Filename: IOU1BJ.txt Title: IOU1BJ Author: Knickers Universe: Nicola Adventures Keywords: MF, exhib, oral Summary: Did Nicola really offer to give a blowjob to a stranger? 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 © 2006 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. Visit the website /~knickers As well as all the episodes, you'll find author's notes, reader feedback, and movie reviews. IOU1BJ (MF exhib oral) The stream of soothing hot water splashed over Nicola's model-pretty face and cascaded down her luscious, naked body as the starlet cooled her pounding head under the shower. The Australian beauty had had a pretty rough night. Celebrating the wrap of her second movie, "Bikini Stewardesses 2", she'd gone out for a night on the tiles. Nicola vaguely remembered leaving her apartment sometime after eight o'clock, dressed in an eye-catching leather miniskirt, slit to flash tantalizing glimpses of her naked thigh, gauzy powder-blue tube-top that clung to her tits like a second skin, and a pair of black leather boots. The party had started out at the producer's house. Nicola clearly remembered letting the guys do shots off her naked stomach. Giggling, lying on her back and draped across the bar, she definitely remembered trying to keep her boobs from slipping out of her top. As she showered, the water felt so good, gushing over her tits and giving them a lustrous sheen. Nicola soaped her best assets, aware of how she owed her blossoming career in Hollywood to her gorgeous pair of natural, 38-inch pair breasts, not to mention her willingness to proudly show them off in such movies as "Bikini Stewardesses 2". Running her hands through her long, chestnut colored hair, Nicola wondered if she'd fucked anyone last night. The starlet recalled the party had started to get pretty tame around midnight, and so Nicola had gone out to hit the bars and clubs on the Strip. Everything between then and when she awoke this morning back in her own apartment was a total blur. The doorbell rang, echoing loudly through Nicola's booze-softened brain. Her body damp, Nicola stepped out from beneath the comforting spray of her shower. Irritated at having her morning abolitions interrupted, she went to answer the door. Unfortunately, in her hung-over state, Nicola forgot to put any clothes on, and when she opened her door, she was buck-naked, much to the delight of her gentleman caller. "'Sup, Knickers," he greeted her with a grin, his eyes drinking in the sight of her naked physique. "Um, gidday," Nicola replied, her baby-blue eyes trying to focus on her visitor. He was about 20, tall, kinda-scruffy in jeans and a UCLA sweatshirt. He looked sort-of familiar, and Nicola was so preoccupied trying to remember who he was that she still didn't cover her tits. "Steve Kennelly. From last night, Shooters Bar?" Nicola shook her head. "Sorry, mate. I can't seem to recall- "Then perhaps you'll remember this," Steve replied. With a flourish he produced a slip of paper from his back pocket, brandishing it for the starlet to read. Which Nicola did- then gasped in shock. IOU1BJ -Nicola Baron. Had she really written that last night, smashed out of her brain at some bar? It was her signature alright, although it was missing the cute little heart she used to dot the i (one of the many affectations Nicola had adopted over the past couple of months, to enhance her fuckability). Had she, rising starlet Nicola Baron, really written some drunken promise to blow a stranger? Nicola peered closely at Steve, who grinned like a Cheshire cat. He was definitely not the kind of guy she normally found herself 'entertaining', Nicola's preferred bed-partners where usually rich and/or powerful Hollywood types. But still, he was kinda cute. "OK," Nicola sighed. "Come on in and make yourself comfortable." "Oh, no, not now," Steve replied, folding up his precious paper promise and returning it to his jeans pocket. "I'm on my way to class. How 'bout I come back here, say eight o'clock night." A date? Sure, why not! "Eight o'clock is fine," Nicola purred, thrusting her damp boobs towards the object of her affections. Taking one last lingering look at Nicola's fine form, Steve reluctantly took himself off. ******** Eight o'clock sharp the doorbell rang again, only this time Nicola was ready for it. Recovered from her hangover, the starlet was primped and preened for her date. She was dressed to kill in a little black cocktail dress, low cut to show off her cleavage, with a high hemline to accentuate her gorgeous, tanned legs, and no underwear so to give random lucky fellas a quick beaver flash. Nicola grinned as she admired herself in the mirror. You are so hot, Nicola thought to herself, I could fuck you myself. She threw open the door, but once again she was disappointed. Steve didn't look like he'd changed his clothes. His five o'clock shadow had even grown darker. The only thing different about the sloppy student was his grin- it was even wider than before. "M-mmm," Steve licked his lips and wrapped his arm around Nicola's waist, his fingers slipping across her body. "I am going to enjoy this." Nicola