Title: Bikini Christmas Carol
Author: Knickers
Universe: Nicola Adventures
Keywords: MF, M+F, reluc, F-solo, interr
Summary: Nicola and Angela compete to give a network executive the best Christmas present ever.


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 c 2001 the author. Permission is 
granted to freely distribute, provided it is not 
altered in any way.

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

Author's note: The "Nicola Adventures" are a 
series of 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. Bikini Audition
3. Hollywood Party Hostesses
4. Nicola Gets A Woody
5. Bikini Christmas Carol

Please don't email me asking for the other 
stories, you can find them in a Usenet archive 
such as deja.com or possibly ASSM's own archive. 

Feel free to drop me a line, but please keep it 
relevant to this story, positive or negative. I'm 
sarah7932_nofuckenspam@yahoo.co.uk

Bikini Christmas Carol (MF M+F reluc F-solo 
interr)

Mr. Carter, President of TNA Network, leaned back 
in his chair, listening thoughtfully as one of 
his VPs detailed programming projections for the 
coming year. As he sat in the boardroom of TNA on 
the top floor of the building that bore the 
network logo, the Burbank skyline visible behind 
him, Mr. Carter merely nodded as the man began to 
wind up his report. It was the last board meeting 
of the year, December 23rd. Everyone was anxious 
to finish up, and none more so than Mr. Carter, 
but he kept his restlessness considerably better 
concealed than the other nine boardmembers 
present. They were mostly young men, whiz kids 
and hotshots, who had gotten in on the new wave 
of adult programming that TNA had pioneered, and 
were now eagerly awaiting the fringe benefits 
working for this particular network entailed.

   "'Bikini Carwash Company' is still the highest 
rater. The new sitcom, 'More Dollars than Sense' 
is doing better than we expected, but if it 
doesn't notch up two more points, we can't 
justify picking it up for a second season."

   Mr. Carter simply nodded. "More Dollars than 
Sense", about a pair of bozos who win $50 million 
and proceed to surround themselves with a bevy of 
barely-dressed bimbos, was the first TNA show to 
actually star male actors. They'd known it would 
be a risk.

   "And that concludes the report from 
programming." The young VP finished up, giving 
Mr. Carter an expectant look. For a moment 
silence descended across the board room. Finally, 
the VP spoke again. "So, that's it for another 
year, huh, JC? How about those 'Christmas 
bonuses' you promised?" He was not alone. Nine 
other eager faces peered across the table at him.

   Mr. Carter smiled. He knew what they wanted, 
hell, he wanted it to. He glanced over to a 
pretty blonde who had been taking notes during 
the board meeting. "Is that everything on the 
agenda, Miss Groves?" As she checked through her 
pad, the luscious young woman crossed her legs, 
causing her short skirt to rise even higher. TNA 
had a reputation for attracting gorgeous girls to 
do more than just take their clothes off on 
camera. Miss Groves looked up and smiled, "Yes, 
Mr. Carter, that's everything for the year." He 
leaned forward and pressed a button on the 
intercomm. A perky, and distinctly Australian, 
female voice answered. "Yes, Mr. Carter?"

   "We're ready for you now," he said.

   "Alright, sir, we'll be right in."

   A sigh of pleasure went up from the assembled 
male VPs, as the huge wooden double doors at the 
far end of the boardroom swung open. All eyes 
turned to greet the visions of loveliness that 
sashayed in. To the sound of heels clopping on 
marble floors, through those doors strode eleven 
perfect pairs of legs. The men's eyes travelled 
hungrily up those legs, skimming across creamy 
thighs, flat, toned stomachs, perky breasts, and 
coming to rest on the beaming faces of eleven of 
the most delectable girls on the planet. Each 
beauty was dressed for the festive season in 
black leather ankle-boots, a bright red string 
bikini, and a matching red hat, trimmed with 
white fluff and topped off with a pom-pom. The 
gorgeous women fanned out, forming a semi-circle 
around the very happy board members, a veritable 
sea of female flesh. Each girl stood in a pose, 
hands on shapely hips, chins up, impressive 
chests thrust forward, grinning with delight at 
the whistles and catcalls that greeted their 
entrance.

