Filename: ToplessCheerleaders.txt
Title: Topless Cheerleaders, Inc
Author: Knickers
Universe: Nicola Adventures
Keywords: MF, FF, M+/F+, exhib
Summary: Nicola helps her friend Alison launch an exciting new entertainment enterprise.


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 © 2003 the author. Permission is 
granted to freely distribute, provided it is 
not altered in any way. It may not be posted 
to any website or included in any archive 
without the author's permission.

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

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

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

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

Topless Cheerleaders, Inc (MF FF M+/F+ exhib)

"Woah, check out the tits on the redhead."

The comment wasn't meant for Nicola, it was 
whispered between two guys sitting at the table 
next to her's, but she couldn't help but look up 
to see who they were talking about.

Bouncing into the cafe was a gorgeous young girl 
about the same age as Nicola, curly red locks 
framing her pretty face. Nicola recognized her 
instantly.

"Alison!"

The redhead's face burst into an excited grin. 
"Nicola!" she cried, waving vigorously.

Alison Buffy had been an exchange student in her 
last year of high school. She'd spent that year at 
Nicola's school in Melbourne Australia, and the 
two had become good mates. That had been two years 
ago, and Nicola hadn't heard from Alison since she 
went back to Tilverton, Wisconsin.

Until the other day, when she contacted Nicola out 
of the blue and suggested they get together at a 
plush Hollywood restaurant.

Nicola took a good, long look at her friend. She 
hadn't changed a bit, was still tall, slim and 
athletic. Alison was wearing a leotard that seemed 
to be custom-designed to show off her fabulous 
body. The neck was scooped very low, presenting 
generous amounts of creamy white cleavage. The 
fabric of the garment was pulled tight across 
Alison's chest, causing her pair of perky boobs to 
push outwards toward Nicola. 

No wonder those two guys were checking her out 
with their tongues hanging out!

Laughing, Nicola threw her arms around Alison and 
the pair embraced (no doubt giving the two voyeurs 
even more to whisper about).

Alison's soft brown eyes stared deep into Nicola's 
baby blues. "God it's good to see you again," she 
murmured. Nicola felt her pulse rising. Although 
their relationship had been strictly mates (this 
being before the days of Nicola's bisexuality), 
Nicola couldn't help but wonder if Alison was 
being more than just friendly.

They took a seat, a thousand questions tumbling 
out of Nicola's mouth. What had Alison done since 
leaving school? What was she doing here in 
Hollywood? Why had she gotten in touch with 
Nicola?

"One at a time!" replied Alison. From her bag she 
pulled out a magazine and passed it to Nicola. 
"This is how I knew you were here in the States."

Nicola spotted the title on the magazine and 
blushed. It was the October 2001 issue of 
"Celebrity Flash", the very magazine that had 
published nude photos of Nicola cavorting on a 
beach. It fell open to the relevant page, and 
there was Nicola- completely nude, her charms 
exposed for all to see. And it wasn't just the 
pictures, the accompanying story related some very 
tasty tidbits about her sexcapades in Hollywood.

"I see your modeling career is really going 
places," Alison said with a naughty smirk. "And 
what's this about you being called 'Knickers' at 
school? No-one called you that."

"That was something my agent made up," Nicola 
explained. "He thought it would be a good idea if 
I had a sexy nickname and a cute story to go with 
it."

"Knickers," said Alison, savoring the word. "I 
like it."

"So now you know the intimate details about what 
I've been up to," said Nicola, "what about you? 
Why've you come to Hollywood?"

"Well, it's a long story." Alison cast a sideways 
glance at the two guys at the next table who were 
quite obviously eavesdropping. She gave a saucy 
grin and pitched her voice at a level so they 
could hear too.

"It all started a couple of months back, back home 
in Wisconsin. I was working my way through college 
taking an aerobics class at the local gym. Anyway, 
one morning I was in a terrible rush and ended up 
really late. I ran into the locker-room only to 
discover I'd left all my gear at home!

"So, there was nothing else for it, I had to 
borrow some clothes from one of the other 
instructors.

"I quickly got changed and rushed out to take the 
class. It was the morning class, pretty small, 
mostly women but a few guys. I apologized to them 
for being late and got the routine rolling.

"It was then I realized I'd made a terrible 
mistake. The clothes I'd borrowed- they were 
waaaay too small."

Nicola giggled.

Alison continued. "I was wearing this halter top, 
really low cut. It would be daring even on a girl 
with a smaller bust than mine. And I'm up on the 
stage, in front of all those people, jumping 
around.

"I can feel the top just slowly slipping away. I'm 
well into my routine by now, so I can't really 
stop and try and adjust it. So, as I'm doing these 
jumping jacks, I can feel my boobs bit by bit 
coming out.

"By now, everyone in the class has twigged to 
what's going on. People are staring, smirking, a 
couple are frowning. But I just carry on.

"And just when I think I'm in the clear, when I 
think my top has settled into a daring but 
otherwise OK position, that's when it happened.

"POP! My tits just sprang free and next thing I 
know I'm topless in front of my aerobics class.

"There's a burst of spontaneous applause and I 
just froze. But... it was the strangest feeling. I 
was the center of attention and I loved it."

"I know what you mean," Nicola replied. "It's a 
buzz."

Alison shook her head. "I never knew I had it in 
me. I'm standing in front of a bunch of strangers 
with my breasts completely bare and I don't even 
try to cover up. Eventually I sorta came out of it 
and dashed off the stage.

"Later that day the boss called me into her 
office. I was pretty scared, I expected her to 
fire me or at least chew me out. But she was 
pleased. Turned out that after my little show that 
morning word got round FAST. There was a big rush 
to sign up for my morning class.

"Laughing, she told me she'd been trying to think 
of a way to drum up business but she never thought 
anything like this would happen. And she asks me 
if I could alter my routine to deliberately 
include the little 'mishap' that I had that 
morning.

"At first, I'm like 'No way am I showing my tits!' 
But I kept going back to that moment, when the 
shock had faded, and I realized I had an audience. 
That and the hefty pay rise convinced me to do 
it."

"I guess that was the birth of topless aerobics in 
Wisconsin!" Nicola laughed. "But what brings you 
here to Hollywood?"

"Well, I was doing my act at the gym. Every 
Monday, Wednesday and Friday morning I'd show up 
to take an aerobics class wearing nothing but a 
flimsy bit of string that, after a little bit of 
exertion, would just burst open to reveal to one 
and all Alison Buffy's charms. Business was 
booming, it was standing room only in the class. 
The only rule was that if you came for the show, 
you had to do the routine. 

