Title: BikiniVivor Author: Knickers Universe: Nicola Adventures Keywords: FF, Fdom, exhib Summary: When a reality show goes wrong, Nicola and Angela are stranded together. 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 © 2002,2003 the author. Permission is granted to freely distribute, provided it is not altered in any way. It may not be posted to any website or included in any archive without the author's permission. There is no Nicola. All characters are fictitious. The situations are made-up. This is only a fantasy, and any similarity to real persons, events & institutions is pure coincidence. The "Nicola Adventures" are a series of erotic stories about an Australian model-turned- actress who travels to Hollywood to find stardom. They are to date: (in reading order) 1. Nicola's Hot Screen Test 2. Nicola & the Helpful Angel 3. Bikini Audition 4. Shutterbug Starlets 5. Bikini Stewardesses Go Mile High 6. Hollywood Party Hostesses 7. Nicola: Live & Uncensored 8. Carwash Cuties 9. Nicola Gets A Woody 10. Bikini Christmas Carol 11. Sex Kitten 12. Bikini Sorority House Party 13. Bikini Audition 2: The Wrath of Angela 14. Best in Show 15. Knickers Down in Acapulco 16. InfoNicola 17. Undercover Starlet 18. BikiniVivor <- 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 movie reviews. BikiniVivor (FF Fdom exhib) Nicola, enjoying the sensation of the warm Caribbean sunshine on her body and the sea-air running through her long, chestnut-colored hair, raised her chin and pushed her bikini-covered boobs out. "Great, great," said her photographer, snapping off shots of the stunning starlet. "Now give the camera a real kittenish look." Nicola battered her eyelashes, casting him a cock-stiffening 'come hither' look with her baby blue eyes. "Excellent!" the photographer enthused. "Now reach behind your back and untie your top." Without hesitation, Nicola's nimble fingers were untying the knot that held her tiny white bikini top in place. She removed the unnecessary item of clothing and placed it on the deck of the launch for safekeeping. Needless to say, the ex-model turned actress had no tan lines. Now topless, Nicola went back to posing, the camera catching plenty of shots of her delicious, tits. Now this was heaven, thought Nicola with a smile. She was on a launch zooming through the Caribbean Sea, heading out for her latest assignment. Nicola Baron, Australian-born B-movie starlet, had been hired for a new reality series called 'BikiniVivor'. It was basically a rip-off of 'Survivor', except that instead of a bunch of no- talent nobodies, the contestants would be a bevy of gorgeous actresses and models, all of them doing whatever it takes to win the game. And, unlike Survivor, BikiniVivor would be a little more... risqué. The show would screen on cable television, so it would be anything goes on this program. Which is why, as she was being jet-boated to the location, Nicola was posing half-naked for a few publicity stills. Nicola licked her lips. Her pert nipples were slightly erect, her bare torso glistening with suntan lotion. Nude modeling came second nature to the uninhibited Aussie so that as she posed, her mind wandered. She still didn't know all that much about BikiniVivor. All she'd been told was that she'd be taken to an island and participate in a series of challenges and eliminations, most of which would require the girls to parade their bodies in revealing swimsuits before taking them off. Well, thought Nicola, no problems there. She had a superb 38-25-35 body, and was more than willing to show it off, especially to advance her career. However, there was one little dark cloud on the horizon. Angela Monroe. Out of the corner of her eye, Nicola cast a sideways glance at her long-time nemesis. She was a beautiful starlet- tall, very slim and a little muscular, her small, perky breasts barely concealed in a black bikini top. They'd been bitter enemies since Nicola first arrived in Hollywood almost a year ago. Their fiery relationship had recently cooled to the point where they could stand to be near each other without catfighting, but that was about it. Like Nicola, Angela had also been hired to appear on BikiniVivor. Was it just a coincidence they were here together? Angela sat alone near the rear of the boat, brushing out her long, raven-colored mane. She glanced over at Nicola, and the Aussie starlet quickly looked away. No need to antagonize her, she cautioned herself. Nicola switched her attention back to the cameraman. She slipped into a classic modeling technique, the subject should do everything in her power to seduce to camera. Nicola was very good at it. A little too good- on more than one occasion, she'd wound up on the floor of the studio fucking her photographer. Suddenly, there was a bump, and the whole boat shuddered. Nicola squealed as she was thrown to the deck. "What happened?" cried Angela. The boat's pilot fought with the controls. "I don't know. We hit something. We'll have to abandon ship." Pandemonium broke out. The boat was staggering in the water, lurching back and forth. The engine throbbed half-heartedly then died. Nicola barely caught sight of the other three before the launch shuddered again. Next thing the starlet knew she was flailing about in the water. "Make for that island!" someone shouted. Splashing wildly, Nicola began to swim towards a sandy atoll a short distance away. It had all happened so quickly her pretty head could barely take in what was going on. It seemed like forever, stroking through the water. At last her feet touched sandy bottom, and she was able to drag her body up onto the golden beach. Her semi-naked body. Nicola remembered that she'd left her bikini top on the boat, and the only thing covering her exquisite breasts was a coating of sand stuck to her wet, glistening physique. Great, she thought. Panting, she rolled over and looked out across the sea. Nothing. No sign of the boat. And no sign of other survivors. I'm marooned, she wailed silently. Alone on a deserted island! Suddenly, a coughing, spluttering figure emerged from the crystal-blue waters. A very attractive figure, dressed in a skimpy black bikini. Great, thought Nicola. This just gets better and better... ********** "There are other islands out there," said Angela, peering out toward the expanse of blue. "The pilot and the photographer must've swum out to one of them." Nicola's brow was knit with worry. "What'll we do?" she moaned. Angela let out a sigh. "We're stuck here." She turned away from the achingly vast and empty vista, turning her attention to the clump of jungle that made up the island's interior. "There's nothing we can do for now. We should do some exploring," Angela declared. With that she set off along the beach. Nicola looked ruefully after her. Already little miss bossy was telling