Title: Best in Show
Author: Knickers
Universe: Nicola Adventures
Keywords: MF, FF, exhib
Summary: Nicola enters the Miss West Hollywood Beauty Pageant, but soon finds this is a very unusual contest.


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. Bikini Audition

3. Hollywood Party Hostesses

4. Nicola: Live & Uncensored

5. Nicola Gets A Woody

6. Bikini Christmas Carol

7. Sex Kitten 

8. Best in Show <-


Please don't email me asking for the 
other stories, you can find them in a 
Usenet archive such as google.com/groups 
or possibly ASSM's own archive. 

Feel free to drop me a line, but please 
keep it relevant to this story, positive 
or negative. I'm 
sarah7932_nofuckenspam@yahoo.co.uk


Best in Show (MF FF exhib)

Nicola stared delightedly out of the taxi 
window as the lush green Washington 
forestland flashed past her. She'd been 
invited to take part in the Miss West 
Hollywood beauty pageant, to be held at 
the Paradise Lake Hotel, nestled among 
the mountains of the Cascade Range just 
outside of Seattle.

   Nicola had never been in a beauty 
pageant before, even when she had been a 
model back in Melbourne. It had seemed a 
little. sleazy. But now that Nicola was a 
Hollywood starlet, it didn't seem half as 
risqué as the things she usually got up 
to. The infamous impresario Sammy Fish 
was managing the whole contest. Nicola 
had known Sammy since she first arrived 
in Hollywood about 6 months ago. He was 
always trying to fuck her, and one of 
these days she was just going to give in 
and let him. But not this weekend. Nicola 
knew that a beauty pageant was a serious 
event, and she was resolved to be on her 
best behavior. The judges would not look 
too kindly on Nicola running naked 
through the hotel or trying to seduce her 
fellow contestants. Their crusty old 
faces would be purple with rage if they 
walked into Sammy's office and found 
Nicola, her knickers around her ankles 
and her skirt bunched around her waist, 
begging him to fuck her.

   The scenery reminded Nicola of when 
she was a little girl and her parents had 
taken her on holiday to New Zealand. As 
the taxi drew near to her destination, 
Nicola could see Paradise Lake Hotel 
sprawling next to a picturesque lake. 
Swimming pools, tennis courts, a fully 
equipped gym and sauna; Paradise Lake was 
a luxury hotel and it must have cost the 
organizers a fortune to hire the venue. 
Nicola stepped from the cab and the 
doorman scampered to collect her bags. 
The sights, sounds and smells of the 
forest surrounded the Aussie starlet, and 
she gave a contented smile. A beauty 
contest may not be a holiday, but she was 
going to be working in comfort. On top of 
a free room and meals, she was being paid 
$1200 for the weekend- and that didn't 
include the prizes. Actually, though, 
Nicola's agent had been a bit vague on 
the subject of what the winner got (other 
than the title of "Miss West Hollywood"), 
or, indeed, the particulars of the 
contest. All Nicola knew that she was 
supposed to do her best to impress the 
judges (whoever they were). She'd have to 
corner Sammy at some point and ask him 
about it.

   Nicola walked through the large glass 
doors into reception. A young man in a 
uniform checked her in. As Nicola waited, 
she spotted a notice board that read:
TONIGHT IN THE GRAND BALLROOM
MISS WEST HOLLYWOOD CONTESTANTS COSTUME 
PARTY
AND
LEAGUE OF REPUBLICAN VOTERS DINNER
8.30 PM

   Nicola turned to the receptionist. 
"Excuse, there must be some mistake. It 
looks like you've double booked the hotel 
for the weekend between the Miss West 
Hollywood beauty pageant and this League 
of Republican Voters." The receptionist 
stared at Nicola for a moment as if she'd 
just announced she had 7 tits. Then he 
replied, "Yeeessss, double booking that's 
it. Silly mistake, sorry for the 
inconvenience." He tapped at the computer 
in front of him. "Actually, because of 
the, erm, 'double booking' you'll be 
sharing a room with one of the other 
contestants."

  "That'll be fine," Nicola replied. A 
bellhop appeared to carry her bags up to 
her room. As they entered the lift two 
elderly, but still sprightly, gentlemen 
followed them in. They gave Nicola 
leering smiles and a wink. Nicola smiled 
back, a little nervous. Pinned to each of 
their jackets was a button, "League of 
Republican Voters".

   "So, who exactly are the League of 
Republican Voters?" Nicola asked. The two 
men laughed. "Well, we're just a bunch of 
old codgers with waaaaaay too much money, 
and wives who never them out of their 
sights."

   "Except when they go off to Seattle 
for the old annual 'political 
conference'." They laughed again. 
Nicola's beautiful blue eyes lit up. "All 
you guys are rich?"

   "You could say that, toots. Rich and 
powerful." Now Nicola was the one doing 
the leering. For old guys they were 
pretty good looking, especially now that 
Nicola knew they had the two things she 
looked for most in a man. Being nice to 
these political leaders might just help 
her career out. Nicola battered her 
eyelashes in a shameless come-on. "It's a 
pity you boys will be tied up all weekend 
with your political conference." That was 
greeted by a roar of mirth. "Yeah, right! 
Just like you'll be tied up with your 
'beauty pageant'!"

   Before Nicola could ask what they 
meant by that, the elevator door stopped 
and the bellhop announced they'd reached 
Nicola's floor. Nicola waved goodbye to 
the dishy politicos. One of them grinned 
in replied and shamelessly pinched her 
bottom. Nicola squealed. "I'll be keeping 
my eye out for you this weekend," he 
replied.

   More surprises awaited Nicola as the 
bellhop showed her to her room. Her 
roommate was none other than-

   "Angela!"

   The tall, slim, raven-haired beauty 
stood in the middle of the room wearing a 
black micro-bikini, admiring her fine 
figure in a full-length mirror. Angela 
'Angel' Monroe was Nicola's bitter rival 
in Hollywood. She turned and gave Nicola 
a disinterested look. "Oh, hello 
Knickers," she said, addressing Nicola by 
her nickname. Normally it was a cute pet 
name but Angela had a knack for making it 
sound like an insult. "Sammy signed you 
up for this thing too? He must be 
desperate this year." Nicola did her best 
to ignore the taunt. "So you've done this 
before?" she asked. "Uh-huh, my third 
year." Angela was more intent upon 
adjusted her bikini to display the 
maximum amount of flesh. She tugged on 
the cups revealing more of her small but 
perky breasts.

   "Wow," exclaimed Nicola. "You must 
know this beauty pageant pretty well by 
now. Can I ask you a first questions 
about it? There are a few things I wanted 
to get straight."

   Angela stopped what she was doing and 
gave Nicola an incredulous look. "'Beauty 
pageant'?" She gave a laugh. "Anyway, I 
don't have time to hang around here. I'm 
off to hit the pool." She picked up a 
towel and her sunglasses and marched past 
Nicola. The Aussie frowned. "Lounging 
around the pool? Aren't there more 
important things to do, what with the 
contest?" Angela shook her head in 
dismay. "Oh Knickers, you really are an 
utter bimbo." With that she sashayed out 
the room with a cute little wiggle of her 
bottom.

   Nicola flopped onto her bed. What was 
going on? She'd only just arrived and was 
totally confused. She'd been told nothing 
about the program. Were the contestants 
free to lounge around until the contest 
started? And what was with that costume 
party tonight? Nicola needed to get some 
answers. She decided she'd track down 
Sammy and talk to him, and then, wanting 
to look her best, go to the hotel gym for 
a workout. Nicola opened her bags and 
found her gym clothes- a pair of tiny 
white shorts and a cut-off white t-shirt 
that showed off her bare midriff and the 
lower halves of boobs, with "Models 
Rule!" printed across the chest (It was 
maybe a little racy for the contest, but 
it was the most conservative outfit 
Nicola owned- the guys at her local gym 
in Hollywood were really sweet and didn't 
mind her working out nude). Nicola had 
forgotten to bring a sports bra (or 
indeed any bra), so she'd just have to be 
careful the shirt at least covered her 
nipples.

   As Nicola changed she glanced out of 
the window and down on he pool. Angela 
had stretched herself out on a lounger as 
if putting her body on display. An 
elderly man (Nicola guessed one of the 
Leaguers) quickly sat down beside her, 
and the two began to chat. In a few 
moments Angela was writhing in pleasure 
as he applied suntan lotion to her 
stomach, his wrinkled hands roaming 
across her nearly-nude body.

   Nicola shook her head. She had to keep 
herself from giving in to temptation this 
weekend. She knew that beauty pageants 
were strictly controlled affairs, and the 
slightest hint of indiscretion could see 
her barred from the contest. So Knickers, 
she warned herself, that means keep your 
clothes on and don't fuck any strangers!

   Nicola glanced out the window again. 
Angela had gone beyond shamelessly 
flaunting herself. The brazen hussy was 
now removing her bikini top to allow her 
elderly friend access to her tits. Angela 
was grinning with delight as he opening 
groped her beside the pool, ostensibly 
applying more lotion to her 'sensitive 
areas'. Nicola gave a harrumph, and 
walked away. 

