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 © 2002 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, so any similarity to real persons, events & institutions is pure coincidence.

Rick Stickler stepped down from the OB van and thought to himself, what a wonderful day for tits and ass. The spectacular late summer Californian morning was unfolding, and standing before the young man was two of the most beautiful women he'd even laid eyes on.

The first was a bubbly blonde with perhaps the biggest boobs that Rick had ever seen- and as a director for the TNA network, he'd seen a lot. The tits in question were straining inside the tight confines of a white t-shirt, tied in a knot to emphasize their overhang. The 44-inch cleavage pushing the shirt outwards almost made the words printed on it unreadable, but Rick could just about make out "Bikini Carwash Company."

Grinning, Rick eyed up those impressive knockers for a few moments before his eyes roamed down that heavenly body, skimming across a bare midriff with just a hint of puppyfat, lingering over cut-off denim shorts that almost left nothing to the imagination, and long, long legs. Finally, Rick glanced up to the face of the girl in question, and found himself staring into the face of a blue-eyed pixie, framed with blonde locks.

"Hi," she said, in a high-pitched voice that betrayed her bimbosity, "I'm Dizzy."

"You certainly are, sweetheart," Rick replied with a smirk. Dizzy, true to form, giggled.

Rick allowed himself to ogle the second girl. She seemed to be everything Dizzy was not. She was tall, at least as tall as Rick himself. Her hair was a raven-colored mane that fell to her shoulders. While Dizzy's body was soft and curvy, this girl was slim and lithe like a supermodel, with a hardness lurking behind those taunt muscles. Her boobs were small to the point of boyish, petite cones tipped with bullet-like nipples that made sizeable dents in her t-shirt. She, also, wore a cropped white tee that read "Bikini Carwash Company", and a pair of black shorts.

"Hello," she said in a throaty voice that promised nights of candle-lit seduction, "I'm Angel Monroe." Rick swallowed.

But there was one girl missing. Rick glanced at his clipboard. "Nicola Baron!" he called out, "Nicola Baron, where are you?"

"Coming!" called out a voice, a sexy Australian-accented voice. Rick turned to look at the wardrobe trailer to see the door swing open and Nicola make her way over toward him.

Rick's heart skipped a beat. Nicola Baron was one hell of a gorgeous starlet. Tall, very leggy, with blue eyes and chestnut-colored hair. She too was wearing a "Bikini Carwash Company" t-shirt, but she had cunningly altered hers, cutting it so short that the undersides of her boobs jutted out of its lower hem. A pink thong beautifully complimented the outfit. Enough of Nicola's stunning body was on display for Rick to tell that she had an all-over tan.

At the sight of Rick, Nicola burst into a grin and raised her right arm to wave at him. As she did so, her oh-so-short shirt raised a little, and Nicola's little brown right nipple peeked out at him. If Nicola noticed her exposure she didn't show it. Having greeted Rick, Nicola bounced down the trailer steps- 'bounced' being the operative word, as with every bound the starlet took her t-shirt would fly up and her luscious tits would leap out from beneath that hem. By the time Nicola had made her way over to him, Rick was grinning ear to ear.

"Hi," said Nicola, "I'm Nicola, but you can call me 'Knickers'." She had a delightful, husky Australian accent that made Rick think of topless babes on Bondi Beach.

"Well, Knickers, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm just going to love working with you," Rick replied. The starlet cast him sultry glances. With his babes all assembled, Rick turned to his crew and shouted, "OK, let's get this show on the road!"

Rick Stickler produced live TV shows for the TNA network. His last gig had been the World Strip Beach Volleyball Championships (USA beat Italy by 2 games and a single thong), and today he was going to produce a very special television event for the network.

A camera crew clustered around a fourth beauty who would be working today- Miss Kitten Magee, the busty co-host of "The Tony Moroni" show.

With a few moments to relax, Angela leaned over to Nicola and whispered savagely "I see you took the liberty of slutifying your costume."

"Hey, if you've got it, flaunt it," Nicola replied. Angela clenched her teeth. That Aussie bimbo always made her so mad!

The FM was giving Kitten a countdown. The gorgeous Miss Magee was dressed conservatively- for her at least- in a low cut business suit from which her 44-inch boobs threatened to burst out at any moment. The camera in front of her lingered on the tempting view of her cleavage.

"Hi, and welcome to the Sunshine Carwash in downtown Hollywood! I'm Kitten Magee, and I'm here on this beautiful morning to tell all you TNA viewers about a very special promotion we're running today. The brand new series of 'Bikini Carwash Company' starts next week on TNA, and we're all looking forward to that. To launch the show, we're having our own little bikini carwash down here today. For today only, bring your car down here and have it washed by our team of three lovely bikini carwash girls."

The program cut away to Nicola, Angela and Dizzy. The tasty trio winked, blew kisses, squeezed their boobs, and generally gave their audience a damn good excuse to get the car cleaned.

