Title: Sex Kitten Author: Knickers Universe: Nicola Adventures Keywords: Ffff, exhib Summary:When the teen girl band "Sex Kitten" comes to LA to shoot a music video, Nicola is assigned to look after the tasty trio. 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 © 2001,2002 the author. Permission is granted to freely distribute, provided it is not altered in any way. There is no Nicola. All characters are fictitious. The situations are made-up. This is only a fantasy, so any similarity to real persons and events is pure coincidence. Author's note: The "Nicola Adventures" are a series of erotic stories about an Australian model-turned-actress who travels to Hollywood to find stardom. They are to date: (in reading order) 1. Nicola's Hot Screen Test 2. Bikini Audition 3. Hollywood Party Hostesses 4. Nicola Gets A Woody 5. Bikini Christmas Carol 6. Sex Kitten <- Please don't email me asking for the other stories, you can find them in a Usenet archive such as deja.com or possibly ASSM's own archive. Feel free to drop me a line, but please keep it relevant to this story, positive or negative. I'm sarah7932_nofuckenspam@yahoo.co.uk Sex Kitten (Ffff exhib) In spite of herself, Nicola was blushing furiously. People were pointing and giggling at her. It was hardly surprising, though, as the tall, beautiful Australian model was standing in the middle of LAX airport holding up a sign that read "Sex Kitten". This was not how Nicola had thought this morning would turn out. Just half an hour ago, Nicola was relaxing in the backseat of the stretch limo, looking forward to her latest assignment. A hot new girl band from England was being flown out to LA to shoot their latest video, and it was Nicola's job to keep them entertained while they were in town. Given that the three girls- Kerry, Lil and Tash- were all just 17, Nicola was looking forward to playing big sister. A smile danced across her pretty face as she imagined taking them to Disneyland. And the name of the band- "Kitten"- it was just so cute! Nicola knew she was going to enjoy the next two days. The limo had pulled up at international arrivals at LAX. The driver, Earl, opened the door for Nicola. As she stepped out, he handed her a placard. "Miss Baron, you'll need this." Nicola was a little surprised by what was printed on it: Sex Kitten "I thought they were called 'Kitten'," she said. Earl shook his head. "Nope, it's '*Sex* Kitten'. I should know, my daughter is a fan." The beautiful starlet took the sign and, with a clack- clack-clack of her heels, entered the terminal. She quickly located the gate where the girls's BA flight from London was scheduled to arrive. There was already quite a crowd waiting for friends and love ones to disembark. A number of people were holding up placards bearing family and company names. Nicola took a deep breath, and held up her sign too. Immediately, people turned to look at the gorgeous brunette holding up the sign that read 'Sex Kitten.' From the lustful gazes, many of them agreed with the description. Nicola blushed alittle. True, in her brief career so far she'd already been fucked six ways from Sunday by half of Hollywood, but it was still a little embarassing to stand in the middle of LAX with a bunch of nobodies, holding up a sign that read 'Sex Kitten'. Thankfully, Nicola didn't have long to wait. Three teenage girls emerged from customs. At first glance they looked like near-identical triplets. Each had long, chestnut colored hair and sparkling blue eyes. They each wore near identical clothes- hip-hugging shorts, and white halter tops that exposed smooth, bare midriffs and delicious amounts of cleavage. The three girls caught sight of Nicola and squealed with glee. "Knickers!" Grinning, they rushed toward her. Before Nicola could say anything, all three embracing her at once, drowning her in a sea of tempting teenage flesh. The three eager young girls hugged Nicola close, giggling and (Nicola was pretty sure) freely groping her body. Nicola was a little stunned. Was this the three teenage girls she was expecting? Was this Kerry kissing her passionately on the lips? Was this Lil brazenly groping her ass? Was this Tash rubbing her tits against her body? "Erm," Nicola asked at last, "Are you 'Sex Kitten'?" "You're not so bad yourself, for an old lady," smirked Kerry. Nicola quickly realised it could only be them. "Who are you calling old? I'm only three years older than you," she retorted. The girls laughed and introduced themselves. Nicola couldn't help but leer at their tasty young bodies. All three girls were dressed to expose as much of themselves as decency allowed. Her agent had already given them info on her, which explained how they knew her nickname. Nicola wondered if he'd also mentioned her distinctly bisexual leanings? Steady, Knickers! she told herself. She was supposed to chaperone these young girls, not lead them astray. Earl collected their baggage and they went out to the limo. In the backseat Nicola found herself once again with the three eager young bodies pressed close against her. Ignoring the temptation, Nicola tried to make conversation. "So, um, tell me about the sort of audience your music is aimed at?" "Well," replied Tash, "we have three main target audiences. Number 1 is teenage boys who want to fuck us. Number 2 is teenage girls who want to look like us so teenage boys will want to fuck them. And number 3 is teenage girls who want to fuck us." "Oh?" asked Nicola, trying to sound innocent, "you have a big lesbian following?" Tash nodded solemnly. "Yup, we're very big with the dykes." Nicola thrilled to those lovely English accents. Men in America had often told her how much her Australian accent turned them on. Now she really knew what they meant! Time to change the subject again. "So, where would you girls like to visit first? Disneyland? Universal Studios?" The three teens shared a naughty smirk, and then squealed in unison, "Strip club!" "Strip club?" Nicola asked, surprised. "We want to visit a real LA titty bar," replied Lil. "Let's go right now," urged Kerry, her eyes shining with excitement. "I hear all the best clubs are by the airport." Nicola sighed. Her dream of playing big sister and taking them to Disneyland evaporated, and was quickly replaced with a vision of herself as sexually-frustrated pimp taking the girls to LA's seediest night spots. Oh well. It was her job to see the girls enjoyed themselves, and Nicola was determined that if they were going to a strip bar, she should make sure they were safe. "Earl, can you suggest a good club?" "'Headlights', Miss Baron, is always an excellent choice," he replied. "OK," said Nicola, "'Headlights' it is." ********** Nicola at least consoled herself that it wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. She stood, along with Kerry, Lil and Tash, out the front of the garishly lit 'Headlights' club. Nicola had never been inside a strip club before. Sure, she'd given some spirited performances herself, but they'd always been in hotel suites. Steeling herself, Nicola approached the huge muscle-bound bouncer and said "Hi! Er, can we come in?" He glanced at the four and shook his head (a feat that amazed Nicola, as he apparently had no neck). "No way are any of you over 21." "Oh come on," cried Tash, "that only applies to boys!" The bouncer didn't respond, but crossed his arms, causing his muscles to bulge alarmingly. "Tell you what," chimed in Kerry, "how's about you let us in if we show you our tits?" The bouncer's stoic