Title: Nicola Gets A Woody
Author: Knickers
Universe: Nicola Adventures
Keywords: FF, 1st, celeb, exhib
Summary: Nicola is nominated for a prestigious award and ends up seducing a famous starlet.

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 © 2001 the author. 

There is no Nicola. All characters are fictitious. The 
situations are made-up. 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.

Author's note: This is the third "Nicola Adventure" after 
"Bikini Audition" and "Hollywood Party Hostesses". Please 
don't email me asking for these stories, you can find them 
in a Usenet archive such as deja or possibly ASSM's own 
archive. This Nicola Adventure is a little bit different, 
my "The Spy Who Loved Me" if you will. :) 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. 
Thanks to everyone who has taken the time to email me 
regarding my work, it is much appreciated.

The character of Tabbitha Young was created by Maria 
Gonzales.

"Nicola Gets A Woody" (FF 1st celeb exhib)
or
"The Starlets"

Nicola smiled to herself as she slipped on her favorite 
little black dress. Tonight was her night, and she was 
going out. She wouldn't be required to strip, or have sex 
with anyone she just met. And it was all because her, 
Nicola, Aussie girl made good, a twenty-year old model-
turned-actress with nothing to her name by a fabulous body 
and a new-found willingness (desire, even!) to show it 
off, was nominated for a "Starlet" Award. Nicola's smile 
became a grin.
   Tonight was the 2001 Annual B Movie Awards, also known 
as the "Woodys" after the late, great Edward D. Wood Jr. 
Nicola wasn't just tagging along to get her picture taken 
by the paparazzi, oh no, she had been nominated for an 
award, the prestigious Starlet Award for Best New Comer.
   Nicola stood in front of her mirror, adjusting her 
breasts inside the low cut dress. It was a gorgeous wee 
number, little more than a thin curtain of black silk 
around her luscious body, held in place by two thin 
spaghetti straps over her golden tanned shoulders. The 
front was scooped, revealing the swell of her boobs. 
Nicola allowed herself a quick peak down her own dress to 
check out her generous boobs and delicious pink nipples. 
Nicola had a fabulous chest and she was justly proud of 
it. Her 38-25-35 body was evenly tanned all-over from head 
to foot. Nicola had been a professional model in her 
native Melbourne since she was 16. However, the work had 
been all pretty demure: swimsuit, fashion, catwalk, maybe 
the odd lingerie shoot. Back then, the bashful Nicola had 
maintained her all-over tan with private sunbed sessions. 
But a few months ago, all that changed. Nicola realised 
her greatest assets were yet to be fully appreciated. A 
new agent brought a new direction in her career. Nicola 
did her first nude modelling shoot, and loved it. After a 
spread in Australian Penthouse, her new agent suggested 
she come to Hollywood to get a little more "exposure". And 
that was precisely what she had got. If Nicola harbored 
any inhibitions before, they were gone now. These days, 
her all-over tan was kept in shape by stretching out nude 
on a sunlounger behind her condo building, much to the 
delight of her neighbors. Nicola had worked as a hostess 
at Hollywood parties wearing nothing more than a smile. 
She had entertained studio execs with some very private 
lap dances. She had worked a promotion at a bikini 
carwash, which thanks to Nicola quickly became a bikini-
less carwash. She had hailed a cab nude on Hollywood 
Boulevard. She had even been talked into stripping on live 
TV by cable talk-show host Tony Moroni.
   Nicola sighed. It was almost a shame to keep her 
fabulous tits covered all night. Technically, though, they 
wouldn't be, as a clip from her nominated movie, "Bikini 
Bandits" would be shown and, given that Nicola's clothed 
screen time was about 42 seconds, it would almost 
certainly be a nude scene. Nicola was looking forward to a 
quiet evening with no sexy surprises in store. 
   A limo carried Nicola to the awards. Somehow, they 
managed to arrange the ceremony to be held at the AFI 
again. Thank God for cultural studies, Nicola mused, 
reflecting on how the growing academic interest in pop 
culture meant that thousands of horny college boys could 
now write essays on movies such as "Bikini Stewardesses 
2".
   They arrived, and Nicola stepped out onto a red carpet. 
It had always been a fantasy of hers, and this time it was 
for real. The cameras flashed, the photographers called 
her name. She smiled at them, leaning forward, teasing 
them with a hint of nipple popping out of her dress. It 
was only the B movie awards- the carpet was faded, the 
paparazzi were from cheap tabloids and nudie magazines, 
but it was something. Nicola basked in her moment of 
glory.
