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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 & the Helpful Angel

   2.  Nicola's Hot Screen Test

   3.  Bikini Audition

   4.  Bikini Stewardesses Go Mile High <5.  Hollywood Party Hostesses

   6.  Nicola: Live & Uncensored

   7.  Nicola Gets A Woody

   8.  Bikini Christmas Carol

   9.  Sex Kitten

   10.  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_cutthisbit@yahoo.co.uk

   Bikini Stewardesses Go Mile High (MMMFFF oral exhib)

   "Ok, girls, let's lose those bikini tops, shall we?" asked Tom the
photographer.  Nicola, smiling down the lens, complied.  The Aussie reached
behind her neck and tugged on the strings that held her blue bikini top in
place.  It fell loose, exposing her delicious tanned tits.  Jennifer,
standing next to Nicola, did so as well, grinning as she bared her own
impressive rack.  The third model, Candy Barr, was a little shyer, and
blushed slightly as she uncovered her own small but pert breasts.

   The girls were in an empty hanger at Van Nuys Airport doing a publicity
photoshoot for the movie they'd just finished, "Bikini Stewardesses 2". 
All three were wearing their 'Bikini Stewardess' costumes: blue bikinis,
blue caps perched at jaunty angles upon their heads, white cuffs and
collars, and a set of gold wings clipped to the right bikini strap. 
Nicola, Jennifer and Candy lounged across the wing of a Cessna as Tom
directed them to strip.

   Nicola tossed her top aside.  Leaning forward, a naughty smirk in her
lips, Nicola squeezed her boobs together.  "Great, fabulous," said Tom,
shooting off roll after roll of film.  The gorgeous Aussie starlet was in
her element now, posing nude for the camera.

   "Now tweak your nipples," instructed Tom.  Nicola obliged, tugging on
her little pink buds till they puckered and hardened.  Nicola loved to show
off her perfect body.  Her lithe, 38-2536 body was the stuff of (wet)
dreams.  The model-turned-actress from Australian may not have been born an
exhibitionist, but in the past few months she had taken to it like a
trooper.  Her adventures in Hollywood had given her many opportunities to
get naked, and not just in the B-movies she had appeared in.  No sooner had
Nicola wrapped on "Bikini Bandits" than she'd been cast in "Bikini
Stewardesses 2".  Both films had featured oodles of nudity.

   "Great tits, girls," said Tom.  "Thanks," Jennifer replied.  Candy
blushed, a bloom of red that spread across her bare chest.  Nicola was in
good company with these two.  Jennifer had seduced Nicola at an audition,
and then two had been friends ever since.  Candy was a new comer to the
industry, but an enthusiastic learner.

   "Why don't we get rid of these bikini bottoms and do some
full-frontals?" Jennifer suggested with a naughty twinkle in her eyes.  Tom
laughed.  "Sure, sweetheart." Nicola tugged at the knot that held the
remainder of her bikini in place, teasing the camera.  Slowly, the slip of
material fell away, baring Nicola's neatlytrimmed muff.  The bikini bottoms
joined her top on the floor and Nicola was gloriously nude.

   Tom switched on a boom-box and the hanger was filled with a thumping
beat.  The girls danced to the music, bare breasts pounding in a display of
naked lust.  Tom moved around the starlets, flashing off pictures,
capturing their nude bodies from every angle.

   Finally, Tom cut the music.  Sweat dripped from his brow, and Nicola
noted with pride the bulge in his crotch.  It was always a compliment to be
able to get a professional aroused.  "Phew.  Well girls, that's a wrap for
today.  I'll see you all tomorrow."

   As Tom packed up his gear, the three gorgeous girls put their discarded
bikinis back on.  They were now alone in the hanger.

   "So, Knickers," said Jennifer, "how about we head out to my place and
christen the new hot tub?  Swimsuit optional, of course." She pinched
Nicola's ass cheek, bare in the g-string bikini.  The Aussie laughed.  "How
about you come join us, Candy?  I always thought you were seriously cute."

   "Sorry, guys," the petite blonde placed a hand on her crotch.  "Much
like the Vice President's parking space, this spot's reserved for dick."

