Title: Nicola: Live & Uncensored
Author: Knickers
Universe: Nicola Adventures
Keywords: MF, oral, exhib, span, humil
Summary: Nicola gets a little "exposure" on The Tony Moroni Show, but there's a nasty shock in store.


Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude 
words. It's fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the 
decency laws in most states would require it not be read by 
persons under 18. Also, if you're offended by adult themes, 
you should probably leave now. More importantly, this tale 
features women presented as sexual objects. There is nothing 
wrong with this as they are only fictional characters. I urge 
readers, especially young males, to not regard real women in 
this way.

This work is © 2002 the author. Permission is granted to 
freely distribute, provided it is not altered in any way.

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

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

1. Nicola's Hot Screen Test
2. Bikini Audition
3. Hollywood Party Hostesses
4. Nicola: Live & Uncensored <-
5. Nicola Gets A Woody
6. Bikini Christmas Carol
7. Sex Kitten 

Please don't email me asking for the other stories, you can 
find them in a Usenet archive such as google.com/groups 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

Nicola: Live & Uncensored (MF oral exhib span humil)

Nicola stood naked in her dressing room admiring herself in 
the mirror. The 20-year-old Australian beauty had a stunning 
38-25-35 body, and in her bare feet stood 5'9". She had a 
golden all-over tan, a legacy of many a nude sunbathing 
session. Nicola had the trim, sexy figure of a model- which 
is precisely what she was. The Aussie stunner had, only 
months before, arrived in Hollywood from her native Melbourne 
to start her movie career, and had recently finished work on 
her second movie "Bikini Stewardesses 2".

   Now her agent had arranged for Nicola do some publicity 
work, to help get her some exposure. First stop was here on 
the late-night talk show, "The Tony Moroni Show". 'Exposure' 
was the right word for this program, as Nicola had only found 
out after agreeing to appear. Tony had something of a knack 
for convincing his gorgeous female guests to shed their 
clothes, much to the delight of TV audiences. Nicola was in 
no doubt that she would be baring herself tonight! Which led 
her to her current dilemma- what do you wear when you're 
about to strip naked on live TV in front of thousands of 
cheering men? This is why she was standing around nude, 
waiting for the wardrobe girl to bring her the outfit she 
would be wearing (for a while at least) on the show.

   Nicola looked at the reflection of her face in the mirror. 
She had long, chestnut brown hair that draped across her 
shoulders, and deep blue eyes. Nicola smiled. She had a 
charming, toothsome smile that some men said reminded them of 
model Linda O'Neill, with those full pouty lips and cute 
little overbite. Nicola leaned forward and cupped her bare 
breasts, offering them to an imaginary audience. Her smile 
became a naughty smirk. She tweaked her nipples, causing them 
to pinken and swell as if in anticipation of their public 
appearance. Nicola turned to admire her ass in the mirror, 
and only then did he notice the man standing behind her. She 
gave a squeak of surprise.

   He chuckled. "I see I'm not the only one that likes to 
check out a gorgeous naked broad."

   Nicola smiled sheepishly. Her admirer was a heavy-set man, 
with an Italian accent that made her think of Tony Soprano. 
She made no attempt to cover her naked body, even as he 
continued to cast a lustful eye over her figure. "Um, hi," 
she said. "I'm Nicola Baron, but my friends call me 
Knickers." She offered a delicate hand, and he gently shook 
it. "Yeah, I know. I'm Tony Moroni, this is my show."

   Nicola grinned broadly, immediately feeling attracted to 
this important man. "Mr. Moroni! It's a pleasure to meet 
you."

   "The pleasure's all mine, toots," he replied with a lick 
of his lips. "Is that what you're planning on wearing 
tonight?"

   Nicola glanced down her nude body, remembering that she 
was still in her birthday suit. "Oh no!" she giggled. "I'm 
just waiting for the wardrobe girl to bring me some clothes."

   Nicola lowered her eyes and took a step toward him. Her 
voice took on a husky quality. "I'm really looking forward to 
being on your program tonight, Mr. Moroni," she breathed. "I 
understand it should give a real boost for my career."

   "Please, call me Tony. Yeah, I think you can count on 
getting plenty of exposure tonight. I take it your agent has 
talked to you about the um, 'content' of the show?" Nicola 
was now standing so close to him she could feel his hot 
breath on her tits. His eyes burned with lust as he stared at 
the stark naked starlet standing before him. Nicola reached 
out and placed her hands on his shoulders. In return, Tony 
placed his hands on Nicola's hips. The touch of his fingers 
on her bare skin sent sparks of pleasure racing through the 
adorable Aussie. Holding his gaze with her deep blue eyes, 
Nicola nodded. "Uh-huh. I'm familiar with your 'interview' 
style. You can count on me to be a good sport. I'm more than 
willing to join in on the fun."

   Tony smiled, no doubt looking forward to the evening 
ahead.

   "So, do you think I'll be a hit tonight?" Nicola asked. He 
was stroking her now, running his fingers up and down her 
sides.

   "Honey, our ratings are going to go through the roof!" 
Tony laughed. Then he added, "Yknow, before every show I like 
to get to know each and every one of my star guests very 
intimately."

   "Oh?" Nicola replied with a teasing smirk. She reached 
forward and brushed her hand across the bulge in his 
trousers. "And I was beginning to think I was the only nude 
starlet whose dressing room you'd slipped into."

   "No," Tony replied, "but you're certainly the prettiest."

   Nicola blushed and playfully swatted his arm. "Oh Mr. 
Moroni! I mean Tony. If I had any pants on right now, you'd 
be charming them off me."

   They were playing a game that Nicola had learned to play 
well in the few months since she arrived in Hollywood. It 
wasn't just about sex. It was a game of tease and promise, to 
draw the moment of arousal so that her 'mark'- the producer, 
director, executive who had something she wanted- was 
practically begging to fuck her. And it wasn't just them who 
enjoyed it, the erotic dueling of words got Nicola horny too. 
Tony's hands had moved up from her sides, and were gently 
caressing the undersides of her bare boobs, strokes that 
climbed up the swell of her bosom to the nipple on the summit 
and back down again in a soothing, regular motion. Nicola 
shivered in delight. Time for her to make the next move.

   "This could be quite a break you're giving me, appearing 
on the show," Nicola breathed.

   "Yep, it could well be," Tony replied.

