Message-ID: <32195asstr$998840559@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20010825121400.85963.qmail@web20208.mail.yahoo.com> From: =?iso-8859-1?q?Sarah=20Faster?= MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2001 13:14:00 +0100 (BST) Subject: {ASSM} Bikini Audition (MF FF exhib) Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2001 11:42:39 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: kelly, dennyw 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, including the synopsis in the appendix, are (C) 2001 the author. If you're interested in making one of these ideas into a movie, drop me a line. I can have a first draft within a week. :) There is no Nicola. All characters are fictitious. The situations are made-up, if somewhat inspired by those 'Centerfold Screentest' videos. 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. Authors note: I really should be writing my thesis. For a writing exercise, I began this story. It sort of fits into a cycle of stories about a young model from Australia who winds up having adventures in Hollywood. There may be more than this one story in me, I don't know. Like I said, it's pretty tame, more gratuitous nudity than sex. I hope you enjoy it. If you want to drop me a line, I'm sarah7932_killthisbitnofuckenspam@yahoo.co.uk but please keep it relevant to this story, positive or negative. Bikini Audition (MF FF exhib) "This will be a bikini audition," Nicola's agent had told her. "Wear your string bikini, the pink one, it's the most revealing. Of course, that's just for starters. They'll expect you to show some skin." "Uh-huh," was Nicola's only response to this, as she jotting down the details of the audition. Less than six months ago, she'd been a young model, earning a living in her native Melbourne doing fashion, swimwear and some lingerie work. The thought of "showing some skin" had horrified her. Then she'd found a new agent. Suddenly, nude work didn't seem so bad. In fact, it was pretty neat! She'd begun shedding her inhibitions, and her clothes for her first nude layout in magazine, when her agent suggested she move to Los Angeles and start branching out. "The movie's called 'Bikini Bandits'. It's a T and A comedy, the usual stuff. You'll be reading for the part of Kelly. I'll send you over a tape of their last movie, 'Bikini Stewardesses' with your audition piece- give you an idea of what the part involves." Nicola already had a fair idea of what the part involved. It was the audition she was nervous about. She stood nude in front of her bedroom mirror, admiring her 20-year-old body. It was flawless, no work done and none needed. She had silky brown hair, and the bluest eyes ever. Her breasts were perfect, large enough to sway gracefully when she went bra-less, but no so large that they sagged. Her nipples, soft and pink, puckered as if expecting a kiss. Her stomach was smooth and trim, not an ounce of fat, the legacy of a model's diet and exercise regime. Nicola had a rich, all-over tan, also a legacy from the old days, but back then she'd got it through sun-bed sessions, while these days she just saved herself a few bucks and tanned nude in the backyard, not caring who happened to be looking in. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a furry stripe, leading down toward her pussy. Nicola idly slide a couple fingers into herself. The change in her career had heightened her sexual desire. She had sex with far more men these days, and even started masturbating to get herself through the day. "One last thing," her agent had said. "I've called in a favor and got you the last slot in the line-up. It's a big advantage to a girl, so don't waste it." Nicola didn't quite know what he meant by that. She'd only been in LA for a couple of weeks, and only been to a couple of auditions. Mostly her agent had set her up to "entertain" industry men. Most of this entertainment had involved Nicola performing impromptu strip revues in hotel suites, or giving blow-jobs in limos to horny studio execs, but she didn't mind. It was helping her career by networking, and, to be honest, she was starting to enjoy it. That night, Nicola had learned her lines and watched "Bikini Stewardesses". It was actually quite funny, and the girls were very pretty. There was lots of gratuitous nudity, but nothing Nicola couldn't do herself. There were even a couple of naked guys in there, though of course they didn't get anywhere near the amount of exposure of the female stars. In fact, Nicola mused to herself, the girls are really the stars of the movie, the guys are only there to add a romantic subplot. Standing naked in front of her mirror, Nicola began to tie her bikini on. It was, to say the least, brief. The bottom consisted of a small, pink wedge which covered her pussy, and then disappeared into a thin string which slid deliciously between her legs and up between her butt cheeks. It tied together in a bow, which hung conspiciously off the side, daring anyone to strip Nicola nude just by giving it a gentle tug. The top was just as brief, two small triangles which covered the nipples, tied about Nicola's chest with a thin spaghetti string. Her impressive cleavage heaved precariously outward, and it looked like Nicola's tits were about to burst forth at any minute. The final touch was a pair of matching high-heels, to showcase her model's legs. She arrived at the audition, wearing a short satin robe over her bikini, and carrying her handbag. The building was a non-descript office, in one of the quieter areas