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

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

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

1. Nicola's Hot Screen Test

2. Bikini Audition

3. Hollywood Party Hostesses

4. Nicola: Live & Uncensored

5. Nicola Gets A Woody

6. Bikini Christmas Carol

7. Sex Kitten

8. Best in Show <-


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

Feel free to drop me a line, but please keep it relevant to this
story, positive or negative. I'm
sarah7932_nofuckenspam@yahoo.co.uk


Best in Show (MF FF exhib)

Nicola stared delightedly out of the taxi window as the lush
green Washington forestland flashed past her. She'd been invited
to take part in the Miss West Hollywood beauty pageant, to be
held at the Paradise Lake Hotel, nestled among the mountains of
the Cascade Range just outside of Seattle.

   Nicola had never been in a beauty pageant before, even when
she had been a model back in Melbourne. It had seemed a little.
sleazy. But now that Nicola was a Hollywood starlet, it didn't
seem half as risqu, as the things she usually got up to. The
infamous impresario Sammy Fish was managing the whole contest.
Nicola had known Sammy since she first arrived in Hollywood about
6 months ago. He was always trying to fuck her, and one of these
days she was just going to give in and let him. But not this
weekend. Nicola knew that a beauty pageant was a serious event,
and she was resolved to be on her best behavior. The judges would
not look too kindly on Nicola running naked through the hotel or
trying to seduce her fellow contestants. Their crusty old faces
would be purple with rage if they walked into Sammy's office and
found Nicola, her knickers around her ankles and her skirt
bunched around her waist, begging him to fuck her.

   The scenery reminded Nicola of when she was a little girl and
her parents had taken her on holiday to New Zealand. As the taxi
drew near to her destination, Nicola could see Paradise Lake
Hotel sprawling next to a picturesque lake. Swimming pools,
tennis courts, a fully equipped gym and sauna; Paradise Lake was
a luxury hotel and it must have cost the organizers a fortune to
hire the venue. Nicola stepped from the cab and the doorman
scampered to collect her bags. The sights, sounds and smells of
the forest surrounded the Aussie starlet, and she gave a
contented smile. A beauty contest may not be a holiday, but she
was going to be working in comfort. On top of a free room and
meals, she was being paid $1200 for the weekend- and that didn't
include the prizes. Actually, though, Nicola's agent had been a
bit vague on the subject of what the winner got (other than the
title of "Miss West Hollywood"), or, indeed, the particulars of
the contest. All Nicola knew that she was supposed to do her best
to impress the judges (whoever they were). She'd have to corner
Sammy at some point and ask him about it.

   Nicola walked through the large glass doors into reception. A
young man in a uniform checked her in. As Nicola waited, she
spotted a notice board that read: TONIGHT IN THE GRAND BALLROOM
MISS WEST HOLLYWOOD CONTESTANTS COSTUME PARTY AND LEAGUE OF
REPUBLICAN VOTERS DINNER 8.30 PM

   Nicola turned to the receptionist. "Excuse, there must be some
mistake. It looks like you've double booked the hotel for the
weekend between the Miss West Hollywood beauty pageant and this
League of Republican Voters." The receptionist stared at Nicola
for a moment as if she'd just announced she had 7 tits. Then he
replied, "Yeeessss, double booking that's it. Silly mistake,
sorry for the inconvenience." He tapped at the computer in front
of him. "Actually, because of the, erm, 'double booking' you'll
be sharing a room with one of the other contestants."

  "That'll be fine," Nicola replied. A bellhop appeared to carry
her bags up to her room. As they entered the lift two elderly,
but still sprightly, gentlemen followed them in. They gave Nicola
leering smiles and a wink. Nicola smiled back, a little nervous.
Pinned to each of their jackets was a button, "League of
Republican Voters".

   "So, who exactly are the League of Republican Voters?" Nicola
asked. The two men laughed. "Well, we're just a bunch of old
codgers with waaaaaay too much money, and wives who never them
out of their sights."

   "Except when they go off to Seattle for the old annual
'political conference'." They laughed again. Nicola's beautiful
blue eyes lit up. "All you guys are rich?"

   "You could say that, toots. Rich and powerful." Now Nicola was
the one doing the leering. For old guys they were pretty good
looking, especially now that Nicola knew they had the two things
she looked for most in a man. Being nice to these political
leaders might just help her career out. Nicola battered her
eyelashes in a shameless come-on. "It's a pity you boys will be
tied up all weekend with your political conference." That was
greeted by a roar of mirth. "Yeah, right! Just like you'll be
tied up with your 'beauty pageant'!"

   Before Nicola could ask what they meant by that, the elevator
door stopped and the bellhop announced they'd reached Nicola's
floor. Nicola waved goodbye to the dishy politicos. One of them
grinned in replied and shamelessly pinched her bottom. Nicola
squealed. "I'll be keeping my eye out for you this weekend," he
replied.

   More surprises awaited Nicola as the bellhop showed her to her
room. Her roommate was none other than-

   "Angela!"

   The tall, slim, raven-haired beauty stood in the middle of the
room wearing a black micro-bikini, admiring her fine figure in a
full-length mirror. Angela 'Angel' Monroe was Nicola's bitter
rival in Hollywood. She turned and gave Nicola a disinterested
look. "Oh, hello Knickers," she said, addressing Nicola by her
nickname. Normally it was a cute pet name but Angela had a knack
for making it sound like an insult. "Sammy signed you up for this
thing too? He must be desperate this year." Nicola did her best
to ignore the taunt. "So you've done this before?" she asked.
"Uh-huh, my third year." Angela was more intent upon adjusted her
bikini to display the maximum amount of flesh. She tugged on the
cups revealing more of her small but perky breasts.

   "Wow," exclaimed Nicola. "You must know this beauty pageant
pretty well by now. Can I ask you a first questions about it?
There are a few things I wanted to get straight."

   Angela stopped what she was doing and gave Nicola an
incredulous look. "'Beauty pageant'?" She gave a laugh. "Anyway,
I don't have time to hang around here. I'm off to hit the pool."
She picked up a towel and her sunglasses and marched past Nicola.
The Aussie frowned. "Lounging around the pool? Aren't there more
important things to do, what with the contest?" Angela shook her
head in dismay. "Oh Knickers, you really are an utter bimbo."
With that she sashayed out the room with a cute little wiggle of
her bottom.

   Nicola flopped onto her bed. What was going on? She'd only
just arrived and was totally confused. She'd been told nothing
about the program. Were the contestants free to lounge around
until the contest started? And what was with that costume party
tonight? Nicola needed to get some answers. She decided she'd
track down Sammy and talk to him, and then, wanting to look her
best, go to the hotel gym for a workout. Nicola opened her bags
and found her gym clothes- a pair of tiny white shorts and a
cut-off white t-shirt that showed off her bare midriff and the
lower halves of boobs, with "Models Rule!" printed across the
chest (It was maybe a little racy for the contest, but it was the
most conservative outfit Nicola owned- the guys at her local gym
in Hollywood were really sweet and didn't mind her working out
nude). Nicola had forgotten to bring a sports bra (or indeed any
bra), so she'd just have to be careful the shirt at least covered
her nipples.

   As Nicola changed she glanced out of the window and down on he
pool. Angela had stretched herself out on a lounger as if putting
her body on display. An elderly man (Nicola guessed one of the
Leaguers) quickly sat down beside her, and the two began to chat.
In a few moments Angela was writhing in pleasure as he applied
suntan lotion to her stomach, his wrinkled hands roaming across
her nearly-nude body.

   Nicola shook her head. She had to keep herself from giving in
to temptation this weekend. She knew that beauty pageants were
strictly controlled affairs, and the slightest hint of
indiscretion could see her barred from the contest. So Knickers,
she warned herself, that means keep your clothes on and don't
fuck any strangers!

   Nicola glanced out the window again. Angela had gone beyond
shamelessly flaunting herself. The brazen hussy was now removing
her bikini top to allow her elderly friend access to her tits.
Angela was grinning with delight as he opening groped her beside
the pool, ostensibly applying more lotion to her 'sensitive
areas'. Nicola gave a harrumph, and walked away.