"It was really fun. I'd be up there, grinning 
away, my boobs bouncing every which way, with 
everyone enjoying the view and trying to follow 
along. I think I single handedly whipped the male 
population of Tilverton into shape!

"So I did that for almost a year. I dropped out of 
school and made lots of money."

"I can imagine!"

"Inevitably, someone complained, and the gym was 
forced to stop the 'special classes'. But I knew 
that there was money, and lots more fun, to be had 
in Hollywood, so I headed west."

Alison paused in her story, reaching into her bag. 
"I need your help, your, um 'special talents' to 
help me launch my new company. An exciting new 
entertainment enterprise." 

Nicola wondered what she had in mind. A moment 
later she had her answer, as Alison handed her a 
glossy brochure. Nicola read the cover- and got 
quite a surprise.

Topless Cheerleaders, Inc
For all your party needs
Our gorgeous and friendly girls are here to 
entertain!
Alison Buffy, CEO.

"Topless cheerleaders!?" Nicola cried. One of the 
eavesdropping guys nearly fell off his chair. 

"Uh-huh," Alison replied. "We're kinda like a 
combination of hostesses, dancers and waitresses. 
Stag parties, office parties, superbowl parties, 
product launches, business lunches, conventions, 
wherever there are guys who want to relax and have 
a good time, the Topless Cheerleaders are only a 
phonecall away."

Nicola perused the pamphlet. It was full of 
pictures of Alison wearing a cheerleader's 
costume. At least, it was supposed to be a 
cheerleader's costume, there really wasn't all 
that much to it. The bottoms consisted of a pair 
of red bikini briefs that did little to cover her 
ass. The top was nothing more than a red sequined 
waistcoat, with the letters TC embroidered on the 
breast. In most of the photos it was flapping 
open, revealing Alison's pointy tits. The cute 
little ensemble was finished off with a cowboy 
hat, white sneakers, and a big set of red & white 
pom-poms.

"I've sunk all my money into this, but there's 
still lots more to be done. I need to find an 
office, hire some girls, and then start drumming 
up business."

Nicola's eyes lingered on the photo of her semi-
naked school friend on the back page of the 
brochure. Would've thought that perky little 
Alison Buffy would have it in her to strip naked 
and entertain a room full of horny men? 

"I know," said Nicola. "I can start by helping to 
raise some extra capital. Then, we can run an ad 
in the trades and start auditioning girls to join 
the squad."

"Extra capital?" Alison asked, puzzled. "Where can 
we get that from?"

Nicola smirked. "Leave that to me."

************

Let it be said that nothing opens doors in 
Hollywood like a great pair of tits.

(Let it also be said that this isn't literally 
true, as Nicola's friend Dizzy once found out the 
hard way).

Nicola sauntered into the West Hollywood National 
Bank dressed in what could charitably be described 
as a business suit. But it was cunningly tailored 
to make sure the busty Aussie beauty always had 
the upper hand in any business negotiations. The 
skirt was miniscule, a brief strip of navy-blue 
material that didn't even come down as far as her 
black stocking-tops.  The matching jacket was 
sleeveless, baring her beautiful arms. It was 
buttoned up halfway, with Nicola's tanned bosom 
straining to burst out of its tight confines.  
Every step she took set her tits visibly jiggling.

The casual observer could be forgiven for thinking 
that Nicola was wearing just the jacket with no 
blouse or bra underneath, because... well, she was 
only wearing the jacket with no blouse or bra 
underneath.

Nicola's black high heels tap, tap, tapping across 
the bank's threshold heralded her arrival and all 
eyes turned to gawp at the gorgeous starlet. She 
greeted them in return with a cheery smile, and 
with several strides of her deliciously long 
stocking-clad legs she made her way through to the 
manager's office.

The secretary, Elaine, looked up from her desk and 
did a double take. Nicola leaned forward and gave 
her a sultry grin. "Good morning," she breathed in 
her husky, Australian accent. "Nicola Baron, here 
to see Mr. Winterbourne."

"Do you have an appointment?" Elaine asked, her 
gaze darting from Nicola's face down to her chest. 
As she was bent over slightly, Nicola's jacket was 
open, offering tempting glances of her bare boobs.

"No, but I think he'll want to see me anyway," 
Nicola replied. Still a little gob-smacked, Elaine 
punched the intercom.

"Uh, chief, there's a 'Nicola Baron' here to see 
you."

From the speaker came an excited voice. "Nicola 
Baron! Jesus, send her right in and cancel my 10 
o'clock appointment!"

Elaine shrugged. "Please go through, Ms Baron."

Nicola stood up straight, smoothing down her suit 
to make it (barely) decent again. "Better make 
that all his appointments for the rest of the 
morning," she whispered. Elaine stared after her 
with a look that might well've been envy as the 
starlet sauntered into Mr. Winterbourne's office.

As soon as he clapped eyes on her, Mr. 
Winterbourne leapt to his feet. "Nicola!" he 
cried, practically drooling with delight, 
"wonderful to see you again!"

Nicola beamed. "Oh Mr. Winterbourne! It's my 
pleasure."

When she first arrived in Hollywood almost a year 
ago Nicola had no money, nowhere to live and no 
contacts. Her agent had arranged some wealthy 
businessmen to 'invest' in the stunning starlet 
and her career. One of those men had been Mr. 
Winterbourne, manager of the West Hollywood branch 
of the National Bank. Nicola had long-since repaid 
their generosity (and not necessarily with money) 
and hadn't needed their help for anything- until 
now.

"It's been so long," he whined, his big puppy-dog 
eyes staring longing at the beautiful Nicola. 

Or rather, at her tits.

She strutted around to his side of the desk and 
with a slight push sat him back down in his big 
leather chair. Then Nicola plonked her bottom down 
on Mr. Winterbourne's lap and with a wriggle of 
her shapely rump made herself comfortable.

The horny old banker's cock sprang to attention, 
poking Nicola's backside. His eyes glazed over 
with desire, one hand around Nicola's waist and 
the other resting gently on her knee.

"I've missed you so much," he drooled. "I can 
still remember the last time we were together."

"It was at the mansion," Nicola replied. "That big 
client from that Alaskan oil company was in town 
and you badly wanted him to open an account here 
at the bank."

Mr. Winterbourne nodded, recalling that memorable 
night. "He and I drove there by limo straight from 
the airport. And you were waiting for us there at 
the front door."

"I was wearing that adorable little French maid's 
outfit," Nicola giggled. "At least, I started out 
wearing it."

Mr. Winterbourne's cock was throbbing furiously. 
"God, I've missed having you around." His hand 
crept up her knee to rest on the inside of her 
thigh.