of Santa Monica. Nicola entered, a little nervous. The receptionist got her to sign a release, and directed her down the hall to the waiting room. There were four other girls, all dressed in bikinis, standing around. Some did their make-up, others looked through their audition pieces. No-one spoke. Nicola smiled nervously to her competitors, but none smiled back. Nicola stripped off her robe and folded it into her bag. She adjusted the strings on her bikini top, tugged at them to make her boobs bounce. It didn't need adjusting, but she wanted to psyche the others out abit. A woman entered from a door marked "Private". She was an attractive brunette, somewhere in her 20s, wearing a sexy but professional blue suit, consisting of a short skirt, and a blouse opened just enough to make out her bra-less breasts. Her face was beautiful, but businesslike, with her gold rimmed glasses and hair pinned back. Still, there was something familiar about her. "Good afternoon, girls. My name is Jennifer, and I'm the production manager for 'Bikini Bandits'. I know how nerve-racking these auditions can be, so please just try and relax and have some fun." She smiled at them, and Nicola immediately felt herself at ease. The five actresses filed through the door Jennifer had just come through. Nicola felt like a champion racehorse on display, a fine young philly. Head up, chest proudly pushed out, she strode in just as she used to do on the catwalk. They entered what must be a conference room. The end they were in was brightly lit by windows and a skylight, and there was a video camera set up near by. The gloomy far end held a circular table, surrounded by chairs. Nicola could make out someone sitting in one of the chairs, but it was too dark to see. She knew from her limited experience it was probably the director, or maybe a producer. Jennifer put the actresses in a prearranged line up, with Nicola at the end on the right. She guessed this was the "last slot" her agent mentioned, but she failed to see how it helped her. Jennifer looked down the room toward whoever-he-was, and he gave her a nod. "OK, girls, the movie's called 'Bikini Bandits', a sexy comedy that's going to need a perky and very uninhibited lead for the role of Kelly." Her spiel was quickly putting the starlets as ease, and Nicola could feel the earlier atmosphere dissolve. Jennifer had a warm friendly smile, which she beamed at the line-up of near-naked thespians. "Pay will be triple-scale. The part does require some nudity, but it's very tasteful." Yeah, right, thought Nicola with a smirk. It's a real Halle Berry part, right for the character and not just gratuitous. "It can only be one of you," Jennifer continued, "But I'll wish all of you the best of luck. So, starting with the girl on the left down here, I want you to introduce yourselves to us all." The first girl, at the end furthermost from Nicola, was a short blonde, with a pretty face and the most enormous tits Nicola had ever seen. However, she'd foolishly chosen a one-piece swimsuit that hid most of her body. "Hi, I'm Darcy, an aspiring actress from San Fernando." "Done much work?" asked Jennifer. Darcy gave a shy smile. "No, not yet. I've been to a few auditions, though." The next girl was also quite short, Hispanic, with good sized boobs and a lovely sweet face. "I'm Carina," she introduced herself. "I'm spending my vacation in LA, and just trying to get some summer work." The third girl was another blonde, very tall and skinny. She had quite small tits, but they pushed her bikini top quite far out. Nicola ruefully remembered that men liked skinny women with perky breasts. "I'm Alison, and I've been in a couple of movies already, hoping that 'Bikini Bandits' will be next." "Yeah? What other movies?" "I had leads in 'Undercover Cheerleaders' and 'Kristi Ducati's Bikini School', and I just did a video shoot in the Bahamas for a tape called 'Supermodel Skinnydip Party'." "Good," replied Jennifer, making notes on a clipboard. The fourth girl was black, with lovely dark skin. She, too, wore a string bikini, cunningly choosing black to make it look like she was naked even when wearing the suit. "I'm Julie, I'm a dancer, but I want to branch out into acting." "Do you mean stripper?" Jennifer asked. "Uh, yeah," Julie replied. Silently, Nicola breathed a sigh of relief. She's blown it now. "Which club?" asked Jennifer. "Headlights," Julie blurted. Yup, she'd definitely blown it. It was obvious she didn't enjoy stripping, and was embarrassed by her job. "Hi, I'm Nicola," she introduced herself, smiling for her audience. "But my friends call me 'Knickers'". "That's a very sexy accent. Are you Australian?" Jennifer asked. "Thank-you, yes. I'm from Melbourne. I was a model back home, but my agent has brought me over here to try movies." "What sort of modelling work did you do?" Jennifer asked. Nicola smiled, she wasn't going to make the same mistake as Julie. "Nude modelling. I used to do fashion, but I reckoned my best assets weren't being fully appreciated." She gave a naughty smile, which got a laugh from Jennifer. She made some more notes on her clipboard, and then announced, "Alright, girls, let's get those bikini tops off." Nicola tugged at the string behind her back, and then pulled her bikini top over her head. She tossed her hair slightly as she did so, ostensibly to free the tangle of bikini string, but also to allow her now uncovered boobs to wobble. Alison, the pro, didn't bat an eyelid either, and was quickly as topless as Nicola. Julie quickly stripped