Filename: MaidAustralia.txt
Title: Maid in Australia
Author: Knickers
Universe: Nicola Adventures
Keywords: MF, exhib
Summary: Nicola struts her stuff as a French maid to convince a millionaire author to sign a contract.


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 © 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.

Author's note: This is a "Lost" Nicola 
Adventure, taking place between 
"Hollywood Party Hostesses" and "Nicola: 
Live & Uncensored". Visit the website 
/~knickers . As well 
as all the episodes, you'll find author's 
notes, reader feedback, and movie 
reviews.

Maid in Australia (MF exhib)

"This fucken' thing is burning a hole in 
my pants!" muttered Mr. Spinetti.

Nicola craned over to see what he was 
talking about. The gorgeous Australian 
starlet was perched on the edge of Mr. 
Spinetti's desk and, as she had been 
posing for some 'publicity stills' at his 
office, she was wearing nothing but a 
skimpy pink bikini.  Nicola wasn't 
entirely sure the pictures actually got 
used for anything but they kept him busy 
when they didn't have a movie to work on.

"Ay?" she inquired, peering down into the 
B-movie producer's prodigious lap.

"This script," he replied, pulling forth 
a battered wad of foolscap pages.  "'The 
Adventures of Passionate Penny'. Heard of 
her?"

Nicola's bottom nearly slipped off his 
desk. "Passionate Penny!? Who hasn't 
heard of her?"

Passionate Penny was the heroine of a 
series of racy novels first published 
nearly sixty years ago. Soldiers heading 
off to war had a copy of Passionate Penny 
stashed in their packs. Outwardly staid 
Eisenhower-era couples spiced up their 
love lives by thrilling to Passionate 
Penny's sexploits. And when 60s hippies 
talked about free-love, it was Passionate 
Penny's variety they were thinking of.

However, since the 70s, Passionate Penny 
author H. Anderson Moore had become a 
virtual recluse, hidden away in his 
secluded mansion somewhere in Malibu.

"I've had this Passionate Penny script in 
development for years now," Mr. Spinetti 
continued, "but without the rights we 
can't go ahead. And I've just got word 
that Mack Pillock's company has got their 
own script in pre-production as well!"

Nicola shrugged her bare shoulders. She 
knew that the movie making, even at their 
low end, was a cutthroat business.

"Every attempt to get hold of H. Anderson 
Moore has gone nowhere," Mr. Spinetti 
continued. "I've got to get his signature 
on a contract before Pillock does. And if 
I can't get this project off the ground, 
it could mean the end of this studio..."

Nicola let out a slight gasp.  She had 
carved out a small niche for herself in 
Mr. Spinetti's production company, 
starring in such video masterpieces as 
"Bikini Bandits" and "Bikini Stewardesses 
2". He'd even mentioned the possibility 
of Nicola writing and directing her own 
movie. The last thing she wanted was to 
lose all that.

The middle-aged producer looked up into 
Nicola's sparkling blue eyes. His pudgy 
hand wandered onto her naked thigh. 
"Knickers, sweetheart, darling... I need 
you to do a little job for me."

The Aussie starlet knew that if the 
studio folded, she'd have to fall back on 
the way she used to support herself, as a 
hostess 'entertaining' businessmen. Or 
worse, return home to Melbourne, her 
Hollywood dream in tatters. "Yes?" she 
breathed, apparently ignoring his 
wandering hand groping her.

"I've managed to find out where Moore 
lives. I need you to infiltrate his 
mansion and get him to sign a contract.  
Of course, you'll get the starring role 
in 'Passionate Penny' when we secure the 
rights to it."

Nicola didn't need to think about it.  
"OK, I'll do it."

"Great!" cried Mr. Spnietti, rubbing his 
hands together. "I've got just the cover 
to get you inside. Mr. H. Anderson Moore 
is about to get himself... a new maid!" 
He handed Nicola a dry-cleaning bag. "You 
can get changed through there." He 
indicated the little studio they used for 
the photoshoot.

Nicola took the costume into the next 
room, closing the door behind her. The 
outfit Mr. Spinetti had provided for her 
looked like nothing a real maid would 
wear, designed more to showcase her body 
than accommodate the rigors of domestic 
cleaning.