   Nicola briefly felt a little sad that she was dateless 
tonight. She had no steady boyfriend, and frankly, she 
didn't want one. The oodles of casual sex she was getting 
was quite enough. It was a shame her friend Jennifer 
couldn't be here. During the shooting of "Bikini 
Stewardesses 2", Jennifer had met a man and fallen in 
love. They had married, and Jennifer, retired from movie 
making, now lived the life of a housewife somewhere in the 
mid-west. Nicola felt a pang of sadness at the loss of her 
friend and sometime lover, but at the same time happy that 
she had found her soulmate.
   Inside, the diningroom-turned-studio was ready for the 
show to begin. The awards were being broadcast on the TNA 
network, and had become a popular annual event on that 
cable channel.
   As the awards started, Nicola took her seat with the 
rest of the people from "Bikini Bandits". Mr. Spinetti was 
there, with his latest discovery, a Russian-born 
supermodel named Titania (but whom everyone called Tits) 
who, like Nicola, had come to the States to seek fame and 
fortune. The Baltic beauty perched on Mr. Spinetti's lap, 
giggling into his ear. Also there was Kent Dusic, the 
dispensable male lead in the film, accompanied by his 
"friend" Rick. Kent looked over at Nicola and gave her a 
wink, and she suppressed a laugh. The two had had a great 
deal of fun on the movie, and Nicola had often found 
herself wishing he was straight. He was nominated for the 
less than prestigious Woody For Best Male Performance, and 
it was agreed that if Jennifer won Best Female, then he 
and Nicola would go up and accept on her behalf.
   Finally, the ceremony began. It hosted by the same 
talk-show host who had convinced Nicola to give her all on 
his show, Tony Moroni, accompanied by his side-kick and 
hostess Kitten Magee. She was wearing considerably more 
clothes this time, though her sleek figure was well-served 
by the sparkling-pink gown she wore tonight. The two 
launched into their usual schtick, him being funnier than 
Johnny and her being shapelier than Ed McMahon, and with 
that the 2001 Annual B Movie Awards were away.
   To Nicola it seemed an interminable wait. The Woody for 
Best Female went not to Jennifer as they'd hoped, but to 
that ex-TV bimbo Tabbitha Young. She'd bounded on stage 
wearing a strapless gown. As she victorious waved the 
statue above her head, both her nipples popped into view, 
much to the delight of the audience, giving the TV viewers 
something that had long been denied to them on "Scenic 
Places". As she clapped unenthusiastically, Nicola could 
feel the tension building in her stomach. The "Starlet" 
Award was one of the biggies, and came very late in the 
show, right before Best Movie.
   Finally, Kitten took the podium. "And now, ladies and 
gentlemen, to present the Starlet Award for Best New 
Comer, please welcome the talented actress who won that 
very award back in 1993 for her starring role in 'Bikini 
Carwash Company', Miss Kristi Ducati."
   The audience applause put Tabbitha's nipples in the 
shade. The radiant star took the stage, beaming down at 
the audience. For a moment Nicola was so struck by the 
actress's beauty she forgot the squirming in her stomach. 
Kristi was a tall green-eyed brunette, with a considerable 
bust tucked inside a white sequined gown. As far as Nicola 
was concerned, her smile lit up the auditorium. As the 
applause finally died down, Kristi spoke, her lilting 
voice ringing out across the PA.
   "Our industry relies upon new faces, and new bodies 
[audience laughter] to bring our viewers more exciting, 
more thrilling, more sexy stories. Tonight's three 
nominees have proved they've got what it takes to be a 
star, and are more than willing to bend over backwards to 
please their fans. Just like me back then," she added with 
a titter.
   "The nominees for the Starlet Award for Best New Comer 
are...
   "Nicola Baron, as Kelly in 'Bikini Bandits'." A 
splattering of applause broke out, and Kristi turned to 
the overhead screen behind her where Nicola's clip was 
playing.
###
   A smoky bar, the usual type of dive found in B movies. 
Bikers rubbed shoulders (and other body parts) with 
topless waitresses. Suddenly, the saloon doors burst open, 
and Kelly stood stark naked in the entrance, making a poor 
attempt to cover her breasts and her crotch.
   "I've been robbed," she cried. "It don't look like that 
to me," someone called out.
