Title: Knickers Down in Acapulco Author: Knickers Universe: Nicola Adventures Keywords: MF, MMMMF, exhib, interr Summary: Robbie is a bellboy at a resort in Acapulco. His dreams come true when his favorite B-movie actress Nicola Baron checks in for a hoilday. 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. 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. Author's note: 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. Bikini Stewardesses Go Mile High 5. Hollywood Party Hostesses 6. Nicola: Live & Uncensored 7. Nicola Gets A Woody 8. Bikini Christmas Carol 9. Sex Kitten 10. Best in Show 11. Knickers Down in Acapulco <- Please don't email me asking for the other stories. Visit the website at /~knickers . As well as all the episodes, you'll find author's notes, reader feedback, and some extra goodies that will be coming soon. Feel free to drop me a line, but please keep it relevant to this story, positive or negative. I'm sarah7932_cutthisbit@yahoo.co.uk Knickers Down in Acapulco (MF MMMMF exhib interr) Nicola leaned over the handsome young Hispanic man, her tits threatening to pop out of her bikini top. The string that held that top in place dangled inticingly before him. Beyond temptation, he reached up and grasped it, gently sliding it loose. The gorgeous Aussie starlet brought her ruby-red lips close to his face and murmured softly, "Robbie, Robbie." Robbie smiled, looking up into those deep blue eyes. "Yes, my love, what is it?" "Robbie, you really shouldn't be sleeping on the job." Robbie opened his eyes. Of course, there was no near-naked starlet standing over him, just Carlito. "If Mr. Hardwicke catches you asleep in the breakroom he'll fire you." "I'm not afraid of him," Robbie replied sulkily. He sat up, casually trying to hide the erection he'd sprouted from yet- another daydream about his favorite b-movie actress Nicola Baron. Thankfully he was wearing his uniform, a loose-fitting pair of blue trousers and jacket made from cotton so light they felt more like pyjamas. "And aren't you on duty right now?" Carlito asked pointedly. Robbie grumbled. He was none too fond of his job. The nineteen year old was a bellboy at the Paradise Beach Hotel, Acapulco. He spent most of his time waiting hand and foot on wealthy American tourists. Hence his spare time was reserved for fantasizing about a certain model Robbie had an affection for. About two months ago Robbie had been browsing in the local video store when one tape caught his eye. Entitled "Bikini Bandits", it had featured Robbie's favorite theme of beautiful young women running around in various states of undress. One in particular had enchanted him, a gorgeous Australian actress named Nicola Baron. That night Robbie had scoured the internet for information on her, and found several fansites devoted to the starlet. Soon he was an ardent fan himself. But lately Robbie was beginning to wonder if his fandom was turning into obsession. He was daydreaming about her at work. Was he starting to go too far? Even now, sitting in the breakroom wideawake, he thought he could hear her voice: that sensuous, husky Australian accent, followed by her charming laugh. Robbie stopped. That wasn't his imagination- it *was* her voice. Robbie threw open the breakroom door and peered down the hall toward reception. Mr. Hardwicke was working the front desk, his weaselly little face twisted into an obsequious smile. Robbie looked over to the vision of loveliness standing opposite him. His jaw dropped. She couldn't be more than twenty years old. Her blue eyes sparkled. She had long chestnut colored hair that framed her pretty face and fell to her shapely shoulders. She was casually dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt, which was stretched to contained her impressive chest. The top of the shirt was cut awfully low, showing plenty of her tanned cleavage. Robbie could see she wasn't wearing a bra, and her dark areolas were visible beneath the white material. Could it be? thought Robbie. Is it really her? "Roberto!" Mr. Hardwicke barked. "Service!" Robbie blinked and stepped forward. "Yes sir, Mr. Hardwicke?" "Please take Ms. Baron's luggage up to room 777." He handed him the key. Robbie took it as if in a daze. Ms. Baron? It was her! The one and only Nicola Baron! Obviously Mr. Hardwicke had no idea who she was. To him she was just another guest, but to Robbie she was a real live star, standing just a few feet away. Mr. Hardwicke snapped his fingers at Robbie. "Look lively Roberto!" Robbie quickly awoke from his trance. The gorgeous Australian model flashed him her trademark toothsome smile. Robbie stared into those sparkling blue eyes and gave a dopey grin in reply. "This way, por favor." The pair stood in the elevator. Robbie couldn't help his eyes wandering across to the woman standing next to him. She met his glances with a curious smile. Robbie blushed and looked away. The elevator stopped and they walked down the hall, Robbie leading the way. His heart beat roared in his ears, and every step felt like an eternity. Robbie was so aware of the close proximity of her body right behind him, radiating an aura of sexual desirability. Robbie's cock began to dent his trousers. They arrived at Nicola's room. Robbie unlocked the door and led her in. She stepped into the plush suite, brushing exquisitely close past him. Robbie watched as she moved gracefully toward the balcony, admiring the spectacular view of the Pacific Ocean. "Wow, it's gorgeous!" exclaimed Nicola. Standing behind her, Robbie's eyes were firmly on her shapely behind, squeezed into those too-tight jeans. "Oh, si," he breathed. Nicola turned around and gave him a inquisitive but friendly look. Robbie's eyes flicked back up to her face and he chastised himself for leering at her. He tried to slip into professional