her what to do. But, for better or for worse, they were in this together. So Nicola scampered down the beach after her. The island was beautiful. It was like something out of the movies- shimmering blue sea, golden beaches, dense green jungle. Nicola thought that if it weren't for their predicament, this would be a wonderful holiday. "Look!" cried Angela, snapping Nicola out of her dreamy wanderings. A short way down the beach was what looked very much like a shelter of some kind. They approached carefully, wary that someone might be there already, but it was pretty clear the little hut was deserted and had been for some time. It was a rough and ready shack, the walls built from bits of driftwood, with palm fronds for a roof. Despite the dilapidated appearance it was sturdy enough. Angela looked inside, pleased at her discovery. Sunlight filtered in, illuminating her sharp face, her shining eyes. The floor was reasonably clean, lined with more palm fronds. To the exhausted Nicola, it looked like a good spot to curl up and go to sleep. "And look!" Angela picked up a battered aluminum pot sitting on the ground. Inside was a box of matches and a knife, all in excellent condition. "What a stroke of luck!" grinned the raven-haired beauty. Nicola frowned. It was lucky. Too lucky? "Don't you think it's a little strange?" she asked. "All this on a deserted island?" "Oh, come on," Angela snorted. "Obviously someone else was shipwrecked here once before. If they survived to be rescued, so can we." She stood imperiously in the doorway of their modest abode, hands on hips. "As long as we do what I say, we'll get through this just fine." Uh oh, thought Nicola. ********** "This island needs a name. I call it Angel Island, in honor of its discoverer." Thus making this proclamation, Angela decided to do some more exploring. She told Nicola to remain at the shelter while she strode off into the jungle. Apprehensive, Nicola watched her pushing her way into the bush. With nothing better to do, she set about tidying up the shelter. Then she perched her bottom on a fallen coconut tree, and stared out across the ocean. This was a bad situation. But, of course, they'd be missed when they failed up show up for BikiniVivor. And then the search parties would come looking for them. All they had to do was survive until then. Nicola's tummy growled, reminding her she hadn't eaten in a while. Scrounging around she managed to find two coconuts. Despite her hunger, Nicola decided to wait until Angela returned. Although it was warm, Nicola shivered slightly. She surprised herself by wishing that Angela would come back soon. Sure enough, heralded by the sound of crashing through the undergrowth, Angela reappeared. "The island's not very big," she explained. "And we're definitely alone. There's a small spring not far from here, so we're alright for water." "I've got a lovely pair of coconuts," said Nicola, holding her bounteous duo at chest level. Belatedly, she remembered Angela was very sensitive about the size of her breasts. But if the raven-haired beauty thought Nicola was taking a crack at her tiny, cone-shaped boobs she didn't say anything. Just then, Nicola glanced down, noticing that Angela had not returned from her little adventure with her already brief wardrobe intact. Somewhere along the way, she'd lost her bikini bottoms, and her dark, well-trimmed muff was completely bare. Nicola suppressed a giggle. Angela looked down, realizing the source of her mirth. "Fuck!" she yelled. "Give me your bikini bottoms," she demanded. "What!" exclaimed Nicola. "No way!" "Look, if we're ever rescued, one of us has to be decently dressed." Nicola thought about it. That made sense. Two starlets, one topless and the other bottomless. Wouldn't look too good. "But why should it be you?" Nicola replied. Angela folded her arms and patiently explained her case. "Either you can give me your bottoms, or I can give you my top. But there's no way my bikini top is going to cover those over-sized udders you've got swinging off your chest." Nicola didn't have an answer to that. She looked at what Angela was wearing, two tiny black triangles that just concealed her pointy little tits. There was no way it would fit over her massive boobs. "I guess you're right..." Nicola replied. Angela gave a gentle, condescending smile, her beautiful eyes sparkling. "Of course I am," she murmured. "Now, please, your bikini bottoms?" Reluctantly, Nicola reached down to the two knots, riding high on her shapely hips, holding her bottoms together. With considerably less enthusiasm than when she had removed her top only a couple of hours ago, Nicola's elegant fingers worried away at the ties. First one and then the other came loose, and the tiny strip of white material fell away, revealing Nicola's in all her naked glory. She'd had a bikini wax just yesterday (especially for the show) and her pubic hair was a very thin furry strip that did little to hide her pink pussy lips. She handed it over. Although Angela didn't say a word, but there was something of an air of victory about her, an ever-so-slight smirk. Nicola was now not only castaway but completely naked as well. The Aussie starlet stood uncomfortably, trying to casually conceal her charms as Angela tied the bikini bottoms onto her own luscious body. She'd been nude in public plenty of times before, surrounded by staring strangers, but there was something surreal about this particular situation that made her want to at least drape a hand over her crotch. "Well," said Angela, satisfied. "Now let's see about getting something to eat." ********** After smashing them open on a rock, they gorged themselves on coconut flesh. Nicola was so hungry she raised hers to her mouth, splashing white coco milk down her bare boobs. Angela, sitting across from her, looked at the glistening liquid pouring down Nicola's chest and licked her lips. Night fell. Nicola sat and watched the stars twinkling above, set in the dark blue velvet of the sky. The silence was deafening, the only sound the gentle lapping of the ocean at the edge of the sandy shore that marked the boundary of their little world. We'll be rescued soon, Nicola told herself. We'll be missed by now. "Time for bed," announced Angela. She went into their little hut and settled herself on the floor, her back to Nicola. Soon she was fast asleep, snoring in a very unlady-like fashion. Nicola sighed. She had something of a submissive streak in her character. Sure, she knew what she wanted out of her career and she had the will to make it happen, but truth be told, if someone- anyone- wanted to fuck her, she usually submitted to their desires. And now, Angela was taking the lead, making it clear she was in charge. Nicola could feel that familiar desire to submit and please, even to her long-time