   "Yup, that'll be them bikini bandits that'arr been 
terrorising the town of late," the bartender drawled. He 
nodded toward his cliental, indicating that all of the 
bikers were in their underwear. Kelly gingerly scooted her 
naked bottom onto a stool in front of him.
   "Well, why doesn't anyone do anything about them?" she 
muttered, still trying to preserve her modesty. He 
shrugged. "Folks round here is kinda scared of em, I 
guess. When a sexy young thang in a micro-bikini waves a 
44 at yer and asks for yer wallet and yer pants with em, 
you jes do what she says."
   A look of determination crossed Kelly's face. Delusions 
of Braveheart swum in that stern expression on her 
beautiful face. "Yeah, well I'm going to do something 
about it." Forgetting her currently lack of clothing, 
Kelly stepped up onto the bar. The men all turned and 
leered up at her. "It's about time someone took a stand 
against those bikini bandits." She stood defiantly on the 
bar, her perfect breasts and neatly trimmed muff exposed 
to her rapt audience. "They can take our clothes, but they 
can never take our freedom." A cheer of approval rang out. 
Kelly mistook their lust for her as lust for justice. She 
raised her fists in the air, thrusting her boobs forward. 
"As God is my witness, I'll never be naked again," she 
cried out. The men yelled in agreement. Just then, Kelly 
looked down and realised she was standing naked on the bar 
above a roomful of horny bikers. She gave a squeak of em-
bare-ass-ment and tried to cover herself.
###
The audience applause drowned out the applause on screen. 
Nicola grinned nervously. On one of the monitors, a camera 
showed a CU of the pretty Australian model, showing off 
her shoulder length hair, sparkling blue eyes, and 
aristocratic good looks. 
   Kristi continued. "Page Brook as Kelly in 'Camp Fear'." 
Another clip played, this time of a busty blonde airhead 
in a forgettable slasher flick. Mr. Spinetti filled them 
in on the movie. "You know how in 'Scream' they have that 
rule in horror movies that all the slutty girls who take 
their clothes off get killed, and the good girl who 
doesn't lives? Well, for this movie they switched it 
round." On screen, the clip finished with the topless Page 
Brook screaming her impressive lungs out over the hacked 
corpse of a fully-clothed non-bimbo actress. The audience 
applauded again, though Nicola smugly thought it was less 
enthusiastic then hers.
   "And finally," Kristi continued, "Angela Monroe as 
Kelly in "'Bikini Quantity Surveyors'." The audience 
clapped. Nicola rolled her eyes. On the screen, her arch-
rival, clad in a tiny black bikini and wearing a yellow 
construction helmet, was making what was to Nicola a 
pathetic attempt to seduce a nerdy looking guy with 
glasses and a clipboard. Truth be told, she did look 
pretty hot, thought Nicola. Those haughty good looks. That 
toned, flat stomach. The construction helmet she wore. 
It's kind of... sexy. Angela's seductive dialogue was 
having an effect upon her victim. She reached up and 
popped the fastener on her bikini top, revealing her small 
but deliciously pointed boobs topped with perky pink 
nipples. The camera showed her in MCU, breathing heavily 
with lust, her cone-like breasts rising and falling. On 
the big overhead screen, each nipple looked about a foot 
long. "I want you," she turned those beautiful brown eyes 
to look directly into the camera. "I want you now," Angela 
panted. The clip ended to riotous applause, cheers and 
whistles. Nicola was uneasy. Angela's performance got a 
better reception. Rick muttered, "Wow, even I felt 
something then." A queasy expression crossed Nicola's face 
at the thought of her bitter adversary beating her to the 
Starlet. Kent caught her look of distress and patted her 
knee. "It's OK honey. I'm sure she just slept with them 
all."
   On stage, Kristi was still applauding. "Wow, that was 
pretty hot," she improvised, fanning herself with the 
envelope. "Whew. And the Starlet goes to...," Kristi's 
fingers tore into the gold envelope. Nicola gritted her 
teeth. At the last moment she told herself she wasn't 
going to win, and resigned herself to losing to that queen 
bitch, Angela Monroe.
   "Nicola Baron for 'Bikini Bandits'," Kristi announced. 
Nicola couldn't believe it. She burst out into a grin. She 
stood, hearing only Kristi saying her name ringing in her 
ears, drowning out the standing ovation that was breaking 
out around her. In a daze, the beautiful starlet walked up 
to collect her award. Kristi held the small, gold 
statuette. As Nicola reached out to accept it from her, 
Kristi leant forward and kissed her on the cheek. The 
exotic smell of her perfume made Nicola's head swim. Her 
proximity to the gorgeous Miss Ducati also threw her 
further into confusion. Nicola was aware of Kristi's 
massive bust brushing against her own. Applause continued 
to roar in her ears. Nicola stood dazed under the lights.