The starlet tugged off her bikini, baring 
her luscious body. In her acting and 
modelling career, Nicola's stunning 38-
25-35 figure was always her best asset.  
Her boobs, though large, were pert and 
bouncy with no sag.  Her skin glowed with 
an all-over tan, maintained through a 
strict regimen of nude sunbathing 
sessions.  Not an ounce of fat graced her 
delectable form, the 20 year old 
Australian was utterly gorgeous.

Nicola slipped on the gauzy little 
costume and admired herself in a full-
length mirror.  The dress was little more 
than a slip of black material, strapless 
and cut so low that Nicola's boobs were 
in danger of bursting forth at any 
moment, and a frilly little skirt that 
revealed not only her stockings and 
suspenders but her tiny black g-string as 
well. The ensemble came complete with a 
white apron that tied around her waist, 
lacy little cuffs and collar, and a white 
cap, which Nicola perched atop her 
coiffure.

Posing in front of the mirror, Nicola 
tugged at the outfit to adjust it. If she 
pulled it up to cover her boobs, the 
skirt hiked up high enough to reveal her 
pussy. If she pulled the skirt down her 
bra-less tits would slip out and hang 
free. With some effort, Nicola found a 
happy medium between the two, but it was 
obvious that, whether she wanted to or 
not, she'd be putting on a show for old 
H. Anderson Moore.

"Nice," said Mr. Spinetti from behind her 
suddenly, causing Nicola to jump in 
surprise. He must've snuck in quietly to 
watch her change.

"Well," she purred in her husky 
Australian accent, "do you think this'll 
get the job done?" She leaned forward, 
watching Mr. Spinetti practically drool 
as he stared down her cleavage.

"Fabulous..." he murmured. "Here's the 
contract. Get the old man to sign and 
then hurry back here."

"OK, chief!" Nicola replied, throwing the 
producer a salute (and almost flashing 
her left boob in the process). She 
slipped the contract into the apron's 
front pocket so it would be handy when 
the time came.

**********

Nicola's little red convertible pulled up 
in front of the imposing mansion gates. 
Fashioned from wrought iron and topped 
with two intertwined monogrammed letters 
P P, it seemed an impassable barrier to 
the starlet.

A voice buzzed from the intercom. 
"Hello?"

Nicola placed her hand over her mouth and 
made a gurgling noise in the back of her 
throat.

"Sorry, what was that?" asked the 
intercom. Nicola repeated her performance 
only louder.

"Damn thing isn't working..." the 
intercom muttered. "You better come up 
and I'll meet you out front."

Pleased that she had got past this first 
obstacle, Nicola zoomed through the 
opening gates and up towards Moore's 
towering estate.

The starlet parked her car and got out, 
smoothing down her revealing little 
costume. Judging from the warm breeze 
caressing Nicola's ass, she guessed the 
skirt was quite dramatically flared at 
the back. With a tapping of her pumps 
across the cobblestones, Nicola made her 
way up to the front door and knocked.

After a few moments the door swung open 
and a middle-aged man dressed in a dark, 
sober suit appeared. Must be the butler, 
she thought. When he saw Nicola in her 
maid outfit standing on the steps his 
eyes boggled.

"Hi," she said with a winsome smile, "I'm 
the new maid."

The butler continued to gape at Nicola's 
barely-contained bosom. "Uh-huh," he 
replied.

Nicola trotted through the door, 
squeezing her way past the stunned 
servant. She paused, the two of them 
wedged together in the doorway, Nicola 
her boobs pressed against his chest.

"And your name is...?"

He recovered his wits alittle, though his 
eyes were still glued to the T&A show 
right under his nose.

"Hal," came the dumb-struck answer.

"Well, Hal, I'll get stuck straight into 
it, shall I?"

Hal came out of his daze. "Sorry?"

"The cleaning, silly," Nicola giggled, 
playing the bimbo for all she was worth. 
She was anxious to get started as soon as 
possible. With a feather duster in her 
hand and Hal staring after her ass, 
Nicola cheerfully flounced into the 
mansion's spacious lobby and up the 
master staircase.

Now, she wondered, if I was a millionaire 
reclusive soft-porn writer, where would I 
be?

Turning down a corridor, Nicola began 
looking inside rooms at random and was 
finally rewarded.

Peeking inside, Nicola spied a huge four-
poster bed. Lying in the middle of this 
was a wizened old man dressed in grubby 
nightdress.  He could only be H. Anderson 
Moore. 