nemesis. Nicola lingered outside, if only to demonstrate that it wasn't time for bed as far as she was concerned. But fatigue quickly got the better of her, and the little starlet soon joined her raven-haired companion. She chose a spot as far away from Angela as the cramped shelter allowed, and curled up in a tight little ball of naked flesh on floor. ********** Sometime in the middle of the night, Nicola awoke. Shivering. "I'm cold!" Nicola wailed. It didn't help that she was bare-ass naked. Her boobs were freezing! There was a movement behind her. Angela. Suddenly, Nicola could feel the familiar warmth of a body pressing up against her. Warm female flesh, snuggling against her, a pair of small, pointy breasts pushing into her back, a crotch rubbing up against her bottom. Arms wrapped around her waist, hands cupping her bare boobs. Angela's voice was husky and heavy with sleep. "Is that better?" Nicola's eyes were as wide as saucers. Was this the same Angela she'd been feuding with for almost a year? The bi-sexual Nicola had always been attracted to her, and on one particular occasion they'd even had sex, but that had been a bet that Angela lost and she'd made no attempt to hide her disgust. And now she was groping Nicola, wriggling her lithe body against her in the darkness. "Yes, thank-you," whispered Nicola. It was better. Much, much better. She could feel the heat radiating off Angela, warming her chilled little body. But there was no reply. Nicola could feel her breath, hot on the nape of her neck, rising and falling in a regular rhythm. Warm and comforting. A smile crept across Nicola's lips. She wiggled her ass, pressing back into her strange bedfellow's crotch. A feeling of contentment glowed in her pussy, and Nicola soon drifted off into a pleasurably deep sleep. ********** Nicola awoke to a glorious morning. The sun had risen, casting brilliant sheets of golden light across the calm blue ocean. The starlet couldn't remember the last time she'd slept so well. Angela was up already. She stood on the beach just outside their hut. She'd made some kind of belt out of vines, and was just securing the knife around her slender waist. In her unmatched black and white bikini halves, the muscular, raven-haired beauty looked like a sexy, female version of Tarzan. A tumult of strange emotions washed over Nicola. Normally, the sight of Angela made her feel nervous, or worried, as she wondered what nasty scheme she was about to pull next. But after spending the night cuddled up together on a deserted island, Nicola felt a rush of something else. Sexual desire, certainly. She always thought Angela was pretty hot, no matter what torments she unleashed. But along with this was a curious aching, similar to that she'd felt with her friend Jennifer. Was Nicola developing some kind of affection for Angela? Angela just finished tying the knife and was adjusting its position on her naked thigh when she noticed Nicola staring at her. "I've been thinking..." Angela began. "Me too," said Nicola, but Angela carried on talking as if she'd hadn't even spoken. "... we should divide up duties between us. I'll take care of all the hunting and finding of food, while you stay here to cook and look after the camp." Nicola thought about that for a moment "OK," she replied. "Good," said Angela, satisfied that her command decision had been accepted. "Be a good girl and get a fire going. I'll be back soon with breakfast." With a toss of her dark hair, she marched off down the beach. Nicola set about starting the fire, an easy enough task thanks to the box of matches they'd found yesterday, along with the knife and the pot in the ready-built hut. Nicola still found it hard to believe they'd had such a stroke of luck finding these things here waiting for them. But what other explanation was there, other than an earlier castaway had left them? Nicola found a palm frond and began sweeping out the sand that had blown into the hut. Ruefully, she reflected that Angela had chosen for herself the dominant, masculine role of the hunter, while Nicola was relegated to staying at home with the domestic chores. Like a wee wifey. Still, with surroundings like this, who wouldn't mind being cooped up at home? The warm Caribbean sunshine beat down on Nicola's naked body. Her golden all-over tan would be even deeper and richer by the time they were finally rescued. Really, it was just like being on holiday. Nicola allowed herself a naughty smile. She tossed aside her 'broom'. Enough housework for one day! With a whoop of joy, the naked Australian scampered down the sparkling sandy beach and dived into the sea. She emerged a moment later, water streaming down her body. She splashed around in the water for a while longer, enjoying the sensation of the sun and surf on her bare skin. Back home in Australia, Nicola had been a little too inhibited to swim naked, although topless and even nude bathing was fairly popular. It had only been since arriving in Hollywood that she'd discovered the true joys of getting one's kit off. However, in the prudish USA such pastimes were frowned upon, and Nicola had to wait until a holiday in Mexico before she got her first real taste of naturism. It was such a shame there was no-one around to watch the gorgeous, naked Australian frolicking in paradise. Finally, she hauled herself out of the surf and walked back to the camp, plonking her bottom down on the fallen palm tree. Her bare skin glistened in the sun with a million droplets of water. Angela returned, victoriously wielding a crayfish in each hand. "Breakfast is served!" she announced. Then she scowled, looking about the camp. "Didn't you go fill up the pail with water?" Nicola shrugged. "Not yet. I'd just gone for a swim..." "A swim!" Angela exclaimed. She dropped the crays and placed her hands on her hips. "Look, Knickers, we need to pull together if we're going to get through this. Now you get off your pretty little ass and go get some water." Nicola blushed furiously. She didn't like being told off, but she didn't try and argue with Angela either. Her face burning with shame, Nicola stood up and dusted the sand from her backside. She picked up the battered pot they'd found and turned towards Angel Island's jungle- choked interior. "Move it!" yelled Angela, and lashed out, landing a vicious slap on Nicola's temptingly bare ass. The Aussie starlet yelped and scuttled off into the bush. It wasn't too hard to find the spring, as Angela had cut a trail. Nicola returned a little sheepish, slopping water from the pail. Angela was sitting on a rock, whittling away at a lump of driftwood. Nicola popped their only cooking vessel on the fire and waited for the water to boil. The starlet cast glances in Angela's direction. She looked very tasty, dressed in her bikini. Her trim body bulged with muscles