Title: Bikini Stewardesses Go Mile High Author: Knickers Universe: Nicola Adventures Keywords: MMMFFF, oral, exhib Summary: During a photoshoot for "Bikini Stewardesses 2", Nicola, Jennifer and Candy Barr are asked to serve as real stewardesses on a business flight. Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude words. It's fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the decency laws in most states would require it not be read by persons under 18. Also, if you're offended by adult themes, you should probably leave now. More importantly, this tale features women presented as sexual objects. There is nothing wrong with this as they are only fictional characters. I urge readers, especially young males, to not regard real women in this way. This work is © 2002 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, events & institutions 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 & the Helpful Angel 2. Nicola's Hot Screen Test 3. Bikini Audition 4. Bikini Stewardesses Go Mile High <- 5. Hollywood Party Hostesses 6. Nicola: Live & Uncensored 7. Nicola Gets A Woody 8. Bikini Christmas Carol 9. Sex Kitten 10. Best in Show Please don't email me asking for the other stories, you can find them in a Usenet archive such as google.com/groups 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_cutthisbit@yahoo.co.uk Bikini Stewardesses Go Mile High (MMMFFF oral exhib) "Ok, girls, let's lose those bikini tops, shall we?" asked Tom the photographer. Nicola, smiling down the lens, complied. The Aussie reached behind her neck and tugged on the strings that held her blue bikini top in place. It fell loose, exposing her delicious tanned tits. Jennifer, standing next to Nicola, did so as well, grinning as she bared her own impressive rack. The third model, Candy Barr, was a little shyer, and blushed slightly as she uncovered her own small but pert breasts. The girls were in an empty hanger at Van Nuys Airport doing a publicity photoshoot for the movie they'd just finished, "Bikini Stewardesses 2". All three were wearing their 'Bikini Stewardess' costumes: blue bikinis, blue caps perched at jaunty angles upon their heads, white cuffs and collars, and a set of gold wings clipped to the right bikini strap. Nicola, Jennifer and Candy lounged across the wing of a Cessna as Tom directed them to strip. Nicola tossed her top aside. Leaning forward, a naughty smirk in her lips, Nicola squeezed her boobs together. "Great, fabulous," said Tom, shooting off roll after roll of film. The gorgeous Aussie starlet was in her element now, posing nude for the camera. "Now tweak your nipples," instructed Tom. Nicola obliged, tugging on her little pink buds till they puckered and hardened. Nicola loved to show off her perfect body. Her lithe, 38-25- 36 body was the stuff of (wet) dreams. The model-turned-actress from Australian may not have been born an exhibitionist, but in the past few months she had taken to it like a trooper. Her adventures in Hollywood had given her many opportunities to get naked, and not just in the B-movies she had appeared in. No sooner had Nicola wrapped on "Bikini Bandits" than she'd been cast in "Bikini Stewardesses 2". Both films had featured oodles of nudity. "Great tits, girls," said Tom. "Thanks," Jennifer replied. Candy blushed, a bloom of red that spread across her bare chest. Nicola was in good company with these two. Jennifer had seduced Nicola at an audition, and then two had been friends ever since. Candy was a new comer to the industry, but an enthusiastic learner. "Why don't we get rid of these bikini bottoms and do some full-frontals?" Jennifer suggested with a naughty twinkle in her eyes. Tom laughed. "Sure, sweetheart." Nicola tugged at the knot that held the remainder of her bikini in place, teasing the camera. Slowly, the slip of material fell away, baring Nicola's neatly- trimmed muff. The bikini bottoms joined her top on the floor and Nicola was gloriously nude. Tom switched on a boom-box and the hanger was filled with a thumping beat. The girls danced to the music, bare breasts pounding in a display of naked lust. Tom moved around the starlets, flashing off pictures, capturing their nude bodies from every angle. Finally, Tom cut the music. Sweat dripped from his brow, and Nicola noted with pride the bulge in his crotch. It was always a compliment to be able to get a professional aroused. "Phew. Well girls, that's a wrap for today. I'll see you all