Nicola smiled, her elegant little hands fiddling 
with his tie. "I'm sure a handsome and wealthy man 
such as yourself would have no trouble in 
replacing little me."

"No way! Everyone in Hollywood knows there is only 
one Nicola Baron."

Nicola blushed, playfully swatting him. "Oh Mr. 
Winterbourne! You're always stroking my ego... 
amongst other things."

A big dumb grin spread across his face. His gaze 
wandered down from Nicola's angelic face to her 
cleavage threatening to burst out of her jacket at 
any moment.

"It's just like the old days," he murmured, his 
hand caressing Nicola's naked thigh just above her 
stocking-tops.

"Well," breathed Nicola, "I've got a business 
proposal for you. One that could make you and the 
rest of your fellow investors relive those oh-so 
fun days." She leaned forward more, presenting her 
barely-concealed boobs to his lecherous gaze.

"Let's hear it," Mr. Winterbourne replied. He 
tried to sound focused, like the hard-headed 
businessman he was, but his gawking down Nicola's 
top gave him away.

"I've got this friend, Alison. She's trying to 
launch a new company and wants some investors."

"What kind of company is it?"

Nicola smiled. "Let's just say... it's 
entertainment related."

Mr. Winterbourne dragged his attention away from 
Nicola's chest and looked quizzically into her 
deep blue eyes.

"Entertainment?"

"Yes, the sort of entertainment I used to provide 
for your business clients."

Realization dawned on him. "Ooooh. That kind of 
entertainment."

Nicola produced the brochure Alison had showed her 
earlier. She opened it up, holding it open for him 
so that Mr. Winterbourne's hands could carry on 
groping her.

"That's your friend Alison? She's gorgeous."

"I was thinking... you could get the old gang 
together again. Alison and I could put on a 
special demonstration of the unique services the 
company has to offer. And then you can decided how 
much you're willing to invest."

Mr. Winterbourne's eyes shone. He recalled the 
'special demonstrations' Nicola used to put on. A 
memory popped into his head: Nicola, bare-ass 
naked except for a blow-tie and splashes of 
champagne on her boobs, dancing on a table, a 
crowd of men clapping wildly.

His hand crept upwards from Nicola's thigh, under 
her miniscule skirt, seeking the warmth radiating 
from her crotch. Her silky locks of pubic hair 
brushed against his fingertips and Mr. 
Winterbourne realized Nicola wasn't wearing any 
panties.

"It sounds like something I'd be very interested 
in, if this Alison is half as good at business 
negotiations as you are."

"Even better," Nicola replied. She wiggled her 
bottom into his lap and was rewarded with the 
unmistakable feeling of his throbbing erection 
straining to break free of his pants.

Mr. Winterbourne went back to staring longingly at 
the swell of Nicola's cleavage, licking his lips. 
"Sweetheart, anything you want you got. But could 
I just, for old times sake..."

"You want to see my boobs?" Nicola asked. Mr. 
Winterbourne nodded dumbly. 

"Sure," she said perkily. Nicola's nimble little 
fingers undid the few buttons that held her jacket 
closed and her magnificent breasts popped into 
view. Mr. Winterbourne moaned. Nicola had perfect 
tits: large, round, tanned twin globes of delight, 
topped by delicious pink nipples that just begged 
to be suckled. He let out a sigh of delight and 
buried his face between Nicola's boobs.

The starlet giggled. "Oh, Mr. Winterbourne!"

"Please let me fuck you a little?" he begged, his 
hands gently stroking her bare breasts.

"Naughty boy," Nicola admonished him, waggling her 
finger. "You've got a little job to do first."

"OK, OK," Mr. Winterbourne replied. "I'll get 
everyone together on Friday night. It's going to 
be tough, they're all pretty busy these days, but 
I'll do it!"

Nicola grinned. "Good boy!" She jumped up from his 
lap, giving his cock a playful pat through his 
trousers. She pulled her jacket shut, once again 
covering up her glorious hooters.

"And Friday? If I set everything up?"

Nicola tossed back her chestnut-colored hair, 
considering his request. "If you do this for me, I 
will personally make sure that Friday night will 
be a night you'll never forget." Her baby-blue 
eyes twinkled suggestively.

"Oh, thank-you thank-you thank-you!" Mr. 
Winterbourne cried, his tongue hanging out.

Nicola gave a small smile of satisfaction. It 
wouldn't be long before Alison's company would be 
up and running...

************

Once again, Traci's eyes nervously skittered 
across the ad in the paper:

Were you a cheerleader in high school?
Girls aged 18-25 wanted for new company 
specializing in corporate entertainment
Requires adventurous, fun-loving and outgoing 
personality
Willingness to go that extra mile a must!
Open auditions 9 AM June 19 at TCI offices, 
Suite 17, 1556 San Vicente Boulevard, West 
Hollywood.

The buxom brunette had been in Hollywood a month, 
and as she'd yet to be discovered by a movie 
producer it was time to find a second job. 
Waitressing had zero appeal for her. And that's 
when she'd come across the ad.

Traci had been a cheerleader in high school. She 
liked to think of herself as outgoing, fun-loving 
and adventurous. But what exactly was 'corporate 
entertainment'? And just how far was that 'extra 
mile'? She wasn't quite sure, but she was 
intrigued.
	
She'd been a little nervous about what to wear, 
and her friends had suggested that she dress in 
something a little sexy. Traci didn't want to seem 
too outrageous, so she settled on an outfit that 
was raunchy yet decent at the same time: a pair of 
shorts to show off her long legs and a white t-
shirt cut to reveal her bare midriff. She dithered 
over whether or not to wear a bra, and in the end 
decided that she didn't need one as her boobs 
always looked fabulous without one, and unless it 
was really cold or they were planning on dousing 
her with water she'd still remain chastely 
covered.

Traci arrived for the audition nice and early. The 
office seemed a little dingy, with only a sign on 
the door that read "TC Inc" to let her know she 
was in the right place. Butterflies fluttering in 
her bare tummy, Traci entered.

There were at least a dozen other girls in the 
waiting room. Some of them were dressed pretty 
conservatively, others (to Traci's dismay) wore 
very revealing outfits that showed off plenty of 
cleavage. As she entered, everyone glanced at her 
but no one spoke. 

The atmosphere was tense.

Traci filled out a sheet of paper with her details 
and took a seat. She tried to size up her 
competition, all those other gorgeous starlets. 
Traci knew she was cute and had a fabulous rack, 
but it looked like she would have to do something 
pretty special to get this job.