   Nicola quickly found Sammy's office, somewhere in the hotel's
basement level. Nicola knocked on the slightly-ajar door. There
was no answer, but from inside came the sound of low moans.
Nicola pushed in open. She was greeted with the sight of Sammy
lying on a couch, counting a wad of greenbacks, as his secretary
Jodi sucked noisily on his dick. Upon seeing her enter, Sammy
jumped to his feet, pushing the girl out of his way. "Knickers! I
didn't hear you come in. Jodi here was just demonstrating the
correct method to deal with snakebite. Can't be too careful, out
here in the woods." Jodi brushed a strand of blonde hair away
from her face and smiled. She was an adorable tomboy-ish little
thing with a page-style hairdo, dressed in a cute chauffeur's
uniform (Sammy always liked his staff to dress the part).

   Nicola turned her attention to Sammy. He was a short,
middle-aged little man, dressed in an awful polyester suit. His
few remaining strands of greasy black hair clung to his damp
head. His sweaty hands struggled to cram his penis back in his
pants. "Sammy, where did all that cash come from? You've never
got any money."

   "Oh that. that was just a business deal I closed today. Don't
worry your pretty little head about that."

   Nicola frowned. She well remembered the charity raffle he'd
asked her to help out on. "All I need is a glamorous girl to hand
out the prizes," he'd told her. Only at the draw did Sammy tell
her that first prize was the bathing suit she was wearing, and
Nicola had to reluctantly hand it over to the lucky winner.
Nicola knew from experience to keep a close eye on Sammy, lest
she end up out of pocket, or out of clothes. "Anyway, I need to
talk to you about this beauty pageant you've got me entered
into."

   "What beauty pageant?" he asked. Nicola rolled her eyes. "This
one! Yknow, the Miss West Hollywood beauty contest?"

   "Oh, yeah, 'beauty contest'. Right. Well, you just take a seat
here and your uncle Sammy will answer any questions you might
have."

   Jodi opened her mouth to say something but Sammy shushed her.
She rolled her eyes and left. Sammy sat down on the couch, and
clasping Nicola around the waist pulled her toward him so she was
sitting on his lap. She squirmed a little, feeling his cock
rubbing against her rump, but settled. "Now, what can I do for my
little Aussie sex kitten?"

   "Well, my agent didn't really tell me much about this contest.
Who're the judges? What's the program? When do I meet the other
contestants?" Nicola tried to ignore Sammy's roving hand as it
slipped under her t-shirt and tweaked her nipple. "Well, the
judges have already checked in, you'll probably bump into them
real soon. As for the program. well, it's kinda loose and
informal. But there's the big party tonight, that'll kick things
off. That's when you'll meet the other girls, by the way."

   "Yeah the costume party. I don't have a costume."

   "One will be provided. Don't worry, Knickers, everything will
be OK." Nicola wasn't too sure. Sammy wasn't exactly
overburdening her with details. He'd slipped her boob free and
was massaging it gently. Oooh, that felt so good! "Uh, Sammy, we
shouldn't be doing this. I'm sure the organizers wouldn't take
too kindly to this sort of behavior."

   "Relax, baby. You're exactly the sort of girl the judges will
want. To be Miss West Hollywood, that is. And I don't think a
little fun will offend anyone." Sammy leant forward and took
Nicola's nipple in his mouth. He quickly went to work on it,
nibbling on the succulent pink morsel. Nicola moaned. She was
beginning to get horny, willing to roll over and let Sammy have
his way with her. But somewhere in the back of her mind something
pulled her back. Nicola wanted to win, she wanted to be Miss West
Hollywood and she wasn't going to get that by fucking Sammy Fish.
Nicola pulled away. She giggled, "Some other time, Sammy," and
danced out of his office.

   Alone, Sammy let out a gasp of sexual frustration. "Soon, my
little Knickers," he murmured. "One day soon you'll be riding the
Fish and you'll thank me."

   Outside, Nicola got her clothes back in order. She still
didn't know too much, but it seemed like a good idea to go to the
gym in before the contest started. But who were the judges?
They'd checked in? So far, the only other people Nicola had seen
check in were those League of Republican Voters.

   Nicola crossed the hotel's leisure center, across from the
tennis courts. Two beautiful girls, twins, (obviously fellow
contestants) were playing tennis against two elderly men, (more
Leaguers). How nice, thought Nicola, those girls are spending
some time with the other guests at the hotel. She didn't approve
of their outfits, though, as they were both dressed in skimpy
white tops that looked more like bras, and white miniskirts.
However, Nicola could see that they were at least letting the old
guys win, both of them missing an easy shot and losing the point.
As Nicola was out of earshot, she missed what was said:

   "Wow, Tammy, those guys are just too good for us."

   "Yep, Tina, I guess we never should've accepted their
challenge to play strip tennis. They're beating the pants off
us."

   "I know Tammy. Here goes our skirts. One more point and we'll
loose our bras too."

   As Nicola walked past Tammy and Tina and into the gym, she
missed the sight of the gorgeous girls stripping off their skirts
and continuing to play tennis in just their bra and panties.

   The gym was largely deserted. One other girl was working with
weights down the other end of the gym. Like many of the other
contestants Nicola had seen so far, she was doing her best to put
the double-booking problem aside and get on with the elderly male
Leaguers they had to share the hotel with. As she was doing bench
presses with hand weights, he was standing over her, spotting
her. At least Nicola thought he was spotting her, he was
certainly standing behind her with his hands wandering across her
arms and near-naked torso.

   Nicola selected a treadmill as an excellent means of getting a
cardio workout and eliminate some of her sexual tension at the
same time. Nicola was still a little horny from Sammy's expert
groping. She climbed aboard and set the speed to a moderate pace.
Soon Nicola was working up quite a sweat. Her unencumbered boobs
kept bouncing out from beneath her shirt, so Nicola, hoping none
of the judges witnessed her display, left her assets uncovered.

   The other girl's workout was getting more intense, and soon
her and her new friend left, leaving Nicola alone in the gym. As
Nicola continued to pump away at the treadmill, sweat pouring
down her lithe body, she realized that this weekend would
probably be the longest she'd go without sex in ages. Probably
since arriving in LA several months ago. Even the 14-hour flight
from Melbourne hadn't been an impediment to the sexy starlet
getting some action. Nicola's appetite for nookie had reached new
and dizzying heights.

   After 40 minutes on the treadmill Nicola was exhausted but her
desire remained. Glistening with sweat, Nicola headed off to the
showers to clean up. However, there was a shock in store for her.
Hanging on the door of the girls' locker-room was a sign: CLOSED
FOR REPAIRS

  "Damn," hissed Nicola. "Is everything all right?" came a voice
from behind her. Nicola whirled around, and was greeted by the
sight of a tall, good-looking man (kinda like Sean Connery)
wearing nothing but a pair of speedos (a look he pulled off very
well). Nicola smiled seductively and replied. "Uh, yeah. a small
problem with the changing room."

   He shrugged. "Well, you can always join me in the men's
locker-room." Nicola furtively glanced inside. "I don't know.
ysee, I'm in this beauty pageant, and I really don't want to be
disqualified for doing anything naughty."

   Sean Connery smirked. "I don't think you have anything to
worry about. It'll just be the two of us, no-one else we even
know we were in here." Nicola bit her lip. "Well. OK. But we'd
better make it quick."

   The pair entered the men's shower block, which thankfully for
Nicola was deserted. Nicola found a discreet corner to remove her
gym clothes. Then she grabbed a spare towel and some soap and
ended for the row of showers. Sean was already at the far end,
naked under the stream of water. "Well, hello there," he called
out to her. Nicola gave a nervous smile. She tried to force
herself not to look down at him, not to admire the water running
like a waterfall off his magnificent cock. The warm water sprayed
over Nicola's naked body. She sighed, allowing the soothing
stream to take away her cares. Nicola worked up a lather with the
soap and began to wash her body all over. She looked over at Sean
again, and to her surprise he was no longer under the showerhead
furthers from her, but just next to her. His chest was covered in
white hair, soaked from the water, which Nicola found
irresistible. A little embarrassed, Nicola turned her back on
Sean- but of course, this just presented him with her delicious
rump.

   It was an invitation no man could resist. His hands gently
fell upon Nicola's body, soaping up her backside. Nicola let out
a growl of sexual frustration. All thoughts of being Miss West
Hollywood fled from her mind, all she could think of now was
getting well and truly fucked. Nicola leaned back against Sean,
pushing her backside into his crotch. His semi-erect penis
brushed against the soft peach of her bottom. Sean's hands
encircled her waist, pulling her into him, gliding up her soapy
body, and grasping her firm breasts.