face burst into a grin. "Sure." Nicola watched with more than a little shock as her three teen charges each lifted their halter tops to show their boobs to the man. Tash even wriggled a little, causing her tits to jiggle. The bouncer let out a whistle of appreciation. The topless teens looked at him hopefully. "Now can we come in?" Kerry asked. The bouncer reluctantly turned from the show to look at Nicola. "As soon as you all, um, 'pay the entrance fee'." "What?" Nicola was surprised. Surely he didn't expect her to flash him as well? Lil rolled her eyes. "Come on, Knickers, show the man your tits and we can get in." Before she could reply, Kerry grasped the front of Nicola's t-shirt and pulled. The material ripped all the way down and her bra-less breasts bounced into view. Nicola stood, surprised, as her boobs hung out of the gaping front of her t- shirt for everyone to see. The bouncer stepped aside. "Have a nice evening, ladies." Kerry, Tash and Lil squealed with delight and dashed inside. Nicola, fumbling with her shirt, followed. She managed to repair it as best she could by tying up the rip. However, her decent t-shirt was now transformed into a very daring halter-top. The knot strained to hold her tits in place, and a large swell of Nicola's tanned tits were now on view. Sighing, she followed the girls into the club. Inside, it was relatively dark and noisy. Thankfully, the focus of everyone's attention was the three dancers working the stage. Nicola now planned to steer Sex Kitten into a private booth where they'd remain unseen. Although the girls were vitually unknown in the US, Nicola didn't think it would be a good idea if the British tabloids got wind of the girls's night out in LA. "Oi, Knickers!" she heard Tash yell. Nicola turned and saw her hopes for anonymity dashed. The girls were seated right next to the stage runway, and were already lining up dollar bills in front of them. Nicola walked toward them, trying to keep her breasts from popping free. "Get us some beers, would you?" Tash ordered. Nicola frowned. "You're underage!" Lil rolled her eyes. "We're already in a stripclub underage. Now set us up for the night. A couple of jugs should do." Nicola opened her mouth to tell the girls off, but thought better of it. She was, after all, supposed to make sure they have a good time. Does it really matter if it's at Disneyland or a seedy stripclub? Nicola approached the bar. A busty topless barmaid was serving drinks. "Hello, I've never seen you working here before, are you new?" "I'm a patron, not a waitress!" Nicola replied, indignantly adjusting her tits. Looking around, she realised her attire was not too dissimilar to that of the girls serving drinks to the customers. "I'll have a couple of jugs." The barmaid looked at her coolly. "Now listen, I get enough of those cracks from the men..." "Jugs of beer," Nicola added, "with three glasses. And a ginger ale." She thought it best if at least one of them remained sober. The barmaid poured the drinks, and took her money with a scowl. Nicola returned to the girls, to find them hooting and hollering as a blonde stripper enthusiastically danced on stage before them. They were probably making more noise than the rest of the men put together. They were cajoling their stripper to remove her g-string, and she was tempting her teen audiences with flashes of the blonde snatch beneath. Kerry beckoned the dancer forward, and she obliginly placed a leg up on the brass bar that surrounded the stage. Kerry then proceeded to stuff dollar bills into the stripper's garter. Nicola appraised her performance with a professional eye. So this is how girls who strip for a living do it? Nicola liked to think her own, amateur approach had more feeling to it. Lil noticed Nicola's intense gaze on the stripper and gave her a wink. "Enjoying the show?" Nicola blushed. "She's alright." Again, she wondered if they'd been told about Nicola's sexual leanings. It wasn't exactly a secret. Everyone knew she and her now-married friend Jennifer had been been jumping in and out of bed, and then there was that unfortunate time at the Woodys where Nicola had been caught in flagrante delicto with Kristi Ducati (*see "Nicola Gets A Woody"). Lil leaned forward and stroked Nicola's bare arm. "It's OK to enjoy yourself, we're all girls here." Nicola stared into those shining blue eyes. Gosh, she looked so young, but so sexually alluring. The club's yellow and red lights dancing across the pretty teenager's face. "Hi, girls!" came a perky voice that started Nicola. She looked up to see a smiling brunette wearing none-too- concealing lingerie. "I'm Lacey. Any of you care for a lap dance?" Kerry gave a naughty smirk. "Knickers here is always up for it." Nicola gave a nervous smile. She cast an eye over the dancer. Tall, statuesque, her rosy pink nipples peeking through the white bra she wore. Before she could reply, Kerry had already stuffed a twenty in Lacey's garter. She gave Nicola a smouldering glance and began to undulate to the beat of the music that pounded through the clubs. Nicola accepted the dance with good grace. If this is really what her three little charges wanted, then so be it. They began to hoot and holler with delight as Lacey danced for Nicola. "I've got to tell you, I don't normally get women customers in here," Lacey said in a husky voice. "It's kinda turning me on." She slipped between Nicola's open thighs and began to grind her ass into her crotch. Nicola gasped at the electricity between them. It wasn't just the Sex Kitten girls who were enjoying the show. Many of the male patrons were switching their attention from the stage to the horny twosome steaming things up on the floor. Lacey slipped off her bra and draped it over Nicola's shoulder, exposing a full pair of perky boobs. She pressed forward between Nicola's quivering legs, pushing her tits into Nicola's face. Nicola, uncharacteristically, was blushing furiously. Although a real attention junky, this was beginning to get a little out of her league. Lacey cupped her boobs, offering the delicious treat to her. "Do you like them?" she teased. Nicola was starting to feel not just embarrassed but more than a little horny. Lacey's lithe body, slick with sweat, continued to wriggle against Nicola's own, bare breasts sliding against exposed flesh. Nicola caught Lil staring at them with naked lust. She gasped again. "Yknow, we should be heading on to the hotel soon, get you girls checked in." Suddenly, a spotlight fell upon them. The DJ's voice rung out, "Let's hear it for Lacey, and her very lucky customer!" A burst of applause rippled through the club, led by some very loud whistles from Sex Kitten. Nicola blushed even more, although mercifully, Lacey now switched her attention to the larger audience. She grinned at the men, groping her own boobs for their delight. Lacey turned back to Nicola and grabbed her hand. "Come on, let's have some fun." Nicola shook her head. The girls urged her on. "Come on," Lacey said again. "My male customers would kill to do this with me." Nicola turned to the girls. "One dance and then we leave." Eager to see Nicola peform, they agreed. Nicola let Lacey pull her up onto the stage. The audience were going wild. "A big hand for our enthusiastic new dancer!" Lacey held Nicola by the hands as they danced together. Despite her initial trepidation, Nicola's exhibitionist streak began to take over, and she quickly began to thrill to the lustful throng staring at her near naked body. This