did her best to smile politely, but she was worried. Would tonight promise fun and sexual adventure? Or would she regret it? They emerged into the carpark, where Steve's transport awaited them- a grimy 1986 Honda Prelude. A sports car, but not exactly the kind Nicola was used to. Steve held her hand as she lowered herself into the passenger's seat, causing her dress to ride up, giving him an unforgettable view of her elegantly groomed, brunette-thatched pussy. The Prelude coughed into life, and Steve eased it through the streets of LA. "So, where are we heading?" Nicola asked. "You'll see," was Steve's enigmatic reply. Nicola frowned in irritation, the student seemed incapable of giving her a straight answer. "I have to confess," Nicola smiled sweetly, "last night I got a little... well, rat-arsed. Maybe you could tell me how I came to..." "Make me such a promise? Well, we just kinda met at Shooters and hit it off. I could tell straight away you were a friendly kind of gal." "Really? How's that?" "Well, you had your tube-top pulled down, your rack was on display, and you were giggling your pretty little ass off." Nicola blushed. Yes, that did indeed sound like her after one-too-many champagne cocktails. "So, we started chatting, and I said I really liked your first movie "Bikini Bandits", and you said you'd really like to suck my cock. Well, I was kinda busy (term paper due this morning), so I asked to take a rain check." Nicola absorbed this news in silence. The sound of loud, throbbing music nudged her back to the here-and-now. Nicola looked up to see Steve pulled up outside a large house, and it looked like a party was going on. "We're here," Steve explained. "Here? Where's here?" "The frat house." Steve opened the passenger door on his car and gallantly offered to take Nicola's hand. She obliged- and obliged him again with another peek up her short skirt as she manoeuvred her delectable body out of the Prelude. "What is this?" Nicola asked, her pretty face creased in concern. As Steve escorted her up the front steps, a wave of raucous sound washed over her. The doors swung open, and Nicola was greeted with dozens of merry faces, all of them wearing the same smirk as Steve. "Is this a party?" "It's a party alright. And you're the guest of honor!" At the sight of the gorgeous starlet, the college kids all burst into applause and wolf-whistles. Despite her discomfort, Nicola always loved being the center of attention and smiled at their leering behavior. Steve led her through the noisy throng towards one end of the room where a platform rose like an island from the mass of sweaty bodies. Guys mostly, but a few girls too. As Nicola drew closer, she saw that on top of the podium sat a chair and a cushion. Realization jabbed at her sharply and Nicola jerked in shock. "You mean, they're an audience???" "Sure!" Steve cried breezily, waving the magic slip of paper that guaranteed Nicola's co-operation, that compelled her to blow him in front of a roomful of drunken frat kids. "Nicola, I want you to meet my girlfriend, Susan," Steve introduced Nicola to a cute but rather slim girl with short blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. "Hi," she called out above the din of the party. "Nice to meet you." Nicola was incredulous. "You brought a date???" "Why not?" Steve shrugged. "I'm sure as hell not putting that thing in my mouth," Susan laughed. Nicola caught her eye, she could see the glint of curiosity and excitement. The blonde co-ed really did want to watch her boyfriend getting his cock sucked by another woman. There wasn't much time to contemplate the matter, as Steve led Nicola up onto the dais. As she mounted her stage, the noise level grew sharply in intensity, as the crowd sensed the live sex show was about to begin. Nicola was so over-awed, it was all she could do but stumble around as Steve guided her towards the cushion she would kneel on. Dazed, Nicola turned toward her audience and bumped against some guy wielding a video camera. "Nicola, this is Kenji. He'll be recording the event for posterity." Oh, this just got better and better! The Aussie beauty stared at him aghast. He was Asian, and as geeky as hell with slicked-back hair, protruding-buck teeth and a check-flannel shirt. Kenji nodded vigorously, excited to be playing his part in tonight's entertainment. "Yeh, that reelly good, eh, Steve, eh, eh? She sucky-sucky now?" Steve laughed and slapped him on the shoulder. "Hold up there, little AV buddy! Plenty of time for that." He turned to Nicola, that damn grin still on his lips. "I'm gonna grab a beer before we start. You want one now, or after?" "Um, after," Nicola stammered. Steve laughed again. "Good choice!" He stepped off the dais, and was engulfed in the swarming crowd. Nicola turned to Kenji, who was drooling over her cleavage. Literally. A stream of saliva was dribbling from his lips. "Ooohh," Kenji breathed, "you got gleat tits. I see you in 'Bikini Bandits'. You have gleat big boobies, no tan-lines. Velly sexy when bikini bandits take away your clothes, you got to run alound naked. I get velly excited!" "Ah, thanks," Nicola