   Nicola reached down between her legs, feeling for the object
of her desire. She grasped his shaft and expertly maneuvered it
towards her lust-crazed pussy. It slipped easily inside the tall
model. Nicola let own a groan. Oooooh, that felt so good! Sean
began to work away at her, building up a rhythm. Nicola braced
herself, legs apart, hands up on the wall for support, the water
still streaming down her body as she withstood the pleasurable
onslaught from behind.  She closed her eyes, drifting off as he
fucked her into sweet oblivion.

   Nicola was aware of Sean orgasming, pumping buckets of his cum
over her ass. He murmured something in her ear and then left.
Nicola remained alone in the shower, basking in post-sex glow,
enjoying the feel of the warm water flowing over her breasts.

   Suddenly, a noise startled her. She could hear men's voices
coming into the shower block. The two guys who had been playing
tennis earlier rounded the corner and were treated to the sight
of Nicola wet and naked under the shower. They let out a roar of
delight, Nicola a squeal of shock. She grabbed her towel and made
a dash for the exit, laughter ringing in her ears. In her haste
to escape, Nicola had failed to notice that the two Leaguers were
not alone- they'd been escorted into the men's locker-room by
Tina and Tammy, who were both naked except for tennis shoes,
their perfect bodies quivering with mirth as Nicola made her
embarrassed exit.

   Nicola frowned as she padded barefoot through the hotel
wrapped in nothing but a towel. The few other contestants she
passed gave her a cheery smile and a wink, the hotel staff would
smirk or leer but otherwise say nothing. Nicola had run naked
through a couple of hotels, and this was not how people generally
reacted. Where was the shock, where was the indignation? Everyone
was acting as if starlets sauntered nude through Paradise Lake
Hotel every day. Well, Nicola didn't care how they reacted, the
only people she cared about were the judges. What if they saw her
like this, and she was expelled from the pageant?

   Nicola fronted up to reception. The man on the desk ogled her
but said nothing. Holding her towel firmly in one hand, Nicola
brushed back her damp hair with the other and cleared her throat.
"I'm going up to my room now," she announced. "Of course, Miss
Baron," he replied with a smirk, handing her the key.

   Nicola turned to leave when she spotted a large sign in the
hotel lobby. It was the pageant's electronic scoreboard! They'd
already begun giving out marks. Nicola breathlessly searched for
her own name. It was at the bottom, and her score was the lowest:
only 1 point. Nicola's heart sank. All the other girls had much
higher scores, Angela was at the top with 9. But what were they
being marked on? Nicola hadn't done anything. What was going on?
This was a very strange beauty pageant indeed. And if scoring had
begun it meant the judges were here somewhere in the hotel
keeping a close eye on them. At least it was nearly time for the
costume ball, hopefully then some of Nicola's questions would be
answered. With that, she headed up to her room.

   While she was out Nicola's costume for the party had been
delivered and was lying on her bed. She excitedly opened the
parcel to see what had been chosen for her. Nicola was to attend
the ball dressed as a Playboy bunny! Nicola had always loved
dressing up as a kid (hence the modeling career), and now that
exhibitionism was a hobby of hers Nicola took great delight in
wearing sexy and revealing outfits. Nicola shrugged off the towel
and slipped into her costume.

   It was the usual bunny costume Nicola had seen in movies. It
was a black corset that pulled her waist in and pushed her boobs
up and out, drawing the viewer's attention to her cleavage. The V
crotch was cut very tight, so the outfit hugged close to Nicola's
pussy, and featured a snap underneath, a 'trap door' to
facilitate easy access. Included were the usual trimmings- pink
bunny ears, a little black tie and white cuffs, and (best of all,
thought Nicola) a fluffy white bunny tail on her behind. There
were no stockings, so Nicola's long tanned legs were bare, right
down to the high heels on her dainty feet. The ensemble was
complete with a sash that read "Miss Australia". Nicola felt a
little uncomfortable wearing this as she wasn't the Miss
Australia, but she supposed she was indeed representing her
homeland in the Miss West Hollywood contest, so it must be OK.

   Nicola stood in front of the mirror admiring herself in the
cute little costume. She wiggled her bottom to check out the
tail, and then turned around, leaning so far forward that she
could peek down her own cleavage. Nicola smiled. Her boobs
couldn't look better if she served them up on a dish. An outfit
this hot was made just for girls with a figure like Nicola's:
38-25-35 of pure heaven!

   Suddenly from behind her came the crack of a whip. Nicola
yelped in pain and spun around rubbing her sore bottom. Angela
stood behind her, grinning evilly, and wearing her own costume: a
dominatrix outfit made of black leather straps that criss-crossed
her tall slim body. The effect was slightly spoilt by a sash that
read "Miss Bitch Queen".

   "Careful with that bloody thing!" wailed Nicola. Angela rolled
her eyes. "OK, cry baby," she said as she strapped the whip to
her naked thigh.

   As Nicola made her way downstairs to the ballroom she
discovered another interesting feature of her costume. With every
step she took the corset gradually worked its way down her body.
After about twenty paces Nicola's tits would wiggle free and pop
out. The only remedy was for Nicola to stop, grasp the top of the
dress firmly in both hands and yank it up again. As there was no
way she could do this discreetly, Nicola was bound to make a
spectacle of herself at the party. Nicola liked to think that
this was accidental, but from her experience this sort of thing
was by design.

   The ballroom was full when Nicola arrived. All the Miss West
Hollywood girls were there, resplendent in their various
costumes: Nicola spotted a cheerleader, a nurse, a sorority girl,
and even a fox, among others. The League of Republican Voters
where all there, too, smart in black tuxedos. Nicola could see
that everyone was making the best of the double booking and the
two parties were happily mingling. Nicola grabbed a glass of
champagne (it must be non- alcoholic, she thought) and joined the
party. She fell into conversation with a tall blonde contestant
wearing a very skimpy stewardess outfit. It consisted of a
light-blue bikini, a blue cap and white cuffs, and a pair of gold
wings clipped to a bikini-strap just above her left boob. It bore
an uncanny resemblance to Nicola's costume from "Bikini
Stewardesses 2". The girl (whose name Nicola soon learned was
Amy) wore a sash that identified her as "Miss Mile-High", and it
turned out she really was a stewardess.

   "Yup," Amy replied, "I was working first-class on a flight
last week, and a gentleman asked me if I'd like to take part. I
just couldn't refuse."

   "I know," said Nicola enthusiastically, "isn't it exciting?"

   "I'll say," Amy replied. Wistfully she added, "I suppose it's
the closest we'll ever get to a real beauty pageant."

   Nicola nearly choked on her drink. Before she could ask what
she meant by that, one of the Leaguers had taken the giggling Amy
by the hand and whisked her away into the throng.

   Now Nicola really wondered what was going on. Was this not a
'real' beauty pageant? She drained her glass and spotted Sammy
standing across the room. Jodi stood next to him, wearing a
travesty of a French maid's outfit and serving champagne. Nicola
called his name and waved. Sammy heard her above the din of music
and revelry and waved back. Nicola stepped into the mob of
contestants and Leaguers, but before she could get too far she
knocked into someone, bumping her boobs into their chest. "Oh,
I'm sorry," said a sexy male voice. Nicola looked up into a pair
of beautiful brown eyes. The smiling owner reminded Nicola of
Charlton Heston. Nicola went a little weak at the knees. "Oh, no,
it's my fault," she gushed. "I'm a little clumsy." She was still
pressed against his chest, staring into his handsome face.
"Perhaps you could make it up to me with a dance?" he said.
Before Nicola could reply he grabbed her hand and led her to the
dance floor.

   Needless to say, Nicola outfit was not designed for dancing
in, and she fought a losing battle to keep her tits inside her
bunny costume. Glass after glass of champagne swept through her.
Nicola was soon feeling more than a little dizzy. She slumped
against Charlton's chest and giggled, "You're very dishy."

   "Why thank-you," he replied. "Another drink?" Nicola shook her
head. In a slurred voice she replied, "No, even though it's
non-alcoholic, it seems to be going straight to my head." The
room spun as she stepped back from her partner.