   "I can't believe I won this," she said into the mic, as 
the clapping subsided. "Thank-you, all of you." She looked 
around the room, catching sight of Angela glaring at her 
from the "Bikini Quantity Surveyors" table. Nicola 
couldn't stop smiling as Kristi led her from the stage.
   Just within the wings, the couple stood arm-in-arm in 
front of a backdrop, grinning at the battery of 
photographers as Nicola showed off her award. As they shot 
off photo after photo, they yelled instructions to the two 
models, a rapid fire blur of commands and flash-bulbs. 
"Kristi, give her a kiss," someone shouted. They turned 
and faced each other, exchanging first a chaste kiss on 
the cheek, and then a awkward kiss on the lips. Nicola 
found herself staring into those beautiful green eyes. 
"Kristi, put your hand on her tits," someone else yelled. 
Nicola swooned.
   "Are you OK, honey?" Kristi asked. Nicola nodded. "Just 
a little overwhelmed." Kristi smiled. "I know what you 
mean. When they gave these things out back in 1993, there 
were no cameras, no big hoopla. Come on, I'll take you 
back to the Green Room and get you a drink."
   Backstage, Nicola gulped down a brandy. "Easy, easy 
there, princess," Kristi told her. Nicola smiled. "It's 
OK. I'm Australian. We're the world champion booze 
drinkers." Still, her head still swum a little. They were 
in the Green Room. There were a couple of other people 
there, too, men in tuxedos and women in sequined gowns, 
occasionally glancing over at the two starlets. Nicola 
mostly ignored them, wanting to stick close to Kristi. 
Very close. She oozed sex appeal, and Nicola was beginning 
to feel horny. Very horny indeed.
   "That sure is a sexy accent," Kristi said. "Thanks," 
Nicola replied. Was Kristi flirting with her? Nicola had 
no idea if she went that way or not. She racked her 
brains, trying to remember if Kristi had ever done any 
girl-girl scenes in her movies.
   "You should come down to the network for a meeting," 
Kristi was saying. "I'm thinking we can work you into the 
new series of 'The Bikini Carwash Company' as a regular 
guest-star." Kristi was one of the B industry's big 
success stories. Her career had bottomed out in the mid-
90s, and she had seriously thought of quitting. Then TNA 
hit upon resurrecting "The Bikini Carwash Company" as a 
cable-TV show, and invited the original cast back. Neriah 
Davis had been too busy with her own career (though she'd 
made the odd guest appearance), Sara Suzanne Browne was 
now a "serious actor" (she was doing dinner theatre in 
Milwaukee), and Rikki Brando had vanished off the face of 
the earth. Only Kristi accepted, with the proviso that she 
be given a producer's credit and input into the show. It 
had turned out she had a real talent for it, and was now 
the show's executive producer. She still found time to get 
naked on camera, but now she was the one dreaming up ways 
for her to lose her clothes.
   "The only thing that worried me was 'Kristi Ducati's 
Bikini School'," she said.
   "How come?" Nicola asked. "I heard it did good 
business."
   "It was the title," Kristi explained. "My name. Like 
'Sylvia Kristel's Beauty School' or 'Marilyn Chambers's 
Bedtime Fantasies'. It kinda said I was a tired old B 
actress, making one more movie, baring my wrinkled old 
body one more time."
   "I saw that movie," replied Nicola. "There was nothing 
old or wrinkled about your body." She leered at Kristi, 
who just smiled. "Thanks. You're pretty good yourself. I 
love the all-over tan. Nice touch."
   Nicola poured herself another drink. Suddenly, she 
remembered the awards. "Bikini Bandits" was nominated for 
Best Movie. She turned to look at the Green Room's 
monitor, only to see Angela, the producer, and other cast 
members of "Bikini Quantity Surveyors" accepting the 
Woody.
   "Tough luck," said Kristi. "Still, I'm sure there'll be 
other awards."
   Nicola wasn't too worried about it. She had her 
Starlet. And if she played her cards right, she might just 
get to have the starlet standing in front of her.
   An eager looking guy burst into the Green Room. "Hey 
everybody, "Bikini Quantity Surveyors" is having a big 
after-party. They say Angel Monroe is going to personally 
thank everyone who helped them win that award."