mode, and began by giving her his usual spiel about the facilities. "You have a mini-bar here, stocked with a wide range of liqueurs and beverages. Satellite TV, plus the in-house movie channels. They're all free, although there is a surcharge for any adult movies." Inwardly Robbie groaned as he realized he had just told Nicola Baron she'd have to pay extra for any porn she wanted to watch. However she just nodded politely and he carried on. "Through here, ensuite bathroom, including whirlpool bath. Here's a card that details all the hotel services, in-room dining, laundry & dry-cleaning, shoe-shine. The rest of the hotel's facilities include a fully equipped gym with trainers on hand, tennis courts, golf course, Olympic swimming pool, discotheque, video arcade. Breakfast is served from 7 am to 11, lunch from 11.30 am to 1.30 pm, and dinner from 7 pm till late, with light meals available at other times." "Thank-you. I always seem to have problems when I'm in a hotel," Nicola replied with a smirk. Not knowing what she meant, Robbie gave a slight cough. "Um, I just wanted to ask you. Are you, ah, *the* Nicola Baron, the actress?" Nicola gave a broad grin. "Why, yes! You're seen my movies?" "Si, yes," Robbie replied. "Actually, I'm quite a fan." "This is great!" Nicola enthused. "I don't get to meet many fans!" She stepped closer to Robbie. The bellboy couldn't help himself, against his will his eyes wandered down to the impressive swell of her bosom as it bulged out of her t-shirt. If Nicola was angry with Robbie for staring at her cleavage she didn't show it, and as Robbie's gaze flicked back between her face and her tits, she smiled at him sweetly. "So you like watching my movies, huh?" Nicola asked. Robbie blushed. "Si, I watch them, and I check out the websites and that sort of thing." Nicola's eyes lit up. "There are websites on me on the internet? Wow! You've got to show them to me sometime." "Sure," Robbie replied. "Any time, just dial 0, and ask for me, and I can bring a computer up to your room." Nicola rummaged in her purse and produced a five dollar bill. "Thank-you, Roberto," she said, reading his name tag. Robbie beamed. "Please, call me Robbie." "Oh, well then Robbie, you must call me Knickers." Knickers? Robbie's heart skipped a beat. He'd read on one site a rumor that Nicola was known to her friends as Knickers. "Well, adios Ms. Knickers," he grinned and left. Robbie was just making his way down the hall, smiling to himself at what just happened, when a large shadow loomed in front of him. Robbie looked up to see two large, lumpy figures blocking his way. "Um, hi Chad," Robbie said. Yesterday a group of American college boys had booked into the hotel, a quartet of clean- cut, fresh-faced, frat brothers named Brad, Chad, Rad and Tad. Robbie had been seized by an ill-advised sense of camaraderie and, as he helped take their bags up to their suite, he'd made a stupid attempt to insinuate himself into their exclusive little group. This had involved boasting to the boys that he'd be able to secure some "entertainment" for the big party they were planning. Now he regretted it. "I'm Brad, he's Chad," the ringleader growled. "Just thought I'd remind you, Tad's birthday party is tomorrow night and you promised to recruit some of the local talent to welcome him to the big two-oh." "Yeah," added Chad. Another blonde-haired, blue-eyed all-American college boy appeared behind Robbie. Towering over him, he placed a meaty paw on the bellboy's shoulder. Brad grinned evilly. "Rad here will be awfully displeased if you let Tad down, won't you Rad?" The man-mountain Rad didn't reply. Chad added, "Yeah." Robbie quavered under their malevolent gazes but tried not to sound frightened. In reality, Robbie knew exactly as many hookers as he did astronauts, lion tamers, and bikini quantity surveyors: none. But he shrugged and said "Sure thing guys. Won't let you down." Brad stepped aside, letting Robbie past. "See that you don't," he replied. "Yeah!" chimed in Chad. Robbie nodded, and scuttled past the trio. Later, after Robbie had done more work around the hotel, he put his feet up in the breakroom again, trying to forget his run in with Brad, Chad and Rad, and mull over his chance encounter with the delectable Knickers. So it was true that Nicola Baron's nickname was Knickers? Robbie hadn't believed Rizla when he told him that. Rizla's website listed lots of other rumors about the gorgeous Aussie starlet- rumors about her love of exhibitionism, about wild Hollywood sex parties, about Nicola being more than willing to put out. Could they be true too? Robbie's mind was still unravelling the possibilities when rat-faced Mr. Hardwicke entered the breakroom. Robbie jumped to his feet. "Roberto," he snapped (Hardwicke always snapped at the Mexican staff members), "Ms. Baron in 777 wants you to bring a computer up to her room." Robbie scrambled to the door, pleasantly surprised that Nicola did indeed want to check out her own fansites. He rushed past Mr. Hardwicke and down to IT Services to check out a computer for her. Humming to himself, Robbie wheeled the computer trolley up to Nicola's room and knocked on the door. There was no answer. Robbie knocked again. "Hola, Ms. Knickers?" Still no reply. Robbie was a little disappointed, she must've gone out. At least he could set it up for her when she comes back. Robbie let himself into the room with his passkey. He located the T3 connection on the writing desk and was plugging in the cable when he heard a voice calling from the bathroom. "Robbie? Is that you?" Robbie nearly jumped for joy. She was still here, he hadn't missed her! "Si Ms. Knickers," he replied. "I'm just setting up your computer." "OK. I'm just getting out of the shower. I'll be there in a minute." Robbie booted up the computer. Hearing