replied. Kenji licked his lips. "You suck Steve with no clothes, huh? Make for better video." Nicola's eyes bulged in shock. Nude, in front of all these people? "No!" she cried. "Aw, come on Knickers!" The starlet turned to see Steve bounding back on stage with a can in his hand. "Remember, I got this." Again, he wafted the precious IOU under Nicola's pretty nose. "That just says I'll suck your dick," Nicola countered. "It doesn't say anything about stripping." "It doesn't say anything about not stripping," was Steve's emphatic if insubstantial reply. He turned to his assembled frat buddies to back him up. "Waddaya say, guys, you wanna see her naked?!" "Yeah!" shouted back Susan. "Take it all off!" Nicola was not terribly taken aback by the co-ed's enthusiasm, in her experience women were often as eager to see some tits 'n' ass as much as men. The rest of the crowd took up Susan's cry, until it became a single, drunken roar: "Strip! Strip! Strip!" Swallowing, Nicola reached behind her back, her fingers finding the zipper on her dress. What choice did she have? She'd signed that dammed IOU! Why? Had she really been so out of it last night she'd agree to do this? And now that she was sober, she was still going ahead with it? A hush fell over the frat house. The only sound was the ripping noise as Nicola gently tugged down her zipper. The slip of little black material that had been her dress slithered down her body with a whisper, then fell around her shapely ankles, accompanied by a bellow of approval from her audience. Nicola was now completely naked before them, her well-toned, evenly tanned body open for inspection. At least skipping underwear had been a good choice, it just would've drawn out the embarrassment of disrobing even longer. Being nude in front of an audience wasn't exactly new to Nicola. As a model and starlet who specialized in nudie flicks, it was an everyday occurrence for her. And, as nervous as her current situation made her, Nicola felt that very familiar tingling sensation that exhibiting herself always brought on. The Aussie beauty smiled, posed with one hand on her hip, and ran the other through her hair. Her perfect, pert breasts stood out proudly for all to admire. "OK!" Steve shouted above the noise. "Time to get this show on the road!" He plonked his backside down into the chair. "Nicola, I want you to use your teeth to open my fly. Then ease out my prick and go to work. Use lots of saliva, get your mouth good and wet. Don't forget to make a lot of noise, I want to hear some serious slurping going on. Your eyes, too, look up at me from time to time. Good long strokes, keep your head bobbing. Remember we got an audience. Really play it up to the camera." Nicola nodded, dumbly. Steve sounded like a director, only this was far more explicit than she'd ever done on film. This was it, Nicola was about to give the performance of her career. "Wait, me gotta do white barance," Kenji cried, fiddling with his camera. Steve rolled his eyes. "Hurry it up!" Kenji grabbed a white piece of card and handed it to Nicola. "Hold up in front of boobs. Me gotta terl camera what is white." Nicola complied, holding up the card with the blank side facing the camera. The opposite side was a photo of herself, a publicity still from "Bikini Bandits", wearing a skimpy swimsuit and giving a sultry look like she was about to gobble some cock (which she was, for real). Nicola had seen enough of them in the past couple of weeks, usually scribbling her autograph underneath. This one didn't, though. It had "Love & Kisses XXX" in her own handwriting, like she always wrote for a fan, but no signature. Just a little heart, right at the bottom. It was one of those weird moments when suddenly your mind is a mile away and things just click. Steve was getting impatient, yelling at Kenji who was still adjusting his camera. Suddenly, Nicola was back. She spun on her heel and angrily glared at Steve. "Where's that piece of paper? The one with my signature." Steve shrugged. "Here it is. All legit. You signed it." Nicola grabbed it off him. "There's something that struck me a bit odd about this. It's typing paper. If we were in a bar, surely I'd write it on a cocktail napkin, hmm?" "Maybe," Steve replied coolly. "But you didn't, you wrote it on that." Nicola shook her head, causing her bare boobs to wobble. "And the signature. It's mine, alright, but there's one thing missing- the heart I use to dot the i." With a flourish, Nicola lined up the IOU with the publicity photo of herself, so that only her autograph was visible and the "agreement" was hidden behind the picture. Her signature matched up perfectly with the heart above. Triumphant, the nude Nicola held it up so everyone could see. "You bastard! I never signed any IOU. I was so out of it, I thought I was signing an autograph for a fan!" The crowd gasped in shock. Kenji trembled in delight. "Ooooh, it like a reer-ry hot 'Murder, She Wrote'." The room was utterly silent. Steve blushed a very deep shade of red. Suddenly, Susan giggled. "Busted!" she murmured. Nicola turned and reached for her clothes. Steve