Message-ID: <41082asstr$1046401805@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20030228004316.29720.qmail@web20207.mail.yahoo.com> From: =?iso-8859-1?q?Knickers?= Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 28 Feb 2003 00:43:16 +0000 (GMT) Subject: {ASSM} Topless Cheerleaders, Inc (A Nicola Adventure) {Knickers} (MF FF M+/F+ exhib) Date: Thu, 27 Feb 2003 22:10:05 -0500 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: gill-bates, hecate __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "TCI.txt" begin> Filename: TCI.txt Title: Topless Cheerleaders, Inc Author: Knickers Universe: Nicola Adventures Keywords: MF, FF, M+/F+, exhib Summary: Nicola helps her friend Alison launch an exciting new entertainment enterprise. 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. They are to date: (in reading order) 1. Nicola's Hot Screen Test 2. Nicola & the Helpful Angel 3. Bikini Audition 4. Shutterbug Starlets 5. Bikini Stewardesses Go Mile High 6. Hollywood Party Hostesses 7. Nicola: Live & Uncensored 8. Carwash Cuties 9. Nicola Gets A Woody 10. Bikini Christmas Carol 11. Sex Kitten 12. Bikini Sorority House Party 13. Bikini Audition 2: The Wrath of Angela 14. Best in Show 15. Knickers Down in Acapulco 16. InfoNicola 17. Undercover Starlet 18. BikiniVivor 19. Topless Cheerleaders, Inc <- Please don't email me asking for the other stories. Visit the website at 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. Topless Cheerleaders, Inc (MF FF M+/F+ exhib) "Woah, check out the tits on the redhead." The comment wasn't meant for Nicola, it was whispered between two guys sitting at the table next to her's, but she couldn't help but look up to see who they were talking about. Bouncing into the cafe was a gorgeous young girl about the same age as Nicola, curly red locks framing her pretty face. Nicola recognized her instantly. "Alison!" The redhead's face burst into an excited grin. "Nicola!" she cried, waving vigorously. Alison Buffy had been an exchange student in her last year of high school. She'd spent that year at Nicola's school in Melbourne Australia, and the two had become good mates. That had been two years ago, and Nicola hadn't heard from Alison since she went back to Tilverton, Wisconsin. Until the other day, when she contacted Nicola out of the blue and suggested they get together at a plush Hollywood restaurant. Nicola took a good, long look at her friend. She hadn't changed a bit, was still tall, slim and athletic. Alison was wearing a leotard that seemed to be custom-designed to show off her fabulous body. The neck was scooped very low, presenting generous amounts of creamy white cleavage. The fabric of the garment was pulled tight across Alison's chest, causing her pair of perky boobs to push outwards toward Nicola. No wonder those two guys were checking her out with their tongues hanging out! Laughing, Nicola threw her arms around Alison and the pair embraced (no doubt giving the two voyeurs even more to whisper about). Alison's soft brown eyes stared deep into Nicola's baby blues. "God it's good to see you again," she murmured. Nicola felt her pulse rising. Although their relationship had been strictly mates (this being before the days of Nicola's bisexuality), Nicola couldn't help but wonder if Alison was being more than just friendly. They took a seat, a thousand questions tumbling out of Nicola's mouth. What had Alison done since leaving school? What was she doing here in Hollywood? Why had she gotten in touch with Nicola? "One at a time!" replied Alison. From her bag she pulled out a magazine and passed it to Nicola. "This is how I knew you were here in the States." Nicola spotted the title on the magazine and blushed. It was the October 2001 issue of "Celebrity Flash", the very magazine that had published nude photos of Nicola cavorting on a beach. It fell open to the relevant page, and there was Nicola- completely nude, her charms exposed for all to see. And it wasn't just the pictures, the accompanying story related some very tasty tidbits about her sexcapades in Hollywood. "I see your modeling career is really going places," Alison said with a naughty smirk. "And what's this about you being called 'Knickers' at school? No-one called you that." "That was something my agent made up," Nicola explained. "He thought it would be a good idea if I had a sexy nickname and a cute story to go with it." "Knickers," said Alison, savoring the word. "I like it." "So now you know the intimate details about what I've been up to," said Nicola, "what about you? Why've you come to Hollywood?" "Well, it's a long story." Alison cast a sideways glance at the two guys at the next table who were quite obviously eavesdropping. She gave a saucy grin and pitched her voice at a level so they could hear too. "It all started a couple of months back, back home in Wisconsin. I was working my way through college taking an aerobics class at the local gym. Anyway, one morning I was in a terrible rush and ended up really late. I ran into the locker-room only to discover I'd left all my gear at home! "So, there was nothing else for it, I had to borrow some clothes from one of the other instructors. "I quickly got changed and rushed out to take the class. It was the morning class, pretty small, mostly women but a few guys. I apologized to them for being late and got the routine rolling. "It was then I realized I'd made a terrible mistake. The clothes I'd borrowed- they were waaaay too small." Nicola giggled. Alison continued. "I was wearing this halter top, really low cut. It would be daring even on a girl with a smaller bust than mine. And I'm up on the stage, in front of all those people, jumping around. "I can feel the top just slowly slipping away. I'm well into my routine by now, so I can't really stop and try and adjust it. So, as I'm doing these jumping jacks, I can feel my boobs bit by bit coming out. "By now, everyone in the class has twigged to what's going on. People are staring, smirking, a couple are frowning. But I just carry on. "And just when I think I'm in the clear, when I think my top has settled into a daring but otherwise OK position, that's when it happened. "POP! My tits just sprang free and next thing I know I'm topless in front of my aerobics class. "There's a burst of spontaneous applause and I just froze. But... it was the strangest feeling. I was the center of attention and I loved it." "I know what you mean," Nicola replied. "It's a buzz." Alison shook her head. "I never knew I had it in me. I'm standing in front of a bunch of strangers with my breasts completely bare and I don't even try to cover up. Eventually I sorta came out of it and dashed off the stage. "Later that day the boss called me into her office. I was pretty scared, I expected her to fire me or at least chew me out. But she was pleased. Turned out that after my little show that morning word got round FAST. There was a big rush to sign up for my morning class. "Laughing, she told me she'd been trying to think of a way to drum up business but she never thought anything like this would happen. And she asks me if I could alter my routine to deliberately include the little 'mishap' that I had that morning. "At first, I'm like 'No way am I showing my tits!' But I kept going back to that moment, when the shock had faded, and I realized I had an audience. That and the hefty pay rise convinced me to do it." "I guess that was the birth of topless aerobics in Wisconsin!" Nicola laughed. "But what brings you here to Hollywood?" "Well, I was doing my act at the gym. Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday morning I'd show up to take an aerobics class wearing nothing but a flimsy bit of string that, after a little bit of exertion, would just burst open to reveal to one and all Alison Buffy's charms. Business was booming, it was standing room only in the class. The only rule was that if you came for the show, you had to do the routine. "It was really fun. I'd be up there, grinning away, my boobs bouncing every which way, with everyone enjoying the view and trying to follow along. I think I single handedly whipped the male population of Tilverton into shape! "So I did that for almost a year. I dropped out of school and made lots of money." "I can imagine!" "Inevitably, someone complained, and the gym was forced to stop the 'special classes'. But I knew that there was money, and lots more fun, to be had in Hollywood, so I headed west." Alison paused in her story, reaching into her bag. "I need your help, your, um 'special talents' to help me launch my new company. An exciting new entertainment enterprise." Nicola wondered what she had in mind. A moment later she had her answer, as Alison handed her a glossy brochure. Nicola read the cover- and got quite a surprise. Topless Cheerleaders, Inc For all your party needs Our gorgeous and friendly girls are here to entertain! Alison Buffy, CEO. "Topless cheerleaders!?" Nicola cried. One of the eavesdropping guys nearly fell off his chair. "Uh-huh," Alison replied. "We're kinda like a combination of hostesses, dancers and waitresses. Stag parties, office parties, superbowl parties, product launches, business lunches, conventions, wherever there are guys who want to relax and have a good time, the Topless Cheerleaders are only a phonecall away." Nicola perused the pamphlet. It was full of pictures of Alison wearing a cheerleader's costume. At least, it was supposed to be a cheerleader's costume, there really wasn't all that much to it. The bottoms consisted of a pair of red bikini briefs that did little to cover her ass. The top was nothing more than a red sequined waistcoat, with the letters TC embroidered on the breast. In most of the photos it was flapping open, revealing Alison's pointy tits. The cute little ensemble was finished off with a cowboy hat, white sneakers, and a big set of red & white pom-poms. "I've sunk all my money into this, but there's still lots more to be done. I need to find an office, hire some girls, and then start drumming up business." Nicola's eyes lingered on the photo of her semi- naked school friend on the back page of the brochure. Would've thought that perky little Alison Buffy would have it in her to strip naked and entertain a room full of horny men? "I know," said Nicola. "I can start by helping to raise some extra capital. Then, we can run an ad in the trades and start auditioning girls to join the squad." "Extra capital?" Alison asked, puzzled. "Where can we get that from?" Nicola smirked. "Leave that to me." ************ Let it be said that nothing opens doors in Hollywood like a great pair of tits. (Let it also be said that this isn't literally true, as Nicola's friend Dizzy once found out the hard way). Nicola sauntered into the West Hollywood National Bank dressed in what could charitably be described as a business suit. But it was cunningly tailored to make sure the busty Aussie beauty always had the upper hand in any business negotiations. The skirt was miniscule, a brief strip of navy-blue material that didn't even come down as far as her black stocking-tops. The matching jacket was sleeveless, baring her beautiful arms. It was buttoned up halfway, with Nicola's tanned bosom straining to burst out of its tight confines. Every step she took set her tits visibly jiggling. The casual observer could be forgiven for thinking that Nicola was wearing just the jacket with no blouse or bra underneath, because... well, she was only wearing the jacket with no blouse or bra underneath. Nicola's black high heels tap, tap, tapping across the bank's threshold heralded her arrival and all eyes turned to gawp at the gorgeous starlet. She greeted them in return with a cheery smile, and with several strides of her deliciously long stocking-clad legs she made her way through to the manager's office. The secretary, Elaine, looked up from her desk and did a double take. Nicola leaned forward and gave her a sultry grin. "Good morning," she breathed in her husky, Australian accent. "Nicola Baron, here to see Mr. Winterbourne." "Do you have an appointment?" Elaine asked, her gaze darting from Nicola's face down to her chest. As she was bent over slightly, Nicola's jacket was open, offering tempting glances of her bare boobs. "No, but I think he'll want to see me anyway," Nicola replied. Still a little gob-smacked, Elaine punched the intercom. "Uh, chief, there's a 'Nicola Baron' here to see you." From the speaker came an excited voice. "Nicola Baron! Jesus, send her right in and cancel my 10 o'clock appointment!" Elaine shrugged. "Please go through, Ms Baron." Nicola stood up straight, smoothing down her suit to make it (barely) decent again. "Better make that all his appointments for the rest of the morning," she whispered. Elaine stared after her with a look that might well've been envy as the starlet sauntered into Mr. Winterbourne's office. As soon as he clapped eyes on her, Mr. Winterbourne leapt to his feet. "Nicola!" he cried, practically drooling with delight, "wonderful to see you again!" Nicola beamed. "Oh Mr. Winterbourne! It's my pleasure." When she first arrived in Hollywood almost a year ago Nicola had no money, nowhere to live and no contacts. Her agent had arranged some wealthy businessmen to 'invest' in the stunning starlet and her career. One of those men had been Mr. Winterbourne, manager of the West Hollywood branch of the National Bank. Nicola had long-since repaid their generosity (and not necessarily with money) and hadn't needed their help for anything- until now. "It's been so long," he whined, his big puppy-dog eyes staring longing at the beautiful Nicola. Or rather, at her tits. She strutted around to his side of the desk and with a slight push sat him back down in his big leather chair. Then Nicola plonked her bottom down on Mr. Winterbourne's lap and with a wriggle of her shapely rump made herself comfortable. The horny old banker's cock sprang to attention, poking