isn't so hard, Nicola thought. Not too different to the strip performances she'd put on for studio execs. Except of course, here the rewards were... different. She looked down at the beaming faces of Tash, Kerry and Lil, ogling her in unashamed delight. Nicola closed her eyes, grooving to the beat. She felt Lacey's hands glide across her chest, working away at the makeshift knot that held her torn shirt together. Nicola made no move to stop her, as her delicious tits were once again bared. Nicola, smiling with pleasure, continued to dance topless, her hefty 38s swaying and bobbing with every movement. The two dancers moved closer together, their breasts almost touching. "Do you like them?" whispered Nicola to her co-star, teasing Lacey with the same question she had asked Nicola earlier. Lacey giggled. "Yum," she replied, and tweaked Nicola's erect nipples between her fingers. The music gradually faded away, and the audience roared their delight at the impromptu performance. Nicola blushed a little, and stepped off the stage. "Come on, now, you agreed. We need to check you into the hotel." The girls grumbled, but gave in. Nicola led them out into the carpark, still trying to get the tattered piece of cloth that had been her shirt to provide some decent cover for her tanned tits. Without success. The girls continued to stare at Nicola's chest. "Gosh, Knickers, you've got nice tits for an old lady," smirked Tash. "I am not old," Nicola replied. "I'm only 20." "No sag or nothing. Amazing," Kerry added. The girls giggled and nudged each other. Nicola sighed, and humored them. Earl was treated to the sight of Nicola's bare tits swinging free as she stuck her head into the driver's side window. "On to the hotel, please Earl." ********** The concierge had eyed up Nicola's questionable attire, but in the end they had got the Sex Kitten girls checked into their penthouse suite. Giggling with delight, the trio had run upstairs, leaving Nicola and Earl to struggle with the bags. "You head off," Nicola told him. "I'll catch a taxi home." With the bags on the trolley, Nicola followed her three little charges up the room. Nicola entered the sumptuous suite. Sex Kitten's record label had spared no expense to put the girls up for their stay in LA. As Nicola looked around, she couldn't see Tash, Kerry or Lil anywhere. "Girls?" she called. No reply. Nicola could faintly hear someone talking in another room. A woman's voice. Australian... Surprised, Nicola realised it was her own voice! It was coming from the bathroom. "Wow, Melissa, wearing bikinis for uniforms was a really great idea. I bet we'll get lots of customers now." Nicola entered the bathroom. It was dominated by a large hot-tub, in which the three naked Sex Kittens now luxuriated. Clutching glasses of champagne, they turned to greet Nicola with cheeky grins. In front of the tub was a huge widescreen TV, showing the naked Nicola changing into a bright-blue bikini. It was, of course, 'Bikini Stewardesses 2'. "We found one of your movies playing on TNA," explained Kerry. Nicola suddenly found it hard to concentrate. The three teenage temptresses were naked, right before her very eyes, wearing nothing more than smiles. Three delicious pairs of boobs, turning pink in the hot water, were laid out before Nicola's leering gaze. She licked her lips. Onscreen, Nicola had finished getting dressed. Her outfit was a travesty of an airline stewardess's- apart from the blue bikini was a little blue hat, and white cuffs on otherwise bare arms. A pair of gold wings was clipped to a bikini strap, which strained under the weight of Nicola's tits. It was obvious here was a stewardess who gave more than a smile with her service. Nicola, or rather "Kelly", turned to the other actresses who were similarly dressed. "OK, girls, let's get out there and show those guys the best time ever!" "You look really hot in that stewardess outfit," Lil commented. She seemed unable to tear her gaze away from Nicola's onscreen tits. The offscreen Nicola was having the same problem with Lil's chest. "Uh-uh," she replied, only half-hearing her. "Yknow girls," said Kerry with a smirk, "I reckon Knickers here is just dying to strip off and jump in with us." The other two looked up at Nicola with broad grins. "Yeah, come on in, the water's lovely." Nicola was torn. She did so want to slip into that warm, bubbly water with the three lovely, naked nymphettes. But they were so young! And it was Nicola's job to look after them in LA. Mind you, part of that involved Nicola making sure Sex Kitten had a good time while they were here, and they'd all have a good time if they watched the end of the movie together. Nicola found herself thinking it would probably be OK if she joined them for a while. No hanky-panky, just Nicola and the teens relaxing together in the hot-tub. Nothing wrong with that, is there? Nicola's resolve crumbled. Ordinarily, Nicola would wear a bathing suit, but as none was available, she might as well go au naturale. Slowly, she unbuttoned her jeans. The girls cheered her on. Nicola told herself just because she's nude, and the girls are nude too, and they're all nude together in the hot-tub doesn't mean they're getting up to naughtiness. Nicola began to remove the tattered shirt. The girls whistled, encouraging Nicola to show off her fabulous tits. She tossed the rag aside, leaving her gorgeous body naked except for a white g-string. Nicola paused, unsure whether to continue. Looking into the shinning eyes of those three horny girls, Nicola quickly decided to slip it off too and toss it in the pile. The action on-screen was beginning to match that in the hotel room. Bikini Airways had installed a hot-tub into its plane, and one of the male passengers was luxuriating in the water. The busty Australian beauty leant forward, thrusting her cleavage toward him. "Good afternoon, Mr. Rockwell, is there anything I can do for you?" The now naked Nicola slipped into the tub. The warm water felt so good against her bare skin. Immeadiately the three girls swarmed around her, pressing their wet, naked bodies against Nicola. Teenage hands brushed against her nipples, causing them stiffen with excitement. Another naughty set of fingers slipped into her pussy, teasing her swollen clitoris. The four girls cuddled together, making themselves very comfortable to watch the rest of the movie. On-screen, things were getting pretty hot too. "Oh Mr. Rockwell!" Nicola gasped. The passenger had loosened Nicola's bikini top, freeing her tits. The stewardess was clearly enjoying the attention now being lavished on her bare breasts. Nicola continued to watch herself being groped on-screen, as the girls groped her in person. Lil's pretty face appeared before hers, blocking the view. The teenage pop princess gave a mischievous smile, and then kissed Nicola passionately on the lips. Nicola closed her eyes, surrendering herself to desire. Lil's tongue slid inside Nicola's willing mouth, and the starlet eagerly began to suck on it. Other hot little mouths began to work at Nicola's aching nipples. Fingers slipped boldly inside Nicola's pussy, delving deep into her hot, pink flesh. Nicola groaned with desire, wriggling to hips to fuck the hand penetrating her. In her sex-fevered mind, she was no longer fucking three different girls, but one single wall of naked teen flesh that simultaneously sucked on her tongue, tugged on her nipples, and probed deep between her legs. She wasn't just fucking Tash, Lil and Kerry, she was fucking