Nicola enter, he turned to look upon that vision of absolute loveliness. The gorgeous model was dressed in nothing but a towel, looking like she'd just stepped out of one of her movies. Robbie stifled a gasp. He knew that b-movies were just male fantasies, and the sexy hi-jinx that went on in them never went on in real life, but as he watched her Robbie could almost imagine that they did. Nicola stood almost as if posing, combing out her long, wet hair. The towel was tucked just above her boobs, and came down barely an inch below her crotch, proudly displaying Nicola's sleek, tanned legs. Her arms, shoulders and upper chest right down to just above her nipples were also bare, glistening with droplets of water. The towel flapped a little as she moved, revealing even more of her thighs. Embarrassed, Robbie turned away, keeping his eyes firmly glued to the computer screen. "Oooh, I'm so excited," Nicola purred. "Having fans on the internet makes me feel like a real star." "You are a real star," said Robbie. Nicola smiled at him. "You're sweet," she replied. Nicola grabbed a chair and scooted up to the desk next to Robbie. Once again he became aware of her body so close to him, and the intoxicating shower-fresh scent of the beautiful Australian actress mixed with the salty tang of the Pacific drifting through the open bay window. Her bare shoulder pressed against his, and Robbie breathlessly realized that he was actually touching Nicola Baron's moist, naked body. Trying hard to seem relaxed, Robbie typed in the URL of Rizla's site. The hotel's connection was much faster than his own at home, and in a heart beat Robbie realized he'd made a faux pas. Quicker than he thought possible the screen began to fill with nude pictures of Nicola. Robbie froze. Stupid, stupid! He hadn't thought through what he was doing! She was sitting right next to him! What would she think? "Wow," said Nicola. "This is really neat!" She craned forward to get a better view of the screen. The starlet was wide-eyed. "Look at all those pictures of me!" "Uh, yeah," Robbie replied. He wasn't quite sure what to say. She was OK with this? "This is Rizla's site, probably the biggest on the net." "How did you find it?" Nicola asked. Robbie shrugged. "I typed your name into a search engine and up it popped." Nicola smiled as she watched the last few thumbnails appear. "God, look at all those pictures!" Indeed there was a lot. Vidcaps from Nicola's two films to date, "Bikini Bandits" and "Bikini Stewardesses 2", and a very steamy music video she was once in. Most, if not all of them, showed the starlet in various states of undress. Nicola laughed. "I didn't realize I spent so much of those movies naked!" Robbie felt something like a python uncurling in his pants. Emboldened by the revelation that Nicola was actually enjoying this, he pushed on. "That's just the first page. There's more on the next one." He clicked on the link and once again the screen began to fill with dozens more images of the starlet, this time magazine scans. Nicola let out a laugh. "That's the spread I did for Australian Penthouse! And that's from The Picture!" Smiling she shook her head. "Those were the first ever nude pictures I posed for. God, I look so stiff! I guess back then I just couldn't relax in front of the camera, huh?" Robbie felt faint. It was hardly surprising, as all the blood in his body was draining in opposite directions: to his blushing face and his throbbing dick. He had pored over those images so many times, pictures of the nude Australian starlet smiling out at him from his own computer, but he never imagined one day he'd be sitting next to her, showing her those very pictures. Not only that, but she was wearing little more now that she did in the photographs. Nicola suddenly leaned across in front of him, taking control of the mouse herself. Her delicate hand brushed across Robbie's thigh, and his dick twitched violently. His face was almost purple with embarrassment. Nicola seemed oblivious to his state of anxiety and arousal, engrossed as she was in surfing through Rizla's gallery of nude pictures of herself. "I can't believe he dug this stuff up!" Nicola enthused. She was clicking through some of the really rare stuff in Rizla's collection- caps of Nicola stripping on some cable TV show, a black and white scan from an English newspaper showing Nicola dancing topless in a bar, paparazzi shots of Nicola strolling topless along a beach, publicity stills from a carwash of Nicola in a wet t-shirt, a grainy photo of someone who may or may not be Nicola standing naked in a carpark, and the infamous pictures of Nicola caught in flagrante delicto with Kristi Ducati backstage at the Woodys. Robbie glanced at Nicola. She had leaned so far across him that her towel was slowly slipping away from her body, and she either didn't notice or didn't care about her exposure. Robbie's eyes were glued to Nicola's bare upper chest, more and more or which was gradually being exposed. Her smooth, tanned flesh, rippling slightly as she breathed, was just soooo inviting. Robbie's gaze roamed further down her body and his eyes fell about the most arousing sight of his life. Not only was the entire top half of Nicola's left bosom completely bare, but a little brown nipple, slightly erect, had slipped out and was peeking at Robbie over the top of the towel. He gave a gasp and leapt to his feet. "Is something wrong?" Nicola asked. Keeping his back turned to hide his erection, Robbie hastily replied, "No, I just remembered I have something to do." With that, he dashed out. Later, on his way home from his shift at the hotel, Robbie was unable to get the imagine of Nicola's open towel from his mind. Was she coming on to him? In all the time he'd worked at the Paradise Beach Hotel, no guest had ever come