Gotcha, Nicola smiled to herself. She 
paused at the door, adjusting her dress 
to show off her breathtaking cleavage to 
maximum effect. Nicola was acutely aware 
that her whole future might depend on how 
far she was willing to go to please this 
old man, and letting him get a good look 
at her boobs was the simply the 
beginning.

"Good morning, sir," she said entering 
his bedroom. "I'm Nicola your new maid, 
but you can call me Knickers." She 
curtsied, raising the hem of her skirt 
slightly and bowing low to give him a 
good look at her chesty charms.

Nicola's little show had an instant 
effect. The horny old goat leapt up in 
bed, his beady little eyes zeroing in on 
her tits.

"Well, well, well," he drawled. "An 
Aussie. You know, we saved your asses in 
World War 2." As if to emphasise any 
possible claim he might have on Nicola's 
posterior, she felt a wrinkly hand 
creeping around the back of her thigh.

Nicola smiled sweetly. "And I for one am 
very grateful, so if there's anything you 
want me to do for you, it would be my 
pleasure." She dropped her voice, her 
husky Australian accent sounding as sexy 
as possible. "And I do mean anything."

The old man grinned, knowing he was in 
for a good time. "You can start by 
fluffing my pillows!"

"Sure!" was Nicola's perky reply. She 
leaned over her charge, thrusting her 
boobs under his nose as she reached under 
his head to get to the pillows. Nicola 
smiled with satisfaction as she felt the 
old man's breath on her bare cleavage. 
That contract was as good as signed.

"Ahhh..." he sighed with pleasure. "Just 
as accommodating as my other one."

Nicola was just wondering who the 'other 
one' was when suddenly the bathroom door 
opened another girl paraded into the 
bedroom. Very beautiful, tall, slim, 
raven-coloured hair and sharp eyes. 

Nicola's heart sunk. 

"Maid Knickers, meet Nurse Angel," came 
the ancient voice from between Nicola's 
boobs.

Nicola swallowed. She'd already run into 
Angela 'Angel' Monroe a couple of times 
before in Hollywood and they were 
definitely not friends.  Angela was 
dressed in a nurse's uniform that was 
every bit as genuine as Nicola's maid 
costume. Her thighs and long legs looked 
slinky in white stockings and suspenders, 
flaunted by a ridiculously short skirt 
that ended just inches below her crotch. 
The sleeves were also short, revealing 
Angela's lean, well-toned arms. The zip 
down her front was pretty low, exposing 
plenty of her lustrous throat and chest. 
Although Angela didn't have very large 
boobs, Nicola had to admit the effect was 
very eye catching.

What was Angela doing here? Of course, 
Mack Pillock's script for 'Passionate 
Penny'! She was here for the same thing 
as Nicola: get H. Anderson Moore's 
signature on a contract. God, not only 
was her future riding on this contract, 
she had her feud with Angela to worry 
about as well.

At the sight of her rival bending over 
with her mark's face buried in her ample 
chest, Angela narrowed her eyes to hard 
slits. "Hello, Knickers," she practically 
hissed Nicola's nickname.

"Um, hi."

"You too know each other?" asked the old 
geezer. Nicola and Angela stared at each 
other. Each knew they could squeal on the 
other, but that would only blow their own 
cover. Neither of the starlets wanted to 
expose themselves, at least not in that 
sense.

"No, pleased to make your acquaintance." 
With a phoney smile plastered on her 
pretty face Angela reached over and shook 
Nicola's hand.

"Likewise," Nicola replied, feeling 
Angela squeeze her hand in a less than 
friendly gesture.

Their stand-off was interrupted by a 
burst of cackling. "Well, lucky old me to 
have two such darling little bunnies 
looking after me." He placed a big wet 
kiss on Nicola's bare cleavage.  She 
giggled in reply. This was going to be a 
cinch after all, there was no way Nurse 
Mini-Tits could compete with Nicola.

Angela fumed visibly. "It's time for your 
sponge bath," she announced. 

"I'm sure Knickers wouldn't mind giving 
me a hand to undress?" prompted the old 
man, pulling back the blankets.

"Raise your arms," Nicola instructed. 
Ignoring Angela's glare, she tugged off 
his nightclothes revealing his naked body 
in all its glory. H. Anderson Moore was 
not a good looking man. His arms and legs 
were shrivelled twigs. A revolting pot-
belly hung out over a wrinkly little cock 
which poked up at the girls, pink and 
eager.