tomorrow." As Tom packed up his gear, the three gorgeous girls put their discarded bikinis back on. They were now alone in the hanger. "So, Knickers," said Jennifer, "how about we head out to my place and christen the new hot tub? Swimsuit optional, of course." She pinched Nicola's ass cheek, bare in the g-string bikini. The Aussie laughed. "How about you come join us, Candy? I always thought you were seriously cute." "Sorry, guys," the petite blonde placed a hand on her crotch. "Much like the Vice President's parking space, this spot's reserved for dick." They walked across the hanger laughing, when they suddenly noticed someone standing at the entrance watching them. He was a tall, handsome man dressed in an expensive suit. As they approached him, he gave the three starlets a disarming smile. "Well, hello there," he said. "Hello yourself," Nicola purred. He was openly ogling the girls, drinking in the sight of their near-naked bodies in those tiny little string bikinis. "My name is Donovan Tate." "*The* Donovan Tate? The millionaire?" Jennifer's eyes were wide with lust. Donovan gave a modest smile. "The same." "A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Tate. My name is Nicola Baron, but you can call me Knickers." They shook hands, setting her boobs jiggling in the tight confines of her bikini top. This little show was not lost on Tate, who leered shamelessly at her tits. "These are my friends, Jennifer Dempster and Candy Barr." "Wow, I've never seen stewardess uniforms quite like that before," said Tate, eyeing up the tiny outfits the girls had worn in the movie (when they were wearing clothes at all). "Oh, we're not stewardesses," replied Candy. Tate's face fell. "That's a shame. My private plane is about to take off on a business flight, and the three stewardesses I had booked to work the flight have baled on me at the last moment. I badly need to find some replacements." "What my friend means," Jennifer interjected, "is that we're not regular stewardesses, we're bikini stewardesses. And it just so happens that we're for hire." "Great!" said Tate, "How soon can you start?" "Hold on there, big fella," Jennifer replied. "Being bikini stewardesses we don't exactly come cheap." "Money is no object." Tate produced his wallet. "Would six hundred dollars apiece suffice?" Jennifer's eyes lit up. "Six hundred dollars! Why, sir, I do believe you've hit upon the right amount." Uh-oh thought Nicola. What is Jennifer getting them into? She glanced over at Candy, who looked more than a little surprised at what Jennifer was cooking up. "Great. Meet me over at my Gulfstream, Hanger 227, in fifteen minutes." He flashed the girls a smile and then left. "Are you crazy!" wailed Candy. "We don't know anything about being stewardesses!" "Relax," Jennifer soothed her. "It's just like waitressing. Smile, serve drinks, and when you bend over let them look at your tits. Nothing to it. How about it, Knickers, you in?" "Six hundred dollars?" Just thinking about all that money made Nicola horny. "Sure, why not?" They looked at the reluctant Candy. "Come on, Candy. It'll be fun!" said Jennifer. "And think of the money," Nicola added. "Well… OK." Candy replied. But she still didn't look too sure. Fifteen minutes late, the three bikini-clad starlets were assembled in Hanger 227 under a very impressive Gulfstream jet. "Wow, look at this thing!" Nicola exclaimed. Tate stood by the wing, eyeing her up. Nicola suggestively ran her hand along the plane's nose. "This is an important flight. Tate Industries is expanding and I have to sign a distribution deal with representatives from three other corporations. So I need you girls to work your charm on them, make sure that they relax and get in the mood to sign these contracts." "Don't worry, Mr. Tate," Jennifer assured him. "The bikini stewardesses know how to make our passengers very, very happy." She gave a wink. Tate laughed, no doubt getting what she was implying. "But full service comes at a price," Nicola added. "And I do mean full service." She reached out and stroked his face. Tate swallowed. With his tongue hanging out he hastily cried, "An extra 300, a piece, when they sign!" The three exchanged glances, and then nodded. "You got yourself a deal, Mr. Tate," said Nicola. "OK girls, climb aboard!" Tate opened the cabin door and gallantly allowed them to board first. Nicola climbed the steps, her thong-covered bottom wiggling with every step. Tate's