   One of the lovelies stepped forward. She was, 
in Mr. Carter's opinion, by far the most 
beautiful woman in the group. She stood at the 
very head of the table, opposite from Mr. Carter, 
poised in her model's pose to showcase her body. 
She was five feet nine inches tall, and her 
measurements were 38-25-35. She had the bluest 
eyes, the sweetest smile, and long, chestnut 
brown hair that fell upon her shoulders. Despite 
the small amount of cover her bikini afforded, it 
was obvious that her honey-golden tan covered 
every inch of her mouth-watering body. Her long, 
smooth arms and legs spoke of an elegance of a 
professional model, yet the glint in her eye 
could only be that of a starlet who couldn't wait 
to get naked. As Mr. Carter ogled her, her flesh 
goosepimpled slightly, either from the air 
conditioning or the excitement. Her name was 
Nicola, and she was the finest piece of ass you 
could ever lay eyes (or hands) on. As the 
whistles died down, Nicola began to speak, her 
exotic Australian voice ringing out to fill the 
room.

   "To the boardmembers of the TNA Network: You 
see here before you the finest, most beautiful 
starlets and models TNA has hired in the past 
year." She stretched out a slender arm to 
indicate the assembled girls, like a spokesmodel 
showing off the prizes on a gameshow. "You've 
given us the chance to be stars, and for that we 
would like to thank you all very much. So it is 
our pleasure to present to you, hard-working 
gentlemen of the board, your Christmas bonuses. 
Merry Christmas." She turned to the assembled 
starlets, a naughty glint in her eye. "Ready, 
girls?"

   "Ready!" they replied. The eleven gorgeous 
girls reached behind their necks and untied their 
bikini tops. Smiling, Nicola's top popped off, 
revealing her beautiful tanned boobs. She shook 
her head to free the tangle of strings from her 
hair (causing her tits to wobble), and in a 
single, graceful moment, tossed her top to the 
audience. The others followed suit, and soon 
there was a bevy of bare-breasted beauties posing 
for the pleasure of the men, who cast their eyes 
across the varied collection of tits. Most were 
large. Many were tanned. Some had large, pink 
areolas, while others had small brown ones. More 
than one sported nipples erect with excitement. 
But they were all the tastiest tits the TNA network 
had to offer. The board members broke into a wild 
applause.

   "Well, thank-you Nicola," replied Mr. Carter. 
"Thanks to those fabulous tits of yours, the 
network has never been healthier." Nicola grinned 
in return, a slight blush at the compliment 
blooming across her face and chest. "No, really 
Mr. Carter, it's us who should thank you. And how 
many times have I told you to call me Knickers?" 
She shook her finger at him in mock anger. Mr. 
Carter laughed. Nicola turned to her fellow 
starlets. "OK, girls, let's show them how 
grateful we really are." This was greeted by 
whoops of delight from the girls, and, with bare 
breasts jiggling, they rushed to find a lap to 
sit on. All nine VPs soon had a gorgeous topless 
model perched on his knee, cooing excitedly. Even 
Miss Groves, blushing furiously, had a half-naked 
girl as lovely as herself cuddling up to her, 
running her fingers through those blonde locks. 
Nicola strode to the head of the table, threw one 
of her long legs over Mr. Carter's lap, and made 
herself comfortable. Nicola sat facing him, her 
hands on his shoulders, his hands caressing her 
bare waist. Grinning, Nicola wriggled her nearly-
naked pussy into his crotch, causing Mr. Carter 
to groan with pleasure.

   "Care to make a hands-on assessment of the 
network's assets?" Nicola asked with a naughty 
smirk. Scooting forward on his lap, her gorgeous 
tits were now mere inches from Mr. Carter's 
watering mouth. He licked his lips, his shinning 
eyes staring at her boobs. "They're perfect," he 
murmured, "just perfect. I bet they taste as good 
as they look." 

