Title: Nicola & The Helpful Angel Author: Knickers Universe: Nicola Adventures Keywords:exhib, no-sex Summary: At an audition Nicola gets into a sticky situation, but a helpful angel is on hand. 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. Hollywood Party Hostesses 5. Nicola: Live & Uncensored 6. Nicola Gets A Woody 7. Bikini Christmas Carol 8. Sex Kitten 9. Best in Show 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 Nicola & the Helpful Angel (exhib no-sex) The thought of letting a bunch of horny directors and producers leer over Nicola's bikini-clad body still bothered her, but only a little. The bronzed-beauty had only just arrived in Hollywood from her native Melbourne, Australia just over a week ago, and was still settling in and learning the ropes of being a professional starlet. The former model was perfect for the part, too. Her body was 5'9 " of pure male delight, her figure a curvy 38-25-35. Even when Nicola wore a bra (which was rare these days), her boobs bobbed teasingly with every step. The blue-eyed brunette could melt any man's heart with just one of her winsome smiles. And she was becoming increasingly less shy about showing off her body. It seemed to her like only yesterday she had been a shy little model in Melbourne, gorgeous and sexy, willing to do sexy swimwear and maybe lingerie, but baulking at anything racier. All that was changing. After getting a new agent, Nicola had done her first two nude modeling shoots. She had loved every moment of it. Just a few days ago, Nicola had attended a screen test for a commercial that had ended in disaster, with Nicola standing very wet and completely nude in the studio parking lot. Thinking back to that moment always got Nicola a little aroused. She suspected it wouldn't be the last time her new career landed her in an embarrassing situation. Today Nicola had a bikini audition for another commercial. She arrived at the studio wearing a smart blue suit and carrying her bikini in a polythene bag. She entered the studio and was greeted with a cacophony of hammering, sawing and banging as a crew busied about building a set. Not wanting to get in their way, Nicola decided to find the dressing room and get ready for her audition. Now where was it? Nicola spotted a door marked Girls' Locker Room . Aha, thought Nicola, that must be it. Nicola grasped the door handle and pulled. The door didn't budge. Nicola pulled again, harder. Still the door refused to open. Nicola braced herself to tug with all her strength. Someone saw what she was doing and gave a warning shout, but it was too late. The door Nicola had been trying to open was nothing more than a painted flat. On the grid above her, a bucket of paint that had just been used to decorate the piece of scenery wobbled precariously. Nicola's exertions below caused it to tip over. Nicola gave a squeak of surprise as she was splashed with a bucket full of white paint. "What is going on here?" a voice demanded. Nicola tried to wipe away the gunk that covered her from head to foot. "Who are you?" she asked sharply. The last thing she needed right now was agro from some jerk! "I'm Mr. Chase," he barked in reply. "I'm the director." Nicola cringed. "I'm, I'm sorry," she stammered. "I didn't know. My name is Nicola Baron. I'm here for the audition." "Well, if you're quite finished destroying my set," growled Mr. Chase, "you can go into the real dressing room get ready to audition." "Gulp! Yessir, Mr. Chase," quailed Nicola. She made a hasty exit through the real door. This was a disaster! She was covered head to foot in paint. Her suit was ruined. Luckily, her bikini had been safe inside the polythene bag and was still spotless. But what was she going to do? Nicola entered the dressing room. There were six other girls, beautiful and elegant and already dressed in their bikinis. Nicola cast an envious eye over their bare limbs and barely-covered breasts. As soon as they caught sight of Nicola they burst out laughing. Beneath her coat of paint, Nicola blushed scarlet. Suddenly, a vision of loveliness appeared before the hapless Aussie starlet. Wiping away strands of paint-splatter hair plastered to her face, Nicola saw a tall, beautiful dark-haired woman standing before her. With the skylight beaming sunlight behind her, she looked like an angel. "Now, now girls," said the angel, "we must help and encourage the new comers to our fine industry." The laughter stopped. "Thank-you, " gushed Nicola. "I'm Nicola Baron. You can call me Knickers." The angel gave a smirk. Nicola cast her eyes over the beauty. She was tall, a little taller than Nicola herself, and rather slim, with small, perky breasts that poked out her tiny bikini top as if they were demanding attention. "I'm Angela," she replied. "Angela Monroe. Well, Knickers, it looks like you've got yourself in a right mess there." "Um, yes, " Nicola replied. "Is there somewhere I can clean up?" "There's a shower back there," Angela replied. "Here, let me