and the knife around her waist lent her a manly quality. It's probably that what's making her so attractive, thought Nicola. In their present predicament she found herself wanting a strong protector, and Angela had stepped into that role. "Um, about last night..." Nicola began. Angela looked up from her carving. "Think nothing of it," she replied with a wave of her arm. "You were cold, we were sharing body heat. Just doing what any good leader would do." Nicola's heart flip-flopped. Only 'sharing body heat'. She was hoping it was something more physical. Suddenly, Angela stood up. She bent over Nicola and gently brushed her fingers across her cheek. "I hope it did the trick," she said in what Nicola could've sworn was a husky, come-to-bed voice. With breakfast finished, Angela once again disappeared somewhere the beach. Nicola, left behind to tend the fire (which had been loaded with greenery to produce a thick plume of smoke), watched her tasty little ass slink away. What was going on? Angela had always made it clear she loathed Nicola. Recently, the dark-hair temptress had seemed to accept that Nicola was staying in Hollywood and wasn't about to go back home to Australia, but that was a long way from flirting with her. And as far as Nicola knew, Angela was strictly straight. Sure, they'd fucked once before, but that had been a job, a TV promotion. And she'd no doubt done pseudo-les scenes on the various soft porn videos and movies that made up Angela's body of work. But while it was well known Nicola was hot for pussy, Angela had a reputation for being repulsed by the thought of fucking another woman. Nicola wondered if this adventure wasn't going to see her and her mortal enemy getting very, very close. ********** The day passed with no sign of rescue. Nicola was still a little anxious about this, but it seemed they were settling in fine. They had shelter, freshwater and plenty of food. And company. It was evening. The cool night air provided the castaway starlets with a comforting respite from the burning heat of the day. They relaxed in their camp after polishing off a meal of coconuts and fish, which Angela had caught in a rock pool on the other side of their little atoll. Nicola was getting pretty used to being nude. It was very relaxing, not having to worry about clothing. But what about when they made it back to civilization? Could she go back to wearing itchy, claustrophobic clothes again? Would Nicola be cursed to spend the rest of her days bare- assed naked? With a wry smile, she contemplated what that would do for her career! Across from her, Angela sat whittling. The lump of driftwood was taking shape: it was about eight inches long, roughly cylindrical, and very smooth. Nicola wondered what on earth it could be. Angela glanced up from her work and caught Nicola staring at her. The Aussie starlet blushed and looked away. When she glanced back, Angela was giving her a hungry look. "Well," said Nicola, "I guess it's time for bed." She stood up and made a b-line for the hut. "Yes," Angela agreed. She leapt to her feet and made for the shelter too. They both tried to walk through the entrance at the same time and bumped together. Nicola almost felt a spark of electricity between them as Angela brushed against her bare flesh. Her nipples sprang to attention and, being uncovered, betrayed her arousal. Angela's eyes were shining bright, reflecting the silver moonlight. Suddenly, Angela lunged forward. She seized Nicola by the waist and planted a wet kiss on her ruby-red lips. Nicola's eyes bulged in surprise. Was this the same Angela who'd tried to make her life a misery? Angela's tongue snaked out, slithering around Nicola's wet and willing mouth. Recovering from the shock, Nicola responding warmly to Angela's advances and in a moment the starlets were kissing. Angela probed Nicola's mouth aggressively. Nicola responding by obediently sucking on her tongue, slurping away in satisfaction. Angela's hands roamed all over Nicola's bare body, giving her a groping only the horniest of Hollywood producers could aspire to. Buck naked, there was little Nicola could do to protect herself, even if she wanted to. Angela squeezed her hefty boobs and slid two fingers in her moist pussy. Nicola was now moaning in mutual ecstasy, and a little pain, as Angela's vigorous affections were a little rough. With a gasp they broke the kiss. Nicola was panting with desire, and Angela wasted no time. She pushed the Aussie starlet to the sandy floor and began a vicious assault upon Nicola's tits, greedily guzzling away on her nipples. Angela reached down to her waist, pulling away her bikini bottoms (or rather, Nicola's bikini bottoms), baring her own hungry cunt to the cool night air. She took the upper hand in their lovemaking, positioning herself on top of Nicola. The arduous nuzzling of Nicola's breasts was accompanied by an equally forceful assault on her pussy, magic fingers digging into the deliciously soft folds of her drooling cunt. If she weren't panting so much, Nicola would've cried out in pain. By the time Angela had finished ravishing her sensitive nipples, Nicola was crying out in desire, begging for Angela to fuck her. The raven-haired beauty obliged her with a smirk, bringing her own sopping wet pussy into contact with Nicola's and began to vigorously grind away. There was something about the way Angela was going to work on Nicola. It wasn't like the sex she'd had with her friend Jennifer, which had been so soft and tender. Nor was it like the sex she'd had with the legion of men she'd met over the past year, none of them had set upon Nicola's tender body with quite the zeal Angela was displaying. It was almost as if she was taking all her jealously and hatred of Nicola and turned it into an overwhelming desire to force-fuck the Aussie starlet. Angela's beautiful face was inches away from Nicola's. She was grunting with the effort, rubbing her crotch against Nicola's. The friction was delicious. Despite her anxiety about Angela's sexual desire, Nicola was being carried away on a wave of rapture. Anyway, there was little she could do about it but lie back and enjoy the ride. Or rather, enjoy being ridden. And ridden Nicola was, as, crying out with glee, her nemesis fucked her long and hard into the night. ********** Nicola, tired and sore, awoke with a groan to the morning night. Angela was no-where to be seen, obviously having set out to hunt for breakfast. Doubtless Nicola would need a hearty meal to keep up her strength if Angela intended another night of debauchery. The naked starlet decided there was nothing that would perk her up more than a morning skinny-dip! She dashed out across the beach and once again dived into the cool, clear water. Nicola swam under the water, enjoying the sensation of her nude body immersed