Nicola's backside. His eyes glazed over with desire, one hand around Nicola's waist and the other resting gently on her knee. "I've missed you so much," he drooled. "I can still remember the last time we were together." "It was at the mansion," Nicola replied. "That big client from that Alaskan oil company was in town and you badly wanted him to open an account here at the bank." Mr. Winterbourne nodded, recalling that memorable night. "He and I drove there by limo straight from the airport. And you were waiting for us there at the front door." "I was wearing that adorable little French maid's outfit," Nicola giggled. "At least, I started out wearing it." Mr. Winterbourne's cock was throbbing furiously. "God, I've missed having you around." His hand crept up her knee to rest on the inside of her thigh. Nicola smiled, her elegant little hands fiddling with his tie. "I'm sure a handsome and wealthy man such as yourself would have no trouble in replacing little me." "No way! Everyone in Hollywood knows there is only one Nicola Baron." Nicola blushed, playfully swatting him. "Oh Mr. Winterbourne! You're always stroking my ego... amongst other things." A big dumb grin spread across his face. His gaze wandered down from Nicola's angelic face to her cleavage threatening to burst out of her jacket at any moment. "It's just like the old days," he murmured, his hand caressing Nicola's naked thigh just above her stocking-tops. "Well," breathed Nicola, "I've got a business proposal for you. One that could make you and the rest of your fellow investors relive those oh-so fun days." She leaned forward more, presenting her barely-concealed boobs to his lecherous gaze. "Let's hear it," Mr. Winterbourne replied. He tried to sound focused, like the hard-headed businessman he was, but his gawking down Nicola's top gave him away. "I've got this friend, Alison. She's trying to launch a new company and wants some investors." "What kind of company is it?" Nicola smiled. "Let's just say... it's entertainment related." Mr. Winterbourne dragged his attention away from Nicola's chest and looked quizzically into her deep blue eyes. "Entertainment?" "Yes, the sort of entertainment I used to provide for your business clients." Realization dawned on him. "Ooooh. That kind of entertainment." Nicola produced the brochure Alison had showed her earlier. She opened it up, holding it open for him so that Mr. Winterbourne's hands could carry on groping her. "That's your friend Alison? She's gorgeous." "I was thinking... you could get the old gang together again. Alison and I could put on a special demonstration of the unique services the company has to offer. And then you can decided how much you're willing to invest." Mr. Winterbourne's eyes shone. He recalled the 'special demonstrations' Nicola used to put on. A memory popped into his head: Nicola, bare-ass naked except for a blow-tie and splashes of champagne on her boobs, dancing on a table, a crowd of men clapping wildly. His hand crept upwards from Nicola's thigh, under her miniscule skirt, seeking the warmth radiating from her crotch. Her silky locks of pubic hair brushed against his fingertips and Mr. Winterbourne realized Nicola wasn't wearing any panties. "It sounds like something I'd be very interested in, if this Alison is half as good at business negotiations as you are." "Even better," Nicola replied. She wiggled her bottom into his lap and was rewarded with the unmistakable feeling of his throbbing erection straining to break free of his pants. Mr. Winterbourne went back to staring longingly at the swell of Nicola's cleavage, licking his lips. "Sweetheart, anything you want you got. But could I just, for old times sake..." "You want to see my boobs?" Nicola asked. Mr. Winterbourne nodded dumbly. "Sure," she said perkily. Nicola's nimble little fingers undid the few buttons that held her jacket closed and her magnificent breasts popped into view. Mr. Winterbourne moaned. Nicola had perfect tits: large, round, tanned twin globes of delight, topped by delicious pink nipples that just begged to be suckled. He let out a sigh of delight and buried his face between Nicola's boobs. The starlet giggled. "Oh, Mr. Winterbourne!" "Please let me fuck you a little?" he begged, his hands gently stroking her bare breasts. "Naughty boy," Nicola admonished him, waggling her finger. "You've got a little job to do first." "OK, OK," Mr. Winterbourne replied. "I'll get everyone together on Friday night. It's going to be tough, they're all pretty busy these days, but I'll do it!" Nicola grinned. "Good boy!" She jumped up from his lap, giving his cock a playful pat through his trousers. She pulled her jacket shut, once again covering up her glorious hooters. "And Friday? If I set everything up?" Nicola tossed back her chestnut-colored hair, considering his request. "If you do this for me, I will personally make sure that Friday night will be a night you'll never forget." Her baby-blue eyes twinkled suggestively. "Oh, thank-you thank-you thank-you!" Mr. Winterbourne cried, his tongue hanging out. Nicola gave a small smile of satisfaction. It wouldn't be long before Alison's company would be up and running... ************ Once again, Traci's eyes nervously skittered across the ad in the paper: Were you a cheerleader in high school? Girls aged 18-25 wanted for new company specializing in corporate entertainment Requires adventurous, fun-loving and outgoing personality Willingness to go that extra mile a must! Open auditions 9 AM June 19 at TCI offices, Suite 17, 1556 San Vicente Boulevard, West Hollywood. The buxom brunette had been in Hollywood a month, and as she'd yet to be discovered by a movie producer it was time to find a second job. Waitressing had zero appeal for her. And that's when she'd come across the ad. Traci had been a cheerleader in high school. She liked to think of herself as outgoing, fun-loving and adventurous. But what exactly was 'corporate entertainment'? And just how far was that 'extra mile'? She wasn't quite sure, but she was intrigued. She'd been a little nervous about what to wear, and her friends had suggested that she dress in something a little sexy. Traci didn't want to seem too outrageous, so she settled on an outfit that was raunchy yet decent at the same time: a pair of shorts to show off her long legs and a white t- shirt cut to reveal her bare midriff. She dithered over whether or not to wear a bra, and in the end decided that she didn't need one as her boobs always looked fabulous without one, and unless it was really cold or they were planning on dousing her with water she'd still remain chastely covered. Traci arrived for the audition nice and early. The office seemed a little dingy, with only a sign on the door that read "TC Inc" to let her know she was in the right place. Butterflies fluttering in her bare tummy, Traci entered. There were at least a dozen other girls in the waiting room. Some of them were dressed pretty