on to him. It was pretty unlikely that when someone finally did, she just happened to be the girl of Robbie's dreams. So it was all just innocent? Which meant that Robbie had better keep his hands to himself. If he mistook her actions for a pass, and tried to respond when she wasn't really interested at all, she could file a complaint with Mr. Hardwicke! Then Robbie would be fired. It didn't really matter anyway, thought Robbie. He probably wasn't going to see much of Nicola again anyway. Little did Robbie know he was about to see a whole lot more of the gorgeous starlet. The next day Robbie was again skulking in the breakroom, hoping to keep away from the frat boys. Tonight was their party and Robbie knew perfectly well he wouldn't be able to get any girls to attend. He also resigned himself to the fact that Nicola would probably spend the rest of her holiday lazing on the beach, or out on the town, and if he was lucky he might see her again when she checked out. Suddenly, from the direction of reception, came the sound of voices raised in argument. Although he couldn't hear exactly what was being said, Robbie instantly recognised the two voices. The first was the nasally whine of his boss, Mr. Hardwicke. The second was the unmistakably sexy voice of Nicola. Robbie went out into the corridor to see what the commotion was. Robbie's eyes opened in shock at what he saw. The lobby was pretty empty, as was normal at this time of the day. Nicola and Mr. Hardwicke were the only people at reception, arguing. Nicola's choice of daytime attire instantly grabbed Robbie's attention. The beautiful young starlet was wearing nothing but a thong. Her exquisite boobs were completely bare for anyone to see, although at that moment the only people who did see them was Robbie and Mr. Hardwicke, and for some reason he was having a problem with them. Nicola's tits were as beautiful in person as they were on screen. They stood, firm and proud on her chest, evenly tanned to a golden brown. Robbie's eyes travelled hungrily over Nicola's entire body. Apart from the bikini-bottoms, Nicola had a tote bag tossed over one bare shoulder, and she wore that peculiar set of footwear Australians call thongs (and looking at her now, Robbie did see the similarity between the rubber shoe gripping her toes and the thin strip of material that disappeared between her ass cheeks). Otherwise the starlet was completely naked, and standing not ten feet away from him. Robbie's cock leapt to attention. "I'm sorry, Ms. Baron," Mr. Hardwicke was saying, "I don't know how you do things in Australia, but here at the Paradise Beach Hotel there is most definitely no topless bathing in the hotel pool!" "Why?" Nicola demanded. "I mean, what is the problem? They're just breasts!" She pointed at her bare boobs. "Do you really see anything wrong with these?" Mr. Hardwicke blanched and tried to keep his eyes away from her chest. "This is a family hotel, and we request that the guests remained fully clothed at all times." "But I have to sunbathe nude!" Nicola protested. "I'm a professional model and actress. If I get out in the sun with a bathing suit on, it'll leave unsightly tan lines on my body. Look, I'm wearing a thong. I promise I'll keep my pussy covered at all times." Robbie was still staring at Nicola's tits when Mr. Hardwicke spotted him. "Roberto! Could you please explain to Ms. Baron why she must keep her clothes on for the duration of her stay with us." Robbie swallowed, and scooted behind the reception desk so Nicola wouldn't see his erection. The gorgeous brunette batted her eyelashes at him. "Robbie, you don't mind me showing my tits, do you?" Robbie's cheeks bloomed red. He tried desperately to look her in the eye and not let his gaze drift down to her chest. "I'm sorry, Ms. Kni-, er, Baron. It's hotel policy." Robbie's heart (and dick) was near to bursting at the crestfallen look that crossed her beautiful face. Mr. Hardwicke gave the topless starlet a haughty look. "I hope this matter is now settled. Good day, Ms. Baron." With that, he stalked off. Robbie hardly noticed, he was still staring at Nicola's luscious bare breasts. "Oh Robbie," she sighed, "I was really looking forward to catching some rays. As you know, my all- over tan is my trademark." Suddenly, inspiration hit Robbie. He'd occasionally heard the guests mention a nude beach, only used by tourists, just a few miles down the coast. "I think I know somewhere you can go and sunbathe. I'm just about to finish my shift, if you like I can take you down there." "Oh, thank-you, Robbie," Nicola gushed. Robbie smiled to himself, pleased that once again he'd been able to do something nice for the gorgeous starlet. Robbie rushed back to his locker to get changed. When he came back to the lobby, Nicola flashed him a warm smile. That was not all she flashed him- she was still topless. Robbie licked his lips. He looked hungrily on those soft pink nipples, wanting nothing more than to suck on those titties. Nicola didn't seem to notice him staring at her boobs. As they exited through the front door, Robbie said to her, "Um, don't you think it would be a good idea to..." "Huh?" Nicola asked. At last she caught his gaze and looked down at her own bare breasts. "Opps!" she laughed. "Better cover my boobs." Robbie blushed. Nicola fished a cropped t- shirt from her bag and slipped it over her head. "I spend so much time working naked that I kinda forget to wear clothes sometimes," she explained. The t-shirt barely covered her breasts, exposing the bottom swell of each boob. "Am I decent now?" Nicola asked with a teasing smile. She did a spin, showing off her body to Robbie from every angle. The shirt did nothing to stop Robbie from gawking at her chest, but at least it would keep the policia happy. As they drove along, Robbie had