   They walked across the hanger laughing, when they suddenly noticed
someone standing at the entrance watching them.  He was a tall, handsome
man dressed in an expensive suit.  As they approached him, he gave the
three starlets a disarming smile.  "Well, hello there," he said.

   "Hello yourself," Nicola purred.  He was openly ogling the girls,
drinking in the sight of their near-naked bodies in those tiny little
string bikinis.  "My name is Donovan Tate."

   "*The* Donovan Tate?  The millionaire?" Jennifer's eyes were wide with
lust.  Donovan gave a modest smile.  "The same."

   "A pleasure to meet you, Mr.  Tate.  My name is Nicola Baron, but you
can call me Knickers." They shook hands, setting her boobs jiggling in the
tight confines of her bikini top.  This little show was not lost on Tate,
who leered shamelessly at her tits.  "These are my friends, Jennifer
Dempster and Candy Barr."

   "Wow, I've never seen stewardess uniforms quite like that before," said
Tate, eyeing up the tiny outfits the girls had worn in the movie (when they
were wearing clothes at all).

   "Oh, we're not stewardesses," replied Candy.  Tate's face fell.  "That's
a shame.  My private plane is about to take off on a business flight, and
the three stewardesses I had booked to work the flight have baled on me at
the last moment.  I badly need to find some replacements."

   "What my friend means," Jennifer interjected, "is that we're not regular
stewardesses, we're bikini stewardesses.  And it just so happens that we're
for hire."

   "Great!" said Tate, "How soon can you start?"

   "Hold on there, big fella," Jennifer replied.  "Being bikini
stewardesses we don't exactly come cheap."

   "Money is no object." Tate produced his wallet.  "Would six hundred
dollars apiece suffice?"

   Jennifer's eyes lit up.  "Six hundred dollars!  Why, sir, I do believe
you've hit upon the right amount."

   Uh-oh thought Nicola.  What is Jennifer getting them into?  She glanced
over at Candy, who looked more than a little surprised at what Jennifer was
cooking up.

   "Great.  Meet me over at my Gulfstream, Hanger 227, in fifteen minutes."
He flashed the girls a smile and then left.

   "Are you crazy!" wailed Candy.  "We don't know anything about being
stewardesses!"

   "Relax," Jennifer soothed her.  "It's just like waitressing.  Smile,
serve drinks, and when you bend over let them look at your tits.  Nothing
to it.  How about it, Knickers, you in?"

   "Six hundred dollars?" Just thinking about all that money made Nicola
horny.  "Sure, why not?"

   They looked at the reluctant Candy.  "Come on, Candy.  It'll be fun!"
said Jennifer.  "And think of the money," Nicola added.

   "Well.  OK." Candy replied.  But she still didn't look too sure.

   Fifteen minutes late, the three bikini-clad starlets were assembled in
Hanger 227 under a very impressive Gulfstream jet.  "Wow, look at this
thing!" Nicola exclaimed.  Tate stood by the wing, eyeing her up.  Nicola
suggestively ran her hand along the plane's nose.

   "This is an important flight.  Tate Industries is expanding and I have
to sign a distribution deal with representatives from three other
corporations.  So I need you girls to work your charm on them, make sure
that they relax and get in the mood to sign these contracts."

   "Don't worry, Mr.  Tate," Jennifer assured him.  "The bikini
stewardesses know how to make our passengers very, very happy." She gave a
wink.  Tate laughed, no doubt getting what she was implying.

   "But full service comes at a price," Nicola added.  "And I do mean full
service." She reached out and stroked his face.  Tate swallowed.  With his
tongue hanging out he hastily cried, "An extra 300, a piece, when they
sign!"

   The three exchanged glances, and then nodded.  "You got yourself a deal,
Mr.  Tate," said Nicola.

   "OK girls, climb aboard!" Tate opened the cabin door and gallantly
allowed them to board first.  Nicola climbed the steps, her thong-covered
bottom wiggling with every step.  Tate's eyes were glued to that delicious
little peach, and couldn't resist giving her a little pat.  Nicola gave a
gasp of surprise then stepped inside.  Now Jennifer mounted the ladder. 
She paused at the top, jiggling her bottom for Tate.  "Well?" she asked. 
Tate shrugged and obliged her with a pat on her bare ass cheek.  Now it was
the reluctant Candy's turn.  She, too, paused at the top of the steps. 
"Oh, go on then," she rolled her eyes.  Mr.  Tate grinned, and gave her
backside a gentle slap.  Candy blushed and boarded the plane.