Sex Kitten. Nicola's stomach muscles rippled with the orgasm building deep within her luscious body. She was going to cum like she had never come before. Forgotten, 'Bikini Stewardesses 2' continued to play. "Ooooh, Mr. Rockwell! Thank *you* for flying Bikini Airways!" ********** Nicola awoke to find herself alone in the hotel room. In a moment she remembered what had happened last night, her pathetic attempt to resist sexual desire for the girls, that had ended with the four-way all-girl orgy in the hot-tub, while Nicola's TNA movie had played on the big screen TV. Nicola groaned. It was going to be a long day. First, she showered. Emerging wet and naked from the bathroom, she began to look for her clothes. She remembered her t-shirt was beyond repair, but she still couldn't find her jeans or knickers. After giving up the search, and deciding she couldn't leave the hotelroom wearing just the towel, she decided to borrow some of Sex Kitten's clothes. The girls' entire wardrobe consisted of halter tops, boob-tubes, and skimpy outfits. It seemed they didn't own anything not designed to showcase their nubile teen bodies. Unfortunately, the girls were quite petite compared to Nicola. None of the jeans fitted, so Nicola had to settle for a very-short hot- pink miniskirt that left her tanned thighs bare. Feeling it was a little unhygienic to borrow any underwear, Nicola decided to risk wearing nothing underneath, hoping to keep the beaver flashes down to a minimum. Her ass and pussy now covered, the topless Nicola now searched for something to cover her delicious tits. The girls were way too small, there was no shirt, halter-top or boob- tube Nicola could cram her 38s into. She did, however, find a long silk scarf that gave her an idea. Nicola hung the scarf around the back of her neck, draping the two ends over her shoulders and down her chest. She arranged the scarf to cover her boobs as much as possible, and then tucked the loose ends into the skirt, tying a belt arund her waist to keep them in place. Nicola stood before the mirror, appraising her ad hoc outfit. It certainly looked daring. The scarf formed two strips of material that (just) covered her tits, but left not just her back and arms bare, but also the sides of her body, and her chest from her throat to her navel. As long as Nicola stood with her back straight, the scarf remained taut, covering her breasts. If she relaxed and slumped forward, the material hung loose, and her tits slipped from the outfit and bounced into view. Nicola turned to admire herself in the mirror, thrilling to the sight of all the bare skin her scarf-blouse displayed. In fact, Nicola realised, far more of her was exposed than covered! But at least she wouldn't be arrested. Now she was ready to face to world. Nicola was smiling broadly as she entered the hotel's restaurant. Kerry, Tash and Lil were eating breakfast and poring over the morning papers. Nicola approached them, eager to show off her new outfit. "Very spunky," said Tash. "Alot better than what you had on yesterday," added Lil. "We'll make a Sex Kitten of you yet, Knickers." Nicola blushed at the compliment. Having the three young girls leering at her really turned her on. There was no guilt over last night. So Nicola had jumped into bed with three teenage girls on their first night in a strange, new city, so what? She had shown them love and affection. Better that it was Nicola running her tongue over their nubile little bodies, and not some Hollywood sleaze-bag. Still, Nicola thought it best if they cooled if for a while. Slip back into 'big sister' mode. "What are you reading there?" Nicola asked. "Check this out, you'll love it," said Kerry, thrusting the paper toward her. "'News of the World' direct from England." Nicola gasped. Right there on page two, it was her! Naked on stage with Lacey at the club yesterday, her three wards staring up at them. The headline read, "Sex Kittens live it up in LA". "'The tasty trio had no sooner arrived at LAX when they headed off to a local strip club. Not only did their minder, Australian starlet Nicola Baron, let them go inside, she climbed on stage and entertained the girls with a striptease of her own.'" Nicola blushed. Someone had taken pictures of them yesterday! And now her bare breasts were splashed across the British tabloids! Oh, well, Nicola sighed, at least if the movie biz falls through and she has to become a Page 3 girl, she's already got a leg up. Or rather, a boob up. "Definitely one for the scrap book," said Tash with a grin. "Come on," said Nicola. "Your call time is for seven o'clock." ********** With their chart-topping success back in England, Sex Kitten had been sent to LA to reshoot an even sexier version of their video for the hit 'Kittens 4ever'. Nicola had seen the original version, it had featured the girls in their halter-tops and hip-huggers as the camera slowly lingered over their luscious teen bodies. She wondered just what the American version would do to out-sex that? The limo whisked them out to the location for the shoot. The first part of the video was to be shot on a football field. Upon arrival, the girls were bundled into the make-up and wardrobe trailer, leaving Nicola free to hang around the set. This was, she reflected, a pretty easy job. Look after three teenage nymphos, try not to fuck them. Well, try not to fuck them *again*. Otherwise, Nicola was free to do as she pleased. She introduced herself to the crew, and was a little disappointed that they didn't recognise her. However, wearing her sexy outfit, she made plenty of new friends. Nicola was careful to keep herself covered up, but accidents still happened, and every now and then Nicola would forget, slump down in a folding chair, and inadvertently expose her boobs to the crew. She quickly become a popular girl. "May I have your attention please," came a voice through a megaphone. Nicola turned to see the 2nd AD standing on the steps of the trailer. "About to make their US debut, we proudly present England's hottest girl band, Sex Kitten!" He pulled open the door to the trailer, and the three girls emerged into view to the sound of applause from the crew. Nicola was certainly impressed by their entrance. The girls were dressed in their costumes for the video- 3 very revealing cheerleader outfits. The top consisted of a tiny bikini bra, two small red triangles of material that barely covered their boobs, tied around their luscious bodies with thin straps. The bottom half was a very bried red flared skirt. Tash did a twirl, causing her skirt to fly up, revealing matching red bikini mini-briefs underneath. The outfit was finished off with white sneakers, and, to make them look even younger, each Sex Kitten had her hair bound in a pony tail. The final effect was to show off as much skin as possible in a music video. Nicola's eyes hungrily skimmed across their bare stomachs, cute little bellybuttons, and lean, smooth legs. All thoughts about playing big sister flew out of her head- she wanted to fuck them again! Kerry, Tash and Lil bounced down onto the football field, grinning at the attention from the crew. They were arranged on the ten-yard line, and the crew set up to shoot their routines. Nicola pulled her chair in close to get a good look at the girls in action. "OK girls, shake those pom-poms!" the director called. The teenage temptresses launched into a well-choreograped cheer routine. They lip-synced to their song on playback, but it was their other talents Nicola was