   "I've got to say, that is a really nice pair of tits," he
said. "Where?" Nicola asked, looking around. He laughed and
pointed at her chest. "There! You seem to be having some problems
with your dress." Nicola looked down to see her boobs had
wriggled free and her nipples were peeking out at him. She gave a
squeal but otherwise made no attempt to cover herself. "It's OK,"
she said, "I think it's supposed to do that." Nicola could see
she wasn't the only contestant who'd let their hair down. A
number of the other girls were dancing topless with an elderly
male partner. Angela's leather bra has missing its front panels,
and her small, perky tits were glistening with champagne.

   Nicola turned to Charlton and murmured in his ear. "Listen,
here's the situation: I want to fuck you, but I don't want to
jeopardize my chances of winning Miss West Hollywood. So we've
got to find someplace discreet to do the nasty."

   Charlton smirked and some private joke. "OK. How about over
there, in the hatcheck room?"

   "It'll do," Nicola replied. She grabbed him by the arm and
dragged him into the small, dark room. As everyone in the
ballroom was a staying in the hotel, the hatcheck room was unused
for the evening. Nicola pulled him inside and kissed him
passionately, her tongue slithering into his eager mouth. Her
hands scrabbled at his clothes trying to tear them off.
Charlton's hands reached for her crotch and found the snap that
opened the trapdoor to bare her pussy. Somewhere in the back of
Nicola's head, behind the fog of booze and lust, a question was
asked: how could he possibly know about that 'feature' of her
costume? But that thought remained half-formed, and the only
thing on Nicola's mind was dick as Charlton pulled up her outfit
so that it bunched around her waist.

   The couple embraced. Nicola was 5'9", plus a couple of inches
for the heels, but even she had to look up into Charlton's blue
eyes. They kissed again, Nicola feeling his erection rubbing
against her smooth belly. Charlton's hands grasped Nicola by the
waist and raised her up. Nicola's shapely legs entwined around
his body. With a gasp of pleasure, Nicola felt Charlton mount
her, his cock sliding into her pussy. Resting her ass against the
counter Nicola expertly squeezed her cunt muscles to massage his
cock, employing all her skills on her lover of the moment. She
closed her eyes, carried away on a crest of sexual delight. The
couple continued to fuck like goats for some time, Nicola
apparently forgetting about the contest (once again) as her cries
of ecstasy must've carried out into the ballroom. Nicola's
efforts were eventually rewarded with Charlton's hot cum splashed
liberally inside her body.

   Nicola moaned in sexual relief as she lay on the hatcheck
counter. Charlton had disappeared, but Nicola didn't care- she'd
got what she wanted. She lay with her legs open and crotch
unsnapped, her well-stuffed pussy seeping joy-juice. Still
buzzing from the sex (not to mention the alcohol), Nicola slipped
into the bathroom to clean herself off.

   Finally Nicola emerged back into the ballroom. She made a grab
for the nearest glass of champagne and weaved her way across the
dance floor looking for someone else to get to know better. As
she moved through the crowd the bunny tail on Nicola's bottom
attracted many an affectionate pat, and she was soon giggling
with delight at all the attention.

   "Nicola! Nicola, I need to talk to you!" It was Jodi, still
dressed in her maid's outfit. Nicola gave her a saucy smile and
gave the girl a leering stare. It was a ridiculously short black
skirt, its frilled hem sticking straight out to reveal the black
panties and stocking tops Jodi was wearing underneath. The
costume was topless, Jodi's breasts were covered only by the
white lace apron that tied around her neck. "Mmmm, you sure look
good dressed like that," Nicola slurred.

   "I need to tell you about, ulp!" Jodi was cut off as Nicola
seized the poor girl and kissed her deeply, her tongue slithering
inside her mouth. The display of lesbian lust was greeted by much
hooting by the other contestants and Leaguers standing around
them. Nicola continued to neck with Jodi for a while longer,
eagerly exploring her mouth. Jodi's only response was to stand
still, allowing the starlet to molest her at will.

   Sammy took the stage. "Alright, ladies and gentlemen! If the
contestants could make their way to the wings, we can begin
judging them on their costumes." Nicola suddenly remembered the
contest. With a jump she disengaged her mouth from Jodi's, and
made a beeline for the backstage area. As Nicola disappeared,
Jodi was too stunned to do anything but stand and grin stupidly.

   Backstage the girls were arranged into an order. Sammy quickly
explained the procedure- he'd introduce each girl, they'd come up
on stage, make their way down the catwalk, and exit. Verysimple.

   Nicola swayed as she waited her turn. As each of the
contestants were called, they disappeared through the curtain to
be greeted by wild applause and delight, presumably from the
Leaguers who were no doubt lucky to be joining the judges to view
the contest. Nicola smiled. They must be really stoked, she
thought, that an innocent slip-up with the bookings allowed them
to spend the weekend with all these glamorous women!

   Nervously, Nicola fiddled with her bunny ears, trying to get
them to stick up straight. Finally it was her turn. She stepped
through the curtain and found herself standing on stage under a
spotlight. Cheers and whistles greeted her entrance and Nicola
smiled out at her audience, striking a few poses and blowing
kisses out to them.

   "Say hello to one very cute little bunny, Miss Australia,
Nicola Baron!" Sammy introduced her. Grinning ear to ear, Nicola
turned her bottom toward the audience and wiggled her tail. More
applause.

   "Originally from Melbourne, Australia, Nicola is twenty years
old, a model and an actress. Her measurements are 38-25- 35, and
her hobbies include nude sunbathing, wet t-shirt contests, and
topless volleyball."

   Nicola strutted her stuff down the catwalk, lapping up all the
attention. With every step Nicola could fell her dress creeping
lower and lower down her body, but with everybody looking there
was no way she could stop and pull it up. So, still grinning,
Nicola continued to parade down the stage until her boobs had
worked their way completely free from her clothes.

   Nicola reached the end of the catwalk, trying to ignore her
state of dishabille. The entire tops of her tits were visible,
and she could feel her nipples brushing against the stiff top
edge of the corset. But still Nicola soldiered on. She stopped to
pose, turning her luscious body this way and that so that they
could see all of her from every angle. The audience continued to
applaud, but Nicola began to realize there were guffaws and
giggles mixed in there. Nicola posed with hands on hips, smiling
down at them. The front row were pointing at her crotch,
laughing. Suddenly, Nicola saw what was amusing them: after her
rendezvous with Charlton Heston, Nicola had forgotten to close
the snap on her crotch. The unsecured panel hung free, and
Nicola's neatly trimmed muff was on display her the audience. She
panicked for a moment, thinking her chances of becoming the next
Miss West Hollywood had just become zero. But maybe, just maybe,
the judges didn't notice her bare pussy and tits hanging out.
Nicola blushed as she turned and quickly sashayed back up the
catwalk.

   "A big hand for Nicola!" Sammy yelled. Wild clapping rung in
Nicola's ears (both real and bunny) as she exited the stage. Safe
at last, Nicola hunted down more of that non-alcoholic champagne
to drown herself in. The rest of that evening was a blur.



   Nicola awoke, the morning sun streaming through the window.
She stood, and gave a loud groan, her head spinning. What
happened last night? Memories came in bursts: walking down the
catwalk. Nicola smiled, that was a proud moment. She had strutted
on that stage like she was born to be Miss West Hollywood. And
then her face fell as she remembered- first her boobs had popped
out of her bunny costume, and then she'd realized she'd left the
crotch unsnapped. Nicola had flashed her assets up there to
everyone in that ballroom- the League of Republican Voters, and
more importantly the judges (whom Nicola had still not seen).
Other bits and pieces came into her mind. Sticking her tongue
down Jodi's throat. Fucking a Leaguer in the hatcheck room.
Nicola realized she'd acted shamefully last night! She silently
prayed that no one had seen her, and she hadn't been thrown out
of the contest. Nicola tried to take a step but the sound of her
bare feet on the carpet made a crash that echoed in her skull.
Someone must've spiked her drink(s)!

   And what about after her little show? That was just a blank,
right up until this moment. It suddenly occurred to Nicola that
before she tried to recall the past she should take stock of
where she was now. Presently, Nicola was standing naked in her
hotel room. Scratch that, this wasn't her room. From the next
room came the sound of running water, someone was about to get
into the shower. Nicola's eyes widened in shock. She was nude in
someone else's room! Frantically she searched for her clothes.
Her lovely bunny costume was no-where to be found, all she could
find was the 'Miss Australia' sash (which raised an interesting
question- what had she worn coming up to the room???).