   "I feel so obligated to do something for you in return." 
Nicola gave him a doe-eyed look. "Is there anything you'd 
like me to do for you?"

   "Well," said Tony, making himself comfortable in the only 
chair in the room, "you're a smart girl, Knickers. I'm sure 
you'll figure out what it is I really need done for me- or 
*to* me." He opened his legs wide, inviting Nicola to slip 
between them. With a naughty smile, the starlet complied, 
settling her bare bottom on the floor. She began rubbing his 
thighs, causing a considerable amount of motion in Tony's 
crotch, inches from Nicola's face.

   "How's this Tony?" she asked.

   "Oh that's great, great. But it's still not really enough 
of a thank-you, is it?"

   Nicola slid her hands together to meet at Tony's crotch, 
and began to directly massage his dick though his trousers. 
Her delicate fingers gently traced along the monstrous 
swelling that throbbed beneath the material. Tony gave a moan 
of pleasure. Nicola was getting pretty turned on herself. The 
game of seduction had turned into outright foreplay. Time for 
Nicola to take things in hand and see that Tony gets the fuck 
he deserves. She pulled down his zip and reached inside. 
Tony's hot and eager penis leapt into Nicola's cool hand. She 
hauled it out into the open air. Erect and pulsing, it poked 
up out of his pants like a flagpole. Tony was panting now, 
his eyes closed. Nicola gently stroked his cock, coaxing it 
to perform for her. 

   "How about now?" Nicola asked innocently. "Good..." Tony 
replied, reaching down to run his hands through Nicola's 
silky brown hair. Nicola added, "Is there anything else I can 
do for you while I'm down here? Anything at all?" She was 
almost absently mindedly jerking Tony off with slow strokes.

   "Well...," Tony was breathing heavily from the sheer 
pleasure the skilful massage Nicola was administering to his 
penis. "I understand you're one hell of a cock sucker. I'd 
love it if you could give little Tony here a good tongue 
bath."

   Nicola smiled at the compliment. She *was* good at this, 
and was pleased word was getting around Hollywood. "It would 
be my pleasure," she replied. He was uncircumcised, what 
Nicola thought of as a 'lipstick dick'. She rolled down the 
foreskin, exposing the helmet. It glistened enticingly in the 
light. Nicola's tongue flicked out, and she licked his penis 
like an ice-cream, her tongue slithering across the smooth, 
sensitive head. Tony shivered with delight. Her soft hands 
weren't idle during all of this, and Nicola continued to wank 
his shaft. Lovingly, she popped Tony's cock into her moist, 
willing mouth and began to practice her skills on him. 
Nicola's head was soon bobbing up and down in his lap, as she 
fucked Tony's cock with her mouth.

   Tony relaxed back in the chair. He was in seventh heaven. 
All his life, all Tony had wanted was for beautiful women to 
fuck him. When he got his own top-rated talk show on the TNA 
network, that dream had come true. The power that he had 
overcame his less than attractive physique, and now gorgeous 
young starlets like Nicola here were more than willing to use 
their nubile bodies to pleasure him. He gasped in delight, as 
her silky mouth and tongue brought his cock to the heights of 
ecstasy never felt even by him. Nicola was a champion, a 
blow-job princess without peer. He'd have to get her back on 
the show again. Maybe a regular guest spot. Her own private 
dressing room, right next to his, where they could fuck at 
their leisure right before going on. Tony began to move his 
broad hips slightly back and forth in the chair in time with 
Nicola's delicious strokes.

   Nicola could feel the nearness of Tony's orgasm. She'd 
only been sucking him off for a short time, and it was a 
little disappointing that she'd have to wait her turn, but 
there would be plenty of time after the show for a nice long 
screw, back at Tony's place. Nicola's purring pussy would 
have to wait till later to be pumped by the dick currently 
being serviced by Nicola's lips.

   Not for the first time Nicola was amazed at the changes 
that had overtaken her in the past few months. Not long again 
she had been a professional model back in her hometown of 
Melbourne. Although gorgeous, she had been something of a 
prude. But since getting a new agent, and coming to Hollywood 
to launch her acting career, Nicola's sex drive had leapt 
into warp speed. Whereas back then she would only model 
modest and tasteful swimsuits and lingerie, she was now fully 
prepared to strip naked on camera. In fact, in a very short 
time the man whose cock she was slurping on would entice her 
to shed her inhibitions, and her clothes, before an audience 
of millions of cable TV viewers. Nicola purred with pleasure 
at the thought.

   But first, there was the little matter in hand. Or rather, 
not so little. Nicola's expert blowjob skills were bringing 
Tony to climax. She used her free hands to caress his heavy 
balls, coaxing the cum out of them. Nicola could feel the 
violent spasms within his flesh. Tony's cock was becoming a 
bucking bronco, with Nicola just the cowgirl to ride him.

   Just then the dressing room door swung open and the 
wardrobe girl returned with Nicola's outfit for the show. The 
surprise caught Nicola off-guard, and for a moment she nearly 
lost her rhythm, but recovered nicely, with Tony feeling 
nothing but pleasurably more of his manhood sliding down 
Nicola's bottomless throat. The girl didn't bat an eyelid as 
she laid out the clothes on the dresser and Nicola guessed it 
was an everyday occurrence for Tony Moroni to be serviced by 
his delectable guests before the show.

   "Hi Tony," said the girl. "Hiya Debbie," Tony replied. He 
gestured toward the brunette head beavering away at his 
crotch. "Debbie, this is Knickers. Knickers, Debbie."

   "Hi there Knickers," Debbie said cheerfully. Her mouth 
full, Nicola's reply was a friendly, if muffled greeting.

   With a grunt Tony came, spurting cum down the back of 
Nicola's throat. She swallowed eagerly, slurping down his 
seed before he had a chance to pull out of her mouth and 
spray the sticky stuff all over. Nicola knew from experience 
it was not a good idea to let a blow-job ruin her make-up or 
hair right before she went on camera. And the only way to do 
that was to gulp down every last drop, with an extra swirl of 
her tongue under Tony's foreskin to get clean him off.

   Tony let out an appreciative sigh as he stood and buckled 
his pants. "Sorry to cum and run, but there's another guest 
on the show tonight I gotta go 'attend to'." Nicola felt a 
twinge of jealously, but of course Tony wouldn't devote a 
whole show just to her. "Who is it? Anyone I know?"

   "Maybe," Tony replied with an enigmatic smile as he walked 
out the door.

