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Title: Maid in Australia
Author: Knickers
Universe: Nicola Adventures
Keywords: MF, exhib
Summary: Nicola struts her stuff as a French maid to convince a millionaire author to sign a contract.
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) 2003 the author.
Permission is granted to freely
distribute, provided it is not altered in
any way. It may not be posted to any
website or included in any archive
without the author's permission.
There is no Nicola. All characters are
fictitious. The situations are made-up.
This is only a fantasy, and any
similarity to real persons, events &
institutions is pure coincidence.
The "Nicola Adventures" are a series of
erotic stories about an Australian model-
turned-actress who travels to Hollywood
to find stardom.
Author's note: This is a "Lost" Nicola
Adventure, taking place between
"Hollywood Party Hostesses" and "Nicola:
Live & Uncensored". Visit the website
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/knickers/www . As well
as all the episodes, you'll find author's
notes, reader feedback, and movie
reviews.
Maid in Australia (MF exhib)
"This fucken' thing is burning a hole in
my pants!" muttered Mr. Spinetti.
Nicola craned over to see what he was
talking about. The gorgeous Australian
starlet was perched on the edge of Mr.
Spinetti's desk and, as she had been
posing for some 'publicity stills' at his
office, she was wearing nothing but a
skimpy pink bikini. Nicola wasn't
entirely sure the pictures actually got
used for anything but they kept him busy
when they didn't have a movie to work on.
"Ay?" she inquired, peering down into the
B-movie producer's prodigious lap.
"This script," he replied, pulling forth
a battered wad of foolscap pages. "'The
Adventures of Passionate Penny'. Heard of
her?"
Nicola's bottom nearly slipped off his
desk. "Passionate Penny!? Who hasn't
heard of her?"
Passionate Penny was the heroine of a
series of racy novels first published
nearly sixty years ago. Soldiers heading
off to war had a copy of Passionate Penny
stashed in their packs. Outwardly staid
Eisenhower-era couples spiced up their
love lives by thrilling to Passionate
Penny's sexploits. And when 60s hippies
talked about free-love, it was Passionate
Penny's variety they were thinking of.
However, since the 70s, Passionate Penny
author H. Anderson Moore had become a
virtual recluse, hidden away in his
secluded mansion somewhere in Malibu.
"I've had this Passionate Penny script in
development for years now," Mr. Spinetti
continued, "but without the rights we
can't go ahead. And I've just got word
that Mack Pillock's company has got their
own script in pre-production as well!"
Nicola shrugged her bare shoulders. She
knew that the movie making, even at their
low end, was a cutthroat business.
"Every attempt to get hold of H. Anderson
Moore has gone nowhere," Mr. Spinetti
continued. "I've got to get his signature
on a contract before Pillock does. And if
I can't get this project off the ground,
it could mean the end of this studio..."
Nicola let out a slight gasp. She had
carved out a small niche for herself in
Mr. Spinetti's production company,
starring in such video masterpieces as
"Bikini Bandits" and "Bikini Stewardesses
2". He'd even mentioned the possibility
of Nicola writing and directing her own
movie. The last thing she wanted was to
lose all that.
The middle-aged producer looked up into
Nicola's sparkling blue eyes. His pudgy
hand wandered onto her naked thigh.
"Knickers, sweetheart, darling... I need
you to do a little job for me."
The Aussie starlet knew that if the
studio folded, she'd have to fall back on
the way she used to support herself, as a
hostess 'entertaining' businessmen. Or
worse, return home to Melbourne, her
Hollywood dream in tatters. "Yes?" she
breathed, apparently ignoring his
wandering hand groping her.
"I've managed to find out where Moore
lives. I need you to infiltrate his
mansion and get him to sign a contract.
Of course, you'll get the starring role
in 'Passionate Penny' when we secure the
rights to it."
Nicola didn't need to think about it.
"OK, I'll do it."
"Great!" cried Mr. Spnietti, rubbing his
hands together. "I've got just the cover
to get you inside. Mr. H. Anderson Moore
is about to get himself... a new maid!"
He handed Nicola a dry-cleaning bag. "You
can get changed through there." He
indicated the little studio they used for
the photoshoot.
Nicola took the costume into the next
room, closing the door behind her. The
outfit Mr. Spinetti had provided for her
looked like nothing a real maid would
wear, designed more to showcase her body
than accommodate the rigors of domestic
cleaning.