   Nicola quickly found Sammy's office, 
somewhere in the hotel's basement level. 
Nicola knocked on the slightly-ajar door. 
There was no answer, but from inside came 
the sound of low moans. Nicola pushed in 
open. She was greeted with the sight of 
Sammy lying on a couch, counting a wad of 
greenbacks, as his secretary Jodi sucked 
noisily on his dick. Upon seeing her 
enter, Sammy jumped to his feet, pushing 
the girl out of his way. "Knickers! I 
didn't hear you come in. Jodi here was 
just demonstrating the correct method to 
deal with snakebite. Can't be too 
careful, out here in the woods." Jodi 
brushed a strand of blonde hair away from 
her face and smiled. She was an adorable 
tomboy-ish little thing with a page-style 
hairdo, dressed in a cute chauffeur's 
uniform (Sammy always liked his staff to 
dress the part). 

   Nicola turned her attention to Sammy. 
He was a short, middle-aged little man, 
dressed in an awful polyester suit. His 
few remaining strands of greasy black 
hair clung to his damp head. His sweaty 
hands struggled to cram his penis back in 
his pants. "Sammy, where did all that 
cash come from? You've never got any 
money."

   "Oh that. that was just a business 
deal I closed today. Don't worry your 
pretty little head about that."

   Nicola frowned. She well remembered 
the charity raffle he'd asked her to help 
out on. "All I need is a glamorous girl 
to hand out the prizes," he'd told her. 
Only at the draw did Sammy tell her that 
first prize was the bathing suit she was 
wearing, and Nicola had to reluctantly 
hand it over to the lucky winner. Nicola 
knew from experience to keep a close eye 
on Sammy, lest she end up out of pocket, 
or out of clothes. "Anyway, I need to 
talk to you about this beauty pageant 
you've got me entered into."

   "What beauty pageant?" he asked. 
Nicola rolled her eyes. "This one! Yknow, 
the Miss West Hollywood beauty contest?"

   "Oh, yeah, 'beauty contest'. Right. 
Well, you just take a seat here and your 
uncle Sammy will answer any questions you 
might have."

   Jodi opened her mouth to say something 
but Sammy shushed her. She rolled her 
eyes and left. Sammy sat down on the 
couch, and clasping Nicola around the 
waist pulled her toward him so she was 
sitting on his lap. She squirmed a 
little, feeling his cock rubbing against 
her rump, but settled. "Now, what can I 
do for my little Aussie sex kitten?"

   "Well, my agent didn't really tell me 
much about this contest. Who're the 
judges? What's the program? When do I 
meet the other contestants?" Nicola tried 
to ignore Sammy's roving hand as it 
slipped under her t-shirt and tweaked her 
nipple. "Well, the judges have already 
checked in, you'll probably bump into 
them real soon. As for the program. well, 
it's kinda loose and informal. But 
there's the big party tonight, that'll 
kick things off. That's when you'll meet 
the other girls, by the way."

   "Yeah the costume party. I don't have 
a costume."

   "One will be provided. Don't worry, 
Knickers, everything will be OK." Nicola 
wasn't too sure. Sammy wasn't exactly 
overburdening her with details. He'd 
slipped her boob free and was massaging 
it gently. Oooh, that felt so good! "Uh, 
Sammy, we shouldn't be doing this. I'm 
sure the organizers wouldn't take too 
kindly to this sort of behavior."

   "Relax, baby. You're exactly the sort 
of girl the judges will want. To be Miss 
West Hollywood, that is. And I don't 
think a little fun will offend anyone." 
Sammy leant forward and took Nicola's 
nipple in his mouth. He quickly went to 
work on it, nibbling on the succulent 
pink morsel. Nicola moaned. She was 
beginning to get horny, willing to roll 
over and let Sammy have his way with her. 
But somewhere in the back of her mind 
something pulled her back. Nicola wanted 
to win, she wanted to be Miss West 
Hollywood and she wasn't going to get 
that by fucking Sammy Fish. Nicola pulled 
away. She giggled, "Some other time, 
Sammy," and danced out of his office.

   Alone, Sammy let out a gasp of sexual 
frustration. "Soon, my little Knickers," 
he murmured. "One day soon you'll be 
riding the Fish and you'll thank me."

   Outside, Nicola got her clothes back 
in order. She still didn't know too much, 
but it seemed like a good idea to go to 
the gym in before the contest started. 
But who were the judges? They'd checked 
in? So far, the only other people Nicola 
had seen check in were those League of 
Republican Voters.

   Nicola crossed the hotel's leisure 
center, across from the tennis courts. 
Two beautiful girls, twins, (obviously 
fellow contestants) were playing tennis 
against two elderly men, (more Leaguers). 
How nice, thought Nicola, those girls are 
spending some time with the other guests 
at the hotel. She didn't approve of their 
outfits, though, as they were both 
dressed in skimpy white tops that looked 
more like bras, and white miniskirts. 
However, Nicola could see that they were 
at least letting the old guys win, both 
of them missing an easy shot and losing 
the point. As Nicola was out of earshot, 
she missed what was said:

   "Wow, Tammy, those guys are just too 
good for us."

   "Yep, Tina, I guess we never should've 
accepted their challenge to play strip 
tennis. They're beating the pants off 
us."

   "I know Tammy. Here goes our skirts. 
One more point and we'll loose our bras 
too."

   As Nicola walked past Tammy and Tina 
and into the gym, she missed the sight of 
the gorgeous girls stripping off their 
skirts and continuing to play tennis in 
just their bra and panties.

   The gym was largely deserted. One 
other girl was working with weights down 
the other end of the gym. Like many of 
the other contestants Nicola had seen so 
far, she was doing her best to put the 
double-booking problem aside and get on 
with the elderly male Leaguers they had 
to share the hotel with. As she was doing 
bench presses with hand weights, he was 
standing over her, spotting her. At least 
Nicola thought he was spotting her, he 
was certainly standing behind her with 
his hands wandering across her arms and 
near-naked torso.

   Nicola selected a treadmill as an 
excellent means of getting a cardio 
workout and eliminate some of her sexual 
tension at the same time. Nicola was 
still a little horny from Sammy's expert 
groping. She climbed aboard and set the 
speed to a moderate pace. Soon Nicola was 
working up quite a sweat. Her 
unencumbered boobs kept bouncing out from 
beneath her shirt, so Nicola, hoping none 
of the judges witnessed her display, left 
her assets uncovered.

   The other girl's workout was getting 
more intense, and soon her and her new 
friend left, leaving Nicola alone in the 
gym. As Nicola continued to pump away at 
the treadmill, sweat pouring down her 
lithe body, she realized that this 
weekend would probably be the longest 
she'd go without sex in ages. Probably 
since arriving in LA several months ago. 
Even the 14-hour flight from Melbourne 
hadn't been an impediment to the sexy 
starlet getting some action. Nicola's 
appetite for nookie had reached new and 
dizzying heights.

   After 40 minutes on the treadmill 
Nicola was exhausted but her desire 
remained. Glistening with sweat, Nicola 
headed off to the showers to clean up. 
However, there was a shock in store for 
her. Hanging on the door of the girls' 
locker-room was a sign:
CLOSED FOR REPAIRS

  "Damn," hissed Nicola. "Is everything 
all right?" came a voice from behind her. 
Nicola whirled around, and was greeted by 
the sight of a tall, good-looking man 
(kinda like Sean Connery) wearing nothing 
but a pair of speedos (a look he pulled 
off very well). Nicola smiled seductively 
and replied. "Uh, yeah. a small problem 
with the changing room."

   He shrugged. "Well, you can always 
join me in the men's locker-room." Nicola 
furtively glanced inside. "I don't know. 
ysee, I'm in this beauty pageant, and I 
really don't want to be disqualified for 
doing anything naughty."

   Sean Connery smirked. "I don't think 
you have anything to worry about. It'll 
just be the two of us, no-one else we 
even know we were in here." Nicola bit 
her lip. "Well. OK. But we'd better make 
it quick."

   The pair entered the men's shower 
block, which thankfully for Nicola was 
deserted. Nicola found a discreet corner 
to remove her gym clothes. Then she 
grabbed a spare towel and some soap and 
ended for the row of showers. Sean was 
already at the far end, naked under the 
stream of water. "Well, hello there," he 
called out to her. Nicola gave a nervous 
smile. She tried to force herself not to 
look down at him, not to admire the water 
running like a waterfall off his 
magnificent cock. The warm water sprayed 
over Nicola's naked body. She sighed, 
allowing the soothing stream to take away 
her cares. Nicola worked up a lather with 
the soap and began to wash her body all 
over. She looked over at Sean again, and 
to her surprise he was no longer under 
the showerhead furthers from her, but 
just next to her. His chest was covered 
in white hair, soaked from the water, 
which Nicola found irresistible. A little 
embarrassed, Nicola turned her back on 
Sean- but of course, this just presented 
him with her delicious rump.

