lets you 
the viewer see what goes on- and what comes off- behind the 
scenes at an exotic photoshoot. It's your passport to paradise. 
Starring: Tammy Parks, Alison Lamont, Leslee Bremmer, 
Bunny, Angela Monroe and Busty Muffins.

"Undercover Cheerleaders"
Chaos threatens when supervillian Artemis Blarb ("Austin 
Powers 2"'s Verne Troyer) vows to destroy the 1999 Bikini 
Cheerleading Championships unless he is paid 1 million 
dollars! It's up to LA's hottest cop Patricia Cruz (TV's 
"Scenic Places" Britney Young in her movie debut) to suit up 
and strip down in the sexiest undercover operation you'll ever 
see. Will America's right to T&A be taken away by the forces 
of evil? Only Patricia and her crack team of cheerleading 
cuties can save the day.