The starlet tugged off her bikini, baring
her luscious body. In her acting and
modelling career, Nicola's stunning 38-
25-35 figure was always her best asset.
Her boobs, though large, were pert and
bouncy with no sag. Her skin glowed with
an all-over tan, maintained through a
strict regimen of nude sunbathing
sessions. Not an ounce of fat graced her
delectable form, the 20 year old
Australian was utterly gorgeous.
Nicola slipped on the gauzy little
costume and admired herself in a full-
length mirror. The dress was little more
than a slip of black material, strapless
and cut so low that Nicola's boobs were
in danger of bursting forth at any
moment, and a frilly little skirt that
revealed not only her stockings and
suspenders but her tiny black g-string as
well. The ensemble came complete with a
white apron that tied around her waist,
lacy little cuffs and collar, and a white
cap, which Nicola perched atop her
coiffure.
Posing in front of the mirror, Nicola
tugged at the outfit to adjust it. If she
pulled it up to cover her boobs, the
skirt hiked up high enough to reveal her
pussy. If she pulled the skirt down her
bra-less tits would slip out and hang
free. With some effort, Nicola found a
happy medium between the two, but it was
obvious that, whether she wanted to or
not, she'd be putting on a show for old
H. Anderson Moore.
"Nice," said Mr. Spinetti from behind her
suddenly, causing Nicola to jump in
surprise. He must've snuck in quietly to
watch her change.
"Well," she purred in her husky
Australian accent, "do you think this'll
get the job done?" She leaned forward,
watching Mr. Spinetti practically drool
as he stared down her cleavage.
"Fabulous..." he murmured. "Here's the
contract. Get the old man to sign and
then hurry back here."
"OK, chief!" Nicola replied, throwing the
producer a salute (and almost flashing
her left boob in the process). She
slipped the contract into the apron's
front pocket so it would be handy when
the time came.
**********
Nicola's little red convertible pulled up
in front of the imposing mansion gates.
Fashioned from wrought iron and topped
with two intertwined monogrammed letters
P P, it seemed an impassable barrier to
the starlet.
A voice buzzed from the intercom.
"Hello?"
Nicola placed her hand over her mouth and
made a gurgling noise in the back of her
throat.
"Sorry, what was that?" asked the
intercom. Nicola repeated her performance
only louder.
"Damn thing isn't working..." the
intercom muttered. "You better come up
and I'll meet you out front."
Pleased that she had got past this first
obstacle, Nicola zoomed through the
opening gates and up towards Moore's
towering estate.
The starlet parked her car and got out,
smoothing down her revealing little
costume. Judging from the warm breeze
caressing Nicola's ass, she guessed the
skirt was quite dramatically flared at
the back. With a tapping of her pumps
across the cobblestones, Nicola made her
way up to the front door and knocked.
After a few moments the door swung open
and a middle-aged man dressed in a dark,
sober suit appeared. Must be the butler,
she thought. When he saw Nicola in her
maid outfit standing on the steps his
eyes boggled.
"Hi," she said with a winsome smile, "I'm
the new maid."
The butler continued to gape at Nicola's
barely-contained bosom. "Uh-huh," he
replied.
Nicola trotted through the door,
squeezing her way past the stunned
servant. She paused, the two of them
wedged together in the doorway, Nicola
her boobs pressed against his chest.
"And your name is...?"
He recovered his wits alittle, though his
eyes were still glued to the T&A show
right under his nose.
"Hal," came the dumb-struck answer.
"Well, Hal, I'll get stuck straight into
it, shall I?"
Hal came out of his daze. "Sorry?"
"The cleaning, silly," Nicola giggled,
playing the bimbo for all she was worth.
She was anxious to get started as soon as
possible. With a feather duster in her
hand and Hal staring after her ass,
Nicola cheerfully flounced into the
mansion's spacious lobby and up the
master staircase.
Now, she wondered, if I was a millionaire
reclusive soft-porn writer, where would I
be?
Turning down a corridor, Nicola began
looking inside rooms at random and was
finally rewarded.
Peeking inside, Nicola spied a huge four-
poster bed. Lying in the middle of this
was a wizened old man dressed in grubby
nightdress. He could only be H. Anderson
Moore.