   "Wow!" Nicola exclaimed as she looked around the plush interior of the
aircraft.  The main compartment featured an oak conference table surrounded
by wide chairs that looked considerably more comfy than those found on
commercial planes.  "Kinda puts our crappy set to shame, doesn't it?"
whispered Jennifer.  Nicola stifled a giggle, remembering the cheap
cardboard 'aircraft' they had filmed "Bikini Stewardesses 2" in.

   Tate took them through a silk curtain to the forward cabin, which
consisted of a galley and some seats for the girls.  Just forward of this
was the cockpit.

   Tate explained what he wanted for the flight: the three guests will come
aboard.  Tate, pilot for the day, would take off and fly the Gulfstream up
to 5,000 feet, then come back to the conference room to launch into his
spiel.  At this point, the girls will be introduced, really building up
their entrance.  Then they'll come back and meet the businessmen.  From
there, it's serving drinks and then lunch.  "Hopefully," said Tate, "by
then I'll have their signatures on these contracts."

   "Don't worry, Mr.  Tate," said Jennifer, "we'll do everything we can to
convince those men to sign."

   "Anything?" asked Tate.

   "Anything," Nicola replied with a wink.  She was in a naughty mood
today, which meant those three lucky businessmen were in for a really fun
flight.

   Tate went back into the conference room, and the sound of male voices
drifted through to the galley.  There was much laughing and backslapping,
and Nicola could only imagine what Tate was telling them.

   Soon Tate came back and told the bikini stewardesses to strap themselves
in for takeoff.  As Nicola felt the force of gravity groping her near-nude
body, and the vinyl seat rubbing against her bare ass, she felt goosebumps
rising on her skin.  Donovan Tate badly wanted those contracts signed.  And
it was Nicola, Jennifer and Candy's job to make sure they got signed.  Just
how far would that starlets go to get those signatures?  Was Nicola taking
off for an orgy in the sky?  She didn't know, but she sure couldn't wait to
find out.

   Soon they were cruising at altitude.  Tate set the aircraft on autopilot
for a gentle cruise over the Pacific Ocean.  Back in the galley, he gave
one last look over the three barelydressed beauties, drinking in the sight
of their cleavages squeezed into those too-small bikinis.

   "Good luck girls!" he said, and disappeared into the conference room.

   As everything was pretty much ready in the galley, with the drinks cart
well stocked and a selection of gourmet meals precooked, the starlets had
nothing else to do but make sure they looked pretty for the men they had to
entertain.  Jennifer stood in front of a mirror, adjusting her miniscule
bikini top to expose as much boobflesh as possible.  The tiny panels
covered her nipples and little else, but still Jennifer was dissatisfied.
"Do you think it's too late to change from Bikini Stewardesses to Topless
Stewardesses?" she asked.

   Nicola could hear the sound of male voices drifting through from the
conference room.  Her blood was beginning to rise at the thought of just
how she was going to convince them to sign.  Sit on their laps?  Stroke
their arms?  Let them make any adjustments they feel necessary to her
costume?  It was the anticipation that made her wet.  Nicola adjusted her
little stewardess cap, setting it a jaunty angle.  She couldn't wait until
Mr.  Tate came through that curtain and told them it was time for Nicola
and the girls to do what they did best.

   Candy was nervous, and the sight of her two friends preening themselves
didn't make her feel any better.  "I don't know if I can do this," she
said. Nicola gave her a hug, pressing her boobs against the reluctant
starlet.  "Come on, Candy.  You're such a gorgeous little sky-bunny, those
guys just won't be able to resist your charms." That perked her up a
little. "You think so?"

   "I know so," Nicola replied.  She looked down at Candy's cleavage,
bursting out of her bikini top.  "Just look at those babies." Candy
brightened.  "Yeah, I do have great tits, don't I?"

   Tate poked his head through the curtain.  "Heads up girls!  Time for you
to make an entrance.  Come on through when you hear me call for you, and
then work your magic."

   "It's showtime!" Nicola squealed with excitement.