   "OK," said Debbie as Nicola picked her naked bottom off 
the floor. "I've gone for something a bit glitzy and 
glamorous. Try these on."

   Her outfit consisted of a strapless boobtube top, covered 
in blue sequins. It sparkled as Nicola held it between her 
fingers. The bottom was a silky strip of black material, a 
daringly-short miniskirt. 

   "No underwear?" Nicola asked. Debbie laughed. "Not on this 
show!" With the attractive girl's assistance, Nicola slipped 
the revealing ensemble on. The top fit snugly around her 
superb body. Her tits were covered by the sparkly blue 
costume, although plenty of Nicola's cleavage was on display. 
Also on display were her tanned shoulders and upper chest, as 
well as her bare midriff and bellybutton. The skirt was just 
as daring. It was so short, more like a wide belt than 
anything else, revealing plenty of her sexy long legs. Nicola 
plucked at the hemline, wanting to show off as much as 
possible, trying to find the happy medium between exposure 
and decency. But then again, on this show there was no 
decency. Nicola knew that at some point she'd be taking the 
skirt off and showing the cheering audience what was under 
that hemline.

   Nicola posed in front of the mirror, satisfied with the 
outfit. Debbie looked her over as well, examining Nicola's 
fine curves with more than just a professional glint in her 
eye. Uh-oh, thought Nicola. Another girl-on-girl encounter, 
perhaps? Nicola had been strictly straight before she came to 
Hollywood (well, there was *one* time...), but since her 
friend and 'Bikini Bandits' co-star Jennifer had seduced her 
at an audition, Nicola had developed a roving eye for the 
ladies as well. She and Jennifer were still good mates, and 
after partying together often wound up in the sack gently 
nibbling on each other's clits well into the night.

   But before Nicola could pursue Debbie's interest further, 
there was a sharp rap on the dressing room door. "Come in," 
Nicola called. The door opened, and a be-spectacled, acne-
scarred face poked inside. It was Scooter, the Assistant 
Assistant Floor Manager. "Miss Baron?" he asked, his yet-to-
break voice skipping through several octaves, "you're wanted 
on the floor."

   "Coming," Nicola replied, and followed him as her led her 
around behind the set. Not quite 'led' though, as Scooter 
lagged behind, obviously entranced with the sight of Nicola's 
bottom wiggling with each step in her tight little skirt. 
Nicola smirked. Tonight was going to be fun.

   They were right behind the red stage curtain. "We'll just 
have to wait here for..." Scooter's voice trailed off as 
something caught his eye. His mouth opened, and he looked for 
all the world like a stunned mullet. Nicola turned to see 
what he was staring at- and her jaw dropped too.

   Walking toward them was one of the most gorgeous women 
Nicola had set eyes on. She was very tall and statuesque, 
even taller than Nicola herself. She had long blonde hair and 
sparkling blue eyes. But what grabbed Nicola's attention was 
the fact that she was naked from the waist up, revealing an 
enormous pair of tits. Huge whoppers, topped with luscious 
pink nipples, they bounced with every step she took across 
the backstage area. She wore a sparkly, silver-sequined skirt 
that ended just below her navel, and Nicola easily imagined 
the reason she was topless was because no garment could ever 
restrain that rack. The well-endowed girl grinned as she 
spotted Nicola and sauntered over.

   "It's Nicola, isn't it?" she extended a hand. "I'm Kitten 
Magee, the show's co-hostess." Still a little stunned, Nicola 
shook her hand, causing her stupendous boobs to jiggle. 

   "Scooter..." Kitten addressed the AAFM, but he didn't hear 
her. He was still staring down at her chest. Nicola didn't 
blame him! Kitten gave a sigh of exasperation and pushed 
Scooter's chin up so that his eyes were finally looking up 
into hers. "That'll be all Scooter. Please go and check on 
our second guest."

   "Right away, Miss Magee!" he replied, and dashed off, 
nearly tripping over a cable in the process. Kitten shook her 
head and laughed. "No matter how many times we do the show, 
he always acts like this is the first time he's seen these 
puppies."

   "You mean you always go on like this? Topless?" Nicola 
asked. She was having the same problem as Scooter, unable to 
stop staring at Kitten's tits. If she minded, though, she 
didn't show it.

   "Yup," Kitten replied. "Tony and I always do a 'bit' about 
it. Here, you can watch on the floor monitor." She pointed 
toward a TV screen nearby.

   "You must have phenomenal ratings," Nicola murmured. 
Kitten noticed her staring and smiled. She slipped her hands 
under her boobs and bounced them playfully for Nicola. "You 
like them? 46DD, all natural, not an ounce of silicone. Go 
ahead, have a feel." Nicola gave her a surprised look. "Go 
on," Kitten urged her, "they won't bite." Nicola reached and 
gently squeezed Kitten's generous helpings of boob. They felt 
so soft beneath her fingertips. She trailed her nails across 
the sensitive aureoles, causing Kitten's nipples to stiffen. 
Like many women with outsize tits her aureoles were large 
saucers the size of Nicola's palm, and the nipples tasty 
little nubs that cried out to be sucked. Utterly fascinated, 
Nicola continued to grope Kitten until she finally 
interrupted her.

   "Ahem, if you've finished, we can start the show," Kitten 
said with a playful smirk. Nicola blushed alittle, and 
withdrew her delicate hands, but continued to eye up Kitten's 
rack. Nicola noticed that the red 'on air' lights were now 
on, and everyone backstage was quiet. Kitten raised a 
microphone to her lips and spoke. The show had begun!

   "Filmed live on videotape from beautiful West Hollywood 
before a studio audience, it's 'The Tony Moroni Show', TV's 
most outrageous half-hour! Now please put your hands together 
for the man himself, Mr. Tony Moroni!"

   Suddenly, from the other side of the curtain came a burst 
of whistles, hoots, and yells backed by wild applause. Nicola 
jumped, realizing for the first time that she standing just a 
few yards from a rather large audience of men, all of them 
here to see her get up to some late-night hi-jinx. Nicola 
suddenly felt the flutter of butterflies in her stomach. Be 
brave, Knickers! she told herself. It's not like you've never 
done anything like this before.

   As Nicola was mildly panicking Tony continued with his 
opening monolog. She could see on the floor monitor he was 
standing on the other side of the curtain. Wearing a leisure 
suit and slacks, Tony seemed to be playing up the similarity 
between himself and a certain TV gangster. The show was 
pretty much like 'The Tonight Show', although the joke Tony 
was telling was far racier than anything Johnny ever told. 

