Filename: GymBunny.txt
Title: Gym Bunny
Author: Knickers
Universe: Nicola Adventures
Keywords: MF, exhib
Summary: Why does Nicola work out nude at her local 
gym?

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 © 2004 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.

Author's note: This is a "Lost" Nicola Adventure, 
taking place between "Best in Show" and "Knickers Down 
in Acapulco". Visit the website 
/~knickers . As well as all the 
episodes, you'll find author's notes, reader feedback, 
and movie reviews.

Gym Bunny (MF exhib)

Rick was staying in LA a couple of weeks on business 
and asked his buddy Dave if he could use his local 
gym. But when Rick arrived, he was a little 
disappointed with the place. It was a real dive, 
small, kinda run down looking, though obviously in the 
middle of some much-needed redecorating. The sign over 
the door, faded and shabby, read "Coach Farley's Gym".

"Maybe I should go someplace else," Rick wondered as 
he eyed up the gym's grubby interior. "There's a 
Dickmann's a few blocks from here, I go to one in New 
York and it's pretty good."

Dave grinned. "Dude, Coach Farley's gym may look a 
little worn out, but it boasts something you won't 
find in any of those faceless chains."

They walked through reception, Rick noticing the dust 
on the floor, the yellowing posters of body-builders, 
and the cracked and peeling paintwork. An old guy in a 
grey tracksuit sat behind the front desk reading a 
Ringside magazine.

"Hey Coach, how's it going?"

"Hiya Dave," the grey-haired man returned his 
greeting. "Not too bad, now that I can afford to 
spruce the joint up a bit."

"This is Rick, he's staying in town for a while, be OK 
if got a guest membership?"

"Sure, sure," the Coach replied. "I got a  membership 
form to sign out."

As Rick scribbled a few details down, Dave asked the 
Coach in a sotto voice, "So, is Nicola in today?"

The Coach laughed. "Just came in a couple of minutes 
ago."

Dave could barely contain his excitement. "Come on, 
let's go!" he hustled his friend.

As Rick followed him into the gym, the first thing 
that struck him was that no-one seemed to be actually 
working out. There were a bunch of guys, some of them 
with free-weights, a couple on the rowing machines, 
and a few on treadmills. But none of them seemed to be 
actually doing anything other than staring.

Then Dave nudged him, and he realized what it was they 
were all staring at.

Seated at one of the weight machines was the most 
beautiful girl Rick had ever seen. And, to his utter 
amazement, she was completely naked except for 
sweatbands on her forehead and wrists, and a pair of 
Reeboks.

She was tall, lithe and athletic, with a rich, all-
over tan (evidently, it wasn't just in the gym she 
spent time nude!). Her perfect breasts stood out firm 
and proud, glistening with sweat.  Rick's eyes 
traveled hungrily over her body, watching her arms 
ripple and flex as she pumped the weights, admiring 
her flat, toned stomach, and settling at the brunette 
patch of public hair that rode high just above her 
pouting pussy lips.

The girl was so engrossed in her exercise program, she 
didn't notice that Rick, Dave and every other man in 
the gym was busy leering at her. Even the lucky guy 
who was spotting her was having trouble concentrating 
on his job. Rick looked at him enviously, as his hands 
slid under Nicola's bare arms guiding her in her work-
out.

"Jeez!" murmured Rick. "Does the old guy know she's in 
here buck naked?"

Dave grinned. "Of course he does! Come on."

They jumped onto a spare couple of treadmills to warm 
up. Rick couldn't keep his eyes off the bare beauty, 
and it was a lucky coincidence that the machine has 
been arranged to allow him to watch her while he ran.

In fact, Rick noticed, all the equipment in the gym 
seems to have been arranged to allow the male 
spectators to enjoy the view. The walls were lined 
with mirrors, and no matter where he looked, Rick got 
a good looked at the sexy nude babe.

After a while, she stood up from the machine. Her 
whole body was slick with sweat, and her boobs heaved 
up and down as she puffed from exertion. Her training 
partner grabbed a towel and began the enviable task of 
wiping down her bare body.

"Phew!" she cried, wiping licks of sweat off her 
breasts with both hands. "That was some work-out." 
Rick detected an unmistakeably sexy Australian 
huskiness to her voice.

"Who is that chick?" he whispered. But before his pal 
Dave could answer, she spoke out again, address her 
congregation of voyeurs.

"I'm gonna hit the sauna," she announced. "Anyone 
wanna come join me?"

There was a general shout of agreement from the men in 
the gym. As the naked girl sauntered out of the 
weights room, the guys fell into step behind her, 
their tongues hanging out. Dave followed too, with Rick 
curious as to where all this was heading.