Gotcha, Nicola smiled to herself. She
paused at the door, adjusting her dress
to show off her breathtaking cleavage to
maximum effect. Nicola was acutely aware
that her whole future might depend on how
far she was willing to go to please this
old man, and letting him get a good look
at her boobs was the simply the
beginning.
"Good morning, sir," she said entering
his bedroom. "I'm Nicola your new maid,
but you can call me Knickers." She
curtsied, raising the hem of her skirt
slightly and bowing low to give him a
good look at her chesty charms.
Nicola's little show had an instant
effect. The horny old goat leapt up in
bed, his beady little eyes zeroing in on
her tits.
"Well, well, well," he drawled. "An
Aussie. You know, we saved your asses in
World War 2." As if to emphasise any
possible claim he might have on Nicola's
posterior, she felt a wrinkly hand
creeping around the back of her thigh.
Nicola smiled sweetly. "And I for one am
very grateful, so if there's anything you
want me to do for you, it would be my
pleasure." She dropped her voice, her
husky Australian accent sounding as sexy
as possible. "And I do mean anything."
The old man grinned, knowing he was in
for a good time. "You can start by
fluffing my pillows!"
"Sure!" was Nicola's perky reply. She
leaned over her charge, thrusting her
boobs under his nose as she reached under
his head to get to the pillows. Nicola
smiled with satisfaction as she felt the
old man's breath on her bare cleavage.
That contract was as good as signed.
"Ahhh..." he sighed with pleasure. "Just
as accommodating as my other one."
Nicola was just wondering who the 'other
one' was when suddenly the bathroom door
opened another girl paraded into the
bedroom. Very beautiful, tall, slim,
raven-coloured hair and sharp eyes.
Nicola's heart sunk.
"Maid Knickers, meet Nurse Angel," came
the ancient voice from between Nicola's
boobs.
Nicola swallowed. She'd already run into
Angela 'Angel' Monroe a couple of times
before in Hollywood and they were
definitely not friends. Angela was
dressed in a nurse's uniform that was
every bit as genuine as Nicola's maid
costume. Her thighs and long legs looked
slinky in white stockings and suspenders,
flaunted by a ridiculously short skirt
that ended just inches below her crotch.
The sleeves were also short, revealing
Angela's lean, well-toned arms. The zip
down her front was pretty low, exposing
plenty of her lustrous throat and chest.
Although Angela didn't have very large
boobs, Nicola had to admit the effect was
very eye catching.
What was Angela doing here? Of course,
Mack Pillock's script for 'Passionate
Penny'! She was here for the same thing
as Nicola: get H. Anderson Moore's
signature on a contract. God, not only
was her future riding on this contract,
she had her feud with Angela to worry
about as well.
At the sight of her rival bending over
with her mark's face buried in her ample
chest, Angela narrowed her eyes to hard
slits. "Hello, Knickers," she practically
hissed Nicola's nickname.
"Um, hi."
"You too know each other?" asked the old
geezer. Nicola and Angela stared at each
other. Each knew they could squeal on the
other, but that would only blow their own
cover. Neither of the starlets wanted to
expose themselves, at least not in that
sense.
"No, pleased to make your acquaintance."
With a phoney smile plastered on her
pretty face Angela reached over and shook
Nicola's hand.
"Likewise," Nicola replied, feeling
Angela squeeze her hand in a less than
friendly gesture.
Their stand-off was interrupted by a
burst of cackling. "Well, lucky old me to
have two such darling little bunnies
looking after me." He placed a big wet
kiss on Nicola's bare cleavage. She
giggled in reply. This was going to be a
cinch after all, there was no way Nurse
Mini-Tits could compete with Nicola.
Angela fumed visibly. "It's time for your
sponge bath," she announced.
"I'm sure Knickers wouldn't mind giving
me a hand to undress?" prompted the old
man, pulling back the blankets.
"Raise your arms," Nicola instructed.
Ignoring Angela's glare, she tugged off
his nightclothes revealing his naked body
in all its glory. H. Anderson Moore was
not a good looking man. His arms and legs
were shrivelled twigs. A revolting pot-
belly hung out over a wrinkly little cock
which poked up at the girls, pink and
eager.
"Mmmm," Nicola moaned. "I see someone
works out."
He modestly flexed non-existent muscles
on his withered arms. "I try my best."