eyes were glued to that delicious little peach, and couldn't resist giving her a little pat. Nicola gave a gasp of surprise then stepped inside. Now Jennifer mounted the ladder. She paused at the top, jiggling her bottom for Tate. "Well?" she asked. Tate shrugged and obliged her with a pat on her bare ass cheek. Now it was the reluctant Candy's turn. She, too, paused at the top of the steps. "Oh, go on then," she rolled her eyes. Mr. Tate grinned, and gave her backside a gentle slap. Candy blushed and boarded the plane. "Wow!" Nicola exclaimed as she looked around the plush interior of the aircraft. The main compartment featured an oak conference table surrounded by wide chairs that looked considerably more comfy than those found on commercial planes. "Kinda puts our crappy set to shame, doesn't it?" whispered Jennifer. Nicola stifled a giggle, remembering the cheap cardboard 'aircraft' they had filmed "Bikini Stewardesses 2" in. Tate took them through a silk curtain to the forward cabin, which consisted of a galley and some seats for the girls. Just forward of this was the cockpit. Tate explained what he wanted for the flight: the three guests will come aboard. Tate, pilot for the day, would take off and fly the Gulfstream up to 5,000 feet, then come back to the conference room to launch into his spiel. At this point, the girls will be introduced, really building up their entrance. Then they'll come back and meet the businessmen. From there, it's serving drinks and then lunch. "Hopefully," said Tate, "by then I'll have their signatures on these contracts." "Don't worry, Mr. Tate," said Jennifer, "we'll do everything we can to convince those men to sign." "Anything?" asked Tate. "Anything," Nicola replied with a wink. She was in a naughty mood today, which meant those three lucky businessmen were in for a really fun flight. Tate went back into the conference room, and the sound of male voices drifted through to the galley. There was much laughing and backslapping, and Nicola could only imagine what Tate was telling them. Soon Tate came back and told the bikini stewardesses to strap themselves in for take- off. As Nicola felt the force of gravity groping her near-nude body, and the vinyl seat rubbing against her bare ass, she felt goosebumps rising on her skin. Donovan Tate badly wanted those contracts signed. And it was Nicola, Jennifer and Candy's job to make sure they got signed. Just how far would that starlets go to get those signatures? Was Nicola taking off for an orgy in the sky? She didn't know, but she sure couldn't wait to find out. Soon they were cruising at altitude. Tate set the aircraft on autopilot for a gentle cruise over the Pacific Ocean. Back in the galley, he gave one last look over the three barely- dressed beauties, drinking in the sight of their cleavages squeezed into those too-small bikinis. "Good luck girls!" he said, and disappeared into the conference room. As everything was pretty much ready in the galley, with the drinks cart well stocked and a selection of gourmet meals precooked, the starlets had nothing else to do but make sure they looked pretty for the men they had to entertain. Jennifer stood in front of a mirror, adjusting her miniscule bikini top to expose as much boobflesh as possible. The tiny panels covered her nipples and little else, but still Jennifer was dissatisfied. "Do you think it's too late to change from Bikini Stewardesses to Topless Stewardesses?" she asked. Nicola could hear the sound of male voices drifting through from the conference room. Her blood was beginning to rise at the thought of just how she was going to convince them to sign. Sit on their laps? Stroke their arms? Let them make any adjustments they feel necessary to her costume? It was the anticipation that made her wet. Nicola adjusted her little stewardess cap, setting it a jaunty angle. She couldn't wait until Mr. Tate came through that curtain and told them it was time for Nicola and the girls to do what they did best. Candy was nervous, and the sight of her two friends preening themselves didn't make her feel any better. "I don't know if I can do this," she said. Nicola gave her a hug, pressing her boobs against the reluctant starlet. "Come on, Candy. You're such a gorgeous little sky-bunny, those guys just won't be able to resist your charms." That perked her up a little. "You think so?" "I know so," Nicola replied. She looked down at Candy's cleavage, bursting