Rick was pretty surprised to discover there was only 
one steamroom in Coach Farley's Gym, and it was 
apparently co-ed. Nicola peeled off her sweats and 
kicked off her shoes before heading in. There was a 
mad scramble from the guys to get rid of their own 
clothes and follow her into the sauna.

A little surprised by all of this, Rick took his time. 
He'd only just joined this gym fifteen minutes ago, 
and here he was following a gorgeous naked Aussie 
chick into the steamroom with a whole lot of other 
men!

Rick and Dave finally entered. At first, all he could 
see was plumes of steam choking the air. And then the 
humid mist parted, and Rick once again set eyes upon 
that heavenly body.

She was lounging on a bench, her head tossed back so 
that her chestnut-colored mane of hair splayed across 
the marble tiles, the very picture of sensual repose. 
She had a towel with her, but it was tossed casually 
across her shoulder so that it did little to conceal 
her spectacular nudity.

All the guys were clustered around her, grinning 
stupidly. They had towels as well, all forming tents 
over their eager crotches.

"Hey Nicola," Dave greeted her, "I've got someone with 
me who'd like to meet you."

She raised her head and greeted the boys with an 
adorable smile.

"Nicola, this is my best buddy Rick from New York 
City."

"Hi there, Rick," Nicola replied, stretching out an 
elegant hand. "My mates call me Knickers." Again Rick 
was intoxicated by her rich Australian accent.

He dumbly returned the handshake, although he'd much 
rather have his hands on some other part of her 
delectable anatomy. The whole situation was so 
surreal, like a sex fantasy come to life.

"Good to meet you," Rick said at last, unable to tear 
his gaze away from her fantastic pair of tits. Lucky 
beads of sweat clung her bosom like tiny jewels. 
Nicola noticed he was giving her breasts more 
attention than her face and playfully laughed in her 
melodious voice.

"Yknow," Rick said at last, "in New York it's pretty 
rare to walk into a gym and see..."

"A beautiful naked girl working out?" Nicola finished 
his sentence with a naughty smirk. "Well, Ricky, you 
just sit yourself down next to me, and I'll tell you 
the whole story."

She patted the seat next to her, and before you could 
say "nice rack, sweetheart", Rick had made himself 
comfortable, squeezing himself against Nicola's 
luscious naked body.

"Well," she began, not minding Rick's hand creeping up 
her thigh, "it all started like this..."

**********

Coach Farley looked over the latest batch of bills on 
his desk and let out a sigh. His debts were mounting, 
and it looked like he was about to lose his 
livelihood.

It had always been his dream to open his own gym, and 
he'd done just that back in '53 when he returned from 
Korea. In its heyday, Coach Farley's Gym had been the 
best gym in West Hollywood, with membership numbering 
in the hundreds.

But times were changing. Big business was squeezing 
out the small-time operators like Coach Farley. Huge 
chains like Dickmann's were where the young folks 
liked to go in this day and age. And it was beginning 
to look like they were winning.

Without warning, the door to the Coach's office swung 
open. Standing there, smirking an oily smirk, stood 
the man who was personally making Coach Farley's life 
a living hell: Winston E. Prickk, manager of seven 
Dickmann's gyms across LA, and always looking to 
increase his little fiefdom. Tall, thin, dressed in an 
immaculate suit, the greasy tick epitomised everything 
the Coach despised about those big corporations.

"Coach Farley," he murmured. "I see you're taking yet 
another futile look at your finances."

"Get outta here, prick," the Coach barked. "I ain't 
finished yet."

"It's pronounced 'Pry-ick'," he sniffed. "And you 
should treat me better, Coach. I'm the only thing 
standing between you and financial ruin."

"I told you before and I'm tellin' you again, I ain't 
selling you my gym and that's final."

Prickk laughed. "Oh you will, Coach, you will. But for 
your stubbornness I'm lowering my offer to $22,000."

The Coach reared himself up from behind his desk. He 
might be 67 years old, but he was still in perfect 
health.

"You get your slimy ass outta my gym right now," he 
growled, "or I'll show you just why I was a 
welterweight boxing champ-een back in '57!"

If Prickk was alarmed at this threat he didn't show 
it. "Mark my words, old man. One day soon, the sign 
outside this decrepit old gym will read 'Dickmann's', 
and I'll be the one running it. You don't have any 
other choice: either you sell up to me, or you'll go 
bankrupt."

With a heartless chuckle, he turned around and marched 
out of the Coach's office.

Coach Farley slumped back into his chair. Prickk was 
right- he didn't have much choice. If he couldn't 
raise membership by the end of the week, he'd have to 
sell his beloved gym or end up penniless...

The next day found the Coach sitting in reception, 
brooding over the membership books. Only five members! 
And one of them still owed their fees. 