   It was an invitation no man could 
resist. His hands gently fell upon 
Nicola's body, soaping up her backside. 
Nicola let out a growl of sexual 
frustration. All thoughts of being Miss 
West Hollywood fled from her mind, all 
she could think of now was getting well 
and truly fucked. Nicola leaned back 
against Sean, pushing her backside into 
his crotch. His semi-erect penis brushed 
against the soft peach of her bottom. 
Sean's hands encircled her waist, pulling 
her into him, gliding up her soapy body, 
and grasping her firm breasts.

   Nicola reached down between her legs, 
feeling for the object of her desire. She 
grasped his shaft and expertly maneuvered 
it towards her lust-crazed pussy. It 
slipped easily inside the tall model. 
Nicola let own a groan. Oooooh, that felt 
so good! Sean began to work away at her, 
building up a rhythm. Nicola braced 
herself, legs apart, hands up on the wall 
for support, the water still streaming 
down her body as she withstood the 
pleasurable onslaught from behind.  She 
closed her eyes, drifting off as he 
fucked her into sweet oblivion.

   Nicola was aware of Sean orgasming, 
pumping buckets of his cum over her ass. 
He murmured something in her ear and then 
left. Nicola remained alone in the 
shower, basking in post-sex glow, 
enjoying the feel of the warm water 
flowing over her breasts. 

   Suddenly, a noise startled her. She 
could hear men's voices coming into the 
shower block. The two guys who had been 
playing tennis earlier rounded the corner 
and were treated to the sight of Nicola 
wet and naked under the shower. They let 
out a roar of delight, Nicola a squeal of 
shock. She grabbed her towel and made a 
dash for the exit, laughter ringing in 
her ears. In her haste to escape, Nicola 
had failed to notice that the two 
Leaguers were not alone- they'd been 
escorted into the men's locker-room by 
Tina and Tammy, who were both naked 
except for tennis shoes, their perfect 
bodies quivering with mirth as Nicola 
made her embarrassed exit.

   Nicola frowned as she padded barefoot 
through the hotel wrapped in nothing but 
a towel. The few other contestants she 
passed gave her a cheery smile and a 
wink, the hotel staff would smirk or leer 
but otherwise say nothing. Nicola had run 
naked through a couple of hotels, and 
this was not how people generally 
reacted. Where was the shock, where was 
the indignation? Everyone was acting as 
if starlets sauntered nude through 
Paradise Lake Hotel every day. Well, 
Nicola didn't care how they reacted, the 
only people she cared about were the 
judges. What if they saw her like this, 
and she was expelled from the pageant?

   Nicola fronted up to reception. The 
man on the desk ogled her but said 
nothing. Holding her towel firmly in one 
hand, Nicola brushed back her damp hair 
with the other and cleared her throat. 
"I'm going up to my room now," she 
announced. "Of course, Miss Baron," he 
replied with a smirk, handing her the 
key.

   Nicola turned to leave when she 
spotted a large sign in the hotel lobby. 
It was the pageant's electronic 
scoreboard! They'd already begun giving 
out marks. Nicola breathlessly searched 
for her own name. It was at the bottom, 
and her score was the lowest: only 1 
point. Nicola's heart sank. All the other 
girls had much higher scores, Angela was 
at the top with 9. But what were they 
being marked on? Nicola hadn't done 
anything. What was going on? This was a 
very strange beauty pageant indeed. And 
if scoring had begun it meant the judges 
were here somewhere in the hotel keeping 
a close eye on them. At least it was 
nearly time for the costume ball, 
hopefully then some of Nicola's questions 
would be answered. With that, she headed 
up to her room.

   While she was out Nicola's costume for 
the party had been delivered and was 
lying on her bed. She excitedly opened 
the parcel to see what had been chosen 
for her. Nicola was to attend the ball 
dressed as a Playboy bunny! Nicola had 
always loved dressing up as a kid (hence 
the modeling career), and now that 
exhibitionism was a hobby of hers Nicola 
took great delight in wearing sexy and 
revealing outfits. Nicola shrugged off 
the towel and slipped into her costume.

   It was the usual bunny costume Nicola 
had seen in movies. It was a black corset 
that pulled her waist in and pushed her 
boobs up and out, drawing the viewer's 
attention to her cleavage. The V crotch 
was cut very tight, so the outfit hugged 
close to Nicola's pussy, and featured a 
snap underneath, a 'trap door' to 
facilitate easy access. Included were the 
usual trimmings- pink bunny ears, a 
little black tie and white cuffs, and 
(best of all, thought Nicola) a fluffy 
white bunny tail on her behind. There 
were no stockings, so Nicola's long 
tanned legs were bare, right down to the 
high heels on her dainty feet. The 
ensemble was complete with a sash that 
read "Miss Australia". Nicola felt a 
little uncomfortable wearing this as she 
wasn't the Miss Australia, but she 
supposed she was indeed representing her 
homeland in the Miss West Hollywood 
contest, so it must be OK.

   Nicola stood in front of the mirror 
admiring herself in the cute little 
costume. She wiggled her bottom to check 
out the tail, and then turned around, 
leaning so far forward that she could 
peek down her own cleavage. Nicola 
smiled. Her boobs couldn't look better if 
she served them up on a dish. An outfit 
this hot was made just for girls with a 
figure like Nicola's: 38-25-35 of pure 
heaven!

   Suddenly from behind her came the 
crack of a whip. Nicola yelped in pain 
and spun around rubbing her sore bottom. 
Angela stood behind her, grinning evilly, 
and wearing her own costume: a dominatrix 
outfit made of black leather straps that 
criss-crossed her tall slim body. The 
effect was slightly spoilt by a sash that 
read "Miss Bitch Queen".

   "Careful with that bloody thing!" 
wailed Nicola. Angela rolled her eyes. 
"OK, cry baby," she said as she strapped 
the whip to her naked thigh.

   As Nicola made her way downstairs to 
the ballroom she discovered another 
interesting feature of her costume. With 
every step she took the corset gradually 
worked its way down her body. After about 
twenty paces Nicola's tits would wiggle 
free and pop out. The only remedy was for 
Nicola to stop, grasp the top of the 
dress firmly in both hands and yank it up 
again. As there was no way she could do 
this discreetly, Nicola was bound to make 
a spectacle of herself at the party. 
Nicola liked to think that this was 
accidental, but from her experience this 
sort of thing was by design.

   The ballroom was full when Nicola 
arrived. All the Miss West Hollywood 
girls were there, resplendent in their 
various costumes: Nicola spotted a 
cheerleader, a nurse, a sorority girl, 
and even a fox, among others. The League 
of Republican Voters where all there, 
too, smart in black tuxedos. Nicola could 
see that everyone was making the best of 
the double booking and the two parties 
were happily mingling. Nicola grabbed a 
glass of champagne (it must be non-
alcoholic, she thought) and joined the 
party. She fell into conversation with a 
tall blonde contestant wearing a very 
skimpy stewardess outfit. It consisted of 
a light-blue bikini, a blue cap and white 
cuffs, and a pair of gold wings clipped 
to a bikini-strap just above her left 
boob. It bore an uncanny resemblance to 
Nicola's costume from "Bikini 
Stewardesses 2". The girl (whose name 
Nicola soon learned was Amy) wore a sash 
that identified her as "Miss Mile-High", 
and it turned out she really was a 
stewardess.

   "Yup," Amy replied, "I was working 
first-class on a flight last week, and a 
gentleman asked me if I'd like to take 
part. I just couldn't refuse."

   "I know," said Nicola 
enthusiastically, "isn't it exciting?"

   "I'll say," Amy replied. Wistfully she 
added, "I suppose it's the closest we'll 
ever get to a real beauty pageant."

   Nicola nearly choked on her drink. 
Before she could ask what she meant by 
that, one of the Leaguers had taken the 
giggling Amy by the hand and whisked her 
away into the throng.

   Now Nicola really wondered what was 
going on. Was this not a 'real' beauty 
pageant? She drained her glass and 
spotted Sammy standing across the room. 
Jodi stood next to him, wearing a 
travesty of a French maid's outfit and 
serving champagne. Nicola called his name 
and waved. Sammy heard her above the din 
of music and revelry and waved back. 
Nicola stepped into the mob of 
contestants and Leaguers, but before she 
could get too far she knocked into 
someone, bumping her boobs into their 
chest. "Oh, I'm sorry," said a sexy male 
voice. Nicola looked up into a pair of 
beautiful brown eyes. The smiling owner 
reminded Nicola of Charlton Heston. 
Nicola went a little weak at the knees. 
"Oh, no, it's my fault," she gushed. "I'm 
a little clumsy." She was still pressed 
against his chest, staring into his 
handsome face. "Perhaps you could make it 
up to me with a dance?" he said. Before 
Nicola could reply he grabbed her hand 
and led her to the dance floor.

   Needless to say, Nicola's outfit was not 
designed for dancing in, and she fought a 
losing battle to keep her tits inside her 
bunny costume. Glass after glass of 
champagne swept through her. Nicola was 
soon feeling more than a little dizzy. 
She slumped against Charlton's chest and 
giggled, "You're very dishy."

   "Why thank-you," he replied. "Another 
drink?" Nicola shook her head. In a 
slurred voice she replied, "No, even 
though it's non-alcoholic, it seems to be 
going straight to my head." The room spun 
as she stepped back from her partner. 