conservatively, others (to Traci's dismay) wore very revealing outfits that showed off plenty of cleavage. As she entered, everyone glanced at her but no one spoke. The atmosphere was tense. Traci filled out a sheet of paper with her details and took a seat. She tried to size up her competition, all those other gorgeous starlets. Traci knew she was cute and had a fabulous rack, but it looked like she would have to do something pretty special to get this job. The door to the waiting room opened and a beautiful redhead walked in. "Good morning, girls," she greeted them chirpily. "If you'd like to come through to the studio you can show us your stuff." Traci and the other girls entered into a large room. The redhead directed them to line up at the far end, while she went to the other and had a huddled conversation with a very striking girl with chestnut-colored hair. Nerves gnawed at Traci's resolve. Standing in a row with her competitors, she adjusted her clothes to make sure they were doing her sexy body justice. She was painfully aware of the blonde standing next to her, wearing a low-cut blouse from which her enormous hooters were threatening to burst free. Traci wished she'd thought to wear something alittle more... daring. "OK girls!" announced the redhead. "Welcome and thank-you for coming along today. My name is Alison Buffy and this is my associate Nicola Baron. We're looking for some beautiful and sexy girls for our company, and hopefully some of you will fit the bill perfectly." Nicola steeped forward, and spoke in a husky Australian accent: "I know how nerve wracking this can be. Trust me, I've been to a few auditions in my time. But I really want you to relax and just have fun." Traci nodded, trying to take her advice. She took a deep breath, pushing out her chest. "However," Nicola continued, "I should warn you that this job will require nudity on your part. If you don't think you can do that, you're free to leave now." There was an audible gasp of shock from the assembled auditionees. Traci's heart leapt at the word 'nudity', her pulse racing at the thought of publicly baring all. A ripple of murmuring ran through the girls and a large number of them promptly left, collecting their forms from Alison on the way out. Traci, however, didn't. She thought about it, she thought how easy it would be to walk out with the others, but something made her stay put. Curiosity perhaps? Apart from herself there were now only four other girls left. At least now she had better odds, though one of those four was the big-boob blonde. Alison smiled, surveying the remaining girls. "Well, I'm glad to see some of you stayed. It wouldn't be much of a company without employees!" Nicola looked through the remaining forms, matching names to faces. "Pepper, do you think can handle a little nudity?" A tall, slim black girl stepped forward. "S-sure." "And you, er, Cherry, how about you?" The blonde standing next to Traci spoke up. "Sure I can!" "What about you... Suki?" The fourth girl, a very svelte Asian who looked like a model, replied, "I'll do my best." "And, um, Traci?" "Of course," Traci replied. Then she winced, hearing herself. She hoped she sounded like a professional Hollywood starlet who had no problems whatsoever with taking her clothes off, but there was an unmistakable quiver of doubt in her voice. "Really?" Nicola replied. Maybe she heard it too? "Traci, could you remove your shirt please?" Traci fought to control the panic that surged through her at that moment. She swallowed. Trying to stop her hands from shaking, she reached for the bottom hem of her t-shirt and slowly began to lift it off. Did Nicola realize she wasn't wearing a bra? More than likely. All eyes were on her. Cherry. Pepper. Suki. And Traci's two prospective bosses, Alison and Nicola. They were staring, waiting for her to take her top off or burst into tears and run from the room. Traci was painfully aware of time passing, aware that she had paused with her t-shirt in both hands bunched up just under her tits for too long. She felt resolve slipping through her fingers. No! She would do this! Traci steeled herself. She let a broad grin spread across her face. With a single yank she hauled her t-shirt up and over her chest. No going back now. With a single fluid movement she pulled it up and over her head, tossing it to the floor. Traci now stood proudly topless, posing with her hands on her hips, pushing out her boobs for everyone to see. Her smile was now a grin of victory. Nicola certainly looked pleased. "Excellent! And might I add how gorgeous you look." Traci blushed. "Wow, thanks." "I think," announced Alison, "that Traci shouldn't be the only one topless here. Girls, would you mind?" Now it was their turn. Cherry popped off her halter-top to reveal a spectacularly large pair of snow-white boobs. Pepper, visibly nervous but unwilling to back out now, slipped off her shirt and exposed perky, cone-shaped tits barely concealed in a lacey white bra. She fumbled with it for a moment before it too fell to the floor, leaving the blushing girl topless. Suki slithered out of the dress she was wearing and let it fall to her feet, standing before them wearing nothing but a black thong. Now that she wasn't the only one topless, Traci felt exhilarated. It was good to be naked! Alison and Nicola whispered briefly to each other. Then Alison disappeared out the side door as Nicola addressed the auditionees. "Congratulations, you've all passed with flying colors. You're all hired." "All of us?" Traci asked. Nicola nodded. "You've proved you've got what it takes to be a topless cheerleader. There's lots more work to be done before we're ready to go public, but I'm sure you four gorgeous girls will be a big success in Hollywood." A wave of relief broke across the four girls. They sighed, laughed and giggled in mutual delight to being hired. "But what," asked Pepper "is the job? We know it's something called 'corporate entertainment' and has something to do with us being naked." There came a slight tapping from the door Alison had exited out of. "Girls," said Nicola, "this is what will be required of you. Welcome to the newest, hottest form of party entertainment. Welcome to... Topless Cheerleaders Inc." She whipped open the door and in sauntered Alison, dressed in a very revealing costume. Traci couldn't believe her eyes, it was nothing like the cheerleader outfit she'd worn in high school. The accessories seemed normal enough- ten-gallon hat, sneakers, red & white pom-poms, but there was nothing standard about these clothes. The gorgeous redhead's pussy was covered by nothing more than a scanty slip of red material. The top half of the costume was just a sequined vest, open to reveal her tits- hence, Traci realized, topless cheerleaders. "This," purred Alison as she modeled the outfit, "is the standard uniform of the topless cheerleaders. We're girls for hire at any event where the host really wants to throw a party that won't be