What he needed was some way to drum up business, 
generate some buzz in the neighborhood to get people 
flocking to his gym again. What he needed was... a 
promotion gimmick.

But what?

Just then, the door to the women's locker-room opened 
and out strolled a vision of loveliness. She was damp 
and wearing nothing but a towel, which she clasped 
none-too-carefully about her with one hand, showing 
off her long, lean legs and a generous helping of her 
tasty cleavage.

It was Nicola, of course. Coach Farley didn't have too 
many clients at the gym, and the sexy Aussie starlet 
was unforgettable.

"Sorry to bother you, Coach," she said in her sultry 
accent, "but the women's shower is out of shampoo 
again."

"Here ya go," replied the Coach, getting a spare 
bottle from under the  counter and putting it on 
reception.

"Thanks," said Nicola, reaching for it. As she did so, 
her towel came loose, unfurling to reveal her wet, 
nude body. To his delight, the Coach got a brief flash 
of the best pair of tits he'd ever seen in his.

"Opps!" laughed Nicola as she recovered her towel. 
"Better cover my boobs!" Tucking it in so that it once 
more barely covered her chesty charms, Nicola smiled.

"Thanks for the shampoo, Coach!" With a saucy wiggle 
of that delicious tushie, Nicola disappeared back into 
the locker-room.

Coach Farley's pulse raced, and he waited for his 
erection to subside. He was waiting for a while.

Nicola Baron (or 'Knickers') was a would-be starlet 
who'd recently moved to Hollywood. She oozed sex 
appeal, and always seemed to dress to show off her 
fantastic bod. In her line of work she had to look 
great, and came to the Coach's gym almost every day. 

The image of Nicola wet and naked as her towel opened 
before him was permanently burnt into the Coach's 
brain. In all his days, he'd never seen a babe as hot 
as her! And she'd just waltzed into the gym reception 
practically naked and given him the best show of his 
life.

The old man's mind was working now. Nicola was just 
the thing he was looking for. There always seemed to 
be more men around when she was working out. Nicola 
was already a member of the gym, all he needed to do 
was a bit of marketing, to make the most of 
Nicola's... assets.

But the big question is, would she agree to do it? 
Would any young woman willing flaunt her nubile body 
just to save Coach Farley's run-down old gym?

Nicola re-emerged a few minutes later, this time fully 
dressed in a t-shirt that stretched tight across her 
bra-less bust and a pair of cut-off Daisy Duke denim 
shorts.

"Bye, Coach, I'll see you again tomorrow."

"Just a moment, Nicola," the Coach stopped her. She 
paused at reception, looking at him inquisitively with 
her baby blue eyes.

"As you mighta guessed, the old gym ain't what it used 
to be,"

"That's OK, Coach. The place may be a little dusty, 
and in need of a few splashes of paint, but as long as 
I can get a good routine in, it's all I need from my 
local gym. And besides, the guys here are really 
friendly."

I bet they are, thought the Coach as he stared at her 
boobs practically bursting out of her top.

"The thing is, Nicola, times are pretty tough right 
now. If I can't get outta debt, Dickmann's'll buy me 
out, and the ol' gym'll never be the same again."

"Oh, bugger," Nicola replied, crestfallen.

"I've got a bit of a business proposition for you. 
Ysee, I was thinking of hiring someone to help drum up 
membership. I was kinda hoping you could help out."

"Me?" Nicola asked. "What can I do?"

Stroking his chin thoughtfully, the Coach eyed up the 
gorgeous brunette model. "Well, you'd sort of be the 
gym's... mascot."

"Hmmmmmm." Nicola wrinkled up her pretty face as she 
considered it. Coach wrung his hands nervously, 
waiting for her response.

"I'm sorry Coach, the answer'll have to be no. I'm 
really busy with things at the moment, I just landed 
this part in a movie called 'Bikini Bandits'."

Coach Farley's face fell. If he wanted to save his 
gym, he'd have to think of some other way.

What would he do now?

As if drawn by his misery, the front door of the gym 
swung open and in sleazed the slimebucket himself, 
Winston E. Prickk, carrying what looked like a life-
sized cardboard cut-out.

"Hello, Coach. Thought I'd save myself some time and 
pop in now to size up what's sure to become my new 
gym."

The Coach glared at Prickk, but was so depressed he 
couldn't bring himself to say something nasty.

"I brought along one of the advertizing cut-outs of 
our new spokesmodel, see how it looked in this old 
dump."

Prickk turned the cut-out around. The spokesmodel was 
a slim, beautiful (if rather small-breasted) woman 
with a glorious mane of raven-colored hair. She was 
wearing a sexy blue leotard and seemed to have a look 
of haughty disdain on her pretty face.

The cut-out had the oddest effect on Nicola. She 
glared at it, her face turning a deep red.