   "Go right ahead," Nicola replied. Mr. Carter's 
tongue flicked out, slithering across Nicola's 
sensitive nipples. Now it was her turn to groan. 
Her nips responded by wrinkling with pleasure. 
Again, the wet tongue flicked out, this time 
coating the other nipple with saliva. Nicola 
sighed as electric sparks of delight tingled in 
the tips of her tits. 

   "What was that Australian phrase you used?" 
Mr. Carter asked. "Blouse puppies," Nicola 
giggled. "Blouse puppies," he murmured, leaning 
forward to take a swollen nipple between his 
lips. Nicola wriggled in rapture, rubbing her 
pussy against his hard body. He continued to suck 
on her tits, switching between nipples. Mr. 
Carter wasn't the only one enjoying this 
Christmas bonus. The sucking at her breast was 
beginning to turn Nicola on. She could feel Mr. 
Carter's growing erection strain at his trousers.

   "Mmmm," Nicola said, rubbing her hands across 
the bulge, "it looks like someone is enjoying his 
Christmas present." Mr. Carter let go of the 
lucky nipple he was sucking on to grin up at her. 
"Things are getting a little tight down there. 
How's about you lend a hand, Knickers?"

   "I'd be glad to help out," Nicola slowly 
pulled down Mr. Cater's zip. His penis leap to 
attention, jumping clear of his fly and causing 
Nicola to squeak in surprise. Mr. Carter 
chuckled. The erect cock stood up straight 
between them, the throbbing causing the shaft to 
lean gently back and forth so that the tip 
quietly slapped against Nicola's tanned stomach. 
Her surprise quickly turned to delight. Nicola 
seized Mr. Carter's tool with both hands, and 
began to gently pump him with glee. 

   "You know, Knickers," Mr. Carter said to 
Nicola, as she continued to slowly masturbate his 
penis, "you truly are a wonder."

   "Oh, Mr. Carter, stop. You're making me 
blush."

   He smiled and reached up to caresses her 
beautiful boobs. Nicola moaned. If there was one 
thing she liked more than being groped, it was 
being groped by someone rich and powerful. Nicola 
slipped a finger under the string of her bikini 
bottom, pulling it away from her body. "Would you 
care to finish unwrapping your present?" Mr. 
Carter grinned. He seized the knot that hung 
temptingly off her hip, and tugged. The bikini 
bottom fell away, revealing Nicola's neatly 
trimmed muff. Nicola was now completely naked, 
except for her red Christmas cap. Her pussy, 
anxious to be so close to such a slab of meat, 
was now beginning to drool. Nicola would need to 
be fucked, and soon, but Mr. Carter had other 
ideas. He raised her off his lap, and Nicola 
reluctantly let go of her new toy. Mr. Carter 
opened his legs, and guided Nicola between them 
so that her face was now at his crotch. Mr. 
Carter plucked the sprig of holly from her hat, 
and held it over his penis. Nicola quickly got 
the joke, and gasped in pretend shock.

   "Why, Mr. Carter!" she squealed. She gave him 
a naughty look before opening wide and wrapping 
her lips around his shaft. Nicola's reputation as 
an expert cocksucker was by now well established 
in Hollywood, and it normally only took the 
promise of fellatio for her to land a part. Now 
those skills were put to test, as Nicola went to 
work on Mr. Carter's penis. She slurped greedily 
on the monster, looking up from time to time to 
throw him a doe-eyed look. The salty taste of 
pre-cum filled Nicola's mouth, and she knew he 
couldn't stand much more of her tongue swirling 
around his engorged helmet. Mr. Carter was 
clearly enjoying himself, leaning back in his 
chair grinning broadly, as the beautiful Aussie 
starlet on her knees between his legs did her 
very busy to make him cum.

   Nicola withdrew her head again from Mr. 
Carter's penis, waving away the strands of saliva 
that connected to mouth to the cock. Now it was 
her turn to have some fun. She undid his belt, 
slipping his trousers to his ankles. As she 
worked, his cock waved to and from inches from 
her face. Nicola stroked his thighs and 
whispered, "It's time for you to fuck me, Mr. 
Carter." He nodded eagerly.