"Mmmm," Nicola moaned. "I see someone 
works out."

He modestly flexed non-existent muscles 
on his withered arms. "I try my best."

Angela was getting impatient. "I'll take 
over now," she said briskly. "Not just 
any old bimbo can administer a sponge 
bath, you're not a trained medical 
professional." To emphasise it was her 
turn to show her stuff, Angela pushed in 
front of Nicola, thrusting out her own 
meagre boobs.

Nicola sighed. "I'll just get on with my 
dusting then."  She turned away from the 
bed, but had no intention of giving up 
just yet. As Angela began to slosh around 
a bucket of water with a sponge, Nicola 
bent over at the waist and pretended to 
dust the bureau on the opposite side of 
the room. Of course, the miniscule skirt 
rode up and over her hips, giving the old 
bugger a delightful view of Nicola's ass 
covered only by the black slip of a g-
strip wedged tight between her cheeks.

With a smile of satisfaction, Nicola 
could see in the mirror that he was 
appreciating the show with a leering grin 
that had little to do with the soapy 
handjob Angela was giving him with the 
sponge. 

 Smoke was practically billowing from 
Angela's ears. Through clenched teeth she 
said oh-so-politely, "why don't you go 
downstairs and help the butler prepare 
dinner?"

Nicola gave a saucy wiggle of her 
practically-bare behind.  There'd be 
plenty of chances to catch Moore's eye 
later on. With a wink at the old man, 
Nicola bounced out of his bedroom, making 
sure she flashed plenty of bare skin.

**********
 
Angela tried to push her dislike of 
Nicola to the back of her mind and get on 
with the task at hand. With a playful 
smile on her lips, she worked the sponge 
around Moore's cock. The zip on her 
blouse managed to work its way further 
down, leaving Angela exposed right to her 
navel. The old man's eyes rolled back in 
his head and he groaned in pleasure.

"Good boy," Angela murmured, expertly 
stroking his geriatric genitals. She was 
here first, Nicola and her over-sized 
udders did not deserve to get Passionate 
Penny.

Moore was gasping in delight, his dick 
throbbing between Angela's fingers. His 
feeble frame was shaking as he approached 
climax.

Angela's hand pumped faster, her creamy 
smooth palm slapping against his prick. 
The old man gave a squeal of satisfaction 
and let loose with a thin stream of cum. 
It squirted upwards and splashed a 
pearly-white trail across the strip of 
bare flesh where Angela's blouse was 
open.

"Ahhhh, that felt good," rasped Moore. 
"Thanks, sweet-heart I needed that." As 
Angela cleaned the mess off her chest 
Moore slapped her on the ass. "Put your 
bee-stings away and let's get ready for 
dinner!"

Angela gritted her teeth and resisted the 
urge to slap the filthy old devil. The 
sooner she could get that contract signed 
the better...

**********

Nicola followed her nose to the kitchen, 
where she found Hal cooking up a storm.

"Mmm," she hummed, "smells delicious."

He was leaning over a steaming pot of 
soup on the stovetop.  Hal turned, his 
eyes roaming over Nicola's practically 
bare body. The Aussie starlet was aware 
of just how low her top was, her nipples 
barely concealed behind the lacy barrier. 

Nicola glanced at the hapless butler out 
of the corner of her eye and smiled to 
herself. Although it was Moore and not 
Hal she wanted to "crack a fat" (as they 
say in Australia), it wouldn't hurt to 
let the poor guy have a good look anyway. 
Probably leads such a dull life, thought 
Nicola as the top of her blouse slipped 
even further down her cleavage, with 
nothing to do but look after old man 
Moore.

"Umm, it's pretty much ready," Hal 
stammered.

Nicola frowned. "Soup? That's the only 
course?"

 "It's about all the old man can eat. 
I'll just go and ring the dinner bell. 
Perhaps you'd like to serve tonight?"

Nicola gave him one of her stunning, 
heart-stopping smiles. "It would be my 
pleasure, Hal," she purred. He gave a 
nervous grin, and left the kitchen, 
glancing over his shoulder for one last 
look at Nicola's tits.

She sure hoped Moore himself would be as 
easy to win over as his servant. Although 
Nicola was pretty confident her stunning, 
busty figure had Angela's slim build 
beat, and that she could out-slut her any 
day of the week, the phoney nurse had a 
bit of a head start on her, and Moore was 
obviously quite taken with her.