out of her bikini top. "Just look at those babies." Candy brightened. "Yeah, I do have great tits, don't I?" Tate poked his head through the curtain. "Heads up girls! Time for you to make an entrance. Come on through when you hear me call for you, and then work your magic." "It's showtime!" Nicola squealed with excitement. On the other side of the curtain, Donovan Tate turned back to his prospective business partners and shot them a thumbs-up. The three men grinned in anticipation. As soon as negotiations about the Tate Industries deal had begun to flag, the millionaire had suggested they take a little break. He then whetted their appetites with a description of the three little hostesses who would serve as their in- flight entertainment: an adorable Aussie with a terrific rack, a gorgeous brunette with a naughty glint in her eye, and a cute little blonde with perky tits. All neatly gift-wrapped in charming little stewardess outfits. The three businessmen were practically drooling by now, all thoughts of the contract forgotten. "Gentlemen, you wanna meet our three tempting little cabin-cuties?" Tate asked. They roared in reply. "OK, girls, come on in." The curtain parted and the three delectable bikini stewardesses entered the conference room, greeted with cheers and wolf-whistles. Smiling, they posed for the men. You couldn't help but ogle the luscious threesome, dressed in their revealing "stewardess" outfits. The blue bikinis showed off far more flesh than they covered, and served as little more than gift-wrapping for their firm young bodies. Boobs were squeezed into tops. G-strings disappeared between butt-cheeks. "Jennifer, why don't you come over here and meet Wolfgang Schmidt from Germany," Tate suggested. Jennifer sauntered over to a tall, good-looking blonde man. Putting her arm around him, she bent over slightly, presenting a very tempting view of her boobs as if serving them up on a tray. "Guten tag, fraulein," said Wolfgang, his eyes glued to her chest. "Well hello to you," replied the sultry brunette. "If there's anything I can do to make your flight more enjoyable- and I do mean anything- just you let me know, sugar." Wolfgang nodded franticly. "Ja, ja!" "And would could be better for our visitor from Hong Kong, Leo Kuang, than a tasty little slice of all-American pie. Candy, would you do the honors?" The blushing blonde stepped forward and placed her hand on Leo's thigh. With a giggle she said, "OK, I've never done anything like this before, but I'm a quick learner, if you know what I mean." She gave Leo a wink. "Don't worry, sweetheart," he replied (surprisingly with an English accent), "I'll be gentle with you." "Finally, Big Joe Jackson from Texas, meet Nicola from Australia." Grinning, the Texan doffed his hat. "Howdy, missy." "Please, call me Knickers," Nicola purred. She strode over to the Texan. As she approached him, the plane suddenly struck a pocked of air turbulence. Nicola stumbled forward, accidentally shoving her boobs right into Big Joe's face. "I'm sorry about that," said Nicola as she stood up straight "I ain't complaining!" laughed Joe. Nicola giggled. "It's a pleasure to meet you 'Big Joe'. I hope that's an accurate nickname." "Maybe you'll find out for yourself, little lady." Everyone joined in laughing at the double entendre. "You guys just sit back and relax," Nicola announced. "The bikini stewardesses are here to make sure you all have a very memorable flight. For the next couple of hours we'll be at your beck and call. The galley is well stocked, and we're ready to take care of all your needs." She flashed a smile at the three men, whose crotches now sported visible bulges. "We'll begin with a round of drinks. Now who wants what?" Wolfgang ordered a German beer. Leo asked for a scotch & soda. For Big Joe, a bourbon. "Is there any particular way you'd like those served?" Nicola asked with a wink. Wolfgang got the hint. "How about you bring them to us toplez." The girls gave mock gasps of surprise. Tate chuckled. "Well," said Jennifer, "we did say we'd do anything for our passengers. So I guess we have to." With a cute little wiggle of three bottoms, the girls swished out through the curtain and back into the galley. "I don't know if I can do this," said Candy, once they were alone. "Come on," Nicola replied, "you were nude in the movie lotsa times." "Yeah, but I was acting," the blushing blonde replied. Jennifer was impatient. "I know how to