"So come on down to the Sunshine Carwash today, get your wheels pampered, and vote for your favorite carwash cutie to be in the draw to win a year's free subscription to the TNA channel."

With their brief intro over, the girls were free to relax until the carwash opened. Angela decided to make good use of the time, and dashed back to the wardrobe trailer. She grabbed a pair of scissors. It was time to modify her own costume! Angela stripped off the shirt and stood bare-breasted, staring at the garment and wondering what exactly needed to be done.

What to do? It had to beat what that bimbo Knickers had done to hers, meaning that Angela's had to be more daring, more revealing. She took the scissors and began to make savage cuts into the material, reduced the t-shirt to little more tattered strips.

Angela picked up the remaining scrap and proceeded to tie it around her petite but sexy frame. It was now little more than a halter top, with the knots forming two panels that barely concealed her pointy breasts. Delighted, she stepped out of the trailer.

Nicola wasn't wasting any time either. She was busy flirting with Rick. The handsome and rich young producer had naturally caught the eye of the lusty starlet.

"So," she purred, "I understand you asked for me personally on this job?"

"Oh, yes. My very good friend Scott Keen told me all about you, Knickers."

"Really?" Nicola replied. Her hand strayed to Rick's chest, and she began to stroke him gently. Rick's gaze shifted down to Nicola's charmingly stretched t-shirt. Although the white material wasn't wet (yet!), Nicola's dark brown nipples were visible. "And what did Scotty tell you about me?"

"He said that you, Dizzy and Angel made one hell of a team," said Rick, "and that you and Angel together were especially good clean fun."

Nicola smiled, remembering the last time that her, Dizzy and Angel had been together- working one of Scott Keen's infamous Hollywood parties. So word of her and Angela's relationship was getting around? Well that was just fine with her. As she'd learnt doing "The Tony Moroni" show, a good old-fashioned starlet feud could be good for her career.

As Nicola's mind was racing, Rick was still staring at her tits. His eyes caressed the swell of her cleavage as it emerged from the top of her t-shirt. Man, thought Rick, I can't wait to see those puppies dripping wet! This is going to be great!

The three starlets assembled down in the carwash, as the clock was ticking down to they went to air live. Dizzy was very excited about doing live TV, jumping up and down on the spot. "Ooooh, this is going to be great," the busty bimbo enthused. Her exertions proved too much for her t-shirt, and her impressive 44-inch boobs bounced out, much to the crew's delight. Dizzy giggled, and made an attempt to cram her hooters back inside her costume.

"So, Knickers," said Angela, crossing her arms against her nearly-bare chest, "what do you think the chances are that you'll be voted best girl in the carwash?"

"You fancy your chances, eh?" Nicola retorted. "You don't think people are going to wonder who that dark-haired boy is doing at a bikini carwash?"

Angela was furious. "OK, bitch, we'll settle this! How about a contest, whoever gets the most votes wins."

"Fine by me," Nicola replied. "Just tell me what embarrassing forfeit you want to do this time."

"Oooooh!" squealed Dizzy, "another contest! Can I be in on this one, please, please, please?"

"I don't mind," said Nicola. Angela shrugged. "I don't care if I lick both you big-boob bimbos."

"Yippee!" cried Dizzy, again losing control of her tits, "what are the stakes?"

A wicked smile crept across Angela's beautiful face. "Well, seeing as there's going to be two losers..."

"Yes?" Nicola asked, dreading the answer but not wanting to show any fear in front of her rival.

"They have to fuck. Right here in the carwash, on live TV."

Dizzy let out a squeal of glee. Nicola swallowed. Fuck another girl? On live TV? Nicola had done more than her fair share of muff-diving since arriving in Hollywood, but usually with her friend Jennifer, and never in front of such a huge audience. The thought of it made even the exhibitionist Nicola quail.

"What's the matter, Knickers?" crowed Angela with a wicked grin. "I'd've thought a slut like you would jump at the chance to get her leg over on live TV."

Now Nicola was cross! She thought of Angela, reluctantly bent over as Dizzy fucked her ass, a camera crew catching every moment of her humiliation. Brilliant!

"Come on, Knickers," added Dizzy, "it'll be fun."

"OK," replied Nicola, finding her resolve. "I'm in."

"Live in ten!" cried the floor manager. With the ten second countdown, the girls got very quickly into character. For Nicola and Angela, they changed into grinning, bouncing bimbos. Dizzy just acted like herself. The first car of the day - a Jaguar - pulled up. The three screen bunnies cavorted around, flashing broad grins at the lucky occupants.

"Hiiiii," squealed Dizzy, "welcome to the Bikini Carwash Company. I'm Dizzy!"

"I'm Knickers," said the gorgeous Aussie starlet, "here to serve!"

"And I'm," added Angela, pushing Nicola out of the way, "Angel. And I'm here to do whatever you want." She gave the Jag owner a sultry look, suggesting she was willing to buff more than just his bumper.