   "A deli owner hires this broad who likes to wear really 
short skirts. One day, a guy walks into the deli, glances at 
this chick, then glances at the loaves of bread behind the 
counter. 'I'd like some raisin bread, please,' he says. The 
broad has to climb up a ladder to reach the raisin bread, cos 
its way up on the very top shelf. The guy, standing right 
below her, gets treated to one hell of a view up her skirt. 
What Canadians call 'beaver spottin'. Anyway, as she gets the 
bread, all these other guys come in and they twig to the 
situation pretty quick. Pretty soon, everyone is asking for 
raisin bread, and she's climbing up and down. After a few 
trips, this broad is starting to get pissed off. She stops at 
the top of the ladder, glaring at the men standing below. She 
notices an elderly man standing amongst the throng. 'Is 
your's raisin too?' she yells.
'No,' croaks the old man. 'But it's startin' to twitch.'"

The audience roared with laughter. And it wasn't just the 
jokes that made this show really stand out. As the applause 
died, Tony continued.

   "And now it's time to welcome a very special lady, she's 
the hostess with the mostest, except when it comes to clothes 
when she's the hostess with the leastest, a big hand for Miss 
Kitten Magee!"

   Kitten whispered to Nicola, "Just come on when you get the 
cue. And relax! This is *the* most fun show on television." 
With that she pushed through the curtain. On the monitor, the 
nervous Nicola saw her emerge on the other side, smiling a 
little shyly to the madly cheering audience. She raised an 
arm and waved to them, setting her titanic tits wobbling. 
Nicola noticed how much Kitten was enjoying herself, as she 
basked in the glow of male adulation that was being heaped 
upon her bare boobs. Here was a kindred spirit. Kitten was 
blowing them kisses now, grinning at her cheering fans. 
Finally, she demurely trotted over to stand next to Tony. 

   "That's a real nice outfit you're almost wearing there, 
Kitten," Tony remarked, with a laugh from the audience.

   "Why, thank-you Tony," Kitten replied. "The funny thing is 
that there used to be alot more to it. If I didn't know 
better, I'd swear someone snuck into my dressing room, and 
stole the top part of my costume just so I'd have to go on 
the show tonight topless." She placed her hands on her hips 
and gave Tony an accusatory look. He gave a shifty look, and 
winked to the camera. "Yeah, funny that," he murmured. "Funny 
that it happened last night, too." 

   "And the 83 nights before that," Kitten added. They were 
both playing the routine for laughs, and the audience was 
eating it up. "Yknow, Tony, when you hired me to hostess the 
show, you said I wouldn't have to show my boobs unless it was 
absolutely necessary."

  "Well, let's put it to the audience, shall we. How about 
it, guys, is it necessary for Kitten to show us her tits?!"

   "YES!" they roared back. Nicola giggled.

   "Now, Kitten, leaving aside your knockers for a moment," 
(a drum sting from the band) "we've got some really great 
guests on the show tonight, haven't we?"

   "That's right Tony," Kitten replied. "Our first guest is a 
gorgeous twenty-year-old actress and model who comes all the 
way from down under."

   "Down under, huh? That figures. Right before the show, she 
went down on me."

  Another drum sting, followed by a collective groan from the 
audience. Nicola blushed deep red. If only they knew Tony 
wasn't joking!

   Kitten continued. "Although she's only been in Hollywood a 
couple of months, she's already racked up leads in two 
movies, 'Bikini Bandits' and 'Bikini Stewardesses 2'. Please 
welcome, Miss Nicola Baron!"

   Nicola swallowed. It's showtime! she told herself, and 
with that stepped out to meet her adoring fans. A wave of 
cheers greeted her entrance. Nicola stood blinking under the 
studio lights, unable to see them properly, but certainly 
hearing them. Noise and heat buffeted her. Nicola felt hot 
and sweaty, her small amount of clothing uncomfortable 
against her perfect body. She smiled and waved, uncertain of 
what to do next. Kitten appeared, and guided her by the arm 
toward the interview area. "You're doing great, sweetheart," 
she whispered. "Just remember to relax and give the folks out 
there the show they want to see."

   From behind his desk, Tony arose, giving Nicola a chaste 
peck on the cheek, and a not so chaste grope of her boob. 
Then Nicola settled down on the couch, crossing her smooth 
legs and smiling coyly into the camera. Kitten sat next to 
her, wrapping her arms around herself to make a shelf to rest 
her massive boobs on.

   "So, Nicola," Tony began, "I understand you have a cute 
little nickname that you've come to be known as in Hollywood. 
Would you care to share it with us?"

   Nicola rolled her eyes theatrically. "It's Knickers."

   "Knickers?" asked Tony. "Panties, as you Americans would 
say," Nicola replied. Tony laughed. "How do you get a name 
like that?"

   "Well, it started when I was 17. I was at school, getting 
changed for gym. Anyway, I was just taking my skirt off when 
I realized I wasn't wearing any underwear. All the other 
girls noticed and started laughing at me. From then on I was 
'Knickers'." Nicola blushed 'remembering' the incident. In 
fact her agent had dreamt it up for her when she came to 
Hollywood.

   Tony laughed. "So, 'Knickers'. Tell us a little about 
yourself."

   "Well, I was born in Melbourne, Australia. I was a 
professional model there, starting when I was 16. A couple of 
months ago, though, I got a new agent and he suggested I come 
over to Hollywood to become an actress. So I took the plunge 
and here I am."

   "Now, I understand that there's a slight difference 
between the kind of work you did back home and what you're 
doing here in California."

   "That's right, Tony. You see, I used to be such a terrible 
prude. I would never've dreamed of taking my clothes off for 
a photographer."

   "But all that's changed now?"

   "Oh, you betcha. I work nude, I model nude, I act nude. I 
should pretty much stop buying clothes."

   The audience chuckled. The shy Nicola was melting away, 
replaced by the exhibitionist Knickers who always wanted to 
be the center of attention. Knickers, the gorgeous Aussie 
starlet with the killer bod who couldn't wait to show it off. 
Nicola sat back in the couch, thrusting her chest forward and 
casting sultry gazes down the camera lens. She crossed and 
uncrossed her legs, quickly flashing her bare pussy, and 
eliciting a gasp from her audience. Nicola giggled to 
herself, enjoying the tease. Even Tony looked flustered.