get things moving." She grabbed Candy's bikini top and yanked it off. She gave a yelp of surprise and covered her boobs. "Look, all you have to do is act again," Nicola told her. "Remember all the times your character Cindy took her clothes off?" Candy nodded. "Yeah…?" "So all you have to do is play Cindy to those guys out there." Candy thought about it for a while. "Oh! OK." Shyly, she removed her hands from her chest, baring her tits to her co-starlets. "That's the spirit!" piped up Jennifer. She tugged off her own top. Nicola quickly joined in the toplessness, baring her beautiful breasts. Looking down at them, the Aussie starlet smiled. She couldn't resist rubbing her tanned tits. "Yknow, if things had worked out differently, I'd've made a great topless waitress." "I'll say," Jennifer replied, licking her lips. The three burst into laughter. A moment later, the curtain parted once more and the three bare-breasted beauties paraded back into the conference room, a naughty smile on their lips. In one hand were the guys' drinks, in the other their bikini tops. Wolfgang, Leo and Big Joe greeted their little costume alteration with applause and whistles. The girls replied with modesty. "There was this tag in my bikini," quipped Nicola, "it said FAA regulations prohibit the wearing of this garment at 10,000 feet. So off it goes!" She draped it over the arm of Big Joe's chair. "Here you are sweetie," said Jennifer, "a little souvenir of your visit to the US of A." She added her bikini top over to Wolfgang, who obviously enjoyed the gift. "I can't believe I'm doing this!" giggled Candy, as she hung her top around Leo's neck. "Say, girls, this looks like it's going to be a long flight. I hope the boys don't mind if we make ourselves a little comfortable," Jennifer asked her cohorts. "I don't think there'll be any complaints," Nicola replied. With that she threw one of her long legs across Big Joe and plunked her bottom on his lap. Joe stared at her, open mouthed. Nicola gave a wiggle to settle herself, feeling his prick rub against her bare ass cheeks. "Ooooh, Big Joe!" she squealed. Now the three businessmen each had a topless stewardess sitting on his lap, a fresh young pussy grinding against their crotches. Tate smiled. "Let's get back into it, shall we?" As negotiations resumed, it was the clear the cooing bimbos were beginning to sap their business acumen. It was sure hard to concentrate on the business at hand with a luscious, pert pair of boobs right in front of your face! They were being petted and pampered by three of the hottest starlets Hollywood had to offer. Tate now bargained to make the deal even more favorable to himself, reducing the profit margins for his three partners and increasing the stakes they would have to put up. And it was all thanks to Nicola and her friends. A while later and it was time to serve lunch. The girls stood up from their seats, and the three men squirmed to cover their erections. Menus were handed out, each starlet careful to smile and bend at the waist so their man got a mouth-watering sight of their unencumbered tits swinging free. The boys made their lunch choices, but it was clear from their hungry gazes that they'd much rather be helping themselves to some succulent starlet tits instead. The girls retired back to the galley to prepare the food. Candy was buzzing. "Can you believe I just did that!" she squealed with excitement. Jennifer smirked. She reached out and gave one of the blonde's boobs a playful squeeze. "Maybe it'll be a day of many firsts," she said. Candy turned scarlet. "One step at a time," she said, trying to pull away from Jennifer's roaming hands. "Come on, you two," the topless Nicola scolded them. "We're here to be groped, not to grope each other. Now come on, we got a contract to secure." Back out in the conference room, the girls served up lunch. Tate was driving a hard deal for Wolfgang, Leo and Big Joe, and the three was glad of a break to eat their meals, with their respective topless stewardesses on hand. Tate excused himself, and went up to the cockpit. Nicola smiled seductively at Big Joe as he wolfed down his steak, her hand straying across his lap. "I like a man with a big appetite," she murmured. He leered at her. "And I like a girl with big tits." Nicola laughed, jiggling her bare boobs. The Texan's eyes lit up as he beheld those wobbling Aussie whoppers. "Do you mind if I, er, touch them?" he asked. "Go ahead," said