"I think a carwash will suffice... for now," he said with a wink.

And so the Bikini Carwash Company leapt into action. The PA system boomed out music. The girls danced around the car, doing their very best to wash it. They began by hosing it down, three jets of water cascading across the car. Angela gave Nicola a wicked smirk, and turned her hose on the adorable Aussie. Nicola squeaked- the water was cold! But she didn't react with fury. Instead, she glanced down at her chest. Nicola's now transparent white t-shirt hugged her 38-inch boobs, leaving very little to the imagination. This wasn't lost on the men inside the Jag, whose attention was now riveted on Nicola, or rather, Nicola's tasty tits. Nicola threw Angela a smug look, victorious at the prospect of the first vote going to her.

Angela jumped up and down, hoping Nicola would retaliate, even opening her arms wide to offer to pert breasts as a tempting target. A moment later, it was Angela's turn to yelp in surprise, as she got the soaking she desired, but from an unexpected direction. It was Dizzy who had turned her hose on the raven-haired beauty. Angela lost her temper, and squirted the giggling Dizzy.

A mistake! Now Dizzy's t-shirt was wet, sticking to her curvy body like paint. Dizzy's gorgeous boobs were beautifully showcased by the wet-shirt, and the carwashees were now staring open-mouthed at her.

It quickly degenerated into a three-way water fight, with the girls hosing each other down. Soaked to the skin, the three starlets were practically topless on live TV.

Finally- after some off-screen prompting from the FM- the girls grabbed buckets and sponges and clustered around the Jag. The view from inside was incredible- the sight of the three lovelies, pressing their luscious semi-naked bodies against the car. Nicola's tits squished against the driver's side window, Angela trying to match by pushing her own small hooters against the passenger's window, and Dizzy lying on the hood, her mammoths boobs covered in foam.

After a rinse- involving more squirting- the happy Jag driver and his friends pulled out of the carwash, farewelled by the three starlets waving after them. The Jag stopped at the gate, and the girls watched breathlessly as the driver leant out of the window to push a button on the voting machine. Who were they voting for? Dizzy, with her massive boobs? Nicola, with her charming smile and cute accent? Angela, with her slim, sexy figure? There was no way they could tell- only the audience at home could tell who was winning.

The next car drove up, a corvette. Again, the girls swung into action, swarming across the car, trying to catch the attention of the men inside by showing off their bodies, hoping to secure their vote. Angela crouched by the side of the car, making eye contact with the driver, and gently rubbing her ass against the bodywork as if using her shorts to buff the paint. Not to be outdone, Nicola took a shammy to the car's roof, pressing her boobs against the passenger's window. The 'vette owners friend was treated to the sight of the Aussie starlet's tits squashed against the glass, easily visible through the soaking wet material of her t-shirt.

But it was Dizzy who caught the boys' attention. She leaned over the corvette's hood and began to give it a vigorous buffing. The energetic circular motion caused her hooters to jiggle enticingly, and to the delight of the crowd, both breasts popped out their confinement. "Oppsy," said Dizzy with a smirk. She stood up, cupping her snowy boobs. The corvette's occupants stared open mouthed at her large pink aureoles, covered by nothing by a few wisps of foam. Dizzy giggled, delighting in the attention. She struck a few cheesecake poses for her fans, her bare tits still hanging out of the front of her shirt.

When the corvette finally pulled away, there was no guessing who they voted for.

The next car up was a black Pajero. Nicola decided it was time to follow Dizzy's lead. The driver was staring at her, delighting in the view of the dripping-wet girl cleaning his car. "Oh-no," Nicola announced, "my wash-cloth is falling apart!" She stood up, discarding the perfectly useable rag, and batted her blue eyes at the driver. She looked very appealing, standing on tiptoe so she could look into the 4WD's cab, the driver looking down on her tanned cleavage.

"Well, Mr. Pajero, do you have any ideas about what I could use to clean your car now?" As if to give him a hint, Nicola thrust her drenched chest toward him. The lucky object of Nicola's affections stroked his chin. "That t-shirt you got on ain't doing much of a job covering your tits. You could put it to much better use on my car."

"What a good idea!" Nicola squealed. Smiling at Mr. Pajero, Nicola crossed her arms across her chest and grasped the hem of the sopping material clinging to her boobs. In a single motion, the busty beauty pulled her shirt off, baring her breasts to her drooling fan. Silently, she congratulated herself on her performance as a bimbo. She shot Angela a smug look. Suck on that!

The raven-haired beauty was not amused; she was now the only one of the girls who wasn't topless. Dizzy's mammoth hooters were swinging free, her erect nipples brushing against the 4WD's body. How could she compete with those overripe cantaloupes? She had to think of something, and quick.