forgotten any time soon. We're waitresses, dancers, hostesses, companions... we serve the boys with a smile and provide them with anything their hearts desire." "Anything?" Traci asked with trepidation, visions of utter debauchery flickering before her eyes. "Anything," Alison replied with a naughty glint in her eye. "But trust me, the money'll flow in and you'll have a blast doing it." Nicola approached the horny foursome with a fistful of contracts. "Can we count on you?" Cherry gave a breezy laugh. "Sure! I've got a great pair of tits, why not get paid to show them off!" She scribbled her signature on a contract. Suki shrugged. "I've been doing odd modeling jobs for a while now, and this doesn't actually sound all that different to what I've done before. I'll sign up too." Traci and Pepper exchanged nervous glances. Obviously, they were the ones with the most reservations about shaking their bare boobs in front of a crowd of men. "Please?" Nicola looked to them imploringly. "You're both absolutely stunning, you'd made great members of the team. You're not going to deny the world these beauties are you?" Nicola pointed to their breasts. Traci and Pepper broke into grins. "I guess not!" said Traci, signed up too. "Yeah," agreed Pepper, "I do have great tits." With that, she added her signature. And so, Topless Cheerleaders Inc was formed. But the semi-naked Alison knew that unless they could secure more capital the company was doomed. They had to put on the best show ever for the investors Nicola had lined up. And to do that, they had to whip the girls into shape in less than two days. ************ It fell to Nicola to train up the bevy of bare- breasted beauties for their debut as topless cheerleaders on Friday night. Over the course of the instruction period the girls got to know each other very well. Traci was the starry-eyed Midwesterner who had dreams of making it big in Hollywood, and after meeting Nicola, decided she'd do anything to find success. Cherry was another budding starlet. Originally from Texas, she'd come to Hollywood after winning first prize in a Spring Break wet t-shirt contest. She was the most outrageous of the quartet- the giggling bimbo would often find herself in situations where she was surrounded by men and her massive tits hanging out of the front of her blouse. Pepper was the only native Californian, and by far the shiest. But she too had big dreams. The wide- eyed beauty was just learning the fine art of striptease, but once talked out of her clothes the site of her bare, shimmering, coffee-colored skin was well worth the wait. Suki was a professional model who was getting a little bored with the sort of work she'd been doing. She'd pretty much done it all- posed nude, topless waitressing, even some stripping in the clubs. Topless cheerleading sounded like a bit of a giggle. Nicola taught them everything they needed to know. The basics was stripping, how to take off your clothes in a way guaranteed to drive a male audience wild. There was also lap dancing, the girls eagerly learning how to grind their bare asses into a guy's bulging crotch. But Nicola also passed onto them all the tips and tricks she had learnt: How to lean over just right so he can look down your top. How to present your backside so he can show his appreciation with an affectionate pat. How to walk with a wiggle that left him with his tongue hanging out. Traci, Cherry, Pepper and Suki took to this unusual education with varying degrees of ability. Cherry was a natural, but her natural bimbosity had a tendency to render her a little clumsy, which could in itself be endearing. On several occasions she'd drop the tray she was carrying, spilling drinks over her boobs. Pepper had difficulty overcoming her timidity, but once cajoled out of her clothes she was a very accomplished dancer. Nicola noted with considerable satisfaction the undulation of her nude, lithe form. And Traci was learning how much she enjoyed exhibitionism. She enjoyed the feeling of power and sexuality that surged through her buxom little body as she danced on naked stage, and couldn't wait for the opportunity to show her stuff in front of a real audience. Finally, the girls were ready for their costume fitting. At an upmarket West Hollywood fashion house they lounged around in various states of undress as their cheerleading outfits were prepared for them. "You'll find this a great way to get into movies," said Nicola. She was eying up Traci, who stood in the middle of the room buck-naked trying on her little red vest. "Hollywood producers are always throwing wild parties, and they'll be real interested in hiring the topless cheerleaders. Trust me, when you've sat on a guy's lap and let him lick ice cream off your boobs he doesn't forget you in a hurry." Traci laughed, her tits quivering with mirth. "I can see I'm going to get plenty of exposure running around dressed liked this!" She tugged on the lapels of her vest, which did little to cover her breasts. "Don't you mean," announced Suki, as she emerged from the changing room decked out in her costume, "*undressed* like this?" She did a twirl. Alison entered, looking very excited. "Everything's all set for tonight! I booked a venue for the presentation." Cherry squealed with delight, jumping up and down (a sight to behold as her boobs bounced vigorously). "I know we've all been looking forward to this," Alison cautioned, "but this is crunch time. We really need to put on a good show for the investors. If they don't like what they see the company will be in deep debt." That was a sobering thought, but one Nicola did her best to dismiss. She jumped up and threw her arms around Alison and Traci hugging them close. "What's not to like? Five fantastic half-naked babes, showin' some tits n ass, pampering their every whim. By the end of tonight, they're going to be throwing fistfuls of cash at you girls." Alison smiled, looking into her friend's deep blue eyes. "Thanks, Knickers," she murmured. "You've been really wonderful, taking time out of your own work to help get Topless Cheerleaders Inc off the ground. I don't know how to thank-you." Nicola opened her mouth to reply when Alison suddenly leaned forward and passionately kissed her on the mouth. The Aussie starlet was stunned for a moment as Alison's tongue slithered delightfully across her own in a more than friendly gesture. And then she broke the kiss, pulling away from the disappointed Nicola with a naughty smirk. "My pleasure," Nicola replied, for once a little flustered. "Anyway, this is as fun a sexcapade as any I usually have." There was a very definite buzz of anticipation as the girls left to get ready for the big show. ************ Mr. Winterbourne's limo pulled up to the club. Unusual for a Friday night it was closed and empty, a sign on the door read "Closed for private party". The old banker's face twisted into a gleeful grin. It was his private party! He stepped out and strode imperiously through the front