Nicola replied, leaning forward and pushing her boobs into his face. Big Joe licked his lips and brought his large hands up to gently cup Nicola's breasts. As his fingers brushed against her erect nipples, Nicola let out a moan. "Mmmm," she purred. "You'll have to forgive me, I have very sensitive nipples." "Really?" Joe replied. "Uh-huh. The slightest touch can set me- ooooooh!" Nicola closed her eyes as Big Joe squeezed her tender buds. Her hand tugged down the zip on his pants, and the only thing between Nicola and Joe's cock was a very expensive pair of silk boxers. Nicola could feel the monster rearing up in her grasp, eager to taste the delights of her moist pussy. "It's such a shame," whispered Nicola, "that 'Big Joe' has chores to do before he can come out and play." Nicola nodded toward the contract lying on the table. Joe swallowed. He was being eaten up with desire, but he couldn't sign Tate's contract. Through the material of his underpants, Nicola firmly grasped Joe's penis. She smiled at the thought of what she was doing, the amount of power her nubile body had over men. Joe was weakening, and Nicola knew it. It was almost as if the blood pumping into his dick was draining from his brain, making him less capable of making a business decision. Tate returned. He looked over the scene, his would-be partners engaging in some heavy petting with the three half-naked starlets, and grinned. Tate could smell victory! "Ladies, why don't you withdraw to the galley and fetch the guests dessert? It looks like everyone is still hungry." With sultry smiles, the girls stood up and left their eager partners. Back in the galley, they debated how to serve dessert. "We should sit in their laps and spoon feed them," Candy suggested, now getting into her role as a sex-crazed bikini stewardess. Suddenly a loud roar of approval could be heard from the conference room. Nicola wondered what that could be about. Smiling, Tate entered through the curtain. "I know you were only supposed to serve lunch for the guests," he said, face flushed, "but I've told them you'll do something a little different for dessert." "And what is it?" Nicola asked with a raised eyebrow. "I told them you'd put ice-cream on your boobs and let them lick it off." Jennifer clapped her hands in delight. "Sounds like fun!" "Wait a moment," said Nicola, "I think that's stretching our original contract just a little." Tate rolled his eyes. "OK, OK, an extra hundred!" Nicola smiled. "We'll be out shortly." Tate left. Jennifer shook her head. "Why, Knickers, you little mercenary!" The Aussie starlet shrugged. "Hey, if I can have some fun and make some money at the same time, why not?" However, Candy's earlier trepidations had returned. "Lick ice-cream off my boobs?" She looked at the girls with wide eyes, clutching her chesty treasures. "Come on," cried Jennifer, "you haven't lived till you've felt a hot tongue licking ice-cold desserts off your tits! Trust me on this." They stared at her. "What? A girl's got to work her way through college somehow," said Jennifer defensively. "Candy," said Nicola, "you've had fun so far right? And you want the extra $100?" "I guess so." The bashful blonde with beautiful boobs was beginning to come around to her co- star's way of thinking. A few moments later the curtain parted once more and the three topless starlets strode back into the conference room. Each took up a hostess's position right next to their assigned passenger, carrying a small dish of ice cream. "Gentlemen," Nicola announced, "for your dining pleasure, a rare a very exquisite dessert- ice cream served a la stewardess." The three men clapped as the girls seated themselves back on their laps, facing toward their eager passenger. Nicola made herself comfortable, smiling at Joe. He didn't seem to notice, his eyes shinning bright were glued to her chest inches from his salivating lips. Nicola took a dollop of vanilla ice cream onto a spoon, and ladled it onto her left boob. The Aussie starlet gave a slight gasp as the chilly desert made contact with her skin. It slid down a little, covering her erect nipple like a snowy peak. The white of the ice cream made a nice contrast against her tanned skin. Nicola repeated the operation with her right boob, covering her breast with a second topping of frosty dessert. A very tempting dish indeed! Big Joe placed his hands on Nicola's waist, pulling her toward him. Nicola obediently leant