   Nicola stood with an elegant flick of her 
head. She turned away from Mr. Carter, resting 
her hands on the boardroom table, positioning her 
delicious rump in his direction. Before her, a 
full-scale orgy was in progress with the other 
VPs all happily fucking away at their starlets. 
Miss Groves, her earlier embarrassment forgotten, 
was now enthusiastically necking with her 
Christmas present, blouse open and nipples being 
tweaked by the girl on her lap. At and wasn't 
just the executives enjoying the festive season, 
many of the girls were happily giving and 
receiving. Nicola noticed her friend Dizzy Clay 
on her knees, head bobbing; Russian supermodel 
Titania "Tits" Toplesky on her back with her legs 
wrapped around the VP in charge of foreign sales; 
and that cute little weather girl Candy Barr, her 
hand a blur as she demonstrated the professional 
way to jerk a guy off.

   Nicola felt the pressure of Mr. Carter's cock 
pushing against her pussy as he mounted her from 
behind. With a greedy slurp, her nether lips 
parted to accommodate the thick penis entering 
her willing body. Nicola groaned, as the inches 
of dick slid deeper into her. At last he bottomed 
out, and Nicola could feel the head buried deep 
inside her. She began to quiver at once, her 
well-toned stomach muscles spasming with the 
growing orgasm. Mr. Carter commenced to slowly 
ease the monster out again, Nicola's cunt 
squeezing it tight. In again it came, and Nicola 
shivered with delight. He began to pick up speed, 
in and out at a growing pace, Nicola's breathing 
coming in short, sharp gasps. The table began to 
rock violently. Nicola could hear a squelching 
sound coming from between her legs, as their sex 
was lubricated by Nicola's flooding juices and 
the saliva she had already slathered on his cock. 
Despite being December, Nicola was dripping with 
sweat. Her pussy sustained the delicious 
onslaught for what seemed like an eternity of 
bliss, as Nicola became aware of nothing more 
than the meat fucking away at her cunt. Finally 
Mr. Carter came, squirting deep into Nicola's 
body. She gasped.

   "Merry Christmas, Knickers," Mr. Carter 
whispered in her ear. "Merry Christmas to you," 
she murmured in reply.

*********

Nicola was pleased with herself. Not only had she 
got a nice fuck this afternoon, she had a neat 
little $1000 bonus for it too. A very merry 
Christmas indeed.

   Nicola and Dizzy were in the executive 
washroom, getting dressed after their little 
performance. Nicola eased her jeans up over her 
exquisite backside. Dizzy was trying to pull a 
cropped t-shirt over her 44-inch tits, without 
much success.

   "Dammit!" she swore. No matter how much she 
tugged down on the material, Dizzy's nipples 
still peaked out from below the hem of the shirt. 
"I swore this fit before. Maybe my tits have 
grown?" 

   "Do you know what the best part is?" Nicola 
asked. As Dizzy was still trying to cram her 
boobs into the shirt, she carried on without 
waiting for a reply. "That bitch Angela Monroe 
wasn't here to spoil it. I bet that slut is out 
right now, buying Mr. Carter a pair of socks for 
Christmas. He's going to remember my gift long 
after he's forgotten whatever stupid little thing 
she's planning. By the way, you've got that on 
backwards."

   Dizzy blushed. "Opps. Silly me." Nicola had 
long ago realised that Dizzy was the 
stereotypical Hollywood bimbo that Nicola was 
only pretending to be. Dizzy tried to pull off 
the shirt, but only succeeded in wrapping it 
around her head. Nicola found herself talking to 
a pair of jiggling bare breasts accompanied by a 
muffled voice. "Angela told me she went to set up 
her present to Mr. Carter this morning. She said 
she had something special planned, something much 
better than your Christmas bonus." She finally 
freed herself from the shirt, and eyed it up as 
if contemplating tossing the tricky garment and 
saving herself the trouble by just going topless. 

   Nicola frowned. What could Angela do to top 
her gift. And did Dizzy really know? Maybe, the 
bitch loved to brag. "She told you?" 