finally found his voice. "Aw, come on! You can't blame a guy for trying. You're totally hot, who wouldn't want you between their legs, slurping the beef." The starlet paused, smiling at the compliment. "Yeah, come on," added Susan. "I'd really like to see you suck him off. You were going to do it anyway." "Oooohhh, yes," Kenji nodded so vigorously his glasses almost slid off. "Prease continue!" "Well....", Nicola's delicate finger tapped against her lip in contemplation. She still held her cocktail dress in her hand, but made no attempt to get dressed again. The Aussie beauty cast her eyes across her audience, seeing a sea of hopeful faces turned toward her. A big night of adult entertainment had been planned, and it would be a shame to let them all down just because Nicola had found out the Steve had tried to trick her. She was going to do it anyway. It wasn't Nicola's fault she was smarter than he was, and had seen through his plan. And it certainly wasn't her fault she was such a total fox. "Please," Susan's pretty eyes implored her. "Do it for me?" "OK," Nicola replied with a shrug. She tossed her dress aside, and sunk down to her knees on the cushion positioned at Steve's feet. "Oh, thank-you thank-you thank-you thank-you," Steve breathed. His face was still very red, only now it wasn't with embarrassment it was with excitement. "Don't thank me just yet," Nicola murmured in her husky Australian, resting her chin on his thigh. "Just you wait till I've finished, then you'll really have something to be grateful for." She rubbed her palm across the inside of Steve's leg, feeling the thick meat of his cock twitching to break free from his pants. Nicola smiled, pleased with the affect she was having on him. Her fingers plucked at his zipper, slowly yanking it down. Steve's shallow breathing degenerated into panting. Susan stepped closer, leaning over her boyfriend's shoulder to get a better view of the action. It was hard to believe Nicola had never given a blowjob before she arrived in Hollywood just a short time ago, but after seeing how important it was for her career, she'd eagerly pursued every opportunity to practice her technique. Now the Aussie starlet was highly skilled on the pink oboe, and her mouthwork was much sort after. His fly undone, Nicola's hand reached into Steve's pants to draw forth his painfully swollen member. No matter how many times she handled a throbbing, erect cock, Nicola never grew tired of the sensation of hot manflesh pressing against her hands. Steve's prick sprouted from his open fly, proudly pointing up toward Nicola. She caressed it, rubbing her palms along it length, all the while softly cooing and casting Steve the most doe-eyed of looks. Everything Nicola did was one reason alone: to let Steve know that right now his cock was the most important thing in the world to her. And it worked- Steve's cock was rock hard and burning hot. Still kneeling, the nude Aussie babe scooted forward, bringing her face even closer to that purple-headed object of her desire. The heat it gave off bathed her adorable face in an ardent glow of sexual desire, warming the model's cheeks. Ever aware that her performance was not just for Steve's benefit but for her audience as well, Nicola let go of his prick just long enough to sweep her long brunette locks back behind her ears, so her hair didn't fall forward and block the view. Her ruby-red lips descended upon his manhood, and Nicola gently pecked the softest of kisses upon the shining helmet of Steve's cock. At this first, delicate contact between Nicola's mouth and his dick, Steve let out an extra loud moan, his groin muscles contracted sharply, and his dick twitched so violent it brushed against Nicola's chin. For a horrid moment she thought he was going to cum, but, through the veil of gasps, Steve kept it together. After the kissing comes the licking. Nicola's pink tongue darted out, slithering across Steve's engorged head, slimy with pre-cum. Again, the lucky recipient of Nicola's oral attentions gave a fierce spasm, but Steve was determined to enjoy every last moment of ecstasy. Nicola opened her mouth, and, like everyone else in the room, began to drool. Saliva ran down her chin, rivers of her juices pouring out of her mouth and down onto Steve's prick. Nicola helped the process along with her tongue, sliding it over his cock in a swirling pattern that made Steve's eyes roll back in his head. She didn't just stop at his helmet, Nicola's tongue licked all the way down his excited shaft, along the length and girth of Steve's cock, coating his member in a mixture of their ardent juices. "Oh, God..." Steve throbbed, letting everyone know that Nicola knew exactly what she was doing. The whole crowd was motionless, straining forward to witness the spectacle of the starlet kneeling before the student, no-one wanting to miss a second of it. Susan's lips were open slightly, quivering with excitement, the tip of her own tongue barely visible as it darted around her mouth, almost like she was vicariously joining in. She was leaning so far forward, that from Nicola's vantage point between