in the ocean. Blue and white ripples of light played across her bare skin. A girl could get used to a life like this! A night of hot, vigorous lesbian sex, followed by a quick dip, before enjoying a sumptuous breakfast of fresh seafood. She emerged from the sea and made her way back to the camp. Angela had returned and was sitting by the fire, a couple of fresh-speared fish by her side. Once again she had her lump of driftwood and was fashioning it into that long, smooth shape. As Nicola approached, Angela looked up from her work. "Mmm, wet and naked is definitely a good look for you," she said. Nicola blushed. She was used to receiving some very forward compliments, but certainly not from Angela. "Shall I get breakfast on?" she asked, pointing at the fish. "I've got your breakfast, alright," Angela replied with a smirk. "Right here." She pulled aside her bikini bottoms exposing her pussy. Nicola gaped in shock. To be honest, these days it took quite a bit to shock the once-shy starlet, and being propositioned so blatantly by her archrival did the trick. Impatient at the delay, Angela grabbed Nicola by the wrist and gave her a yank. Nicola fell to the sand on her knees, her face inches away from Angela's glistening crotch. "Knickers," she said in a stern voice, "please don't make me have to ask you twice." The musky odor of Angela's desire assailed Nicola's nostrils. Resigned, she extended her tongue and buried her face into the heat radiating from between Angela's thighs. Angela threw back her raven-colored mane in moaned in unashamed delight. "Faster, faster, more!" she cried. Nicola's tongue slithered across the juicy folds of her cunt, licking for all she was worth. "Good girl," Angela murmured. She dropped a hand to Nicola's bobbing head and affectionately ran her fingers through her hair. Nicola barely noticed, she closed her eyes and lost herself in the task of bringing Angela to the peak of ecstasy. Her pretty model's face was wet with a combination of Angela's flowing juices and her own saliva. The tip of her tongue pushed the folds of her labia to the bud of Angela's clitoris, bloated with desire, and teased it like a ripe cherry. Angela's body began to quiver, her well-toned stomach muscles rippling. Her cunt muscles were trembling as well, building up to a mighty orgasm. She let out a howl of pleasure. Angela's clamped her thighs together, nearly catching Nicola in a deadly leg lock. The Aussie starlet extricated herself from her position under Angela's tender regions. Her chin, her cheeks and her cute little nose were liberally coated with Angela's love- slime. The tall, slim beauty let out a laugh at the sight. "Oh, Knickers! If they put that face on a magazine cover they'd sell a million copies." Nicola blushed furiously. She tried to wipe away the gunk with her fingers but only succeeded in getting herself even messier. That made Angela laugh all the more. Nicola scurried down to the sea to wash herself off. When she came back, Angela was once more working on her carving. A light bulb suddenly went on over Nicola's head. It was more than obvious what Angela was making! "Is that what I think it is?" Nicola asked slowly. Angela gave her an evil grin. "Almost ready," she replied. Nicola's tummy fluttered with anxiety. She had a pretty healthy sexual appetite, but the thought of Angela going to work on her tender pussy with that monster gave even her concern. "I'll go and get some fresh water," she murmured, and grabbing the pail, set off into the jungle. As she made her way through the little path Angela had pioneered through the dense greenery, Nicola's worries grew. As much as she had enjoyed last night, Angela was not acting herself. Something odd was going on. Perhaps being castaway had done something to her mind? Made her deserted-island-crazy? Or maybe it was something else? Maybe being alone had brought her innermost desires to the surface? Perhaps all along, all Angela had wanted to do was jump on top of Nicola and fuck her like a bitch? As she made her way up the track, Nicola was grateful that Angela had cut it to make going to the spring a little easier. Being naked, Nicola had no defense against the branches and brambles that threatened to scratch her cute ass if she wasn't too careful. She arrived at the spring. It was little more than a pool of water in the ground, with a few stray bubbles betraying the fact that it was a spring and not a puddle. Nicola filled the pail by lying it on its side and scooping up water, then made her way back to the camp. When she returned, Angela had staked the fish out over the fire to grill and they were almost ready. Nicola's tummy was rumbling, after all the sex she was starving! They ate in silence. Nicola cast glances over at Angela's piece of handicraft, wondering if she really intended using it on her. Angela cast hungry glances over at the nude Nicola, her gaze suggesting that instead of barbecued fish she'd much rather be nibbling on Nicola's nipples. "By the way," said Nicola, hoping to make some innocent conversation, "thanks for cutting that trail out to the spring." "That was there already," Angela replied. Her meal finished, she took her carving firmly in hand. "Time to take him for a test drive," she said, eyeing up Nicola. Angela picked up more lengths of vine and secured the smooth driftwood to her crotch. It poked out erect, obscenely bobbing to and fro as Angela marched toward Nicola. If it wasn't obvious before it sure was now. Angela had made a dildo, and now seemed intent on using it on Nicola. "P-perhaps later," she stammered, eyeing up the monster. "It's too soon after breakfast." "Knickers," Angela commanded in a stern voice. "Get into that hut and assume the position." Nicola swallowed. This was a deserted island, there was nowhere to run. Sooner or later Angela was going to ream her cunt with that thing. Resigned to her fate, Nicola stepped into their cabin. She went down on all fours, presenting her delicious backside to Angela's not-so-tender lusts. Her dark eyes shining, the lithe beauty wasted no time. She stepped behind the hapless Nicola, cooing gently and stroking her quivering flanks. Nicola closed her eyes and shivered. Once more, she felt that warm, comforting glow in her pussy, the burning need to be fucked. No matter what her reservations, Nicola knew in a moment or two she would crying out for Angela to fuck her harder. Angela's roaming fingers glided across Nicola's bare skin reminding both of them how her nudity made her vulnerable, as if the very fact that she was running the island naked gave Angela the right to make her her bitch. After skimming across Nicola's backside, Angela's finger's traced a line down the crack of her ass and probed tenderly into her pussy. The lips hung open, slack and greedy. Nicola let out a barely