   Nicola grabbed her sash and made a hasty exit before whoever
was in the bathroom came out. Standing barefoot and naked in the
hotel hallway, Nicola felt a strange sense of deja vu. At least
she had done this so many times now she knew the drill. Carefully
draped, the sash provided some coverage at least. Her breasts
jiggling with every step, Nicola tiptoed up the corridor. She
quickly found her bearings (if only she could find her clothes
that quickly, she mused), and realized she was on the same floor
and not too far from her own room. Gingerly, Nicola peeked around
a corner, hoping to avoid bumping into anyone in her current
state of undress. She wasn't too far from safety!

   "Morning, Miss Baron!" came a cheery voice from behind her.
Nicola squeaked in surprise and whirled around to see a hotel
porter wheeling a breakfast trolley. He gave her a wink, but
otherwise made no reference to Nicola's lack of attire. Now this
is odd, she thought. He could clearly see her right boob, her
muff wasn't too hard to miss despite the sash, and her bottom
must've been a tempting sight as he came up behind her. Was no
one angry or even surprised to see her naked in the hotel? Were
people in Seattle more relaxed about this sort of thing than Los
Angeles? "Hey!" Nicola called out. The porter stopped. "I am
naked here yknow!" Nicola said indignantly. He just smiled.
"Yeah, I had noticed." Then he turned and went back about his
business. Nicola gave a harrumph, and resolved to corner Sammy
some time today and wring some answers out of him.

   Nicola entered her room and was greeted with the sight of the
naked Angela lying underneath an elderly Leaguer, moaning her
little heart out. Her shapely legs were wrapped around him and
the couple was fucking so enthusiastically neither noticed her
enter. Finally, he turned to Nicola, raised his ten-gallon hat
(which, along with a pair of boots, was all he was wearing) and
in a Texan accent bid her "Howdy, ma'am." Now Angela realized she
was in the room, and looked at her sharply. "What the hell are
you doing?" she hissed.

   "Me?" Nicola replied, "What are you doing?"

   "What does it look like I'm doing?!"

   "But the contest!" Nicola wailed. "If anyone finds out you've
been doing this they'll kick you out."

   "If you don't get out now," said Angela through clenched
teeth, "as soon as I'm done here I'm going to kick your fat
foreign ass." Nicola gave her an incensed look, but she knew from
bitter experience that Angela was more than capable of doing it.
The adorable Aussie starlet grabbed some clothes- a pair of
spandex shorts and her 'Models Rule!' t- shirt- and beat a hasty
retreat. Nicola got dressed standing in the corridor, not caring
if anyone saw her nude or not (practically everyone in the hotel
must've by now), and then she headed down stairs to find Sammy.

   Down in the lobby Nicola checked out the scoreboard. Her
points had leapt from 1 up to 3, still far behind any of the
other girls. Angela herself was now on 21- no, 22, as Nicola
watched the digits jumped up one. However, a second column of
numbers had been added, labeled 'Costume'. Despite her appalling
display, the judges had looked on her favorably, and with a
squeak of joy Nicola saw that she had been awarded 10/10 points!
With a smile of self-satisfaction, Nicola noted that Angela had
only got 7. Suck!!! But it still left her, overall, way behind.
This afternoon was the swimsuit parade, and tonight was the last
part, the talent contest, when the judges would make their final
decision. Nicola knew that if she had any hope of winning the
title of Miss West Hollywood she'd have to really put on a good
show tonight to really impress the judges. She still had no idea
what she was going to do for the talent contest. She was an
actress, perhaps a performance of Hamlet's soliloquy would move
them?

   Nicola made her way down to the basement to look for Sammy.
She stopped outside his office door, and hearing voices, hid
outside and listened.

   "Here you go, Mr. Fish," said a voice Nicola didn't recognize,
"the second 'installment'." Nicola could almost hear Sammy
rubbing his greasy hands together. It sounded like he was being
paid for something! But what? "I hope you and the other League of
Republican Voters are pleased with this year's bevy?"

   Nicola gasped. The League! Sammy was supposed to help organize
and MC the Miss West Hollywood Contest, what possible connection
could he have to them?

   "Well." replied the other voice, "there is one girl, the
Australian."

   Nicola gasped. They meant her!

   "Knickers," said Sammy. "Yes, I should apologize about her."

   Nicola frowned. Well really!

   "No, not at all! The guys are really finding her naivety very
refreshing. She's quite the little shag-muffin, I can tell you."

   Nicola blinked. She'd been called many things in her career
before but 'shag- muffin' was a new one. It was kinda cute.

   "Well, I'll be getting along now," the stranger continued. "I
want to enjoy as much of our 'political conference' as possible."
The two men laughed at whatever joke had sailed over Nicola's
head. She crouched behind the door as he exited, making sure he
didn't see her. He was quite sexy, she thought, a bit like Paul
Newman. As he walked off Nicola hoped she'd bump into him again.

   What was Sammy up to? Nicola wondered. He was obviously
involved in something crooked. Nicola was resolved to find out
what. She gave a wicked little grin as a plan quickly formulated
as how to get to the bottom of this once and for all.

   Sammy was still counting his money when he heard a rapping on
the door. "Who is it?"

   "It's me, Knickers." The adorable little Aussie poked her head
inside his office and gave him a smile. "I just thought I'd come
down and see what you were up do." Sammy broke out into a broad
grin, sensing this at last was the moment he'd been waiting for.
He jumped up from behind his desk like an eager puppy to greet
her. "Knickers! Please, come on in, take a seat." He took her by
the arm and maneuvered her towards the couch. Sitting together,
Sammy gently caressed her lovely bare arm. His eyes roaming
across her gorgeous body, her charms inadequately concealed by
her cut-off t- shirt.

   "Gosh, it's so hot down here," said Nicola, wiping at her
forehead. "Phew!" She plucked the top of her t-shirt and tugged
it back and forth in an effort to fan herself. All she really
accomplished was to give Sammy tempting glimpses of boobs. "Yes,
we're right next to the boiler down here," he murmured, his eyes
glued to Nicola's chest. "Say." said Nicola, "you wouldn't mind
if I took my shirt off, would you? It's just so darn hot in
here."

   Sammy broke into a dopey grin. "No, you go right ahead."
Nicola gave him a sweet smile, and tugged the tiny t off with a
flourish. At the first sight of Nicola's beautiful bare tits,
Sammy let out a moan of delight. "There, that's much better,"
said Nicola. She cuddled up next to him on the couch, pressing
her boobs against his arm. "Yknow Sammy, it's funny that we've
known each other for a couple of months now, and I've never
actually had sex with you."

   "Yeah that is funny." He put his arm around Nicola, drawing
her close, his hand reaching over her shoulder to fondle her bare
boob. Nicola gave a naughty grin. "We really should do something
about that." She grasped his zip and pulled. Sammy nodded dumbly.
Finally he was going to get his dick into this gorgeous Aussie
starlet! Nicola took her time in getting Sammy's pants off,
gently pulling them down his hairy legs. Sammy's heart beat
faster. Every time her hands brushed against his crotch, Sammy's
impatience (and his cock) grew redder with desire. Nicola pulled
his underpants down now, and Sammy's erect penis popped up. The
starlet's eyes lit up. "Hell-o!" she said. Nicola's dainty hands
glided along the length of his shaft. Sammy's eyes fluttered.

   Nicola slid down her shorts. She was, of course, not wearing
any knickers. Sammy looked at her glistening pussy and saw
heaven. "Quickly, quickly," he rasped. Nicola placed a finger on
her lips. "All in good time, my sweet. You've waited this long, a
few seconds more will make it feel all the better." Sammy nodded.
His prick, purple and swollen with eagerness, bobbed between
them.

   Slowly, Nicola pushed Sammy back on the couch. She threw one
of her long, tanned legs over Sammy's lap, straddling him. Nicola
braced herself in this position, her open cunt suspended inches
above Sammy's cock. Sammy whimpered in desire, he wanted this
sooooo bad! "Are you ready now?" Nicola asked. Sammy nodded
eagerly. Yes! Yes! Yes! Bit by bit Nicola lowered herself onto
Sammy's lap, gently guiding his erect penis into her. Sammy had
never known a woman to take so long to mount him and he was
practically foaming at the mouth in his eagerness to fuck her.
Finally Nicola had slid his entire length into her pussy and her
cute little bottom settled on his thighs. Sammy let out a
satisfied groan. Nicola gave a wiggle to settle herself, sending
shivers of delight through Sammy's body.