Hopefully, dinner would see Nicola take 
the lead in this T&A contest...

**********

 "Dinner is served!" announced Nicola as 
she sauntered into the dining room with a 
silver-salver full of soup in her hands. 
To her annoyance, "Nurse" Angel had 
seated herself at the dining table next 
to old man Moore. She was still in her 
white nurses uniform, her shapely legs 
crossed to revealed stocking-clad thighs, 
and wearing her zipper half-mast to 
reveal her creamy white chest. The raven-
haired beauty threw Nicola a smirk.

"Excellent!" cried Moore, rubbing his 
wrinkly old hands together. Trying to 
ignore Angela, Nicola sashayed around 
beside Moore, putting an extra wiggle in 
her step just for him. With every step 
she took her boobs bounced deliciously, 
slowly working their way up and out of 
her dress.

"I'm sure you've served many men in your 
time, m'dear," Moore leered, squeezing 
Nicola's bottom.

She faked a blush. "Oooh, sir, you are 
naughty," she giggled. With Moore's hand 
still fondling her ass, Nicola put the 
soup down and started to ladle a serving 
into his bowl. Once more, her little 
costume was not designed for such 
strenuous activity as bending over, and 
Nicola's nipples popped out of her 
plunging neckline and peeked out at the 
diners. She noticed the 'accidental' slip 
but made no move to correct the mishap.

"Eat it all up," Nicola said, "and you'll 
get yourself a special dessert treat." 
She winked, hinting at what his 'special 
treat' might be.

"Ahem," interjected Angela, "if you're 
quite finished, would you mind attending 
to me, servant girl?"

If Moore noticed the tension between his 
sexy staff members he didn't show any 
signs of it as, accompanied by a great 
cacophony of slurping and splashing, he 
tucked into his soup.

Nicola leaned over Angela's bowl and 
poured her some as well.

"I know what you're up to, slut," Angela 
whispered, trying to ignore Nicola's 
heaving bosom inches from her face. "That 
contract, and the part of Passionate 
Penny, is mine."

"Don't count on that," Nicola hissed 
back. Suddenly, a cruel impulse seized 
her. With a grin, Nicola let the soup 
ladle wander from over Angela's bowl. Hot 
soup splashed all over Angela's chest and 
lap, staining her crisp nurse's uniform.

The raven-haired beauty leapt to her feet 
with a squeal. "You clumsy bimbo!" she 
yelled.

"Sorry about that," Nicola replied with a 
smirk.

Angela glowered for a moment longer, but 
then a sly smile crept across her lips. 
Still maintaining her haughty demeanour 
towards Nicola, she growled, "You've 
ruined my uniform!"

Nicola suddenly realised where she was 
going with this. Before the gorgeous 
starlet could do anything about it, 
Angela turned to Moore.

"Excuse me, sir," she murmured demurely, 
"this useless serving wench has spilled 
soup all over my nurse's uniform. I know 
this is an awful breach of etiquette, but 
would you mind terribly if I took it 
off?"

Moore's wrinkly old face lit up like a 
Christmas tree. "Not at all, my dear!"

Angela stood up from the table, nudging 
Nicola aside. She plucked the zipper on 
the front of her dress, and slowly began 
to tug it down. Not that it had far to 
go.

Nicola was now very much out of the 
spotlight. Moore's beady eyes were 
staring at Angela and the strip show she 
was putting on for his benefit.

With a touch of elegance Angela slid the 
white dress down, revealing her sleek 
body in all its naked glory. Nicola had 
to admire her, Angela possessed a very 
taunt physique. Despite their bitchy 
rivalry, Nicola hungrily eyed her up: her 
lustrous skin, her small but perky boobs 
topped with thick nipples, her neatly 
groomed jet-black muff.  Although Angela 
was wearing white garter-belt and 
stockings, she had neglected to wear any 
panties to go with them! Nicola also 
ruefully noted the piece of paper tucked 
into her undergarments, almost certainly 
the contract that would see Passionate 
Penny go to Mack Pillock and the bitchy 
beauty herself!

Angela completed her stylish strip tease 
by slipped the costume down her long 
legs. Now completely naked except for the 
garter-belt, stockings, high-heels and 
the nurse's cap still perched atop her 
raven coiffure, Angela posed like a 
model, casting the drooling old man a few 
simmering glances. 