Prickk smirked at her. "Hey there, toots. I'll be glad 
when this old fossil is gone and you'll be *my* 
client." He noticed her glowering at the cut-out. 
"Like it? Get used to it, baby, cos when I'm here 
you'll get to look at her every day!"

Clearly angry about something, Nicola turned to Coach 
Farley with a determined look on her pretty face.

"Coach! I've changed my mind. I will help you save 
this gym!"

**********

The next day, Nicola showed up ready to perform her 
duties as the gym's official mascot. She presented 
herself for inspection to Coach Farley in his office, 
posing to show off the new set of work-out clothes 
she'd bought.

"Well, Coach? What do you think?" Nicola asked.

He stroked his chin thoughtfully, critically examining 
the sexy starlet. Nicola was wearing a hot-pink 
leotard with a scooped neck right down to her navel, a 
pair of very short red nylon shorts, and a matching 
tiny red boob-tube. It was very sexy, and revealed 
alot of her delicious curves. Nicola's lovely long 
legs were bare, as well as her arms. The leotard 
showed off her well-toned stomach and cute belly-
button, while the narrow boob-tube scarcely covered 
her tits, putting Nicola's impressive cleavage on 
display.

Sure, she was sexy. But was she sexy enough?

"I hope you don't mind me doing this," said the Coach. 
"I know it's kinda an old fashioned advertizing trick, 
using a gorgeous babe in very little clothing to 
promote the gym."

"Oh that's OK," Nicola replied cheerfully. "I do loads 
of modeling assignments just like this all the time." 
She giggled. "Believe me, a girl's got to be prepared 
to show off a little if she really wants to succeed in 
this business."

The Coach smiled. "We need to get you looking as sexy 
as possible, to win the kids back from Dickmann's. 
Hows about we start by losing the shorts?"

"Sure," said Nicola. She slipped her hands into the 
waistband of her shorts and slipped them down her 
smooth legs, kicked them to one side. She posed with 
her hands on her hips. "How's this?"

Coach Farley licked his lips. The leotard clung snugly 
to Nicola's body, and was especially tight around her 
crotch. He guessed the starlet had just had one hell 
of a bikini wax, cos he couldn't see a single hair and 
that leotard didn't leave much to the imagination down 
there.

"Turn around," he instructed. Nicola obeyed, giving 
him a good look at her fabulous ass. The cut of her 
leotard was even more revealing back there, the two 
half-moons of her butt-cheeks were completely 
uncovered.

It was good... for a start.

"What would you like me to do?" Nicola asked.

"For now, just do your routine as normal. But act real 
friendly with all the guys. Remember, it's your job to 
let them know they'll have a lot more fun at this gym 
than any other."

As Nicola strode into the weights room, everyone 
stopped to stare at her. Nicola had been going to 
Coach Farley's for a couple of weeks now, and had got 
more than her fair share of admiring glances, but 
never had she walked in wearing such a hot outfit that 
practically put her pussy on display.

The Aussie starlet felt a familiar flush of pleasure 
tremble through her body. Nicola was fast becoming 
addicted to exhibitionism, and Hollywood was giving 
her plenty of opportunity to show herself off. There 
were only three guys present, a very small audience by 
her standards, but an audience none the less.

Nicola smiled coquettishly to them. They stared back, 
leering at her lycra-clad body. She sauntered over to 
one of the treadmills and climbed on. Gradually, the 
guys went back to their own routines, but their 
attention would drift towards the gorgeous starlet.

It was hardly surprising. Nicola worked herself up to 
a healthy trot, her boobs bouncing up and down. It was 
certainly a distracting sight, and Nicola was the 
focus of everybody's attention.

"I should introduce myself," Nicola announced. "I'm 
Nicola, but my friends call me Knickers. Coach Farley 
has just hired me."

"Hired you?" asked one of the men (named Dave). "Hired 
you for what?"

"I'm the gym's mascot."

The two others (Tony and Pete) dropped their weights 
and gathered round Nicola's treadmill.

"Mascot?"

"Yknow," Nicola explained. "I dress up in sexy little 
outfits, get my training in every day, and you guys 
get a nice show."

Three pairs of eyebrows rocketed skyward. 

"Plus the Coach wants me to be real 'friendly' to 
everyone, if you get my drift."

They couldn't believe their ears. Coach Farley had 
hired eye-candy for the gym? 

Nicola stepped down from the treadmill.

"Tony, would you mind spotting me? I want to do some 
bench presses."

"Sure," he replied enthusiastically.

Nicola spread her legs wide to straddle the bench. The 
guys let out a collective gasp. Any pretence of 
modesty her leotard offered vanished, as Nicola laid 
back on the bench, the narrow crotch of her outfit 
barely covering Nicola's cunt.

