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Subject: {ASSM} Nicola and the Helpful Angel (A Nicola Adventure) {Knickers} (exhib no-sex)
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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. Hollywood Party Hostesses

5. Nicola: Live & Uncensored

6. Nicola Gets A Woody

7. Bikini Christmas Carol

8. Sex Kitten 

9. 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


Nicola & the Helpful Angel (exhib no-sex)

The thought of letting a bunch of horny 
directors and producers leer over Nicola's 
bikini-clad body still bothered her, but only 
a little. The bronzed-beauty had only just 
arrived in Hollywood from her native 
Melbourne, Australia just over a week ago, and 
was still settling in and learning the ropes 
of being a professional starlet. 

The former model was perfect for the part, 
too. Her body was 5'9" of pure male delight, 
her figure a curvy 38-25-35. Even when Nicola 
wore a bra (which was rare these days), her 
boobs bobbed teasingly with every step. The 
blue-eyed brunette could melt any man's heart 
with just one of her winsome smiles. And she 
was becoming increasingly less shy about 
showing off her body. It seemed to her like 
only yesterday she had been a shy little model 
in Melbourne, gorgeous and sexy, willing to do 
sexy swimwear and maybe lingerie, but baulking 
at anything racier.

All that was changing. After getting a new 
agent, Nicola had done her first two nude 
modeling shoots. She had loved every moment of 
it. Just a few days ago, Nicola had attended a 
screen test for a commercial that had ended in 
disaster, with Nicola standing very wet and 
completely nude in the studio parking lot. 
Thinking back to that moment always got Nicola 
a little aroused. She suspected it wouldn't be 
the last time her new career landed her in an 
embarrassing situation.

Today Nicola had a bikini audition for another 
commercial. She arrived at the studio wearing 
a smart blue suit and carrying her bikini in a 
polythene bag. She entered the studio and was 
greeted with a cacophony of hammering, sawing 
and banging as a crew busied about building a 
set. Not wanting to get in their way, Nicola 
decided to find the dressing room and get 
ready for her audition. Now where was it? 
Nicola spotted a door marked "Girls' Locker 
Room". Aha, thought Nicola, that must be it.

Nicola grasped the door handle and pulled. The 
door didn't budge. Nicola pulled again, 
harder. Still the door refused to open. Nicola 
braced herself to tug with all her strength. 
Someone saw what she was doing and gave a 
warning shout, but it was too late.

The door Nicola had been trying to open was 
nothing more than a painted flat. On the grid 
above her, a bucket of paint that had just 
been used to decorate the piece of scenery 
wobbled precariously. Nicola's exertions below 
caused it to tip over. Nicola gave a squeak of 
surprise as she was splashed with a bucket 
full of white paint.

"What is going on here?" a voice demanded. 
Nicola tried to wipe away the gunk that 
covered her from head to foot. "Who are you?" 
she asked sharply. The last thing she needed 
right now was agro from some jerk! "I'm Mr. 
Chase," he barked in reply. "I'm the 
director."

Nicola cringed. "I'm, I'm sorry," she 
stammered. "I didn't know. My name is Nicola 
Baron. I'm here for the audition."

"Well, if you're quite finished destroying my 
set," growled Mr. Chase, "you can go into the 
real dressing room get ready to audition."

Gulp! "Yessir, Mr. Chase," quailed Nicola. She 
made a hasty exit through the real door.

This was a disaster! She was covered head to 
foot in paint. Her suit was ruined. Luckily, 
her bikini had been safe inside the polythene 
bag and was still spotless. But what was she 
going to do?

Nicola entered the dressing room. There were 
six other girls, beautiful and elegant and 
already dressed in their bikinis. Nicola cast 
an envious eye over their bare limbs and 
barely-covered breasts. As soon as they caught 
sight of Nicola they burst out laughing. 
Beneath her coat of paint, Nicola blushed 
scarlet.

Suddenly, a vision of loveliness appeared 
before the hapless Aussie starlet. Wiping away 
strands of paint-splatter hair plastered to 
her face, Nicola saw a tall, beautiful dark-
haired woman standing before her. With the 
skylight beaming sunlight behind her, she 
looked like an angel.

"Now, now girls," said the angel, "we must 
help and encourage the new comers to our fine 
industry." The laughter stopped.

"Thank-you," gushed Nicola. "I'm Nicola Baron. 
You can call me Knickers." The angel gave a 
smirk. Nicola cast her eyes over the beauty. 
She was tall, a little taller than Nicola 
herself, and rather slim, with small, perky 
breasts that poked out her tiny bikini top as 
if they were demanding attention. "I'm 
Angela," she replied. "Angela Monroe. Well, 
Knickers, it looks like you've got yourself in 
a right mess there."

"Um, yes," Nicola replied. "Is there somewhere 
I can clean up?"

