Leopard Tale 

Nicola stood on the sidewalk, peering excitedly through 
the front window of "Hot Surf", the trendiest beachwear 
shop on Rodeo Drive. She'd first perused Hot Surf on 
the very day she arrived in Hollywood, gawking through 
the window at the most beautiful bathing suit she'd 
ever laid eyes on. Hand-made from Nepalese silk and 
screen-printed with an exotic leopard-skin pattern, it 
was a supreme work of art from the maestro of bikini 
designers Antonio Barudi.

Like some hick tourist, the 20-year-old Aussie starlet 
had gaped longingly at that gorgeous little bikini, 
wishing she could afford to buy it.

Now, having received her first paycheck for her movie 
"Bikini Bandits", she could do just that.

With a triumphant toss of her chestnut-colored hair, 
Nicola strode in through the store's front door, 
luxuriating in the cool bite of air-conditioned 
environment on her lustrous skin.

"Excuse me," Nicola accosted a salesgirl in her 
charming, husky Australian accent. "I'd like to 
purchase that bikini." She pointed out her swimsuit, 
currently gracing the body of a plastic store mannikin.

The girl turned and looked down her nose at Nicola. 
"I'm sorry, *miss*," she practically hissed back. "That 
garment is not for sale."

"What?" cried Nicola, "but I want to buy it!"

The salesgirl gave Nicola the most condescending look, 
obviously relishing tormenting the gorgeous foreigner.

"Well, it's not for sale. I suggest you run along and 
do your shopping elsewhere. Kmart do a line in 
beachwear."

Nicola blanched. With perhaps one glaring exception, 
Americans had been very warm and friendly in welcoming 
her to Hollywood (especially the men!), and she wasn't 
used to being abused by some snooty little bitch.

"Is there someone else I can talk to," said Nicola 
through clenched teeth. "Someone with a brain, 
perhaps?"

The salesgirl narrowed her eyes to vicious slits. She 
opened her mouth to reply when someone cut her off.

"OK Daphne, I'll look after this customer."

Daphne shot Nicola a parting malicious glance then 
left.

"Sorry about that. I'm the owner, Sammy Fish. Now, my 
sweet, what can I do for you?"

The Aussie starlet cast her baby-blue eyes over the 
stranger. He was short, his head just about level with 
her boobs. He looked kinda greasy, and despite the air-
conditioner being on, his gray-ish skin shone with a 
fresh slick of sweat. 

His appearance wasn't helped by the awful polyester 
suit his bulging little body was crammed into. He 
looked like an up-ended couch in that thing. How could 
someone who dressed so badly own the hottest swimwear 
outlet in West Hollywood?

Still, Nicola had learned in this biz that looks could 
be deceptive. She flashed her winsome smile and offered 
him her hand. "I'm Nicola Baron, but my friends call me 
Knickers."

Mr. Fish's slimy hand grasped hers firmly and they 
shook, all the while his beady little eyes staring at 
Nicola's impressive 38-inch boobs barely tucked inside 
her tank-top.

"Ahhh," he murmured. "What a sexy accent. How 
enchanting to have my little bikini store visited by 
such a delectable Aussie tourist."

"Oh, I'm not a tourist," Nicola replied modestly. "I 
live in Hollywood now."

Mr. Fish's eyes lit up. "Really? I'll bet a beautiful 
young lady like yourself has a glamorous job here in 
Tinseltown. Actress? Model?"

Nicola smiled demurely from his praise. "Well, yes. I'm 
an actress and a model. And alot of other things 
besides. I guess you could call me a girl-for-hire."

He was practically drooling by now. Who could tell what 
sordid ideas were bubbling away under that bald little 
head? Nicola was a little too much taken by his charm 
to notice his leering.

"Anyway, Mr. Fish..."

"Please, call me Sammy."

"...Sammy, I really wanted to purchase this bathing 
suit. The cute little leopard-skin one. But that 
salesgirl said it wasn't for sale."

Sammy shook his head. "Alas, I'm afraid so. That bikini 
is not for sale."

Nicola's face crumbled into a appealingly crestfallen 
look. "Oh, damn! I really wanted to buy it. Please, 
Sammy, I'd do anything."

The magic words any gorgeous babe like Nicola could say 
to a man like Sammy Fish is "I'd do anything". The 
sweaty little man grinned broadly as he contemplated 
the possibilities.

"Well, my dear. Why don't we go into my office and 
discuss the matter?"

Nicola was brunette, not blonde. She saw perfectly well 
what was going on, what this man really wanted from 
her. But she'd been in Hollywood long enough to know 
how this game was played. All she had to do was be nice 
to him and she'd get what she wanted.

And Nicola could be very nice indeed.

"I'd love to," she replied coquettishly, slipping her 
bare arm around Sammy's expansive waist.

Beside himself with excitement, Sammy unsnapped the 
bikini from the mannikin (hoping that pretty soon he'd 
be doing the same to Nicola!) and led her up to his 
office.