As she pumped the barbells, Tony and Pete were treated 
to the sight of Nicola's luscious red pussy lips. The 
boys clustered around, enjoying the show. Their heads 
were practically between Nicola's thighs, but she 
didn't seem to mind. Dave gulped, trying hard to 
concentrate on the task of spotting Nicola.

"Wow!" cried Pete. "This is way better than any strip 
club!"

"Yeah," replied Tony. "Pity I didn't bring any dollar 
bills."

Nicola laughed. She handed the barbell to Tony and sat 
up.

"Remember, you've got to tell all your friends what a 
great place Coach Farley's gym is."

They nodded enthusiastically. No doubt about it, 
everyone they knew was going to hear about what was 
going on at the Coach's old gym!

Next up for Nicola was reverse leg curls. She laid 
face down on the bench, pumping her legs in the air. 
This gave the guys an excellent opportunity to watch 
Nicola's bare ass rising and falling. It was hard to 
tell who was enjoying it more, Nicola or the boys!

The sexy starlet ran through the rest of her routine. 
As she pumped a set of free-weights, she explained 
that a daily exercise program of aerobics and weight 
training was a necessity to help keep her body looking 
great, but she didn't want to put on a lot of 
unsightly muscles. The guys only half listened, they 
were more interested in watching, wishing Nicola was 
pumping something other than dumbbells. 

"Phew!" said Nicola when she was done. "That was a 
great work-out. Whenever I hit the gym, I always come 
away feeling so aware of my body." With cat-like grace 
she stretched, showing off her amazing physique.

"I'll be coming to the gym every day at about this 
time," Nicola announced. "I hope you'll be able to 
join me again tomorrow."

As she walked out the door, Nicola glanced down at 
Pete's crotch and smirked. "Looks like the only muscle 
that you guys got to tone up was this one!" she said 
playfully, tweaking his cock through his shorts. 

The next day, Coach Farley was none too surprised to 
get calls from seven new guys, all wanting to join the 
gym. They didn't even mind that he'd raised the 
membership fee.

When Nicola came in for her daily exercise routine, 
she laughed when the Coach told her the news.

"I guess word is starting to get around!"

"It sure is, honey." He cast a lascivious eye over 
Nicola's choice of work-out clothing for today. The 
gorgeous starlet was wearing a hot-pink thong, and a 
very, very, *very* tight lycra boob-tube that clung to 
all the right places and beautifully showcased 
Nicola's 38-inch tits.

"What do you think?" she asked, doing a twirl. The 
Coach swallowed back the drool and replied, "The best 
way to advertize a gym is with a gorgeous body. 
Preferably one without too many clothes on."

Nicola smiled. As a professional model she loved 
showing off, flaunting her exquisite form for an 
audience. She didn't mind too much if the job required 
her to be nude. In fact, the fewer clothes she wore 
the better. Nicola had only just arrived in LA to 
launch her movie career, and she was already beginning 
to enjoy the sensation of being naked around a bunch 
of gawping men.

She entered the gym and greeted everyone with a cheery 
wave.

"Hi guys!"

They turned to look at her, big dumb grins plastered 
across their faces. Nicola strode over the treadmill, 
noting with pride the way her audience stared at her 
bare ass. She was even more pleased to see that there 
were now more of them watching her.

After a twenty-minute run that left her bathed in 
sweat, Nicola stepped down from the machine to start 
her weight training. But first, she'd need someone to 
spot her...

Nicola cast an eye around the assembled hunks. They 
were all trying to look nonchalant, as they got on 
with their own work-outs, but it was obvious they'd 
much rather be leering at the semi-naked starlet.

She recognized one of her admirers from yesterday.

"Pete, would you like to spot me?"

His face lit up, and he disengaged himself from the 
rowing machine. "Would I???!!!"

As Nicola bent over to grab a pair of hand-weights, 
the guys let out a sigh of lust. She lingered in the 
bent-over position, letting everyone enjoy the view. 
And what a view! Nicola's thong disappeared between 
her smooth ass cheeks, leaving her shapely posterior 
practically bare.

When she finally stood up straight, Pete bounded up 
behind her like a eager puppy. Nicola started pumping 
her arms, raising them over her head and letting out a 
deep breath with every exertion. Pete did his best to 
spot her, gently gliding his hands over Nicola's 
biceps to give her support in case she needed it.

Of course, being so close to such a gorgeous babe had 
quite a powerful effect on lucky Pete. Standing on 
tip-toe, he could look right down her front at her 
sweat-slicked boobs straining away inside her lycra 
top. It wasn't long before Nicola could feel his erect 
cock brushing against her backside.

"I'm going to work on some incline flys now," Nicola 
told Pete, taking a seat on the incline bench.