   "Well... perhaps you'd like to tell us what your 
measurements are?" he asked.

   "Sure," Nicola replied. She stood up, and leaned toward 
the camera, causing her top to fall open to give the craning 
audience a peak at her luscious tits. "I'm 38," she cupped 
her boobs, "25", her hands slid down her bare stomach, "35", 
ending up on her shapely hips, barely covered by that 
scandalously short miniskirt. She smiled to her audience, and 
was seated again. This time, she sat with her knees just a 
little further apart.

   "Not bad," murmured Kitten beside her, running a hand over 
Nicola's arm.

   Tony was really surprised by now. Perhaps he was unused to 
his guests being quite so forward. "Perhaps we should move 
on... you've recently finished your second movie, 'Bikini 
Stewardesses 2'." 

   "Yes Tony," Nicola replied. "I've brought along a clip 
tonight which really shows off my um, 'acting talent.'" She 
gave the camera a wink.

   "Let's roll that, shall we?" said Tony.

   The lights dimmed, and all eyes turned to the big overhead 
monitor. It was the 'recruiting' scene. Onscreen, Nicola was 
dressed in a skimpy halter top and very short shorts, 
standing in a lineup with a number of other gorgeous young 
women. Nicola's friend Jennifer, as Bikini Airways founder 
Melissa, was dressed in the traditional Bikini Stewardesses 
outfit- blue bikini, little blue cap, collar and cuffs, and a 
pair of gold wings clipped to a bikini strap. 'Melissa' was 
giving the new recruits a stirring speech.

   "So you wanna be a Bikini Stewardess? Well, we don't just 
take anyone. My girls are the best of the best, always 
willing to do whatever it takes to ensure our passages enjoy 
the best flight ever." She paused in front of Nicola. "What's 
your name, sweetheart?"

   Nicola snapped to attention, thrusting her impressive 
cleavage forward. "Kelly," she replied. "Well, Kelly," asked 
Jennifer, "do you think you've got what it takes to be a 
Bikini Stewardess? A sky-bunny? A cabin-cutie? A mile-high 
maid? A First-Class Filly? An all-action, all-smiling, don't-
know-the-meaning-of-the-word-no one-woman inflight 
entertainment center?"

   Nicola thought about it for a moment, and then snapped 
back, "Will all due respect ma'am, you can bet your pretty 
little ass on it."

   Jennifer raised an eyebrow. "And what do you think makes 
you qualified?"

   Nicola smiled. "These." With that, she reached behind her 
back and popped the clasp on her halter-top. Her impressive 
boobs bounced into view. Grinning, 'Kelly' stared out at her 
audience, pushing her tits together.

   The studio audience clapped. On the couch, Nicola gave a 
shy smile to their compliment to her obvious talent.

   "Wow," said Tony, "that sure is a nice set of hooters you 
were flashing there."

   Nicola blushed. "Thank-you Tony."

   "Yknow," Tony continued, "as much fun as it was seeing you 
up there on the big screen, I'm sure we'd all enjoy seeing 
your 'acting skills' displayed here in the studio."

   It took a moment for Nicola to realize what he was asking. 
She smiled, playing it coy. "Oh, I don't know about that 
Tony. Taking my clothes off on live TV in front of an 
audience? I don't know if I could do something *that* 
risqué."

   "Sure you could," Tony entreated her. "A gorgeous young 
woman like you's got nothing to be ashamed of." Tony turned 
to his audience. "How about it guys? Who wants to see 
Knickers give us a bit of a show?"

   There was a roar of affirmation for the eager crowd of 
men, many of them waiting on the edge of their seats in 
anticipation. This is what they had paid to come see, a 
beautiful Hollywood starlet giving her all, and Nicola wasn't 
about to disappoint them. This was her true moment of glory. 
She pretended to think about it for a while longer. "Well..." 
She slipped the tip of her finger into her mouth and gave a 
wicked grin. "OK."

   Nicola stood up from the couch again. She stared down the 
camera lens, seducing the audience with her hypnotic blue 
eyes. Slowly, she began to undulate. Nicola closed her eyes, 
moaning softly. The camera was glued to her body, following 
her every move. Nicola was grinding her hips in the air, 
making love to an invisible partner. Once again, she felt a 
mysterious power of lust and desire to be the center of 
attention take over body, casting off her inhibitions. She 
wanted to be naked, she wanted men- and women- to see her 
stark naked, to ogle her bare tits and glistening pussy. 
Nicola wanted to be wanted to fuck. Arching her back and 
pushing her boobs forward, Nicola reached behind her, feeling 
for the zip on her boob tube. She pulled it down in a single 
motion. The garment fell off, but Nicola caught it and 
continued to dance, teasing the audience, using it as a 
screen to cover her luscious tits. Finally, she tossed it 
aside, baring her magnificent chest to her adoring fans. Next 
came the skirt. Nicola grasped the hem, pulled in up, so that 
it bunched together into a thin band of material riding high 
on her shapely hips. It really was just a belt now, as Nicola 
tugged the hem up more and more of her muff was revealed to 
the camera. She stopped, with just the bottom V of her crotch 
exposed. She cast a naughty teasing look down the lens, and 
then slipped the skirt down. It slid effortlessly down her 
legs, and lay like a puddle of silk at her feet.

   Nicola was now completely naked, except for her high-heels 
and the look of absolute pleasure on her pretty face. She 
stopped moving and assumed a classic model's pose- leg 
slightly forward, hands on hips, boobs out, chin high. As 
enchanting in video and print as she was, Nicola nude in 
person was quite a sight to see, and many of her audience 
would remember for a long time. Staring out into their see of 
lust-crazed faces, Nicola wasn't about to let an opportunity 
slip by.

   "Remember guys, that's 'Bikini Stewardesses 2', starring 
me, in your local video store from next month. Don't forget 
to rent it."

   Her heart pounding, Nicola sat back down on the couch, 
feeling its soft velvet tickle her bare bottom.

   "Well, with that, I think we better go to a commercial 
break. But stay tuned, cos we'll be right back when you can 
see even more of Nicola- if that's possible- and we'll meet 
our next guest."

   The Floor Manager shouted "Clear!", and they were off the 
air. Kitten put an arm around Nicola and drew the nude 
starlet close to her, her enormous left boob rubbing against 
Nicola's arm. "You were wonderful," Kitten purred. "Thanks," 
Nicola replied. "You were right, this is fun!"