A Lexus rolled in. Once again, the trio of busty bimbos enthusiastically jumped into action, all smiles and bouncing boobs. The TV cameras clustered around them, catching their glistening bodies from all directions.

Nicola was in seventh heaven. Since she had arrived in Hollywood, the busty Aussie beauty had developed a real exhibitionist streak, and cavorting half naked around a carwash, her boobs soaking wet, was just the sort of thing she loved to do. Nicola closed her eyes, letting the throbbing beat of the music take over. Mopping the remains of her t-shirt across the top of the Lexus, Nicola pressed her bare boobs against the driver's window.

Suddenly, Nicola could hear a buzzing noise, accompanied by the strangest sensation in her breasts. Nicola quickly realized what was going on- the driver was winding his window down, and the slippery glass was sliding down against her flesh. Without anything to press against anymore, Nicola's tits popped forward, and she guessed they were now inside the car staring the driver in the face. She soon found it hard to concentrate on cleaning the Lexus's roof with the unmistakable feeling of someone tweaking her nipples, electric flashes of pleasure pulsing through her drenched boobs. The starlet closed her eyes and let out a moan.

Angela, slithering across the Lexus's hood in an attempt to draw the occupant's attention to her cleavage, noticed what was going on. That little Aussie bimbo was playing dirty now!

The naughty fingers working away at Nicola's tits were replaced by a wet, slurping pair of lips. Nicola almost squealed out in desire. She rubbed her crotch against the Lexus's door as if she was fucking the car itself.

"Slut," Angela murmured, loud enough for Nicola to hear. She ignored the bitchy beauty. Nicola was enjoying herself far too much to worry about her rival.

All too soon, the Lexus's time was up, and the skilful lips reluctantly disengaged from Nicola's very excited nipple. She gave the car a wave goodbye as it pulled out of the carwash.

It was time to take a break. Nicola and Dizzy, laughing together, went to their trailer to get a drink. Angela cast them a spiteful look. All around them the rest of the crew were also taking a breather. Apart from all the TV production crew, Angela noticed one guy sitting on his own about to eat a sandwich. Tall, skinny, nerdy-looking guy with glasses and bad acne. A smile spread across Angela's ruby-red lips as she realized this was her chance to win the bet.

Angela strode towards the man like a model down a catwalk. He noticed her, and stared open mouthed at the beauty as she smiled seductively.

"Why, hello there handsome," she breathed. Nervous, he swallowed. "Um, hi," he stuttered in reply. His eyes kept flicking down to ogle Angela's boobs, barely contained by her wet t-shirt. "I'm Dwayne," he murmured. Angela sat down opposite Dwayne, and leaned forward, pushing her small but pert breasts out to give him a better view. "A pleasure to meet you, Dwayne," she replied. Angela didn't bother to introduce herself. She was, after all, a star, so Dwayne Nobody should recognize the Angela Monroe when he's looking her in the tits.

"I bet a big, strong man like you must have an important job on the set," said Angela. Her eyes sparkled with feigned interest. "Well, I'm really just the computer technician," Dwayne replied with a shrug. "Really? Wow, how exciting!" Angela gushed. She reached out and began to stroke Dwayne's arm. "What exactly does that involve?"

"Not much. I just run the electronic scoreboard out there."

Angela gave Dwayne her sexiest smile, and he replied with a dopey, buck-toothed grin. This is what she needed to give her the edge!

"Actually," added Dwayne, finding a little more confidence, "there's not much to it. Just make sure it records and totals the votes of everyone who leaves the carwash, and doesn't do anything stupid, like add the votes to the wrong girl." He ended in a braying yawl that Angela guessed was supposed to be laughter. She gave the smallest of smiles in return.

Angela's hand switched from caressing Dwayne's arm to his leg. He gave a start and began to blush. Now she had him right where she wanted him! Further up his leg her fingers wandered, until at last her hand was gently caressing his bulging crotch.

"Dwayne," she whispered in a husky voice calculated to get him hot, "do you like my boobs?"

"Oh yes," Dwayne replied.

"You can touch them if you want." The geeky technician reached out and laid his hands on Angela's damp cleavage. She faked a lustful gasp. Slowly, Dwayne's hands made small circles around Angela's petite boobs, tugging on her nipples.

"Dwayne, now that we're such good friends, perhaps you could do a little favor for me?"

"Anything," Dwayne murmured, his attention firmly fixed on the bare breasts he was busy groping.

"Would you be able to fix the computer so that all the votes are added to my total?"

Shocked, Dwayne paused in mid-grope. "But that would be cheating!"

Angela tugged down Dwayne's zipper. "Cheating is such an ugly word," she pouted, "I prefer to think of it as helping out a friend." She thrust her hand into Dwayne's crotch. Her cool fingers made contact with his throbbing cock, gently drawing it out of his underwear. Angela's earlier attentions had already made Dwayne very excited, and the tip of his dick glistened with desire. "You are my friend, aren't you Dwayne?" she asked.