forward, bringing her chest toward Joe's waiting lips. Nothing prepared Nicola for the feelings that followed. Big Joe's hot tongue flicked out, slithering across her boob as he licked at the ice cream. She groaned, her sensitive nipple caught between sizzling and chilly sensations. Again Joe's tongue shot out, raising goosebumps on Nicola's areolas. She shivered with delight. Around her the scene was being replayed with Jennifer and Candy. Evidently Jennifer was no stranger to being a serving dish as she expertly covered her own tits in ice cream. Candy was fast becoming a fan of this particular method of service, giving little squeaks of delight as Leo enthusiastically lapped away at her chest. Nicola spooned more of the cold ice cream onto her boobs for the hungry Texan. His head bobbed furiously between her boobs, randomly switching from nipple to nipple, eager to lick up the sweet treat. Nicola could feel his 'other' head anxiously squirming beneath her bottom, a pussy-plunging monster that wanted some attention too. Nicola, mouth open and eyes closed, hugged Joe to her chest, letting the pleasant tingling sensation wash across her titties. The licking was now replaced with vigorous sucking and a little chewing as Joe switched to slurping noisily on each moist, pink nipple in turn. The starlet moaned with delight, reaching down to tug at the knot that held her bikini bottoms in place. Nicola wasn't completely naked, but only in the sense that a true starlet is only naked without a pretty smile. In this case it was an angelic smile of debauched pleasure. Nude of any clothing, Nicola began to bounce slightly in Joe's lap, rubbing her bottom against his engorged cock. Finally, the excited businessman pulled away from Nicola's damp tits. "Knickers, honey, I gotta get some relief, if you know what I mean, right now." Nicola longed to scream yes and dive straight in, but she was a girl with a mission to complete first. "You know what you have to do," she gasped in barely suppressed pleasure. "Sign the contract, and 'Big Joe' gets a big reward." Joe was out of his mind with lust. He leaned forward toward the table, squashing Nicola's bare body against his chest and cried out in desperation "Where's a pen, a pen?" Tate grinned. "Here ya go, Joe, borrow mine." Joe grabbed the pen and hastily scribbled his signature on the contract. Wolfgang and Leo, in similar states of desire, looked at each other, and then both made a grab for the document. Victorious, Tate took the contract with all three signatures and placed it in his pocket. "Gentlemen, a pleasure doing business. I'll let you enjoy the entertainment." No sooner had Tate spoken those words than the bikini stewardesses slid underneath the table. This was soon followed by a collective gasp of relief as three impatient penises were finally delivered into three willing little mouths. Nicola's lips clamped around Joe's cock and began to repay the favor he had paid her nipples. Feeling his impatience, Nicola slurped down his tool and quickly built up a fast pace, her head bobbing up and down in his lap. Nicola's worked Joe's dick like a pro. He had done what was required of him, sign the contract and earn Nicola an unexpected little bonus, so now he just had to sit back and let the talented little Aussie girl do what she did best. Nicola knew that no small part of the pleasure lay in the sound of a good blowjob, and made sure to make as much noise as possible as she suckled on his dick. Nicola's efforts were rewarded with a lot of moaning from Joe as he came near to orgasm. The Texan let out a low growl, and Nicola felt a ripple of pleasure surge through his body a moment before jets of sperm squirted down her throat. Nicola smiled to herself. Another satisfied customer! It wasn't long before the Gulfstream landed back at Van Nuys. The girls, still nude, bid each of the businessmen good-bye with a kiss on the cheek as they left the conference room. Doubtless the deal they had signed was not their advantage, but from the grin in their faces it looked liked they didn't care. "Thanks girls, I could never had done it without you," Tate thanked them. "All in a days work for the Bikini Stewardesses," Jennifer replied. Tate stroked his chin. "There's just one last thing I'd like you do to, before you get dressed again." "Yes?" Nicola replied, arching her eyebrows. "I called a press conference for as soon as the plane landed- announcing this deal