   On the other side of the curtain, Donovan Tate turned back to his
prospective business partners and shot them a thumbs-up.  The three men
grinned in anticipation.  As soon as negotiations about the Tate Industries
deal had begun to flag, the millionaire had suggested they take a little
break.  He then whetted their appetites with a description of the three
little hostesses who would serve as their inflight entertainment: an
adorable Aussie with a terrific rack, a gorgeous brunette with a naughty
glint in her eye, and a cute little blonde with perky tits.  All neatly
gift-wrapped in charming little stewardess outfits.  The three businessmen
were practically drooling by now, all thoughts of the contract forgotten.

   "Gentlemen, you wanna meet our three tempting little cabin-cuties?" Tate
asked.  They roared in reply.  "OK, girls, come on in."

   The curtain parted and the three delectable bikini stewardesses entered
the conference room, greeted with cheers and wolf-whistles.  Smiling, they
posed for the men.  You couldn't help but ogle the luscious threesome,
dressed in their revealing "stewardess" outfits.  The blue bikinis showed
off far more flesh than they covered, and served as little more than
gift-wrapping for their firm young bodies.  Boobs were squeezed into tops.
G-strings disappeared between butt-cheeks.

   "Jennifer, why don't you come over here and meet Wolfgang Schmidt from
Germany," Tate suggested.  Jennifer sauntered over to a tall, good-looking
blonde man.  Putting her arm around him, she bent over slightly, presenting
a very tempting view of her boobs as if serving them up on a tray.  "Guten
tag, fraulein," said Wolfgang, his eyes glued to her chest.  "Well hello to
you," replied the sultry brunette.  "If there's anything I can do to make
your flight more enjoyable- and I do mean anything- just you let me know,
sugar." Wolfgang nodded franticly.  "Ja, ja!"

   "And would could be better for our visitor from Hong Kong, Leo Kuang,
than a tasty little slice of all-American pie.  Candy, would you do the
honors?" The blushing blonde stepped forward and placed her hand on Leo's
thigh.  With a giggle she said, "OK, I've never done anything like this
before, but I'm a quick learner, if you know what I mean." She gave Leo a
wink.  "Don't worry, sweetheart," he replied (surprisingly with an English
accent), "I'll be gentle with you."

   "Finally, Big Joe Jackson from Texas, meet Nicola from Australia."
Grinning, the Texan doffed his hat.  "Howdy, missy."

   "Please, call me Knickers," Nicola purred.  She strode over to the
Texan. As she approached him, the plane suddenly struck a pocked of air
turbulence.  Nicola stumbled forward, accidentally shoving her boobs right
into Big Joe's face.  "I'm sorry about that," said Nicola as she stood up
straight

   "I ain't complaining!" laughed Joe.  Nicola giggled.  "It's a pleasure
to meet you 'Big Joe'.  I hope that's an accurate nickname."

   "Maybe you'll find out for yourself, little lady." Everyone joined in
laughing at the double entendre.

   "You guys just sit back and relax," Nicola announced.  "The bikini
stewardesses are here to make sure you all have a very memorable flight. 
For the next couple of hours we'll be at your beck and call.  The galley is
well stocked, and we're ready to take care of all your needs." She flashed
a smile at the three men, whose crotches now sported visible bulges. 
"We'll begin with a round of drinks.  Now who wants what?"

   Wolfgang ordered a German beer.  Leo asked for a scotch & soda.  For Big
Joe, a bourbon.

   "Is there any particular way you'd like those served?" Nicola asked with
a wink.  Wolfgang got the hint.  "How about you bring them to us toplez."

   The girls gave mock gasps of surprise.  Tate chuckled.  "Well," said
Jennifer, "we did say we'd do anything for our passengers.  So I guess we
have to." With a cute little wiggle of three bottoms, the girls swished out
through the curtain and back into the galley.

   "I don't know if I can do this," said Candy, once they were alone.

   "Come on," Nicola replied, "you were nude in the movie lotsa times."

   "Yeah, but I was acting," the blushing blonde replied.

   Jennifer was impatient.  "I know how to get things moving." She grabbed
Candy's bikini top and yanked it off.  She gave a yelp of surprise and
covered her boobs.