   "Yup," Dizzy replied, slipping the shirt back 
on again. "She said, 'Whatever you do, don't tell 
that dumb Aussie bimbo'. I know she didn't mean 
you, cos you're smart, so if you see any dumb 
Aussie bimbos don't tell them. There," she added, 
triumphantly having mastered the t-shirt. Now 
around the correct way, the front barely covered 
her nipples and left the bottom swell of her 
tanned tits bare. If this is what she wore in 
winter, Nicola dreaded to think what she wore in 
summer.

   "Anyway, Angela was planning to jump out of a 
cake she was going to have delivered to Mr. 
Carter on Christmas Eve. She went to some bakery 
to set the whole thing up."

   Nicola couldn't bear the thought of Angela 
getting one up on her, and this cake thing 
sounded like it could be a problem. She would 
have to deal with it.

   "Which bakery?"

*********

   Josh was sweeping up. It was almost closing 
time, and the bakery was empty. His mind 
elsewhere, Josh mechanically pushed the broom 
around the floor. All day he'd been listening to 
some bullshit story that Chip was spinning, about 
some really hot model who came in and asked for a 
special delivery on Christmas Eve. He swore that 
this real sexy chick with dark hair and small, 
pointy tits wanted a special cake sent to her 
boss so she could jump out of it. He'd even 
invited him in to help out tomorrow, to get it 
ready when she came in. Josh couldn't believe 
Chip would think he'd swallow a story like that. 
And trying to sucker him into coming down to the 
bakery when it would be closed! Still, Chip 
always did get the girls while Josh, well he got 
to sweep up the bakery right before closing time.

   The bell tinkled, indicating a customer had 
just come in. Without looking up Josh mumbled, 
"Sorry, we're closing."

   "Oh please, this won't take long," the 
customer replied in a sexy, Australian accent. 
Josh looked up, and his jaw dropped. It was a 
girl, the most beautiful girl Josh had ever met. 
She was dressed simply in a pair of jeans and a 
white t-shirt. He bra-less breasts straining 
against the tight fabric, and her dark areolas 
were visible. She had a gorgeous model's face, 
framed by silky chestnut colored hair that fell 
about her shoulders. She smiled at Josh, a 
beautiful radiant smile that set his heart 
aflutter and his dick atwitch. Josh's eyes 
flickered back and forth between her tits and her 
face. The girl- vaguely familiar- continued to 
smile at him.

   "I was wondering if you could help me with 
something," she said. She stepped toward Josh, 
standing so close that her breasts brushed 
against his chest. Josh nodded dumbly. It felt 
like a python was uncurling in his shorts. Right 
now, he'd do pretty much anything for this vision 
of gorgeousness. "This is going to sound alittle 
odd, but did someone come in here today to order 
a special delivery for Christmas Eve?" That 
Australian accent was making Josh's head spin. 
Both of them.

   He found his voice at last. "Special delivery? 
A really sexy chick with dark hair?" The girl 
rolled her eyes. "She's not that sexy. But yeah, 
I guess that sounds like her."

   "Well I'll be," Josh murmured. "Chip was 
telling the truth." The girl pressing against him 
continued to smile sweetly. Suddenly, Josh 
recognised her.

   "Hey, you were in that movie I watched on 
cable last night. What was it called... there 
were these girls in bikinis running around the 
desert, and then they took their clothes off..."

   "'Bikini Bandits'," she prompted.

   "Yeah! You were that Australian girl in it. 
Nicola something."

   She took his hand and shook it. "My friends 
call me Knickers." Josh swallowed, nervous and 
excited at the touch of her elegant hand on his 
skin. "My name's Josh," he stammered.

   "The thing is, Josh," Nicola continued. She 
still held his hand, still smiled sweetly at him, 
and still pressed her fabulous tits against his 
body. "I really need for you to do me a little 
favor. That order, for tomorrow. I need it to be 
sent to a different address than the one Angela 
supplied."

   "I don't know," Josh replied. "I could get in 
alot of trouble for doing that." His erection was 
fit to burst, and he was sure she could feel it 
brushing against her body. If she did, she didn't 
say anything about it.