The poor young nerd was going out of his mind with lust. Never had he had a woman as gorgeous as this tickling his pickle. Right now he was ready to grant her anything she wanted. "Yes!" he cried, "Anything you want, you got it!"

Angela smiled. Bingo! She licked her lips, and bent her head down toward Dwayne's red-hot cock. Time to give her little lapdog his treat.

"Wait," Dwayne stammered. Angela looked up at him annoyed. What did he want now, for God's sake? Couldn't he just shut up and let her suck his dick so she could get on with whipping that bimbo Nicola Baron? "I need to know-" Dwayne tried to ask her.

"Oh shut up," an irritated Angela barked. Dwayne stared at her. "Um, I mean, not now, my sweet," Angela hurriedly corrected herself. Dwayne opened his mouth to reply, but words failed him. A pair of ruby-red lips slipped around his penis, and all Dwayne was conscious of now was the raven-haired beauty beavering away at his crotch.

Angela was probably not quite as proficient as Nicola when in came to pleasuring men with her mouth, but she was a Hollywood starlet nevertheless and more than capable of giving decent head. In a situation like this, when she was giving her all to get her own way, the bitchy beauty could give one hell of a blowjob. Dwayne closed his eyes and was carried away on a sea of pleasure as Angela noisily slurped away on his dick. Up and down her head bobbed, saliva and semen mixing to thoroughly lubricated Dwayne's very lucky nob. After a short time, the bespectacled geek shot his load into Angela's hot mouth. Normally not a swallower, Angela gulped it down anyway, eager to get back to the carwash.

Angela stood up, waving away the strands of drool that still connected her mouth to Dwayne's cock. "Don't forget," she said in businesslike manner, "all the votes go to me."

Dwayne, grinning like an idiot, was still slumped back in post-fellatio stupor. "Wait," he said, "I don't even know-"

But it was too late. The ice-princess had turned on her heel and marched out, heading back to the carwash. Dwayne let out a sigh and went back to his workstation.

Angela triumphantly swaggered back out into the lot, where Nicola and Dizzy were already working on another car. The driver was leaning out of his window, drooling over Nicola's bare boobs. The grinning Aussie starlet was, of course, making sure he got a fine view of her assets.

"That sure is a nice rack you got yourself there," he drawled.

"Why, thank-you," Nicola replied. She leaned closer to the window, her luscious tits inches away from him lips.

Angela shook her head at the sight. As she walked past the starlet, Angela gave her a slight push. Nicola fell forward, pushing her boobs into the lucky driver's face.

"Opps," she said. He simply smiled and replied, "No problemo!"

Nicola loved every minute of the attention being heaped on her. Spending a day bouncing around a carwash wet and half-naked was her idea of a job, displaying her charms for all to see. Now this was modeling! She would smile chastely as the male carwashees complimented her on her breasts. If a hand reached out to stroke her legs, or grope her boobs, Nicola would feign shock, striking a delightful pose for the TV cameras. The constant flow of leering men and physical contact was making her very aroused.

For her part, Angela took the rest of the day in her stride. Knowing that Dwayne had rigged the voting, she no longer had to overact to get anyone's attention. Angela simply left her top on, smiled and was polite, but otherwise left the sexual antics to Nicola and Dizzy. And why not? Dizzy soaking her tits with sudsy water was only going to secure votes for Angela. Nicola laughing as a hand snaked out of a cab and tweaked her nipple was only get to bring Angela victory. For once, she was finally going to get one over on that Aussie bimbo.

During another break in the action, Rick came down from the OB van control room to talk to the girls. "I hear the three of you have got a little competition going on. I want to hear about it."

The starlets stood embarrassed, like three schoolgirls caught out in a naughty prank and hauled before the principal. "It's only a little fun," Dizzy mumbled. "A friendly contest. Whoever gets the most votes wins."

"And what does the losers get?" demanded Rick. He'd heard all about their hi-jinx before.

"They have to have sex live on camera," Nicola admitted. Suddenly, Rick's stern demeanor vanished and he grinned. "What a great idea!"

"You're not mad?" Angela asked. "Hell no!" Rick cried. "It's a great publicity stunt. I gotta hand it you girls, you've got boobs and brains. Tell you what, when we come back, we'll do a link telling the viewers all about your little game. Really sell it to them. OK?"

"You betcha boss!" Dizzy squealed. "Will do!" cried Nicola. Angela smirked. "You can count on me."

Anyone tuning in to the TNA network would have greeted with the sight of three tasty starlets: a tall, busty brunette, her tanned tits bare; a bubbly blonde with enormous boobs hanging out of her t-shirt; and a slim, raven-haired temptress whose wet t-shirt clung to her small breasts like a second skin.

"Come on down to the Sunshine Carwash and get your car washed by me, Dizzy!"

"Or better still," said Angela, elbowing her aside, "by me, Angel." She licked her lips.