   "Look, all you have to do is act again," Nicola told her.  "Remember all
the times your character Cindy took her clothes off?" Candy nodded. 
"Yeah.?"

   "So all you have to do is play Cindy to those guys out there."

   Candy thought about it for a while.  "Oh!  OK." Shyly, she removed her
hands from her chest, baring her tits to her co-starlets.

   "That's the spirit!" piped up Jennifer.  She tugged off her own top. 
Nicola quickly joined in the toplessness, baring her beautiful breasts. 
Looking down at them, the Aussie starlet smiled.  She couldn't resist
rubbing her tanned tits.  "Yknow, if things had worked out differently,
I'd've made a great topless waitress."

   "I'll say," Jennifer replied, licking her lips.  The three burst into
laughter.

   A moment later, the curtain parted once more and the three bare-breasted
beauties paraded back into the conference room, a naughty smile on their
lips.  In one hand were the guys' drinks, in the other their bikini tops.
Wolfgang, Leo and Big Joe greeted their little costume alteration with
applause and whistles.  The girls replied with modesty.

   "There was this tag in my bikini," quipped Nicola, "it said FAA
regulation prohibit the wearing of this garment at 10,000 feet.  So off it
goes!" She draped it over the arm of Big Joe's chair.

   "Here you are sweetie," said Jennifer, "a little souvenir of your visit
to the US of A." She added her bikini top over to Wolfgang, who obviously
enjoyed the gift.

   "I can't believe I'm doing this!" giggled Candy, as she hung her top
around Leo's neck.

   "Say, girls, this looks like it's going to be a long flight.  I hope the
boys don't mind if we make ourselves a little comfortable," Jennifer asked
her cohorts.

   "I don't think there'll be any complaints," Nicola replied.  With that
she threw one of her long legs across Big Joe and plunked her bottom on his
lap.  Joe stared at her, open mouthed.  Nicola gave a wiggle to settle
herself, feeling his prick rub against her bare ass cheeks.  "Ooooh, Big
Joe!" she squealed.

   Now the three businessmen each had a topless stewardess sitting on his
lap, a fresh young pussy grinding against their crotches.  Tate smiled. 
"Let's get back into it, shall we?"

   As negotiations resumed, it was the clear the cooing bimbos were
beginning to sap their business acumen.  It was sure hard to concentrate on
the business at hand with a luscious, pert pair of boobs right in front of
your face!  They were being petted and pampered by three of the hottest
starlets Hollywood had to offer.  Tate now bargained to make the deal even
more favorable to himself, reducing the profit margins for his three
partners and increasing the stakes they would have to put up.  And it was
all thanks to Nicola and her friends.

   A while later and it was time to serve lunch.  The girls stood up from
their seats, and the three men squirmed to cover their erections.  Menus
were handed out, each starlet careful to smile and bend at the waist so
their man got a mouth-watering sight of their unencumbered tits swinging
free.

   The boys made their lunch choices, but it was clear from their hungry
gazes that they'd much rather be helping themselves to some succulent
starlet tits instead.

   The girls retired back to the galley to prepare the food.  Candy was
buzzing.  "Can you believe I just did that!" she squealed with excitement.
Jennifer smirked.  She reached out and gave one of the blonde's boobs a
playful squeeze.  "Maybe it'll be a day of many firsts," she said.  Candy
turned scarlet.  "One step at a time," she said, trying to pull away from
Jennifer's roaming hands.

   "Come on, you two," the topless Nicola scolded them.  "We're here to be
groped, not to grope each other.  Now come on, we got a contract to
secure."

   Back out in the conference room, the girls served up lunch.  Tate was
driving a hard deal for Wolfgang, Leo and Big Joe, and the three was glad
of a break to eat their meals, with their respective topless stewardesses
on hand.  Tate excused himself, and went up to the cockpit.

   Nicola smiled seductively at Big Joe as he wolfed down his steak, her
hand straying across his lap.  "I like a man with a big appetite," she
murmured.  He leered at her.  "And I like a girl with big tits." Nicola
laughed, jiggling her bare boobs.  The Texan's eyes lit up as he beheld
those wobbling Aussie whoppers.  "Do you mind if I, er, touch them?" he
asked.