"That's a chest exercise," he replied. "It doesn't 
look like your hooters need much developing." He 
slipped his hands under Nicola's arms and gave her 
boobs a quick playful squeeze.

She laughed. "Oh, I think you guys greatly appreciate 
a firm, toned bust." As she worked the weights, Nicola 
jokingly recited an old rhyme:

"I must,
"I must,
"I must increase my bust.
"The bigger the better,
"The tighter the sweater,
"The boys depend on us!"

All eyes were on Nicola's breasts. The particular 
exercise she was doing, heaving the weights back and 
thrusting her chest forward, put an enormous amount of 
strain on her top. Everyone knew that it was only a 
matter of time before something gave...

With a THWACK! Nicola's top snapped off and went 
flying across the gym, leaving her boobs completely 
bare.

Nicola let out a gasp of shock, but didn't try to 
cover her tits. "Opps!" she giggled. "I'm sure you 
guys don't mind if I finish my work-out topless?"

"No!" they cried in unison.

If there was any possibility that the men in the gym 
might actually do some exercising, it was gone now. 
Nicola set about finishing up her routine with her 
breasts bare, seemingly unconcerned that everyone was 
getting a good eyeful of her chesty charms.

Of course, that was the point!

The word quickly began to spread about the T&A show 
that was going on at Coach Farley's gym. Every day, 
more men joined up, and every day Nicola showed up for 
her work-out in more outrageous and revealing clothes. 
And every day, after she was done exercising, she 
walked out with her boobs bare, waving a cheery see-
ya-later to her male admirers.

Within three days, Coach Farley saw 50 new members 
join his club, all  eagerly enquiring as to when 
Nicola would be next coming in.

"Calm down, folks," he told them. "Our special gym 
mascot comes in every weekday, and she's always 
dressed to please. She's an actress and a model, and 
has to work real hard to keep her gorgeous physique in 
tip top condition. And when you join Coach Farley's 
Gym, you get a close-up look at just how hard she 
works."

At this rate, thought the Coach, I'll be able to pay 
off my debts by the end of next week, and then start 
those refurbishments I've been thinkin' of.

So, Nicola got to keep her body deliciously toned and 
trim, the guys all got to drool over her bare tits 
bouncing around as she did so, and the Coach was 
finally getting back in the black. Everyone was happy, 
except of course Winston E. Prickk.

When he arrived at the Coach's gym on Friday morning, 
he expected the old man to be broken and despondent, 
but nothing could be further from the truth.

"Ah, Prick!" drawled Coach Farley from behind the 
reception desk. "Welcome to my gym. I take it you're 
here to sign up?"

"It's Pry-ick," he snapped. "What's going on here, 
Farley? Why aren't you broke?"

Before the Coach could answer, the door to the weights 
room swung open, and out strolled Nicola. Prickk's jaw 
dropped. The gorgeous Aussie starlet was wearing a 
slinky white leotard, the top rolled down to her waist 
to leave her bare breasts swinging.

Prickk watched on in surprised as the half-naked babe 
sauntered up to reception, completely unfazed by her 
nudity.

"Coach, I was thinking, there are so many guys signing 
up now that we should start a roster of who gets to be 
my training partner. It's more fair that way, yknow, 
making sure that everyone gets a turn on me." She 
giggled. "Opps, I mean a turn *with* me."

"That's a great idea, Knickers," he replied. The Coach 
would've been casting smug glances in Prickk's 
direction, but when Nicola's tits are in the room, its 
all you can do but stare at the free jiggle show.

"Wh-who is this?" Prickk gasped, wiping the drool from 
his lips.

"Nicola Baron," she greeted him, extending her hand. 
"I'm the club's mascot, helping the Coach out with a 
'recruitment' drive." Her blue eyes smouldering with 
passion, Nicola ran her hands along the undersides of 
her boobs, causing them to wobble provocatively.

"Hubba, hubba," murmured an entranced Prickk. "Can I 
join up?" Then he shook his head. "What am I 
saying!!??"

Tearing his gaze away from the bare-breasted beauty, 
Prickk glared at the Coach. "Turning your club into a 
titty bar won't work, Farley! Sooner or later people 
will get bored with the view and come back to a real 
gym!"

The Coach laughed. "You wanna bet on that, you little 
pip-squeak?"

"Sure as my name is Winston E. Prickk!"

"Knickers, you're my expert on public relations. Hows 
about we go and see just how eager my clients are to 
give up exercising with a buck-naked angel to go to 
some crappy Dickmann's?"

"Whatever you say, Coach," replied the perky Nicola.

The three of them trooped back into the weights room, 
Nicola flanked by the Coach and Prickk. The moment she 
entered, everyone turned to look at her. Nicola 
certainly had a way of lighting up a room, especially 
with her hooters hanging out the front of her leotard.