"Come on down, and vote for your favorite starlet," said Nicola. "And remember to stick around for the final score."

"Yeah," Angela interrupted, "you'll want to see what happens when these two lose out to me."

"You mean me," interjected Dizzy, using her massive boobs to push Angela aside. To the viewer at home, it looked like they were playing up the rivalry for the cameras.

"At the end of the day," said Nicola, "the two girls with the least amount of votes will get it on, right here live on TNA."

"That's right folks," Angela butted in again, not wanting to lose the limelight for so much as a second. "Vote for me, and you can watch these two big boob bimbos screwing their little brains out for your viewing pleasure."

Before the action could get a little rougher, Rick cut back to 'the hostess with the mostest (except when it comes to clothes when she's the hostess with the leastest)' Kitten Magee.

"Well," the busty beauty breathlessly exclaimed, "it's looks like things are really hotting up here down at the Sunshine Carwash. So if you want to get a front row seat, come on down and join in the fun."

The girls were soon back to 'washing cars', or rather, finding more and more outrageous ways to show their bodies off to the drivers in hopes that they would vote for them. Nicola's body, slick with water, had been well and truly groped. The smiling starlet invited every man through the gates to squeeze her bare boobs, or pat her thong-covered ass. Nicola was enjoying herself so much she almost forgot she was in contest with Angela- almost. She shot a glance over at her rival, on the otherside of the Mustang they were washing. Angela had a curious smile on her lips. She was leaning over the passenger's side window, tempting him with views of her pert boobs. But something wasn't right... Angela wasn't giving it her all, and her t-shirt, while soaking wet and clinging to her slim body, hadn't been discarded like Nicola and Dizzy's. Nicola frowned. The bitchy beauty was up to something! But what...?

Nicola switched her attention to Dizzy. Giggling her little heart out, the bubbly blonde was using her massive tits to wipe down the windscreen, rubbing her chest against the glass in lazy circles. Of course, Nicola was in competition with Dizzy, too, but the busty bimbo was having so much fun she probably didn't care.

It was getting late in the day. Soon it would be time for scoring to stop and the announcement of who of the three starlets had won, and which two would get to know each other a whole lot better before a crowd of cheering men.

The last car of the day rolled into the Sunshine Carwash, a very dirty pick-up truck that looked like it did actually need to be cleaned. The driver, a bearded hillbilly, leaned out the window and leered at the starlets. "Oooh-weee! Looks like old Jed here came to get his ann-u-el carwash on just the right day."

Dizzy stepped up to the driver's window with a delicious bounce of her bare boobs. "Howdy, Jed! Welcome to the Sunshine Carwash. I'm Dizzy, and I'm here to make sure you enjoy your carwashing experience to the full."

Not to be outdone, Nicola thrust her head and upper body through the passenger's side window. Her tits hung over the inside of the truck's cab. "I'm Knickers. Jed, I'm sure you'll really appreciate my buffing technique." She winked suggestively, and Jed howled with laughter.

Angela gave a wry smile. She enjoyed the sight of Nicola making a total slut of herself, all the while not realizing that her efforts would come to nothing. Thanks to Dwayne, Angela had this little contest all sewn up. So, she might as well have a little fun with that little Aussie bimbo.

"Hello Jed," purred Angela, as she sidled up to the passenger window mext to Nicola, "I'm Angel. Would you like me to put on a little show for you Jed?"

"Ah sure would!" the old hillbilly cried. Angela licked her lips. "I'd bet you'd like to see some hot, wet naked starlet flesh." As she spoke, she ran her hands down her near-naked body, emphasizing her sleek curves. Jed nodded enthusiastically.

"OK Jed," said Angela stepping back from the cab. She grasped the straps of her t-shirt/haltertop, tugging on them as if about to rip the garment away and finally bare her tits to old Jed. "Get ready, cos here I come."

However, instead of tearing off her own clothes, Angela leapt forward and grabbed the back of Nicola's thong. She yanked hard on the thin strip of pink material and Nicola let out a gasp as her bikini bottoms slipped between her pussy lips and rubbed against her clitoris. With a snap the material gave way, and Angela ripped away Nicola's last remaining piece of clothing.

Nicola stood in the middle of the carwash wet, naked and more than a little surprised. Angela smirked, victoriously holding the trophy over her head. A burst of laughter and applause rippled through the onlookers. Nicola blushed as her bare ass was beamed across the country via TNA. She'd meant to put on a show at the carwash but not like this!

Nicola recovered from the shock of her unexpected strip quickly. If Angela hoped this would ruin her chances of winning she was dead wrong! The adorable Aussie coquettishly batted her eyes at her audience, turning her body slightly to show more of her exposed muff to the cameras. Wearing nothing but a smile and a light covering of foam, Nicola turned to Jed.

