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Subject: {ASSM} Nicola Gets A Woody (The Starlets) {Anon} (FF celeb exhib)
Date: Mon, 29 Oct 2001 06:10:03 -0500
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Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude words.  It's
fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the decency laws in most
states would require it not be read by persons under 18.  Also, if you're
offended by adult themes, you should probably leave now.  More importantly,
this tale features women presented as sexual objects.  There is nothing
wrong with this as they are only fictional characters.  I urge readers,
especially young males, to not regard real women in this way.

   This work is (C) 2001 the author.

   There is no Nicola.  All characters are fictitious.  The situations are
made-up.  There are a few names here that resemble those of real people:
those people never took part in the fictional events portrayed, and no
defamation is intended.  This is only a fantasy, so any similarity to real
persons and events is pure coincidence.

   Author's note: This is the third "Nicola Adventure" after "Bikini
Audition" and "Hollywood Party Hostesses".  Please don't email me asking
for these stories, you can find them in a Usenet archive such as deja or
possibly ASSM's own archive.  This Nicola Adventure is a little bit
different, my "The Spy Who Loved Me" if you will.  :) If you want to drop
me a line, I'm sarah7932_killthisbitnofuckenspam@yahoo.co.uk but please
keep it relevant to this story, positive or negative.  Thanks to everyone
who has taken the time to email me regarding my work, it is much
appreciated.

   The character of Britney Young was created by Maria Gonzales.

   "Nicola Gets A Woody" (FF celeb exhib) or "The Starlets"

   Nicola smiled to herself as she slipped on her favorite little black
dress.  Tonight was her night, and she was going out.  She wouldn't be
required to strip, or have sex with anyone she just met.  And it was all
because her, Nicola, Aussie girl made good, a twenty-year old
model-turned-actress with nothing to her name by a fabulous body and a
new-found willingness (desire, even!) to show it off, was nominated for a
"Starlet" Award.  Nicola's smile became a grin.

   Tonight was the 2001 Annual B Movie Awards, also known as the "Woodys"
after the late, great Edward D.  Wood Jr.  Nicola wasn't just tagging along
to get her picture taken by the paparazzi, oh no, she had been nominated
for an award, the prestigious Starlet Award for Best New Comer.

   Nicola stood in front of her mirror, adjusting her breasts inside the
low cut dress.  It was a gorgeous wee number, little more than a thin
curtain of black silk around her luscious body, held in place by two thin
spaghetti straps over her golden tanned shoulders.  The front was scooped,
revealing the swell of her boobs.  Nicola allowed herself a quick peak down
her own dress to check out her generous boobs and delicious pink nipples.
Nicola had a fabulous chest and she was justly proud of it.  Her 38-25-35
body was evenly tanned all-over from head to foot.  Nicola had been a
professional model in her native Melbourne since she was 16.  However, the
work had been all pretty demure: swimsuit, fashion, catwalk, maybe the odd
lingerie shoot.  Back then, the bashful Nicola had maintained her all-over
tan with private sunbed sessions.  But a few months ago, all that changed.
Nicola realised her greatest assets were yet to be fully appreciated.  A
new agent brought a new direction in her career.  Nicola did her first nude
modelling shoot, and loved it.  After a spread in Australian Penthouse, her
new agent suggested she come to Hollywood to get a little more "exposure".
And that was precisely what she had got.  If Nicola harbored any
inhibitions before, they were gone now.  These days, her all-over tan was
kept in shape by stretching out nude on a sunlounger behind her condo
building, much to the delight of her neighbors.  Nicola had worked as a
hostess at Hollywood parties wearing nothing more than a smile.  She had
entertained studio execs with some very private lap dances.  She had worked
a promotion at a bikini carwash, which thanks to Nicola quickly became a
bikini-less carwash.  She had hailed a cab nude on Hollywood Boulevard. 
She had even been talked into stripping on live TV by cable talk-show host
Tony Moroni.

   Nicola sighed.  It was almost a shame to keep her fabulous tits covered
all night.  Technically, though, they wouldn't be, as a clip from her
nominated movie, "Bikini Bandits" would be shown and, given that Nicola's
clothed screen time was about 42 seconds, it would almost certainly be a
nude scene.  Nicola was looking forward to a quiet evening with no sexy
surprises in store.