never felt more happy in his entire life. They chatted, Nicola wanting to know everything about him. He told her that he had lived his whole life in this tourist town, and was working at the hotel to make enough money to go to college in California next year. Robbie realized that they had quite a bit in common. It was only about 6 months ago that Nicola had left her home in Melbourne to go to America to be a star. Robbie was alittle in awe of her. Although only a year older than him, she seemed so wise and sophisticated. Robbie pulled into a small parking lot hidden behind the sand dunes. This looked like the place he'd heard about, a discreet, out-of-the-way beach where naturists could bare the elements in peace. As they got out of the car, Robbie could see only a few other cars parked, a sure sign of how quiet the beach was. A small track led down toward the sea shore. "Mmm, love that sea air," said Nicola. She threw her arms wide and inhaled deeply the refreshing aroma of the Pacific Ocean. The minuscule t-shirt rode high on her chest, and as Robbie watched, both her nipples briefly slipped out, only to pop back under as she lowered her arms. They didn't stay covered for long. Robbie felt like he was watching a scene from one of her movies. In one graceful move, Nicola grasped the bottom hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. She used that cross-arm motion that Robbie thought no-one ever used in real life. Seeing Nicola bare her boobs so casually in public had an instant effect on Robbie, and one more his trouser snake was rustling into life. Nicola was stripping right before, almost as if he wasn't there. But that wasn't all. Nicola tossed the shirt into Robbie's car, and slipped her thumbs into the waist band of her thong. Slowly, almost teasingly, Nicola tugged the garment over her bottom, down her thighs, and onto the sand. Gracefully, she lifted her ankle and plucked the piece of swimwear, casting it in with the discarded shirt. Completely nude, Nicola turned to Robbie and smiled at him. He gaped in wonder at her. Just as in her movies, Nicola was covered from head to foot in a golden, all-over tan. Her muff was a thin, neat stripe of chestnut colored hair riding on her crotch. Robbie had, of course, seen Nicola naked many, many times, but to see her standing before him barefoot in the sand- hands on her shapely hips, leg slightly forward in a model's pose, the wind playing in her hair- was almost too much for him. He turned beet red. The naked starlet bent over and retrieved her tote bag from the car. She stood up straight, pushing her breasts out toward Robbie, and gave an elegant flick of her head sending her brunette mane over her shoulder. Nicola smiled at Robbie as if she stripped off in front of horny young bellboys everyday. "Ah, chulita," Robbie breathed. "Chulita?" "It means 'cutie'." Now it was her turn to blush. "You wanna come join me? I could do with someone to rub suntan lotion on my back." Desire tore at Robbie. He wanted to pull the gorgeous starlet to him and kiss her passionately, making love to the naked beauty then and there on the sand. But he hesitated. His dick was screaming at him to go with her, but his head was thinking something else. Nicola was his dream girl, the object of his affections (and the subject of a more than a few moments of self-abuse), but that had almost been a different woman. That was the Nicola who had her clothes stolen in the New Mexico desert and had to dance naked at a local bar to earn enough money to get to Spring Break in "Bikini Bandits", and the Nicola who had helped save Bikini Airways from going under giving lap dances to passengers in "Bikini Stewardesses 2". The woman in front of him was the charming Nicola he had just spent an hour getting to really know. More importantly, she was a guest. Robbie might be far from Mr. Hardwicke's reach out here, but if he ever found out that Robbie had had sex with a guest, he'd be fired in an instant. So Robbie swallowed, told his dick to shut up, and politely declined, offering instead to wait here and drive her back when she was ready. "OK," Nicola replied with a shrug. Robbie tried to read her expression. Was she sad she had been rebuffed? Or indifferent to a casual request that was turned down? Robbie couldn't tell, because the gorgeous starlet turned away from him and with her cute bottom wiggling with every step, she made her way down to the beach alone. Robbie was alone with his thoughts. He stretched out on the hood of his car, letting the warm sunshine soak into his body. He may not be able to bring himself to accompany Nicola in real life, but he was free to pursue her in the privacy of his own mind. He closed his eyes and smiled. In his imagination, Robbie followed Nicola down onto the beach. He laid out a towel on the sand, and she stretched out face down on it with an inviting wiggle of her bottom. That was all the invitation Robbie needed. A bottle of suntan lotion appeared in his hand. He squeezed a great blob of the stuff in the small of her back. Nicola giggled as the cold liquid hit her skin. Robbie's hands began to work it into her skin, moving in lazy circles across the smooth, bare flesh of her lower back, moving down to the inviting hills of her bare buttocks, and then up to the shoulders, and the sides of her body, his roaming hands skimming close to her boobs. With a toss of her hair, the imaginary Nicola rolled over. Every inch of her bare body was laid out before Robbie's hungry gaze, as Nicola waited for him to squirt more suntan lotion onto her. In his mind, Robbie began with her breasts, those beautiful boobs that Robbie had lusted over for so long. He trickled a line of lotion back and forth between them, with Nicola tossing her head back and purring. Robbie put the bottle aside. Nicola's