   "Please," Nicola pleaded. "If you could do 
this favor for me, I could, yknow, do something 
for you..." she added a sly wink and a smirk. 
Josh nearly fell over himself. He dashed behind 
the counter to check on the computer. There was 
only one order for tomorrow. Curiously, it was 
marked both 'to be delivered' and 'customer to 
pick up'. "Where do you want it to go?" Josh 
asked. Nicola told him. Josh raised his eyebrows. 
"There? Really?"

   "Yes, really," Nicola replied. Josh pecked at 
the keyboard, and announced, "It's done. I think 
your friend will be the one in for a surprise 
tomorrow."

   "Now," said Nicola with a naughty smirk, as 
she sashayed toward Josh. "About that favor..." 
Josh turned to her, grinning broadly. Nicola 
ducked behind the counter, and proceeded to undo 
Josh's trousers. His cock, hot and eager, burst 
forth. Nicola ran her tongue over the tip, 
causing Josh to shiver with delight. Then she 
plunged in, taking his entire length down her 
throat, and commenced to suck him off.

   Old Mrs. Glick was relieved to get to the 
bakery before it shut. She bustled in through the 
front door, seeing young Josh standing behind the 
counter. "Evening, Josh!" she called. "Bit of a 
last minute dash, but I did so want to get some 
treats for the grandkids when I see them 
Christmas Eve." Josh had the most extraordinary 
expression on his face, somewhere between 
pleasure and pain. He stared at Mrs. Glick in 
shock.

   "Josh, are you alright? You look alittle green 
around the gills."

   "I'm OK," he stammered. His mouth hung open, 
and his whole body twitched. Involuntary moans 
issued from his lips. Of course, Mrs. Glick 
couldn't see behind the counter the head bobbing 
up and down at Josh's crotch. Josh had never had 
a blowjob from anyone before, let alone a 
Hollywood starlet. His eyes rolled back into his 
head. Mrs. Glick jumped. Obviously, the poor boy 
was having an attack or something. To her horror, 
her threw back his head and screamed, "Oh 
fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk." Then 
he toppled over. 

   Mrs. Glick scrambled for the phone. Josh 
needed a doctor! It was then that the brunette 
head rose from behind the counter. She turned to 
Mrs. Glick and gave a sheepish grin. "Um, that 
probably won't be necessary."

*********

   Jimmy Harper had done OK for himself. A kid 
from the mean streets of Philly, he had stuck to 
what he did best- basketball- and made his mark 
in the world. Now he lived the good life in 
Beverly Hills. Nice house, great car. He had it 
all. Tomorrow he'd fly back home to Philadelphia, 
spend a quiet Christmas with his folks, but 
tonight Jimmy Harper was ready to party with his 
friends. The house throbbed to the music coming 
from the state-of-the-art home entertainment 
center that cost more than his old man ever saw 
in a year. Jimmy's friends were scattered around, 
each of them greeting him warmly as he made his 
way through the modest crowd to answer the door.

   To Jimmy's surprise, it was a white girl. 
Hell, one damn fine white girl. He could see 
right through her t-shirt at the titties that 
almost strained to get out. Jimmy grinned. "Well, 
hello darling."

   "Jimmy Harper?" she asked. Jimmy detected an 
Australian accent. "Yeah, that's me," he replied. 
"And what can I do for you, baby?" She smiled 
sweetly and offered her hand. "My name's Nicola. 
A mutual friend said you might be able to help me 
out with something." Jimmy took her hand, raised 
it to his lips, and kissed it gallantly. "Then 
you'd better come inside then," he replied. 
Nicola entered, and Jimmy paused at the door to 
check out that damn fine ass in one hell of a 
tight pair of jeans.

   They made their way into the lounge. Jimmy's 
friends looked curiously at the girl as she 
entered the room. If Nicola was nervous at being 
the only white girl in a room full of black men 
she didn't show it. Jimmy turned to her, 
undressing her with his eyes. She was tall and 
elegant, Jimmy guessed a model or something. LA 
was crawling with them. Basketball-groupies, 
white chicks who wanted to taste some black dick. 
He'd heard the stories before and thought they 
were all just that, until this moment. "So what's 
this thing you want me to help you with?"