   "I've got to say, that is a really 
nice pair of tits," he said. "Where?" 
Nicola asked, looking around. He laughed 
and pointed at her chest. "There! You 
seem to be having some problems with your 
dress." Nicola looked down to see her 
boobs had wriggled free and her nipples 
were peeking out at him. She gave a 
squeal but otherwise made no attempt to 
cover herself. "It's OK," she said, "I 
think it's supposed to do that." Nicola 
could see she wasn't the only contestant 
who'd let their hair down. A number of 
the other girls were dancing topless with 
an elderly male partner. Angela's leather 
bra has missing its front panels, and her 
small, perky tits were glistening with 
champagne.

   Nicola turned to Charlton and murmured 
in his ear. "Listen, here's the 
situation: I want to fuck you, but I 
don't want to jeopardize my chances of 
winning Miss West Hollywood. So we've got 
to find someplace discreet to do the 
nasty."

   Charlton smirked at some private 
joke. "OK. How about over there, in the 
hatcheck room?" 

   "It'll do," Nicola replied. She 
grabbed him by the arm and dragged him 
into the small, dark room. As everyone in 
the ballroom was a staying in the hotel, 
the hatcheck room was unused for the 
evening. Nicola pulled him inside and 
kissed him passionately, her tongue 
slithering into his eager mouth. Her 
hands scrabbled at his clothes trying to 
tear them off. Charlton's hands reached 
for her crotch and found the snap that 
opened the trapdoor to bare her pussy. 
Somewhere in the back of Nicola's head, 
behind the fog of booze and lust, a 
question was asked: how could he possibly 
know about that 'feature' of her costume? 
But that thought remained half-formed, 
and the only thing on Nicola's mind was 
dick as Charlton pulled up her outfit so 
that it bunched around her waist.

   The couple embraced. Nicola was 5'9", 
plus a couple of inches for the heels, 
but even she had to look up into 
Charlton's blue eyes. They kissed again, 
Nicola feeling his erection rubbing 
against her smooth belly. Charlton's 
hands grasped Nicola by the waist and 
raised her up. Nicola's shapely legs 
entwined around his body. With a gasp of 
pleasure, Nicola felt Charlton mount her, 
his cock sliding into her pussy. Resting 
her ass against the counter Nicola 
expertly squeezed her cunt muscles to 
massage his cock, employing all her 
skills on her lover of the moment. She 
closed her eyes, carried away on a crest 
of sexual delight. The couple continued 
to fuck like goats for some time, Nicola 
apparently forgetting about the contest 
(once again) as her cries of ecstasy 
must've carried out into the ballroom. 
Nicola's efforts were eventually rewarded 
with Charlton's hot cum splashed 
liberally inside her body.

   Nicola moaned in sexual relief as she 
lay on the hatcheck counter. Charlton had 
disappeared, but Nicola didn't care- 
she'd got what she wanted. She lay with 
her legs open and crotch unsnapped, her 
well-stuffed pussy seeping joy-juice. 
Still buzzing from the sex (not to 
mention the alcohol), Nicola slipped into 
the bathroom to clean herself off.

   Finally Nicola emerged back into the 
ballroom. She made a grab for the nearest 
glass of champagne and weaved her way 
across the dance floor looking for 
someone else to get to know better. As 
she moved through the crowd the bunny 
tail on Nicola's bottom attracted many an 
affectionate pat, and she was soon 
giggling with delight at all the 
attention.

   "Nicola! Nicola, I need to talk to 
you!" It was Jodi, still dressed in her 
maid's outfit. Nicola gave her a saucy 
smile and gave the girl a leering stare. 
It was a ridiculously short black skirt, 
its frilled hem sticking straight out to 
reveal the black panties and stocking 
tops Jodi was wearing underneath. The 
costume was topless, Jodi's breasts were 
covered only by the white lace apron that 
tied around her neck. "Mmmm, you sure 
look good dressed like that," Nicola 
slurred.

   "I need to tell you about, ulp!" Jodi 
was cut off as Nicola seized the poor 
girl and kissed her deeply, her tongue 
slithering inside her mouth. The display 
of lesbian lust was greeted by much 
hooting by the other contestants and 
Leaguers standing around them. Nicola 
continued to neck with Jodi for a while 
longer, eagerly exploring her mouth. 
Jodi's only response was to stand still, 
allowing the starlet to molest her at 
will.

   Sammy took the stage. "Alright, ladies 
and gentlemen! If the contestants could 
make their way to the wings, we can begin 
judging them on their costumes." Nicola 
suddenly remembered the contest. With a 
jump she disengaged her mouth from 
Jodi's, and made a beeline for the 
backstage area. As Nicola disappeared, 
Jodi was too stunned to do anything but 
stand and grin stupidly.

   Backstage the girls were arranged into 
an order. Sammy quickly explained the 
procedure- he'd introduce each girl, 
they'd come up on stage, make their way 
down the catwalk, and exit. Very simple.

   Nicola swayed as she waited her turn. 
As each of the contestants were called, 
they disappeared through the curtain to 
be greeted by wild applause and delight, 
presumably from the Leaguers who were no 
doubt lucky to be joining the judges to 
view the contest. Nicola smiled. They 
must be really stoked, she thought, that 
an innocent slip-up with the bookings 
allowed them to spend the weekend with 
all these glamorous women!

   Nervously, Nicola fiddled with her 
bunny ears, trying to get them to stick 
up straight. Finally it was her turn. She 
stepped through the curtain and found 
herself standing on stage under a 
spotlight. Cheers and whistles greeted 
her entrance and Nicola smiled out at her 
audience, striking a few poses and 
blowing kisses out to them.

   "Say hello to one very cute little 
bunny, Miss Australia, Nicola Baron!" 
Sammy introduced her. Grinning ear to 
ear, Nicola turned her bottom toward the 
audience and wiggled her tail. More 
applause.

   "Originally from Melbourne, Australia, 
Nicola is twenty years old, a model and 
an actress. Her measurements are 38-25-
35, and her hobbies include nude 
sunbathing, wet t-shirt contests, and 
topless volleyball."

   Nicola strutted her stuff down the 
catwalk, lapping up all the attention. 
With every step Nicola could fell her 
dress creeping lower and lower down her 
body, but with everybody looking there 
was no way she could stop and pull it up. 
So, still grinning, Nicola continued to 
parade down the stage until her boobs had 
worked their way completely free from her 
clothes.

   Nicola reached the end of the catwalk, 
trying to ignore her state of dishabille. 
The entire tops of her tits were visible, 
and she could feel her nipples brushing 
against the stiff top edge of the corset. 
But still Nicola soldiered on. She 
stopped to pose, turning her luscious 
body this way and that so that they could 
see all of her from every angle. The 
audience continued to applaud, but Nicola 
began to realize there were guffaws and 
giggles mixed in there. Nicola posed with 
hands on hips, smiling down at them. The 
front row were pointing at her crotch, 
laughing. Suddenly, Nicola saw what was 
amusing them: after her rendezvous with 
Charlton Heston, Nicola had forgotten to 
close the snap on her crotch. The 
unsecured panel hung free, and Nicola's 
neatly trimmed muff was on display her 
the audience. She panicked for a moment, 
thinking her chances of becoming the next 
Miss West Hollywood had just become zero. 
But maybe, just maybe, the judges didn't 
notice her bare pussy and tits hanging 
out. Nicola blushed as she turned and 
quickly sashayed back up the catwalk.

   "A big hand for Nicola!" Sammy yelled. 
Wild clapping rung in Nicola's ears (both 
real and bunny) as she exited the stage. 
Safe at last, Nicola hunted down more of 
that non-alcoholic champagne to drown 
herself in. The rest of that evening was 
a blur.



   Nicola awoke, the morning sun 
streaming through the window. She stood, 
and gave a loud groan, her head spinning. 
What happened last night? Memories came 
in bursts: walking down the catwalk. 
Nicola smiled, that was a proud moment. 
She had strutted on that stage like she 
was born to be Miss West Hollywood. And 
then her face fell as she remembered- 
first her boobs had popped out of her 
bunny costume, and then she'd realized 
she'd left the crotch unsnapped. Nicola 
had flashed her assets up there to 
everyone in that ballroom- the League of 
Republican Voters, and more importantly 
the judges (whom Nicola had still not 
seen). Other bits and pieces came into 
her mind. Sticking her tongue down Jodi's 
throat. Fucking a Leaguer in the hatcheck 
room. Nicola realized she'd acted 
shamefully last night! She silently 
prayed that no one had seen her, and she 
hadn't been thrown out of the contest. 
Nicola tried to take a step but the sound 
of her bare feet on the carpet made a 
crash that echoed in her skull. Someone 
must've spiked her drink(s)!

   And what about after her little show? 
That was just a blank, right up until 
this moment. It suddenly occurred to 
Nicola that before she tried to recall 
the past she should take stock of where 
she was now. Presently, Nicola was 
standing naked in her hotel room. Scratch 
that, this wasn't her room. From the next 
room came the sound of running water, 
someone was about to get into the shower. 
Nicola's eyes widened in shock. She was 
nude in someone else's room! Frantically 
she searched for her clothes. Her lovely 
bunny costume was no-where to be found, 
all she could find was the 'Miss 
Australia' sash (which raised an 
interesting question- what had she worn 
coming up to the room???).