suppressed moan. Angela's fingertips came away coated with the telltale slime of the Aussie starlet's hunger. Her cunt was drooling in anticipation. Angela grinned. "You want this, don't you sweetheart?" "Yes," Nicola gasped, as Angela's fingers continued to slither about inside the softest part of her anatomy. "Shout it out," Angela crowed. "There's no-one else here to hear you." "Yes!" Nicola cried. Her breathing was ragged, she was gasping with sexual need, her body trembling. "Yes, what?" Angela asked, savoring the moment, enjoying the feeling of power she finally had over her nemesis. "Fuck me!" Nicola blurted on, in a yell that was loud enough to hear clear across the island- if there'd been anyone to hear it. "Fuck me!" she cried again, louder this time, not caring who heard her. "Please, please fuck me!" "My name," she hissed, "Darling Knickers, I want to hear you scream my name." All the while, the finger kept up its delicious assault upon her clit. "Angel," Nicola gasped. "Fuck me, Angel! Please!" Angela grinned, victorious. She positioned herself on her knees, her improvised dildo rubbing against Nicola's ass. The Aussie starlet continued to squeal out Angela's name, along with a string of pleas that she fuck her now. The bulbous head of the driftwood cock pushed impatiently into Nicola's slobbering cunt, sliding in deep. She responded with a satisfied groan, happy that finally she would get what she really wanted. A blissful smile on her pretty lips, Nicola's pushed her head forward to the hut's sandy floor and raised her backside into the air in anticipation of the good seeing-to she was about to receive. Her eyes shining, Angela proceeded to fuck Nicola vigorously, doggy fashion. In and out went the improvised dildo, accompanied by obscene slurping noises from Nicola's cunt, and rapturous cries from the girl's mouth. Nicola's arching back was pressed against Angela's petite chest, she could feel the stiff nubs of her nipples digging into her skin. In Angel Island's mid-morning heat the energetically copulating couple began to sweat, great rivers of moisture pouring down their lithe bodies. Sweat lubricated their Sapphistry, causing flesh to slide smoothly across flesh. Nicola was in heaven, experiencing sexual delights previously unknown. The dildo was smooth and didn't hurt in the least, giving her spasming cunt muscles something very firm to grip as it pumped in and out of her. Never had she been ravished by another woman quite like this before! Nicola's litany of squeals and moans reached a crescendo. "Fuck!" she screamed, coming with a series of shuddering gasps, arching her back and grinding her ass into Angela's crotch. Her work done, Angela slowed her pace down to gentle rhythmic strokes. But Nicola was spent, and after a few moments she collapsed face forward into the palm fronds. ********** Later. Much, much later. Angela was once more gone from the camp, leaving the somewhat bow-legged Nicola to her wifely duties. The hut was a devil to keep clean. Sand was constantly blowing in from the beach. Nicola had to get down on her hands and knees, her bare rump pointed upwards, and sweep the floor clean. This life didn't seem too bad. There was part of her that enjoyed the submissive role Angela forced her into, part of her that looked forward to moment when the raven-haired beauty would come striding down the beach, the knife strapped to her slim body, and demand that Nicola give her a good seeing to. With the floor more or less clean, Nicola stood up and took a close look at the hut's cobweb- bound ceiling. Tsking to herself, she set about cleaning out those as well. The palm/broom swept away the accumulated dust and filth of ages. Suddenly, Nicola stopped. Frowning. There, in the top corner, was a little black button. She peered at it. If the starlet didn't know any better, she'd swear it was a... Nicola gasped. Frantically, she began to clear away more cobwebs from the ceiling. There, in another corner, she found another one of them. Small, black, round and metal. They seemed to stare ominously down on the nude little castaway. Whatever they were, they weren't improvised from driftwood or coconuts. Nicola walked out into the bright sunshine and began a further investigation. She was shocked to discover more of them, not just on the hut but also on the trees around the camp. Scuffling through the sand, she discovered a thin sliver of wire running from underneath their shelter a short distance down the beach. Nicola followed it, gently tugging it free from the sand where it had laid buried. Hidden. The wire ran to a particularly large palm tree. Barely noticeable, it ran all the way up the trunk toward the sky. Nicola circled the tree, peering up toward the overgrown tangle of fronds far above her. There, almost concealed in thick greenery Nicola saw- A satellite dish. Nicola may be a slut but she wasn't a bimbo. It took her just a few seconds to realize what was going on. Their 'shipwreck' was no accident. This was BikiniVivor, a program more "Big Brother" than "Survivor". The hut, the tools, the convenient path to a freshwater stream, all of it had been left here for the starlets to find. And all the while the miniature cameras around them had been capturing the action. The whole thing was a setup to watch what happened as Nicola and Angela coped with being castaways. No doubt they'd got more than they bargained for. Nicola blushed, a deep scarlet bloom that started on her forehead and spread down her boobs right to her navel. Even now, her bare ass was being beamed to a TV studio somewhere. Not that she had any qualms against being naked on TV (she'd done it often enough), she just preferred to be told in advance. God only knows how many people had been watching her strolling naked around Angel Island, frolicking nude in the surf, squealing out in delight as Angela fucked her silly. Nicola stomped back to the hut. She positioned herself, hands on hips, under one of the bugs, a stern look on her pretty face. "Alright, the jig is up. I think you better come rescue us now." With that, she sat her bottom down on the floor and waited. ********** It was a couple of hours before Angela showed up. She peered inside the hut, grinning. "Hi honey, I'm home," she announced. Nicola sprung to her feet. "Listen, I have to tell you..." "Fuck now, talk later," Angela demanded. Nicola glanced down and saw the measure of her ardor artificially erect and poking out from Angela's crotch. She grabbed Nicola by the wrist and threw her to the ground. "Oppphhh!" gasped Nicola as she fell onto the sandy floor, the wind temporarily knocked out of her. Angela kneeled behind her, grasping her firmly by the hips and pulling the hapless starlet towards the glistening shaft of the driftwood dildo. (Glistening? Glistening with what? Nicola