off too, but in Nicola's opinion it was a workmanlike performance. Darcy looked momentarily surprised, but seeing the other's removing their tops, she began struggling to pull her impractical one-piece down to her waist. Carina also took a moment to take in the direction, but was soon out of her top, too, her tawny tits swinging easily. "Nice, very nice," said Jennifer as she surveyed the bare-breasted starlets before her. Nicola quickly slipped into a classic model's pose, chin up, chest thrust forward, hands on hips, one leg slightly forward, and an easy-going smile on her lips. She had a fabulous rack, and she wanted the unseen producer to know it. The other girls stood a little uneasy, with hands at their sides. A silence fell over the room, but this wasn't a nervous silence, at least for Nicola. She was happily topless, pointing her boobs in the direction of her producer. She breathed easily, her chest rising and falling with each breath. She wanted them to know she loved to be naked, would be perfect for any role that required nudity, would be more than happy to shake her bare tits on cue if the movie required it. Jennifer moved back toward the dimly-lit conference table. She leaned over to whisper with the seated producer. Nicola noticed that, in their current position, he could probably see down Jennifer's blouse. Well, that just gave her an extra pair of tits to compete with. She stretched, cat-like, pushing her boobs further forward. After they finished, Jennifer approached the front of room. "Thanks. You can get dressed again now." All five girls rearranged themselves back into their bikini tops. Jennifer continued: "Next, I'll have you do a reading one by one, starting with Darcy. If the rest of you will return to the waiting room." Nicola filed out with the remaining three girls. They sat in silence again. Nicola felt a little odd, sitting around an office in the revealing bikini. It was a bit like being naked in public. Sure, she'd worn bikinis before, even in her old modelling days when she'd been a total prude, but this was different. Back then, she'd been modelling the suit. Now, she was modelling her own body, showing off as much of it as possible in order to get the part. That was what was so good about the change in her career, it made her feel so aware of her own body. She was gorgeous, and she wanted everyone to know it. Her sexuality had been awakened. Nicola shifted her position in the chair, crossing and uncrossing her smooth, tanned legs. The plastic contours of the seat seemed to grope her practically-bare ass. She was getting horny again. Jennifer would come in every half an hour or so to bring in the next girl. Nicola never saw them exit, so she supposed they were leaving by another door in the conference room. They went in the order of the line-up, leaving Nicola for last. She sat, alone and nervous, thinking about her audition. She needed to do something daring, something really hot to grab their attention. Toss the bikini now, and do the rest of the audition nude? No, they'd want to see her strip. They'd ask her to take it off at some point, but if Nicola could anticipate that, and get herself naked without them asking her, that would impress them. She needed an excuse, some way to "accidentally" loose what little clothes she had on. Nicola was still thinking when Jennifer came for her. "Nicola, come on in," she said, flashing that warm smile of hers. Nicola entered back into the office. To her surprise, the room was now much better lit. She could see the conference table clearly, and the man who sat at it. He was middle aged, with grey hair. He wore an open shirt, and Nicola could see grey chest hairs peeking out. Jennifer led her over to him. "Nicola, this is the producer of 'Bikini Bandits', Mr. Spinetti." "How do you do, Nicola," he said, and offered his hand. As he was still seated, Nicola had to bend over to shake it. As she did so, her top hung open, and Nicola realised Mr. Spinetti could see pretty much all of her boobs right down to the nipple. Well, she thought, I might as well give him a show. "Please, call me Knickers. It's a pleasure to meet you," Nicola replied, as he took her proffered hand. She leaned further forward, giving him a better view of her bulging tits. Mr. Spinetti's eyes flashed from Nicola's face to her cleavage and back again. Most of the front of her chest was exposed by the bikini, and she could feel his hot breath on her breasts. Nicola gave him a warm inviting smile, letting him know it was OK to look. He got the hint, and returned to staring at the swell of Nicola's perfect bosom as it threatened to pop out of her bikini top. "The pleasure is all mine," Mr. Spinetti said without looking up from Nicola's chest. He shook her hand, causing her breasts to wobble. "That's a cute nickname. I bet there's a funny story behind it." "Yeah," Nicola replied. "I was 16, at school. We had P.E. one day, only I forgot to wear any underwear. I didn't remember until I was changing into my P.E. gear. So the girls started calling me Knickers. It kinda stuck with me." Nicola blushed as Mr. Spinetti and Jennifer chuckled. In fact it was a little white lie, her agent had dreamt up the nickname a few months ago. "Alright," said Mr. Spinetti, getting back to business. "We're going to be taping this audition, if that's OK?" "That's fine," replied Nicola. Mr. Spinetti had reluctantly torn his attention from the show, so Nicola stood up straight to show off her body in a different position. "We're going to have you read, and