   A limo carried Nicola to the awards.  Somehow, they managed to arrange
the ceremony to be held at the AFI again.  Thank God for cultural studies,
Nicola mused, reflecting on how the growing academic interest in pop
culture meant that thousands of horny college boys could now write essays
on movies such as "Bikini Stewardesses 2".

   They arrived, and Nicola stepped out onto a red carpet.  It had always
been a fantasy of hers, and this time it was for real.  The cameras
flashed, the photographers called her name.  She smiled at them, leaning
forward, teasing them with a hint of nipple popping out of her dress.  It
was only the B movie awards- the carpet was faded, the paparazzi were from
cheap tabloids and nudie magazines, but it was something.  Nicola basked in
her moment of glory.

   Nicola briefly felt a little sad that she was dateless tonight.  She had
no steady boyfriend, and frankly, she didn't want one.  The oodles of
casual sex she was getting was quite enough.  It was a shame her friend
Jennifer couldn't be here.  During the shooting of "Bikini Stewardesses 2",
Jennifer had met a man and fallen in love.  They had married, and Jennifer,
retired from movie making, now lived the life of a housewife somewhere in
the mid-west.  Nicola felt a pang of sadness at the loss of her friend and
sometime lover, but at the same time happy that she had found her soulmate.

   Inside, the diningroom-turned-studio was ready for the show to begin. 
The awards were being broadcast on the TNA network, and had become a
popular annual event on that cable channel.

   As the awards started, Nicola took her seat with the rest of the people
from "Bikini Bandits".  Mr.  Spinetti was there, with his latest discovery,
a Russian-born supermodel named Titania (but whom everyone called Tits)
who, like Nicola, had come to the States to seek fame and fortune.  The
Baltic beauty perched on Mr.  Spinetti's lap, giggling into his ear.  Also
there was Kent Dusic, the dispensable male lead in the film, accompanied by
his "friend" Rick.  Kent looked over at Nicola and gave her a wink, and she
suppressed a laugh.  The two had had a great deal of fun on the movie, and
Nicola had often found herself wishing he was straight.  He was nominated
for the less than prestigious Woody For Best Male Performance, and it was
agreed that if Jennifer won Best Female, then he and Nicola would go up and
accept on her behalf.

   Finally, the ceremony began.  It hosted by the same talk-show host who
had convinced Nicola to give her all on his show, Tony Moroni, accompanied
by his side-kick and hostess Kitten Magee.  She was wearing considerably
more clothes this time, though her sleek figure was well-served by the
sparkling-pink gown she wore tonight.  The two launched into their usual
schtick, him being funnier than Johnny and her being shapelier than Ed
McMahon, and with that the 2001 Annual B Movie Awards were away.

   To Nicola it seemed an interminable wait.  The Woody for Best Female
went not to Jennifer as they'd hoped, but to that ex-TV bimbo Britney
Young. She'd bounded on stage wearing a strapless gown.  As she victorious
waved the statue above her head, both her nipples popped into view, much to
the delight of the audience, giving the TV viewers something that had long
been denied to them on "Scenic Places".  As she clapped unenthusiastically,
Nicola could feel the tension building in her stomach.  The "Starlet" Award
was one of the biggies, and came very late in the show, right before Best
Movie.

   Finally, Kitten took the podium.  "And now, ladies and gentlemen, to
present the Starlet Award for Best New Comer, please welcome the talented
actress who won that very award back in 1993 for her starring role in
'Bikini Carwash Company', Miss Kristi Ducati."

   The audience applause put Britney's nipples in the shade.  The radiant
star took the stage, beaming down at the audience.  For a moment Nicola was
so struck by the actress's beauty she forgot the squirming in her stomach.
Kristi was a tall green-eyed brunette, with a considerable bust tucked
inside a white sequined gown.  As far as Nicola was concerned, her smile
lit up the auditorium.  As the applause finally died down, Kristi spoke,
her lilting voice ringing out across the PA.

   "Our industry relies upon new faces, and new bodies [audience laughter]
to bring our viewers more exciting, more thrilling, more sexy stories. 
Tonight's three nominees have proved they've got what it takes to be a
star, and are more than willing to bend over backwards to please their
fans. Just like me back then," she added with a titter.

   "The nominees for the Starlet Award for Best New Comer are...

   "Nicola Baron, as Kelly in 'Bikini Bandits'." A splattering of applause
broke out, and Kristi turned to the overhead screen behind her where
Nicola's clip was playing.  ###

   A smoky bar, the usual type of dive found in B movies.  Bikers rubbed
shoulders (and other body parts) with topless waitresses.  Suddenly, the
saloon doors burst open, and Kelly stood stark naked in the entrance,
making a poor attempt to cover her breasts and her crotch.