   With infinite care, Nicola began to bob up and down on Sammy's
cock. Impatient with her slow speed, Sammy began to fuck her
faster, picking up the pace. As the rhythm increased it was
Nicola staying still as a Sammy stroked frantically in and out of
her body. His mind was racing with the ecstasy of the moment. He
was fucking Nicola Baron! Yes! Yes! Yes! Sammy was thrusting
faster and faster when suddenly-

   He couldn't stroke out of her. Nicola had stopped. Sammy
wriggled, but his dick was caught, squeezed tight inside Nicola's
cunt. "What the? Why have you stopped!" he whimpered. His trapped
penis twitched, anxious to be getting back to the pleasurable
task of humping the starlet.

   "No so fast," Nicola said with an evil grin. "Now that I've
got you right where I want you, Sammy Fish, you are going to
answer a few questions." Sammy writhed beneath her, but it was no
good. "Please, please! I need to fuck you!" he whimpered. "Not
until you tell me what's really going on around here," Nicola
growled. Her stern face told him she was in no mood for games. In
desperation Sammy blurted out the truth. "OK, OK, you win! There
is no Miss West Hollywood beauty pageant!"

   Nicola gasped in shock. "What?"

   "It's just something I made up 10 years ago."

   "Then what's this all about?"

   "It's just an excuse for a bunch of wealthy old guys to meet
some horny young girls and spend a weekend away from their wives.
They pay me to set the whole thing up. Every year the contest is
booked into the Paradise Lake Hotel 'coincidentally' at the same
time as the League of Republican Voters Annual Conference."

   "Do the other girls know about this?"

   "Of course! They know what's going on, so do the hotel staff,
everyone. Everyone except you. When you got here I thought you
already knew, but when it became obvious you didn't we just sort
of. played along."

   Nicola frowned. Now it all made sense. Angela laughing behind
her back, Amy saying it wasn't a real beauty pageant. Nicola's
cheeks burned to realize she'd been duped. "So, there really is
no contest then?"

   "Well, there's no official Miss West Hollywood contest, no.
But the Leaguers keep score and judge the girls, and the winner
gets a $5000 cash bonus for being such a good sport."

   Of course, thought Nicola. The scoreboard, it was the number
of men she'd had sex with. She stood up, disengaging herself from
a slurp from Sammy's dick. Still purple with desire, and coated
with Nicola's love slime, it stood like an enraged flagpole
between his legs. "Then I've still got a contest to win," she
said with determination. "It may not be the Miss West Hollywood
Beauty Pageant, but I'm entered in it and I'm going to do my best
to win!" Nicola turned on her heel and marched out of Sammy's
office.

   "But. but. what about." Sammy gestured desperately towards his
raging hard-on. But there was no sign of Nicola coming back. He
gave a sigh and reached for the phone. "Jodi! Come to my office
now! There's a job here only you can handle!"

   Still nude- and more than a little horny from her near-fuck
with Sammy- Nicola emerged into the hotel's leisure complex. She
was running out of time, and with the end of the contest only
hours away, Nicola had to find some old men to fuck and soon!

   Nicola spied Angela, out on her old stalking ground by the
pool. She was chatting to one of the Leaguers. She was wearing
her black bikini and tugging at the strings that held her top on.
In a few seconds her pointy tits were bare, and they were
pointing at him. Nicola dashed over toward them. "Oh Angela," she
said sweetly, "Reception asked me to give you a message. The
clinic called- they need to speak to you urgently." The old man
gasped, Angela's face went purple with rage. Before she could do
anything, Nicola gave her a push. With a squeal, Angela fell
backward into the pool. "Time for you to cool off, slut," Nicola
quipped with satisfaction (she always wanted to be able to say
something like that).

   Nicola turned to the man who was now hers for the taking. He
wasn't as attractive as the others- if he looked like anyone
famous, it was Don Knotts- but it was a start, and Nicola had a
lot of catching up to do. Nicola gave him a model's pose, hands
on hips, thrusting her chest out at him, the prettiest of smiles
dancing on her lips. Don's face was a dopey grin as his eyes
traveled up and down Nicola's perfect, nude body.

   "Excuse me," Nicola asked, "did you order a naked girl?"

   In the hours that followed, Nicola continued to rack up an
impressive score. Now knowing that winning hinged upon a lack of
propriety, Nicola ran naked and giggling through the halls and
grounds of the Paradise Lake Hotel in her quest to find men to
have sex with. By the time she had to get ready for the swimsuit
parade, Nicola was a very satisfied little starlet.

   Back in her room (mercifully, Angela was out), Nicola opened
up her bag. It was time to break out Nicola's lucky pink bikini.
She'd owned it since she arrive in LA, and had worn it at the
very audition that had landed her the lead role in 'Bikini
Bandits', the movie that launched her career.

   Nicola held the two tiny strips of fabric in her hands, as she
turned toward the mirror and indulged in a little ritual she
liked to call Checking Out A Really Great Ass. Spending half the
day nude out doors had really topped up her tan, and she looked
as fabulous as always. Nicola tweaked her nipples, and they
sprang to attention. Nicola smiled. Now it was time for her to
really put on a show for the judges.

   Once again the Paradise Lake Hotel's Grand Ballroom was the
location for the swimsuit parade. The girls waited backstage for
the event to begin, twenty- five gorgeous girls standing around
in nothing more than skimpy bathing suits waiting for the elderly
Leaguers to cast a lustful eye over their luscious bodies and
declare which of them was the most fuckable. This time Nicola was
more clued up on what was going on. And this time, word had got
around that Nicola had been under the misapprehension that the
Miss West Hollywood Beauty Pageant was a real beauty pageant, and
she was the subject of much pointing and giggling. Nicola's
cheeks flushed with shame but she put a brave face on it. The
ringleader for this teasing was, of course, Angela.

   "Boy, Knickers," she laughed, "I always knew you were a total
bimbo but this takes the cake."

   "Shut up," Nicola murmured. "No one ever told me."

   "It sure was a sight, seeing up strut around here trying to be
the proper little beauty queen. And you still fucked a couple of
those old fossils. You are such a slut." Angela broke into
laughter. Nicola badly wanted to teach Angela a lesson, but she
was so far in the lead there was no way she could catch up even
with the swimsuit parade and the talent contest later.

   Before the bitching could get serious, Sammy appeared. He
rubbed his greasy hands together and leered at the girls. They
eagerly rushed to cluster around him, pressing their young bodies
against him. "Girls, girls, please," he said, and he made feeble
attempts to fend off the bevy of barely-dressed beauties. "The
swimsuit parade will begin shortly. Please line up in you order."
Sammy swatted a handy rump (it turned out to be Tammy), and then
disappeared around behind the curtains. Nicola heard a burst of
applause and figured that Sammy had launched into his monolog.

   The girls waited in order. Jodi appeared, dressed in a
surprisingly sedate outfit consisting of a miniskirt and crop
top. She hurried over to Nicola. "Knickers! I've been trying to
get hold of you. There's something I need to tell you, about the
contest."

   "That it isn't a real contest?" Nicola replied. "Yup, I
figured it out. Thanks for trying to let me know." Jodi gave an
apologetic shrug, and then made her up to the top of the queue
where her job was to shepherd the girls out onto the catwalk.

   Butterflies fluttered in Nicola's tummy. She had been nervous
enough mounting the stage last night when she thought she was in
a real beauty pageant, now that she knew that she was supposed to
go out there expose herself to the audience things were even
worse. Come on Knickers, she told herself. She'd done this sort
of thing before. Remember "The Tony Moroni Show"? That night
Nicola had stripped bare and strutted her stuff on live TV, and
loved every moment of it. She closed her eyes, conjuring up the
memory of that night, the desire she'd felt, to need to feel the
eyes of all those men glued to her naked body. Nicola's hands
glided across her own flesh, feeling goose bumps rise on her
skin.

   "It's time," a sweet voice whispered in Nicola's ear. She
opened her eyes to see Jodi staring at her with those beautiful
brown eyes of hers. Nicola smiled. She could hear Sammy announce
her, and the roar of delight that followed her name. A wave of
pleasure fell upon the starlet to hear such a reaction. Nicola's
smile became a big grin, and with that she stepped through the
curtain and out onto the stage.

