Master and Apprentice 
   As Nicole Aveline walked into her flat, loud music washed over her and
she was greeted with the most astounding sight.  Sitting in her lounge room
was a skinny, geekylooking student who she vaguely recognised from one of
her classes.  His eyes were glazed over with pleasure and a thin strand of
drool ran from the corner of his mouth.

   His expression of vacant lust was hardly surprising, as Nicole's
roommate Melody was busy administering him a lapdance.

   "Melody!" Nicole gasped in shock.  Her friend was grooving to the beat
of the music, her bare boobs bouncing with every enthusiastic wiggle and
shimmy of her luscious body.

   Naked except for a tiny black thong and black high-heels, Melody turned
around and began to grind her ass into her client's crotch, eliciting a
string of gasping moans from him.  "Hi Nica!" she greeted her friend
warmly. "Have you done the shopping yet?"

   All Nicole could do was stare at Melody.  She was her flatmate and best
friend at Harmon Campus, but her capacity for raunchy behaviour never
failed to amaze her.  Melody was very good-looking, tall with dark hair
that framed her pretty face, and large Dcup boobs, that were currently
playing hostess to one lucky guy.

   Melody had turned back around to face her customer, placing her delicate
hands on his shoulders, rubbing her luscious tits against his face. 
Nicole's eyes grew wide as her gaze travelling down her friend's bare back
and g-string that nestled snugly between her ass-cheeks.

   The guy's moans became louder.  Melody was sliding her bare thigh up and
down his crotch, fucking him with her lovely leg.  From the looks of it he
had a Rhino horn stuffed in his pants.  In an instant Melody's dance turned
into dry-humping, her pussy inches from his throbbing dick.

   The tall busty girl was moving in speed and her large mounds swayed
enticingly in front of the over excited boy's face.  Looking over to her
friend Nicole, Melody smiled wickedly and leaned a little forward, making
her impressive chest slap the drooling boy on the face as she masturbated
him through his pants with her lewd dance.

   His eyes rolled back in his head and he let out a loud gasp of pleasure,
bucking wildly beneath Melody's wiggling body.

   With a smile of satisfaction, Melody stood up from his lap.  "I hope you
enjoyed the ride," she quipped.  Nicole noticed a dark stain spreading
across the front of his jeans.  He didn't seem to care, rising unsteadily
from the chair and tottering towards the door, still floating in a haze of
sexual delight.

   "Remember," Melody said to him as she guided him out of their flat, "if
you've got the dough, then I'll be your ho."

   Now that they were alone, Nicole snapped out of her astonishment.  "What
were you doing?"

   "Thirty quid!" she beamed, holding aloft the payment for her lapdance.
"Pretty sweet for ten minutes work, eh?"

   "Melody, you ARE a nasty girl!" Nicole said giggling, still a little
shocked to find out her roommate and best friend was making money with her
body like this.  "But I got to admit that it was fast and easy cash!"

   "You bet!" Melody laughed.  "Not to mention it was very hot too!  You
should try it yourself young lady!  You do have the right body for it!"

   Nicole laughed and shook her head.  Melody could be so slutty, but she
still liked her a lot.  Melody picked up a napkin and wiped the saliva off
her boobs, then slipped on a green tshirt.  "Now, that's my share of this
week's rent money, what about yours?"

   Nicole's gorgeous face creased in dismay.  Money was always a problem
for the students, scraping every penny just to get by.  Nicole Aveline was
an 18 year-old adorable little brunette who stood just 4 foot 11 inches. 
Her two best assets were her massive E-cup boobs that jutted out in front
of her, straining against the tight fabric of her t-shirt like a pair of
twin torpedoes.  What could she do to make money?

   A naughty smile crossed Melody's lips.  Nicole knew that smile well. 
Although Nicole would occasionally enjoy putting on some sexy clothes and
giving everyone sneak peaks inside her well-stretched t-shirt, she was
still a fairly shy person.  But Melody would dare her to go further, expose
more of her luscious body than her intended and do things Nicole never
thought she'd do.  And Nicole was a fool for dares.

   That smile told Nicole that she better get ready to put on a show, cos
Melody was about to dare her to do something nasty.

   "What is it this time?" Nicole asked with a sigh, folding her arms
across her chest (well, trying to fold her arms across her chest).

   Melody picked up the university's student newspaper.  "I saw an ad in
here, you should check it out."

   +++++ Contestants Wanted For TV Gameshow The American TV gameshow 'Co-Ed
Bikini Challenge' will be at London University this week, auditioning girls
to appear as contestants.  The lucky three chosen will be flown to Los
Angeles to tape the show, with fabulous prizes up for grabs and a minimum
of $US500 just for playing 'Co-Ed Bikini Challenge'.  +++++

   "A TV gameshow?" said Nicole, mystified.  "It sounds like you have to
wear a bikini.  Nothing too raunchy there."

   "Oh no!" giggled Melody.  "I saw this show on Channel 5 one time. 
There's a lot more to it than just wearing a bikini." She smirked and
added, "or maybe I should say a lot less to it than just wearing a bikini."

   Nicole had flaunted herself before, but only for a few guys in small
groups.  This 'Co-Ed Bikini Challenge' thing would be seen by loads of
people, not just in England but in the USA as well.

   "Think you're up for it?" Melody asked.

   "I don't know Mel!  It's a little too much for me..." Nicole answered
blushing.  The idea of showing off on TV was very exciting, but she was too
shy to seriously consider it!  "Everyone I know would be watching me!"

   "That's the point!" Melody replied.  Suddenly she grinned and decided to
`play dirty' on Nicole's soft spots.  "Of course if you don't have the guts
I can understand...  after all your `beloved daddy' would see it and what
would he think of his `little princess'?  I can understand why you're this
scared, you've always been daddy's girl...  doing whatever would please
him..."

   "What?!?" Nicole cried, annoyed.  Her father was a domineering bigot
pain in the ass who had kept Nicole under his control until she managed to
escape him by coming to London to study.  She was so pissed off with him
she'd do anything to `get even' with the abusive bastard!

   "Don't get angry Nica, I can understand if you're still scared of what
your dad would think, and, of course, participating in this bikini contest
would make him really mad!" Melody continued teasing her.  "But if you
don't have the courage I'll understand.  So, are you coming with me to the
try-outs or not?"

   Nicole shrugged her shapely shoulders causing her massive boobs to bob.
"Sure.  Why not?"