then we'll need to see you dance, and then... we'd like to see you take some clothes off." "Sure," said Nicola with a laugh, "I'm practically there already." She ran her hand down her bare stomach, emphasising her near-nudity. Jennifer led Nicola over to her mark, and then stepped behind the camera. The red light winked on, and it was time for Nicola to convince Mr. Spinetti to cast her. She put on her best party-girl smile and looked down the lens as sexy as the near-naked Australian starlet could. "Hi, my name is Nicola, but you can call me Knickers. I'm 20 years old, and a model and aspiring actress from Melbourne, Australia. I'm 5'9", and my measurements are 38, 25, 35." Each number was accompanied by her hands indicating what was what; cupping her breasts, sliding down her abdomen, and ending up on her hips. "Are they real?" Mr. Spinetti asked, eyeing her tits. Nicola giggled, "They sure are!" "Alright, Knickers," said Jennifer, playfully savoring the nickname. "The scene you'll be reading is just after Kelly has been robbed by the Bikini Bandits. You're standing on the highway with your best friend, wondering what to do next." Nicola, of course, already knew the piece off by heart. For the sake of her career she only had to pretend to be a bimbo, not actually be one. "'Kelly!'" said Jennifer, reading the other part, "'what happened to you?'" "'I was robbed,'" Nicola replied. "'These masked girls in bikinis held me up, stole all my money, and took all my clothes!'" Nicola mimed trying to cover her body, one arm across her boobs, the other hand on her crotch. She was wearing the string bikini, of course, but it wasn't hard to imagine her naked. The part required her to try and cover her tits without actually covering her tits. 'Kelly' punctuated the words with a casual flick of her hands, which of course revealed the parts she was trying to hide. "'I can't go to spring break naked,'" Nicola continued, "'I'll need at least some clothes to take off.'" "'There's a bar not far from here,'" read Jennifer, "'But with no money, I don't know what we'll do.'" "'It's OK, men always tend to get real generous when I'm naked,'" Nicola quipped. "'It's a biker bar. Pretty rough crowd.'" "'Well, I'll do anything to get some clothes.'" Nicola emphasised the 'anything' to let the viewer know they'll what to keep watching. "'Then I swear I'll get those Bikini Bandits back for what they did to me!'" In the script, Kelly and her friend started to walk down the highway. "'This must be pretty embarrassing for you,'" said Jennifer. "'Nah, it's OK,'" Nicola replied. "'I'm a nurse. I'm used to people seeing me naked.'" "'Don't you mean you're used to seeing other people naked?'" read Jennifer. "'No,'" Nicola replied with a naughty smile. "Cut," called Mr. Spinetti with a laugh. "Great Knickers, I love the way you play the humor in that." "Yeah, it's pretty funny." Nicola replied. It was silly, but funny all the same. "You're playing Kelly as quite witty and savvy," said Mr. Spinetti. "How about we go through it again, this time with Kelly as quite ditzy and blonde." "OK." They ran through the scene again, this time Nicola played Kelly as a bimbo. Her expression became wide-eyed and vacant, her voice became breathless and a bit higher. This Kelly didn't get the connection between men being generous to her and her being nude, or why nurses shouldn't be seen naked by their patients instead of the other way round. Personally, Nicola found the first way funnier, with Kelly using her body to gain an advantage, knowing full well the effect of every bounce and jiggle. It was more like Nicola's own approach to life and her career. Mr. Spinetti was satisfied with the second reading. As Jennifer produced a cassette player, he explained the next part of the audition: "There are some dancing scenes in the movie, so we need to see your stuff. Be sure to give it all you've got, if you know what I mean." Nicola nodded. She knew what he meant. The tape began to play, a booming house beat. Nicola began to dance. She let the primal throb invade her body, and take over her movements. She channelled the thump of the music into her chest, making it the focus of her undulations. Nicola threw her head back, and shook her chest at the camera. Her tits swung violently, and the inevitable happened. Nicola's right boob popped out of her bikini top and bounced free. Nicola stopped for a second. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, and proceeded to slip the errant breast back into its cup. "That's quite all right. Please, continue." She started dancing again. Of course, it had been no accident. Nicola knew how to get a producer's attention. She continued with the wild movements, and, sure enough, her left boob also made a bid for freedom, bouncing out of Nicola's top and quivering gently. She stopped again. "Would it be OK if I just took this off?" Nicola asked innocently. "Sure," replied Mr. Spinetti, "Go right ahead." Nicola untied her top and tossed it aside. That was definitely better. Unencumbered by the bikini, Nicola's tits stood proudly on display. The lack of tan lines let everyone know that being naked was second nature to her. Nicola's nipples were hard with excitement. She started dancing again, feeling more natural and relaxed. Nicola shook her boobs wildly, grinning into the camera. The gyrations we a kind of reality test for her tits, in this situation falsies would flap sickeningly on her chest, while the genuine article bounced smoothy, following the natural rhythm of the rest of