   "Honey, there's more to come yet," replied Kitten. Was 
that a wicked glint in her eye, Nicola wondered. Was there a 
surprise in store for me?

   "Back in 1!" yelled the FM. Kitten gave Nicola a quick 
peck on the cheek. "Wait here, sweetheart, we have to go 
introduce the next guest." With that, Kitten stood and joined 
Tony standing back in front of the red curtain. Nicola 
wondered who it could be. Someone famous perhaps?

   The studio lights came back up. The FM called the 
countdown into the show, and they were back on air.

   "Welcome back, you're watching 'The Tony Moroni Show'. Wow 
Kitten, that Knickers is one hot broad," said Tony.

   "Mmm, you can say that again Tony," Kitten replied. "I 
wouldn't mind finding her after the show in my dressing room 
with a pair of flying goggles and a stick of wet celery." 
Tony scrunched up his face trying to picture *that*, and the 
audience chuckled.

  "Well, thanks for sharing that Kitten," Tony said at last. 
"Who's our next guest tonight?"

   "Our next guest is also a rising young Hollywood starlet. 
She's been a professional nude model since she was 18. She's 
appeared in several videos, including 'Supermodel Skinnydip 
Party' and 'Undercover Cheerleaders'. Her new movie, 'Bikini 
Quantity Surveyors' hits the stores next month. Please 
welcome, Miss Angela Monroe!"

   Nicola's face fell. A tall, slim, raven haired beauty 
strode out from behind the curtain, dressed in an elegant, if 
rather short, black cocktail dress. It was Angela "Angel" 
Monroe, Nicola's bitter rival in Hollywood. Since the day 
they met Angela had been cruel and nasty toward Nicola. 
Angela practically threw herself at Tony, French kissing him 
with an enthusiasm that drew howls of delight from the 
audience. Nicola scowled. This was not going to be fun after 
all!

   Kitten led Angela onto the couch, while Tony sat behind 
his desk. Angela cast a scornful glance at Nicola before 
sitting down next to her. Nicola, still naked, squirmed, 
feeling distinctly underdressed next to the sophisticated 
Angela. 

   "Angela, I understand you have a little nickname too?"

   "Yes, Tony. All my men friends like to call me 'Angel'." 
She looked into the camera and fluttered her eyelashes, 
eliciting a collective "ahhh" from the crowd.

   Nicola gave a snort, but said nothing. Angela pretended 
not to hear her. 

   "You're a model, and an actress, just like Knickers here. 
I bet it's a real tough profession."

   "That's right Tony. Ysee, our industry is full of 
*foreigners*, so Americans have to compete for jobs with 
them. Plus there are so many girls who are total sluts who 
will do anything to land parts. It's hard for an honest, 
American girl to earn a living." She cast several glances 
over at Nicola, who was silently beginning to fume.

   Tony had obviously twigged to the situation. He smirked 
and asked, "It sounds like there's some real competition 
going on here in Hollywood."

   "Not really, Tony," Angela replied, with a casual flick of 
her hair. "It's just no contest. The lucky few of us with 
talent get the leads, while the bimbo sluts just fuck their 
way to bit parts. For three months at any rate, before they 
get deported back to where they came from." Angela turned to 
Nicola for the first time. "You've been here for almost three 
months now, haven't you?"

   Nicola gave a forced smile. "Talent is something you're 
born with, Tony. You've either got it..." she arched her 
back, emphasizing her 38 natural tits, "...or you don't." She 
gazed at Angela's chest. The dark-haired beauty had much 
smaller boobs than Nicola, a sore point between them (or 
rather, two sore points). Angela gritted her teeth, but 
didn't rise to the bait. She took a deep breath, puffing out 
her perky, but petite bust. "Unfortunately some actresses 
have all their talent in their tits."

   "I guess that means no tits, no talent," Nicola retorted. 
Angela was furious. Forgetting she was on TV, she rounded on 
Nicola and screamed, "Slut!"

   "Cow!"

   "Bimbo!"

   "Bitch!"

   "You've never worn underwear in your life, *Knickers*."

   "You can talk," Nicola retorted. "You're still wearing the 
training bra your mum bought you when you were 12."

   Angela gasped, her face a mask of shock at such an 
insensitive jibe. Nicola realized she'd gone too far. Angela 
turned pink, then bright red. With a scream she leapt across 
the couch at Nicola, grabbing her by the hair. Nicola 
squealed in pain, and seized the front of Angela's dress. It 
tore easily, her perky tits popping into view. Angela's hands 
were scrabbling at Nicola's chest now, but as she was naked, 
her nails dug into Nicola's soft tits.

   "Ladies, ladies, please," Tony said. "Remember where you 
are."

   The two starlets stopped. They turned to look at the 
studio audience and the cameras, realizing they were 
catfighting on live TV. Tony smiled.

   "I'm afraid we've got a little confession to make, haven't 
we Kitten?"

   "That's right, Tony," she replied with a shrug.

   "Ysee, we knew all along about your little feud, and 
that's why we invited you both to be here tonight."

   "What?" hissed Angela.

   "We thought we'd help you settle this once and for all. 
And what better way to settle an argument between two women, 
audience?"

   "BIKINI OIL WRESTLING!" the crowd roared back. Nicola 
jumped in surprise. Bikini Oil Wrestling? That's why they 
wanted her on the show?

   "So what do you say, girls? You wanna strip down and oil 
up for us, and get alittle payback at the same time? Winner 
will be whoever gives the best show."

   The feuding starlets were lost for words. Nicola finally 
found her voice. "Sure. Why not? I said I'd be game, didn't 
I?" She turned to Angela. The beautiful if bitchy model still 
sat with her small tits hanging out of the front of her 
dress. She wore a viper's grin. "It would be my pleasure."

   The audience applauded. But Nicola was worried. That was 
an awful glint she spied in Angela's eye.

   "OK, we're gonna take a quick commercial break, but stay 
with us cos we'll be right back with more fun, plus the 
bikini oil wrestling grudge match of the century, Knickers 
Baron versus Angel Monroe. You *do not* want to miss that!"

******

   Nicola once again stood naked in her dressing room, trying 
very hard to ignore Scooter as he covered her body in oil. 
Why did she get herself in for this? Bikini oil wrestling 
against her mortal enemy Angela Monroe on live TV? Would that 
really catapult her to stardom?