   "I've been robbed," she cried.  "It don't look like that to me," someone
called out.

   "Yup, that'll be them bikini bandits that'arr been terrorising the town
of late," the bartender drawled.  He nodded toward his cliental, indicating
that all of the bikers were in their underwear.  Kelly gingerly scooted her
naked bottom onto a stool in front of him.

   "Well, why doesn't anyone do anything about them?" she muttered, still
trying to preserve her modesty.  He shrugged.  "Folks round here is kinda
scared of em, I guess.  When a sexy young thang in a micro-bikini waves a
44 at yer and asks for yer wallet and yer pants with em, you jes do what
she says."

   A look of determination crossed Kelly's face.  Delusions of Braveheart
swum in that stern expression on her beautiful face.  "Yeah, well I'm going
to do something about it." Forgetting her currently lack of clothing, Kelly
stepped up onto the bar.  The men all turned and leered up at her.  "It's
about time someone took a stand against those bikini bandits." She stood
defiantly on the bar, her perfect breasts and neatly trimmed muff exposed
to her rapt audience.  "They can take our clothes, but they can never take
our freedom." A cheer of approval rang out.  Kelly mistook their lust for
her as lust for justice.  She raised her fists in the air, thrusting her
boobs forward.  "As God is my witness, I'll never be naked again," she
cried out.  The men yelled in agreement.  Just then, Kelly looked down and
realised she was standing naked on the bar above a roomful of horny bikers.
She gave a squeak of em-bare-ass-ment and tried to cover herself.  ### The
audience applause drowned out the applause on screen.  Nicola grinned
nervously.  On one of the monitors, a camera showed a CU of the pretty
Australian model, showing off her should length hair, sparkling blue eyes,
and aristocratic good looks.

   Kristi continued.  "Page Brook as Kelly in 'Camp Fear'." Another clip
played, this time of a busty blonde airhead in a forgettable slasher flick.
Mr.  Spinetti filled them in on the movie.  "You know how in 'Scream' they
have that rule in horror movies that all the slutty girls who take their
clothes off get killed, and the good girl who doesn't lives?  Well, for
this movie they switched it round." On screen, the clip finished with the
topless Page Brook screaming her impressive lungs out over the hacked
corpse of a fully-clothed non-bimbo actress.  The audience applauded again,
though Nicola smugly thought it was less enthusiastic then hers.

   "And finally," Kristi continued, "Angela Monroe as Kelly in "'Bikini
Quantity Surveyors'." The audience clapped.  Nicola rolled her eyes.  On
the screen, her arch-rival, clad in a tiny black bikini and wearing a
yellow construction helmet, was making what was to Nicola a pathetic
attempt to seduce a nerdy looking guy with glasses and a clipboard.  Truth
be told, she did look pretty hot, thought Nicola.  Those haughty good
looks. That toned, flat stomach.  The construction helmet she wore.  It's
kind of...  sexy.  Angela's seductive dialogue was having an effect upon
her victim.  She reached up and popped the fastener on her bikini top,
revealing her small but deliciously pointed boobs topped with perky pink
nipples.  The camera showed her in MCU, breathing heavily with lust, her
cone-like breasts rising and falling.  On the big overhead screen, each
nipple looked about a foot long.  "I want you," she turned those beautiful
brown eyes to look directly into the camera.  "I want you now," Angela
panted.  The clip ended to riotous applause, cheers and whistles.  Nicola
was uneasy.  Angela's performance got a better reception.  Rick muttered,
"Wow, even I felt something then." A queasy expression crossed Nicola's
face at the thought of her bitter adversary beating her to the Starlet. 
Kent caught her look of distress and patted her knee.  "It's OK honey.  I'm
sure she just slept with them all."

   On stage, Kristi was still applauding.  "Wow, that was pretty hot," she
improvised, fanning herself with the envelope.  "Whew.  And the Starlet
goes to...," Kristi's fingers tore into the gold envelope.  Nicola gritted
her teeth.  At the last moment she told herself she wasn't going to win,
and resigned herself to losing to that queen bitch, Angela Monroe.