"Hi, guys!" Nicola greeted them. "Hey, we were 
wondering, would you like to stay here, at Coach 
Farley's Gym, working out with me, or would you rather 
be at a Dickmann's Gym?"

All the men exchanged incredulous glances, but before 
they could reply, Nicola had more to say:

"Before you make your minds up, I have a small 
announcement to make. I'm afraid that Coach Farley's 
Gym will no longer be offering a topless mascot to 
cheer up your daily work-out routines."

This was quickly followed by a gasp of astonishment. 
Prickk, thinking Farley had lost his cute little 
gimmick, smirked.

But wait! Nicola still had more to say:

"Instead, Coach Farley's Gym will be offering, for 
your pleasure and entertainment, a *full nude* mascot. 
Whaddaya say to that, boys?"

Nicola's declaration was greeted by a roar of approval 
from her admirers. It quickly turned into a chant. 
"Off! Off! Off! Off!"

With a shrug of her shapely shoulders, Nicola slipped 
her thumbs into her leotard. "Looks like from now on 
I'll be saving a few bucks on my work-out wardrobe!"

As the guys eagerly gathered round to watch the strip 
show, Prickk fumed. "Dammit Farley! I guess you win."

"Don't you think you should be slinking out with your 
tail between your legs, eh, Prick?"

"In a second. I just want to watch Nicola take her 
clothes off."

And who wouldn't?

Surrounded by a roomful of slavering men, Nicola 
teasingly began to slip the leotard off her body. 
Guided by her fingers, the silky little slip of 
material slithered downward over Nicola's hips, inch 
by inch baring more of the starlet's gorgeous physique 
in all her naked glory.

At last Nicola yanked her leotard right off, exposing 
her immaculately trimmed muff to the whole gym. The 
guys had seen many a tempting glimpse of Nicola's 
moist nether lips over the past week, but this was the 
first time they'd had the pleasure of seeing her naked 
pussy in all its glory.

A burst of applause rung through the gym, shot through 
with piercing wolf-whistles. Nicola wiggled her 
backside, letting the unwanted garment slide down her 
thighs and fall at her feet.

The Aussie beauty basked in the glow of adulation 
elicited by her impromptu striptease right in the 
middle of the weights room. She loved being the center 
of attention, and showing off her best assets was 
always guaranteed to get her noticed. 

Nicola was completely naked now except for her 
sneakers and sweatbands. She posed for her admirers, 
turning so that everyone got a good look, her full 
breasts bobbing with every movement. As she showed 
herself off, Nicola couldn't help but notice the 
lustful way the guys were eying up her delicious 
curves.

"So," she asked casually, "I take it no one has a 
problem if I work-out nude from now on?"

"NO!" came the single reply with many voices. 

"Well," said Nicola happily. "Time to hit the showers. 
Who'd like to scrub my back?"

**********

"And that's why the guys at my local gym are really 
sweet and don't mind me working out nude," said Nicola 
as she finished up her tale.

"Wow!" said Rick. "What a sexy story." By now, his 
hand had crept up Nicola's thigh and was between her 
legs, his fingertips gently brushing against her 
dripping pussy lips.

"Can you imagine that?" Rick continued as he groped 
Nicola's juicy bits, "someone saving their business by 
using a sexy naked girl to entice customers. I bet it 
would make a great movie."

Nicola giggled. Things were getting pretty steamy, and 
not just because they were in the sauna. Her 
stunningly beautiful face was flushed red with the 
excitement of being naked in a room full of horny men, 
their sweating bodies pressed tightly against her bare 
flesh.

"I was wondering, Rick," Nicola murmured, "if you'd 
like to help me out with my wrist exercises."

"Wrist exercises?" he replied, mystified as to what 
she was talking about- until Nicola slipped her own 
hand between his legs and wrapped it around his erect 
penis.

I big dumb grin spread across Rick's face. "Sure, 
Knickers! I'd be glad to lend you a helping hand."

Nicola smirked. "I think for this routine, it's my 
hand that'll be helping you."

Gently she began to stroke his cock, running her 
delicate digits up and down his shaft. As she did so, 
Nicola's soft blue eyes stared into his, a flirtatious 
smile dancing on her lips. 

Rick's pulse began to race, his breathing becoming 
shallow. This might be Nicola's work-out, but he 
seemed to be the one doing all the exertion.

Nicola started to pick up the pace, squeezing his cock 
in her fist with a deliciously firm grip. She 
certainly knew what she was doing as she expertly 
jerked him off.

Rick slumped back on the bench, opening his legs even 
wider. Wiping a damp lick of her hair away from her 
face, Nicola bent down over Rick's lap, her forearm 
resting on his naked thighs. 