door. The delicious Nicola was there, waiting for him dressed in a very sexy little black cocktail dress. His lustful gaze skittered from the pair of spaghetti straps over her deeply tanned shoulders, skimming down her luscious body to the hemline that lay high on Nicola's naked thighs. She wrapped her arms around his waist and welcomed him with a deep mouth-probing kiss. "Hello Mr. Winterbourne," she greeted him in her purring accent. "I'm glad you could be here for our little business presentation." His cock twitched, enjoying the feeling of being held close by this gorgeous model. "Sweetheart, wild horses couldn't stop me." She laughed, absently rubbing her leg against his crotch. "Oh Mr. Winterbourne. I think we should get some liquor into you first." "Bourbon, on the rocks," he ordered. Nicola disengaged her body from his and with sashayed across to the bar. Mr. Winterbourne stared wistfully after her ass before taking a seat. Everyone was here already, the old gang. There was Toby Franks, who ran a successful software consultancy company. Stephen Matthews, partner in a big publishing firm. Jake Tiller, the sports agent. Robert Huntington, who despite being manager of a rival bank, was a longtime friend of Mr. Winterbourne. And there was the new boy, Brian Thompson ('boy' being the operative term, at 49 he was the youngest of the group). Thompson hadn't been a member of the partnership who had 'invested' in Nicola and her career last year and had been brought in by Huntington as a prospective backer in this new venture. As Mr. Winterbourne took his seat, the others were raucously regaling a wide-eyed Thompson with tales of the good old days. "...so I walk into the suite and what do I see? Nicola, bare-assed nekkid and down on all fours, with this little Japanese fella, 5 foot nuttin', ridin' on her back. Needless to say, we won that contract." Franks chortled as he told his story. Nicola arrived with Mr. Winterbourne's drink. "I think my ears are burning," she said with a playful wink. Thompson gaped, stunned to see Franks' incredible tale backed up by the girl herself. "Here you go, Mr. Winterbourne," said Nicola, as she bent over and placed his drink in front of him. As she did so, her little black dress hung open. The assembled gentlemen all took the opportunity to leer shamelessly at the starlet. Nicola deliberately loitered in the bent over position as she cleared away the empty glasses, giving the old boys a damn good show. Finally she straightened up, and Mr. Winterbourne thanked her by patting her on the bottom. "If you're all comfortable, we'll get this demo up and running," she announced. This was greeted by a murmur of excitement from the assembled investors, who were eager to get a glimpse at the bevy of beauties Nicola had assembled for their delectation. The house lights dropped and Nicola made her way up onto the stage. The club was now in virtual darkness, except for the spotlight that illuminated the gorgeous starlet. Standing before a microphone, Nicola began her sales pitch. "Gentlemen, my name is Nicola Baron, and I'd like to begin tonight's proceedings by thanking you all for taking the time to watch this presentation." Of course, they already knew her (intimately...), but nevertheless Nicola was determined to do this properly. "Last year, most of you had the kindness to invest in me, providing me with income while I got my career off the ground. And in return, I provided a certain... service for you." A ripple of laughter ran through the assembled businessmen. "I'm sure many of you miss those days. Having a beautiful young woman just a phonecall away, ready and willing to fulfill your every fantasy. Not only that, but having a skilled hostess available for any special entertainments, such as pampering those VIP clients." A collective sigh rang out. They missed Nicola and she knew it. "Well, I'm here to introduce you all to an exciting new enterprise in corporate entertainment. For a modest outlay of capital investment you can buy yourselves a slice of this company, not to mention its gorgeous young employees. "Gentlemen, I give you... Topless Cheerleaders, Inc!" ************ Backstage, the girls were gearing up for their big moment. Everyone was decked on their brand-new Topless Cheerleader costumes, and an adorable little squad they made. "Oooh, that tickles," giggled Traci. "Hold still," said Alison. "And lean back more." Poking her tongue out between her teeth in an expression of intense concentration, the sexy redhead was busy applying lipstick to Traci's nipples. "There," she exclaimed, finished. Traci pulled open her scanty vest to check out the effect. Her nipples and aureoles shone bright pink. She had to admit, it looked very cute. "Well girls," said Alison. "This is it. Make or break time for the Topless Cheerleaders." The tension spiked up a notch. From the other side of the curtain they could hear Nicola running through her spiel. The girls exchanged nervous glances. "Are we ready?" Alison asked, a serious look on her face. They could all see the anticipation in her eyes, the burning ambition to make this happen and to successfully launch her own company. "Let's do," said Pepper firmly. They all turned to look at her in surprise. The beautiful black girl shrugged. "I'm pretty much naked now as it is," she said, gesturing at the skimpy cheerleader outfit that left her boobs bare poking out before her, "I might as well get out there and put on a show." Traci laughed. "Yeah! Let's do this." Alison's face burst into a grin. "That's the spirit!" Nicola's voice called out clearly. "Gentlemen, I give you... Topless Cheerleaders, Inc!" With a whoop of joy the curtains parted and the Topless Cheerleaders made their first very public appearance. ************ The businessmen clapped and whistled wildly as five of the cutest little cheerleaders shimmied onto the stage. Their outfits were certainly eye- catching, and didn't fail to raise lustful guffaws from their audience. Music began to blare from the club's PA. Arranged in a row, the girls began to dance to the beat. They started out with high-kicks, flashing their barely-covered pussies to the audience. The girls shook their pom-poms with gusto, the vigorous movements causing five gorgeous pairs of tits to bounce deliciously inside their little red vests. Under the hot stage lights, the lipstick shimmered enticingly. As the music thumped the excited men began to stamp their feet, practically drooling over the T&A display being put on for their benefit. It started out like a raunchy cheerleading routine: lots of arm waving and high kicks, but their costumes made it clear this was not just any cheerleading squad. On stage, Alison closed her eyes and surrendered her body to the beat. Her lithe torso gyrating sensuously in the dance she and Nicola and choreographed together. If the guys were half as horny as she was, their dicks must be fit to burst! She could feel heat flowing across her practically-bare