take your bikini." Nicola held tight onto her last remaining garment. If she lost her bikini, she'd have nothing to wear home. "It's OK, you can trust me," said Angela, flashing a smile. Nicola reluctantly handed over the plastic bag. With a glance over her shoulder, Nicola went out the back door. She found herself in a shower block. She stripped off her ruined suit and left it on a bench. Naked, she slipped under the shower and allowed the flow of warm water to cascade over her superb body. Back in the dressing room, Angela shook her head. Every year brought another load of dumb bimbos to Hollywood, looking for fame. More competition for hard working starlets like Angela. And this one seemed even stupider! Getting herself covered in paint. Well, this Knickers needed to be taught a lesson, and then she can scuttle back off down under where she belongs. Angela produced a large pair of scissors. She took Nicola's bikini out of the polythene bag and looked at it scornfully. Angela began to snip away at the miniscule swimsuit, cutting it into tiny pieces. "She can't be in a bikini audition without a bikini," she cackled. The other girls joined in. Nicola emerged wet and naked from the back room to be greeted with the sight of her angel reducing her bikini to a fistful of white confetti. Her face fell. "What are you doing?" she wailed. "Teaching you a lesson, Knickers," Angela growled. "We don't need your kind here." Just then a voice from just outside the door called "All girls on the set for auditions, right now! If you ain't out here in a bikini in five minutes, you ain't up for the commercial." Tittering, the six other girls sashayed out the door. Angela gave a nasty laugh, and then tossed the shreds of cloth at Nicola. The nude starlet looked in dismay as her last piece of clothing rained down on her. Angela turned, and with her high heels clicking on the wooden floorboards, marched out. Nicola was close to tears. She was going to miss out on the audition! Her career had barely started and already it was practically over. And all because she didn't have a bikini at the crucial moment she needed one. Nicola picked up the transparent plastic polythene bag that had held her bikini. She had an idea! Nicola picked up the pair of scissors Angela had used. Carefully, she cut the bag into two pieces. In the first piece Nicola cut out two crescents on either side, making a pair of holes. She slipped it between her shapely legs, and, pulling the makeshift bikini bottoms tight around her body, tied the loose ends into knots on either side of her hips. Nicola examined her handiwork in the mirror. The result was surprisingly effective, looking exactly like a proper bikini, except made from shiny plastic. Of course, it was totally transparent, with Nicola's muff and bottom clearly visible. Pleased, Nicola set about making a top with the remaining polythene. This would be slightly harder, due to two factors: the amount of plastic left and the impressive size of Nicola's 38-inch bust. She cut the polythene into a long, thin strip. The obvious way to do this would be to simply wrap the plastic around her torso. However, this would squash her boobs and be very uncomfortable. Instead, Nicola slipped the plastic under her tits, making a kind of shelf that offered at least a little support. She then tied the ends around the back of her neck. Nicola tugged at the polythene, trying to get it to at least cover her nipples. It made no difference: like the bottoms this bikini top left nothing to the imagination. Now she was eligible for a bikini audition! Dressed in her plastic bikini, Nicola scampered out of the changing room and onto the set. Mr. Chase was not pleased. The seven gorgeous girls who stood beaming at him in their bathing suits were cute enough, but what he really wanted for this ad campaign was a girl with real spirit, a really outgoing girl who knew how to grab an audience's attention. And having big tits wouldn't hurt, either. And that clumsy bimbo from before was missing as well. "Nicola Baron!" he yelled. "The last girl, Nicola Baron, where are you!?" Nicola scooted out onto the set and under the bright lights. "Um, sorry about the delay." There was a gasp of surprise from everyone as they saw what she was wearing. Nicola gave them a shy smile and a wave. She stood next to her former tormentors, whose totally opaque bikinis paled next to Nicola's choice in swimwear. Nicola struck a series of poses for Mr. Chase, a little bashful that she might as well be standing in front of everyone completely naked, but knowing that her little show was certainly going to get her noticed. Mr. Chase's look of utter surprise melted into a broad smile. Now this girl knew how to market her assets. "Nicola, honey, you are definitely hired." "Oh please," gushed Nicola, "call me Knickers." She shot a glance over at her 'helpful angel', who glared back at Nicola. She made a mental note to steer well clear of Miss Angela Monroe in future. END