boobs were coated in milky-white suntan lotion, dripping off her nipples. With a grin, Robbie imagined stretching out his hands and gently caressing the starlet's quivering bosom, playfully squeezing each mound and watching with delight as her nipples sprung to attention. "Way to pitch a tent, dude." Startled, Robbie opened his eyes and looked around. The sniggering voice belonged to Brad, who, along with Chad and Rad now had him surrounded. Robbie sat up on the hood of his car, trying to hide his erection. He was more than a little horrified to see them here, but he guessed they might've heard about the nude beach too and had come to 'scope out some babes'. "Hi, guys," said Robbie. He tried to sound casual, but in fact he was terrified. The trio had him surrounded, and by the looks of things they weren't friendly. He was right. Brad advanced on Robbie, his blue eyes glowering at him. "Ain't seen you around the hotel today. Thought maybe you were avoiding us." "N-no, just been busy, that's all." "Well, the party's tonight in our suite, 8 o'clock sharp. You better be there, twerp, and you better have some entertainment with you, or else Rad here is going to pound you into the floor." "Yeah!" added Chad. Robbie swallowed. He looked over at Rad, who was cheerfully cracking his knuckles. A faltering smile crossed the young bellboy's frightened face. "Sure thing guys. 8 o'clock. No worries." "See that you do," replied Brad, and jabbed him in the chest. The three then jumped into their rented jeep, and with a squeal of tires and a blare of music, they tore off onto the road. Nicola returned from the beach sometime later, her naked body a glorious bronze color. Robbie was sitting in the car looking more than a little depressed. Nicola retrieved her t-shirt and thong and slipped them back on. "Why so glum?" she asked. Robbie turned to her. Should he tell her? They'd shared so much on the trip out here. He was worried what she might think of him, but he had no-one else to share his predicament with. So Robbie told her the story, how he checked the frat boys into the hotel, had made a stupid boast about getting a stripper for their party, and now was in danger of getting beaten senseless by Rad. Nicola smiled at him. "Oh, Robbie." She put an arm around the young man and hugged him close against her. Such was Robbie's dismay at his impending doom that he barely registered the physical contact with the adorable Aussie. "What I am going to do?" Robbie wailed. A sly smile slid across Nicola's pretty face. "I think I know how to get you out of this mess." "How?" "Oh, you just leave it to me. Trust me. Be at the boys's suite tonight at 8." Robbie drove Nicola back to the hotel. He perked up considerably, now that Nicola had a plan to take care of things, even though whenever he asked her what it was she just smirked and told him to wait and see. But back at his own home, Robbie began to worry. He was still worrying when he showed up outside the boys's suite at 8 o'clock that night. He stood outside the door wringing his hands. Nicola hadn't showed up yet. Robbie was just thinking of making a run for it when the door opened. Brad was not pleased to see him alone. Before Robbie could move, the burly frat boy grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and dragged him into the suite. Robbie was now in big trouble. He was surrounded by four of the biggest guys he had ever seen: Brad, Chad, Rad and Tad. The room was set up for a party, with a table crammed with every alcoholic beverage know to man in one corner. The boys had already been drinking and were in a mean mood. "OK, bellboy, I want you to meet the guy you're letting down tonight. Tad?" Tad didn't look too happy he was going to be spending his birthday party womanless. "You got some explaining to do," he growled. "Yeah," added Chad. "Well, the thing is..." Robbie tried to say, but Brad cut him off. "Save the lies. Rad, pound this lying little turd." The big oaf raised his fist. Robbie squeezed his eyes shut. But before the pounding could commence, there was a knock at the door. "Room service!" called out a voice. Robbie knew that voice. That perky, sexy Australian accent could only be one girl. "We didn't order any room service," said a puzzled Brad. He pulled open the door, and all five pairs of eyes turned to look at the fantasy that came sauntering in on black stilettos. It was Nicola. She was wearing a maid's outfit and pushing a trolley, upon which sat a boom box, a bucket of champagne, and even more bottles of booze. As she entered with an exaggerated wiggle of her hips, Nicola gave the boys a saucy smirk. Robbie stared, open mouthed. It was definitely not the uniform of any maid that worked at the Paradise Beach Hotel. The neckline plunged down her front, her impressive cleavage perilously close to bursting out of the tight garment. The skirt was very short and gauzy, it rode so high on her hips that every step Nicola took flashed her audience the black garters and stockings she wore underneath. The outfit was finished off with a lacey white apron around her waist and a white cap perched on her head. "Hi boys," Nicola greeted the guests. "Time to start this party with a bang." The frat boys, who had also been staring at Nicola at silent wonderment, broke out cheering. Nicola hit play on the boom-box, and the room became filled with a thumping beat. Robbie didn't recognise the song, but its sensuous deep rhythms were just right for stripping. "Who the hell do you think you are" the lyrics boomed. Nicola closed her eyes, surrendering her lithe body to the music. She began to dance, undulating sensuously around the room. "I mean you know it "You show it "And you give it all away. "You know it "You show it "And you give it all away." Nicola placed one leg on a chair and gyrated