more interested in. High kicks flashed their crotches to the camera, and the jumping about set their boobs jiggling within the modest confines of their bras. Nicola watched, amused to realise that this was pretty much how she appeared when she was 'performing'. She was certainly enjoying the show they put on. Was it her imagination, of were they casting mischievous looks in Nicola's direction as they beaver-flashed her? After an hour, the director decided they'd got enough coverage and it was time to move on to the second location. The girls, still in costume, would be taken by Nicola in the limo, and the crew would follow as soon as the gear was packed up. They were still gathering equipment as Nicola and her three giggling charges made themselves comfortable in the back of the limo. Nicola licked her lips as she looked them over. "Mmm, you look hot in those outfits." "Thanks, Knickers," replied Tash. "That's quite a compliment coming from such a nice piece of ass like yourself." They dissolved into laughter. Nicola still continued to oogle them. This evidently wasn't lost on Kerry. In the confines of the limo, she jumped over to straddle Nicola, pushing her tits into her face. "You've been eyeing these puppies up all morning," she teased. "Go on, help yourself." Nicola didn't even stop to think. She popped the clasp on Kerry's bra, revealing those cute little pink titties that she had been first introduced to last night. Nicola selected a nipples, and clamped her lips around it, happily sucking on the teenage tit like a newborn babe. "Woah," gasped Kerry, "take it easy old girl. You practically swallowed my whole boob." Nicola mumbled an apology, though it was obvious from Kerry's continued gasps of delight, none was necessary. Tash and Lil moved to either side of Nicola, her unusual top allowing them easy access to her boobs. Soon, Nicola was enjoying the sensation of her own breasts massaged and nipples tweaked as she slurped contently on someone else's. All to soon, the limo stopped, and Earl announced they had arrived. The girls rearranged their clothes, before getting out of the car. They were at one of the larger sound stages at Universal. The producion had rented an unused set from a recently-wrapped big-budget sci-fi feature, a series of gleaming white corridors and rooms that was supposed to be the interior of an alien space ship. However, for Sex Kitten's video, it was going to be transformed into something else: a girls locker- room and sauna! All that was needed was a few smoke machines to produce steam. The idea was that, after coming off the field from cheerleading, the girls would jump into the shower together, and then relax in the steam room. As the crew began to setup the location, Nicola and the girls went over to meet the extras for these scenes. They were a dozen beautiful models, all them dressed in nothing more than a towel. Nicola cast her professional eye over the bevy of starlets, taking in their exposed thighs and cleavage, and judging them to be a good-looking team of what Tash, Kerry and Lil might call 'crumpet'. However, Nicola was rather scornful to discover that none of the extras were contracted to do nude scenes, and no-one had any intention of showing any skin whatsoever. Shooting soon began. Again, Nicola had nothing more to do then watch the action. Things got pretty steamy very quickly, and it had nothing to do with the artifical steam filling the 'locker-room'. The first shot required the girls to jog down a corridor, smiling into the camera as they stripped off their cheerleader outfits and tossed them aside. Of course, they would only be shot from the neck up, but Nicola and the crew had a surprise in store. The director called for a take, and with the camera rolling, the girls launched into their action with enthusiasm. As the three shrugged off their bikini tops, a gasp of surprise rung out. The girls had decided to actually strip for the camera. Still lip-syncing perfectly, the three smiling beauties stripped completely nude in front of everyone. They did the action just as rehearsed, though with their now bare boobs bouncing deliciously with every step. The take complete, the director called cut. Tash, Kerry and Lil stood around, still nude, as the director, 1st AD and camera op conferred. As far as Nicola could tell, the camera op was pretty sure they got a nipple or two popping up in the bottom of frame. However, the 1st AD felt they were pushed for time and should print the take anyway. The next shot was a reverse, so they'd be able to edit around any naughty bits in post. The camera reset to shoot the same action but from behind. The girls grumbled alittle at having to get dressed again, but were soon back in their birthday suits, and the camera rolled as they skipped nude down the corridor. Nicola was intrigued by the crew's reaction to the impromptu strip show. She was used to professional B crews, who spent their working days with naked starlets like Nicola. This crew was clearly more used to their cast wearing clothes, and Nicola caught many of them leering at the naked Sex Kitten girls. She didn't blame them! With the first couple of shots completed, the girls continued to hang out nude, much to everyone's delight. A wardrobe assistant brought them robes, but the high-spirited teenagers refused them. "We're getting into character," Tash announced. "Yeah, just like Dustin Hoffman in 'Marathon Man'," added Lil. They burst into another fit of giggling. "Is this your first time naked on camera?" Nicola asked. "Yup," replied Tash. "Except that time that 'News of the World' photographer talked Kerry into posing nude in his hotel room." "Shut up!" giggled Kerry. Nicola smiled. It was a sexy situation she knew so well, to stand around naked as the clothed crew bustled about their various jobs around them. The perfect employment for would-be exhibitionists like Nicola and Sex Kitten. The next series of set-ups required the girls to don towels. It was hardwork, shooting the teenagers lying in provocative poses about the sauna. The extras lounged in the background, haughtily ignoring the three stars who kept flashing their tits at the cameras. The girls were thoroughly enjoying putting on a show, but were miffed that it would only ever be seen by the crew. "Can't we have some nudity in this video?" Lil complained. "All this is sexy alright, but the final product just won't have us full monty, will it?" The record company rep, a young but rather stern girl, explained that there could be no actual nudity in the final cut. Tash cast off her towel and stood before the rep stark naked. "You put these in the video, and this song'll go straight to #1." She cupped her breasts to demonstrate just how much talent she had in her tits. The rep sighed, and stalked off, promising to do what she could. Shooting continued. For sure, the footage was daring, with lots of bare thighs, cleavage, and backs, but still no real topless shots, let alone a good full-beaver. The rep returned, and explained that she had been on to the company, and they had agreed to make a version with nudity. However, as this cut would screen on US cable networks as well as the European market, the girls were too young to do it themselves, and there was no time or extra money to renegotiate any of the extras' contracts. The upshot was, the girls could have nudity in the video if they wanted it, but they'd quickly need to find someone willing to show their tits for free. Tash, Kerry and Lil looked at