Angela was getting impatient. "I'll take
over now," she said briskly. "Not just
any old bimbo can administer a sponge
bath, you're not a trained medical
professional." To emphasise it was her
turn to show her stuff, Angela pushed in
front of Nicola, thrusting out her own
meagre boobs.
Nicola sighed. "I'll just get on with my
dusting then." She turned away from the
bed, but had no intention of giving up
just yet. As Angela began to slosh around
a bucket of water with a sponge, Nicola
bent over at the waist and pretended to
dust the bureau on the opposite side of
the room. Of course, the miniscule skirt
rode up and over her hips, giving the old
bugger a delightful view of Nicola's ass
covered only by the black slip of a g-
strip wedged tight between her cheeks.
With a smile of satisfaction, Nicola
could see in the mirror that he was
appreciating the show with a leering grin
that had little to do with the soapy
handjob Angela was giving him with the
sponge.
Smoke was practically billowing from
Angela's ears. Through clenched teeth she
said oh-so-politely, "why don't you go
downstairs and help the butler prepare
dinner?"
Nicola gave a saucy wiggle of her
practically-bare behind. There'd be
plenty of chances to catch Moore's eye
later on. With a wink at the old man,
Nicola bounced out of his bedroom, making
sure she flashed plenty of bare skin.
**********
Angela tried to push her dislike of
Nicola to the back of her mind and get on
with the task at hand. With a playful
smile on her lips, she worked the sponge
around Moore's cock. The zip on her
blouse managed to work its way further
down, leaving Angela exposed right to her
navel. The old man's eyes rolled back in
his head and he groaned in pleasure.
"Good boy," Angela murmured, expertly
stroking his geriatric genitals. She was
here first, Nicola and her over-sized
udders did not deserve to get Passionate
Penny.
Moore was gasping in delight, his dick
throbbing between Angela's fingers. His
feeble frame was shaking as he approached
climax.
Angela's hand pumped faster, her creamy
smooth palm slapping against his prick.
The old man gave a squeal of satisfaction
and let loose with a thin stream of cum.
It squirted upwards and splashed a
pearly-white trail across the strip of
bare flesh where Angela's blouse was
open.
"Ahhhh, that felt good," rasped Moore.
"Thanks, sweet-heart I needed that." As
Angela cleaned the mess off her chest
Moore slapped her on the ass. "Put your
bee-stings away and let's get ready for
dinner!"
Angela gritted her teeth and resisted the
urge to slap the filthy old devil. The
sooner she could get that contract signed
the better...
**********
Nicola followed her nose to the kitchen,
where she found Hal cooking up a storm.
"Mmm," she hummed, "smells delicious."
He was leaning over a steaming pot of
soup on the stovetop. Hal turned, his
eyes roaming over Nicola's practically
bare body. The Aussie starlet was aware
of just how low her top was, her nipples
barely concealed behind the lacy barrier.
Nicola glanced at the hapless butler out
of the corner of her eye and smiled to
herself. Although it was Moore and not
Hal she wanted to "crack a fat" (as they
say in Australia), it wouldn't hurt to
let the poor guy have a good look anyway.
Probably leads such a dull life, thought
Nicola as the top of her blouse slipped
even further down her cleavage, with
nothing to do but look after old man
Moore.
"Umm, it's pretty much ready," Hal
stammered.
Nicola frowned. "Soup? That's the only
course?"
"It's about all the old man can eat.
I'll just go and ring the dinner bell.
Perhaps you'd like to serve tonight?"
Nicola gave him one of her stunning,
heart-stopping smiles. "It would be my
pleasure, Hal," she purred. He gave a
nervous grin, and left the kitchen,
glancing over his shoulder for one last
look at Nicola's tits.
She sure hoped Moore himself would be as
easy to win over as his servant. Although
Nicola was pretty confident her stunning,
busty figure had Angela's slim build
beat, and that she could out-slut her any
day of the week, the phoney nurse had a
bit of a head start on her, and Moore was
obviously quite taken with her.
Hopefully, dinner would see Nicola take
the lead in this T&A contest...
**********
"Dinner is served!" announced Nicola as
she sauntered into the dining room with a
silver-salver full of soup in her hands.
To her annoyance, "Nurse" Angel had
seated herself at the dining table next
to old man Moore. She was still in her
white nurses uniform, her shapely legs
crossed to revealed stocking-clad thighs,
and wearing her zipper half-mast to
reveal her creamy white chest. The raven-
haired beauty threw Nicola a smirk.