   Nicola grabbed her sash and made a 
hasty exit before whoever was in the 
bathroom came out. Standing barefoot and 
naked in the hotel hallway, Nicola felt a 
strange sense of deja vu. At least she 
had done this so many times now she knew 
the drill. Carefully draped, the sash 
provided some coverage at least. Her 
breasts jiggling with every step, Nicola 
tiptoed up the corridor. She quickly 
found her bearings (if only she could 
find her clothes that quickly, she 
mused), and realized she was on the same 
floor and not too far from her own room. 
Gingerly, Nicola peeked around a corner, 
hoping to avoid bumping into anyone in 
her current state of undress. She wasn't 
too far from safety!

   "Morning, Miss Baron!" came a cheery 
voice from behind her. Nicola squeaked in 
surprise and whirled around to see a 
hotel porter wheeling a breakfast 
trolley. He gave her a wink, but 
otherwise made no reference to Nicola's 
lack of attire. Now this is odd, she 
thought. He could clearly see her right 
boob, her muff wasn't too hard to miss 
despite the sash, and her bottom must've 
been a tempting sight as he came up 
behind her. Was no one angry or even 
surprised to see her naked in the hotel? 
Were people in Seattle more relaxed about 
this sort of thing than Los Angeles? 
"Hey!" Nicola called out. The porter 
stopped. "I am naked here yknow!" Nicola 
said indignantly. He just smiled. "Yeah, 
I had noticed." Then he turned and went 
back about his business. Nicola gave a 
harrumph, and resolved to corner Sammy 
some time today and wring some answers 
out of him.

   Nicola entered her room and was 
greeted with the sight of the naked 
Angela lying underneath an elderly 
Leaguer, moaning her little heart out. 
Her shapely legs were wrapped around him 
and the couple was fucking so 
enthusiastically neither noticed her 
enter. Finally, he turned to Nicola, 
raised his ten-gallon hat (which, along 
with a pair of boots, was all he was 
wearing) and in a Texan accent bid her 
"Howdy, ma'am." Now Angela realized she 
was in the room, and looked at her 
sharply. "What the hell are you doing?" 
she hissed. 

   "Me?" Nicola replied, "What are you 
doing?"

   "What does it look like I'm doing?!"

   "But the contest!" Nicola wailed. "If 
anyone finds out you've been doing this 
they'll kick you out."

   "If you don't get out now," said 
Angela through clenched teeth, "as soon 
as I'm done here I'm going to kick your 
fat foreign ass." Nicola gave her an 
incensed look, but she knew from bitter 
experience that Angela was more than 
capable of doing it. The adorable Aussie 
starlet grabbed some clothes- a pair of 
spandex shorts and her 'Models Rule!' t-
shirt- and beat a hasty retreat. Nicola 
got dressed standing in the corridor, not 
caring if anyone saw her nude or not 
(practically everyone in the hotel 
must've by now), and then she headed down 
stairs to find Sammy.

   Down in the lobby Nicola checked out 
the scoreboard. Her points had leapt from 
1 up to 3, still far behind any of the 
other girls. Angela herself was now on 
21- no, 22, as Nicola watched the digits 
jumped up one. However, a second column 
of numbers had been added, labeled 
'Costume'. Despite her appalling display, 
the judges had looked on her favorably, 
and with a squeak of joy Nicola saw that 
she had been awarded 10/10 points! With a 
smile of self-satisfaction, Nicola noted 
that Angela had only got 7. Suck!!! But 
it still left her, overall, way behind. 
This afternoon was the swimsuit parade, 
and tonight was the last part, the talent 
contest, when the judges would make their 
final decision. Nicola knew that if she 
had any hope of winning the title of Miss 
West Hollywood she'd have to really put 
on a good show tonight to really impress 
the judges. She still had no idea what 
she was going to do for the talent 
contest. She was an actress, perhaps a 
performance of Hamlet's soliloquy would 
move them? 

   Nicola made her way down to the 
basement to look for Sammy. She stopped 
outside his office door, and hearing 
voices, hid outside and listened.

   "Here you go, Mr. Fish," said a voice 
Nicola didn't recognize, "the second 
'installment'." Nicola could almost hear 
Sammy rubbing his greasy hands together. 
It sounded like he was being paid for 
something! But what? "I hope you and the 
other League of Republican Voters are 
pleased with this year's bevy?" 

   Nicola gasped. The League! Sammy was 
supposed to help organize and MC the Miss 
West Hollywood Contest, what possible 
connection could he have to them? 

   "Well." replied the other voice, 
"there is one girl, the Australian." 

   Nicola gasped. They meant her! 

   "Knickers," said Sammy. "Yes, I should 
apologize about her." 

   Nicola frowned. Well really! 

   "No, not at all! The guys are really 
finding her naivety very refreshing. 
She's quite the little shag-muffin, I can 
tell you." 

   Nicola blinked. She'd been called many 
things in her career before but 'shag-
muffin' was a new one. It was kinda cute.

   "Well, I'll be getting along now," the 
stranger continued. "I want to enjoy as 
much of our 'political conference' as 
possible." The two men laughed at 
whatever joke had sailed over Nicola's 
head. She crouched behind the door as he 
exited, making sure he didn't see her. He 
was quite sexy, she thought, a bit like 
Paul Newman. As he walked off Nicola 
hoped she'd bump into him again.

   What was Sammy up to? Nicola wondered. 
He was obviously involved in something 
crooked. Nicola was resolved to find out 
what. She gave a wicked little grin as a 
plan quickly formulated as how to get to 
the bottom of this once and for all.

   Sammy was still counting his money 
when he heard a rapping on the door. "Who 
is it?"

   "It's me, Knickers." The adorable 
little Aussie poked her head inside his 
office and gave him a smile. "I just 
thought I'd come down and see what you 
were up do." Sammy broke out into a broad 
grin, sensing this at last was the moment 
he'd been waiting for. He jumped up from 
behind his desk like an eager puppy to 
greet her. "Knickers! Please, come on in, 
take a seat." He took her by the arm and 
maneuvered her towards the couch. Sitting 
together, Sammy gently caressed her 
lovely bare arm. His eyes roaming across 
her gorgeous body, her charms 
inadequately concealed by her cut-off t-
shirt.

   "Gosh, it's so hot down here," said 
Nicola, wiping at her forehead. "Phew!" 
She plucked the top of her t-shirt and 
tugged it back and forth in an effort to 
fan herself. All she really accomplished 
was to give Sammy tempting glimpses of 
boobs. "Yes, we're right next to the 
boiler down here," he murmured, his eyes 
glued to Nicola's chest. "Say." said 
Nicola, "you wouldn't mind if I took my 
shirt off, would you? It's just so darn 
hot in here."

   Sammy broke into a dopey grin. "No, 
you go right ahead." Nicola gave him a 
sweet smile, and tugged the tiny t off 
with a flourish. At the first sight of 
Nicola's beautiful bare tits, Sammy let 
out a moan of delight. "There, that's 
much better," said Nicola. She cuddled up 
next to him on the couch, pressing her 
boobs against his arm. "Yknow Sammy, it's 
funny that we've known each other for a 
couple of months now, and I've never 
actually had sex with you."

   "Yeah that is funny." He put his arm 
around Nicola, drawing her close, his 
hand reaching over her shoulder to fondle 
her bare boob. Nicola gave a naughty 
grin. "We really should do something 
about that." She grasped his zip and 
pulled. Sammy nodded dumbly. Finally he 
was going to get his dick into this 
gorgeous Aussie starlet! Nicola took her 
time in getting Sammy's pants off, gently 
pulling them down his hairy legs. Sammy's 
heart beat faster. Every time her hands 
brushed against his crotch, Sammy's 
impatience (and his cock) grew redder 
with desire. Nicola pulled his underpants 
down now, and Sammy's erect penis popped 
up. The starlet's eyes lit up. "Hell-o!" 
she said. Nicola's dainty hands glided 
along the length of his shaft. Sammy's 
eyes fluttered. 

   Nicola slid down her shorts. She was, 
of course, not wearing any knickers. 
Sammy looked at her glistening pussy and 
saw heaven. "Quickly, quickly," he 
rasped. Nicola placed a finger on her 
lips. "All in good time, my sweet. You've 
waited this long, a few seconds more will 
make it feel all the better." Sammy 
nodded. His prick, purple and swollen 
with eagerness, bobbed between them. 

   Slowly, Nicola pushed Sammy back on 
the couch. She threw one of her long, 
tanned legs over Sammy's lap, straddling 
him. Nicola braced herself in this 
position, her open cunt suspended inches 
above Sammy's cock. Sammy whimpered in 
desire, he wanted this sooooo bad! "Are 
you ready now?" Nicola asked. Sammy 
nodded eagerly. Yes! Yes! Yes! Bit by bit 
Nicola lowered herself onto Sammy's lap, 
gently guiding his erect penis into her. 
Sammy had never known a woman to take so 
long to mount him and he was practically 
foaming at the mouth in his eagerness to 
fuck her. Finally Nicola had slid his 
entire length into her pussy and her cute 
little bottom settled on his thighs. 
Sammy let out a satisfied groan. Nicola 
gave a wiggle to settle herself, sending 
shivers of delight through Sammy's body.