   **********

   The auditions for 'Co-Ed Bikini Challenge' were held at The Dragon Bar,
a local dive that often served the students of London University.  Most
recently, it had been used for the 'School Disco', nothing to do with kids
but a dance for the uni students to dress-up in school uniforms (which had,
of course, provided Melody with a great excuse to showcase her knockers in
a very tight school girl's blouse).

   Nicole entered the bar wearing her best 'teasing' clothes.  If she
wanted that free trip to LA and a sack load of cash to go with it, she'd
have to put on quite a show.  The busty little cutie knew that the best way
to accomplish this was to put her best assets on display, and so she'd
dressed accordingly.

   She was wearing a fiery-red halter-top that was really unsuited for a
woman of Nicole's bust size.  The entire top half of her boobs were bare,
right down to her scarcely concealed nipples.  With every step the tasty
fresher took her knockers would bounce provocatively, threatening to pop
out of their tight confines.

   Nicole smiled to herself.  "Nothing puts a couple of Es on display like
a nice halter-top." She held her back straight, pushing out her chest for
everyone to see.

   The rest of Nicole's outfit consisted of a short, black skirt that came
down just a couple of inches below her pussy, leaving her lovely leg on
display, and a pair of red pumps.

   Everyone in the bar turned to stare at her as she entered.  There were
dozens of girls there, all packed into that small space, many of them
dressed as raunchy as Nicole.  But, she smirked, none of them have been
blessed with a pair of tits you could ski down.

   "Nica, over here!" called a voice from the throng.  Nicole saw Melody
standing with another girl, a tall, very cute brunette with smallish-B
boobs.  Melody was wearing a sparkly blue top that tied around the back of
her neck and around her waist but had no back to it whatsoever.  Nicole
loved that garment, from behind Melody looked like she was naked from the
waist up!

   "Nicole, this is Tiffany," Melody introduced her friend to the other
girl, who was dressed in a slinky strapless black cocktail dress that clung
to every curve of her body.  Tiffany looked Nicole over with a hungry look,
much as a guy would, and she blushed.

   Melody wrapped her arms around Nicole and Tiffany and hugged them close.
"I think we've got what it takes to win those spots on this gameshow."

   At that moment a set of double-doors at the far end of the Dragon swung
open and a group of people entered.  Most of them were a camera crew
lugging their gear along.  Leading them was a tall, very beautiful girl and
a rather hunky black man in an Armani suit, with a wispy goatee and
designer glasses.

   Their entrance had an electric effect upon the assembled crowd of
would-be starlets.  They instantly hushed, at the same time doing
everything possible to make themselves look more desirable.  Nicole licked
her lips, pushing her impressive boobs even further out.

   The girl, a gorgeous model with shoulder length chestnut-coloured hair
and sparkling blue eyes, stepped forward and addressed them.  She was
dressed dead sexy, in a slinky red boob-tube that looked like it might
slide down her body and turn into a belt, and a black mini skirt with a
slit up the side to reveal her thigh.

   "Hello everybody, and thanks for coming along today.  My name is Nicola
Baron, hostess of 'Co-Ed Bikini Challenge', and this is the show's producer
Mr.  Marcus Blackrod."

   Nicola spoke in a sexy, husky Australian that made Nicole feel a little
tingly.  Mr.  Blackrod said nothing, casting an appraising eye over the
girls.  His brown eyes fell upon Nicole, and she felt his gaze sliding
across her exposed cleavage like a big wet tongue before passing on.

   "As you know," Nicola continued, "we have a fabulous prize up for grabs
today, but we can only choose three of you.  So do your best to impress Mr.
Blackrod, good luck, and above all have fun."

   Have fun?  Nicole was feeling nervous.  She wanted that trip to LA and
the chance to appear on 'Co-Ed Bikini Challenge', but to get it she'd have
to put on quite a show.  She'd have to go further than she'd ever gone
before, flaunt her body more than Melody had ever goaded her in the past.
Nicole took a deep breath to calm her nerves, swelling her chest and almost
causing her mammoth Es to burst out of her halter-top.

   "Come on, Nica," smirked Melody.  "You've got the biggest boobs of any
girl in this room.  All you need to do is shake your tits in Mr. 
Blackrod's face and you'll be on that plane to America in no time."

   The girls were formed in a long queue.  Nicola and the camera crew were
making their way along the line, shooting footage of the wannabe
contestants.  Mr.  Blackrod himself stood at the far end of the bar,
talking on his cellphone and occasionally making notes.  His aloof
demeanour suggested he was well used to jetting around the world,
appraising semi-naked co-eds desperate for stardom.

   Nicole blushed as she pictured herself on TV, wearing a tiny
micro-bikini and jumping up and down till her top burst open and her tits
spilled out.  Could she really do that in front of thousands, maybe even
millions of drooling men (and women!)?

   Suddenly, the Dragon's front door burst open with a bang.  Everyone spun
around to watch in astonishment as an elderly gentleman marched into the
bar.  He was a crusty old fellow, his liver-spotted face puffed red with a
mixture of exertion and anger as he stormed in upon the auditions.

   "Oh no," murmured Nicole.  "It can't be."

   "What is going on in here?" he thundered.  "I've just received word that
the good name of this institution is being sullied in a wanton display of
debauchery!"

   Some of the girls giggled, a few of them looked embarrassed.  None was
more embarrassed than Nicole herself.

   The old man zeroed in on Nicole and strode over to her.  "Young lady!"
he roared, "when I read in the paper that the University of London was
playing host to this...  exhibition I came down here straight away. 
Knowing you, and your association with this brazen hussy..."

   ("What's a 'brazen hussy'?" Melody asked.

   "It's posh for 'slut'," replied Tiffany.

   "Oh.  For a moment I thought he was insulting me.")

   "...  I knew you'd been here, shoving your tits into everybody's faces!"

   Nicole blushed, cringing before her father's angry gaze.  She'd never
felt so embarrassed before, surrounded by all her staring friends and
fellow students.

   "You're coming with me," he declared, and grabbed Nicole by the arm.  He
yanked her with such force that Nicole's right boob leapt out of her
halter-top.  "I have not raised my only child to be a harlot!  You are the
shame of our family...  I'll never let you out of my sight again!" She gave
a slight squeal of shock, and blushed even more.  Her captor took no
notice.

   Suddenly, a voice boomed out across the Dragon.  It was a deep, rich
American voice that instantly commanded everyone's attention.

   "Excuse me, sir, can I help you?"