each other with evil grins, and squealed together, "Knickers!" Nicola jumped. "Oh no," she said. "I'm not baring my tits for some music video!" "Aw, come on, Knickers," begged Lil. The three teenagers gathered around Nicola, rubbing their naked bodies against her. "Please, do it for us." "You want me to strip, on camera, right now, and for no money?" "Go on," urged Kerry. "You're ever so good at stripping and everything. There's only one more setup, we'll get a few quick flashes of your boobs and that'll be all." "Well..." Nicola looked at their anxious, imploring faces. And not just them, Nicola guessed the crew were silently hoping she'd do it too. "OK." The girls squealed with delight. Before Nicola could ask where wardrobe was, they began tearing at her clothes. The scarf went flying, exposing Nicola's impressive 38-inch tits. With a wiggle of her hips, Nicola's red miniskirt was also stripped and tossed aside. In a second, Nicola was as naked as her three charges. Before they wrapped on this camera setup, Kerry had an idea which she convined the director would be brilliant to shoot. It was quickly agreed upon. Kerry, the mischievous little Hitchcock, decided not to let Nicola in on what was going to happen. Nicola was given a towel to wrap around her nude body, and directed simply to walk down the corridor. Didn't sound too hard, Nicola told herself. The camera rolled, the director called action, and Nicola strolled down the corridor toward her mark. Suddenly, with a whoop of delight, Kerry snatched away her towel. Surprised, Nicola squealed and tried to cover her tits. Kerry beamed with delight, as the director proclaimed that take very much a print. They quickly shot a close-up of Nicola's reaction, with Kerry repeating the action of seizing the towel. Despite her ample exposure in B-movies, Nicola still found herself blushing with embarrassment, as her body was bared on camera in this different genre. The shooting moved on to the final setup. One room had been converted into a shower set complete with working plumbing. The director ran a block-through with the cast and crew so that everyone knew what was happening. Despite this only being a rehearsal, the girls continued to parade around the set naked, their nubile teen bodies glistening with the make-up designed to look like droplets of water. Nicola at least retained the modesty of the towel, although it became apparent that she would again be naked for these shots. The girls too would be naked, but much to their disappointment they would only be shot from the neck up. It was time to shoot Nicola in the shower. She reluctantly handed the towel to the wardrobe girl, and stood naked in one of the stalls. In the confined space the crew clustered around the naked starlet, the camera only a foot away from her bare body. Nicola glanced around at the male faces of the camera op, the focus puller and the boom op, standing so close they could reach out and stroke her bare boobs. Nicola smiled at them nervously, and they smiled back. The director and the rest of the crew, plus Sex Kitten, were clustered around the monitor, no doubt enjoying the close-ups. The 1st AD called for the camera to roll, and the production jumped into action like a well-oiled lapdancer. Just before the director called action, another instruction was shouted out, one that Nicola had never heard before. "Cue water!" A moment later the shower head burst into life, spraying Nicola with water- freezing cold water! She gave a squeal of surprise. Her nipples instantly hardened to succulent bullets. The director called out instructions to her, "Nicola, start lathering up!" The eager young starlet complied, and taking a sponge and some liquid soap, began to scrub herself all over. The cold water continued to sleet down her naked body. The camera shot close-ups of her stomach and boobs, as she covered her body in a thin foam of lather. "Great, more, more!" called the director. "Rub some soap on your tits." Nicola squirted the liquid soap down her boobs. She set the sponge aside, and began to massage it into her breasts, squeezing her hefty charms. Coated in the slick fluid, Nicola's boobs caught the light and shone brilliantly. Inspite of herself, Nicola was beginning to feel very horny. She continuted to grope her own tits, tweaking her hot pink nipples. She could imagine the final effect on film, more torrid than anything she'd ever shot before. A warm, satisfied feeling began to grow in the pit of her stomach. Nicola longed to be able to slip a hand into her open pussy and masturbate openly, but controlled the urge. Nicola was enjoying herself so much she didn't realise the director had called cut. Nicola blushed, and the Sex Kitten girls giggled. The shower stopped, and Nicola stepped out of the stall, still covered in water and soap. It had been the last shot of the day, and the crew began to pack up. The girls flocked around Nicola once again before she had a chance to get dressed, eager to grope the beautiful starlet before she the wardrobe assistant brought her her robe. Nicola was still naked then, as they bundled her into the dressing-room. Nicola was in a daze of sexual desire as the limo drove them back to the hotel. The girls were laughing and joking, recounting the day's shoot. They had thoroughly enjoyed spending most of the day naked, in front of a largely male crew who tried desperately not to notice their naked, nubile young bodies. Nicola tried desperately to remember her vow of chastity for today at least. Steady, Knickers! she told herself. Just drop them off at the hotel, then back to your place for a quick wank. Kerry's hand "accidentally" strayed across Nicola's naked thigh and up her skirt. She let out a gasp, and crossed her legs. It was the longest car ride Nicola had ever taken... ********** Finally, Nicola got them back to the hotel. She wanted to make a quick getaway, but her sense of duty overwhelmed her, and she knew she at least had to see Sex Kitten safely to their room. They made it, with just a little light groping in the elevator. Nicola was still horny as hell, but she was beginning to control her pussy, which seemed to be mewling out for a little Sex Kitten action. Nicola stood in the open doorway of the suite, a little afraid of what would happen if she let herself enter. "Aren't you going to tuck us in?" asked Tash with a hungry look. Nicola gave a look like a deer caught in headlights and shook her head. "Not tonight, girls. You need to be at the airport by 8 am." "Oh, come on, Knickers!" said Kerry, taking her by the arm. "Just a goodnight kiss, that's all we ask." Nicola paused to consider. Just a kiss, a quick peck on the cheek. Could she trust herself with that? Kerry closed her eyes and offered her cheek up to Nicola's lips. Nicola sighed. "OK. But just a quick one and then it's off to bed." She stepped forward, and instantly realised she'd made a mistake. Tash and Lil seized Nicola by the arms. Kerry opened her eyes and gave a wicked grin. "Oh no, my dear Knickers. After a day like this, we expect you to take care of us. Ain't that right, girls." "Yes!" yelled Tash and Lil in unison. Nicola was bewildered. She was so worried about her trying it on with the girls she didn't realise they may try it on with her! She struggled, but the two teens were surprisingly strong. Kerry reached out and seized the scarf that Nicola had made into a makeshift top. She pulled it off with a flourish, baring Nicola's boobs, her stiff nipples betraying her own