The door to the waiting room opened and a 
beautiful redhead walked in. "Good morning, 
girls," she greeted them chirpily. "If you'd like 
to come through to the studio you can show us your 
stuff."

Traci and the other girls entered into a large 
room. The redhead directed them to line up at the 
far end, while she went to the other and had a 
huddled conversation with a very striking girl 
with chestnut-colored hair.

Nerves gnawed at Traci's resolve. Standing in a 
row with her competitors, she adjusted her clothes 
to make sure they were doing her sexy body 
justice. She was painfully aware of the blonde 
standing next to her, wearing a low-cut blouse 
from which her enormous hooters were threatening 
to burst free. Traci wished she'd thought to wear 
something alittle more... daring.

"OK girls!" announced the redhead. "Welcome and 
thank-you for coming along today. My name is 
Alison Buffy and this is my associate Nicola 
Baron. We're looking for some beautiful and sexy 
girls for our company, and hopefully some of you 
will fit the bill perfectly." 

Nicola steeped forward, and spoke in a husky 
Australian accent: "I know how nerve wracking this 
can be. Trust me, I've been to a few auditions in 
my time. But I really want you to relax and just 
have fun."

Traci nodded, trying to take her advice. She took 
a deep breath, pushing out her chest.

"However," Nicola continued, "I should warn you 
that this job will require nudity on your part. If 
you don't think you can do that, you're free to 
leave now."

There was an audible gasp of shock from the 
assembled auditionees. Traci's heart leapt at the 
word 'nudity', her pulse racing at the thought of 
publicly baring all. A ripple of murmuring ran 
through the girls and a large number of them 
promptly left, collecting their forms from Alison 
on the way out.

Traci, however, didn't. She thought about it, she 
thought how easy it would be to walk out with the 
others, but something made her stay put. Curiosity 
perhaps? 

Apart from herself there were now only four other 
girls left. At least now she had better odds, 
though one of those four was the big-boob blonde.

Alison smiled, surveying the remaining girls. 
"Well, I'm glad to see some of you stayed. It 
wouldn't be much of a company without employees!"

Nicola looked through the remaining forms, 
matching names to faces. "Pepper, do you think can 
handle a little nudity?"

A tall, slim black girl stepped forward. "S-sure."

"And you, er, Cherry, how about you?"

The blonde standing next to Traci spoke up. "Sure 
I can!"

"What about you... Suki?"

The fourth girl, a very svelte Asian who looked 
like a model, replied, "I'll do my best."

"And, um, Traci?"

"Of course," Traci replied. Then she winced, 
hearing herself. She hoped she sounded like a 
professional Hollywood starlet who had no problems 
whatsoever with taking her clothes off, but there 
was an unmistakable quiver of doubt in her voice.

"Really?" Nicola replied. Maybe she heard it too? 
"Traci, could you remove your shirt please?"

Traci fought to control the panic that surged 
through her at that moment. She swallowed. Trying 
to stop her hands from shaking, she reached for 
the bottom hem of her t-shirt and slowly began to 
lift it off. Did Nicola realize she wasn't wearing 
a bra? More than likely.

All eyes were on her. Cherry. Pepper. Suki. And 
Traci's two prospective bosses, Alison and Nicola. 
They were staring, waiting for her to take her top 
off or burst into tears and run from the room.

Traci was painfully aware of time passing, aware 
that she had paused with her t-shirt in both hands 
bunched up just under her tits for too long. She 
felt resolve slipping through her fingers. 

No! She would do this!

Traci steeled herself. She let a broad grin spread 
across her face. With a single yank she hauled her 
t-shirt up and over her chest. No going back now. 
With a single fluid movement she pulled it up and 
over her head, tossing it to the floor.  

Traci now stood proudly topless, posing with her 
hands on her hips, pushing out her boobs for 
everyone to see. Her smile was now a grin of 
victory. 

Nicola certainly looked pleased. "Excellent! And 
might I add how gorgeous you look."

Traci blushed. "Wow, thanks."

"I think," announced Alison, "that Traci shouldn't 
be the only one topless here. Girls, would you 
mind?"

Now it was their turn. Cherry popped off her 
halter-top to reveal a spectacularly large pair of 
snow-white boobs. Pepper, visibly nervous but 
unwilling to back out now, slipped off her shirt 
and exposed perky, cone-shaped tits barely 
concealed in a lacey white bra. She fumbled with 
it for a moment before it too fell to the floor, 
leaving the blushing girl topless. Suki slithered 
out of the dress she was wearing and let it fall 
to her feet, standing before them wearing nothing 
but a black thong.

Now that she wasn't the only one topless, Traci 
felt exhilarated. It was good to be naked!

Alison and Nicola whispered briefly to each other. 
Then Alison disappeared out the side door as 
Nicola addressed the auditionees. 
"Congratulations, you've all passed with flying 
colors. You're all hired."

"All of us?" Traci asked. 

Nicola nodded. "You've proved you've got what it 
takes to be a topless cheerleader. There's lots 
more work to be done before we're ready to go 
public, but I'm sure you four gorgeous girls will 
be a big success in Hollywood."

A wave of relief broke across the four girls. They 
sighed, laughed and giggled in mutual delight to 
being hired.

"But what," asked Pepper  "is the job? We know 
it's something called 'corporate entertainment' 
and has something to do with us being naked."

There came a slight tapping from the door Alison 
had exited out of. "Girls," said Nicola, "this is 
what will be required of you. Welcome to the 
newest, hottest form of party entertainment. 
Welcome to... Topless Cheerleaders Inc."

She whipped open the door and in sauntered Alison, 
dressed in a very revealing costume. Traci 
couldn't believe her eyes, it was nothing like the 
cheerleader outfit she'd worn in high school. The 
accessories seemed normal enough- ten-gallon hat, 
sneakers, red & white pom-poms, but there was 
nothing standard about these clothes. The gorgeous 
redhead's pussy was covered by nothing more than a 
scanty slip of red material. The top half of the 
costume was just a sequined vest, open to reveal 
her tits- hence, Traci realized, topless 
cheerleaders.

"This," purred Alison as she modeled the outfit, 
"is the standard uniform of the topless 
cheerleaders. We're girls for hire at any event 
where the host really wants to throw a party that 
won't be forgotten any time soon. We're 
waitresses, dancers, hostesses, companions... we 
serve the boys with a smile and provide them with 
anything their hearts desire."

"Anything?" Traci asked with trepidation, visions 
of utter debauchery flickering before her eyes.

"Anything," Alison replied with a naughty glint in 
her eye. "But trust me, the money'll flow in and 
you'll have a blast doing it."