Susan's boyfriend's legs, the starlet could see deep down the co-ed's blouse at her perky tits snug therein. The only one moving was Kenji, who tried to weave around the couple, squinting through the camera's viewfinder, catching the action on tape from every angle. The nerdy Asian teenager sported a painful hardon, and from time to time he paused and rubbed his crotch as if scratching an itch that would never go away. When she was sure he had just the right amount of lubrication, Nicola opened her velvet-smooth mouth and slurped greedily over Steve's prick. She quickly went to work, using the "one-hand" technique, vigorously pounding her fist up the length of the cock as she simultaneously deep-throating him. The whole performance was accompanied by a thoroughly filthy guzzling sound, as Nicola suckled on Steve's furiously jerking prick. The starlet's slurping echoed through the halls of the stone-silent frat house, almost as if Nicola was deliberately projecting her slobbering noises for everyone to enjoy. Seated in her chair, Steve squirmed in pure delight. Never had he felt such pleasure as Nicola lovingly sucking his cock. The delight of the moment was heightened by having his girlfriend resting on his shoulder, her hot breath upon the nape of his neck, Susan enjoying the show almost as much as he was. Nicola spared nothing for Steve, letting loose on him with her full range of cock-sucking talents. Her jaw worked, her cheeks hollowed as the Aussie starlet pleasured his prick in the moist heaven of her hot mouth. She would switch from head-on sucking to the side-slurp, burying the sensitive head of his prick into her cheek. She allowed her pearly-white teeth to brush against his manhood, gently nibbling his cock. From time to time Nicola would disengage her lips from his knob, trailing strands of saliva and cum from her face. Then her tongue would emerge from her mouth, eagerly lick away these stains of desire, before resuming her task at hand. Under this erotic onslaught Steve began to wilt. From the very beginning his cock had been fit to burst, and as Nicola unleashed her full range of talents upon his hapless prick, it wasn't going to be long before he surrendered to her a mouthful of cum. Biting his lip and shrieking in delight, Steve arched his back, thrusting his pelvis even further into Nicola's face. The starlet met his penultimate stroke, burying herself between his thighs, her once-elegant hair now matted and tangled around Steve's legs. Moments later the student was spurting his speed into Nicola's mouth. Far from releasing his trouser-snake from the welcome embrace of her mouth, she continued to slurp Steve's last strokes, so that the arcs of his orgasm squirted directly down her throat. Steve continued to convulse in his chair, crying out his delight. Nicola braced herself against his thighs, keeping her lips firmly pressed against his knob, drinking down every last drop erupting from Steve's shuddering manhood. Finally, he collapsed backward, out of breath, his shoulders trembling. Steve's grinning, sweat-soaked face told the story of Nicola's cock-sucking better than any scribe could. Susan gently squeezed his shoulders. Nicola finished sucking away the last drops of cum from Steve's now-satisfied prick before finally releasing the spent member, and gave a smack of her lips. "And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you give a blowjob," she grinned, waving to the awe-struck crowd of students. "Wow, that was incredible," Steve thanked her, when he finally had his breath back. "Yeah, thanks," Susan added, reaching out to shake Nicola's hand. The starlet ran her tongue across her own palm to lick off the last traces of Steve's cum, before returning the co-ed's handshake. "Nice meeting you." "Yknow," Steve said, sheepishly tucking his prick back inside his pants. "I'm really sorry about trying to trick you." "That's OK. I'm kinda used to it by now. There's this guy, Sammy Fish, he's always trying it on. But you're a sweet guy, so next time you want a blowjob, just try asking." Susan hugged her man tightly. "Oh, I think any future requests of that nature will be well taken care of." Steve grinned. "Alright! Did you hear about that everybody, Susan's gonna suck my cock from now on!" Susan shared a private smirk with Nicola, before she and Steve stepped off the stage. The starlet picked up her cocktail dress, raised her arms in the air, and with a wriggle of her lithe, naked body, slipped her clothes over her head. A moment later, the grinning nerd Kenji was at her side. "Oooohhh, you so hot. Me velly wish you Kenji suck cock!" Nicola fixed him with a steamy gaze. It was precisely the same dick-twitching look she'd given the FAA inspector in "Bikini Stewardesses II", when she was about to seduce him. "Kenji," she purred, "there's something I just have to tell you." "Yes," gasped the over-excited nerd. "Kenji..." "Yes?" "Kenji..." "Yes??!!" Slowly, sensuously, Nicola licked her lips. "You left the lens cap on." Crestfallen, Kenji scrabbled at his camera, only to realize he'd made the stupidest of mistakes. "Oh, furk." THE END