will be very good for the company's stock price. But, well, financial press conferences can be pretty dull. I thought a little eye candy would help liven things up." Nicola opened her mouth, but Tate knew what she was going to say. "An extra $200 a piece?" Nicola smiled. "That will do nicely." Members of the fiscal press were lined up outside Tate's plane as soon as it had landed, eager for news on the proposed Tate Industries world-wide distribution deal. Joe Jackson, Wolfgang Schmidt and Leo Kuang had all emerged from the aircraft with no comment, but enigmatic Cheshire grins. Finally, Donovan Tate himself exited the craft. If his appearance did nothing to interest the reporters, the three perky sky-bunnies that followed certainly did. Nicola sashayed her way down the steps first, giving a coy smile and a way to the small group of reporters. She was completely nude except for her cute little stewardess cap, plus the white collar and cuffs. Each step down the plane's stepladder (tentative in high heels) caused her boobs to bounce delightfully. Nicola's impromptu audience stared open mouth at the naked Aussie starlet, their eyes roaming over every inch of her bare body. Those beauty tits! That toned, flat stomach! That cute little muff! The silky-smooth skin that just begged to be stroked! Nicola had a golden all- over tan, and it was obvious to everyone she wasn't shy about showing it off. Jennifer, similarly undressed to kill, followed Nicola. The tall, sophisticated starlet presented just as tasty a sight as her little friend. Jennifer may only have fallen into acting by accident, but she was definitely an out-going girl, as evidenced by the fact that her nipples were extended, and it wasn't a cold day. Candy followed up the rear, flushed but excited. Her perky little boobs pointed out at the gathered journalists as if eager to be seen. The cute little blonde followed her co- starlets as they fell into line behind Tate. Tate began to speak, and cameras flashed. However, the real center of attraction was not the millionaire businessmen but his three little stewardesses. Giggling, they ran through various poses for the crowd, showing off their bare bodies from every angle. Nicola smirked as she slipped her hands behind her head and thrust her boobs out for the cameras. The day had started out with her posing nude for one photographer, and now ended up with her posing nude for many more! That's what Nicola loved about Hollywood, you never knew what was going to happen next. She leaned forward, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples. I can just see this picture on page 3, she thought. Page 3 of the "Financial Times"! The press conference over, the girls blew a few kisses to the reporters and followed Tate over to the hanger where he'd met them this morning. The girls put their bikinis back on, under Tate's lustful gaze. "I have a confession," said Nicola as she tried to tie her top on over her boobs, "we're not real stewardesses. We're actresses." "I know," Tate replied with a smirk. Nicola was flabbergasted, she stared at him in surprise with her breasts half-hanging out of her bikini. "What?" "Of course I knew. I was one of the investors in 'Bikini Stewardesses 2'. I knew you were going to be here today, and after hearing about your little adventures on the set…" Nicola blushed. "… I knew that you'd be able to help me out today." "So you never had any other stewardesses booked?" asked Candy. "I'm afraid not." Tate replied. "But I needed to get that contract signed, and if it hadn't've been for you girls, I never would've got the deal. No hard feelings?" Nicola scowled. She didn't like being tricked. But she had had an enjoyable day, with a trip in an executive jet, and showing off her cute little stewardess outfit. And if they ever made a "Bikini Stewardesses 3", she now had a little method-experience. To top it all off, Nicola had earned herself a $1200 bonus. "No hard feelings," Nicola replied. Tate took his checkbook out of his jacket and wrote out three checks. He presented each one to the girls by slipping it into their cleavage, like a patron tipping a stripper. "Adios, ladies!" Tate bid them, as he left the hanger. "Mmmm," murmured Candy, "I'm still pretty horny from all that attention Leo gave me." She slipped her arms around Nicola and Jennifer's shapely waists, pressing their delectable bodies against her. "Does that hot tub invitation still stand?" END