As soon as she was sure that Moore was 
good and worked up by her performance, 
Angela tossed the soiled garment at 
Nicola, who squeaked in shock as it 
wrapped around her head.

"Take this away and clean it," Angela 
snootily instructed her. "Yes, ma'am," 
Nicola meekly replied and scuttled out.

It took her a good ten minutes to find 
the mansion's laundry.  When Nicola 
finally got back to the dinning room 
things had gone from bad to worse. Angela 
was now perched on H. Anderson Moore's 
lap, cooing excitedly and spoon-feeding 
him soup. The old man's hands were free 
to roam across Angela's luscious body, 
tweaking her nipples and dipping into the 
hot warmth of her pussy. 

Moore didn't look up from his playmate. 
"You are dismissed, Knickers. I'll have 
some fun with you later."

Angela grinned and poked her tongue out 
at her. Chagrined, Nicola turned on her 
heel and stormed out.

**********

"I'll show that little bitch!" Nicola 
snarled to herself as she stormed back 
into the kitchen.

"Pardon?" asked Hal. With dinner served 
and the dishes cleaned, he was preparing 
his own meal, which he'd eat here in the 
kitchen.

Nicola was too angry to deal with the 
butler now. With a crash and a clatter 
she began rummaging through the 
cupboards, muttering dire oaths. Finally:

"A-ha!" 

Grinning to herself, the starlet took 
down a large silver-serving tray.  Hal 
stared at her in incomprehension. 

Suddenly, Nicola grabbed the top of her 
black blouse and yanked it down around 
her waist. Her tits, which had been 
threatening to make a surprise appearance 
all night, now stood out proud and 
unfettered. At the sight of Nicola's rack 
in all its glory, Hal let out a moan of 
desire.

But Nicola didn't stop there. Off too 
came the little black g-string, baring 
her pussy to Hal's bulging eyes (not to 
mention his bulging crotch). The starlet 
was pretty much naked by now, the maid's 
costume doing nothing to conceal her 
charms.

Nicola threw open the fridge door and 
snatched up a bottle of chocolate sauce, 
tossing it to the stunned Hal.

Finally, she picked up the serving tray 
in both hands and held it up under her 
boobs.  The metal was cold against her 
skin, but this was an emergency. Turning 
to Hal, she presented a delightfully 
tasty dish indeed.

"Squirt me," Nicola demanded.

Hal just stared at her in slack-jawed 
astonishment. Here he was, with a 
beautiful semi-naked woman standing 
before him, and all he could do was gawp. 
Nicola sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Look, Hal, you're a nice guy, but I'm 
kinda in a hurry. Now, I need you to 
cover my boobs with chocolate sauce as 
quickly as possible!" Nicola gazed at him 
beseechingly with her baby-blue eyes. Hal 
finally recovered enough of his senses to 
work the stopper on the bottle, and began 
to squirt sticky chocolate sauce all over 
Nicola's bare tits. The starlet carefully 
manoeuvred the serving tray, making sure 
her hooters got a good coating. 

"OK, that's enough," Nicola instructed. 
"It's show time!"

**********

Nicola waltzed into the dinning room, her 
glistening, chocolate covered tits 
beautifully displayed on a silver 
platter.

"Dessert is served," she announced. 
"Chocolate aŁ Nicola!" The faux-French 
sounded funny in her husky Australian 
accent, and couldn't help but titter.

But it was in vain. Moore didn't even 
notice her enter. Angela was still 
sitting on his lap, and now the horny old 
codger had his tongue down her throat and 
the mismatched couple were kissing 
passionately. As Nicola watched in shock, 
Angela's right hand wormed its way into 
Moore's pants and freed his pulsing 
penis.  Still ardently sucking on his 
tongue, the raven-haired beauty started 
to jerk off the old man.

Nicola took a hesitant step forward, 
wondering how on earth she could get 
Moore's attention now. Then she noticed 
something sitting on the dinning table in 
front of them: a piece of paper. Angela's 
contract, awarding Mack Pillock and not 
Mr. Spinetti the rights to film 
Passionate Penny.

**********

She'd failed. Completely and utterly 
failed.

It was over. Nicola and Mr. Spinetti had 
lost, Angela and Mack Pillock had won. 
Penury beckoned.