body. Alison was beginning to sweat, her body glistening. Her nipples stiffened, poking out hard before her and she shook her tits to the rhythm. It was the same feeling that she had that day in her aerobics class, only better this time because the situation was so sexy, so deliciously naughty. Alison and her girls were dancing for these men in hopes that they would give them enough money so they could go on dancing naked for more men. The dance got even hotter as the girls tossed aside their pom-poms. There was nothing 'high- school' about the routine now, these babes were strippers. They fixed their audience with sultry gazes and ran their hands along their naked bodies. From the wings, Nicola watched as her friend and their prot g s strutted their stuff. They'd come along way, all of them learning the fine art of tease. Pepper, the cute little black girl. Traci, the buxom brunette. Sleek, sexy Suki. Cherry, the blonde big-boob bimbo that everybody loved. And the CEO of Topless Cheerleaders Inc herself, Alison. In unison, the girls slipped their thumbs under the waistbands of their thongs. Standing in that pose, they swung their hips back and forth to the music, as if fucking empty air and tempting the businessmen with the delights about to be bared for their delectation. The music came to a head in a crashing crescendo. In a single, fluid movement, the girls ripped off their thongs revealing five very tempting bare pussies. That was one finale that went over well. The men leapt to their feet, applauding. Nicola noticed that all of them sported a very noticeable bulge in the front of their trousers. The music faded and the house lights came on. Grinning from ear to ear, Alison approached the front of the stage. "It is my pleasure to introduce you to the Topless Cheerleaders. First up, the blonde, big-boob bimbo your clients will just love- Cherry!" Her jugs heaving from side to side, Cherry stepped forward and took a bow. "Next, she's living proof that alittle goes a long way- all the way in fact- Pepper!" Without a hint of embarrassment, the petite black girl stepped forward. She did a 360 spin to show her body off from every angle and then shook her bare ass at the men. "She's sleek, she's sexy, this little Asian dish will do anything to make sure your party goes off with a bang- Suki!" Suki slinked to the front of the stage. With a sultry look, she licked her finger and ran it down her bare chest and down the front of her g-string. "This buxom brunette is doubly blessed with a fantastic pair of tits and the ability to put on a show- Traci!" Giggling uncontrollably, Traci walked forward. She had never felt so aroused before in her life, shaking her bare tits before the lust-crazed wealthy old men. "And finally little old me, Alison Buffy, your CEO of Topless Cheerleaders Inc, and the hostess who's willing to go that extra mile to make your product launch very special." Alison winked salaciously, leaving the businessmen in no doubt that she was prepared to use all her talents to satisfy her clients. Still buzzing with excitement, the girls made their way off stage and down to where their prospective investors were seated. "Well?" laughed Alison, "do you like what you see?" Mr. Winterbourne cast a leering gaze over the girls, completely naked except for their cowboy hats and opened sequined vests. They brazenly paraded their bare bodies, proudly showing off the company 'assets'. "Me likee very much!" cried Matthews, his eyes glued to Cherry's jutting boobs. The giggling bimbo wiggled her shoulders, causing her mammoth mammaries to sway back and forth. "I think," announced Mr. Winterbourne, "that we should make a more hands-on assessment of Topless Cheerleaders Inc before deciding to invest." The girls exchanged naughty glances and then, with a squeal of devilish delight, swarmed over to the elderly investors. Each of the girls selected a lap and threw a bare leg over the lucky man, making themselves very comfortable. As there were five topless cheerleaders and six investors, Nicola sashayed down and joined them, setting her bottom down on Mr. Winterbourne's lap so that she faced him. The lecherous old devil noted with glee that as she sat down Nicola's skirt rode up practically to her waist. "This brings back memories," said Nicola. Mr. Winterbourne's hands made a beeline for her chest and he shamelessly groped Nicola's boobs through her dress. From all around them came laughter and giggling as each of the topless cheerleaders was given a thorough going over by a very horny businessman. Nicola glanced over to where Alison was sitting with Jake Tiller, the dignified old sports agent sucking contentedly on her nipples. Nicola squirmed on Mr. Winterbourne's lap, feeling his stiff cock poking up against her ass. "I think junior wants to come out and play," she murmured into his ear. "Take him out," Mr. Winterbourne replied. A tug on his zipper and a moment later his penis, red with excitement, was sticking up between Nicola's naked thighs. Her cool, delicate fingers danced along the inflamed member, and Nicola could feel it throbbing with desire. "So..." she said, casually running the tip of her index finger over the sensitive cockhead, "are you going to invest in Alison's company?" "God, yes!" he gasped. "It's the greatest marketing concept I've ever heard of. Whatever she wants, however much money she needs, it's all hers!" One hand still gently massaging Mr. Winterbourne's dick, Nicola reached into his jacket pocket and plucked out his checkbook. "$10,000 should do for now," she said, "from each of you." His hands shaking with passion, Mr. Winterbourne willingly scrawled his signature on the check. There was little doubt the other girls would have no problems getting ten grand from the others either. From all around her Nicola could hear the sounds of zippers being pulled open, accompanied by excited female cooing. It looked like her little demo was very successful, although it was rapidly degenerating into an orgy. Nicola accepted the check with a smile and placed it on the table. Now it was time to deal with the matter at hand. The Aussie starlet slipped her body between Mr. Winterbourne's legs and lowered herself to the floor. Brushing aside her long, chestnut-colored hair, Nicola bent her head forward toward his dick. Mr. Winterbourne let out a long, low groan as Nicola's tongue flicked out, slithering across his shimmering cockhead. She continued to lick his dick for a few moments longer, teasing him with a hint of the pleasures the rest of her body could provide. The banker reached out and placed his hands on her head. Nicola allowed herself to be pulled forward, her mouth engulfing Mr. Winterbourne's dick. Her head bobbed up and down in his lap, slurping away. This is what he missed most of all, the days when he had the delectable starlet virtually at his beck and call whenever he needed sexual relief. Nicola was an acknowledged master of the blowjob, and her skills