   "Nicola Baron for 'Bikini Bandits'," Kristi announced.  Nicola couldn't
believe it.  She burst out into a grin.  She stood, hearing only Kristi
saying her name ringing in her ears, drowning out the standing ovation that
was breaking out around her.  In a daze, the beautiful starlet walked up to
collect her award.  Kristi held the small, gold statuette.  As Nicola
reached out to accept it from her, Kristi leant forward and kissed her on
the cheek.  The exotic smell of her perfume made Nicola's head swim.  Her
proximity to the gorgeous Miss Ducati also threw her further into
confusion. Nicola was aware of Kristi's massive bust brushing against her
own.  Applause continued to roar in her ears.  Nicola stood dazed under the
lights.

   "I can't believe I won this," she said into the mic, as the clapping
subsided.  "Thank-you, all of you." She looked around the room, catching
sight of Angela glaring at her from the "Bikini Quantity Surveyors" table.
Nicola couldn't stop smiling as Kristi led her from the stage.

   Just within the wings, the couple stood arm-in-arm in front of a
backdrop, grinning at the battery of photographers as Nicola showed off her
award.  As they shot off photo after photo, they yelled instructions to the
two models, a rapid fire blur of commands and flash-bulbs.  "Kristi, give
her a kiss," someone shouted.  They turned and faced each other, exchanging
first a chaste kiss on the cheek, and then a awkward kiss on the lips. 
Nicola found herself staring into those beautiful green eyes.  "Kristi, put
your hand on her tits," someone else yelled.  Nicola swooned.

   "Are you OK, honey?" Kristi asked.  Nicola nodded.  "Just a little
overwhelmed." Kristi smiled.  "I know what you mean.  When they gave these
things out back in 1993, there were no cameras, no big hoopla.  Come on,
I'll take you back to the Green Room and get you a drink."

   Backstage, Nicola gulped down a brandy.  "Easy, easy there, princess,"
Kristi told her.  Nicola smiled.  "It's OK.  I'm Australian.  We're the
world champion booze drinkers." Still, her head still swum a little.  They
were in the Green Room.  There were a couple of other people there, too,
men in tuxedos and women in sequined gowns, occasionally glancing over at
the two starlets.  Nicola mostly ignored them, wanting to stick close to
Kristi.  Very close.  She oozed sex appeal, and Nicola was beginning to
feel horny.  Very horny indeed.

   "That sure is a sexy accent," Kristi said.  "Thanks," Nicola replied. 
Was Kristi flirting with her?  Nicola had no idea if she went that way or
not.  She racked her brains, trying to remember if Kristi had ever done any
girl-girl scenes in her movies.

   "You should come down to the network for a meeting," Kristi was saying.
"I'm thinking we can work you into the new series of 'The Bikini Carwash
Company' as a regular guest-star." Kristi was one of the B industry's big
success stories.  Her career had bottomed out in the mid-90s, and she had
seriously thought of quitting.  Then TNA hit upon resurrecting "The Bikini
Carwash Company" as a cable-TV show, and invited the original cast back. 
Neriah Davis had been too busy with her own career (though she'd made the
odd guest appearance), Sara Suzanne Browne was now a "serious actor" (she
was doing dinner theatre in Milwaukee), and Rikki Brando had vanished off
the face of the earth.  Only Kristi accepted, with the proviso that she be
given a producer's credit and input into the show.  It had turned out she
had a real talent for it, and was now the show's executive producer.  She
still found time to get naked on camera, but now she was the one dreaming
up ways for her to lose her clothes.

   "The only thing that worried me was 'Kristi Ducati's Bikini School',"
she said.

   "How come?" Nicola asked.  "I heard it did good business."

   "It was the title," Kristi explained.  "My name.  Like 'Sylvia Kristel's
Beauty School' or 'Marilyn Chambers's Bedtime Fantasies'.  It kinda said I
was a tired old B actress, making one more movie, baring my wrinkled old
body one more time."

   "I saw that movie," replied Nicola.  "There was nothing old or wrinkled
about your body." She leered at Kristi, who just smiled.  "Thanks.  You're
pretty good yourself.  I love the all-over tan.  Nice touch."

   Nicola poured herself another drink.  Suddenly, she remembered the
awards.  "Bikini Bandits" was nominated for Best Movie.  She turned to look
at the Green Room's monitor, only to see Angela, the producer, and other
cast members of "Bikini Quantity Surveyors" accepting the Woody.

   "Tough luck," said Kristi.  "Still, I'm sure there'll be other awards."

   Nicola wasn't too worried about it.  She had her Starlet.  And if she
played her cards right, she might just get to have the starlet standing in
front of her.