sexual desire. With a smile, Kerry's hands traced a path down Nicola's bare stomach, down to her mini-skirt, and with a sharp tug it too was lying on the ground, and Nicola was once again completely naked. Kerry took time to play with the starlet's chesty treasures. Her forefinger traced a circle around Nicola's aureloa, the sharp nail digging ever so slightly into the tender boobflesh. Nicola gasped. "L-let's talk about this, shall we?" she stammered. It was hopeless, though. She wanted to fuck these pretty young things as much as they wanted to fuck her. Kerry didn't reply, but switched her attention to the other nipple, eliciting another groan of painfully obvious pleasure. Tash and Lil looked on, their eyes gleaming bright with desire. Nicola gave an unexpected jerk, and broke free. As they stared at her in surprise, for a moment she was free to run. But instead she lunged forward, seizing Kerry in a passionate embrace. Nicola's lips were on Kerry's, her hot tongue slithering out into the teenager's eager mouth. The couple flung themselves onto the bed still making out. Nicola closed her eyes, losing herself to the passion. Slowly, Kerry let Nicola go. She gave a whimper, looking around to see where her plaything had gone. Kerry was kneeling between her legs, like some kind of teen nun worshipping at the altar of her dripping cunt. Tash and Lil were pulling her ankles apart, spreading Nicola's legs even wider, before snuggled down next to Kerry. Nicola's pussy, swollen and eager, lay before them like an open oyster. She let out another whimper, anxious for them to get to the task at hand. Tash, Kerry and Lil soon obliged her, pushing their pretty young faces into Nicola's gash. An explosion of pleasure erupted in Nicola's crotch, as three tongues simultaneously slithered across her clitoris, each of them fighting over that wet little pearl of delight. Nicola soon came, drenching her three little charges in her own cunt-juices. It didn't stop there, and Nicola was soon orgasming again. For the tasty Aussie starlet with a penchant for pussy, it was a long night... ********** Nicola awoke. She was lying naked and alone in the centre of the suite's four-poster. It was after nine, so the girls must've already checked out, and were by now on a plane back to England. Nicola sighed, she was going to miss those three horny little sluts. Nicola showered, washing away the pungent aroma of last night's orgy. It was certainly something not many people would believe, Nicola enjoying not one but two nights of hot and steamy lesbian sex with the teen pop band Sex Kitten! Imagine that getting into the British tabloids. Nicola smiled with the thought as she stepped out of the shower. Her beautiful tanned body glistened with water. Nicola frowned, unable to find a towel. There was nothing to dry herself with in the bathroom. She went back into the suite. The girls had packed thoroughly, leaving nothing behind- no towels, no sheets, no clothes. Nicola not only had nothing to dry herself with, she had nothing to wear. Nicola scrambled around the room, trying to find anything. The sheets had been stripped from the beds. Nothing that might conceivably be used to cover herself was left behind. No magazines, no newspapers, no cushions, no doillies. She even tugged on the curtains, but they were firmly fixed in place. The busty beauty's mind swam. What was she to do? Although Nicola had been naked in public before, she was never too far away from her clothes. She'd even walked naked through this very hotel (*see "Hollywood Party Hostesses"), but that had been very late at night with not too many people around, and she'd been heartened by the fact that she wasn't alone but accompanied by her rival Angela. She remembered the stern look the concierge had given her yesterday, when she had been wearing a ripped t-shirt. He wouldn't be too happy with Nicola's current attire. Nervous, Nicola gnawed on her fingernails. There was a very real danger she might actually get arrested for public nudity. When it came to turning a blind eye to exposed boobs, California police were less willing than their Australian counterparts. With the girls checked out, the room was "vacant", and at any moment a new guest might waltz in and find instead of a welcome mint waiting for them, the naked Nicola perched on their pillow. There was nothing else for it, she'd have to put a brave face on it and try and sneak out. Nicola slowly opened the door and peeked her pretty face out. The hallway seemed empty. Her heart racing in her damn fine chest, Nicola began to formulate a plan. If she could find an open linen closet or something, she could cover her body before attempting the elevator. The coast clear, Nicola snuck out into the hallway. The door to the hotel suite closed by a click, and Nicola realised there was no turning back now. Gently, she tiptoed down the corridor, her boobs bouncing with every step, the carpet lush beneath her bare feet. This was a fine practical joke to play on me! thought Nicola. Stripping her naked at the club, and again on set wasn't enough for Sex Kitten, they had to leave her nude just one more time. Nicola reached a door that looking like a linen closet. She tried the handle- damn, locked! Suddenly, from the other end of the hallway came the sound of approaching footsteps. Nicola panicked, and began trying doors at random. They were all locked! Around the corner, Nicola saw a figure appear. Nicola frantically tried one more door, and it opened. She quietly ducked inside. Safely out of the public corridor, the naked starlet let out a sigh of relief. Now that she was in another hotel room, she could look for something to cover herself up with. Nicola turned. Sitting on the floor, apparently not having noticed her enter, was a young boy playing a Playstation. Nicola squeaked in shock. The boy turned to look at her, and Nicola dived behind the sofa. He gave her a funny look, and Nicola couldn't tell if he'd seen anything or not. "Who are you?" the boy asked, suspiciously. "I'm Nicola," she replied, trying to hide. "I'm, er, the maid." The boy continued to eye her up. He stood up from the game, and for one moment Nicola thought he was going to walk toward her, but thankfully he stayed put. "You talk funny," he announced at last. Nicola gave a nervous smile. "I'm from Australia." He took a step toward her, and Nicola shrank back. "You look like that lady in that movie on TV the other night. Mom wasn't here, and I figured out how to get the restricted channels." Nicola's eyes widened with shock. He recognised her! He must've watched 'Bikini Stewardesses 2' the other night as well. "Don't be silly," she laughed. "What would a movie star be doing in your hotel room?" The curious boy continued to eye Nicola up. Behind her sofa, Nicola tried to think of a plan. She could make a dash for the door, but whoever was out there before might still be there, and the boy would get an unforgettable look at her ass. She still couldn't tell if he realized she was naked or not. From the way he was staring at her, he obviously thought something was odd. Nicola's mind was still racing when he started to walk toward her. "What are you wearing?" he asked. Just then, a woman strutted in from the other room. Obviously the boy's mother, she took him by the arm and walked toward the door. "My son and I are going down for breakfast now. Please have the room cleaned by the time we get back." "Yes ma'am," Nicola replied, relieved that they were going. The woman