It turned out to be a dingy little room tucked away 
back. Looking around at the cramped, dilapidated 
chamber, Nicola got the distinct impression that the 
glamour of Hot Surf was strictly a facade.

Sammy squeezed his bulk past a filing cabinet and 
flopped into his chair. Nicola looked around and 
noticed there was no other furniture in the room. With 
a shrug, she plonked her shapely bottom down on the 
edge of Sammy's desk. Nicola was only wearing a pair of 
very short shorts, and a glazed expression flickered 
across Sammy's face as she crossed her lean, tanned 
legs.

"How exciting," breathed the starlet, "to work in the 
world of fashion."

"Oh, I have many business interests- movies, 
television, glamour. I'm a real entrepreneur."

Nicola smiled quietly to herself. This could well be a 
contact worth cultivating. She dangled her bare leg 
over the edge of Sammy's desk, inches from his crotch. 
Her blue eyes fixed his with an angelic gaze of 
longing. "That sounds exciting. Now," she said, "about 
this swimsuit..."

"Well, Knickers, as Daphne said it's not for sale. 
However, tomorrow I'm holding a sort of fashion show, 
for potential investors. If you'd be willing to come 
along and model the bikini for us, you can take it home 
and keep it."

Nicola's eyes lit up. "Wow, thanks Sammy! Sure, I'll do 
it."

"Excellent!" Sammy cried, rubbing his oily palms 
together. "Now, if you wouldn't mind trying it on for 
just a moment..."

"What, now?"

Sammy shrugged. "We'll need to see how good it looks on 
you. Make sure you fill it out." He leaned toward her, 
the stripy little bathing suit dangling off his finger. 
His other hand gently rubbed against Nicola's leg.

"OK," Nicola replied. She took the prized bikini off 
Sammy's chubby digit and stood up. Obviously, there 
wasn't really anywhere for her try it on in private.

But that was the whole point.

"Um, you don't mind if I get changed in front of you, 
do you?"

Grinning from ear to ear, Sammy leaned backwards in his 
chair. "Of course not, my dear. You go right ahead and 
don't worry about me." The fat little impresario made 
himself very comfortable for the show.

"It's alright," said Nicola. She crossed her arms and 
grasped the bottom hem of her tank top. "I'm a 
professional model. I'm pretty used to guys seeing me 
with nothing on."

In a graceful move that Sammy suspected Nicola had done 
several times before, she lifted the tank-top over her 
head, baring her torso to him.

Sammy had seen many a half-naked starlet in his time as 
a Hollywood slime-ball, but watching Nicola take her 
top off was like nothing else he'd witnessed before. 
The way she did it, so utterly sexy, so aware of the 
effect of her nude body, and yet so casual as if she 
stripped in front of strange men all the time. 

The Aussie babe had a spectacular rack. Truly amazing. 
Her boobs were a good size, more than just a handful, 
and any idiot could tell they were real. Nicola's tits 
showed no sign of sag whatsoever, jutting out before 
her proud and firm. She had no unsightly tan-lines 
across her bare chest, and Sammy genuinely believed 
that Australia was the topless-sunbathing capital of 
the world. Her nipples were deliciously pink, slightly 
erect as if they were auditioning for a part. 

Tossing her tank-top aside, Nicola took a moment to fix 
her long, chestnut-colored hair, smoothing it down. The 
act of raising her arms caused her boobs to jiggle 
enticingly, and Sammy had to strenuously resist the 
urge to clamber over his desk and grab a handful.

"I like to be very free and open about my body," Nicola 
continued, as she slipped her hands into the waistband 
of her shorts. "I think that if a girl is really 
serious about making it in Hollywood, she shouldn't be 
shy about taking her clothes off."

Gliding her hands over her hips and down her legs, 
Nicola elegantly slid her shorts and panties off. The 
graceful model then stepped out of them, leaving her 
standing before the leering Sammy Fish wearing nothing 
but her high-heels and a charming smile.

It was amazing. Nicola was a total fox, and the more 
clothing she removed the hotter she looked. Her entire 
body was lacking in tan-lines, her skin a lustrous, 
honey-color all over. Nicola had also carefully groomed 
her pussy hair to a neat landing-strip, a sure sign 
that his girl got naked on a regular, professional 
basis.

With no sense of modesty whatsoever, Nicola began to 
dress. She took her time, as if letting Sammy know she 
was comfortable with her nudity and didn't mind him 
getting a good eyeful of her bare tits 'n' ass. 

Nicola beamed with a sense of pride as she felt the 
soft material of the prized bathing suit rustle between 
her fingertips. It was such gorgeous material, so light 
and smooth to the touch. And so little of it! The 
pattern was a delicate blend of colors, artfully 
painted to resemble the beautiful pelt of a leopard. 
(Of course, it wasn't *real* leopard skin. Nicola would 
rather go naked than wear fur. Hell, Nicola would 
rather go naked than wear anything.)

She wrapped the bikini top around her uncovered 
wobbling boobs, clicking the clasp shut behind her 
back. 