had improved considerably since she had first arrived in LA. It was like having his todger vigorously massaged with moist velvet. As he looked down affectionately at her sucking his cock Nicola looked up him, locking her beautiful blue eyes with her own. Her lips still wrapped around his penis, the adorable Aussie threw him a cheeky grin. Mr. Winterbourne was close to cumming now. But he didn't want to come in her mouth, he wanted to experience the delights her rippling cunt muscles had to offer. He stood up, motioning for Nicola to stand as well. She obediently unbuckled his trousers and tugged this shorts downs. The banker's cock reared out before him, a monster menacing the starlet. Nicola crossed her arms across her chest and firmly grasped her little black cocktail dress. With a wiggle of her ass Nicola pulled it up and over her head, leaving her completely naked except for her black high-heels. She tossed the unwanted garment aside. Mr. Winterbourne took a moment to feast his eyes on her glorious nude body. It was no wonder her acting and modeling career had taken off, even by Hollywood standards Nicola was truly gorgeous and very willing to make the most of her assets. As the banker stared wistfully at her boobs, Nicola set to work stripping of his remaining clothes. Off came the Armani jacket, the silk tie, and the Italian shirt. Now it was Nicola's turn to leer over his naked body. Despite his age, Mr. Winterbourne had a pretty good body. But it was wealth and power that really turned Nicola on, and so was drooling with lust at the sight of the naked banker. The starlet jumped up into Mr. Winterbourne's arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. He pulled Nicola close to him, and with a satisfied gasp from both of them, he slipped the length of his cock into Nicola's quivering quim. They fucked in this standing position, Nicola bouncing herself off his hips in a swinging motion, her ass slapping on his thighs with every stroke. Nicola closed her eyes, reveling in the delicious sensations of pleasure that ran through her lithe body. God, how she loved fucking! The slippery sensation of a cock slurping in and out of her drooling cunt, a hunky stud pumping away her like a jackhammer. It was hard to believe that it was only a year ago she was back home in Melbourne, a prude who never had any fun, never was a wild party girl, never loved to tease people with sexy and revealing clothes. Mr. Winterbourne grunted with the effort of impaling the starlet on his throbbing dick. The depth of her passion always astounded him, and all this time hadn't dulled Nicola's insatiable appetite for cock. As he pressed the sweaty, naked, moaning starlet against his bare chest he could feel her juices running down his legs. Ah, it was good to be back in the saddle! All around them their coupling was being imitated. Groan, moans and growls of sexual pleasure emanated from the topless cheerleaders and the team of delighted investors who were celebrating their latest business venture by fucking the squealing babes. Finally, Nicola was rewarded for her efforts by the familiar buzzing sensation building in her lower body. Her well-toned stomach muscles rippled in anticipation of the building orgasm. Mr. Winterbourne's cock bucked furiously and he came, spurting cum deep inside the slutty starlet. Nicola threw her head back and let out a shriek of pure delight and she came too, her cunt spasming wildly. "Now that," gasped Mr. Winterbourne breathlessly, "is what I call a business pitch." ************ As Nicola carried over the empty glasses, she caught sight of the reflection of her nude body in the mirror over the bar. Feeling a little naughty, she indulged in a modeling pose. Hands on hips, Nicola thrust out her bare chest and pouted at herself. From behind her came a wolf-whistle. Nicola spun around and saw Alison, as naked as herself, admiring her from across the room. "Nice ass, babe!" the red-hair called out. "Takes one to know one!" replied Nicola with a giggle. The party had moved on, with the investors and the other girls having decamped to Mr. Winterbourne's hot-tub. Nicola and Alison were left alone in the club to tidy up. Neither one of them had bothered to put any clothes back on and were sashaying around still naked. Alison took a seat down by the stage, fingering the six checks that had been left for her. She laughed gleefully. "I can't believe we managed to pull it off!" "Men are like that," said Nicola. "You show 'em a little T&A and they do whatever you want." "I feel like a character out of one of your movies!" Nicola shrugged. "They do kinda reflect what goes on in this town." Most of the cleaning up finished she went and took a seat next to her school chum. Nicola couldn't help but admire Alison's figure. Being an aerobics instructor had left her with a sleek body, muscles taut and well defined but not bulging like a bodybuilder. Alison caught Nicola eyeing her up hungrily and the Aussie starlet blushed and looked away. "Yknow, Knickers, I really do owe you for helping get this company off the ground. If there's anything you want, you got it." "Anything?" Nicola asked with a raised eyebrow. "Anything," Alison replied. Nicola looked very pleased with herself. "OK, you said anything... come and stand over here." Obediently Alison scooted over and stood in front of Nicola. She placed her hands on her bare hips, staring down at her. "Well? What now?" Nicola reached out and wrapped her arms around Alison's waist. She gave a squeal of delight as her pussy-loving friend pulled her close. Nicola's hands roamed over Alison's body, admiring the stark contrast between her rich, tanned skin and Alison's lustrous white flesh. She closed her eyes and poked out her tongue, licking Alison's flat stomach. "Oooooh Knickers, kinky," she teased. Nicola sat back in her chair, spreading her legs wide, exposing her smoldering pussy. "Your debt repayment starts here," said Nicola. "Have you ever done this before?" Alison shook her head. She lowered herself to all fours and crouched down, her face inches away from the warmest part of Nicola's anatomy. "Go on, give it a try." Tentatively, Alison poked out her tongue, probing her friend. Nicola's gasp of satisfaction told her she was on the right track. She pushed on, more vigorous this time, another long, slurping stroke, tasting the salty tang of Nicola's drooling lust. After a moment or two of hesitant lapping, Alison got her stride and was eating her friend with gusto. Nicola luxuriated in the tingling sensations surging through her body. She ran her fingers through Alison's curly red hair, gently urging her on. As Nicola's hips began to buck in anticipation of orgasm, she reflected upon the future of Topless Cheerleaders Inc. "Alison, sweetheart," she murmured to her greedily guzzling lover, "you are going to make a fortune." END. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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