   "Go ahead," said Nicola replied, leaning forward and pushing her boobs
into his face.  Big Joe licked his lips and brought his large hands up to
gently cup Nicola's breasts.  As his fingers brushed against her erect
nipples, Nicola let out a moan.  "Mmmm," she purred.  "You'll have to
forgive me, I have very sensitive nipples."

   "Really?" Joe replied.

   "Uh-huh.  The slightest touch can set me- ooooooh!" Nicola closed her
eyes as Big Joe squeezed her tender buds.  Her hand tugged down the zip on
his pants, and the only thing between Nicola and Joe's cock was a very
expensive pair of silk boxers.  Nicola could feel the monster rearing up in
her grasp, eager to taste the delights of her moist pussy.

   "It's such a shame," whispered Nicola, "that 'Big Joe' has chores to do
before he can come out and play." Nicola nodded toward the contract lying
on the table.  Joe swallowed.  He was being eaten up with desire, but he
couldn't sign Tate's contract.  Through the material of his underpants,
Nicola firmly grasped Joe's penis.  She smiled at the thought of what she
was doing, the amount of power her nubile body had over men.  Joe was
weakening, and Nicola knew it.  It was almost as if the blood pumping into
his dick was draining from his brain, making him less capable of making a
business decision.

   Tate returned.  He looked over the scene, his would-be partners engaging
in some heavy petting with the three half-naked starlets, and grinned. 
Tate could smell victory!

   "Ladies, why don't you withdraw to the galley and fetch the guests
dessert?  It looks like everyone is still hungry."

   With sultry smiles, the girls stood up and left their eager partners. 
Back in the galley, they debated how to serve dessert.

   "We should sit in their laps and spoon feed them," Candy suggested, now
getting into her role as a sex-crazed bikini stewardess.  Suddenly a loud
roar of approval could be heard from the conference room.  Nicola wondered
what that could be about.  Smiling, Tate entered through the curtain.

   "I know you were only supposed to serve lunch for the guests," he said,
face flushed, "but I've told them you'll do something a little different
for dessert."

   "And what is it?" Nicola asked with a raised eyebrow.

   "I told them you'd put ice-cream on your boobs and let them lick it
off."

   Jennifer clapped her hands in delight.  "Sounds like fun!"

   "Wait a moment," said Nicola, "I think that's stretching our original
contract just a little."

   Tate rolled his eyes.  "OK, OK, an extra hundred!" Nicola smiled. 
"We'll be out shortly."

   Tate left.  Jennifer shook her head.  "Why, Knickers, you little
mercenary!" The Aussie starlet shrugged.  "Hey, if I can have some fun and
make some money at the same time, why not?"

   However, Candy's earlier trepidations had returned.  "Lick ice-cream off
my boobs?" She looked at the girls with wide eyes, clutching her chesty
treasures.

   "Come on," cried Jennifer, "you haven't lived till you've felt a hot
tongue licking ice-cold desserts off your tits!  Trust me on this." They
stared at her.  "What?  A girl's got to work her way through college
somehow," said Jennifer defensively.

   "Candy," said Nicola, "you've had fun so far right?  And you want the
extra $100?"

   "I guess so." The bashful blonde with beautiful boobs was beginning to
come around to her costar's way of thinking.

   A few moments later the curtain parted once more and the three topless
starlets strode back into the conference room.  Each took up a hostess's
position right next to their assigned passenger, carrying a small dish of
ice cream.

   "Gentlemen," Nicola announced, "for your dining pleasure, a rare a very
exquisite dessert- ice cream served a la stewardess."

   The three men clapped as the girls seated themselves back on their laps,
facing toward their eager passenger.  Nicola made herself comfortable,
smiling at Joe.  He didn't seem to notice, his eyes shinning bright were
glued to her chest inches from his salivating lips.

   Nicola took a dollop of vanilla ice cream onto a spoon, and ladled it
onto her left boob.  The Aussie starlet gave a slight gasp as the chilly
desert made contact with her skin.  It slid down a little, covering her
erect nipple like a snowy peak.  The white of the ice cream made a nice
contrast against her tanned skin.  Nicola repeated the operation with her
right boob, covering her breast with a second topping of frosty dessert.  A
very tempting dish indeed!