didn't think she wanted to know!) "Angela, no wait!" Nicola cried. She was painfully aware of the cameras all around her, capturing their zealous coupling from every angle. Her bare body bloomed red with her embarrassment. But Angela was on a roll and wasn't in the mood for discussion. She pushed Nicola forward, her head down on the ground. Smirking, she looked down at the picture Nicola presented her: ass in the air (quivering slightly), legs apart, pussy- lips moist and ready. With a grunt, she mounted the adorable Aussie, the dildo sliding in easily right up to the hilt. Nicola, sand in her mouth, let out the smallest of squeals. Oh well, she thought. Angela would find out sooner or later. Cackling with glee, Angela proceeded to fuck Nicola, bouncing her vigorously off her improvised cock. But, sooner came sooner than Nicola would've thought. The bare-naked beauty was just beginning to enjoy the frenzied pussy-plunged being administered to her when suddenly a shadow fell across the couple. Angela stopped, and looked up in surprise. From her awkward doggy position, Nicola looked up too. A man was standing in the doorway. "Ahem," he said. "Sorry to interrupt, but whenever you're ready we can go." ********** "Ooooh," moaned Nicola. "Yeeessss! That feels soooo good!" she squealed. "Uh, uh, fuck me, fuck me harder!" she groaned. Nicola was sitting in the office of Dick Dickerson, producer of BikiniVivor. Her arms folded, she glowered across his desk at the TV set that was currently playing just a small sample of the material that had been recorded on Angel Island. It was from that TV that the sounds of Nicola being well and truly fucked were emanating. Thankfully, it hadn't gone out live, only pre- recorded for later broadcast. Now, after some legal intervention by Nicola, it never would. "You can switch it off now," said Nicola. "Wait, wait," said Dickerson, "this is the good bit." The Nicola on screen, completely naked, bronzed by the Caribbean sun and writhing in sexual desire, tossed back her chestnut-colored hair and let out a shameless banshee cry of passion. "Off!" demanded Nicola, her cheeks coloring. Dickerson let out a small sigh and pressed the 'stop' button. "It's such a pity. None of the other six 'castaway' couples are giving us anything like this. We always knew that you and Angela Monroe would be dynamite television, but we never expected anything this hot..." "That is not an accurate depiction of our usual relationship," Nicola replied stiffly. "Now, as you know, the contract my agent negotiated contained a clause that specified I would be given final approval for any footage featuring me." Dickerson nodded. That was, of course, before Nicola knew what the true nature of BikiniVivor was. It had been a mistake to accept the deal, but the possibility of getting the Nicola Baron on the show was something he couldn't pass up. "Such a shame," he said again. Nicola ignored him. "I'm exercising my legal right, and will be relieving you of the masters." Dickerson shrugged. He ejected the tape from the machine (a large, 3 hour Beta SP tape, twice the size of an ordinary VHS tape) and placed it in a box along with all the other tapes. "All the footage we got of you and Angela. I hereby relinquish our rights to you, Ms. Baron." Wordlessly, Nicola stood and picked up the box, making for the door. "If you don't mind me asking," Dickerson called after her, "what do you intend to do with all those tapes?" Nicola narrowed her eyes. "Payback," she murmured. ********** Nicola was on the balcony of her condo, sunning herself. Nude, of course. Nicola had developed a taste for nude sunbathing long before she was 'castaway' on Angel Island, and if anything her passion for taking her clothes off was not diminished by her enforced period of nudity. The only difference now was her all-over tan was even deeper and richer than ever before. In the building across from hers, Nicola spied curtains twitching. She grinned. It was good to be back in Hollywood again. She rolled over, presenting her delectable ass to her audience. The doorbell rang. Nicola had a pretty good idea who it was. She stood up from the sun lounger and put her robe on (she could almost hear the sigh of disappointment). The blue satin material slithered delightfully across her skin. Even now, days after returning, she still felt a little strange putting clothes back on. Nicola strode through her apartment and opened the door. Her visitor was- "Angela Monroe!" said Nicola, in a none-too- authentic thrilled voice. "How delightful to see you." Her raven-haired nemesis (and some-time lover) was dressed simply in a pair of crisp white shorts and polo shirt, her perky little boobs poking out at Nicola. It looked like the prissy little princess had just come from tennis. "Nicola," Angela greeted her with a thin-lipped smile. "May I come in?" "Please," Nicola replied munificently. Obviously feeling awkward, Angela stepped inside, closing the door behind her. Nicola marched over to a chair and seated herself, peering at Angela like a queen surveying a subject. Her robe fell open slightly, revealing her naked thighs. Nicola made no move to cover up. Angela swallowed. "I-I thought I'd better come and apologize," she said, squirming. "The things I did when we were on that island. I'd never..." "Fuck another woman?" Nicola prompted. Angela nodded, disgusted. "I guess," Angela continued, "being shipwrecked, under those conditions, I think I went a little crazy." She added a nervous laugh. "Get to the point," said Nicola sharply. "I know why you're here." Nicola knew perfectly well that while her agent had insisted on the final approval clause, Angela's hadn't. That meant that Nicola owned all the footage and there wasn't a damn thing Angela could do about it. Angela reached out a delicate hand, in which she clutched a document. "It's a contract, to assign co-ownership of the 'BikiniVivor' footage to me." Nicola, atop her throne, glanced at it but made no move to accept. "I don't know..." she replied. "Maybe I could cut together a video release. I've always fancied being a producer. How does the title 'Angel Island Bitch' grab you?" Angela let out a moan of dismay. "You wouldn't! I mean, you'd be in it too!" Nicola smirked. For once, she had Angela right where she wanted her! The videotapes of her fucking Nicola were a source of extreme embarrassment to the raven-haired beauty, and she would no doubt do anything to make sure they never saw the light of day. Anything. Angela let out a small sob. Tears welled up in her dark eyes. "Please!" she beseeched Nicola, her hands clasped before her. "I'm begging you! Sign the contract, destroy those tapes! I don't want anyone to see..." she broke off in a blub of despair. "It's alright," Nicola said in a soothing voice. "But if I'm going