   Nicola felt like she was whisked away to another world when
she crossed out onto the stage, a world of wild exhibitionism.
The lights glared down on her, waves of noise engulfing her.
Nicola stood just in front of the curtain, slipping into a
model's pose- hands on hips, chest thrust forward, chin held
high, leg slightly forward. Stage right stood the other
contestants in a row, all of them stark naked except for their
sashes, with their bikinis casually hanging off their arms. It
suddenly occurred to Nicola that she should come up with a clever
strip routine to get her bikini off, but as fate would have it,
she didn't have to.

   Unbeknownst to Nicola, when she had struck her pose, she'd
snagged the back of her bikini top on a nail sticking out of the
rear wall of the stage. As applause washed over her, Nicola began
her elegant strut down the catwalk. She made just one stride of
her lovely long legs when the nail snapped her back. Nicola gave
a squeal of surprise as she stumbled. Her bikini top fell undone,
and by reflex Nicola grabbed it before it fell completely away.
Her smile faltering, Nicola made her way down the catwalk,
clutching the top half of her bathing suit as it began to slide
away. The audience chuckled, no doubt remembering Nicola as the
adorable but clumsy bunny girl from last night. As she strutted
forwards, Nicola began to encounter problems with her bikini
bottoms too. She mustn't've tied them on properly, and the string
began to slip down her shapely thigh. With her hands busy trying
to keep her top in place, there was no way Nicola could tug her
bottoms up.

   With the audience enjoying the show, Nicola realized this was
precisely what she needed. A sly smile slid across her lips. She
loosened her grip on the top, letting it slide down so that her
right nipple was free and the left not far behind it. Her bottoms
continued their downward slid, determined to bare Nicola's muff
whether she wanted to or not, every stride causing them to untie
just a bit more. Nicola finally reached the end of the catwalk,
her modesty more or less preserved. Better do something about
that, she thought. As she finished her saunter, Nicola came to a
halt, and spun on her heels with an exaggerated sway of her hips.
This was more than the poorly-tied knot could handle, and
centrifugal force sent Nicola's skimpy bikini bottoms sailing off
out into the audience. Nicola overplayed a look of surprise, her
lips forming into a perfect O of "oops". At the same time, her
bikini top slipped from her hands, and Nicola stood in front of
the League of Republican Voters stark naked. The applause was a
blur of adulation, with cheers and whistles at such a level that
Nicola didn't think old men were capable of.

   Nicola continued to pose nude at the end of the catwalk for a
few moments more, letting them drink in the sight of her gorgeous
body. Then she turned again and strutted back up toward the
stage, her bottom wiggling with every step. Nicola stepping into
the lineup of naked contestants, though Nicola noted with
satisfaction that she was the only one who had abandoned her
bikini completely.

   The rest of the girls did their sashays down the catwalk. In
Nicola's opinion, none could match her for sheer stripping
ability. Finally the last girl came and took her place in the
wall of naked flesh that lined the stage. All twenty girls stood
clad in nothing but their sashes, high heels, and a broad smile.

   "There they are, gentlemen," Sammy announced, "twenty of the
most beautiful women in the world. You've all made your picks,
and scored each and every one. I'm sure you've got your own
favorites, I know I sure do." He gave a lascivious wink. "We'll
all be back here again in the grand ballroom tonight at 8.30 for
the final round, the talent contest. Of course, you've already
enjoyed the special 'talents' each of these lovelies possesses,
but we've yet to see what else they're capable of. The final
judging complete, all that will remain is to select our special
winner. So see you all then!"

   Nicola would've liked to spend more time racking up points
with the Leaguers. Her score now stood at 14, not too bad
considering 11 of those were just since this morning, but there
was no way of matching Angela's 26. In a few hours the talent
contest would begin. The evening would probably end by 10pm, as
many of the Leaguers had to be back in boardrooms and campaign
offices first thing Monday morning and would fly out tonight.
Nicola resigned herself to not winning the contest, but she could
still top Angela in the talent contest.

   Nicola was sitting by the pool trying to think of what do to
for her talent contest when Amy appeared. Dressed in her bikini,
the blonde flashed Nicola a warm smile and wiggled toward her
carrying two drinks. "Hi Knickers," she said, "you looked pretty
thirsty sitting out here so I brought you a soda." She gave
Nicola a wink. "Once a stewardess, always a stewardess." As she
bent over to put the glass down next to Nicola, the Aussie
starlet couldn't help but stare at Amy's cleavage as it
threatened to pop out her bikini top. Those tits, thought Nicola,
so tasty. suddenly, inspiration hit Nicola. She knew exactly what
would turn those crusty old Leaguers on, and really show Angela
up. A broad grin spread across her face.

   "What's got you so happy?" Amy asked.

   "How would you like to give those guys the thrill of their
lives?"

   Amy's face lit up. "Would I? We stewardesses just live to give
the boys a thrill."

   "Then we've got some work to do," said Nicola. "You may win
this one, Angela Monroe, but I'm going to give you a run for your
money."


Sammy Fish, standing in the darkness of the wings, suppressed a
yawn. Angela was on stage, performing the same routine she did
every year. Dressed as a topless schoolgirl, her hair in
pigtails, Angela jump-roped to some synth-drenched 80s song that
was probably in the charts when Angela was a little girl.

   The raven-haired beauty beamed out at the audience. Sammy
always thought the routine would work better if Angela's tits
were bigger, but they did look very fetching bobbing up and down.
Angela never needed to put on anything special for the talent
contest, she'd already done her best "moves" in the bedroom, and
she was sure to win the $5000 bonus.

   Angela finished up as the audience applauded her act. She
curtsied, casting sultry glances and blowing kisses, before
trotting off stage. Sammy applauded too, though more to be polite
than any actual appreciation of her dance efforts.

   "A big hand for Angel Monroe!" cried Sammy. "How fast they
grow up," he quipped, and the audience chuckled. "Regrettably,
it's now time for our last show of the evening. Our next
contestant. I'm sorry, that's our next contestants, are here
together to double your viewing pleasure. Please give a warm
welcome for Amy Vallens and Nicola Baron!"

   In the center of the stage, a spotlight appeared revealing Amy
sitting in an armchair. She was dressed in business clothes-
white blouse, with dark gray jacket and skirt, and was reading a
magazine. From over the PA came a voice: "Welcome aboard Fantasy
Airlines Flight 69. We're currently cruising at an altitude of
30,000 feet, we've switched off the seatbelt sign, so relax and
one of our lovely stewardesses will be along shortly to tend to
your needs."

   On cue, Nicola entered. She was wearing the same outfit Amy
had worn last night, the 'bikini stewardess' costume. This was
greeted by whistles from the audience. Nicola smiled at them,
striking a few poses. The string bikini was a mite too small for
Nicola's shapelier figure, and her boobs out of the tiny top.
With a wiggle she walked upstage.

   "Oh, stewardess," Amy hailed her. "Yes?" Nicola replied. She
bent at the waist, presenting her bottom to the audience, and her
breasts to Amy. "Stewardess, there's something wrong with my
seatbelt. It seems to be jammed."

   "I'll see what I can do," Nicola replied, and began to fiddle
with the belt. "My, it sure is stuck," she said, tugging on the
clasp. Finally, Nicola gave a yank and with a loud rip pulled off
Amy's smart skirt. The audience burst out laughing. Amy played
indignant.

   "You stupid girl!" she cried. From the waist down, Amy now
looked less business- like in white panties and stockings. "I'm
ever so sorry," Nicola replied. "We'll have it mended by the time
we land."

   "See that you do," Amy growled. "In the mean-time, bring me a
drink! Scotch on the rocks."

   "Yes, ma'am," Nicola replied, and scooted off stage. Amy sat
alone in the seat, the audience enjoying the sight of her in her
dressed for work from the waist up, and fun from the waist down.
Nicola appeared a moment later, carrying a glass of amber liquid.
"Here you are, ma'am- opps!" Nicola stumbled, and the drink went
flying- right onto Amy! The audience roared with laughter, though
everyone must've known that was going to happen.

   Furious, Amy leapt to her feet. "You clumsy girl!" Her blouse
was ruined. She wiped at liquid on her face. "I have an important
meeting to attend when we land!"