"There's a shower back there," Angela replied. 
"Here, let me take your bikini." Nicola held 
tight onto her last remaining garment. If she 
lost her bikini, she'd have nothing to wear 
home. "It's OK, you can trust me," said 
Angela, flashing a smile. Nicola reluctantly 
handed over the plastic bag.

With a glance over her shoulder, Nicola went 
out the back door. She found herself in a 
shower block. She stripped off her ruined suit 
and left it on a bench. Naked, she slipped 
under the shower and allowed the flow of warm 
water to cascade over her superb body.

Back in the dressing room, Angela shook her 
head. Every year brought another load of dumb 
bimbos to Hollywood, looking for fame. More 
competition for hard working starlets like 
Angela. And this one seemed even stupider! 
Getting herself covered in paint. Well, this 
"Knickers" needed to be taught a lesson, and 
then she can scuttle back off down under where 
she belongs.

Angela produced a large pair of scissors. She 
took Nicola's bikini out of the polythene bag 
and looked at it scornfully. Angela began to 
snip away at the miniscule swimsuit, cutting 
it into tiny pieces. "She can't be in a bikini 
audition without a bikini," she cackled. The 
other girls joined in.

Nicola emerged wet and naked from the back 
room to be greeted with the sight of her angel 
reducing her bikini to a fistful of white 
confetti. Her face fell. "What are you doing?" 
she wailed.

"Teaching you a lesson, Knickers," Angela 
growled. "We don't need your kind here."

Just then a voice from just outside the door 
called "All girls on the set for auditions, 
right now! If you ain't out here in a bikini 
in five minutes, you ain't up for the 
commercial."

Tittering, the six other girls sashayed out 
the door. Angela gave a nasty laugh, and then 
tossed the shreds of cloth at Nicola. The nude 
starlet looked in dismay as her last piece of 
clothing rained down on her. Angela turned, 
and with her high heels clicking on the wooden 
floorboards, marched out.

Nicola was close to tears. She was going to 
miss out on the audition! Her career had 
barely started and already it was practically 
over. And all because she didn't have a bikini 
at the crucial moment she needed one.

Nicola picked up the transparent plastic 
polythene bag that had held her bikini. She 
had an idea! Nicola picked up the pair of 
scissors Angela had used. Carefully, she cut 
the bag into two pieces.

In the first piece Nicola cut out two 
crescents on either side, making a pair of 
holes. She slipped it between her shapely 
legs, and, pulling the makeshift bikini 
bottoms tight around her body, tied the loose 
ends into knots on either side of her hips.

Nicola examined her handiwork in the mirror. 
The result was surprisingly effective, looking 
exactly like a proper bikini, except made from 
shiny plastic. Of course, it was totally 
transparent, with Nicola's muff and bottom 
clearly visible. Pleased, Nicola set about 
making a top with the remaining polythene.

This would be slightly harder, due to two 
factors: the amount of plastic left and the 
impressive size of Nicola's 38-inch bust. She 
cut the polythene into a long, thin strip. The 
obvious way to do this would be to simply wrap 
the plastic around her torso. However, this 
would squash her boobs and be very 
uncomfortable. Instead, Nicola slipped the 
plastic under her tits, making a kind of shelf 
that offered at least a little support. She 
then tied the ends around the back of her 
neck. Nicola tugged at the polythene, trying 
to get it to at least cover her nipples. It 
made no difference: like the bottoms this 
bikini top left nothing to the imagination.

Now she was eligible for a bikini audition! 
Dressed in her plastic bikini, Nicola 
scampered out of the changing room and onto 
the set.

Mr. Chase was not pleased. The seven gorgeous 
girls who stood beaming at him in their 
bathing suits were cute enough, but what he 
really wanted for this ad campaign was a girl 
with real spirit, a really outgoing girl who 
knew how to grab an audience's attention. And 
having big tits wouldn't hurt, either. And 
that clumsy bimbo from before was missing as 
well.

"Nicola Baron!" he yelled. "The last girl, 
Nicola Baron, where are you!"

Nicola scooted out onto the set and under the 
bright lights. "Um, sorry about the delay." 
There was a gasp of surprise from everyone as 
they saw what she was wearing. Nicola gave 
them a shy smile and a wave. She stood next to 
her former tormentors, whose totally opaque 
bikinis paled next to Nicola's choice in 
swimwear.

Nicola struck a series of poses for Mr. Chase, 
a little bashful that she might as well be 
standing in front of everyone completely 
naked, but knowing that her little show was 
certainly going to get her noticed.

Mr. Chase's look of utter surprise melted into 
a broad smile. Now this girl knew how to 
market her assets. "Nicola, honey, you are 
definitely hired."

"Oh please," gushed Nicola, "call me 
Knickers."

She shot a glance over at her 'helpful angel', 
who glared back at Nicola. She made a mental 
note to steer well clear of Miss Angela Monroe 
in future.

END

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