her crotch inches away from Tad's shining eyes. "Alright, dude, you came through for us!" smiled Brad, and gave Robbie a friendly pat on the back that sent him staggering. "But, dude, she's Australian, not Mexican," said Tad, whose wide-eyed grin showed no disappointment whatsoever. Brad shook his head. "Dude, who cares!" Chad added a very excited "Yeah!" The frat boys all grabbed a chair and formed a circle around Nicola. Only Robbie remained standing, excluded from the group. Nicola danced around the circle of hollering boys, slipping between their open legs and tantalisingly rubbing her ass against their crotches, then flitting away as groping hands descended on her body. Laughing, teasing, light as air, Nicola gave each of the boys a lap dance. She untied the apron, draping it over Tad's chair. Finally, she came to the center of the room. She gave Robbie a wink. Her delicate hands reach down to the skirt, finding the zipper that held it in place. "What you think, boys, shall I?" she asked. They gave a drunken roar in reply. Smiling, she obliged their request, sliding the skirt past her waist, and letting it fall in a puddle at her shoes. The boys cheered. Nicola wasn't wearing any panties. The black garters formed a charming frame around her light brown, neatly trimmed muff. Nicola turned slowly, letting them view her from all sides. She bent over at the waist, pushing her bottom into the air. Robbie could glimpse her nether lips glistening between her legs. Hands reached out for that very tempting rump, but Nicola quickly straightened up. "Naughty naughty!" she smirked. "All in good time." Nicola crossed her arms across her chest and grasped the blouse by the hem. She raised her arms, and in a single motion pulled the garment off, baring her impressive tits to her appreciative audience. Robbie had seen her do that particular manoeuvre in her movies before, and was surprised to witness it in 'real life'. Breasts jiggling wildly as she danced, Nicola retrieved the apron and tied it back around her waist. Although it covered her crotch, Robbie admitted she looked very fetching in her travesty of a maid's outfit. Nicola continued to wiggle her away around the circle, lap dancing for the boys. As the song came to an end, Nicola stood naked in the midst of the boys. She smiled at them. "First, there's the matter of the bill..." she said. Brad pulled out his wallet and handed over a credit card. "I hope plastic is OK?" Nicola took a good look at it and smiled. "Perfect," she murmured. Placing it aside, Nicola perched her naked bottom on Tad's lap. His eager hands encircled her waist, his fingers tickling her bare boobs. Grinning, the Aussie starlet asked him, "So you're the birthday boy?" "I sure am!" Tad replied. Nicola's hands found his crotch and she let out an exaggerated gasp of surprise. "My! Such a big boy." Lascivious laughter greeted her announcement. "I trust you don't mind sharing your birthday present with your mates here?" The boys leapt to their feet, whooping with joy. Smirking, Nicola led them into the bedroom. Robbie hung back, watching. Through the open door, he saw Nicola lie down on the bed, as Brad, Chad, Rad and Tad struggled to rip off their own clothes. Tad was first. He jumped up on the bed. Nicola obligingly spread her legs as wide as possible, exposing her swollen pussy to the frat boy. Tad needed no other invitation. He mounted Nicola with passion, the starlet gasping as he entered her. Grinning like an idiot Tad began to fuck her, the others shouting encouragement. Robbie couldn't watch anymore. He'd wanted to be one of these guys. Now he just wanted to get away. He knew he couldn't leave Nicola alone with them, so he grabbed a can of beer, sat himself in the corner, and tried to ignore the gasps of pleasure coming from the bedroom. Robbie awoke with a start. He must've been dozing. There were no sounds from the bedroom, but he could hear the shower running. A peek inside the room revealed the four frat boys sound asleep. "Oh, you're awake?" Robbie turned, and was greeted by the sight of Nicola emerging damp and naked from the shower. She smiled at him as she dried off with a towel. It was just like yesterday when he brought up the computer, only this time she made no attempt to cover her charms. Robbie's eyes were glued to her bare boobs, as they jiggled with Nicola's efforts to briskly dry herself. As before, Nicola didn't seem to mind- or notice- Robbie's roving gaze. "Ms. Knickers! What happened to them? Are they OK?" Nicola smirked. "They'll be fine, after a few hours rest. They just couldn't handle a real woman in the sack." Robbie gaped. The starlet had taken on four lust-crazed American jocks in erotic combat, and left them out cold while she seemed fresh as a daisy! And all for his benefit. "I don't know how to thank you," Robbie stammered. Nicola's beautiful blue eyes gazed into his own. She put her arms around him, drawing him close. The towel fell forgotten to the floor, and Robbie found his body achingly close to the nude starlet. "That's OK, Robbie, it was my pleasure. You're a nice guy, we can't have you getting smacked around by those four dickheads." Robbie gulped. He was painfully aware of his erection, straining in his pants and rubbing against Nicola's bare thigh like a horny dog. Robbie wondered if this was the moment to act, the moment to take her in his arms and kiss her, and then make sweet love to her on the carpet. But it was not to be. Business-like, Nicola bent down (bringing her head deliciously close to Robbie's throbbing dick!) and picked up the towel. Wrapping it around her body, she retrieved Brad's credit card. "Check out the name." Robbie took it from her. The card was indeed issued to one Bradley Bradley, but Bradley Bradley Senior- Brad's father! "Looks like junior and