Nicola approached the horny foursome with a 
fistful of contracts. "Can we count on you?"

Cherry gave a breezy laugh. "Sure! I've got a 
great pair of tits, why not get paid to show them 
off!" She scribbled her signature on a contract.

Suki shrugged. "I've been doing odd modeling jobs 
for a while now, and this doesn't actually sound 
all that different to what I've done before. I'll 
sign up too."

Traci and Pepper exchanged nervous glances. 
Obviously, they were the ones with the most 
reservations about shaking their bare boobs in 
front of a crowd of men.

"Please?" Nicola looked to them imploringly. 
"You're both absolutely stunning, you'd made great 
members of the team. You're not going to deny the 
world these beauties are you?" Nicola pointed to 
their breasts.

Traci and Pepper broke into grins. "I guess not!" 
said Traci, signed up too.

"Yeah," agreed Pepper, "I do have great tits." 
With that, she added her signature.

And so, Topless Cheerleaders Inc was formed. But 
the semi-naked Alison knew that unless they could 
secure more capital the company was doomed. They 
had to put on the best show ever for the investors 
Nicola had lined up. And to do that, they had to 
whip the girls into shape in less than two days.

************

It fell to Nicola to train up the bevy of bare-
breasted beauties for their debut as topless 
cheerleaders on Friday night. Over the course of 
the instruction period the girls got to know each 
other very well.

Traci was the starry-eyed Midwesterner who had 
dreams of making it big in Hollywood, and after 
meeting Nicola, decided she'd do anything to find 
success.
	
Cherry was another budding starlet. Originally 
from Texas, she'd come to Hollywood after winning 
first prize in a Spring Break wet t-shirt contest. 
She was the most outrageous of the quartet- the 
giggling bimbo would often find herself in 
situations where she was surrounded by men and her 
massive tits hanging out of the front of her 
blouse.

Pepper was the only native Californian, and by far 
the shiest. But she too had big dreams. The wide-
eyed beauty was just learning the fine art of 
striptease, but once talked out of her clothes the 
site of her bare, shimmering, coffee-colored skin 
was well worth the wait.

Suki was a professional model who was getting a 
little bored with the sort of work she'd been 
doing. She'd pretty much done it all- posed nude, 
topless waitressing, even some stripping in the 
clubs. Topless cheerleading sounded like a bit of 
a giggle.

Nicola taught them everything they needed to know. 
The basics was stripping, how to take off your 
clothes in a way guaranteed to drive a male 
audience wild. There was also lap dancing, the 
girls eagerly learning how to grind their bare 
asses into a guy's bulging crotch. But Nicola also 
passed onto them all the tips and tricks she had 
learnt: How to lean over just right so he can look 
down your top. How to present your backside so he 
can show his appreciation with an affectionate 
pat. How to walk with a wiggle that left him with 
his tongue hanging out.

Traci, Cherry, Pepper and Suki took to this 
unusual education with varying degrees of ability. 
Cherry was a natural, but her natural bimbosity 
had a tendency to render her a little clumsy, 
which could in itself be endearing. On several 
occasions she'd drop the tray she was carrying, 
spilling drinks over her boobs. Pepper had 
difficulty overcoming her timidity, but once 
cajoled out of her clothes she was a very 
accomplished dancer. Nicola noted with 
considerable satisfaction the undulation of her 
nude, lithe form.

And Traci was learning how much she enjoyed 
exhibitionism. She enjoyed the feeling of power 
and sexuality that surged through her buxom little 
body as she danced on naked stage, and couldn't 
wait for the opportunity to show her stuff in 
front of a real audience.

Finally, the girls were ready for their costume 
fitting. At an upmarket West Hollywood fashion 
house they lounged around in various states of 
undress as their cheerleading outfits were 
prepared for them.

"You'll find this a great way to get into movies," 
said Nicola. She was eying up Traci, who stood in 
the middle of the room buck-naked trying on her 
little red vest. "Hollywood producers are always 
throwing wild parties, and they'll be real 
interested in hiring the topless cheerleaders. 
Trust me, when you've sat on a guy's lap and let 
him lick ice cream off your boobs he doesn't 
forget you in a hurry."

Traci laughed, her tits quivering with mirth. "I 
can see I'm going to get plenty of exposure 
running around dressed liked this!" She tugged on 
the lapels of her vest, which did little to cover 
her breasts.

"Don't you mean," announced Suki, as she emerged 
from the changing room decked out in her costume, 
"*undressed* like this?" She did a twirl.

Alison entered, looking very excited. 
"Everything's all set for tonight! I booked a 
venue for the presentation."

Cherry squealed with delight, jumping up and down 
(a sight to behold as her boobs bounced 
vigorously). 

"I know we've all been looking forward to this," 
Alison cautioned, "but this is crunch time. We 
really need to put on a good show for the 
investors. If they don't like what they see the 
company will be in deep debt."

That was a sobering thought, but one Nicola did 
her best to dismiss. She jumped up and threw her 
arms around Alison and Traci hugging them close.

"What's not to like? Five fantastic half-naked 
babes, showin' some tits n ass, pampering their 
every whim. By the end of tonight, they're going 
to be throwing fistfuls of cash at you girls."

Alison smiled, looking into her friend's deep blue 
eyes. "Thanks, Knickers," she murmured. "You've 
been really wonderful, taking time out of your own 
work to help get Topless Cheerleaders Inc off the 
ground. I don't know how to thank-you."

Nicola opened her mouth to reply when Alison 
suddenly leaned forward and passionately kissed 
her on the mouth. The Aussie starlet was stunned 
for a moment as Alison's tongue slithered 
delightfully across her own in a more than 
friendly gesture. And then she broke the kiss, 
pulling away from the disappointed Nicola with a 
naughty smirk.

"My pleasure," Nicola replied, for once a little 
flustered. "Anyway, this is as fun a sexcapade as 
any I usually have."

There was a very definite buzz of anticipation as 
the girls left to get ready for the big show.

************

Mr. Winterbourne's limo pulled up to the club. 
Unusual for a Friday night it was closed and 
empty, a sign on the door read "Closed for private 
party".

The old banker's face twisted into a gleeful grin. 
It was his private party!

He stepped out and strode imperiously through the 
front door. The delicious Nicola was there, 
waiting for him dressed in a very sexy little 
black cocktail dress. His lustful gaze skittered 
from the pair of spaghetti straps over her deeply 
tanned shoulders, skimming down her luscious body 
to the hemline that lay high on Nicola's naked 
thighs. She wrapped her arms around his waist and 
welcomed him with a deep mouth-probing kiss.