"Well, Jed I guess *my* unlucky day just happens to be *your* lucky day!" Everyone laughed at her little joke, but Nicola still had more. The nude starlet flashed a glance at Angela and added, "I guess my friend here thought you'd enjoy seeing me naked more than herself. Who am I to argue with that?" Everyone applauded, enjoying her little performance.

Angela clenched her teeth in anger. Nicola always had a knack of turning bad situations in her favor! Well, she can joke all she want. No matter how Jed votes, she was going to win. And then Nicola can save her little jokes for when her and Dizzy are eating each other on live TV!

"Wow, that was some finale!" Kitten gushed into the camera. "Knickers Baron is one starlet who knows just how to please her fans! That's the last lucky guy to be 'serviced' by the girls here at the Sunshine Carwash Company. You be sure to stay tuned when he come back, to find out which gorgeous girl has been voted hottest carwash chick, and see which two unlucky losers will be putting on a very steamy lesbian show right here before our cameras."

The program broke for commercial. Everyone milled around anxious to hear the results. Nicola's stomach turned butterflies. Would she beat Angela?

For her part, Angela was more than confident of success. She glanced in Dwayne's direction, and the nerd threw her thumbs up. But suddenly, Angela had doubts. She'd had Nicola right where she wanted her before, broken and humiliated, but somehow things always turned out in the Aussie starlet's favor. Would today be any different? She made her way over to Dwayne and whispered, "Are you sure everything is fixed?"

"Absolutely!" Dwayne gave a buck-toothed grin. "I had the voting totally rigged! No matter which of the three buttons the drivers pushed on the way out, their votes went to your score!"

Angela was satisfied. They were back from commercial. Rick emerged from the OB van clutching a print-out. There was a murmur of expectation through the crowd. Nicola was nervous. Dizzy was grinning with excitement. Angela, of course, knew the outcome. Rick handed the print-out to Kitten. She held the microphone to her lips. "And the winner is, by an overwhelming margin..."

"Don't worry," Dwayne whispered. "You've got this in the bag, Miss Clay."

Angela's victorious smile fell. "WHAT?" she roared.

"Dizzy Clay!" cried Kitten. Angela turned furiously on Dwayne. "You moron! You don't even know my name?!"

"I won I won!" squealed Dizzy. She jumped up and down, clapping her hands, her mammoth boobs flying in all directions.

"I'm sorry!" Dwayne stammered. "I wasn't sure who you were. I knew you weren't Nicola Baron, *everyone* knows who Nicola Baron is, but..."

Angela couldn't be bothered listening to him anymore. She turned to make a discreet exit from the carwash before anyone spotted her.

But Nicola had spied her. Smiling to herself, the naked beauty jumped up onto the back of Jed's pickup, still parked in the center of the carwash. "Oh, Angela!" she called out. "Haven't you forgotten something?"

The raven-haired beauty froze. All eyes turned to her. With a defiant toss of her hair, she turned around to face what was coming.

Nicola stretched out her hand and beckoned to her adversary. "C'mon, baby. Come and get some lovin'."

A ripple of laughter pulsed through the crowd. Angela flushed. There was no backing out. Trying to retain her regal bearing, the ice princess marched back through the crowd, ignoring the hands that patting her on the ass as she made her way up onto the back of the pick-up truck.

Nicola, her gallant beau, offered her a hand up, and with a smoldering look of anger Angela took it, hauling herself up. The two starlets stood face-to-face, Angela just a little taller than Nicola, whose jutting boobs pushed out toward Angela's petite bust.

"Let's just get this over with," Angela murmured through clenched teeth. Nicola smiled. She was going to enjoy this on oh-so many levels! "Oh, sweetie," she said, playing it to the audience of cameras and onlookers, "you're so over dressed. No need to be modest with a bod as hot as yours."

Nicola reached up, grasping the front of Angela's soaking t-shirt. The starlet flinched but made no attempt to stop her. With a tearing sound, Nicola ripped it off, tossing it to the crowd to great applause. Finally, Angela's boobs were bared, her perky breasts standing proud and firm on her chest.
Nicola didn't stop there. Her delicate hands slid down Angela's smooth stomach, deftly undoing the button on her shorts. Slowly, Nicola lowered Angela's pants, gliding then down her long legs. She was amazed to see Angela so compliant, allowing the gorgeous Aussie strip her with little more than a protest. But Angela had no choice.

Nicola stepped back for a moment and ogled the naked starlet. Her muscles glistened in the late afternoon sun, her lustrous skin still damp from the soaking the starlets had been getting all day. Nicola could tell Angela was embarrassed and angry at the performance she had to put on, but to her credit she retained her usual haughty, regal demeanor. She stood with her hands on her shapely hips, a somewhat defiant model's pose, her taunt body as tight as a coiled spring.