her body. Nicola's perfect tits passed the test with flying colors. She switched her gaze from the camera to Mr. Spinetti. He sat transfixed, his eyes shining at the sight of the topless twenty-year-old dancing for him. There was a tell-tale bulge in his pants. Nicola smiled, pleased. She was making good points. "Thanks, that's enough," Mr. Spinetti said at last. Jennifer stopped the tape. Nicola was out of breath from the exertion, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she got her puff back. "Mmm, nice tits," Jennifer murmured. "That's wonderful, that really is," said Mr. Spinetti, clearly impressed with Nicola's talent. "Thank-you," she replied, to both of them. "Well, the only thing left to ask you about is the nudity. Do you have a problem with that?" Nicola laughed. She stood, hands on hips, smiling at my Mr. Spinetti, letting him drink in the site of her exquisite body with nothing between him and her pussy but a thin strip of material. "Why not? I'm nude now aren't I?" She trailed her forefinger between her breasts, reminding him or her state of undress, as if he could forget. "Honey, this is topless. I'm talking full-nudity. To an agent, that's the difference between and double and triple scale. To an MPAA censor, that's the difference between an R and an Unrated cert. And to the average slob in the video store, that's the difference between seeing your tits or seeing your tits and your bush." Nicola gave a naughty smile. She tugged at the bow that secured her bikini bottoms. They fell at her shapely feet. She stood before them now, fully naked. Jennifer and Mr. Spinetti's gazes fell upon the enchanting stripe of pubic hair at Nicola's crotch. It was, like the rest of her, free from tan lines. The only sound was the whir of the video camera. "How's this?" Nicola asked playfully. She slipped into a model's pose, bringing her hands up behind her head, which lifted her tits toward the audience. She continued to run her fingers through her long chestnut hair, smiling seductively. She widened her stance abit, opening her legs, giving tempting glimpses of the opening of her pussy. Mr. Spinetti finally remembered what he was supposed to be doing, and starting giving Nicola directions. "Turn slightly, give us a profile. Nice." Nicola turned her body, edging her ass toward the camera. "Turn all the way around." She did so, and looked back over her shoulder with a kittenish smile. "Nice, very nice." Nicola turned back facing him, hands on hips, standing on tip-toe. Her boobs bounced deliciously as she moved. Her nipples were hard bullets. She couldn't stop smiling. She loved being naked, loved showing off. How different Knickers was to the Nicola of only a few months ago. She giggled, causing her tits to shake. "Great, thank-you," said Mr. Spinetti at last. He clearly had enjoyed himself as much as Nicola. "That's all for now." Jennifer switching the camera off. "Thanks," Nicola replied with a laugh. "It was fun." "Listen," Mr. Spinetti asked. "How'd you like to have dinner with me, right now?" "Well, all I've got to wear is my bikini," she gestured to her swimsuit, which was still lying on the floor. "That's OK, we can go to my place. Very private, you can wear whatever you like." Suddenly, Nicola realised that this was the advantage being last gave her- she was the one he was asking back to his place for 'dinner'. She smiled, "They'd be great." Nicola retrieved her bikini and starting to tie on the top. Jennifer knelt by her waist. "Here, let me help you." She slipped Nicola's bikini bottoms on her, and tied up the string. Jennifer's face was so close to Nicola's bottom that she could feel her warm breath on her skin. Nicola wondered if Jennifer's interest in her body was entirely professional or, like Mr. Spinetti, she had the hots for her. Finished, Jennifer patted Nicola on her shapely behind. "There, all done." It was late afternoon as all three walked out into the car park. It was a typically hot LA day, and Nicola felt comfortable in just her bikini. Mr. Spinetti approached a black BMW, with the license plate "TA". "Why don't you ride me? Jennifer can take your car," suggested Mr. Spinetti. As Nicola's car was just a Honda, she jumped at the chance to ride in a Beamer. After handing her keys to Jennifer, Nicola sat into the leather seat of Mr. Spinetti's car. She gave a yelp- it was hot against her bare skin. Mr. Spinetti chuckled. Nicola slid back into the seat, her bare bottom slipping sensuously across the leather. It was rather more comfortable than the plastic chair. She wriggled, producing a few rude noises, but very pleasurable sensations. The string bikini rode up on her, slipping between her pussy lips. Nicola let out a second sound, this one of groan of satisfaction. She didn't bother to adjust her suit, and she could feel herself begin to moisten. Nicola hoped Mr. Spinetti didn't mind too much her leaving a snail trail on his leather upholstery. They rode northward along the Pacific Coast Highway. Nicola still didn't know her way around LA very well. She sat enjoying the ride, wearing nothing but her string bikini. She wondered what would happen if they got pulled over, but she guessed attire like hers was pretty common on the roads. "How did you feel about the audition?" Mr. Spinetti asked. "It was good," Nicola replied, then added, "It kinda felt like you weren't so much as auditioning me as auditioning my tits." He laughed in reply. "Yeah, I guess we were." "Well, did my tits get the part?" Nicola asked. "We'll see." Finally, they pulled up to a large house that looked to Nicola like a mansion, a beautiful old villa surrounded by desert hills. It lay among a wide sprawl of well-manicured lawns. As Mr. Spinetti parked the car, she stood out front admiring his home. "Wow," she said. "Impressive, isn't it?" asked Mr. Spinetti. "It's huge," breathed Nicola. "I didn't realise you made so much money." "You mean, out of making such low-rent movies? It's the overheads," he said, leading her inside. "Something like 'Pearl Harbor' costs 300 million. But it won't even make that back at the box office. 