"Hello Mr. Winterbourne," she greeted him in her 
purring accent. "I'm glad you could be here for 
our little business presentation." 

His cock twitched, enjoying the feeling of being 
held close by this gorgeous model.  "Sweetheart, 
wild horses couldn't stop me."

She laughed, absently rubbing her leg against his 
crotch. "Oh Mr. Winterbourne. I think we should 
get some liquor into you first."

"Bourbon, on the rocks," he ordered. Nicola 
disengaged her body from his and with sashayed 
across to the bar. Mr. Winterbourne stared 
wistfully after her ass before taking a seat.

Everyone was here already, the old gang. There was 
Toby Franks, who ran a successful software 
consultancy company.  Stephen Matthews, partner in 
a big publishing firm. Jake Tiller, the sports 
agent. Robert Huntington, who despite being 
manager of a rival bank, was a longtime friend of 
Mr. Winterbourne. And there was the new boy, Brian 
Thompson ('boy' being the operative term, at 49 he 
was the youngest of the group). Thompson hadn't 
been a member of the partnership who had 
'invested' in Nicola and her career last year and 
had been brought in by Huntington as a prospective 
backer in this new venture.

As Mr. Winterbourne took his seat, the others were 
raucously regaling a wide-eyed Thompson with tales 
of the good old days.

"...so I walk into the suite and what do I see? 
Nicola, bare-assed nekkid and down on all fours, 
with this little Japanese fella, 5 foot nuttin', 
ridin' on her back. Needless to say, we won that 
contract."

Franks chortled as he told his story. Nicola 
arrived with Mr. Winterbourne's drink.

"I think my ears are burning," she said with a 
playful wink. Thompson gaped, stunned to see 
Franks' incredible tale backed up by the girl 
herself.

"Here you go, Mr. Winterbourne," said Nicola, as 
she bent over and placed his drink in front of 
him. As she did so, her little black dress hung 
open. The assembled gentlemen all took the 
opportunity to leer shamelessly at the starlet. 

Nicola deliberately loitered in the bent over 
position as she cleared away the empty glasses, 
giving the old boys a damn good show. Finally she 
straightened up, and Mr. Winterbourne thanked her 
by patting her on the bottom.

"If you're all comfortable, we'll get this demo up 
and running," she announced. This was greeted by a 
murmur of excitement from the assembled investors, 
who were eager to get a glimpse at the bevy of 
beauties Nicola had assembled for their 
delectation.

The house lights dropped and Nicola made her way 
up onto the stage. The club was now in virtual 
darkness, except for the spotlight that 
illuminated the gorgeous starlet. Standing before 
a microphone, Nicola began her sales pitch.

"Gentlemen, my name is Nicola Baron, and I'd like 
to begin tonight's proceedings by thanking you all 
for taking the time to watch this presentation."

Of course, they already knew her (intimately...), 
but nevertheless Nicola was determined to do this 
properly.

"Last year, most of you had the kindness to invest 
in me, providing me with income while I got my 
career off the ground. And in return, I provided a 
certain... service for you."

A ripple of laughter ran through the assembled 
businessmen.

"I'm sure many of you miss those days. Having a 
beautiful young woman just a phonecall away, ready 
and willing to fulfill your every fantasy. Not 
only that, but having a skilled hostess available 
for any special entertainments, such as pampering 
those VIP clients."

A collective sigh rang out. They missed Nicola and 
she knew it.

"Well, I'm here to introduce you all to an 
exciting new enterprise in corporate 
entertainment. For a modest outlay of capital 
investment you can buy yourselves a slice of this 
company, not to mention its gorgeous young 
employees.

"Gentlemen, I give you... Topless Cheerleaders, 
Inc!"

************

Backstage, the girls were gearing up for their big 
moment. Everyone was decked on their brand-new 
Topless Cheerleader costumes, and an adorable 
little squad they made.

"Oooh, that tickles," giggled Traci.

"Hold still," said Alison. "And lean back more." 
Poking her tongue out between her teeth in an 
expression of intense concentration, the sexy 
redhead was busy applying lipstick to Traci's 
nipples.

"There," she exclaimed, finished. Traci pulled 
open her scanty vest to check out the effect. Her 
nipples and aureoles shone bright pink. She had to 
admit, it looked very cute. 

"Well girls," said Alison. "This is it. Make or 
break time for the Topless Cheerleaders."

The tension spiked up a notch. From the other side 
of the curtain they could hear Nicola running 
through her spiel. The girls exchanged nervous 
glances.

"Are we ready?" Alison asked, a serious look on 
her face. They could all see the anticipation in 
her eyes, the burning ambition to make this happen 
and to successfully launch her own company.

"Let's do," said Pepper firmly. They all turned to 
look at her in surprise. The beautiful black girl 
shrugged. "I'm pretty much naked now as it is," 
she said, gesturing at the skimpy cheerleader 
outfit that left her boobs bare poking out before 
her, "I might as well get out there and put on a 
show." 
Traci laughed. "Yeah! Let's do this."

Alison's face burst into a grin. "That's the 
spirit!"

Nicola's voice called out clearly. "Gentlemen, I 
give you... Topless Cheerleaders, Inc!"

With a whoop of joy the curtains parted and the 
Topless Cheerleaders made their first very public 
appearance.

************

The businessmen clapped and whistled wildly as 
five of the cutest little cheerleaders shimmied 
onto the stage. Their outfits were certainly eye-
catching, and didn't fail to raise lustful guffaws 
from their audience.

Music began to blare from the club's PA. Arranged 
in a row, the girls began to dance to the beat. 
They started out with high-kicks, flashing their 
barely-covered pussies to the audience. The girls 
shook their pom-poms with gusto, the vigorous 
movements causing five gorgeous pairs of tits to 
bounce deliciously inside their little red vests.

Under the hot stage lights, the lipstick shimmered 
enticingly. As the music thumped the excited men 
began to stamp their feet, practically drooling 
over the T&A display being put on for their 
benefit. It started out like a raunchy 
cheerleading routine: lots of arm waving and high 
kicks, but their costumes made it clear this was 
not just any cheerleading squad.

On stage, Alison closed her eyes and surrendered 
her body to the beat. Her lithe torso gyrating 
sensuously in the dance she and Nicola and 
choreographed together. If the guys were half as 
horny as she was, their dicks must be fit to 
burst! She could feel heat flowing across her 
practically-bare body. Alison was beginning to 
sweat, her body glistening. Her nipples stiffened, 
poking out hard before her and she shook her tits 
to the rhythm. 