"Funny," said Sammy, watching closely. "Most girls I 
know start with the bottoms."

"I'm not like most girls," Nicola replied with a saucy 
twinkle in her eye. She stepped into the bottoms, 
sliding them up her legs, and snapping the elastic 
waist-band into place.

Nicola looked down to admire her fine form showcased by 
the designer swimsuit. For such an expensive garment it 
wasn't very big at all, just a few wispy bits of 
material strategically covering the naughtier parts of 
her anatomy.  The top consisted of two small oval cups 
that only just covered her boobs, leaving a generous 
amount of her cleavage on display, held in place by a 
single strap that snapped together behind her back.

The g-string bottoms were even smaller, it was really 
just a triangle of leopard that just covered her pussy 
and left her ass almost completely bare except for a 
narrow strip of cloth in behind. Nicola tugged at this, 
trying to get it to cover more.

"No, no," said Sammy. He raised his bulk out of his 
chair and scrambled back around his desk toward Nicola. 
"It should be worn like this." He tugged on the back of 
Nicola's bikini bottoms, yanking them up so that turned 
into butt-floss and disappeared between Nicola's ass-
cheeks.

"Oooh," Nicola snickered and gave an adorable wiggle of 
her backside. "That's naughty." Sammy's clammy hand 
slipped down and gently patted her on the backside. He 
enjoyed the sensation of her cool, smooth flesh beneath 
his fingers, and the casual, almost inconsequential 
excuse to get his hands on an intimate part of Nicola's 
delicious body.

"Well," she said, apparently ignoring his hand on her 
ass, "how do I look?"

Sammy took a step back so he could appraise the starlet 
in all her semi-naked body. She certainly filled out 
the minuscule bathing suit, the designer garment never 
looked better as it fit snugly over her delicious 
curves. Nicola posed for him, hands on hips, turning 
slowly so he could get a good look at her body from 
every angle.

Sammy couldn't believe his luck. The most beautiful 
girl in Hollywood had just walked into his shop, and 
was now posing for him in his own office wearing 
nothing but a skimpy bikini. 

God, he loved this town.

As he licked in lips in anticipation, Sammy's eyes 
roamed over Nicola's figure. With her beautiful body 
and his perverted mind, they could make a fortune 
together! Not to mention the extreme pleasure he'd get 
from having the delectable little Aussie squirming 
under his naked, flabby bulk.

"Perfect," he murmured dreamily.

"Wow, thanks," Nicola replied with a blush that seemed 
to cover her entire body. 

Grudgingly tearing his eyes away from the free T&A 
show, Sammy wrote an address down on a slip of paper. 
He wasn't the only one afflicted with reluctance, 
Nicola was loathe to give back her lovely new swimsuit, 
but at least she knew that after tomorrow it would be 
hers, and for free too.

Once again, without a hint of shyness, Nicola removed 
her clothes. The bikini bottoms slithered off down her 
legs to her ankle, at which point she raised her leg 
and grabbed them, inadvertently flashing Sammy a choice 
view of her cunt in the process. Then she unsnapped the 
top and deposited them both back on his desk.

"This is the studio where I'll be holding the 
investor's meeting. We'll hold the show at 2, so that 
they can all get a good look at the quality merchandise 
I sell here."

Nicola gave a muffled "uh-huh" as she wriggled back 
inside her tank-top. Then she hiked her shorts on, 
making herself decent again.

"It was nice to meet you, Sammy. I guess I'll be seeing 
more of you tomorrow," said Nicola, eagerly shaking 
Sammy's hand.

"You too," he replied. Sammy knew he'd be seeing alot 
more of Nicola tomorrow.

**********

Nicola's pretty face creased into a frown. She glanced 
down at the address Sammy had written down for her, and 
then back up to the building that loomed over her.

It just couldn't be the right place.

She'd expected a posh studio, but this was just a run-
down old warehouse in some backwoods neighborhood of 
North Hollywood.

Nevertheless...

Nicola parked her red convertible out front and got 
out. Wearing 5-inch heels, the starlet carefully picked 
her way across the carpark made out of shattered 
concrete slabs, loose gravel and broken glass.

This adventure had started on glamorous Rodeo Drive and 
was rapidly going down hill. Still, at the end of it 
she'd have her beautiful new Antonio Barudi swimsuit. 
Imagine lounging by the pool at Casa del Paradiso in 
that little number! A certain dark-haired, small-
breasted bitch-queen will be green with envy!

Nicola approached the side of the warehouse, encrusted 
with dirt and stinking of neglect, and knocked on a 
door.

"Hello? Is anybody there?"

There came a scuttling noise and the door opened a 
crack. A beady little eye peered out at her.

She'd recognize that pervvy peeper, even if she'd only 
seen it once before.

"Knickers!" cried Sammy, throwing open the door with a 
groan of its rusty hinges. "Glad you could find the 
place OK."

"Is this it?" Nicola asked. "This place looks like its 
condemned."