'Bikini Stewardesses' cost 300 thousand. It's made nearly fifty mill world wide so far. Course, not all that money goes to me, but as I'm principal investor, I get the biggest share. And then a big chunk of that is going into 'Bikini Bandits'. And the profits from that into the next project. It snowballs." Nicola's eyes lit up. A slice of $50,000,000. This was the kind of money she wanted to make in Hollywood. If baring her tits in cheesy T & A movies was the way to do it, then so be it. He gave her the grand tour. Nicola had ditched her heels, and was now padding around the marble floors in her bare feet. As he took her around, Mr. Spinetti was finding more excuses to touch Nicola's body, guiding her with an arm slipped around her waist. He was also more interested in the view that Nicola presented to him. It was all very casual, and they continued to chat as he groped her ever more adventurously. "I'll make maybe 5 feature movies a year. Then all the taped auditions for those, like yours this afternoon, get put together in a compilation. I'll make maybe 2 or 3 of those." Nicola was beginning to realise that her audition hadn't ended when the camera stopped rolling. As he held her close, he brazenly peered down her bikini top at her tits. Nicola smiled, encouraging him to go further. "I'm always on the look-out for new talent," leered Mr. Spinetti. "You're on the look-out for something," Nicola replied with a smirk, feeling like one of the characters in his movies. They walked on. "And this is the master bedroom," announced Mr. Spinetti. Before her stood a magnificent four-poster bed, draped in silk, like something out of an old romantic movie. Nicola felt Mr. Spinetti's hand slide from her waist down her lower back to rest gently on her ass. "It's beautiful," she breathed. Suddenly, someone entered the room. Nicola turned, surprised to see who it was. "Dinner will be ready soon," said Jennifer. She gave Nicola a sly smile. "Knickers, why don't you go down stairs with Jennifer," Mr. Spinetti said. "I got a few things to catch up on first." Nicola followed Jennifer downstairs to the spacious lounge. "Drink?" she asked. "Um, G&T?" Nicola replied. After fixing the drinks, Jennifer let out a sigh of exhaustion. She unpinned her hair and shook it loose, framing her pretty face in brunette locks. "God it feels good to unwind," she said. Jennifer kicked off her shoes, and then to Nicola's surprise, unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Nicola could see she was wearing white lace panties, barely covered by the white shirt. Jennifer undid a few more buttons, but otherwise left it on. She slumped into a chair opposite Nicola, and raised her long legs to put her feet on a footrest. Nicola should see a brown nipple peaking out at her through the open blouse. Suddenly, she recognised Jennifer. "Hey, you played Melissa in 'Bikini Stewardesses'!" "Guilty," Jennifer smirked. "But I thought you were a production manager?" "I was, too, on 'Bikini Stewardesses'. But three days before shooting, our lead actress got cold feet. Or cold tits, if you've ever seen 'Takin' It Off'. Anyway, we needed to recast at the last moment. I gamely stepped into the breach." She took a long gulp of her drink. "I was soooo nervous, it was the first time I'd ever been naked in public. Mr. Spinetti tried to be really nice, schedule all the clothed scenes first, but as ex-production manager I put my foot down and insisted on an efficient shooting order instead. So I wound up with a nude scene on my first day." She laughed. "It must've been tough for you." "It was at first. But I really got into it. By the time we wrapped, I would forget when I had clothes on and when I didn't. The director would call 'cut', and I'd wander around the set stark naked." "Do you think you'll do it again?" "Oh, sure," Jennifer replied. "Tomorrow, in fact. We're doing the DVD release of 'Bikini Stewardesses'. One of the special features will be exclusive galleries of all the girls. So I've got a nude photoshoot tomorrow morning." She giggled. "And 'Bikini Stewardesses' was so popular that we're going to do a sequel after 'Bikini Bandits'." As she sipped her drink, a naughty smile crept across Jennifer's lips. "Do you remember the scene where Melissa and Debbie distract the FAA inspector by making out?" "Yeah?" Jennifer gave a smug smile. "That was the first time I'd ever had sex with another girl." Nicola sipped her drink, and wondered who was going to get her into bed first, Mr. Spinetti or Jennifer. Or would it be a tie? Jennifer patted the spot on the sofa next to her. "Why don't you come and sit by me?" Nicola smiled and moved over beside her. The brunette looked at her with soft brown eyes. "Have you ever had sex with another woman?" she asked. "Once, I..." But Nicola trailed off. She was lost in those eyes. She parted her lips and leant forward. Jennifer slipped and arm around her naked waist and pulled Nicola toward her. Their lips met, and