   It was Mr.  Marcus Blackrod.  He stood with his arms folded across his
muscular chest, his words polite but his posture and steely gaze letting
the intruder know that he was ready for trouble.  The old man turned to
face him with a look of extreme arrogance.

   "Mind your own business," he snapped.

   "But this is very much my business," Mr.  Blackrod replied.

   His opponent turned red with rage.  "Why, I won't stand here and be
spoken to like this by a, a,..."

   His voice trailed off.  Mr.  Blackrod stared at him evenly.

   "By a what?" he growled.  Marcus Blackrod seized the old man's arm in a
firm grip, forcing him to let go of Nicole.

   "This bar has been booked for a private function," he said in his burly
American accent, "and you are trespassing.  Let me show you the door."

   "W-what!" Gasping in shock, the old man was firmly marched away by Mr.
Blackrod.  "Hear me Nicole Aveline, I'll be home, waiting for you, if you
don't show up you better forget you have a family!"

   Nicole stared after them, so amazed at Mr.  Blackrod's performance and
angry at her father's arrogance that she forgot that her bare boob was
still hanging out in front of her.

   "Who was that guy?" asked Nicola, noticing the magnificent flesh orb but
failing to warn the short brunette.  "Calm down sweety!" The Australian
starlet soothed the trembling girl, taking Nica's hand in her's.

   "He's my father," Nicole replied.  "The old bastard followed me to
London." Only them she noticed it was the hostess she was talking with, the
gorgeous and famous Nicola Baron.

   She was shocked to see her father, but even more she was turned on by
the way Mr.  Blackrod had stepped in and dealt with the situation.  Just
thinking about him made the insides of her pussy quiver, her nipples were
suddenly hard with excitement, one of which in full display.

   The producer re-entered the bar a moment later, adjusting his immaculate
suit.  Nicole was still so confused and dazed that she only watched the
scene as if in a dream, form afar, but still admiring the black-skinned
exec.

   "Sorry about the disturbance, folks," he announced.  "It looks like
we'll have to postpone the rest of the auditions till a later date."

   A groan of disappointment went up from the girls, none more so than
Nicole, Melody and Tiffany.  The crowd began to break up, the camera crew
packing up their gear and the students filtering out of the bar.

   "What are we going to do now?" moaned Nicole.  "We've got to get picked
to go on that show.  And what about my father?  Now that he's found me,
he's not going to give up."

   "Excuse me," said Nicola, approached the horny threesome.  "You, um,
seem to have forgotten something." With a smirk, she pointed at Nicole's
chest.  Curious, she looked down, and remembered she was still letting it
all hang out.

   "Opps, my boob!" Nicole laughed.  She hefted her enormous knocker back
into her halter-top, a job that in her case required both hands.  Nicola
continued to gaze at the underdressed cutie, admiring her curvy little
figure.

   The Aussie starlet reached out her hand.  "I'm Nicola Baron.  My friends
call me Knickers," she said.  Nicole shook her hand warmly.  "Nicole
Aveline.  My friends call me Nica."

   "Yknow," Nicola began in her sexy Aussie accent, "you've got a great
look for 'Co-Ed Bikini Challenge' ." By that, Nicole inferred she meant she
had a fabulous pair of tits.

   "Thanks, I'm just a little shy."

   "Tell me about it," snorted Melody.  "I've been trying to get her to put
out more since I met her."

   "But I really want to be a contestant on that show," Nicole piped up. 
"I could do with the money, and it would really piss my dad off!" She saw a
smile appearing on Knickers' face, the Aussie obviously noticed the tension
here.  "Could you, uh, help me out here?"

   "Well..." Nicola replied.  "I don't have any say in picking contestants.
It's Mr.  Blackrod's decision, and he's only going to select girls he knows
will be good talent, if you know what I mean."

   Nicole was crestfallen.  How was she ever going to get on 'Co-Ed Bikini
Challenge'?

   "But," Nicola continued, "there is something I can do to help you out."

   "What?  What?" Nicole asked excitedly.  Nicola merely smirked in reply.

   "I'll come by your place later today and we can get started."

   Nicole grinned.  It looked like her life was about to change for the
better!

   **********

   It had been a long day, and Nicole was relaxing under the shower. 
Melody had gone out with Tiffany, leaving her alone in the flat.

   The busty little beauty sighed as the warm, soapy water washed over her
naked body, cascading like a waterfall between her heaving breasts.  The
heat caused her nipples to flush a deep pink colour.

   Nicole couldn't stop thinking about Marcus Blackrod.  She'd always found
black men attractive, but the TV producer was something else.  He was so
handsome, so big and muscular, so well dressed, rich and successful.  And
then there was the way he'd dealt with her father.  It would really fuck
the old man off if she not only got onto 'CoEd Bikini Challenge', but also
ended up slapped her cunt lips around Mr.  Blackrod's ebony cock.

   "Mmm, Mr.  Blackrod," Nicole murmured to herself.  Thinking about him
made her so very, very horny.  Her pussy was soaking wet and it had nothing
to do with the shower.  Nicole closed her eyes and slipped two fingers deep
inside her own slippery velvet love tunnel.  With a soft squelch, she found
her own G-spot and began to masturbate, her tiny hand pumping away between
her lower lips.

   "Oh Mr.  Blackrod!" she moaned, imagining it was his big, stiff dick
that fucking her.  Nicole bucked her hips, forcing her fingers deeper into
her body.

   Suddenly, on the verge of coming, she realised she wasn't alone.  Nicole
opened her eyes and saw Nicola standing in her bathroom, watching her wank.

   Nicole squeaked in shock.  Nicola smirked.  "Sorry.  The door was
unlocked, so I let myself in."

   The busty student blushed bright red from head to foot.  She'd planned
to put on a show for Nicola at the audition, but this was a little more
intimate than she'd planned.  The Australian starlet was giving her that
hungry look again, her beautiful blue eyes roaming all over Nicole's wet
naked body.  Her first reaction was to cover up, but there was no way
Nicole could conceal her jugs.

   "Not bad," said Nicola, with a slight edge of lust in her voice.  Nicole
shut off the water and stepped out of the shower.  Nicola grabbed a towel
and, without even asking, began to dry her off.

   Nicole couldn't tell if Nicola was towelling her down or just plain
groping her, as the model's hands roamed freely across Nicole's damp body,
especially her tits.  She was tingling all over, as the soft terrycloth
towel brushed across Nicole's bare skin.