It was the same feeling that she had that day in 
her aerobics class, only better this time because 
the situation was so sexy, so deliciously naughty. 
Alison and her girls were dancing for these men in 
hopes that they would give them enough money so 
they could go on dancing naked for more men.

The dance got even hotter as the girls tossed 
aside their pom-poms. There was nothing 'high-
school' about the routine now, these babes were 
strippers. They fixed their audience with sultry 
gazes and ran their hands along their naked 
bodies. 

From the wings, Nicola watched as her friend and 
their prot g s strutted their stuff. They'd come 
along way, all of them learning the fine art of 
tease. Pepper, the cute little black girl. Traci, 
the buxom brunette. Sleek, sexy Suki. Cherry, the 
blonde big-boob bimbo that everybody loved. And 
the CEO of Topless Cheerleaders Inc herself, 
Alison.

In unison, the girls slipped their thumbs under 
the waistbands of their thongs. Standing in that 
pose, they swung their hips back and forth to the 
music, as if fucking empty air and tempting the 
businessmen with the delights about to be bared 
for their delectation.

The music came to a head in a crashing crescendo. 
In a single, fluid movement, the girls ripped off 
their thongs revealing five very tempting bare 
pussies.

That was one finale that went over well. The men 
leapt to their feet, applauding. Nicola noticed 
that all of them sported a very noticeable bulge 
in the front of their trousers. The music faded 
and the house lights came on.

Grinning from ear to ear, Alison approached the 
front of the stage. "It is my pleasure to 
introduce you to the Topless Cheerleaders. First 
up, the blonde, big-boob bimbo your clients will 
just love- Cherry!"

Her jugs heaving from side to side, Cherry stepped 
forward and took a bow.

"Next, she's living proof that alittle goes a long 
way- all the way in fact- Pepper!"

Without a hint of embarrassment, the petite black 
girl stepped forward. She did a 360 spin to show 
her body off from every angle and then shook her 
bare ass at the men.

"She's sleek, she's sexy, this little Asian dish 
will do anything to make sure your party goes off 
with a bang- Suki!"

Suki slinked to the front of the stage. With a 
sultry look, she licked her finger and ran it down 
her bare chest and down the front of her g-string.

"This buxom brunette is doubly blessed with a 
fantastic pair of tits and the ability to put on a 
show- Traci!"

Giggling uncontrollably, Traci walked forward. She 
had never felt so aroused before in her life, 
shaking her bare tits before the lust-crazed 
wealthy old men.

"And finally little old me, Alison Buffy, your CEO 
of Topless Cheerleaders Inc, and the hostess who's 
willing to go that extra mile to make your product 
launch very special." Alison winked salaciously, 
leaving the businessmen in no doubt that she was 
prepared to use all her talents to satisfy her 
clients.

Still buzzing with excitement, the girls made 
their way off stage and down to where their 
prospective investors were seated.

"Well?" laughed Alison, "do you like what you 
see?"

Mr. Winterbourne cast a leering gaze over the 
girls, completely naked except for their cowboy 
hats and opened sequined vests. They brazenly 
paraded their bare bodies, proudly showing off the 
company 'assets'.

"Me likee very much!" cried Matthews, his eyes 
glued to Cherry's jutting boobs. The giggling 
bimbo wiggled her shoulders, causing her mammoth 
mammaries to sway back and forth.

"I think," announced Mr. Winterbourne, "that we 
should make a more hands-on assessment of Topless 
Cheerleaders Inc before deciding to invest."

The girls exchanged naughty glances and then, with 
a squeal of devilish delight, swarmed over to the 
elderly investors. Each of the girls selected a 
lap and threw a bare leg over the lucky man, 
making themselves very comfortable. As there were 
five topless cheerleaders and six investors, 
Nicola sashayed down and joined them, setting her 
bottom down on Mr. Winterbourne's lap so that she 
faced him.

The lecherous old devil noted with glee that as 
she sat down Nicola's skirt rode up practically to 
her waist. 

"This brings back memories," said Nicola. Mr. 
Winterbourne's hands made a beeline for her chest 
and he shamelessly groped Nicola's boobs through 
her dress. 

From all around them came laughter and giggling as 
each of the topless cheerleaders was given a 
thorough going over by a very horny businessman. 
Nicola glanced over to where Alison was sitting 
with Jake Tiller, the dignified old sports agent 
sucking contentedly on her nipples.

Nicola squirmed on Mr. Winterbourne's lap, feeling 
his stiff cock poking up against her ass. "I think 
junior wants to come out and play," she murmured 
into his ear.

"Take him out," Mr. Winterbourne replied. A tug on 
his zipper and a moment later his penis, red with 
excitement, was sticking up between Nicola's naked 
thighs. Her cool, delicate fingers danced along 
the inflamed member, and Nicola could feel it 
throbbing with desire.

"So..." she said, casually running the tip of her 
index finger over the sensitive cockhead, "are you 
going to invest in Alison's company?"

"God, yes!" he gasped. "It's the greatest 
marketing concept I've ever heard of. Whatever she 
wants, however much money she needs, it's all 
hers!"

One hand still gently massaging Mr. Winterbourne's 
dick, Nicola reached into his jacket pocket and 
plucked out his checkbook. "$10,000 should do for 
now," she said, "from each of you."

His hands shaking with passion, Mr. Winterbourne 
willingly scrawled his signature on the check. 
There was little doubt the other girls would have 
no problems getting ten grand from the others 
either. From all around her Nicola could hear the 
sounds of zippers being pulled open, accompanied 
by excited female cooing.

It looked like her little demo was very 
successful, although it was rapidly degenerating 
into an orgy.

Nicola accepted the check with a smile and placed 
it on the table. Now it was time to deal with the 
matter at hand.

The Aussie starlet slipped her body between Mr. 
Winterbourne's legs and lowered herself to the 
floor. Brushing aside her long, chestnut-colored 
hair, Nicola bent her head forward toward his 
dick.

Mr. Winterbourne let out a long, low groan as 
Nicola's tongue flicked out, slithering across his 
shimmering cockhead. She continued to lick his 
dick for a few moments longer, teasing him with a 
hint of the pleasures the rest of her body could 
provide.

The banker reached out and placed his hands on her 
head. Nicola allowed herself to be pulled forward, 
her mouth engulfing Mr. Winterbourne's dick. Her 
head bobbed up and down in his lap, slurping away.

This is what he missed most of all, the days when 
he had the delectable starlet virtually at his 
beck and call whenever he needed sexual relief. 
Nicola was an acknowledged master of the blowjob, 
and her skills had improved considerably since she 
had first arrived in LA. It was like having his 
todger vigorously massaged with moist velvet. As 
he looked down affectionately at her sucking his 
cock Nicola looked up him, locking her beautiful 
blue eyes with her own. Her lips still wrapped 
around his penis, the adorable Aussie threw him a 
cheeky grin.