"These old places are very in these days," Sammy 
replied airily. "Re-develop old commercial districts, 
re-zone them as residential, rent them out to trendy 
young people, who then turn around and spend a fortune 
trying to give it that 'distressed' look. That's the 
fashion. Very hip, very happen', very now."

He grinned smugly and leaned against the doorframe, 
which promptly collapsed. Sammy pitched forward as a 
cloud of dust descended from above, settling on his 
bald pate and beige polyester jacket.

Nicola eyed him up ruefully, wondering just what sort 
of mischief this funny little man would get her in to. 

Coughing, Sammy picked himself up, smiling as if 
nothing had happened. "Come on up to your 
dressingroom."

Nicola peered inside to see a rickety wooden staircase 
leading up into a dark and filthy loft. She spied a 
single bare lightbulb, not working, its innards caked 
with carbon. 

Ever the gentleman, Sammy stepped aside and let Nicola 
go first. With the steps creaking alarmingly beneath 
her heels, Nicola made her way upstairs. Sammy 
followed, getting a good look at Nicola's ass as they 
climbed the stairs.

Nicola found that the dressingroom was a dank little 
hole thick with dust and the musty smell of 
dereliction. A make-up table had been set up, its frame 
of 100-watt lightbulbs only just keep the darkness at 
bay.

And on that table was a couple of strips of orangey-
colored material. Nicola's eyes lit up.

"Wow, this is so exciting," she enthused, picking up 
her new bikini. "A real fashion show! When are the 
other girls getting here?"

"Well," Sammy replied, stroking his chin(s), "I thought 
you were just so totally hot in that bikini that I 
don't need anyone else."

Nicola smiled broadly at the compliment. "Oh, thanks," 
she gushed.

"Yup," Sammy continued, "just one look at you in that 
swimsuit and Hot Surf will be drowning in cash. There's 
a room full of classy sartorial connoisseurs out there 
who will go bananas when they see my stock on your 
body. " He rubbed his hands together in glee. "Now you 
get changed. We'll be holding the fashion show in the 
studio, just through the door down the end of that 
corridor. I'll go warm up the crowd, and when you hear 
me do your intro, you strut on in and show 'em your 
stuff."

"OK, Sammy," she replied enthusiastically. "I'll give 
it my best performance ever."

Chortling with glee, Sammy left the dressingroom. 
Nicola couldn't hold it in any longer, and as soon as 
he was gone she burst out laughing. Of course, she knew 
what was going on. She could be a bit naive sometimes, 
but she'd have to be totally ditzy not to see what was 
going on. 'Studio'. 'Fashion show'. 'Sartorial 
connoisseurs'. Puh-lease!

The funny thing is, if Sammy had come right out and 
asked Nicola what he really wanted her to do, she'd 
have said yes. Nicola was perfectly willing to use her 
assets to get what she wanted, be it a movie role, 
money, or a nifty new designer swimsuit. But this way 
had its advantages too.

It was, Nicola grinned to herself as she shucked off 
her clothes, a lot more fun!

**********

The studio Sammy had thrown together was a little less 
ramshackle than the dressingroom, but only just. He'd 
lined the walls with purple curtains to create the 
right ambience (and hide the filth). A tangle of lights 
hung from the ceiling. Six old office chairs were 
arranged in a half-circle. And for that final touch of 
class, a mini-bar, humming away in the corner.

A safety inspector's nightmare, but just right for 
holding a little 'fashion show'.

In a way, everything Sammy had said was on the level. 
Nicola would indeed be helping him raise some cash. Not 
enough to save Hot Surf, of course. He'd won the fancy 
beachwear shop in a poker game six weeks ago, and was 
way out of his depth running the damned thing. It was 
piling up debts faster than Michael Jackson bidding at 
a freak show auction, and there weren't nothing Sammy 
Fish could do to save that turkey.

"Alright boys, you know the drill. The show is free, 
you want more you pay more."

It had been short notice, but Sammy had managed to 
rustle up five chumps for his enterprise. College boy 
professionals with more dollars than sense. They 
eagerly nodded their agreement.

Sammy warned his cash-monkeys, "Remember, this is a 
*fashion show* and you're supposed to be prospective 
investors looking to put your money into a worthwhile 
venture."

"I'll be putting my money into something, alright," 
sniggered one of the guys. "And it'll be worthwhile."

The others all laughed, but Sammy frowned with 
annoyance. He liked to be the one who cracked the 
salacious jokes.

An excited atmosphere hung in the air, barely masking 
the building's musty odor. The five 'gentlemen' sat 
around in the broken office chairs, murmured 
expectantly and still exchanging crude remarks under 
their breaths. 

"Ahem, if I might have your attention please!" Sammy 
announced with a sweep of his corpulent arm. He stood 
next to the door that led from the dressingroom, 
playing MC for tonight's style extravaganza. 