   An eager looking guy burst into the Green Room.  "Hey everybody, "Bikini
Quantity Surveyors" is having a big after-party.  They say Angel Monroe is
going to personally thank everyone who helped them win that award."

   The room quickly emptied, leaving Nicola and Kristi alone.  "Aren't you
going?" Nicola asked.  "Nah," Kristi shook her head.  "To tell the truth, I
find that girl a bit of a bitch." Nicola smiled.

   The evening wore on.  Alone, the couple made themselves comfortable in
the Green Room, lying together on the couch.  The awards ceremony over, the
TV was now playing "Hot and Steamy Action", a show on the TNA network that
played clips from movies.  On the couch, the starlets were beginning to get
pretty hot and steamy themselves.  Alcohol had been consumed.  Inhibitions
were forgotten.  The subject of conversation had turned to breasts.

   "God, I love your natural look," said Kristi, eyeing up Nicola's
cleavage.  "Really?" she replied.  Nicola tugged down the top of her dress
allowing her beautiful boobs to pop free.  Kristi let out a slight gasp. 
"Wow," she said.  "I wish I had been that big.  I almost can't remember
what real ones feel like."

   Nicola smiled, and scooted closer to Kristi.  Her boobs hung out over
the top of her dress, wobbling with each movement.  "Go on, have a feel."
Kristi gave a naughty smile, and reached out to Nicola's award-winning
tits. She cupped them in both hands, feeling their weight, caressing the
underside of each with the flesh of her palms.  Nicola stared into Kristi's
eyes.  They smiled.  Kristi stroked her fingertips across Nicola's areolas,
causing her nipples to harden and Nicola to gasp.  Kristi tweaked the
excited nubbins of flesh.

   Nicola eyed up Kristi's bust in return.  "Do you mind?" she asked. 
"Sure, help yourself," Kristi replied.  Her own boobs still being groped,
Nicola eagerly dove into her new friend's blouse, tugging it down her
waist, revealing Kristi's own sizeable charms.  Nicola hefted them in her
hands, feeling their weights.  "They feel real to me," she said.  The two
girls giggled to each other.

   "You know," said Kristi with a sly grin, "I've never done a girl-girl
scene before."

   "Oh, I've done heaps of them," Nicola replied.  Picking up on her cue,
she added, "Perhaps you'd like to workshop a scene right now?"

   "Great idea," squealed Kristi.  "What do we do?"

   "Well, first we get rid of these clothes.  We don't want them getting in
the way." They both stripped off their gowns, Kristi a little shy, but
eager to show Nicola she was up to it.  They were both now in their
underwear, white french-cut panties for Kristi, and a tiny black g-string
for Nicola.  Anyone entering the Green Room now would have the pleasure of
seeing two lithe, near-naked bodies arranging themselves on the couch, bare
breasts swinging free.

   "I'll just pop you down here like this," Nicola positioned Kristi lying
on her back, facing up.  Of course, the blocking involved much groping and
caressing of bare flesh.  "And I'll just position myself like this." Nicola
lay on top of Kristi.  Slick with sweat, their near-nude bodies slithered
against each other deliciously.  Kristi, like Nicola, had an all-over tan,
and her body glistened in the soft lighting of the Green Room.  Nicola lay
on top of Kristi, their faces inches apart, Nicola's real boobs pressed
firmly against Kristi's enhanced chest.

   "So what now?" asked Kristi, as Nicola gently stroked her hair.  "Well,
now we'd make out for a while, like this." Nicola leaned forward and kissed
Kristi on the lips.  It was a passionate, open-mouth kiss, and the older
starlet returned it with rapture.  Their two tongues played out a dance of
desire in each other's mouth, slipping back and forth between them. 
Despite a novice, Kristi took to Nicola like an eager beaver, sucking her
tongue down her throat.  She slipped an arm around the younger girl's
waist, and began to caress Nicola's bare ass.

   Nicola was in seventh heaven.  It had only been a short time since she'd
first been seduced by another woman, her dear friend Jennifer, and now here
she was seducing someone else.  And not just anyone, but a famous starlet.
Kristi's mouth was hot and eager for love.  Normally very submissive
sexually, Nicola was enjoying taking the upper hand for once.