   "There, all done," said Nicola with a winsome smile.  She gave Nicole a
quick peck on the cheek, leaving the busty beauty glowing red in
embarrassment.  She made a grab for her bathrobe, but Nicola stopped her.

   "Don't bother to get dressed, honey," she said in her seductive
Australian accent.  Nicole arched her eyebrows in surprise.  Did she expect
her to waltz around buck naked?

   Nicola took her protege by the hand and led her out of the bathroom and
into the flat's tiny lounge.  Nicola had left a suitcase lying on the
floor, she opened up and began rummaging through the contents.  Nicole,
trying to ignore the fact that she was nude, peeked over her shoulder.

   "Ah, here we go!" exclaimed Nicola, producing what looked like a small
yellow bundle of string.

   "What's that?" Nicole asked.  "A shopping bag?"

   "No, silly," laughed Nicola.  "This is an original, hand-made Antonio
Barudi swimsuit." She unravelled the lump to reveal it was in fact a
bikini. Nicole looked a little worried at she took it from her mentor.

   "It's a bit...  small."

   "That's the whole point, put these puppies on display." Nicola playfully
jiggled Nicole's boobs.  "You've got no problem posing in a bikini, hmm?"

   Nicole put the top on, doing her best to cram her mammoth breasts into
the bikini top.  The tiny front panels barely covered her saucer shaped
areolas, leaving most of her boobs hanging out.  "I don't think this thing
is rated for an E cup," she said.

   "Don't worry, in this business less is definitely more.  Now the
bottoms."

   She handed Nicole the other half of her swimsuit, an equally wispy
garment made mostly from string.  Nicole turned it over in her hands,
trying to work out which was the front and which was the back.  It was a
French-cut gstring, designed to ride high on Nicole's shapely hips.  She
tied it on, wedging it snugly between her asscheeks and trying to get the
front to cover her increasingly swollen pussy lips.

   "Mmm, nice," said Nicola, looking her up and down.  "You'll turn a few
heads wearing this."

   "You mean we're going out, dressed like this?" Nicole asked,
incredulous.

   "Sure!" laughed Nicola.  "With a bod like this, you don't want to hide
it away."

   Nicole put on her trainers, noting with some anxiety that as she bent
over, her knockers stretched the bikini top to breaking point.  Melody once
joked that she was 75% boob, looking at herself now that description of the
E-jugged, 4'11'' Nicole seemed accurate.

   "Where are we going?" Nicole asked nervously, as she was led down the
stairwell of her student residence building.

   "Don't worry, it's not too far." They emerged into the lobby, which
Nicole gratefully noticed was empty of students.  Hidden by the dark and
gloom of the old building, she felt her confidence swell.

   That wasn't all that was swelling.  As Nicole felt her excitement levels
rise, her nipples became erect, hard little nubs that poked out of her
bikini top.

   Nicola swung open the front door, letting brilliant sunshine flood in.
"After you, Nica," she said.

   Nicole took a deep breath.  She made one last adjustment to her skimpy
suit and then strode outside.  The top offered no support whatsoever, and
Nicole's breasts heaved up and down with every step.  The campus was pretty
empty this late in the afternoon, but there were still quite a few people
wandering around.  At first, no-one noticed Nicole standing out front of
her dorm building.  But when people finally did, the effect was amazing.

   Nicole heard quite a few gasps.  One guy was staring so much he walked
right into a Pole.  The Polish guy didn't see him coming because he was too
busy gawping at Nicole as well.

   Nicole smiled demurely, brushing back her short, dark hair behind her
ears.  With her head held high, she began to follow Nicola across Harmon
Campus.  She was so completely aware of how exposed she was, her backside
hanging out, and her chest bare except for two strips of cloth covering her
nipples.  Yet she was decently dressed, the bikini covering her tasty bits
(if only just).  Nicole felt so deliciously naughty to be parading around
wearing so little, it was exciting to know that everyone was staring at her
merrily bouncing boobs.

   "Hey, nice rack!" someone called out.  Without breaking her stride,
Nicole turned and waved to him, causing her tits to jiggle.  "Thanks!" she
called back.

   She was just beginning to think this was going to be a piece of cake
when she heard an all-too familiar voice call to her.

   "Nicole Aveline!  What do you think you're doing!?"

   Before she even turned around, Nicole knew it was her father.  The old
man, steam practically billowing out of his ears, was marching toward her
with a stern look on his face.

   "Put some clothes on, you shameless girl!  When I catch you..."

   Nicole grasped Nicola by the hand.  "Quick, run for it!"

   The two starlets broke into a run.  Her father was surprisingly spry for
his age, and raced after them, waving his fist in the air and yelling.

   Puffing with exertion, the girls raced across campus.  However, Nicole's
bikini was not designed for crosscountry sprinting, and after only a few
strides her boobs burst free of their confinement.  With no time to address
her dishabille, Nicole was forced to run across London University with her
bare tits slapping vigorously off her chest.

   It was a little more exposure than Nicola had intended, but as they ran
away from Nicole's enraged father, the Aussie starlet noted with a grin the
stunned look on the students as they 'streaked' by.

   "Ok," gasped Nicole, pausing against a wall, "I think we lost him."

   "What's his problem?" Nicola asked.

   "We never really got on," Nicole replied, as she hefted her hooters back
inside the bikini top.  "He's such a control freak.  He's the reason I left
home, came to London U."

   The more her father wanted her to come home, the more determined Nicole
remained to stay.  And not just stay, but make such a spectacle of herself
that it totally pissed the old man off.  She wanted to get on 'Co-Ed Bikini
Challenge', to bare her gorgeous body to the world, and best of all, for
him to see his little princess naked in front of millions of people.

   Nicole was still out of breath from the chase, her boobs heaving as she
panted for breath.  "So, now that half of Harmon Campus has seen me
topless, what's next?"

   **********

   "Here we are," Nicola proclaimed.  Nicole let out a gasp of shock.

   'Bristols' was a strip club just on the edge of London University. 
Nicole had heard of it before (usually from Melody), but had never worked
up the nerve to go there.  The front door was ablaze with gaudy flashing
lights, enticing passers-by with neon promises of 'Girls, Girls, Girls' and
'Tits, Tits, Tits'.

   Still holding her by the hand, Nicola pulled her under-dressed protege
behind her as they entered the dark portal.