Mr. Winterbourne was close to cumming now. But he 
didn't want to come in her mouth, he wanted to 
experience the delights her rippling cunt muscles 
had to offer. He stood up, motioning for Nicola to 
stand as well. She obediently unbuckled his 
trousers and tugged this shorts downs. The 
banker's cock reared out before him, a monster 
menacing the starlet.

Nicola crossed her arms across her chest and 
firmly grasped her little black cocktail dress. 
With a wiggle of her ass Nicola pulled it up and 
over her head, leaving her completely naked except 
for her black high-heels. She tossed the unwanted 
garment aside.

Mr. Winterbourne took a moment to feast his eyes 
on her glorious nude body. It was no wonder her 
acting and modeling career had taken off, even by 
Hollywood standards Nicola was truly gorgeous and 
very willing to make the most of her assets.

As the banker stared wistfully at her boobs, 
Nicola set to work stripping of his remaining 
clothes. Off came the Armani jacket, the silk tie, 
and the Italian shirt. Now it was Nicola's turn to 
leer over his naked body. Despite his age, Mr. 
Winterbourne had a pretty good body. But it was 
wealth and power that really turned Nicola on, and 
so was drooling with lust at the sight of the 
naked banker.

The starlet jumped up into Mr. Winterbourne's 
arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. He 
pulled Nicola close to him, and with a satisfied 
gasp from both of them, he slipped the length of 
his cock into Nicola's quivering quim.

They fucked in this standing position, Nicola 
bouncing herself off his hips in a swinging 
motion, her ass slapping on his thighs with every 
stroke. Nicola closed her eyes, reveling in the 
delicious sensations of pleasure that ran through 
her lithe body. 

God, how she loved fucking! The slippery sensation 
of a cock slurping in and out of her drooling 
cunt, a hunky stud pumping away her like a 
jackhammer. It was hard to believe that it was 
only a year ago she was back home in Melbourne, a 
prude who never had any fun, never was a wild 
party girl, never loved to tease people with sexy 
and revealing clothes.

Mr. Winterbourne grunted with the effort of 
impaling the starlet on his throbbing dick. The 
depth of her passion always astounded him, and all 
this time hadn't dulled Nicola's insatiable 
appetite for cock. As he pressed the sweaty, 
naked, moaning starlet against his bare chest he 
could feel her juices running down his legs.

Ah, it was good to be back in the saddle!

All around them their coupling was being imitated. 
Groan, moans and growls of sexual pleasure 
emanated from the topless cheerleaders and the 
team of delighted investors who were celebrating 
their latest business venture by fucking the 
squealing babes.

Finally, Nicola was rewarded for her efforts by 
the familiar buzzing sensation building in her 
lower body. Her well-toned stomach muscles rippled 
in anticipation of the building orgasm. Mr. 
Winterbourne's cock bucked furiously and he came, 
spurting cum deep inside the slutty starlet.

Nicola threw her head back and let out a shriek of 
pure delight and she came too, her cunt spasming 
wildly.

"Now that," gasped Mr. Winterbourne breathlessly, 
"is what I call a business pitch."

************

As Nicola carried over the empty glasses, she 
caught sight of the reflection of her nude body in 
the mirror over the bar. Feeling a little naughty, 
she indulged in a modeling pose. Hands on hips, 
Nicola thrust out her bare chest and pouted at 
herself.

From behind her came a wolf-whistle. Nicola spun 
around and saw Alison, as naked as herself, 
admiring her from across the room.

"Nice ass, babe!" the red-hair called out.

"Takes one to know one!" replied Nicola with a 
giggle.

The party had moved on, with the investors and the 
other girls having decamped to Mr. Winterbourne's 
hot-tub. Nicola and Alison were left alone in the 
club to tidy up. Neither one of them had bothered 
to put any clothes back on and were sashaying 
around still naked.

Alison took a seat down by the stage, fingering 
the six checks that had been left for her. She 
laughed gleefully. "I can't believe we managed to 
pull it off!"

"Men are like that," said Nicola. "You show 'em a 
little T&A and they do whatever you want."

"I feel like a character out of one of your 
movies!"

Nicola shrugged. "They do kinda reflect what goes 
on in this town." Most of the cleaning up finished 
she went and took a seat next to her school chum. 
Nicola couldn't help but admire Alison's figure. 
Being an aerobics instructor had left her with a 
sleek body, muscles taut and well defined but not 
bulging like a bodybuilder. Alison caught Nicola 
eyeing her up hungrily and the Aussie starlet 
blushed and looked away.

"Yknow, Knickers, I really do owe you for helping 
get this company off the ground. If there's 
anything you want, you got it."

"Anything?" Nicola asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Anything," Alison replied. 

Nicola looked very pleased with herself. "OK, you 
said anything... come and stand over here."

Obediently Alison scooted over and stood in front 
of Nicola. She placed her hands on her bare hips, 
staring down at her. "Well? What now?"

Nicola reached out and wrapped her arms around 
Alison's waist. She gave a squeal of delight as 
her pussy-loving friend pulled her close.

Nicola's hands roamed over Alison's body, admiring 
the stark contrast between her rich, tanned skin 
and Alison's lustrous white flesh. She closed her 
eyes and poked out her tongue, licking Alison's 
flat stomach.

"Oooooh Knickers, kinky," she teased.

Nicola sat back in her chair, spreading her legs 
wide, exposing her smoldering pussy. 

"Your debt repayment starts here," said Nicola. 
"Have you ever done this before?"

Alison shook her head. She lowered herself to all 
fours and crouched down, her face inches away from 
the warmest part of Nicola's anatomy.

"Go on, give it a try."

Tentatively, Alison poked out her tongue, probing 
her friend. Nicola's gasp of satisfaction told her 
she was on the right track. She pushed on, more 
vigorous this time, another long, slurping stroke, 
tasting the salty tang of Nicola's drooling lust. 

After a moment or two of hesitant lapping, Alison 
got her stride and was eating her friend with 
gusto. Nicola luxuriated in the tingling 
sensations surging through her body. She ran her 
fingers through Alison's curly red hair, gently 
urging her on.

As Nicola's hips began to buck in anticipation of 
orgasm, she reflected upon the future of Topless 
Cheerleaders Inc.

"Alison, sweetheart," she murmured to her greedily 
guzzling lover, "you are going to make a fortune."

END.