Nicola sat in the kitchen with Hal, too 
stunned to even go and wash the chocolate 
sauce off her chest. Hal had finished his 
own dinner, but was still hungrily eying 
up Nicola's boobs as they hung out over 
the front of her maid's costume.

"I can't believe it," she murmured to 
herself. "That flat-chested bitch 
actually beat me!"

Hal licked his lips. "If you like I 
could... give you a hand, to clean up." 

"Go ahead," she sighed, lying back to 
give him unhindered access to her chesty 
charms. Hal didn't need any more 
encouragement. He knelt between Nicola's 
legs, his face jammed between her boobs, 
licking away furiously. 

Nicola looked down at the balding head 
bobbing between her breasts, enjoying the 
pleasant sensation of his tongue 
slithering across her sensitive aureoles.  
Hal's lips closed around Nicola's 
engorged right nipple and he switched 
from licking to sucking, slurping away 
contently.

"Mmmmm," Nicola moaned. She always loved 
having her boobs suckled on.

Hal's mouth released Nicola's captive 
nipple and he came up for air. "Excuse 
me, I hope you don't mind me asking, but 
what was that you were talking about?"

Nicola shrugged her shoulders, causing 
her boobs to bob up and down charmingly. 
"I might as well come clean. I'm not a 
maid I'm an actress. My producer sent me 
here undercover to try and convince H. 
Anderson Moore to sign over the movie 
rights to Passionate Penny."

Hal frowned. Nicola continued:

"That 'nurse' who's supposed to be 
looking after Moore- she's an actress 
too, after his signature for a rival 
production company. But she just beat me 
to the prize."

"Um," said Hal, "I'm H. Anderson Moore."

Nicola nearly jumped in surprise. Then 
she looked at him and laughed. "Pull the 
other one mate, you're too young! H. 
Anderson Moore's an old man."

"I'm H. Anderson Moore Junior. My father 
passed away several years ago. I'm not 
surprised you haven't heard about it, he 
was pretty reclusive up to the end."

A quizzical frown crossed Nicola's pretty 
face. "But... you do all the cooking and 
cleaning. I thought you were the butler 
or something."

"I've never really needed any help, so I 
do everything myself. We haven't had any 
servants here in ages, until that nurse 
and then you showed up out of the blue."

Nicola had played the bimbo plenty of 
times, but she certainly wasn't one for 
real. Yet at the moment she was feeling 
as ditzy as her blonde friend Dizzy at a 
topless pool party.

"Wait a minute... if you're H. Anderson 
Moore, who's the old man banging Angela 
up in the dinning room?"

"That's Old Scrote, my father's former 
gardener. It was a provision of his will 
that Scrote stay in the mansion for as 
long as he wants."

The wide-eyed starlet took a few moments 
to digest all of this. Both her and 
Angela had been chasing the wrong guy! 
The man she should've been buttering up 
was here with her right now, eyeing up 
her bare boobs with a hungry look.

A sly smile crept across her pretty face. 
She reached over to Hal and tugged down 
his zipper. The poor guy had been 
sporting an uncomfortable hard-on all 
night, it was the least she could do to 
help him out. She wrapped her well-
manicured hand around his dick.

"Mmmm, Mr. Moore. I think we're both 
going to enjoy this," breathed Nicola. 
She handled his cock expertly, eliciting 
a series of gasps and moans from the 
excited heir. Nicola gently pushed Hal 
back in his chair, so that they could 
switch positions, with him seated and 
Nicola kneeling between his legs.

Grinning up at him, Nicola jerked Hal 
off, her lacy cuffs tickling his thighs. 
"God," he murmured, his brown eyes 
shining, "this is like something out of 
my father's books!" She could feel his 
prick throbbing, growing larger by the 
second. His juices ran freely over her 
delicate hand, generously lubricating her 
manipulations.

With a mischievous grin, Nicola bent 
forward and licked the shiny helmet of 
Hal's dick. He gasped again, bucking his 
hips (almost thrusting his cock up 
Nicola's nose in the process).  Again, 
the tip of Nicola's tongue flicked out 
and slithered across the most sensitive 
part of Hal's anatomy, tasting the salty 
goodness of his arousal.

"Please, please," he groaned. "I've never 
had a blowjob before, please suck my 
cock, Nicola."