Nicola drank in the sight, her eyes greedily devouring every inch of Angela's physique, flicking from her well-trimmed black muff up to her small pert tits. Hers was more than just the professional gaze of one starlet eyeing up another. Since her arrival in Hollywood, Nicola had had several girl-on-girl adventures. Now she was about to add the sexy, if bitchy, Angela Monroe to her tally of pussy!

The reluctant Angela fell into Nicola's arms. Their naked bodies squirmed against each other, boobs against boobs and pussy against pussy.

Their naked bodies had been this close before, when they had oil wrestled on "The Tony Moroni" show. Then, Angela had pushed Nicola away the moment there was a spark between them. This time, though, she had no choice but to wrap her arms around the naked Aussie starlet and pull her closer.

Nicola relished the opportunity to become the dominant lover, taking the upper hand as the mortified Angela obediently let her do whatever was necessary to get this display over. Nicola planted her lips over Angela's in an openmouthed kiss, and the raven-haired beauty dutifully responded, letting Nicola slip her tongue inside to explore her willing mouth.

Angela tried to block out the crowd around them, tried to forget they were making out on the back of a pickup truck, surrounded by scores of drooling onlookers and a camera crew beaming the action out to thousands more. Nicola, however, did the opposite. She let her exhibitionist streak take hold of her. She performed for the audience- every moan, every wiggle, every lick was calculated to drive them wild. Nicola saw nothing odd in this, her extroverted sexual antics being a natural extension of her modeling and acting.

The starlets continued to enthusiastically make out. Finally, Nicola broke the kiss and the couple gasped for air. Nicola, panting with lust, maneuvered her co-star on the back of the pickup, laying her on her back. Then she positioned herself in a 69, her knees on either side of Angela's head, her face inches from Angela's crotch.

"Just do it!" Angela hissed. Nicola cast a glance back over her shoulder and smirked. "Hold your horses you horny slut." Angela didn't reply but silently fumed. Was Angela just putting on a show, or was she genuinely turned on? Nicola could certainly feel the heat wafting from her pussy.

Slowly, Nicola lowered herself onto Angela. Their bodies met with a sigh of anticipation shared with their excited audience. Nicola's tongue eagerly began to work away at Angela's pussy. The ice princess's clitoris was bathed with hot, wet strokes from her Aussie rival. She could feel her body quivering with every lick. If Angela started with the greatest of reluctance she was sure enjoying it now.

Angela, for her part, was French-kissing Nicola's pussy willingly if somewhat inexpertly. Nicola gave a wiggle of her hips, grinding her crotch into Angela's face, trying to encourage her to delve deeper into her hot pink pussy.

From between Nicola's thighs, Angela began to moan, letting out great long gasps of pleasure. Nicola suspected they were not authentic, but instead Angela was now trying her game, playing to the crowd. Not to be outdone, Nicola joined in, whining in ecstasy with every lick against her clit. Soon the two starlets had found a whole new arena for them to compete in, as they let out a cacophony of groans, grunts and squeals of sexual delight, much to the audience's delight.

After a short time of writhing away at each other's crotches, Nicola's performance was becoming less forced and more real. The adorable Aussie was squealing like a pig as she fucked Angela. Not wanted to come just yet, Nicola disengaged her face from Angela's crotch. She pulled away from Angela, who seemed a little annoyed that her morsel had been taken away from her, and repositioned herself so that the couple was face to face again.

With a wiggle of their hips, the girls maneuvered their crotches together, joining in a pussy-kiss. Slowly, they began to grind away, clit against clit. All the while the two rivals embraced, staring into each other's eyes.

Nicola could feel the muscles in her abdomen begin to ripple with the powerful orgasm building inside her. Angela was still staring at her, eyeing her up, as if their latest contest was who was going to hold out the longest. It was one contest Nicola was happy to lose.

The Aussie starlet threw her head back and let out a long groan of pleasure. She came, spilling her juices onto Angela's cunt and down her sleek thigh. Carried away on a wave of pleasure, Nicola didn't notice if Angela orgasmed too or not.

Her head spinning, Nicola gradually climbed down from her post-fuck high, and oriented herself. She was lying on the back of a pickup truck in the middle of a carwash, surrounded by her cheering fans. Angela stood next to her, wiping away Nicola's love slime coating her lower body.

"Ugh," Angela murmured. "Next time use a condom, slut."

Nicola stood up, and gave a toss of her chestnut-colored mane of hair. Ignoring her, Angela got down from the truck and strode toward the wardrobe trailer. She'd had made a mistake- walking away from the spotlight. Nicola smirked to herself. Now she could bask it in on her own. Nicola posed for her fans as flashbulbs popped all around her, capturing her naked body from every angle. Hands reached up to pass her pen and paper for an autograph. A few hands reached up just to grope her. Grinning, Nicola waggled her finger at them, but otherwise the gorgeous Aussie starlet didn't mind. She was a star, and the center of attention.

She realized with a wry smile that even though they'd just made love, her rivalry with Angela was only going to get more intense.

END.