   Big Joe placed his hands on Nicola's waist, pulling her toward him. 
Nicola obediently leant forward, bringing her chest toward Joe's waiting
lips.  Nothing prepared Nicola for the feelings that followed.  Big Joe's
hot tongue flicked out, slithering across her boob as he licked at the ice
cream.  She groaned, her sensitive nipple caught between sizzling and
chilly sensations.  Again Joe's tongue shot out, raising goosebumps on
Nicola's areolas.  She shivered with delight.

   Around her the scene was being replayed with Jennifer and Candy. 
Evidently Jennifer was no stranger to being a serving dish as she expertly
covered her own tits in ice cream.  Candy was fast becoming a fan of this
particular method of service, giving little squeaks of delight as Leo
enthusiastically lapped away at her chest.

   Nicola spooned more of the cold ice cream onto her boobs for the hungry
Texan.  His head bobbed furiously between her boobs, randomly switching
from nipple to nipple, eager to lick up the sweet treat.  Nicola could feel
his 'other' head anxiously squirming beneath her bottom, a pussy-plunging
monster that wanted some attention too.

   Nicola, mouth open and eyes closed, hugged Joe to her chest, letting the
pleasant tingling sensation wash across her titties.  The licking was now
replaced with vigorous sucking and a little chewing as Joe switched to
slurping noisily on each moist, pink nipple in turn.

   The starlet moaned with delight, reaching down to tug at the knot that
held her bikini bottoms in place.  Nicola wasn't completely naked, but only
in the sense that a true starlet is only naked without a pretty smile.  In
this case it was an angelic smile of debauched pleasure.  Nude of any
clothing, Nicola began to bounce slightly in Joe's lap, rubbing her bottom
against his engorged cock.

   Finally, the excited businessman pulled away from Nicola's damp tits. 
"Knickers, honey, I gotta get some relief, if you know what I mean, right
now." Nicola longed to scream yes and dive straight in, but she was a girl
with a mission to complete first.

   "You know what you have to do," she gasped in barely suppressed
pleasure. "Sign the contract, and 'Big Joe' gets a big reward."

   Joe was out of his mind with lust.  He leaned forward toward the table,
squashing Nicola's bare body against his chest and cried out in desperation
"Where's a pen, a pen?"

   Tate grinned.  "Here ya go, Joe, borrow mine." Joe grabbed the pen and
hastily scribbled his signature on the contract.  Wolfgang and Leo, in
similar states of desire, looked at each other, and then both made a grab
for the document.

   Victorious, Tate took the contract with all three signatures and placed
it in his pocket.  "Gentlemen, a pleasure doing business.  I'll let you
enjoy the entertainment."

   No sooner had Tate spoken those words than the bikini stewardesses slid
underneath the table.  This was soon followed by a collective gasp of
relief as three impatient penises were finally delivered into three willing
little mouths.

   Nicola's lips clamped around Joe's cock and began to repay the favor he
had paid her nipples.  Feeling his impatience, Nicola slurped down his tool
and quickly built up a fast pace, her head bobbing up and down in his lap.
Nicola's worked Joe's dick like a pro.  He had done what was required of
him, sign the contract and earn Nicola an unexpected little bonus, so now
he just had to sit back and let the talented little Aussie girl do what she
did best.  Nicola knew that no small part of the pleasure lay in the sound
of a good blowjob, and made sure to make as much noise as possible as she
suckled on his dick.

   Nicola's efforts were rewarded with a lot of moaning from Joe as he came
near to orgasm.  The Texan let out a low growl, and Nicola felt a ripple of
pleasure surge through his body a moment before jets of sperm squirted down
her throat.  Nicola smiled to herself.  Another satisfied customer!

   It wasn't long before the Gulfstream landed back at Van Nuys.  The
girls, still nude, bid each of the businessmen good-bye with a kiss on the
cheek as they left the conference room.  Doubtless the deal they had signed
was not their advantage, but from the grin in their faces it looked liked
they didn't care.

   "Thanks girls, I could never had done it without you," Tate thanked
them.

   "All in a days work for the Bikini Stewardesses," Jennifer replied.

   Tate stroked his chin.  "There's just one last thing I'd like you do to,
before you get dressed again."

   "Yes?" Nicola replied, arching her eyebrows.