   At least Scooter was enjoying himself. It was hardly 
surprising. Nicola was completely nude, and standing on a 
plastic sheet. Scooter had a dopey grin on his face and a 
large tent in the crotch of his trousers. This particular 
part of his job required him to personally make sure Nicola 
was oiled up for the match. Excitedly, Scooter squirted more 
oil across Nicola's already slick chest, and began to massage 
her bare boobs. As unattractive as Scooter looked, Nicola had 
to admit he gave a great oil massage. His fingers squeezed 
her tanned tits, skimming across her erect nipples. A 
familiar tingle was dawning in her loins. It was not what 
Nicola needed right now.

   "Could you do my bum please?" Nicola asked, turning to 
present her rump to Scooter's magic fingers. "Ah, sure, Miss 
Baron!" Scooter replied, his hands now massaging her ass 
cheeks. Nicola was pretty well greased up by now, Scooter's 
eager hands had roamed across almost every nook and cranny of 
her gorgeous body. She could see on the monitor that they 
were out from commercial and Kitten was performing a comedy 
sketch. Still topless, she was dressed as a chef in a 
supermarket, her enormous knockers hanging over the front of 
her apron. Evidently, she was trying to get passers-by to 
sample a particularly revolting brand of cheese-in-a-can. 

   Suddenly Nicola let out a gasp. Scooter's hands had found 
her labia and were now oiling that up too. He gently held the 
tenderest part of her anatomy between his thumb and 
forefinger, stroking it. Nicola looked down in surprise at 
his buck-toothed grin. Who would've thought that geeky 
Scooter knew exactly what to do with a woman's joy 
department? Nicola couldn't help herself, she opened her legs 
to allow Scooter to probe deeper inside her. Scooter leapt on 
the opportunity, his digits slithering deep inside her pussy. 
Nicola moaned. The oil burned her sensitive cunt, but that 
was nothing compared to the desire burning inside her as 
Scooter finger fucked her. She was grinding her hips, fucking 
his hand back, her greedy pussy trying to suck more of his 
fist inside of her.

   Nicola came, her juices rolling down the inside of her 
bare legs, mixing with the oil to create a musky odor of sex. 
Scooter, satisfied with a job well done, sat back to admire 
his handiwork. Nicola's beautiful tanned body was darkened 
further by the oil. She glistened in the light, her perky 
nipples and full breasts, smooth stomach, and inviting 
crotch. Scooter handed Nicola a white string bikini to wear. 
Nicola tied on the top to (just) cover her boobs, while 
Scooter (his face inches from her pussy) tied the bottoms on.

   "It's time now, Miss Baron," Scooter told her. Nicola 
adjusted the bikini. It concealed very little of her body, 
the top consisted of small triangles that covered her nipples 
but allow generous amounts of boobflesh to hang free, whilst 
her bottom was displayed by the g-string that disappeared 
between her ass cheeks, and reappeared as a tiny wedge of 
material that made Nicola truly appreciate the ultra-close 
bikini wax. Nicola admired herself in the mirror, and noted 
with satisfaction that she was devastatingly cute. On the 
monitor the sketch was winding up. Kitten had hit upon the 
idea of squirting dollops of cheese on her nipples, and male 
customers were lining up to lick it off. Nicola steeled 
herself. It's showtime!

******

Tony was wearing an awful paisley jacket and sitting at his 
desk with an old-fashioned microphone in front of him. He was 
going to play commentator tonight.

   "Alright sports fans! It's the Bikini Oil Wrestling match 
you've all been dying to see! In the white trunks, weighing 
in at 38-25-35, all the way from Melbourne Australia, 
'Knickers' Baron!"

   At the other end of the studio a spotlight flicked on to 
reveal 
Nicola dressed in her white bikini. She had been completely 
nude in front of this audience just minutes ago, but now that 
she was wearing tiny swimsuit she felt even more exposed to 
their lustful gaze. They were no doubt hoping that Angela 
would soon tear Nicola's bikini off her glistening body. She 
gave a nervous smile and waved. The audience clapped, 
whistled and even barked in their excitement.

   "And in the black trunks, weighing in at 32-22-32, from 
Trenton New Jersey, 'Angel' Monroe!"

   Another spotlight came on, revealing Angela wearing a 
black bikini and also slippery with oil. She growled and 
flexed her biceps. Nicola noticed with some alarm that 
Angela's slim body bulged with muscles. The audience again 
went wild, though there were a few hisses and boos among the 
clapping. Evidently Nicola wasn't the only one who saw Angela 
as the badgirl.

   Between the two starlets was an inflatable children's 
paddling pool, as oily as they were. Standing next to this 
was the referee: Kitten, dressed in a cutoff black and white 
stripped shirt that barely covered her boobs, and a black 
pair of hotpants. The busty beauty waved the combatants over 
to the 'arena'.

   "Alright girls," Kitten instructed them, her amplified 
voice filling the studio, "I don't want a good clean fight. I 
want as dirty a fight as can make it. Winner will be whoever 
puts up the best show. Now I want you to kiss and go to your 
corners, then on the bell come out catfighting."

   Both girls looked startled. Did she say kiss? Couldn't 
they just shake hands? Awkwardly the two starlets leaned 
their heads together, their faces almost touching. They 
hesitated, no-one was sure which way to go, and neither 
wanted to bump noses with their nemesis on live TV. Finally 
Nicola broke the impasse by kissing Angela on the cheek. 
Angela murmured in her ear, "In a few moments, slut, you'll 
be kissing my ass."

   "In your dreams, Little Miss Mini-Tits," Nicola whispered 
back. Then they parted, taking a few steps back to the 
opposite ends of the paddling pool.

   The bell wrung! Nicola put on a stern face and stepped 
forward to meet her enemy. Both girls adopted a fighter's 
stance, hands out ready to attack. They circled each other, 
looking for an opportunity to attack. All around them was the 
roar of the crowd and the babble of Tony's voice as he called 
the fight.