   With infinite care, Nicola began to 
bob up and down on Sammy's cock. 
Impatient with her slow speed, Sammy 
began to fuck her faster, picking up the 
pace. As the rhythm increased it was 
Nicola staying still as a Sammy stroked 
frantically in and out of her body. His 
mind was racing with the ecstasy of the 
moment. He was fucking Nicola Baron! Yes! 
Yes! Yes! Sammy was thrusting faster and 
faster when suddenly-

   He couldn't stroke out of her. Nicola 
had stopped. Sammy wriggled, but his dick 
was caught, squeezed tight inside 
Nicola's cunt. "What the? Why have you 
stopped!" he whimpered. His trapped penis 
twitched, anxious to be getting back to 
the pleasurable task of humping the 
starlet.

   "No so fast," Nicola said with an evil 
grin. "Now that I've got you right where 
I want you, Sammy Fish, you are going to 
answer a few questions." Sammy writhed 
beneath her, but it was no good. "Please, 
please! I need to fuck you!" he 
whimpered. "Not until you tell me what's 
really going on around here," Nicola 
growled. Her stern face told him she was 
in no mood for games. In desperation 
Sammy blurted out the truth. "OK, OK, you 
win! There is no Miss West Hollywood 
beauty pageant!"

   Nicola gasped in shock. "What?"

   "It's just something I made up 10 
years ago."

   "Then what's this all about?"

   "It's just an excuse for a bunch of 
wealthy old guys to meet some horny young 
girls and spend a weekend away from their 
wives. They pay me to set the whole thing 
up. Every year the contest is booked into 
the Paradise Lake Hotel 'coincidentally' 
at the same time as the League of 
Republican Voters Annual Conference."

   "Do the other girls know about this?"

   "Of course! They know what's going on, 
so do the hotel staff, everyone. Everyone 
except you. When you got here I thought 
you already knew, but when it became 
obvious you didn't we just sort of. 
played along."

   Nicola frowned. Now it all made sense. 
Angela laughing behind her back, Amy 
saying it wasn't a real beauty pageant. 
Nicola's cheeks burned to realize she'd 
been duped. "So, there really is no 
contest then?"

   "Well, there's no official Miss West 
Hollywood contest, no. But the Leaguers 
keep score and judge the girls, and the 
winner gets a $5000 cash bonus for being 
such a good sport." 

   Of course, thought Nicola. The 
scoreboard, it was the number of men 
she'd had sex with. She stood up, 
disengaging herself from a slurp from 
Sammy's dick. Still purple with desire, 
and coated with Nicola's love slime, it 
stood like an enraged flagpole between 
his legs. "Then I've still got a contest 
to win," she said with determination. "It 
may not be the Miss West Hollywood Beauty 
Pageant, but I'm entered in it and I'm 
going to do my best to win!" Nicola 
turned on her heel and marched out of 
Sammy's office.

   "But. but. what about." Sammy gestured 
desperately towards his raging hard-on. 
But there was no sign of Nicola coming 
back. He gave a sigh and reached for the 
phone. "Jodi! Come to my office now! 
There's a job here only you can handle!"

   Still nude- and more than a little 
horny from her near-fuck with Sammy- 
Nicola emerged into the hotel's leisure 
complex. She was running out of time, and 
with the end of the contest only hours 
away, Nicola had to find some old men to 
fuck and soon!

   Nicola spied Angela, out on her old 
stalking ground by the pool. She was 
chatting to one of the Leaguers. She was 
wearing her black bikini and tugging at 
the strings that held her top on. In a 
few seconds her pointy tits were bare, 
and they were pointing at him. Nicola 
dashed over toward them. "Oh Angela," she 
said sweetly, "Reception asked me to give 
you a message. The clinic called- they 
need to speak to you urgently." The old 
man gasped, Angela's face went purple 
with rage. Before she could do anything, 
Nicola gave her a push. With a squeal, 
Angela fell backward into the pool. "Time 
for you to cool off, slut," Nicola 
quipped with satisfaction (she always 
wanted to be able to say something like 
that).

   Nicola turned to the man who was now 
hers for the taking. He wasn't as 
attractive as the others- if he looked 
like anyone famous, it was Don Knotts- 
but it was a start, and Nicola had a lot 
of catching up to do. Nicola gave him a 
model's pose, hands on hips, thrusting 
her chest out at him, the prettiest of 
smiles dancing on her lips. Don's face 
was a dopey grin as his eyes traveled up 
and down Nicola's perfect, nude body. 

   "Excuse me," Nicola asked, "did you 
order a naked girl?"

   In the hours that followed, Nicola 
continued to rack up an impressive score. 
Now knowing that winning hinged upon a 
lack of propriety, Nicola ran naked and 
giggling through the halls and grounds of 
the Paradise Lake Hotel in her quest to 
find men to have sex with. By the time 
she had to get ready for the swimsuit 
parade, Nicola was a very satisfied 
little starlet. 

   Back in her room (mercifully, Angela 
was out), Nicola opened up her bag. It 
was time to break out Nicola's lucky pink 
bikini. She'd owned it since she arrive 
in LA, and had worn it at the very 
audition that had landed her the lead 
role in 'Bikini Bandits', the movie that 
launched her career. 

   Nicola held the two tiny strips of 
fabric in her hands, as she turned toward 
the mirror and indulged in a little 
ritual she liked to call Checking Out A 
Really Great Ass. Spending half the day 
nude out doors had really topped up her 
tan, and she looked as fabulous as 
always. Nicola tweaked her nipples, and 
they sprang to attention. Nicola smiled. 
Now it was time for her to really put on 
a show for the judges.

   Once again the Paradise Lake Hotel's 
Grand Ballroom was the location for the 
swimsuit parade. The girls waited 
backstage for the event to begin, twenty-
five gorgeous girls standing around in 
nothing more than skimpy bathing suits 
waiting for the elderly Leaguers to cast 
a lustful eye over their luscious bodies 
and declare which of them was the most 
fuckable. This time Nicola was more clued 
up on what was going on. And this time, 
word had got around that Nicola had been 
under the misapprehension that the Miss 
West Hollywood Beauty Pageant was a real 
beauty pageant, and she was the subject 
of much pointing and giggling. Nicola's 
cheeks flushed with shame but she put a 
brave face on it. The ringleader for this 
teasing was, of course, Angela.

   "Boy, Knickers," she laughed, "I 
always knew you were a total bimbo but 
this takes the cake."

   "Shut up," Nicola murmured. "No one 
ever told me."

   "It sure was a sight, seeing up strut 
around here trying to be the proper 
little beauty queen. And you still fucked 
a couple of those old fossils. You are 
such a slut." Angela broke into laughter. 
Nicola badly wanted to teach Angela a 
lesson, but she was so far in the lead 
there was no way she could catch up even 
with the swimsuit parade and the talent 
contest later.

   Before the bitching could get serious, 
Sammy appeared. He rubbed his greasy 
hands together and leered at the girls. 
They eagerly rushed to cluster around 
him, pressing their young bodies against 
him. "Girls, girls, please," he said, and 
he made feeble attempts to fend off the 
bevy of barely-dressed beauties. "The 
swimsuit parade will begin shortly. 
Please line up in you order." Sammy 
swatted a handy rump (it turned out to be 
Tammy), and then disappeared around 
behind the curtains. Nicola heard a burst 
of applause and figured that Sammy had 
launched into his monolog. 

   The girls waited in order. Jodi 
appeared, dressed in a surprisingly 
sedate outfit consisting of a miniskirt 
and crop top. She hurried over to Nicola. 
"Knickers! I've been trying to get hold 
of you. There's something I need to tell 
you, about the contest."

   "That it isn't a real contest?" Nicola 
replied. "Yup, I figured it out. Thanks 
for trying to let me know." Jodi gave an 
apologetic shrug, and then made her up to 
the top of the queue where her job was to 
shepherd the girls out onto the catwalk.

   Butterflies fluttered in Nicola's 
tummy. She had been nervous enough 
mounting the stage last night when she 
thought she was in a real beauty pageant, 
now that she knew that she was supposed 
to go out there expose herself to the 
audience things were even worse. Come on 
Knickers, she told herself. She'd done 
this sort of thing before. Remember "The 
Tony Moroni Show"? That night Nicola had 
stripped bare and strutted her stuff on 
live TV, and loved every moment of it. 
She closed her eyes, conjuring up the 
memory of that night, the desire she'd 
felt, to need to feel the eyes of all 
those men glued to her naked body. 
Nicola's hands glided across her own 
flesh, feeling goose bumps rise on her 
skin. 

   "It's time," a sweet voice whispered 
in Nicola's ear. She opened her eyes to 
see Jodi staring at her with those 
beautiful brown eyes of hers. Nicola 
smiled. She could hear Sammy announce 
her, and the roar of delight that 
followed her name. A wave of pleasure 
fell upon the starlet to hear such a 
reaction. Nicola's smile became a big 
grin, and with that she stepped through 
the curtain and out onto the stage.