"Fish Recreation and Entertainment Enterprises brings 
you the 2001 Hot Surf Beachwear Fashion Expo!" He 
pushed play on a boom box, and the dilapidated 
warehouse began to tremble to the thumping beat of 
music.

The door swung open and there, standing in the 
spotlight, grinning cheekily to her audience, was the 
gorgeous Nicola. Dressed in her revealing new leopard-
print bikini, the stunning beauty might as well be 
naked.

The boys all gasped in admiration, applauding her 
entry.

Mindful that she was here to put on a good show for her 
audience, Nicola strutted into the room. Back in her 
native Australia, she'd worked as a fashion model and 
had glided down many a catwalk before. But this time, 
Nicola knew that the 'fashion' angle was all a sham, 
and what she was really modeling was her own, 
delectable body, attractively giftwrapped in the skimpy 
designer swimsuit.

She took a moment to look over her audience. Five 
attractive men, dressed in suits, all of them around 30 
years old. And all of them here to watch Nicola put on 
a show.

Nicola pranced in among her small circle of drooling 
admirers, grinning excitedly. She moved with all the 
poise and grace of an experienced model, coupled with 
the delightful sexiness of an enthusiastic stripper. 
Every step was an exaggerated wiggle of her hips, 
causing her ass cheeks to jiggle enticingly. Gleefully, 
Nicola literally bounced along, her large 38-inch tits 
quivering almost to the point of leaping out of the 
tight confines of her tiny bikini top.

"Nicola is modeling an excellent example of Hot Surf 
merchandise, an original hand-made bikini from top 
designer Antonio Barudi! This fine example of beachwear 
is strictly for the well-heeled, and if you need to ask 
the price then you probably can't afford it. Sizzling 
hot in this leopard-skin pattern, and a real scorcher 
when wore by our scrumptious model, Nicola Baron!"

Her heels tapping across the filthy wooden floors, 
Nicola shimmied over to the 'potential investors' and 
stood at the center of their attention. With an elegant 
flick of her chestnut-colored mane of hair, the starlet 
posed for them with her hands on her hips. As she stood 
on the spot, Nicola continued to tap her foot to the 
pulsing beat, causing her boobs to jiggle for their 
viewing pleasure.

Somewhere inside his polyester slacks, Sammy felt his 
cock squirming with delight. He couldn't believe how 
amenable the busty Aussie beauty was to his highly 
suspect entrepreneurial venture. And she was so totally 
gorgeous!

"Go ahead," Sammy urged his salivating shekel-shedders, 
"get a good look at the craftsmanship that went into 
that suit."

The guys did as Sammy suggested, leaning in close to 
examine Nicola's bikini. Of course, this gave them a 
good excuse to leer at her from very close quarters. 
Their grinning faces were so nearby that the starlet 
could feel their hot breath against her bare skin.

"Wow!" smirked one, "get a look at the stitching!"

"Yeah, you don't see anything that good every day."

"I bet that silk material is real soft, too, ain't it 
honey?"

"Go ahead and feel for yourself," Nicola replied, 
trying hard not to burst into giggles.

The boys didn't need to be prompted twice. In a 
heartbeat, five pairs of inquiring hands reached out 
and began gently stroking her boobs and crotch, 
ostensibly evaluating the quality of the material, but 
actually giving the starlet a good grope.

Nicola tingled with delight. The thought of performing 
such a wonderfully naughty show for these guys had 
already got her excited, but the sensation of being 
stoked through the soft fabric of her leopard-print 
bikini made Nicola very randy. Glancing down at the 
tented crotches arranged around her, Nicola knew she 
wasn't the only one.

"Say, is that an Australian accent I detect?" inquired 
one of her gropers.

"Certainly is, mate," Nicola replied cheerfully, 
playing up her sexy voice. The guys were all around her 
now, reaching out towards her practically-naked body. 
Someone's fingers slid across her bare ass, causing 
Nicola to shiver with pleasure.

The man who'd asked about her accent was smiling with 
devilish intent. "What a coincidence. I was looking to 
buy swimwear from Hot Surf to export to Australia. 
However, I understand that down-under you do alot of 
topless sunbathing?"

"Sure do," Nicola replied (although in actual fact 
she'd never personally bared her boobs on an Australian 
beach).

"Here's the thing," he continued. "I can't possibly buy 
merchandise from Hot Surf without first seeing what it 
would look like if it was worn Aussie style?"

Nicola laughed. "Oh!" she cried. "You want to see me 
model this swimsuit topless?"

"Purely to safeguard my investment," the guy replied. 

Yeah, right, Nicola thought to herself. As her admirers 
looked on with anticipation, Nicola reached behind her 
back and fumbled for the clasp that held her top on. 
Teasing, drawing out the moment of revelation, Nicola 
took her sweet time in undoing her top. Her five fans 
stared at her chest, eyes shining bright.