   Nicola's eyes roamed across Angela's near-naked body. She 
looked so good, dressed in little more then a sheen of oil. 
Steady Knickers, this isn't the time to be thinking about 
that! However, she noticed the knot holding her bikini 
bottoms in place rode high on her shapely hip, the end 
dangling temptingly down her thigh. Nicola narrowed her eyes, 
and made a grab for it. With cat-like speed, Angela's left 
arm lashed out and blocked her, while her right arm grabbed 
Nicola's wrist. Nicola squealed in surprise. Angela was 
holding her tight with one hand, and with the other fought to 
tear at Nicola's bikini top. The adorable Aussie panicked, 
Angela was much better at this than she thought. Unable to 
dodge away, Nicola did the only thing she could. She leapt 
forward, and grabbed Angela around the waist. The two near-
naked bodies slithered against each other. Nicola felt 
Angela's small boobs pressed against her own, and for a brief 
moment she knew what it was like to have four tits. Despite 
the torment Angela had heaped upon her, Nicola felt an erotic 
charge as they held each other close. Angela wriggled 
frantically in Nicola's grasp, unwittingly grinding their 
crotches together. Nicola suppressed a moan. She reached 
behind Angela's back, searching for the knot that held her 
bikini top in place, her fingers sliding across the bitchy 
starlet's oiled flesh.

   Angela quickly twigged to the tactic, and with a shove 
pushed Nicola backwards. She stumbled, falling to her knees. 
Angela stood over her, hands on hips, her modest tits 
quivering with deep breaths. "Come on, you no-talent Aussie 
bimbo. Come and get me." With a squeal, Nicola launched 
herself at Angela. It was a mistake. Angela grabbed her by 
both arms, pinning them to her sides. Nicola fought to break 
free but Angela was surprisingly strong. Too strong. The 
momentum of Nicola's charge sent the pair swinging, and with 
a painful thud Nicola fell face down on her boobs in the 
pool. Angela's fall was more controlled, and she landed on 
top of Nicola, pinning her to the floor. Nicola squirmed 
desperately, but with a knee in her back it was no good. She 
was helpless and at Angela's mercy, all on live TV.

   The crowd roared their delight. The studio cameras crowded 
around the hapless Nicola, catching every angle of her 
predicament. She could see on the floor monitor an evil grin 
of delight on Angela's face. "OK, you win! Get off me!" 
Nicola squealed. From behind her Angela coldly replied, "It 
ain't over yet. You heard the lady- we're supposed to fight 
dirty." Angela suddenly released one of Nicola's arms. She 
flailed wildly, but uselessly. Angela's free hand untied 
Nicola's bikini top, and with a good tug pulled it out from 
beneath the pinned starlet. Nicola yelped. She looked up at 
the audience. They were laughing now, applauding her dilemma. 
Kitten circled the pool, but did not intervene. This was a 
fight with no rules. Nicola, helpless, was humiliated. She 
started to blush, a deep red bloom on her cheeks that spread 
down across the exposed top of her chest. But it seemed 
Angela was far from finished.

   The raven-haired beauty grabbed Nicola's one free hand. 
Nicola could feel her tying something to the wrist. It was 
her own bikini top! Angela yanked the captured hand across 
and began to bind it tightly to the other. Nicola's hands 
were being tied behind her back with her own bikini top! She 
continued to writhe, but with her hands bound it was an even 
more futile gesture, as she wiggled like a worm in the oil. 
She could still kick, but Angela sat back on her legs, 
pinning them to the ground as well.

   Again, Nicola felt Angela's fingers loosen the knot that 
held her bikini bottoms together. "Okey-dokey now, here we 
go," she said with an evil smirk. There was nothing Nicola 
could do as her archenemy stripped her naked in front of the 
jeering crowd. Angela tugged the remaining half of her bikini 
free, and used it to tie Nicola's ankles together. Nicola was 
now completely helpless. This was without a doubt the most 
humiliating moment of her life. But still, Angela wasn't 
finished.

   "How about a show, boys?" Angela called out to the 
audience. The reply was an incoherent roar. Angela knelt 
down, hauling Nicola over her knee. Her exposed bottom 
glistened enticingly under the hot studio lights. Cackling 
with glee, Angela raised her right hand in the air.

   SMACK. She brought it down on Nicola's backside. She let 
out a squeal, more of shame than actual pain. Her face burned 
with embarrassment as she choked back tears. Again Angela 
raised her hand, and brought another blow down on Nicola's 
poor bottom. The audience was going wild- this was beyond 
what they had hoped. Angela continued to spank Nicola at 
will, raining down blows. At last she stopped, panting. 
Nicola's face and bottom were both bright red. She peered out 
at the audience from behind strands of hair plastered to her 
face with oil and sweat. "I think we know who the real winner 
is tonight," Angela declared. She stood up, facing the crowd 
with a victorious grin.

   Kitten helped Nicola to her feet, pulling free her bonds. 
The Aussie starlet's eyes were red and moist. Tony had come 
down from his desk and now stood near the pool, regaling the 
audience with how wonderful a match they'd seen tonight. With 
Nicola untied, Kitten stood between them, holding each by the 
wrist. In a loud voice, she cried: "I declare the winner and 
champ-een  Knickers Baron!" With that, she raised the 
startled Nicola's arm above her head.

   All hell broke lose. The audience was cheering, vocal in 
their approval of Kitten's choice of winner. Angela was 
enraged and stunned. "WHAT? Her???"

   Tony led Nicola to the front of the stage. The naked 
starlet, still slick with oil and a little red from the 
spanking, gave her fans a stunned smile. "Thank-you, thank 
you all!" She cried, throwing them kisses.

   "What the hell is going on here?" Angela demanded. "I 
won!" Kitten gave a thin-lipped smile. "I believe I said the 
winner would be whoever puts up the best show. Nicola 
definitely did that tonight."

   Angela was stunned. "We'll see about that," she murmured 
through clenched teeth. She took a step toward Nicola, but 
Kitten grabbed by the wrist and spun her around. "We got one 
rule around here, sister, show your tits and show 'em with a 
smile. I notice you're the only one still covered up." Angela 
gave a snarl, and brought her fist back to punch Kitten.

   The busty hostess didn't bat an eyelid. She gave an 
exaggerated shrug of her shoulders. Her massive boobs swung 
up with considerable force and crashed together on either 
side of Angela's head. She went down, knocked out cold. 
Kitten smiled and patted her tits. "Good work, girls."

   Oblivious to the fracas behind her, the naked Nicola 
basked in the adoration of her fans. How many of them would 
rush out next month and rent  Bikini Stewardesses 2  she 
wondered. How many of them, their appetites whetted by 
tonight's entertainment, would be salivating to see more of 
Nicola's body? And willing to pay for the pleasure? She 
smiled, as she waved out at them. Yep, she was pretty sure 
tonight had been a good move for her career.

END.