"Excellent!" cried Moore, rubbing his
wrinkly old hands together. Trying to
ignore Angela, Nicola sashayed around
beside Moore, putting an extra wiggle in
her step just for him. With every step
she took her boobs bounced deliciously,
slowly working their way up and out of
her dress.
"I'm sure you've served many men in your
time, m'dear," Moore leered, squeezing
Nicola's bottom.
She faked a blush. "Oooh, sir, you are
naughty," she giggled. With Moore's hand
still fondling her ass, Nicola put the
soup down and started to ladle a serving
into his bowl. Once more, her little
costume was not designed for such
strenuous activity as bending over, and
Nicola's nipples popped out of her
plunging neckline and peeked out at the
diners. She noticed the 'accidental' slip
but made no move to correct the mishap.
"Eat it all up," Nicola said, "and you'll
get yourself a special dessert treat."
She winked, hinting at what his 'special
treat' might be.
"Ahem," interjected Angela, "if you're
quite finished, would you mind attending
to me, servant girl?"
If Moore noticed the tension between his
sexy staff members he didn't show any
signs of it as, accompanied by a great
cacophony of slurping and splashing, he
tucked into his soup.
Nicola leaned over Angela's bowl and
poured her some as well.
"I know what you're up to, slut," Angela
whispered, trying to ignore Nicola's
heaving bosom inches from her face. "That
contract, and the part of Passionate
Penny, is mine."
"Don't count on that," Nicola hissed
back. Suddenly, a cruel impulse seized
her. With a grin, Nicola let the soup
ladle wander from over Angela's bowl. Hot
soup splashed all over Angela's chest and
lap, staining her crisp nurse's uniform.
The raven-haired beauty leapt to her feet
with a squeal. "You clumsy bimbo!" she
yelled.
"Sorry about that," Nicola replied with a
smirk.
Angela glowered for a moment longer, but
then a sly smile crept across her lips.
Still maintaining her haughty demeanour
towards Nicola, she growled, "You've
ruined my uniform!"
Nicola suddenly realised where she was
going with this. Before the gorgeous
starlet could do anything about it,
Angela turned to Moore.
"Excuse me, sir," she murmured demurely,
"this useless serving wench has spilled
soup all over my nurse's uniform. I know
this is an awful breach of etiquette, but
would you mind terribly if I took it
off?"
Moore's wrinkly old face lit up like a
Christmas tree. "Not at all, my dear!"
Angela stood up from the table, nudging
Nicola aside. She plucked the zipper on
the front of her dress, and slowly began
to tug it down. Not that it had far to
go.
Nicola was now very much out of the
spotlight. Moore's beady eyes were
staring at Angela and the strip show she
was putting on for his benefit.
With a touch of elegance Angela slid the
white dress down, revealing her sleek
body in all its naked glory. Nicola had
to admire her, Angela possessed a very
taunt physique. Despite their bitchy
rivalry, Nicola hungrily eyed her up: her
lustrous skin, her small but perky boobs
topped with thick nipples, her neatly
groomed jet-black muff. Although Angela
was wearing white garter-belt and
stockings, she had neglected to wear any
panties to go with them! Nicola also
ruefully noted the piece of paper tucked
into her undergarments, almost certainly
the contract that would see Passionate
Penny go to Mack Pillock and the bitchy
beauty herself!
Angela completed her stylish strip tease
by slipped the costume down her long
legs. Now completely naked except for the
garter-belt, stockings, high-heels and
the nurse's cap still perched atop her
raven coiffure, Angela posed like a
model, casting the drooling old man a few
simmering glances.
As soon as she was sure that Moore was
good and worked up by her performance,
Angela tossed the soiled garment at
Nicola, who squeaked in shock as it
wrapped around her head.
"Take this away and clean it," Angela
snootily instructed her. "Yes, ma'am,"
Nicola meekly replied and scuttled out.
It took her a good ten minutes to find
the mansion's laundry. When Nicola
finally got back to the dinning room
things had gone from bad to worse. Angela
was now perched on H. Anderson Moore's
lap, cooing excitedly and spoon-feeding
him soup. The old man's hands were free
to roam across Angela's luscious body,
tweaking her nipples and dipping into the
hot warmth of her pussy.