Slowly, Nicola dropped her bikini top, revealing her 
spectacular bare boobs. The guys let out a whoop of 
delight. Nicola posed some more for them, her generous 
tits bobbing and bouncing with every move she made. 
Once again, Sammy marveled at Nicola's wonderful, 
copper-colored all-over tan. Definitely, here was a 
girl who not only had a fabulous set of knockers but 
enjoyed showing 'em off for the boys.

"Wow," breathed one of the greenhorns. "Nice tits."

"Thanks," giggled Nicola. "Everyone seems to like it 
when I take my clothes off."

"I can't imagine why," quipped someone else, elicited a 
storm of laughter from the room, including Nicola 
herself.

"You guys are really cute," murmured the topless 
beauty, stroking a leering face. "I'm glad you're not 
too interested in the merchandise to spend some time 
checking me out."

Sammy beamed, pleased that everything was going well. 
Nicola was getting more and more friendly with these 
bozos, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure 
out where that would lead. He was also getting turned 
on himself, watching Nicola's naked, undulating torso, 
and figured he'd probably treat himself to a freebie 
later on.

The tubby entrepreneur pressed stop on the boom-box, 
his hands fluttering in applause. "Bravo, Nicola. An 
excellent show, the best we've ever seen. Now, 
gentlemen, you've all gotten a good, long look at what 
Hot Surf has to offer, so I'm sure you'll be willing to 
place an order."

The guys continued to stare at Nicola's delectable bare 
body, scarcely listening to Sammy's sales pitch.

"Uh? Oh, right. Yeah." "Yeah, sure, whatever." "Put me 
down for, er, my usual order." "Me too." "Yeah, the 
usual."

"Very good, very good," Sammy continued. "But I'll need 
your cash advances. One hundred dollars apiece." Then 
he added, firmly, "Now, before anything else 
happens..."

Reluctantly, the boys tore their gaze away from the 
nude starlet. Each of them dove into their pockets and 
forked over $100, depositing the cash into Sammy's 
sweaty palm. He grinned, they were greenhorns alright. 
They were the horns who gave him their green.

"Wonderful!" proclaimed. "I've never had such a 
successful sales pitch before. Why don't we toast our 
business with champagne? Knickers, there's a bottle in 
the mini-bar, would you be a dear?"

"Sure thing, Sammy," Nicola replied. She pranced over 
to the fridge, all eyes turning to hungrily gaze after 
her g-string'd ass. Opening the fridge door, she bent 
over to retrieve the bottle and a tray of glasses. As 
she did so, the bikini bottoms rode up on her, 
disappearing up her butt crack. With a smirk, Nicola 
heard a moan of pleasure from behind her.

Nicola stood up and rejoined her adoring male audience. 
She passed everyone a glass then proceeded to crack 
open the champers (which, in keeping with Sammy Fish's 
usual style, was labelled 'Product of Malaysia").

Careful not to break a nail, Nicola struggled to open 
the champagne. She braced the bottle between her thighs 
eliciting more smirks and rib-nudging from her horny 
admirers. "Nearly got it," said Nicola as she wriggled 
the stopper free. A moment later the questionable 
vintage popped open, sending a stream of foaming 
champagne flying into the air and splashing all over 
Nicola's bare tits.

Everyone burst into raucous laughter at the sight of 
Nicola topless and glistening from her impromptu 
champers shower. The starlet's beautiful face was 
frozen in a priceless expression of surprise as she 
looked down at her dripping wet boobs.

"Well," Nicola managed to chuckle at last, "That's not 
the first time I've had to deal with a gusher over my 
tits."

"And I bet it won't be the last!" roared one of the 
'investors', his face red with merriment.

Soaked, Nicola looked like a contestant in a wet t-
shirt contest, only without the t-shirt. As the 
laughter died away, Nicola poured out the rest of the 
champagne into everyone's glass, although she ruefully 
discovered there wasn't one for her.

Nicola found it quite a turn-on, to be half naked and 
serving as hostess to five rather dishy men. As she 
circulated among them and made sure everyone had a 
glass of bubbly, Nicola's arousal grew visibly, and her 
nipples stiffened to erect pink nubs. The guys made 
small talk, but Nicola was the focus of everyone's 
attention. The starlet smiled as she noticed their 
gazes made futile attempts to remain fixed on her face, 
only to travel downward and settle on her bosom. They 
crowded around the bare-breasted beauty, getting 
themselves so close that they would 'accidentally' 
brush against her body.

"A toast," announced Sammy. "To business!"

"To business!" they cried, raising their glasses.

"And to Nicola, our gorgeous little Aussie model!"

"To Nicola!"

"So sporting of you to agree to show off that bikini 
topless, my dear."

Nicola shrugged, causing her boobs to wobble merrily. 
"It's OK, I do a lot of topless work these days."

"That doesn't surprise me," replied the well-dressed 
man, eyeing up Nicola's charms. "You have such 
spectacular breasts, you must be in great demand to 
show them off."

Nicola blushed. "Wow, thanks. What a sweet thing to 
say."

Emboldened by the Aussie babe's frisky responses to his 
shameless come-ons, the supposed investor leered at the 
very subject at hand: Nicola's full, pendulous breasts, 
still glistening with cheap champagne.