   Inside the club, her senses were assailed with sound, noise and piercing
lights that flashed through the establishment's otherwise dank and smoky
atmosphere.  It was late afternoon, and the audience was pretty thin, only
a few well-dressed 'city' types.  Nicole was relieved to see there weren't
any students, she didn't want to be recognised patronising a flea-pit like
'Bristols'.

   On stage, a rather bored looking dancer in her late thirties was going
through the motions of stripping.  From the vacant expression on her face,
Nicole guessed she was probably wondering what she was going to have for
her tea.  The dancer had big but rather saggy boobs that flopped
lethargically back and forth as she half-heartedly gyrated to the latest
single from that teenybopper band 'Sex Kitten'.

   Nicole wasn't too impressed.  Neither were the guys watching.  As Nicole
entered, they switched their attention to her, whistling and hooting with
glee.  Nicole blushed, streaking was one thing, but walking into a
stripclub wearing nothing but a skimpy bikini was another.  She draped an
arm across her chest, trying to cover her boobs, but there was little the
petite girl could do to hide her cleavage.

   "Hey, Tommy!" Nicola called out.  "I've got someone here you'll want to
meet."

   The pair of busty beauties walked across the room, with Nicole
embarrassingly aware that all eyes were staring at her might-as-well-bebare
ass.  Tommy, the proprietor of 'Bristols' stood behind the bar.

   "Blimey, as I live and breath, if it ain't Knickers," Tommy greeted
them.

   "Nicole, this is my friend Tommy.  We met a while back, when he came to
LA to scope out some new talent."

   Tommy turned his leering gaze on Nicole.  "Hullo, darlin'.  Crikey,
that's a nice pair you've got there." His eyes lit up as he peered right
down Nicole's bikini top.

   "Uh, thanks," she replied with a blush.  Nicole was used to her tits
getting attention (and rather enjoyed it), but she was a little embarrassed
at how forward people could be.

   "I was thinking," said Nicola, "maybe you could let Nicole have a turn
on stage."

   Nicole's jaw dropped.  "Me?" she gasped.  "Dancing up there?" She never
thought of herself as a dancer, seeing as she was only 4 foot 11 and had
boobs that could cause a major accident if she turned around too quickly.

   "Mmm..." Tommy stroked his chin.  "Turn around, luv, let's have a good
look at ya." With Nicola holding her hand, Nicole slowly turned around,
showing her luscious body off from every angle.  The other patrons weren't
oblivious to what was going on, and were watching the proceedings with
obvious glee.  Nicole was painfully aware of the fact that everyone in the
room was leering at her half-naked body.  And if they had their way, they'd
soon be leered at her fullynaked body.

   "Well...," drawled Tommy.

   "Go on, mate, give her a shot!"

   "Yeah, come on, we want to see her get those puppies out and dance for
us."

   Nicola smirked.  "I guess the masses have spoken."

   "Alright," shrugged Tommy.  "Sharon!" he bellowed at the now-totally
ignored dancer, "take five." She stomped off stage without looking back.

   As Nicola let her backstage, Nicole stammered, "B-but I've never
stripped in front of an audience before!"

   "Relax, there's nothing to it." Nicola draped an arm around her novice
nympho, drawing her close, her beautiful blue eyes staring into Nicole's.
"Trust me, you are going to drive these guys wild."

   Nicole glanced out at the audience, men who were laughing and grinning
in expectation for the show Nicole was about to put on for them.  Their
eyes looked so hungry, just waiting for her to parade her well-endowed body
on the catwalk.

   "Just imagine," Nicola whispered in her husky accent, "what your father
would think."

   The old fart would have a heart-attack if he knew his daughter was
stripping in some seedy bar.

   "OK, I'll do it!"

   Nicola's face lit up.  "You go girl!  I'll introduce you, and when the
music starts up, you go out there and strut your stuff."

   Nicole stood in the wings, glancing nervously over at her tutor standing
in the MC's booth.  Her palms were sweaty.  Droplets of sweat clung to her
exposed bosom, shimmering in the garish club lighting.  Her bikini clung
tightly to her luscious ass.

   "Gentlemen, have we got a treat for you tonight!  For your viewing
pleasure, 'Bristols' is proud to present an enthusiastic new talent.  She's
18.  She's only 4 foot 11.  And she's blessed with E-cup boobs."

   Nicola's intro was almost drowned out by cheers and applause.

   "That's right!" she continued.  "What this girl lacks in experience she
more than makes up for in the titty department.  Say a big hello to
Nicole!"

   Music flowed from the club speakers, fighting to drown out the noise
from Nicole's excited audience.  Taking her courage- and her more obvious
assets- in both hands, the busty beauty strode out onto the stage.

   The men went wild.  No-one could remember the last time 'Bristols'
patrons were entertained by a London U student with such a fantastic set of
knockers, busting to get out of a tiny little bikini top.  Nicole nervously
approached the edge of the stage, noticing that there seemed to be a lot
more guys in the club then when she came in a few minutes ago.  She cast an
eye over them, seeing a sea of expectant male faces, their eyes firmly
affixed to almost-bare body.

   Staring down at them, Nicole felt a thrill of arousal rush through her
body.  A few strands of her short, dark hair clung to her face.  She was
trembling, but not with fear.

   Grinning, Nicole stood on the very edge of the stage.  Slowly, she bent
at the waist, letting her massive jugs hang down so temptingly close to her
drooling fans.  She rolled her body to the music, causing her boobs to
bounce around inside her bikini top in a hypnotic fashion.

   The guys loved it, and Nicole was beginning to enjoy herself too.  She
straightened up, turned around, and bent over once again, this time letting
them got a good look at her ass.  Nicole had amazing flexibility, and she
bent right down and waved at her audience through her spread legs.  While
at this unusual angle Nicole realised her bikini bottoms were totally
inadequate, and her pussy lips, red and puckering, were on display.

   Not that she cared.

   Nicole began to dance for her men, gleefully jiggling her jugs.  She
raised her arms over her head, surrendering herself to the allure of her
shameless display.  Sound roared in her ears, the thumping beat of the
music and the clamouring din of the crowd yelling for more.

   "Tits!  Tits!  Tits!" they cried, everyone in the club picking up the
chant.  Even Nicola joined in, adding her Aussie accent to the demands for
Nicole to show off her best assets.

   The starlet was enjoying the show her protege was putting on.  Nicole
was deliciously curvy, her small frame and enormous breasts making the
saucy girl perfectly formed for naughty fun.  As she danced on stage,
Nicole's boobs heaved back and forth with such force that her bikini top
was gradually beginning to untie itself.