   Nicola felt like she was whisked away 
to another world when she crossed out 
onto the stage, a world of wild 
exhibitionism. The lights glared down on 
her, waves of noise engulfing her. Nicola 
stood just in front of the curtain, 
slipping into a model's pose- hands on 
hips, chest thrust forward, chin held 
high, leg slightly forward. Stage right 
stood the other contestants in a row, all 
of them stark naked except for their 
sashes, with their bikinis casually 
hanging off their arms. It suddenly 
occurred to Nicola that she should come 
up with a clever strip routine to get her 
bikini off, but as fate would have it, 
she didn't have to.

   Unbeknownst to Nicola, when she had 
struck her pose, she'd snagged the back 
of her bikini top on a nail sticking out 
of the rear wall of the stage. As 
applause washed over her, Nicola began 
her elegant strut down the catwalk. She 
made just one stride of her lovely long 
legs when the nail snapped her back. 
Nicola gave a squeal of surprise as she 
stumbled. Her bikini top fell undone, and 
by reflex Nicola grabbed it before it 
fell completely away. Her smile 
faltering, Nicola made her way down the 
catwalk, clutching the top half of her 
bathing suit as it began to slide away. 
The audience chuckled, no doubt 
remembering Nicola as the adorable but 
clumsy bunny girl from last night. As she 
strutted forwards, Nicola began to 
encounter problems with her bikini 
bottoms too. She mustn't've tied them on 
properly, and the string began to slip 
down her shapely thigh. With her hands 
busy trying to keep her top in place, 
there was no way Nicola could tug her 
bottoms up.

   With the audience enjoying the show, 
Nicola realized this was precisely what 
she needed. A sly smile slid across her 
lips. She loosened her grip on the top, 
letting it slide down so that her right 
nipple was free and the left not far 
behind it. Her bottoms continued their 
downward slid, determined to bare 
Nicola's muff whether she wanted to or 
not, every stride causing them to untie 
just a bit more. Nicola finally reached 
the end of the catwalk, her modesty more 
or less preserved. Better do something 
about that, she thought. As she finished 
her saunter, Nicola came to a halt, and 
spun on her heels with an exaggerated 
sway of her hips. This was more than the 
poorly-tied knot could handle, and 
centrifugal force sent Nicola's skimpy 
bikini bottoms sailing off out into the 
audience. Nicola overplayed a look of 
surprise, her lips forming into a perfect 
O of "oops". At the same time, her bikini 
top slipped from her hands, and Nicola 
stood in front of the League of 
Republican Voters stark naked. The 
applause was a blur of adulation, with 
cheers and whistles at such a level that 
Nicola didn't think old men were capable 
of. 

   Nicola continued to pose nude at the 
end of the catwalk for a few moments 
more, letting them drink in the sight of 
her gorgeous body. Then she turned again 
and strutted back up toward the stage, 
her bottom wiggling with every step. 
Nicola stepping into the lineup of naked 
contestants, though Nicola noted with 
satisfaction that she was the only one 
who had abandoned her bikini completely.

   The rest of the girls did their 
sashays down the catwalk. In Nicola's 
opinion, none could match her for sheer 
stripping ability. Finally the last girl 
came and took her place in the wall of 
naked flesh that lined the stage. All 
twenty girls stood clad in nothing but 
their sashes, high heels, and a broad 
smile.

   "There they are, gentlemen," Sammy 
announced, "twenty of the most beautiful 
women in the world. You've all made your 
picks, and scored each and every one. I'm 
sure you've got your own favorites, I 
know I sure do." He gave a lascivious 
wink. "We'll all be back here again in 
the grand ballroom tonight at 8.30 for 
the final round, the talent contest. Of 
course, you've already enjoyed the 
special 'talents' each of these lovelies 
possesses, but we've yet to see what else 
they're capable of. The final judging 
complete, all that will remain is to 
select our special winner. So see you all 
then!"

   Nicola would've liked to spend more 
time racking up points with the Leaguers. 
Her score now stood at 14, not too bad 
considering 11 of those were just since 
this morning, but there was no way of 
matching Angela's 26. In a few hours the 
talent contest would begin. The evening 
would probably end by 10pm, as many of 
the Leaguers had to be back in boardrooms 
and campaign offices first thing Monday 
morning and would fly out tonight. Nicola 
resigned herself to not winning the 
contest, but she could still top Angela 
in the talent contest.

   Nicola was sitting by the pool trying 
to think of what do to for her talent 
contest when Amy appeared. Dressed in her 
bikini, the blonde flashed Nicola a warm 
smile and wiggled toward her carrying two 
drinks. "Hi Knickers," she said, "you 
looked pretty thirsty sitting out here so 
I brought you a soda." She gave Nicola a 
wink. "Once a stewardess, always a 
stewardess." As she bent over to put the 
glass down next to Nicola, the Aussie 
starlet couldn't help but stare at Amy's 
cleavage as it threatened to pop out her 
bikini top. Those tits, thought Nicola, 
so tasty. suddenly, inspiration hit 
Nicola. She knew exactly what would turn 
those crusty old Leaguers on, and really 
show Angela up. A broad grin spread 
across her face.

   "What's got you so happy?" Amy asked.

   "How would you like to give those guys 
the thrill of their lives?"

   Amy's face lit up. "Would I? We 
stewardesses just live to give the boys a 
thrill."

   "Then we've got some work to do," said 
Nicola. "You may win this one, Angela 
Monroe, but I'm going to give you a run 
for your money."


Sammy Fish, standing in the darkness of 
the wings, suppressed a yawn. Angela was 
on stage, performing the same routine she 
did every year. Dressed as a topless 
schoolgirl, her hair in pigtails, Angela 
jump-roped to some synth-drenched 80s 
song that was probably in the charts when 
Angela was a little girl.

   The raven-haired beauty beamed out at 
the audience. Sammy always thought the 
routine would work better if Angela's 
tits were bigger, but they did look very 
fetching bobbing up and down. Angela 
never needed to put on anything special 
for the talent contest, she'd already 
done her best "moves" in the bedroom, and 
she was sure to win the $5000 bonus.

   Angela finished up as the audience 
applauded her act. She curtsied, casting 
sultry glances and blowing kisses, before 
trotting off stage. Sammy applauded too, 
though more to be polite than any actual 
appreciation of her dance efforts.

   "A big hand for Angel Monroe!" cried 
Sammy. "How fast they grow up," he 
quipped, and the audience chuckled. 
"Regrettably, it's now time for our last 
show of the evening. Our next contestant. 
I'm sorry, that's our next contestants, 
are here together to double your viewing 
pleasure. Please give a warm welcome for 
Amy Vallens and Nicola Baron!"

   In the center of the stage, a 
spotlight appeared revealing Amy sitting 
in an armchair. She was dressed in 
business clothes- white blouse, with dark 
gray jacket and skirt, and was reading a 
magazine. From over the PA came a voice: 
"Welcome aboard Fantasy Airlines Flight 
69. We're currently cruising at an 
altitude of 30,000 feet, we've switched 
off the seatbelt sign, so relax and one 
of our lovely stewardesses will be along 
shortly to tend to your needs."

   On cue, Nicola entered. She was 
wearing the same outfit Amy had worn last 
night, the 'bikini stewardess' costume. 
This was greeted by whistles from the 
audience. Nicola smiled at them, striking 
a few poses. The string bikini was a mite 
too small for Nicola's shapelier figure, 
and her boobs threatened to burst out of 
the tiny top. With a wiggle she walked upstage.

   "Oh, stewardess," Amy hailed her. 
"Yes?" Nicola replied. She bent at the 
waist, presenting her bottom to the 
audience, and her breasts to Amy. 
"Stewardess, there's something wrong with 
my seatbelt. It seems to be jammed." 

   "I'll see what I can do," Nicola 
replied, and began to fiddle with the 
belt. "My, it sure is stuck," she said, 
tugging on the clasp. Finally, Nicola 
gave a yank and with a loud rip pulled 
off Amy's smart skirt. The audience burst 
out laughing. Amy played indignant.

   "You stupid girl!" she cried. From the 
waist down, Amy now looked less business-
like in white panties and stockings. "I'm 
ever so sorry," Nicola replied. "We'll 
have it mended by the time we land."

   "See that you do," Amy growled. "In 
the mean-time, bring me a drink! Scotch 
on the rocks."

   "Yes, ma'am," Nicola replied, and 
scooted off stage. Amy sat alone in the 
seat, the audience enjoying the sight of 
her dressed for work from the 
waist up, and fun from the waist down. 
Nicola appeared a moment later, carrying 
a glass of amber liquid. "Here you are, 
ma'am- opps!" Nicola stumbled, and the 
drink went flying- right onto Amy! The 
audience roared with laughter, though 
everyone must've known that was going to 
happen.

   Furious, Amy leapt to her feet. "You 
clumsy girl!" Her blouse was ruined. She 
wiped at liquid on her face. "I have an 
important meeting to attend when we 
land!"