"I see you're still a little wet there. Here let me 
help you out there."

Nicola opened her mouth to thank him for his gallant 
offer, but before she could reply her beau bent down 
and seized her right nipple between his lips. All the 
topless starlet could manage was a moan of ecstasy as 
his mouth gently slurped away on her tender teat.

A moment later she was shivering in delight as a second 
pair of lips made a bee-line for her left nipple, and 
Nicola found herself, knees trembling, with two dishy 
guys sucking on her boobs.

The wanton act of hot mouths to moist flesh rather 
opened the floodgates. With two of her clients helping 
themselves to her bare body, no-body else wanted to be 
left behind, and they were joined by three eager 
tongues doing their darndest best to lick every drop of 
cheap champagne off Nicola's quivering bosom.

Her breathing became shallow and husky. Nicola could 
feel the muscles in her cunt contract in desperate 
longing to have something hot and throbbing down there. 
The starlet was becoming less interested in teasing 
these guys than just lying back and letting them fuck 
her.

Nicola eased her bikini briefs down, exposing her pussy 
to her captive audience. She tossed the slip of 
designer fabric onto the table next to her bikini top, 
not wanting it to be destroyed in the lust-fuelled 
fuck-frenzy that was about to take place. After all, 
she'd done so much to earn that swimsuit!

Now completely naked except for her high heels, Nicola 
submitted to her five paramours with nothing more than 
a whimper of desire. Once she had got what she wanted, 
Nicola was usually very compliant to her male lovers, 
and the more men who lined up to sample her charms, the 
more submissive she became.

Strong masculine hands stroked her bare body. Nicola 
was positioned in the middle of her clients, each of 
them eager to get to know the gorgeous model alot more 
intimately. With a sharp ripping sounds, five flies 
were opened, and five fat, long cocks were presented 
for Nicola's delectation.

The starlet sank to her knees and the guys crowded 
round. Those pulsating pussy-pounders reared up, their 
glistening helmets inches above her beautiful face. One 
of the larger dicks brushed against her cheek, leaving 
a trail of love slime. Almost in awe of the wide 
selection at her disposal, Nicola's delicate hands 
reached up to them, stroking, tweaking, grasping those 
lucky stiffs. She almost forgot they were real, that 
there were men attached to the other end, all Nicola 
knew was that there were five cocks surrounding her and 
she wanted every one of them inside her.

Drooling with anticipation, Nicola selected one. She 
slipped her mouth over that succulent slab of dickmeat, 
feeling its warmth fill her mouth. After sliding her 
pink, moist little tongue down the shaft to make sure 
it was good and lubricated, Nicola started slurping 
away like she was sucking on a lollipop.

Meanwhile, her elegant hands reached out and each 
wrapped around a waiting member. As her brunette head 
bobbed up and down, her fists jerked off two other 
cocks either side of her.

Of course, that still left two eager customers. Not 
wanting to miss out, they began to rub their erections 
against Nicola's smooth, tanned body. Smiling through 
her mouthful of meat, Nicola mirthfully thought that 
while she had given plenty of blowjobs and handjobs 
before, this was perhaps her first backjob.

Eagerly, the wanton Aussie starlet pleasured her 
clients. She switching, making sure that every dick got 
a turn inside her velvety mouth. Her hands were busy 
too, keeping them satisfied. A sticky, humid atmosphere 
of sweat and cum began to fill the studio.

As Sammy watched Nicola 'entertain' his greenhorns, he 
started to get pretty hot and bothered himself. Even by 
his standards, he was starting to sweat heavily. 
Absent-mindedly, his be-ringed chubby fingers diddled 
away at his cock through his pants. He'd never seen a 
babe like Knickers put on such a hot show before. 
Feeling uncomfortable, Sammy took off his polyester 
jacket and, after checking his $500 was still safely 
stashed inside it, draped it over the table next to 
Nicola's discarded bikini.

Nicola had moved on from the foreplay and was getting 
down and dirty for the boys. She leaned forward on one 
of the chairs, resting her weight on it and sticking 
her bare ass out. All it took was an enticing wiggle of 
her backside for the guys to form an ardent queue 
behind her.

The first guy stepped up behind her, his pants down 
around his ankles. Grinning to his buddies, he 
playfully explored Nicola's greedy cunt, dipping his 
fingers into her well-oiled love groove.

Nicola's head lolled forward, her beautiful hair now 
dishevelled and covering her face. From beneath that 
tangle, the horny little starlet moaned in 
anticipation.

Her lover's questing fingers squelched deep inside her, 
brushing up against the tenderest parts of Nicola's wet 
bits. The starlet let out a gasp of delight, a sure 
sign that she was good and ready to be fucked.