they kissed. Nicola obediently opened her mouth, and let Jennifer slip her tongue inside. She was soon probing deeply down Nicola's throat. It was not like being kissed by a man, gentle and passionate at the same time. Nicola sucked greedily on her tongue. She felt Jennifer's fingers at her chest, tugging aside the right panel of the bikini top. Fingers danced around Nicola's nipple. It sprung to attention, red and hot, demanding to be suckled. Nicola was really getting into the mood when Mr. Spinetti entered the room. He'd changed into swim shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. "Come on, girls," he said playfully, "dinner's getting cold." Jennifer stood up and followed her boss into the dinning room. Nicola, a little disappointed, slipped her nipple back into place, and joined them. It was a delicious meal, a simple pasta dish that Mr. Spinetti boasted was his own recipe. As they ate, the conversation remained light, but Nicola could sense her hosts hungrily eyeing up her boobs as they swung barely contained by her bikini top. Nicola now felt perfectly at ease in the revealing swimsuit, it was the most natural feeling in the world to walk around with her ass bare and her tits practically hanging out. They talked about Nicola's home, which the two Los Angelites were curious about. "Is it true it's all topless sunbathing in Australia?" Mr. Spinetti asked. "Uh-huh," Nicola replied. "Along the Gold Coast, it's nothing but bare boobs as far as the eye can see!" "I'd love to go there," Jennifer said wistfully. "Try and sunbathe topless here and they lead you away in handcuffs." "Did you do much topless sunbathing?" Mr. Spinetti asked. Nicola shook her head. "Believe it or not, I used to be really shy." "But you used to model nude?" "Yeah, but before then I was with this agency in Melbourne. My agent Ally always steered me away from that sort of work. Only catwalk, fashion, swimwear, lingerie. All very tame. I used to be so prissy back then." Nicola wrinkled her nose in distaste. "But then I got this new agent. He made it clear that I was wasting my talent doing all that sort of stuff. He convinced me I had a fantastic body, and if I showed more of it off, I could make alot of money. So I agreed to pose for a nude shoot. I was really nervous, but it turned out great." In actual fact, Phil the photographer had known Nicola for some time, and had always been trying to get her to pose nude for him. She'd refused him though, calling him a pervert. When, thanks to her new agent, Nicola had finally relented and agreed to bare all, it was Phil she was sent off to pose for. Nicola ended up really enjoying herself, though, spending a very nice evening cavorting naked around his studio. Afterward, she'd really felt bad about the way she treated him. She'd been a complete bitch, and all he wanted was to see her nude. To make it up to Phil, Nicola had fucked him there on the set. He got some photos of that too, for his private collection. "That set was published in 'The Picture', that's a girlie magazine we've got done there. Then I went on and did a set for Australian Penthouse. My agent said I was coming along nicely, and thought it was time I came over here to try my luck at movies." "And here you are," Mr. Spinetti said with a hungry look in his eye. "And here I am," Nicola replied. They finished up the meal. Jennifer took the dishes into the kitchen and started to stack them in the dish washer. Mr. Spinetti disappeared through the French windows. Nicola gave Jennifer a hand. "So, do you live here too?" she asked. Jennifer shook her head. "I have a place in Pacific Palisades. I just, uh, 'sleep over' sometimes." From somewhere outside, Nicola could hear Mr. Spinetti calling for her. "You'd better go," Jennifer said. "The final part of your audition." Nicola padded outside, enjoying the Californian sunset on her bare skin. She wandered down the garden, following a brick path amongst a sea of ferns. Nicola wondered if the others girls would've been as eager as she was, if they'd had the coveted last position. She guessed the pros Alison and Julie would, while newbies Darcy and Carina would balk. Or maybe it would be the other way around, with the professionals figuring they didn't need it, and the beginners desperate for a break. Nicola shook the question aside. She was the best girl for this part. She had the best body, and she was the most willing to show it off. And that was why she was going to get the part. Nicola emerged from the greenery to find herself standing beside a bubbling hot and very inviting jacuzzi. Mr. Spinetti, lounging in the water, grinned up at her. "Why don't you toss the suit, and come join me?" Nicola smirked, feeling naughty. She wanted to tease him. "I don't know. The purpose of a bikini is to go bathing in. I've been wearing this all day and I haven't been near water. It would rather defeat the purpose to take it off now." Mr. Spinetti laughed. "Honey, the purpose of that bikini is to show off that fantastic body of yours. It would fulfil that purpose a whole lot better lying on the ground over there." Nicola giggled at the logic. She tugged at the bows on either side of her hips. Her whisper-small bikini bottoms slid to her ankles. She reached behind her, and untied the top. It popped free, baring her tits. The no-longer-needed bikini was thrown into the garden. Nicola stood by the jacuzzi, posing for Mr. Spinetti, much as she'd done before. But this time it wasn't his producer's eye he cast over her. It was naked lust. Mr. Spinetti