   "I'm sorry, ma'am," Nicola replied. 
"If you give me the blouse, we can do our 
best to clean it up. Amy gave an 
exaggerated sigh, and then proceeded to 
slowly remove the garment, playing the 
strip routine to her audience, but still 
managing to keep in character. Amy handed 
over the blouse, revealing her perky 
assets in a matching white bra that did 
little to hide her dark brown nipples. 
She stood on stage, hands on hips, posing 
for the delight of her Leaguers. "Bring 
me a napkin," she ordered. Again, Nicola 
scooted off the stage, her g-stringed 
bottom wiggling.

   A moment later she returned. "Um, I'll 
really sorry about this," she stammered, 
"but we appear to have run out of 
napkins."

   "What?" Amy roared. "I'm soaked thanks 
to you! Now what can I clean myself 
with?" The answer seemed obvious to the 
audience, but the two girls on stage 
stood with their index fingers on their 
chins wondering about it, before Amy 
announced: "There's nothing else to do. 
You'll have to give me your bikini top."

   Nicola bit her lip. "Do I have to?"

   "Yes. It's your fault I'm standing 
here sticky and half naked."

   "OK," Nicola reluctantly replied. She 
turned, keeping her back to the audience, 
and deftly untied the knot that held her 
top on. She turned back to face them, 
holding the thin strip of material across 
her breasts but leaving the strings to 
dangle down her side. Slowly, the teasing 
minx pulled the top away, baring her 
breasts. The spectators went wild with 
delight and Nicola reluctantly handed it 
over to Amy.

   Nicola posed, making a poor attempt to 
cover her boobs. Amy wiped her face and 
hands down with the impromptu facecloth. 
The bikini top wasn't very big to start 
with, and before the job was done it was 
a useless soggy ball.

   "I'm still wet!" Amy complained. 
"You'll have to give me your bottoms 
too."

   "I don't think." Nicola tried to 
reply, but Amy cut her off. "Don't think 
just do." She seized the end of the knot 
that held Nicola's bikini bottoms in 
place, and with one good tug whipped them 
away, leaving Nicola completely naked. 
She gave a squeak of surprise, and a 
little blush, as the audience laughed at 
the poor nude girl and her predicament.

   "I can assure you," said Amy as she 
wiped her legs with the remains of 
Nicola's clothes, "I will be making a 
full complaint to your superiors when we 
land."

   "Oh please don't," Nicola stammered. 
"This is the third time this has 
happened. today. They'll fire me!"

   "You should've thought of that 
before," Amy replied tartly. 

   Nicola's embarrassment dissolved, and 
a sultry look crossed her pretty face. 
"I'm sure there must be something I can 
do to make you forget all of this," she 
said in a low, sexy voice. She reached 
out and began to stroke Amy's silky 
blonde hair, her bare boobs jiggling. 
Before Amy could reply Nicola leapt 
forward and kissed her passionately on 
the lips. The audience let out a 
collective moan, evidently liking the 
twist this little tale was taking!

   Amy broke free. "Stewardess, please! I 
have a boyfriend."

   "That's OK," Nicola replied, "So do 
I!" She seized Amy again in an ardent 
embrace, and they kissed. After a moment 
of necking Amy pulled away, panting. "Oh 
go on," Nicola insisted. "All the male 
passengers love it when I do this."

   "Oh, well, if you put I like that." 
Amy replied. She grabbed Nicola by the 
shoulders and swung her round to kiss her 
on the lips. The couple continued to 
explore each other's mouths for a few 
moments later. A murmur of delight from 
the dark told the girls that their unseen 
audience was really enjoying the show.

   "What now?" Amy whispered to Nicola.

   "Just follow my lead," Nicola replied. 
She led the blonde neophyte upstage, all 
the while kissing her. Nicola then 
proceeded to strip Amy, beginning with 
the bra. She slowly undid the clasp, 
making the most of the moment. Amy played 
shy, turning her back as Nicola tossed 
the bra offstage. The Australian ran her 
hands over Amy's bare back, gradually 
turning her to face the audience so they 
could see her beautiful breasts. 
Blushing, she smiled out at them. Another 
babble of noise told the girls they were 
doing it right.

   Next Nicola tugged down Amy's panties, 
slipping them down her legs. Leaning 
against her lover, Amy stepped out of 
them. The couple now stood naked on 
stage. Nicola's hands roved across the 
blonde stewardesses' body, caressing her 
gently. Amy caught on real quick, and was 
soon enjoying the feel of Nicola's naked 
body pressed tight against her own.

   "Time to heat things up a bit," Nicola 
whispered. "What do you mean?" Amy asked, 
a little unsure what she meant. "This," 
said Nicola. She laid on her back and 
pulled her over her, twisting her around 
to face the opposite direction, and 
maneuvered the blonde to give the 
audience the best view. Nicola's head was 
now right beneath Amy's crotch. Nicola 
raised her lips to Amy's joy department. 
Using her tongue she gently teased out 
the labia and begun to suckle on that 
tender sweetmeat.

   Amy let out a squeak of surprise at 
Nicola's apparent ad-libbing, quickly 
followed by a moan of pleasure. Nicola 
continued to noisily slurp away at Amy's 
pussy. Shivering with desire, she lowered 
her head to Nicola's crotch and returned 
the favor. The two girls continued to 69 
for several minutes, all for the 
enjoyment of the elderly Leaguers.

   Evidently a new sensation for Amy, she 
began to buck her hips, letting out a 
continuous cry that sounded somewhere 
between a moan and a squeal. Sobbing with 
passion, the stewardess fucked Nicola's 
face, forgetting she was doing this in 
public.

   With a high-pitched yelp Amy orgasmed, 
splashing her love juice all over 
Nicola's pretty face. The Aussie starlet 
quickly followed suit, letting out a 
serious of low grunts that rose into an 
animalistic yell of sexual release.

   The couple collapsed into each other's 
arms, gently kissing and cuddling. The 
roar of delight and applause from the 
spectators brought them back to the here 
and now. Smiling shyly, they stood and 
bowed gracefully. Slick with their own 
sweat and each other's juices, they 
basked in the adulation of their 
audience.

   Sammy, visibly excited, came back on 
the stage. He stood between the two naked 
girls, their arms around his rotund 
waist.

   "Well," announced Sammy, "this has 
been quite a finale to a very memorable 
year. I guess it's pretty obvious who 
should win the 2002 title of Miss West 
Hollywood. She's been an adorable sight, 
providing us with a lot of fun all 
weekend, and now she pulls out something 
like this. Gentlemen, I give you the one 
and only Miss Nicola 'Knickers' Baron!"

   The Leaguers stood, applauding. Nicola 
saw with some satisfaction that many of 
them had considerable bulges in their 
crotches. She blushed. "I couldn't've 
done it without my little co-star, Amy."

   Amy was applauding too. She shook her 
head and grinned. "Thanks, Knickers, but 
this show was all yours!"

   "Paul Newman" made his way onstage, 
clutching a small crown, a sash and an 
envelope. "We don't normally crown a 
'Miss West Hollywood," he announced, "But 
Nicola's sweet naivety has captured our 
hearts. And really turned us on. So, 
Nicola, after ten years of holding this 
contest, we'd like to crown you the first 
real Miss West Hollywood." He placed the 
crown on her head, and draped the sash 
around her naked body. Nicola shivered 
with delight. "I don't know what to say. 
Thank you, thank you all!"

   The rest of the contestants stood on 
the edge of the stage, still naked and 
joined in the applause. One of them, 
however, didn't clap. Angela. She stood 
with her hands on her shapely hips, 
glaring at the busty brunette who had 
become the bane of her career for the 
past couple of months. "Not so fast!" she 
yelled, and marched toward Nicola. "I've 
been here before, you're going to give 
her the prize money, even though I 
clearly won with more points, aren't 
you!?"

   Paul shook his head. "No, Angela, we 
were just getting to you. You definitely 
earned the $5000 bonus. We just wanted to 
give the lovely Nicola something special 
for all the gratification she's given us. 
We've learned a special lesson this 
weekend. We horny old men have disabused 
the fine institution that is the beauty 
contest. But Nicola has reminded us how 
important a good show really is. From now 
on, the Miss West Hollywood Beauty 
Pageant will be a real beauty pageant!"

   "Does this mean you won't want to fuck 
the girls in future?" Sammy asked. "Of 
course not," Paul replied. "We just want 
to give the winner a title, too." He gave 
Amy a playful swat on her bottom, and the 
naked blonde giggled.

   "Do I get the cash or not?" Angela 
demanded. "Sure," said Paul, handing her 
the envelope. Angela opened it and 
counted the money.

   "And I get to be Miss West Hollywood?" 
Nicola asked. "You betcha honey," Paul 
replied.

   The two nude starlets looked at each 
other. "So." said Nicola, "I guess for 
once, we both get what we want?"

   Angela gave a toss of her jet-black 
hair. "I guess so," she said sullenly. 
Nicola felt a little relieved the ice was 
at last melting between them. "So, this looks 
like the start of a beautiful 
friendship?"

   "Don't push it," Angela snarled.

END