   Finally, they broke the kiss, panting heavily.  "OK," Nicola directed
her, "now you start sucking on my nipples." Kristi obediently took one of
Nicola's swollen nips and her mouth and began to suckle like a new born
babe.  Nicola moaned in pleasure.  The student was learning.  Kristi
withdrew from Nicola's lucky left boob, and turned her attention to the
right.  Her tongue swirled around the areola, causing the bud at the centre
to stiffen with pleasure.  After teasing the poor little nipple for a
moment longer, Kristi's wet mouth slurped down onto the tasty morsel.

   Nicola contented herself to grope Kristi's considerable boobs, gently
kneading them between her roving hands.  "Mmm," she murmured, "that's a
good girl." She was getting wet, and her pussy was beginning to demand some
attention.

   They stood up for a moment, stretching their beautiful bodies.  In this
light the two tanned, naked starlets could almost be sisters.  They dripped
with sweat.  Nicola bent down to slip off Kristi's underwear, and then
proceeded to remove her own.  Kristi, remembering something, smirked.  "Is
it true they call you 'Knickers'?" Nicola nodded, tossing the unneeded
g-string over her shoulder.  "How come?" Kristi asked.  Nicola smiled. 
"Because they want to fuck me."

   Kristi thought about it for a while.  "I should call you Knickers too
then." They giggled together at the joke, standing before each other
completely nude.  Nicola looked down to inspect Kristi's muff.  It was kept
neatly trimmed for television, a thin dark stripe that pointed the way to
heaven.  Nicola knelt before Kristi and slipped her face into her crotch.
Kristi gasped, a mix of surprise and pleasure.  Nicola's tongue quickly
found Kristi's labia, teasing it out into the open where Nicola could
suckle on it.  Kristi, still gasping, began to shake.  Her beautiful
stomach muscles rippled with the orgasm that was building between Nicola's
lips.  She came, her whole body shuddering with a pleasure she'd never felt
before.  Nicola looked up, her face now glistening with something more than
sweat.  "Now it's your turn." Kristi, a little dazed, nodded.

   Nicola sat down on the couch, opening her legs to display her moist
pussy.  Pink, wet and swollen, it radiated heat.  Kristi knelt before her,
and hesitantly began to manoeuvre her face into Nicola's pussy, trying to
copy the moves Nicola had performed on her.

   "That's it, a little more, keep going," Nicola egged her on.  "Mmmm,"
she moaned, as Kristi's apprentice tongue hit paydirt between her lower
lips.  Soon, Kristi was enthusiastically French kissing Nicola's pussy,
eagerly pushing her mouth and nose into her crotch.  Nicola could feel the
waves of pleasure rippling up her lithe body.  All she could feel was the
tongue lapping at her pussy.  She hadn't planned on fucking anyone tonight,
but was certainly glad it had happened anyway.  Nicola's breathing came in
sharp bursts.  The shuddering nerve endings in her pleasure-parts told her
orgasm was imminent.  Nicola let out a short scream, and came all over
Kristi Ducati.

   Still naked, the couple cuddled on the couch, basking in the afterglow
of sex.  Kristi gently stroked Nicola's hair lovingly.  Suddenly, the door
of the Green Room burst open, and in walked half a dozen reporters and
photographers.  The awards over and all the celebrities gone, they had
descended upon the Green Room in hopes of finding some left-over booze and
food.  They had stumbled upon something better.  Cameras flashed, sunguns
flared into life, and the delighted mob surged forward.  Surprised, the two
starlets leapt to their feet and stood naked in the glare of lights and
cameras that were now focused on them.  Kristi made an attempt to cover her
breasts and crotch, but Nicola, knowing a good photo op when she saw one,
struck a model's pose, with a fake look of surprise on her pretty face, but
made no attempt to cover her gorgeous tits and still glistening pussy.

   From the hubbub of the crowd, someone lasciviously yelled a question,
"Kristi, what's going on here?" She quickly recovered her poise.  Still
chastely covering her delicious body, Kristi cleared her throat.  "What's
the matter, you've never seen an audition before?" The unexpected reply
left the reporters stunned.  But she wasn't finished.  Ever the producer,
Kristi wasn't about to let a free press conference slip through her
fingers.

   "Gentlemen, I'd like to take this opportunity to announce that Miss
Nicola Baron, the winner of the 2001 Starlet Award for Best Newcomer, will
be joining the cast of 'The Bikini Carwash Company'.  So tune in to TNA,
Wednesdays at nine Pacific Time, to see more of Nicola."

   Nicola smiled, and clutching her Woody, waved into the cameras.

   END





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