his mates came down here on daddy's credit card, and I'll bet without him knowing. When they check out tomorrow, you should get management to pull them up on it. Brad Senior will give him such a bollocking he won't be down to Acapulco to bother you for a long time." A broad grin crossed Robbie's face. Brad and his thugs had been hanging over his head for days. Now, thanks to this chulita with a bottomless capacity for sex, his worries were over. Robbie owed her big time for this, and he knew it. "I'm going to log a problem with the plumbing in your room. That way when you leave the hotel with pick up the bill." "Oh, Robbie, that's so sweet!" Nicola pulled out a light summer dress from under the cart she had pushed in early. Tossing the towel aside, the starlet slipped the cotton garment over her naked body. "Well, I better go get my beauty sleep," she joked. "I'm checking out tomorrow morning." Robbie nodded. "Well, Ms. Knickers, I guess this is adios then." Nicola reached out to him, her delicate hands caressing the front of his uniform. "Robbie, would you come up to my room, at 7 o'clock, before I leave? I'd really like to see you before I go." Robbie smiled. "It would be my pleasure." Robbie didn't sleep much that night. His mind was wildly extrapolating scenarios for when he would be alone with Nicola in her hotel room. But somehow he knew they were all just fantasies. As he finally dropped off, he reconciled himself to her just giving him a tip and that was all. But still, some part of Robbie held out hope for something more (and guess which part?). Seven o'clock sharp Robbie rapped smartly on Nicola's door. Robbie had a smile on his face and was humming the theme from "Bikini Stewardesses 2", for he was in a good mood. He'd just learned that as the frat boys tried to check out fifteen minutes ago, Mr. Hardwicke had taken a closer look at Brad's credit card. He had not been pleased. Now the boys where being held at the hotel while their parents were being informed of the situation. As Robbie knocked on the door, Nicola's voice called from within. "Robbie, is that you?" "Si, Ms. Knickers." "Could you come in please." Robbie opened the door and walked into Nicola's room. To his surprise she was sitting on the bed, wearing a light blue satin robe that came down to her thighs and left her long, tanned legs bare. The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a golden halo around her chestnut colored hair. Nicola sat with her ankles crossed, leaning backwards and supporting herself on her hands, a pose that thrust her chest forward. The robe was open a little, offering mouth-watering glimpses of her bare cleavage. As he entered, Nicola gave him a sweet smile. She beckoned him over. Robbie, his heart thumping in his chest, complied. He stood before her, his eyes darting down from Nicola's face to her oh-so-inviting crotch. "Robbie, you want to fuck me, don't you?" Nicola breathed. Robbie's face burned red. He nodded. He wanted to fuck Nicola, not just Nicola the starlet he lusted after, but Nicola the sweet girl who had checked into his hotel. She reached up and unzipped his pants. Robbie pulled off his shirt. He no longer cared about Mr. Hardwicke and his job. All he wanted was the sweet smelling Australian girl who has tugging down his underpants. Robbie's prick, stiff and ready, sprang to attention before Nicola's beautiful blue eyes. Her cool hands caressed his tool, eliciting a sigh of pleasure from the bellboy. Nicola reached down and slowly tugged at the string that held her robe together. It fell apart, revealing to Robbie once again her fulsome breasts, smooth tanned stomach, and quivering pussy. Nicola leaned back on the bed, Robbie climbing on top of her. Their hands found each other's bodies, caressing, the Australian girl exploring the dark skin of her Latin lover. Robbie's hands finally found what he had been looking at all week, and roamed across those heavenly boobs. How many times had he seen those tits on screen and dreamt about them? Now they were his. He cupped them, feeling Nicola's dark nipples tauten under his touch. Robbie mounted Nicola, the starlet letting out a gasp as his cock entered her engorged pussy. Then her blue eyes met her brown and they began to fuck. It started out a slow, leisurely fuck, the lovers taking their time, Robbie's hips gently grinding against Nicola's. A smile danced on her lips as Robbie went to work, gradually picking up the pace. Soon their coupling had a vigorous pace. Robbie grunted with effort. Nicola let out squeaks of delight. Obscene slurps emanated from their conjoined crotches as Robbie's dick pumped in and out. Nicola wrapped her shapely legs around Robbie's waist, urging him to penetrate deep inside her. The Mexican heat caused sweat to cascade down their rutting bodies, pooling on Nicola's glistening abdomen. They continued to fuck for hours, Robbie relentlessly pounding away at Nicola. Finally, the young bellboy let out a gasp, and emptied his balls into the willing starlet. Nicola let out a contented moan, pulling him to her. They laid together in each other's arms for a while longer, before Nicola whispered that she had to get a move on. Robbie, contented, just nodded. Robbie had done what every man wants, met the girl of his dreams and made love to her. But it wasn't just Nicola 'Knickers' Baron, nude model and B-movie starlet that he fucked in that hotel room. Robbie found himself thinking, if Nicola had turned out to be a complete bitch, yet they had still ended up in bed together, he would not have enjoyed it so much. He realized that the woman he had just made love to was more than some character in a sexy b-movie. She had depth. She was real. Nicola Baron was a real person. And at the end of the day, that is what had made it so special for Robbie. END.