When he first saw Coach Farley's run-down old gym, 
Rick never imagined he'd wind up in the steamroom 
receiving a first-class hand job from a gorgeous 
model!

"Good boy," Nicola murmured, "You like that, don't 
you?"

"Uh-huh," he replied, sweat dripping off his face. His 
dick was slippery with pre-cum, nicely lubricating 
Nicola's hot palm. That oh-so-nice feeling of sexual 
pleasure rose in his loins, and he felt orgasm 
approach.

"Time to change hands!" Nicola suddenly squealed with 
glee. Rick was momentarily disappointed as her right 
hand disengaged itself from his cock, but an instant 
later her left was firmly wrapped around his quivering 
member and Nicola was wanking him again.

"Oh yeah!" he groaned. "That hits the spot."

Smiling to herself, the sexy little gym bunny pumped 
away for all she was worth. Rick squirmed in delight 
at her tender ministrations, as Nicola brought him to 
the brink of ecstasy.

But before he could come, Nicola stopped. Obviously, 
she had more in store for Rick, and all the other 
guys.

"Time to hit the showers, boys," Nicola announced. She 
picked herself up off the marble bench and sauntered 
out of the steamroom. Everyone followed quickly 
behind.

By now, Rick was used to the unusual arrangements of 
Coach Farley's gym, and the fact that Nicola waltzed 
nonchalantly into the men's shower block didn't 
surprise him in the least. It was a large communal 
block, with plenty of room for everybody.

Nicola turned on the shower, letting the steaming hot 
water cascade over her head, wetting her long brunette 
hair, and washing down her naked body. 

Then she took Rick by the hand, guiding him under the 
showerhead. He let out a slight gasp as the warm water 
splashed over his own body, running like a waterfall 
down his chest and sploshing over his erect penis.

The starlet turned to face Rick, their soaked bodies 
barely touching. Nicola was as tall as him, her 
smouldering blue eyes level with his own. Rick's 
prick, stiff and eager for the hot little gym bunny, 
brushed against Nicola's well-toned abs.

She placed her arms around his neck and murmured, 
"lift me up." Rick complied, grasping the nude girl by 
her hips and lifting her into the air. Nicola wrapped 
her luscious long legs around Rick's waist.

He could feel her warm body close against his own, her 
boobs pressed against his chest, trembling with desire 
as he held her in his arms. Nicola wiggled her bottom 
to position herself, and then slowly, slowly, the 
starlet lowered herself onto his throbbing cock.

Rick felt an intense yet pleasant warmth flood over 
his cock as Nicola's vagina steadily enveloped him. 
Lubricated by her salivating love-juices, Nicola's 
velvet box slithered eagerly over Rick's penis, 
greedily slurping him in inch by inch.

At last Nicola bottomed out, her cunt deliciously 
stuffed to bursting point, she gave out a satisfied 
gasp and hugged herself tight against him.

The others stood around, watching their coupling, each 
of them waiting for their own turn.

Without further ado, Rick commenced fucking the 
starlet, bouncing her up and down the length of his 
pole. Hot and moist, Nicola's pussy guzzled greedily 
on his cock with every stroke, her flesh clinging 
tightly to his. Water from the shower continued to 
spray over their furiously-fucking bodies, adding to 
the slippery mix of sweat and love-slime.

Nicola enjoyed sex immensely, losing herself in sweet 
sticky rapture. Her performance was accompanied by a 
litany of squeaks and squeals as the gorgeous model 
eagerly impaled herself up and down on Rick's dick, 
over and over again.

The handjob Nicola had given him earlier in the 
steamroom had made Rick pretty excited already, and it 
wasn't long before she could sense the organ buried 
deep inside her womb start to throb in impending 
climax.

"Oh God!" cried Rick, his muscular body wriggling in 
orgasm. A moment later, Nicola felt that wonderfully 
gratifying sensation of hot cum being pumped into her 
pussy. Rick's cock continued to spurt for a few 
seconds more, filling the groaning starlet with his 
sperm. As if reluctant to let go, Nicola's rippling 
cunt-muscles persisted in squeezing Rick's prick, 
milking out the last few drops.

"Wow, that was great!" Rick gasped as he lowered her 
back down. "I wish my local gym in New York had a 
mascot just like you."

"Thank-you," Nicola replied modestly as she dismounted 
from her partner. With a deliciously obscene squelch 
his cock slurped out of her dripping pussy. "I try my 
best."

But Nicola hadn't finished her work-out yet. Although 
she hadn't cum herself yet, there were still an awful 
lot of guys left. They stood around, clutching their 
purple erections, waiting anxiously for their turn. 

It was a good thing Nicola was still horny.

END