   Nicole felt what was happened to her meagre costume, and made no attempt
to stop it.  As she shimmied her torso, bit-by-bit the knot began to come
loose.  Her bikini top began to slip loose, the cups falling away from her
tits.  Nicole reached up with one hand to hold the garment in place, more
to tease the men rather than to cover her modesty.

   She was so horny by now, Nicole wasn't interested in covering anything.
Her whole body tingled with pleasure, and there was nothing she wanted more
right now than to get naked and fuck herself silly.

   With a few more undulations of her body, Nicole's bikini top burst free.
A storm of applause greeted the appearance of her tits in all their glory,
as Nicole gleefully tossed her discarded top into the cheering crowd.  She
squeezed her boobs together, making sure everyone got a good look at her
chesty charms.

   Her unfettered boobs were a spectacular sight to behold, slapping up and
down, as Nicole continued to wiggle in erotic amusement on the stage.  She
turned and quivered her ass at the guys, while reaching for the knots that
held her bottoms together.  Once again, Nicole thrilled in teasing the
crowd.  While her fingers gently pulled on the strings that preserved the
last shred of her modesty, she peeped back over her shoulder, delighting
everyone with a charming look of 'should I'?

   Of course!

   The slip of yellow material fluttered to the floor accompanied by a
tremendous roar of approval.  Nicole was now completely nude on stage,
except for her sneakers and rather saucy grin.  The guys all pressed
forward to get a better look, and more than a few reached up to grope
Nicole's gyrating, naked body.  She allowed their fingers to skim
tantalisingly close to her bare pussy before dancing away, laughing with
glee.

   Upstage was a pole.  Nicole had seen enough 'stripper' movies (Melody
loved 'Showgirls') to know what it was there for, so she slinked her way
over to it.

   The busty beauty grasped the pole firmly with both hands and hauled
herself off the ground.  She wrapped her legs around it, then let out a
gasp as the cold metal came in contact with her wet pussy lips.  Nicole
spun herself around the pole, enjoying having something big and hard
pressed against her slobbering cunt.

   It was time to bring this show to a stunning finale.  Nicole
disentangled herself from the pole (leaving behind a damp snail-trail) and
strutted back down the runway toward her audience.  She stood on the very
edge of the stage, eyeing the men up with a saucy smirk.  Once again, there
hands reached up to grope her, but this time Nicole made no attempt to stop
them.

   She remembered how she felt just thirty minutes ago, standing under the
shower, getting very horny just thinking about Mr.  Blackrod.  Nicole
closed her eyes.

   Slowly, she sunk to the floor.

   With her legs wide open, Nicole leaned backwards.

   Then, in full view of everyone, she stuffed her fingers into her hot,
moist pussy.

   The guys roared their approval.

   "Nica!" cried her sexy teacher, covering her mouth and laughing in
pretend shock.

   Nicole moaned loudly as she diddled away at her cunt.  Her juices were
flowing freely, as her fingertips found her well-lubricated clitoris.

   "Blimey!" gasped Tommy.  "We ain't had a wanker on stage at 'Bristols'
since 92!"

   "But I bet you've had a few in the audience," Nicola laughed.

   Using both hands, Nicole shamelessly parted her vaginal lips, opening
her most intimate secrets up for inspection by the crowd, who jostled to
get a better view in the dank stripclub.

   She'd been totally embarrassed before, when Nicola had caught her
masturbating in the shower, but now, on stage in front of a roomful of
drooling guys, she revelled in the lewd act of self-gratification.  In
Nicole's lust-swollen mind she was onstage being vigorously fucked by
Marcus Blackrod while the club patrons cheered them on.  Her hands were a
blur of motion as her fingers slithered in and out of her gooey hole,
frigging herself to the height of ecstasy.

   As Nicole's gasps of self-indulgent pleasure filled the club, Nicola
smiled to herself at the thought that the busty little beauty had
(literally) out-stripped her expectations.  It wasn't long before, bucking
and whining, Nicole wanked herself to orgasm.

   Smiling sheepishly, she picked herself up from the sticky patch she left
on the catwalk, and accompanied by raucous applause, Nicola escorted her
backstage.

   **********

   "That was amazing!" enthused Nicole, as she soaked her naked body under
a shower in the club's dressingroom.  "I've never felt like that before!"

   Nicola stood ready with a towel to dry her off when she was done.  Her
gaze lingered on Nicole's boobs as hot, soapy water cascaded down her
cleavage.  This time, she didn't mind being ogled.

   The busty brunette stepped out of the shower and into Nicola's waiting
arms.  "So what's next?  Head over to Amsterdam and put me in a live sex
show?" she asked mischievously.

   "No.  You've got a very important meeting to attend, young lady."

   "A meeting, eh?  Don't you think I should put some clothes on first?"
Her bikini, a rather expensive piece of attire, had disappeared into the
crowd and no doubt taken by a souvenir hunter.

   "I rifled through the club's stripperwear collection," Nicola replied.
"Don't worry, you won't be nude...  not yet anyway."

   **********

   Early evening fell across London, golden-salted beams of waning light
slowly evaporating as the sun set.

   Marcus Blackrod stood on the balcony of his hotel room, looking out
across Westminster as the daylight faded.  London looked so beautiful, and
he'd had high hopes of finding some gorgeous babes to appear as contestants
on 'Co-Ed Bikini Challenge'.  It was a shame he had to return to LA empty
handed.

   The handsome black man sighed as he rested his elbows on the railing,
sunset reflecting off his glasses.  His designer silk robe rustled gently
in the breeze as it slipped across his muscular, naked body.  Still, at
least he had his gorgeous hostess, Nicola.  Marcus stroked his beard
thoughtfully.  He remembered the 'audition' the Australian beauty had given
when he'd cast her.  The starlet had been eager to please her producer that
night, and just the thought of her fine, white ass set his cock
a-twitching.

   Today had been just a trying day, what with that bigoted old fool
interrupting the auditions.  Why, in dealing with the fossilised cracker,
Marcus had very nearly creased his Armani suit.

   Ah, but tomorrow...  tomorrow he was checking out of the Paradise Arms
Hotel, and flying back to LA without his three contestants.  Sure, they'd
been some sweet-looking honeys, but none of them possessed that special
'enthusiasm' that Marcus demanded from his girls.  It would be sad to leave
London pussy-less, but there would be other opportunities, other co-eds, in
other countries.