He grasped her by the hips, his prick standing out 
stiff and eager, glistening in the dim light from a 
sticky concoction of his own pre-cum and Nicola's 
saliva. Slowly he mounted the starlet, gently guiding 
his prick into the moist warmth of Nicola's salivating 
pussy. Wiggling her buttocks, the Aussie beauty 
accepted delivery of his dick with a satisfied sigh. He 
fed more and more of himself into Nicola's cunt, until 
his stomach rested against the delicious curve of her 
ass and the very tip of his cock was buried deep inside 
the starlet's quivering womb.

Thus coupled to the babe, he began to energetically 
fuck her. Bent forward on the chair, Nicola's tits 
began to sway back and forth from the force of her 
humping. The starlet bounced delightfully up and down 
his cock, revelling in the sensation of his prick 
sliding in and out of her love box.

With her head down and her ass rhythmically slapping 
against the guy's gut, Nicola reflected on how much she 
loved working in Hollywood. She thoroughly enjoyed the 
myriad opportunities for hedonistic pleasure, the 
freedom to act as wantonly as she pleased. Why, this 
adventure alone had started out with her buying a new 
swimsuit and ended up with her arched over a chair 
being serviced by five studs.

"Mmmm," she murmured, luxuriating in the delicious 
sensations rippling through her abdomen. "Fuck me, fuck 
me."

Eagerly, her lover complied, gleefully pounding away 
with greater force so that the ramshackle building 
shook from their ardent love-making.

Nicola's moans and whimpering cries to be fucked grew 
louder. His grunting grew to match her as if they were 
singing a duet. Suddenly, he came to an abrupt halt. He 
let out a shuddering groan. His prick, sandwiched deep 
inside the soft folds of Nicola's cunt, twitched and 
spurted a gush of warm cum deep inside her.

The starlet glowed in satisfaction. Her itch hadn't 
been scratched yet, but there was still four more guys 
to try. As number one withdrew his rapidly-deflating 
cock, number two quickly stepped into the breach, and 
Nicola didn't have long to wait before she was once 
more filled to bursting point with dick.

Everyone stood around enjoying the show. Nicola was as 
an enthusiastic performer now as she was when she was 
prancing down the catwalk before. Sammy and his clutch 
of starlet-fucking human ATMs were so engrossed in 
watching Nicola wiggle and squeal that they completely 
failed to notice what happened next.

The wiring in the condemned building was as substandard 
as everything else. In such an environment, it's not a 
good idea to run a boom-box, mini-bar, and electric 
lights all off one power outlet.

Nicola's socket might be able (and willing!) to take an 
extra heavy load, but the one in the studio couldn't. 
Unnoticed, it began to fizzle. Then it began to 
crackle, but the sound was drowned out by Nicola's 
moans.

Then, finally, it spat a shower of sparks that 
skittered across the table and came to land on Sammy's 
jacket and Nicola's bikini.

Despite being at vastly different ends of the fashion 
spectrum, hand-made Nepalese silk and polyester have 
one thing in common: they both burn very, very easily. 
In a second they caught fire, flames leaping up across 
the tinder-dry wood of the old building, consuming the 
purple curtains.

The guy fucking Nicola (it might've been number 3 or 4, 
she was beginning to lose count) stopped. "Do you smell 
smoke?" he asked.

"Yeah, it must be Nicola," joked one of his pals, "cos 
she is *hot*!"

Just then everyone turned around and noticed the 
inferno raging away in the corner of the studio.

"Fire!"

In a heartbeat several things happened at once. With a 
sticky slurp a cock was rapidly disengaged from 
Nicola's puckering pussy and crammed back into a 
hastily pulled-up pair of pants. Five pairs of legs 
were off and running for the fire exit.

Nicola stood up, turned around and saw to her dismay 
what the fuss was about.

"My bikini!"

"My money!" cried Sammy.

But both were long gone, and as the fire spread there 
was nothing they could do but flee. She was halfway out 
the fire escape before Nicola cried out:

"Shit, I'm naked!"

They stood in the run-down carpark, staring up at the 
burning building. Sirens wailed in the distance. The 
chumps had already made a run for it, not wanting to 
hang around and explain what was going on.

Despite the warmth of the Californian sunshine on her 
nude body, Nicola shivered. Here she was again, naked 
in public and reeking of sex. With a sigh she decided 
that when the fire department showed up she wouldn't 
even bother to cover her boobs and muff. At least, 
though, she still had her shoes.

"Ah well," said Sammy, wrapping an arm around Nicola's 
waist and pulling her bare body against his. "There's 
always next time."

"Next time!" she cried. "What makes you think I'll get 
involved in one of your shady schemes every again!"

"Now, now," he admonished Nicola. "You and I are 
destined to be partners. I'm sure that if we team up, 
we can accomplish so much together."

"Huh. Fat chance," Nicola replied, ignoring his hand on 
her ass.

Sammy smiled an oily smile. "Oh I'm sure you'd be 
willing to work with me again... for charity."

Nicola glanced at him ruefully. Despite her emphatic 
denial, she had a feeling their paths would cross 
again.

And then standing naked in a parking lot would be the 
least of her worries!