   The room quickly emptied, leaving Nicola and Kristi 
alone. "Aren't you going?" Nicola asked. "Nah," Kristi 
shook her head. "To tell the truth, I find that girl a bit 
of a bitch." Nicola smiled.
   The evening wore on. Alone, the couple made themselves 
comfortable in the Green Room, lying together on the 
couch. The awards ceremony over, the TV was now playing 
"Hot and Steamy Action", a show on the TNA network that 
played clips from movies. On the couch, the starlets were 
beginning to get pretty hot and steamy themselves. Alcohol 
had been consumed. Inhibitions were forgotten. The subject 
of conversation had turned to breasts.
   "God, I love your natural look," said Kristi, eyeing up 
Nicola's cleavage. "Really?" she replied. Nicola tugged 
down the top of her dress allowing her beautiful boobs to 
pop free. Kristi let out a slight gasp. "Wow," she said. 
"I wish I had been that big. I almost can't remember what 
real ones feel like."
   Nicola smiled, and scooted closer to Kristi. Her boobs  
hung out over the top of her dress, wobbling with each 
movement. "Go on, have a feel." Kristi gave a naughty 
smile, and reached out to Nicola's award-winning tits. She 
cupped them in both hands, feeling their weight, caressing 
the underside of each with the flesh of her palms. Nicola 
stared into Kristi's eyes. They smiled. Kristi stroked her 
fingertips across Nicola's areolas, causing her nipples to 
harden and Nicola to gasp. Kristi tweaked the excited 
nubbins of flesh.
   Nicola eyed up Kristi's bust in return. "Do you mind?" 
she asked. "Sure, help yourself," Kristi replied. Her own 
boobs still being groped, Nicola eagerly dove into her new 
friend's blouse, tugging it down her waist, revealing 
Kristi's own sizeable charms. Nicola hefted them in her 
hands, feeling their weights. "They feel real to me," she 
said. The two girls giggled to each other.
   "You know," said Kristi with a sly grin, "I've never 
done a girl-girl scene before."
   "Oh, I've done heaps of them," Nicola replied. Picking 
up on her cue, she added, "Perhaps you'd like to workshop 
a scene right now?"
   "Great idea," squealed Kristi. "What do we do?" 
   "Well, first we get rid of these clothes. We don't want 
them getting in the way." They both stripped off their 
gowns, Kristi a little shy, but eager to show Nicola she 
was up to it. They were both now in their underwear, white 
french-cut panties for Kristi, and a tiny black g-string 
for Nicola. Anyone entering the Green Room now would have 
the pleasure of seeing two lithe, near-naked bodies 
arranging themselves on the couch, bare breasts swinging 
free.
   "I'll just pop you down here like this," Nicola 
positioned Kristi lying on her back, facing up. Of course, 
the blocking involved much groping and caressing of bare 
flesh. "And I'll just position myself like this." Nicola 
lay on top of Kristi. Slick with sweat, their near-nude 
bodies slithered against each other deliciously. Kristi, 
like Nicola, had an all-over tan, and her body glistened 
in the soft lighting of the Green Room. Nicola lay on top 
of Kristi, their faces inches apart, Nicola's real boobs 
pressed firmly against Kristi's enhanced chest. 
   "So what now?" asked Kristi, as Nicola gently stroked 
her hair. "Well, now we'd make out for a while, like 
this." Nicola leaned forward and kissed Kristi on the 
lips. It was a passionate, open-mouth kiss, and the older 
starlet returned it with rapture. Their two tongues played 
out a dance of desire in each other's mouth, slipping back 
and forth between them. Despite a novice, Kristi took to 
Nicola like an eager beaver, sucking her tongue down her 
throat. She slipped an arm around the younger girl's 
waist, and began to caress Nicola's bare ass.
   Nicola was in seventh heaven. It had only been a short 
time since she'd first been seduced by another woman, her 
dear friend Jennifer, and now here she was seducing 
someone else. And not just anyone, but a famous starlet. 
Kristi's mouth was hot and eager for love. Normally very 
submissive sexually, Nicola was enjoying taking the upper 
hand for once. 
   Finally, they broke the kiss, panting heavily. "OK," 
Nicola directed her, "now you start sucking on my 
nipples." Kristi obediently took one of Nicola's swollen 
nips and her mouth and began to suckle like a new born 
babe. Nicola moaned in pleasure. The student was learning. 