   Nicola smiled. "I need you to do me a favor. 
There's something I need to get done, tomorrow." 
Her beautiful blue eyes looked at him with hope.

   "Tomorrow's Christmas Eve, I got plans. 
Everybody's got plans."

   "At least hear me out," she replied. "Please." 
Jimmy screwed up his face and let out a sigh. 
Suddenly, Nicola slipped her hands under her 
shirt and pulled it up over her head, baring her 
breasts. Free from their confinement, Nicola's 
boobs bobbed gently back and forth. She stood 
topless at the center of attention. "Now will you 
listen to me?" she asked.

   Jimmy stroked his chin, and then burst out 
into a grin. "Baby," he said, "I think we should 
continue this discussion in my jacuzzi."

*********

   Christmas Eve. Nude, Angela crouched in the 
darkness. It was a three-layer cake, large enough 
for a girl of her height (over 6ft) to jump out 
of, but cramped nevertheless.  Even squatting 
down her head brushed against the inside top that 
she would, in a few minutes, burst out of.

   Being inside the cake meant Angela had no idea 
what was going on outside. She could feel it 
being bumped and jiggled as it was delivered to 
its final destination. She silently swore at the 
incompetency of the morons who had to deliver 
her. Just like those two idiots at the bakery. 
Nineteen year old kids. They had baked the cake 
and had it ready for Angela when she arrived. The 
logistics of the operation meant that they had 
got to see her nude as she climbed inside the 
cake in the backroom of the bakery. She haughtily 
waved aside their attempts to help her in (and 
cop a feel), and looked disdainfully up at them 
as they put the lid on and sealed it with 
marzipan. From their leers Angela could only 
guess they'd never seen a naked woman before. But 
there had been something else about them, they'd 
been sniggering all morning. Now what was that 
about?

   No matter. Angela dismissed it from her pretty 
mind. Her plan was going like clockwork. There 
wasn't a man alive who wouldn't like the little 
Christmas surprise she had planned for Mr. 
Carter. And when he got this cute little present, 
delivered to him at his office on Christmas Eve 
as he arrived to check the numbers, Mr. Carter 
would be so grateful he'd probably give Angela 
her own show. She smiled dreamily. Her own show. 
She wouldn't be vindictive against that Aussie 
bimbo that had got in her way so many times. 
There would be a part for her. Of course, she'd 
be doing all the degrading, sexual stuff that 
would make the ratings go through the roof and 
Angela rich. Yessir, this was going to be the 
best Christmas ever.

   Her spell was broken by a thud that lurched 
her violently inside the cake. Again she cursed 
the delivery men under her breath. They'd pay. 
And Nicola. They'd all pay for daring to piss off 
Angela Monroe.

   She had tried to keep track of the journey 
from the bakery to the TNA building in her head, 
but had quickly become confused. She was coasting 
now, on the little wheeled cart the cake was 
sitting on. Angela rubbed her hands with glee. 
She guessed she was heading through the corridors 
of the TNA building, bound for Mr. Carter's 
office. Suddenly the cake stopped moving. Angela 
could hear muffled voices outside. She flexed the 
cramped muscles in her lovely long legs and 
tensed herself to make her grand entrance. All 
she needed to do now was wait for the signal...

   There is was. Three long thumps on the side of 
the cake. Angela  smoothed down her hair, tweaked 
her nipples, and burst out of the top of the cake 
with a grin.

   "Surpri-..."

   It seemed the only person who was really 
surprised was Angela. Her grin vanished at the 
sight before her. She wasn't in Mr. Carter's 
office. She was in the locker room of the LA 
Lakers. And staring at her, grinning broadly, 
were the LA Lakers. Even though she didn't follow 
basketball, Angela could tell they were the LA 
Lakers because they wore their LA Lakers shirts. 
However, she couldn't help but notice they 
weren't wearing their LA Lakers shorts. Angela, 
naked except for a pair of high-heels, a sash 
that read "Merry Christmas", and a very shocked 
expression, was standing in a room surrounded by 
large, erect penises.