Moore didn't look up from his playmate.
"You are dismissed, Knickers. I'll have
some fun with you later."
Angela grinned and poked her tongue out
at her. Chagrined, Nicola turned on her
heel and stormed out.
**********
"I'll show that little bitch!" Nicola
snarled to herself as she stormed back
into the kitchen.
"Pardon?" asked Hal. With dinner served
and the dishes cleaned, he was preparing
his own meal, which he'd eat here in the
kitchen.
Nicola was too angry to deal with the
butler now. With a crash and a clatter
she began rummaging through the
cupboards, muttering dire oaths. Finally:
"A-ha!"
Grinning to herself, the starlet took
down a large silver-serving tray. Hal
stared at her in incomprehension.
Suddenly, Nicola grabbed the top of her
black blouse and yanked it down around
her waist. Her tits, which had been
threatening to make a surprise appearance
all night, now stood out proud and
unfettered. At the sight of Nicola's rack
in all its glory, Hal let out a moan of
desire.
But Nicola didn't stop there. Off too
came the little black g-string, baring
her pussy to Hal's bulging eyes (not to
mention his bulging crotch). The starlet
was pretty much naked by now, the maid's
costume doing nothing to conceal her
charms.
Nicola threw open the fridge door and
snatched up a bottle of chocolate sauce,
tossing it to the stunned Hal.
Finally, she picked up the serving tray
in both hands and held it up under her
boobs. The metal was cold against her
skin, but this was an emergency. Turning
to Hal, she presented a delightfully
tasty dish indeed.
"Squirt me," Nicola demanded.
Hal just stared at her in slack-jawed
astonishment. Here he was, with a
beautiful semi-naked woman standing
before him, and all he could do was gawp.
Nicola sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Look, Hal, you're a nice guy, but I'm
kinda in a hurry. Now, I need you to
cover my boobs with chocolate sauce as
quickly as possible!" Nicola gazed at him
beseechingly with her baby-blue eyes. Hal
finally recovered enough of his senses to
work the stopper on the bottle, and began
to squirt sticky chocolate sauce all over
Nicola's bare tits. The starlet carefully
manoeuvred the serving tray, making sure
her hooters got a good coating.
"OK, that's enough," Nicola instructed.
"It's show time!"
**********
Nicola waltzed into the dinning room, her
glistening, chocolate covered tits
beautifully displayed on a silver
platter.
"Dessert is served," she announced.
"Chocolate aŁ Nicola!" The faux-French
sounded funny in her husky Australian
accent, and couldn't help but titter.
But it was in vain. Moore didn't even
notice her enter. Angela was still
sitting on his lap, and now the horny old
codger had his tongue down her throat and
the mismatched couple were kissing
passionately. As Nicola watched in shock,
Angela's right hand wormed its way into
Moore's pants and freed his pulsing
penis. Still ardently sucking on his
tongue, the raven-haired beauty started
to jerk off the old man.
Nicola took a hesitant step forward,
wondering how on earth she could get
Moore's attention now. Then she noticed
something sitting on the dinning table in
front of them: a piece of paper. Angela's
contract, awarding Mack Pillock and not
Mr. Spinetti the rights to film
Passionate Penny.
**********
She'd failed. Completely and utterly
failed.
It was over. Nicola and Mr. Spinetti had
lost, Angela and Mack Pillock had won.
Penury beckoned.
Nicola sat in the kitchen with Hal, too
stunned to even go and wash the chocolate
sauce off her chest. Hal had finished his
own dinner, but was still hungrily eying
up Nicola's boobs as they hung out over
the front of her maid's costume.
"I can't believe it," she murmured to
herself. "That flat-chested bitch
actually beat me!"
Hal licked his lips. "If you like I
could... give you a hand, to clean up."
"Go ahead," she sighed, lying back to
give him unhindered access to her chesty
charms. Hal didn't need any more
encouragement. He knelt between Nicola's
legs, his face jammed between her boobs,
licking away furiously.
Nicola looked down at the balding head
bobbing between her breasts, enjoying the
pleasant sensation of his tongue
slithering across her sensitive aureoles.
Hal's lips closed around Nicola's
engorged right nipple and he switched
from licking to sucking, slurping away
contently.
"Mmmmm," Nicola moaned. She always loved
having her boobs suckled on.