wanted to fuck Nicola, and she wanted to let him. "Well, what do you think?" she asked, cupping her boobs. "Mmm-mm, you are one damn fine piece of ass," he replied. "You'll go far in this business, trust me." Nicola slipped into the water beside Mr. Spinetti. He wrapped his arm around her slender waist, pulling her toward him. Nicola's hand moved to his submerged lap, and found his bare cock, hard and eager for her starlet pussy. Mr. Spinetti's mouth went to Nicola's left nipple, and began to suck greedily. Waves of pleasure travelled up her body. She caressed his cock, trailing her manicured nails across his balls. At her chest, Mr. Spinetti switched his attention to her right nipple. "I want you," Nicola moaned. "I need you here in my pussy." Mr. Spinetti complied, slipping two fingers into Nicola. Her greedy cunt slurped them down, and she began to fuck his hand, bucking her hips in the water. Nicola returned the favor, pumping his cock in her hand. It was thick and hard. Nicola was even hornier than she realised, and soon she was moaning aloud in ecstasy, her voice echoing across the neighbourhood. Nicola felt Mr. Spinetti withdraw his hand from her cunt. He turned her around, and Nicola noticed Jennifer sitting naked on the other edge of the jacuzzi, her legs trailing in the water. Her thighs were apart, and Nicola could she her glistening nether-lips. "Come on, baby," Jennifer whispered. "Come and get some pussy." Nicola moved through the water toward her, guided by Mr. Spinetti. Jennifer leant back, resting her head on a towel at the pool's edge. Nicola knelt on a shelf in the jacuzzi, leaning forward into a position where she was directly over Jennifer, with her ass in the air. Nicola and Jennifer began to make out, their tongues swirling around and then diving into each other's mouths. Nicola could feel Mr. Spinetti taking up position behind her. Her pussy lips were hot and raw, both from the water and burning need to be fucked. His hands were on her hips, holding her, positioning her. Nicola felt her new producer's hard cock against her pussy lips. Still kissing Jennifer, she reached behind her to slide him into home. With a slurp, Mr. Spinetti's cock slid effortless into Nicola's cunt. She let out a moan of pleasure. Her flat model's stomach muscles began to ripple with what would be the first of many orgasms that night. Needless to say, Nicola got the part. It was just the start of her adventures in Hollywood. END Appendix: Brief synopsis of movies mentioned. None of these titles actually exist, so don't go down to Blockbuster and ask if they've got em. "Bikini Bandits" Enroute to Spring Break, co-ed Kelly (Nicola Baron) is waylaid by Texas' most underhand, and underdressed, outlaws the Bikini Bandits. Stripped of her money, and her clothes, Kelly takes to dancing at a local bar to earn enough cash to pay her way back across country. But first she vows revenge upon the Bikini Bandits, by beating them at their own game. "Bikini Stewardesses" When young businesswoman Melissa (Jennifer Dempster) inherits her uncle's failing small-time airline, it seems nothing can save it from bankruptcy. A late night movie provides the answer, and Melissa tries outfitting her stewardesses in bikinis as the key to sex-cess. But trouble is brewing as a rival airline AirGlobal tries to shut them down. It's up to Melissa to trade her suit for a bikini, and make sure her passengers enjoy one wild ride. "Bikini Stewardesses II: The Next Generation" Fresh from graduation, Kelly (Nicola Baron) sets her sights on Bikini Airways as a job with fun possibilities. Buckle up and prepare to fly the very friendly skies, as Kelly and the other aspiring Bikini Stewardesses love, laugh and strip their way to hilarity at 30,000ft. But it's not just eager passengers the girls must deal with, as AirGlobal again tries to muscle in on the sexy action. Guest starring: Jennifer Dempster ("Bikini Stewardesses"). "Kristi Ducati's Bikini School" Sexy superstar Kristi Ducati (herself) finds that running a modelling school is much harder than just being a model. When they enter an international bikini modelling contest, with $500,000 prize money up for grabs, Kristi and her sexy students will stop at nothing to win. This is one beauty pageant that gets down to the bare essentials, but these girls give it all they've got for some very sexy fun. "Supermodel Skinnydip Party" Filmed on location in the Bahamas, this sensuous video takes six gorgeous supermodels and lets them loose in their natural habitat: buck naked. "Supermodel Skinnydip Party" lets you the viewer see what goes on- and what comes off- behind the scenes at an exotic photoshoot. It's your passport to paradise. Starring: Tammy Parks, Alison Lamont, Leslee Bremmer, Bunny, Angela Monroe and Busty Muffins. "Undercover Cheerleaders" Chaos threatens when supervillian Artemis Blarb ("Austin Powers 2"'s Verne Troyer) vows to destroy the 1999 Bikini Cheerleading Championships unless he is paid 1 million dollars! It's up to LA's hottest cop Kitten Magee (music sensation Britney Moore in her acting debut) to suit up and strip down in the sexiest undercover operation you'll ever see. Will America's right to T&A be taken away by the forces of evil? Only Kitten and her crack team of cheerleading cuties can save the day. ____________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get your free @yahoo.co.uk address at http://mail.yahoo.co.uk or your free @yahoo.ie address at http://mail.yahoo.ie -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+