"Okay," she replied perkily. Without 
further ado, Nicola's head bobbed down 
into Hal's lap and she engulfed his 
manhood with a single gulp. He was 
already slick with the precum that had 
been running down his shaft, and soon got 
an extra helping of lubrication courtesy 
of Nicola's drooling mouth.

The starlet suckled hungrily on Hal's 
cock, her lips sliding up and down at a 
rapid pace, taking the entire length of 
his unpretentious penis down her eager 
throat. It was pretty obvious from his 
squirming that this was indeed his first 
trip aboard the slurpy express, and 
Nicola felt a twinge of immodest guilt 
that whoever took Hal for a second ride 
would likely disappoint. 

Nicola was carried away by the sheer 
pleasure of giving good head. She used 
her fingers to caress his thighs and 
tickle his balls. Hal enjoyed the 
sensation, his prick bucking like a 
bronco between Nicola's lips. It wasn't 
that long ago that Nicola had been a 
staid and rather dull if beautiful model 
back in her native Melbourne, Australia, 
who would never give head to a man she 
only just met this afternoon, let alone 
prance around his house with her tits 
hanging out the front of her blouse. But 
since arriving in Hollywood to pursue her 
acting career, Nicola had had many 
exciting and new experiences in her quest 
to make it as a starlet.

"Oh, God, I'm coming!" Hal yelled, 
bringing Nicola back to the here and now. 
He dug his hands into the arms of the 
chair and thrust his crotch forward into 
her face. A moment later his prophecy 
came true and Hal squirted a veritable 
torrent of sperm down Nicola's throat. 
Pro that she was, the starlet greedily 
swallowed it all down.

Hal lay in the kitchen chair gasping. 
Nicola slid her mouth from his cock, 
waving away the strands of saliva that 
clung between them like so many 
shimmering bridges, and licked away the 
last traces of their lust.

"Now," said the starlet, wiping her face 
on a napkin, "about that contract..." She 
fished into her apron and produced the 
document in question.

"Honey, after a blowjob like that, 
anything you want, you got!" Hal eagerly 
scribbled his name on the dotted line. He 
handed it back, grinning wolfishly. 
"Perhaps production will give us the 
opportunity to spend more intimate time 
together?"

Nicola batted her eyelashes coquettishly. 
"Maybe..."

Hal did up his pants as Nicola tugged her 
strapless blouse up to cover her tits. 
She recovered her panties but instead of 
putting them back on she stuffed them 
into her apron. Nicola's maid costume was 
very dishevelled by now but still looked 
utterly charming.

"We better go and rescue your friend," 
said Hal. Nicola burst into a broad grin- 
she'd forgotten all about Angela.

**********

Nicola entered the dinning room and was 
confronted with the most astonishing 
sight. The naked Angela was sprawled on 
her chest over the table with her ass in 
the air. Old Scrote stood behind her, his 
pants down around his spindly ankles and 
his wrinkled old scrotum bouncing back 
and forth. The old bugger held Angela 
firmly by the waist and was fucking her 
with gusto. As Nicola watched in 
amusement, his cock, slippery with 
Angela's juices, pistoned in and out of 
the starlet's cunt with surprising 
energy.

Her raven-haired rival was lying with her 
chin cradled in her hands and an utterly 
bored expression on her sharp but pretty 
face. Upon seeing Nicola she brightened 
instantly, waving the contract in her 
direction and trying to ignore the 
somewhat revolting old man screwing her.

"Read it and weep, bimbo! Looks like 
Passionate Penny is going to be an 
American and not some Aussie slut."

Nicola folded her arms across her 
impressive chest and smirked, savouring 
her moment of victory. "I suggest you 
take a closer look at that signature."

Angela, lurching slightly thanks to the 
action going on at her rump, frowned and 
made a close scrutiny of the slip of 
paper.

Her eyes bulged.

"WHAT???!!!"

With a screech Angela tossed the useless 
contract aside. She flailed her arms 
pointlessly, trying to break free of the 
lock Old Scrote had on her cunt. "Let me 
go, you disgusting old creep!"

"No way, girlee. We had a deal, and you 
owes me a fucken'," he cackled in reply.

"Ugggghhhh!" Angela shouted back at him 
as Old Scrote continued to bang away at 
her.

Nicola and Hal exchanged glances then 
burst out laughing.

"Hey, Angela!" Nicola giggled, "I always 
knew you'd get it in the end!"

END