stopped, and turned an inquisitive eye on the girl crouching behind the sofa. "What on earth are you doing down there?" she demanded. "Er, just dusting," Nicola replied. The woman shrugged. "Come along, Chip," she said and dragged him along. "Mom, that lady's got no clothes on!" Chip cried, but thankfully she ignored him. Alone at last, Nicola went into the bedroom to find something to wear. The woman looked about Nicola's size, so she was bound to have something that fit. Nicola was rummaging through the closet when she heard voices from the other room. "But I thought she was the maid!" "No, ma'am, I'm the only maid working on this floor." "She was a naked movie star!" "Be quiet, Chip!" Again Nicola's panicked. There was only one exit from the bedroom- the window! Still naked, Nicola clambered out onto the fire escape. The cold LA morning air chilled her skin and stiffened her nipples. She listened for the voices. Nicola quailed as the stern figure of the mother appeared at the window. Thankfully, she didn't see Nicola. However, she did slam the window shut. Nicola was trapped outside! And she still didn't have any clothes! Cautiously, Nicola made her way along the fire escape. She tried not to think about the tall, glass-windowed buildings looming up around her, and the people inside who might be treated to the sight of Nicola's bare body. At last, Nicola found an open window, and slipped back inside the hotel. She was standing in a small alcove at the end of a passageway. Breathless from her escapee, Nicola took a moment to get her breath back, her gorgeous tits heaving with each gasp. But there were more footsteps approaching! And voices: "She's on this floor somewhere." "It's that damn Aussie girl again!" Nicola looked around for a place to hide. There was a breakfast cart handy. Nicola dived under it, although having seen this very scene many times in movies before, she doubted any good would come of it. The next thing Nicola knew, the cart was being wheeled away with her tucked underneath it. Nicola silently prayed it would take her somewhere she could get some clothes, but somehow she doubted it. The cart stopped outside someone's room. "Room service!" "Come in." Nicola's heart was pounding as she was wheeled into the suite. She was still safely hidden, but for how long? From the bathroom a voice called out, "Thanks, just leave it there." More footsteps, and a door slam. Nicola waited, holding her breath. Nothing but the sound of running water. She realised she was alone in the suite, with the guest in the shower. Now was her chance! Nicola slipped out from underneath the trolley. She stood naked in the middle of the room, looking for something to wear. "Wow! Now that's what I call room service." Nicola whirled around to see a middle-aged man in a robe standing in the bathroom doorway with a very big grin on his face. She gasped, and grabbed the first two things to hand- which turned out to be the metal lid of the serving tray, and a copy of the hotel's cable-TV guide. "Um, hiiii," Nicola said nervously, carefully manoeuvring the tray to cover her boobs and the magazine to cover her muff. "Hello," he replied. "I'm Doug." He held out his hand, but quickly realised she was no position to shake it. "I'm Nicola, and, erm, I'm in a spot of bother." The metal was cold against her tits. "So I see." Nicola realised he wasn't looking directly at her, but just a little off to her side. She cursed her luck. "There's a mirror right behind me, isn't there?" she asked. He nodded. "And you can see my ass, right?" Again, Doug nodded. "If it's any consolation, it's a very nice ass," he added. Nicola sighed. "It's just not my morning!" Now he was staring at her crotch. "Pardon me," asked Doug, pointing at her joy department, "but isn't that you?" Indignant at his impertinence, Nicola looked down at what he was referring to, and gasped in surprise. Her neatly- groomed pussy was covered by none other than a picture of her own smiling face! It was an ad for 'Bikini Stewardesses 2', printed in the guide. Wryly, Nicola observed that she'd never had so much 'exposure' before in her career. "Well, yes, it is," she gave a nervous laugh. Doug frowned. "Is this some sort of promotion for the movie?" he asked. Nicola shook her head. In desperation she opened her mouth, and the whole story came flooding out. "I had to pick up the girls at the airport and I was standing in LAX holding a sign that said 'Sex Kitten' and they wanted to go to a strip club and I had to take my clothes off for them but I wasn't supposed to have sex with them, but I did, and I said I wouldn't again, but they made me take my clothes off for their video again, and we were all naked together in the shower, well it wasn't a real shower it was a movie set, but I got so horny and I was just going to go back home and wank (I swear!) but they tricked me into fucking them again and took all my clothes and now I'm naked here with you." "I see..." Doug replied. "Look, I really need some clothes. Have you got anything, *anything* I can wear?" "Well..." Doug stroked his chin. "I do have something here." He rummaged through his luggage and took out a case. As he opened it, he explained. "The thing is, Nicola, I'm..." he threw back the lid to reveal a pile of bikinis. "... a travelling bikini salesman." Nicola smiled broadly. "That will do nicely." ********** Smiling, Nicola strode boldly down into the hotel lobby. People stared, a few gasped. Still smiling, Nicola bid them all a good morning. "Miss Baron! I should've known it was you!" a voice cried out. Nicola stopped and saw the red-faced concierge marching toward her. "And good morning to you," she said warmly. "I received complaints that a naked young woman is running around my hotel, and here you trot, as bold as brass, naked into the lobby." "Oh, I beg to differ," Nicola declared. "As you can see, I am, in fact wearing an original, hand-made Antonio Barudi two- piece designer bathing suit." With a elegant wave of her hand, Nicola indicated her near-naked body barely covered by the bikini. The concierge squinted at her. "Go ahead, take a close look," Nicola challenged. "I've got a great body, and this garment, while admittedly... daring, is undeniably a fine article of clothing." Nicola adopted a model's pose, one leg forward, chest thrust out, chin up high. Not to be outdone, the concierge thrust his face between Nicola's boobs, pretending to examine the alleged garment. Nicola ignored him. "I am in fact *not* naked, so if there is someone running around your fine hotel nude, it is not me." The concierge flushed. "But that is hardly suitable attire. Your breasts are practically popping out of that top, that g- string reveals almost all of your backside, and I can only assume you have the closest bikini wax in all of Hollywood." "Be that as it may," Nicola replied. "I *am* wearing clothes. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a photoshoot to attend." She pushed past him, but he held up an envelope. "Your English friends left this for you." Nicola snatched it from his hand and stalked out. Standing on Hollywood Boulevard, she attracted even more stares, but Nicola ignored them. She tore open the envelope and read: Dear Knickers, Hope you liked the little surprise we left for you. Think of it as an initiation rite! You're a real Sex Kitten now, babe. Hugs - kisses- licks, Tash Kerry Lil Nicola sighed. LA just wouldn't be the same without those three little English nymphos running around. END.