   Marcus was just reflecting on where the search would take him next, when
there came a knock at the door of his hotel room.  The carpet rustling
between his bare toes, he strode back inside to see who it was.

   He opened the door and was greeted with the charming sight of his
adorable hostess, Nicola.  The starlet was wearing a pair of jeans and a
white cotton blouse.  It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, and Marcus
could make out the dark-brown outline of her nipples through the thin
fabric.  Nicola had a gift for looking like a total sex kitten no matter
how casual she dressed.

   "Knickers," Marcus murmured in his deep, rich American accent.  "I was
just thinking about you."

   Nicola's beautiful blue eyes fluttered down toward the bulge in the
crotch of his robe.  "So I see," she replied playfully.

   Marcus rested his well-sculptured body against the doorframe.  "Will you
join me?  The hot-tub would be so lonely with just me in it."

   Nicole smiled demurely.  "I hope there's room in there for more than
just the two of us."

   Marcus raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

   "Mr.  Marcus Blackrod, allow me to introduce my new friend, Nicole
Aveline."

   Nicola stepped aside, and with a flourish of her arm revealed the lovely
young woman.  She was dressed in a sparkly red strapless boob-tube that
struggled to contain her mammoth tits, a matching sequined g-string that
hugged snugly against her snatch, and a pair of red fuck-me pumps.  Nicole
smiled demurely, her jugs jutting out in front of her.

   Marcus grinned.  "Well, well, well.  Nicola and Nicole.  Two luscious
lovelies.  And what can I do for you, Nicole?"

   "Please Mr.  Blackrod, sir," purred Nicole.  "I would really like to be
a contestant on your show."

   "Hmm," he stroked his beard thoughtfully, eyeing up her exposed
cleavage. "You've got the look alright.  But have you got the right stuff?"

   Nicole stepped forward to enter his hotel room.  She paused in the
doorway, pressing her body against his.  "With your permission, I'd like to
demonstrate to you my special skills."

   With that, she brushed past him.  Nicola followed, closing the door
behind her.  Marcus's eyes were firmly glued to Nicole's gorgeous body as
she entered the hotel room.  The mere five paces she took caused her
boob-tube to slide downward just enough for her nipples to peek out over
the top at him.  Nicole turned to face him, her hands on her shapely hips,
and made no attempt to fix her d,colletage.

   "Oooh, what are those, double-Ds?" Marcus asked.

   "E," replied Nicole proudly.

   Marcus slipped his hands between her breasts, pushing her top all the
way down, and began to make a more 'handson' appraisal of Nicole's assets.

   "Are these yours?" he asked, his fingers squeezing her oversized melons.

   "They sure are!" Nicole giggled, and then squeaked as the black TV
producer tweaked her nipples.

   "Well, you seem to have all the physical attributes the camera loves,
but why should I cast you instead of someone else?"

   "Because of this," said Nicole the naughty little minx.  She sunk to her
knees on the hotel carpet, her hands reaching under Marcus's robe.  She
yanked the expensive garment aside impatiently, and was rewarded with the
object of her desire.

   Marcus's thick, ebony cock was more beautiful than Nicole imagined.  She
gasped in delight as the monster reared up before her, growing in length in
girth as her porcelain fingers stroked it.  His dick was over 8 inches
long, his shaved balls hanging down like a couple of giant walnuts.  His
helmet, black and shiny with precum, hovered just a whisker from Nicole's
nose.

   The would-be starlet wrapped her hand around the shaft, excited by the
revelation that her delicate fingers couldn't encompass its thickness.  It
pulsed and twitched.  Nicole licked her lips.  Looking down at the top of
her head, Marcus grinned in anticipation.

   Nicole lunged forward, her moist, eager little mouth stretching wide to
take in Marcus's prick in a single gulp.  She managed about half and
paused. Nicole, her mouth crammed full of black goodness, snorted through
her nose, and then lunged forward again.

   "Damn!" laughed Marcus.  "You are one NASTY little white English ho!"
Nicole, her nostril's flaring as she fought for breath, glanced up at him
with bedroom eyes, before getting back to the task at hand.  Her velvet
mouth slithered up and down his cock with increasing speed, lubricating him
with her own drool.

   Her head bobbing madly, lips stretched, Nicole closed her eyes and
surrendered herself to her sluttier instincts.  She felt a pair of gentle
hands rubbing her shoulders, and knew that her Aussie mentor was still
there, guiding her through her final practical exam.  Marcus's meat
throbbed deliciously in her mouth, pulsing with enjoyment as Nicole sucked
him off.

   Marcus groaned in sheer delight.  He'd had many an eager young starlet
slurping on his cock before, and this one definitely topped his list.  Her
short hair whipped back and forth, and her mammoth boobs heaved up and
down. Watching her hooters gave Marcus an idea.

   "Come over to the bed, baby," he instructed her.  With one last glug,
Nicole reluctantly disengaged her lips from his prick, cum and saliva
drippling down her chin.  She had no idea what Mr.  Blackrod had in mind,
but, in a haze of passion, Nicole obediently allowed herself to be let into
the bedroom.

   "Lie down there, on your back," said Marcus.  Nicole complied, Nicola
holding her hand.  Smiling, Marcus held up one of his fingers, and Nicole
took it in her mouth, sucking on his digit as she had just sucked on his
dick.

   "That's it, suck it good."

   Nicole's mouth was watering again, her drool running down her chin and
over his knuckles.

   "Hold your tits."

   Nicole cupped her boobs, squeezing them together.  With a pop Marcus
removed his finger from Nicole mouth and splashed her saliva over her
boobs. He continued to move his hand back from her lips to her tits,
spooning liberal gobs of her spittle between Nicole's breasts.

   With a big smile spreading across her slavering lips, Nicole realised
what he was up to.

   When her chest was sufficiently lubricated, Marcus straddled Nicole's
body, lightly resting his buttocks on her middle.  Nicola leaned forward,
lending a helping hand.  She grasped Marcus's monster cock and guided it
between Nicole's outsized knockers.  Grunting, the black television
producer proceeded to titty-fuck Nicole, sliding his prick back and forth
between her meaty juggs.

   Nicole's brown eyes were as wide as saucers as she watched, fascinated.
She'd never done this with any man before, and the sight of the big black
cock slithering between her massive boobs enchanted her.  Every time his
cock head emerged from her cleavage, Nicole couldn't help but flick her
tongue over its shiny helmet, tasting more of his salty goodness.