   "I'm sorry, ma'am," Nicola replied. "If you give me the
blouse, we can do our best to clean it up. Amy gave an
exaggerated sigh, and then proceeded to slowly remove the
garment, playing the strip routine to her audience, but still
managing to keep in character. Amy handed over the blouse,
revealing her perky assets in a matching white bra that did
little to hide her dark brown nipples. She stood on stage, hands
on hips, posing for the delight of her Leaguers. "Bring me a
napkin," she ordered. Again, Nicola scooted off the stage, her
g-stringed bottom wiggling.

   A moment later she returned. "Um, I'll really sorry about
this," she stammered, "but we appear to have run out ofnapkins."

   "What?" Amy roared. "I'm soaked thanks to you! Now what can I
clean myself with?" The answer seemed obvious to the audience,
but the two girls on stage stood with their index fingers on
their chins wondering about it, before Amy announced: "There's
nothing else to do. You'll have to give me your bikini top."

   Nicola bit her lip. "Do I have to?"

   "Yes. It's your fault I'm standing here sticky and half
naked."

   "OK," Nicola reluctantly replied. She turned, keeping her back
to the audience, and deftly untied the knot that held her top on.
She turned back to face them, holding the thin strip of material
across her breasts but leaving the strings to dangle down her
side. Slowly, the teasing minx pulled the top away, baring her
breasts. The spectators went wild with delight and Nicola
reluctantly handed it over to Amy.

   Nicola posed, making a poor attempt to cover her boobs. Amy
wiped her face and hands down with the impromptu facecloth. The
bikini top wasn't very big to start with, and before the job was
done it was a useless soggy ball.

   "I'm still wet!" Amy complained. "You'll have to give me your
bottoms too."

   "I don't think." Nicola tried to reply, but Amy cut her off.
"Don't think just do." She seized the end of the knot that held
Nicola's bikini bottoms in place, and with one good tug whipped
them away, leaving Nicola completely naked. She gave a squeak of
surprise, and a little blush, as the audience laughed at the poor
nude girl and her predicament.

   "I can assure you," said Amy as she wiped her legs with the
remains of Nicola's clothes, "I will be making a full complaint
to your superiors when we land."

   "Oh please don't," Nicola stammered. "This is the third time
this has happened. today. They'll fire me!"

   "You should've thought of that before," Amy replied tartly.

   Nicola's embarrassment dissolved, and a sultry look crossed
her pretty face. "I'm sure there must be something I do can to
make you forget all of this," she said in a low, sexy voice. She
reached out and began to stroke Amy's silky blonde hair, her bare
boobs jiggling. Before Amy could reply Nicola leapt forward and
kissed her passionately on the lips. The audience let out a
collective moan, evidently liking the twist this little tale was
taking!

   Amy broke free. "Stewardess, please! I have a boyfriend."

   "That's OK," Nicola replied, "So do I!" She seized Amy again
in an ardent embrace, and they kissed. After a moment of necking
Amy pulled away, panting. "Oh go on," Nicola insisted. "All the
male passengers love it when I do this."

   "Oh, well, if you put I like that." Amy replied. She grabbed
Nicola by the shoulders and swung her round to kiss her on the
lips. The couple continued to explore each other's mouths for a
few moments later. A murmur of delight from the dark told the
girls that their unseen audience was really enjoying the show.

   "What now?" Amy whispered to Nicola.

   "Just follow my lead," Nicola replied. She led the blonde
neophyte upstage, all the while kissing her. Nicola then
proceeded to strip Amy, beginning with the bra. She slowly undid
the clasp, making the most of the moment. Amy played shy, turning
her back as Nicola tossed the bra offstage. The Australian ran
her hands over Amy's bare back, gradually turning her to face the
audience so they could see her beautiful breasts. Blushing, she
smiled out at them. Another babble of noise told the girls they
were doing it right.

   Next Nicola tugged down Amy's panties, slipping them down her
legs. Leaning against her lover, Amy stepped out of them. The
couple now stood naked on stage. Nicola's hands roved across the
blonde stewardesses' body, caressing her gently. Amy caught on
real quick, and was soon enjoying the feel of Nicola's naked body
pressed tight against her own.

   "Time to heat things up a bit," Nicola whispered. "What do you
mean?" Amy asked, a little unsure what she meant. "This," said
Nicola. She laid on her back and pulled her over her, twisting
her around to face the opposite direction, and maneuvered the
blonde to give the audience the best view. Nicola's head was now
right beneath Amy's crotch. Nicola raised her lips to Amy's joy
department. Using her tongue she gently teased out the labia and
begun to suckle on that tender sweetmeat.

   Amy let out a squeak of surprise at Nicola's apparent
ad-libbing, quickly followed by a moan of pleasure. Nicola
continued to noisily slurp away at Amy's pussy. Shivering with
desire, she lowered her head to Nicola's crotch and returned the
favor. The two girls continued to 69 for several minutes, all for
the enjoyment of the elderly Leaguers.

   Evidently a new sensation for Amy, she began to buck her hips,
letting out a continuous cry that sounded somewhere between a
moan and a squeal. Sobbing with passion, the stewardess fucked
Nicola's face, forgetting she was doing this in public.

   With a high-pitched yelp Amy orgasmed, splashing her love
juice all over Nicola's pretty face. The Aussie starlet quickly
followed suit, letting out a serious of low grunts that rose into
an animalistic yell of sexual release.

   The couple collapsed into each other's arms, gently kissing
and cuddling. The roar of delight and applause from the
spectators brought them back to the here and now. Smiling shyly,
they stood and bowed gracefully. Slick with their own sweat and
each other's juices, they basked in the adulation of their
audience.

   Sammy, visibly excited, came back on the stage. He stood
between the two naked girls, their arms around his rotund waist.

   "Well," announced Sammy, "this has been quite a finale to a
very memorable year. I guess it's pretty obvious who should win
the 2002 title of Miss West Hollywood. She's been an adorable
sight, providing us with a lot of fun all weekend, and now she
pulls out something like this. Gentlemen, I give you the one and
only Miss Nicola 'Knickers' Baron!"

   The Leaguers stood, applauding. Nicola saw with some
satisfaction that many of them had considerable bulges in their
crotches. She blushed. "I couldn't've done it without my little
co-star, Amy."

   Amy was applauding too. She shook her head and grinned.
"Thanks, Knickers, but this show was all yours!"

   "Paul Newman" made his way onstage, clutching a small crown, a
sash and an envelope. "We don't normally crown a 'Miss West
Hollywood," he announced, "But Nicola's sweet naivety has
captured our hearts. And really turned us on. So, Nicola, after
ten years of holding this contest, we'd like to crown you the
first real Miss West Hollywood." He placed the crown on her head,
and draped the sash around her naked body. Nicola shivered with
delight. "I don't know what to say. Thank you, thank you all!"

   The rest of the contestants stood on the edge of the stage,
still naked and joined in the applause. One of them, however,
didn't clap. Angela. She stood with her hands on her shapely
hips, glaring at the busty brunette who had become the bane of
her career for the past couple of months. "Not so fast!" she
yelled, and marched toward Nicola. "I've been here before, you're
going to give her the prize money, even though I clearly won with
more points, aren't you!?"

   Paul shook his head. "No, Angela, we were just getting to you.
You definitely earned the $5000 bonus. We just wanted to give the
lovely Nicola something special for all the gratification she's
given us. We've learned a special lesson this weekend. We horny
old men have disabused the fine institution that is the beauty
contest. But Nicola has reminded us how important a good show
really is. From now on, the Miss West Hollywood Beauty Pageant
will be a real beauty pageant!"

   "Does this mean you won't want to fuck the girls in future?"
Sammy asked. "Of course not," Paul replied. "We just want to give
the winner a title, too." He gave Amy a playful swat on her
bottom, and the naked blonde giggled.

   "Do I get the cash or not?" Angela demanded. "Sure," said
Paul, handing her the envelope. Angela opened it and counted the
money.

   "And I get to be Miss West Hollywood?" Nicola asked, "You
betcha honey," Paul replied.

   The two nude starlets looked at each other. "So." said Nicola,
"I guess for once, we both get what we want?"

   Angela gave a toss of her jet-black hair. "I guess so," she
said sullenly. Nicola felt a little relieved the ice was at least
cooling between. "So, this looks like the start of a beautiful
friendship?"

   "Don't push it," Angela snarled.

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