to do this for you, I really think we should even up the score for what happened on that island." It took a moment for Angela to realize what Nicola meant. Her eyes grew wide, and all the color drained from her face. "Nooo! Anything but... that." Nicola's face was unusually hard as she stared at Angela. "Strip," she ordered. Off came the white tennis sneakers, revealing the starlet's dainty little feet. Shaking, Angela's hands fell to the front button of her shorts. She momentarily fumbled with the clasp, and then with a rustle those sexy little shorts were sliding down her legs. Underneath, Angela was wearing a pair of plain white cotton panties. Blushing, Angela moved on to the polo shirt. She raised it up over her head, revealing her perky little bra-less boobs, brown little nipples pert and erect. Their island adventure had left a definite tan line on Angela's sleek and normally white body, a boundary traced around those tasty little titties. Seeing her pause mid-strip, Nicola growled, "I meant all the way." Angela swallowed and nodded. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties. Slowly, she slid them down her long legs, stepping out of them. She stood before Nicola completely naked, just as the Aussie starlet had been for their entire stay on Angel Island. Angela tried to put a brave face on it, but her red face betrayed the humiliation of the moment at Nicola's hands. Her hands wandered across her body, trying to preserve some measure of modest. But Nicola wasn't finished. "Assume the position," she ordered, exactly the same command Angela had given her only a few days ago. Her eyes bulged in surprise, but, slowly and shaky, she lowered her trembling body down on all fours, kneeling on Nicola's floor with her ass in the air. Nicola smiled, satisfied. She stood up, reaching for the belt that tied her robe together. A single tug and it fell open, revealing her stunning, tanned physique. Angela, crouched at her feet, flinched. The Aussie starlet tossed her robe aside and strode out of the room. A moment later she returned, holding something in her hands. From her submissive position, Angela twisted her head upwards to see what it was. She gasped. For Nicola held in her dainty little hands a monstrous black strap-on dildo. Not the same one Angela had, Professor-like, fashioned from whatever was at hand on Angel Island, but a big plastic beastie Nicola had bought from a sex shop on Hollywood Boulevard. Angela quivered, realizing she was about to get a taste of her own medicine. "How does this bloody thing go?" Nicola muttered under her breath as she fiddled with the leather straps, trying to affix the artificial pussy- plunger around her slender waist and onto her crotch. The black head of the dildo bobbed back and forth, and Angela eyed it with the greatest of trepidation. "There," announced Nicola at last. "Looks good?" She posed, hands on hips, the plastic cock rampant before her. Angela didn't answer the question. Nicola positioned herself behind Angela. For once, the bitchy starlet was quiet, submissive, letting Nicola do with her as she will. Nicola slipped two fingers into Angela's cunt and was surprised to find her moist and ready. Perhaps Angela really did want this? Once again, Nicola wondered over her sexual orientation. Maybe buried under that ice-queen exterior Angela was not too different to Nicola, a bi-sexual fuck bunny who longed to be dominated. There came a sharp hiss from Angela, an intake of breath. "Please," she begged, "just do it." "Easy girl," replied Nicola, stroking her back. "I intend to enjoy this." Nicola, in her kneeling position, raised herself up. The dildo reared up before her, the head gently slapping against Angela's ass. She flinched at the touch, her cheeks quivering in anticipation. Nicola grasped Angela firmly by the hips, enjoying the sensation of her cool, moist flesh under her hands. A sweet, honeysuckle scent rose from her sinuous body, fresh from a recent shower. Nicola breathed it in deeply. The plastic dick impatiently nudged between Angela's thighs, as if it had a mind of its own and was eager to get on with it. Angela whimpered slightly. "Lend a helping hand," Nicola commanded. Angela balanced her weight on one hand, and reached back between her legs with the other, wrapping her elegant fingers around the black dildo. She grasped it firmly, guiding it towards her watering cunt. With a triumphant smile, Nicola lunged forward. In a single stroke she mounted the bitchy starlet. Angela let out a gasp of surprise, as the dark monster slithered between her pussy lips with a violent lurch. Nicola didn't waste anytime, straight off setting a blistering pace, frantically fucking away. The constant bucking set Angela lurching back and forth, and she now needed both hands on the floor to try and keep her steady. Not that Nicola's dildo required her guidance anymore, it was imbedded deep within the warmest part of her anatomy and pumping merrily away. Nicola enjoyed the pleasant sensation of being on the giving end of a brisk doggy fuck. She slapped her crotch firmly against Angela's ass with each stroke, and leaned forward, rubbing her generous boobs against Angela's heaving back. So this is what it feels like to be a man, she mused. Not too shabby. Angela bit her lip, but still couldn't help but let out a series of little cries and moans as Nicola vigorously fucked her. The most obscene sucking, guzzling noises emanated from Angela's cunt as Nicola's dildo slurped in and out of her. "You want this, don't you, bitch?" said Nicola, again deliberately mirroring what Angela had said to her. "Yes!" she panted in reply. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" Angela's screams echoed out, no doubt giving Nicola's neighbors something to gossip about. Despite her protestations of heterosexuality, Angela was dripping wet, her juices flowing down her thighs, lubricating Nicola's fevered humping. Nicola wryly realized that her payback was almost complete- Angela was enjoying her submission. There was only one thing left... "Oh God!" Angela cried out. Beneath her, Nicola could feel Angela's squirming, writhing body approach climax. Nicola picked up the pace, sawing in and out of Angela's cunt at such a pace there must've been smoke wisping out from between them. Angela was a bucking broncho, and Nicola was just the cowgirl to ride her to orgasm. "Ooooooooooooooooooh!" Angela squealed. She pressed her ass firmly back against Nicola, her contracting cunt muscles wrapping tightly around the dildo. Her face a grimace of pleasure, Angela came. The starlets fell into a wet, sticky mass of flesh. "The tapes," Angela gasped, fighting for breath. "You'll destroy them?" Nicola nodded, panting as well. I'll never underestimate reality programming again, she thought to herself. END.