   "I called a press conference for as soon as the plane landed- announcing
this deal will be very good for the company's stock price.  But, well,
financial press conferences can be pretty dull.  I thought a little eye
candy would help liven things up."

   Nicola opened her mouth, but Tate knew what she was going to say.  "An
extra $200 a piece?"

   Nicola smiled.  "That will do nicely."

   Members of the fiscal press were lined up outside Tate's plane as soon
as it had landed, eager for news on the proposed Tate Industries world-wide
distribution deal.  Joe Jackson, Wolfgang Schmidt and Leo Kuang had all
emerged from the aircraft with no comment, but enigmatic Cheshire grins. 
Finally, Donovan Tate himself exited the craft.  If his appearance did
nothing to interest the reporters, the three perky sky-bunnies that
followed certainly did.

   Nicola sashayed her way down the steps first, giving a coy smile and a
way to the small group of reporters.  She was completely nude except for
her cute little stewardess cap, plus the white collar and cuffs.  Each step
down the plane's stepladder (tentative in high heels) caused her boobs to
bounce delightfully.  Nicola's impromptu audience stared open mouth at the
naked Aussie starlet, their eyes roaming over every inch of her bare body.
Those beauty tits!  That toned, flat stomach!  That cute little muff!  The
silky-smooth skin that just begged to be stroked!  Nicola had a golden
allover tan, and it was obvious to everyone she wasn't shy about showing it
off.

   Jennifer, similarly undressed to kill, followed Nicola.  The tall,
sophisticated starlet presented just as tasty a sight as her little friend.
Jennifer may only have fallen into acting by accident, but she was
definitely an out-going girl, as evidenced by the fact that her nipples
were extended, and it wasn't a cold day.

   Candy followed up the rear, flushed but excited.  Her perky little boobs
pointed out at the gathered journalists as if eager to be seen.  The cute
little blonde followed her costarlets as they fell into line behind Tate.

   Tate began to speak, and cameras flashed.  However, the real center of
attraction was not the millionaire businessmen but his three little
stewardesses.  Giggling, they ran through various poses for the crowd,
showing off their bare bodies from every angle.

   Nicola smirked as she slipped her hands behind her head and thrust her
boobs out for the cameras.  The day had started out with her posing nude
for one photographer, and now ended up with her posing nude for many more!
That's what Nicola loved about Hollywood, you never knew what was going to
happen next.  She leaned forward, cupping her breasts and tweaking her
nipples.  I can just see this picture on page 3, she thought.  Page 3 of
the "Financial Times"!

   The press conference over, the girls blew a few kisses to the reporters
and followed Tate over to the hanger where he'd met them this morning.  The
girls put their bikinis back on, under Tate's lustful gaze.

   "I have a confession," said Nicola as she tried to tie her top on over
her boobs, "we're not real stewardesses.  We're actresses."

   "I know," Tate replied with a smirk.  Nicola was flabbergasted, she
stared at him in surprise with her breasts half-hanging out of her bikini.

   "What?"

   "Of course I knew.  I was one of the investors in 'Bikini Stewardesses
2'.  I knew you were going to be here today, and after hearing about your
little adventures on the set." Nicola blushed.  ".  I knew that you'd be
able to help me out today."

   "So you never had any other stewardesses booked?" asked Candy.  "I'm
afraid not." Tate replied.  "But I needed to get that contract signed, and
if it hadn't've been for you girls, I never would've got the deal.  No hard
feelings?"

   Nicola scowled.  She didn't like being tricked.  But she had had an
enjoyable day, with a trip in an executive jet, and showing off her cute
little stewardess outfit.  And if they ever made a "Bikini Stewardesses 3",
she now had a little method-experience.  To top it all off, Nicola had
earned herself a $1200 bonus.

   "No hard feelings," Nicola replied.  Tate took his checkbook out of his
jacket and wrote out three checks.  He presented each one to the girls by
slipping it into their cleavage, like a patron tipping a stripper.

   "Adios, ladies!" Tate bid them, as he left the hanger.

   "Mmmm," murmured Candy, "I'm still pretty horny from all that attention
Leo gave me." She slipped her arms around Nicola and Jennifer's shapely
waists, pressing their delectable bodies against her.

   "Does that hot tub invitation still stand?"

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