Hal's mouth released Nicola's captive
nipple and he came up for air. "Excuse
me, I hope you don't mind me asking, but
what was that you were talking about?"
Nicola shrugged her shoulders, causing
her boobs to bob up and down charmingly.
"I might as well come clean. I'm not a
maid I'm an actress. My producer sent me
here undercover to try and convince H.
Anderson Moore to sign over the movie
rights to Passionate Penny."
Hal frowned. Nicola continued:
"That 'nurse' who's supposed to be
looking after Moore- she's an actress
too, after his signature for a rival
production company. But she just beat me
to the prize."
"Um," said Hal, "I'm H. Anderson Moore."
Nicola nearly jumped in surprise. Then
she looked at him and laughed. "Pull the
other one mate, you're too young! H.
Anderson Moore's an old man."
"I'm H. Anderson Moore Junior. My father
passed away several years ago. I'm not
surprised you haven't heard about it, he
was pretty reclusive up to the end."
A quizzical frown crossed Nicola's pretty
face. "But... you do all the cooking and
cleaning. I thought you were the butler
or something."
"I've never really needed any help, so I
do everything myself. We haven't had any
servants here in ages, until that nurse
and then you showed up out of the blue."
Nicola had played the bimbo plenty of
times, but she certainly wasn't one for
real. Yet at the moment she was feeling
as ditzy as her blonde friend Dizzy at a
topless pool party.
"Wait a minute... if you're H. Anderson
Moore, who's the old man banging Angela
up in the dinning room?"
"That's Old Scrote, my father's former
gardener. It was a provision of his will
that Scrote stay in the mansion for as
long as he wants."
The wide-eyed starlet took a few moments
to digest all of this. Both her and
Angela had been chasing the wrong guy!
The man she should've been buttering up
was here with her right now, eyeing up
her bare boobs with a hungry look.
A sly smile crept across her pretty face.
She reached over to Hal and tugged down
his zipper. The poor guy had been
sporting an uncomfortable hard-on all
night, it was the least she could do to
help him out. She wrapped her well-
manicured hand around his dick.
"Mmmm, Mr. Moore. I think we're both
going to enjoy this," breathed Nicola.
She handled his cock expertly, eliciting
a series of gasps and moans from the
excited heir. Nicola gently pushed Hal
back in his chair, so that they could
switch positions, with him seated and
Nicola kneeling between his legs.
Grinning up at him, Nicola jerked Hal
off, her lacy cuffs tickling his thighs.
"God," he murmured, his brown eyes
shining, "this is like something out of
my father's books!" She could feel his
prick throbbing, growing larger by the
second. His juices ran freely over her
delicate hand, generously lubricating her
manipulations.
With a mischievous grin, Nicola bent
forward and licked the shiny helmet of
Hal's dick. He gasped again, bucking his
hips (almost thrusting his cock up
Nicola's nose in the process). Again,
the tip of Nicola's tongue flicked out
and slithered across the most sensitive
part of Hal's anatomy, tasting the salty
goodness of his arousal.
"Please, please," he groaned. "I've never
had a blowjob before, please suck my
cock, Nicola."
"Okay," she replied perkily. Without
further ado, Nicola's head bobbed down
into Hal's lap and she engulfed his
manhood with a single gulp. He was
already slick with the precum that had
been running down his shaft, and soon got
an extra helping of lubrication courtesy
of Nicola's drooling mouth.
The starlet suckled hungrily on Hal's
cock, her lips sliding up and down at a
rapid pace, taking the entire length of
his unpretentious penis down her eager
throat. It was pretty obvious from his
squirming that this was indeed his first
trip aboard the slurpy express, and
Nicola felt a twinge of immodest guilt
that whoever took Hal for a second ride
would likely disappoint.
Nicola was carried away by the sheer
pleasure of giving good head. She used
her fingers to caress his thighs and
tickle his balls. Hal enjoyed the
sensation, his prick bucking like a
bronco between Nicola's lips. It wasn't
that long ago that Nicola had been a
staid and rather dull if beautiful model
back in her native Melbourne, Australia,
who would never give head to a man she
only just met this afternoon, let alone
prance around his house with her tits
hanging out the front of her blouse. But
since arriving in Hollywood to pursue her
acting career, Nicola had had many
exciting and new experiences
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