Kristi withdrew from Nicola's lucky left boob, and turned 
her attention to the right. Her tongue swirled around the 
areola, causing the bud at the centre to stiffen with 
pleasure. After teasing the poor little nipple for a 
moment longer, Kristi's wet mouth slurped down onto the 
tasty morsel.
   Nicola contented herself to grope Kristi's considerable 
boobs, gently kneading them between her roving hands. 
"Mmm," she murmured, "that's a good girl." She was getting 
wet, and her pussy was beginning to demand some attention.
   They stood up for a moment, stretching their beautiful 
bodies. In this light the two tanned, naked starlets could 
almost be sisters. They dripped with sweat. Nicola bent 
down to slip off Kristi's underwear, and then proceeded to 
remove her own. Kristi, remembering something, smirked. 
"Is it true they call you 'Knickers'?" Nicola nodded, 
tossing the unneeded g-string over her shoulder. "How 
come?" Kristi asked. Nicola smiled. "Because they want to 
fuck me."
   Kristi thought about it for a while. "I should call you 
Knickers too then." They giggled together at the joke, 
standing before each other completely nude. Nicola looked 
down to inspect Kristi's muff. It was kept neatly trimmed 
for television, a thin dark stripe that pointed the way to 
heaven. Nicola knelt before Kristi and slipped her face 
into her crotch. Kristi gasped, a mix of surprise and 
pleasure. Nicola's tongue quickly found Kristi's labia, 
teasing it out into the open where Nicola could suckle on 
it. Kristi, still gasping, began to shake. Her beautiful 
stomach muscles rippled with the orgasm that was building 
between Nicola's lips. She came, her whole body shuddering 
with a pleasure she'd never felt before. Nicola looked up, 
her face now glistening with something more than sweat. 
"Now it's your turn." Kristi, a little dazed, nodded. 
   Nicola sat down on the couch, opening her legs to 
display her moist pussy. Pink, wet and swollen, it 
radiated heat. Kristi knelt before her, and hesitantly 
began to manoeuvre her face into Nicola's pussy, trying to 
copy the moves Nicola had performed on her.
   "That's it, a little more, keep going," Nicola egged 
her on. "Mmmm," she moaned, as Kristi's apprentice tongue 
hit paydirt between her lower lips. Soon, Kristi was 
enthusiastically French kissing Nicola's pussy, eagerly 
pushing her mouth and nose into her crotch. Nicola could 
feel the waves of pleasure rippling up her lithe body. All 
she could feel was the tongue lapping at her pussy. She 
hadn't planned on fucking anyone tonight, but was 
certainly glad it had happened anyway. Nicola's breathing 
came in sharp bursts. The shuddering nerve endings in her 
pleasure-parts told her orgasm was imminent. Nicola let 
out a short scream, and came all over Kristi Ducati.
   Still naked, the couple cuddled on the couch, basking 
in the afterglow of sex. Kristi gently stroked Nicola's 
hair lovingly. Suddenly, the door of the Green Room burst 
open, and in walked half a dozen reporters and 
photographers. The awards over and all the celebrities 
gone, they had descended upon the Green Room in hopes of 
finding some left-over booze and food. They had stumbled 
upon something better. Cameras flashed, sunguns flared 
into life, and the delighted mob surged forward. 
Surprised, the two starlets leapt to their feet and stood 
naked in the glare of lights and cameras that were now 
focused on them. Kristi made an attempt to cover her 
breasts and crotch, but Nicola, knowing a good photo op 
when she saw one, struck a model's pose, with a fake look 
of surprise on her pretty face, but didn't try to hinder 
the view of her gorgeous tits and still glistening pussy.
   From the hubbub of the crowd, someone lasciviously 
yelled a question, "Kristi, what's going on here?" She 
quickly recovered her poise. Still chastely covering her 
delicious body, Kristi cleared her throat. "What's the 
matter, you've never seen an audition before?" The 
unexpected reply left the reporters stunned. But she 
wasn't finished. Ever the producer, Kristi wasn't about to 
let a free press conference slip through her fingers.
   "Gentlemen, I'd like to take this opportunity to 
announce that Miss Nicola Baron, the winner of the 2001 
Starlet Award for Best Newcomer, will be joining the cast 
of 'The Bikini Carwash Company'. So tune in to TNA, 
Wednesdays at nine Pacific Time, to see more of Nicola."
   Nicola smiled, and clutching her Woody, waved into the 
cameras.

END