   With a smile, Nicola ran her hand affectionately through Nicole's hair,
brushing away a strand that had fallen across her face as her whole body
rocked violently under Marcus's pounding.  She, too, seemed charmed by the
contrast of his dark cock against her snow-white boobs.

   For a moment, Nicole glanced up at her tutor leaning over her and the
two shared a look of delight.  Then Nicola reached around Marcus and
slipped two fingers deep inside Nicole's slavering cunt.  She let out a
gasp of delight, and with liquid honey squirting down her wrist, Nicola
began to pump away inside her.

   Ably assisted by the brunette Aussie starlet, Marcus and Nicole crested
the wave of sexual delight.  With an almighty grunt and one last shuddering
thrust, his dick spasmed and he gushed hot cum all over Nicole's face.  He
just kept on cummed, hosing her face down so that his man-goop got in her
hair, her eyes, even up her nose.

   Nicola's frenzied fingering brought Nicole to orgasm at the same time,
spurting her pussy juice down her thighs and across the bedspread.

   With a sigh of contentment the three collapsed in a sticky, satisfied
heap of fresh-fucked flesh.

   **********

   With a bottle of bubbly, the three retired to the jacuzzi to wash off
the prodigious amount of cum that had somewhat managed to soak the horny
threesome.

   Marcus luxuriated in the warm water, with one arm wrapped around Nicole
on one side, and the other embraced Nicola on the other.  He watched in
delight as the simmering heat of the hot-tub turned the girls' boobs a
delicious shade of puckered pink.

   "God, you're gorgeous," moaned Nicole as she ran her hands along
Marcus's well-toned torso.

   "Thanks," he replied.  "I used to be a model, before I got into
producing."

   "Sooo...," asked Nicola nonchalantly, "have you decided which students
you're going to use on 'Co-Ed Bikini Challenge'?"

   "Well, I think Nicole here has proved she's got what it takes, but I
need to three lovelies, not just one, to make up a team from London U."

   A lightbulb lit up over Nicole's head.  "I know!  My friends Melody and
Tiffany can come too."

   "Yeah?  What are they like?"

   "Oh they're hot," Nicole replied emphatically.  Then, with a naughty
smirk she added, "Melody's a little inhibited, but I better Knickers here
could get to be a lot more...  friendly."

   Under the churning water, Nicola and Nicole held hands, entwining their
fingers around Marcus's returning hard-on.

   "I think," he grinned as the tender ministrations of the two white girls
got his pulse racing once more, "I should meet with these two girls and
personally make a close examination of their suitability."

   **********

   It was well after dark when Nicole, Marcus and Nicola returned to
Nicole's flat.

   The busty brunette had never been more excited in her whole life.  She
was going to LA!  To appear on TV!  She couldn't stop grinning as she
walked through the door.

   But then her face fell.

   Melody and Tiffany where there, looking deadly serious.  And no wonder.
They had another visitor.

   Nicole's father.

   "Nicole Aveline," the old man said sharply.  "You've let me on a merry
chase today.  But enough is enough.  The fun is over, and it's time for you
to come back home with me.  Now."

   Nicole clenched her fists.  She always hated it when he talked down to
her like that, but normally it made her embarrassed.

   But this time, instead of feeling ashamed she just felt mad.  Who the
hell was he to try and run her life?

   She was just seething with 18 years of pent up anger when Marcus
Blackrod stepped up beside her.  Grinning, he slipped his arm around
Nicole's waist and drew the buxom babe close against his black, muscular
body.

   "I've got to thank you, Mr.  Aveline," he said.  "This sure is one damn
fine piece of ass you've raised here." To emphasise the point, he slapped
his hand on Nicole's backside.

   Her father's mouth dropped open.  He stared at them, his wrinkled old
face twisted in horrified disbelief.  Nicole knew what Marcus was doing. 
Her father had always looked upon his daughter as his personal property. 
By making a show of taking possession of Nicole, Marcus was humiliating him
in return.

   "Mmm, mmm, mmm," he continued, looking Nicole up and down with a hungry
look.  "I don't need to tell you what a fine set of hooters she's got."
Marcus slipped his hand down the front of her boob-tube, letting her right
breast hand out in front as he gently kneaded it.

   The colour drained from Mr.  Aveline's face.  Nicole smirked, realising
the old goat was seeing what he feared most, his daughter willingly being
taken possession by a black man.  "You mean you two, you...," the old man
stammered.

   Marcus wasn't finished yet.  "And when she took my cock in that
velvet-smooth mouth of hers, I swear, it was like fucking a stick of
butter."

   Mr.  Aveline shuddered.  He collapsed back in a kitchen chair, looking
like he was about to have a stroke.

   Nicole giggled.  She didn't feel too sorry for her father, not after
what he'd done to her all her life.  "Come on, guys," she declared. 
"Melody, Tiffany, you're coming too."

   The girls exchanged surprised glances.  "Where are we going?" Melody
asked.

   Nicole smirked.  "We're going to Hollywood."

   **********

   ONE WEEK LATER...

   Nicole was lying flat on her back squealing with glee.

   "Thirty seconds!" cried Nicola.

   The buxom English beauty was having so much fun, she almost didn't hear
her.  Especially with the cheering from the studio audience (all men, of
course) almost drowning her out.

   Nicole was lying on the floor of a TV studio in Hollywood.  She was
surrounded by cameras, studio lights, and an all-male TV crew.  On one side
of her lay Melody, on the other Tiffany.  Nicole's tits were covered in
whipped cream and her two giggling friends were doing their best to lick it
all off.

   "Twenty seconds!  Come on Team London U, you're falling behind!" Nicola
cried into her microphone.  It wasn't surprising, thought Nicole.  Her
E-cup boobs were much bigger than those of her flat-chested competitors, so
it took a lot longer for her teammates to lap every last bit of cream from
her knockers.

   As the clock counted down, Nicole glanced down at Melody and Tiffany,
slurping away her at chest, their pretty faces smeared with whipped cream
and saliva.  Every time one of their little pink tongues slithered across
Nicole's sensitive nipples she shivered with delight.

   "5, 4, 3, 2, 1!"

   A buzzer sounded, signalling the end of that round.  Team London
University didn't seem to notice.

   "We'll be right back after this break," Nicola laughed, "With more of
'Co-Ed Bikini Challenge', and everybody's favourite round, The Hump Relay!"