   "Um, hi..." Angela stammered at last. Clearly, 
they were expecting her. "I think there's been 
some kind of mistake." The two men on either side 
of her grabbed her arms, and lifted her out of 
the cake, setting her down in the middle of the 
room. In one movement, Angela went from being the 
tallest person in the room to being the shortest. 
The cluster of large, expectant male bodies 
crowded around her. The naked starlet stepped 
back from a glistening cock that reared up before 
her, only to feel the unmistakeable slimy feel of 
another one brushing against her back. Angela 
smiled nervously at the men.

   "I don't think so," the man before her said. 
"Ysee, at first we was pretty fucked off at 
Assistant Coach Harper for scheduling practice on 
Christmas Eve. But he told us that if we showed 
up, we'd get ourselves a nice little Christmas 
present. And sure enough, here you are." His grin 
was met with a shout of excitement from his team-
mates. Angela opened her mouth to reply, but the 
two men either side of her seized her again, and 
carried her through the locker room. Powerless, 
Angela could do nothing to stop the sea of giant 
hands that freely groped her luscious, naked 
body. Her head spun. What had gone wrong? Why had 
she been delivered to the wrong place? And why 
were the LA Lakers expecting her?

   Angela was heaved face down onto a table. The 
two men either side of her continued to hold her 
arms, while two others seized her legs and spread 
them apart like a turkey wishbone. Who could've 
done this? She'd told no-one, except Dizzy, and 
she had enough trouble getting a t-shirt on, let 
alone set something like this up. In a flash, 
Angela realised it could only be one person: 
Nicola. That bitch had found out and was ruining 
her plan to give Mr. Carter the best Christmas 
present ever.

   Angela let out a squeak as something wet and 
slimy brushed against her pussy lips. It was only 
someone applying a lubricant, but it was a taste 
of what was to come. Angela sighed, realising the 
only thing to do was go along for the ride and 
enjoy it as best she could. It wasn't like she'd 
never pulled a train before. Ironically, she'd 
even had this very same sexual fantasy before. 
And how many girls can honestly say they've gang 
fucked the LA Lakers?

   Angela smiled nervously up at the player 
standing before her, his cock waving inches from 
her helpless little mouth. She'd give it one more 
shot. "The thing is, I really need to be 
someplace else. If you gentlemen would help me on 
my way, I would be more than happy to come back 
sometime and- ulp!" The eager member slipped 
between her lips, pushing its way into her mouth. 
Almost instantaneously, a second plunged into her 
cunt with a noisy slurp. As Angela felt two more 
cocks slip into her delicate hands, she briefly 
felt a burst of anger at Nicola. Somehow, 
sometime, that little Aussie slut would pay for 
this.

*********

Nicola was having a wonderful Christmas Eve. It 
was a warm night in LA, reminding her of 
Christmas back home. It had been a good year for 
the sexy young model from Melbourne. She'd only 
arrived in Hollywood a few months ago, and had 
already made quite an impression on Tinsel Town. 
Alone, but in the mood for celebration, Nicola 
had decided to take herself out for dinner. She 
had succeeded in getting herself a little drunk, 
and had managed to even cop of feel of herself in 
that taxi ride home.

   Nicola had then proceeded to invite herself in 
for a nightcap. Somehow, she'd managed to 
convince herself to slip into the hottub- without 
her trademark bikini- and with the aid of a glass 
of chilled champagne and a book entitled "Erotic 
Fiction by Hecate" was well on the way to getting 
to third base with herself.

   "Why, Miss Baron," Nicola giggled to herself 
as she slipped two fingers inside her very wet 
pussy, "I do believe you're trying to take 
advantage of me!"

   The phone rang, and with an elegant flick of 
her hair, Nicola answered it. It was her agent, 
asking her to fill in for Angela on a commercial 
shoot for December 26. Innocently, Nicola asked 
why Angela wasn't able to do it herself.

   "I guess she's been ill or something," came 
the reply. "Apparently, she can't walk for a 
couple of days."

END


