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Disclaimer: The following story contains sex 
scenes and rude words. It's fairly tame, and 
I'm pretty broad-minded, but the decency 
laws in most states would require it not be 
read by persons under 18. Also, if you're 
offended by adult themes, you should 
probably leave now. More importantly, this 
tale features women presented as sexual 
objects. There is nothing wrong with this as 
they are only fictional characters. I urge 
readers, especially young males, to not 
regard real women in this way.

This work is (C) 2001 the author. 

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

Some background: I'd started writing a 
series about Nicola, an Australian model-
turned-actress who comes to Hollywood, with 
the idea of using the series format to try a 
variety of different stories. My first 
hesitant postings to ASSM were assisted by 
another author, Hecate ( 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Hecate/www ), and so, in 
her honour, I decided to try my hand at 
writing a passionate, emotional FF story.

"Nicola Gets A Woody" incongruously blends 
this with my love of B-movies. The story 
takes place at a fictional awards ceremony, 
with Nicola seducing former B actress Kristi 
Ducati. As with my other stories, the tone 
is anything but serious.

It is perhaps problematic to call this an FF 
tale. In B-movies female homosexuality 
(although rare) is presented for the 
delectation of heterosexual men. By 
definition, lesbianism is exclusive of male 
heterosexuality. So arguably, this tale 
isn't lesbian, but implicitly involves the 
male reader as a voyeuristic third party- an 
unspoken MFF voy.

Of course, this argument assumes a male 
reader. Although I am a male author writing 
stories that would mainly appeal to a male 
audience, as Hecate demonstrated, that does 
not exclude gay female readers from taking 
pleasure in them.

So, it is perhaps with trepidation that I 
submit this repost for the Sapphic Erotica 
Festival. It would seem to meet the 
criteria, category D) First Time, and a 
"Sapphic Classic" repost complete with 
requisite essay on how the story came to be 
written (which you are no doubt skipping 
past to find the naughty bits). However, it 
remains up to you the readers to decide 
whether or not this ramble into my sexual 
fantasy can really be called lesbian 
erotica.

You can find my other works at 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/knickers/www.


The character of Tabitha Young was created 
by Maria Gonzales.

"Nicola Gets A Woody" (FF 1st celeb exhib)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

###

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

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

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

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

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

###

The audience applause drowned out the 
applause on screen. Nicola grinned 
nervously. On one of the monitors, a camera 
showed a CU of the pretty Australian model, 
showing off her shoulder length hair, 
sparkling blue eyes, and aristocratic good 
looks. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Still naked, the couple cuddled on the 
couch, basking in the afterglow of sex. 
Kristi gently stroked Nicola's hair 
lovingly. Suddenly, the door of the Green 
Room burst open, and in walked half a dozen 
reporters and photographers. The awards over 
and all the celebrities gone, they had 
descended upon the Green Room in hopes of 
finding some left-over booze and food. They 
had stumbled upon something better. Cameras 
flashed, sunguns flared into life, and the 
delighted mob surged forward. Surprised, the 
two starlets leapt to their feet and stood 
naked in the glare of lights and cameras 
that were now focused on them. Kristi made 
an attempt to cover her breasts and crotch, 
but Nicola, knowing a good photo op when she 
saw one, struck a model's pose, with a fake 
look of surprise on her pretty face, but 
didn't try to hinder the view of her 
gorgeous tits and still glistening pussy.

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

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

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

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