Title: Hollywood Party Hostesses
Author: Knickers
Universe: Nicola Adventures
Keywords: MF, M+F, interr, exhib
Summary: Nicola has alot of fun serving as a hostess at a wild Hollywood party.

Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude 
words. The decency laws in most states would require it not be 
read by persons under 18, or, in some places, 21. 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 the author. 

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: This is the second "Nicola Adventure" following 
on from "Bikini Audition". I suggest you read the first story, 
it introduces the main character Nicola, an aspiring model-
turned-actress who comes to Hollywood from her native 
Melbourne (Australia). Please don't email me asking for this 
story, you can find it in a Usenet archive such as deja or 
possibly ASSM's own archive. I hope you enjoy this story. If 
you want to drop me a line, I'm 
sarah7932_killthisbitnofuckenspam@yahoo.co.uk but please keep 
it relevant to this story, positive or negative. I'd like to 
thank everyone who wrote to me regarding "Bikini Audition". 
Your feedback and encouragement led me to write a second 
story, and there will almost certainly be more.

Hollywood Party Hostesses (MF M+F interr exhib)

Typically, the phone rang as Nicola was in the shower. She 
answered it, her tanned body glistening with water.
   "Hi Knickers, it's Scott Keen."
   "Scott, hi!" Nicola replied warmly. "It's great to hear 
from you. Especially since I'm wet and naked."
   Scott Keen was a casting agent. Not just any lowly, B movie 
casting director- he cast for big Hollywood features. Nicola 
had just wrapped on Bikini Stewardesses 2, and while the B biz 
was good to her, Nicola wouldn't say no to a part in a major 
motion picture.
   "Listen," said Scott, "I just had a real interesting 
conversation with your agent. He said it'd be cool if you come 
work one of my parties this weekend."
   "A party?" Nicola asked. Scott's parties were legendary 
wild. He'd hire a couple of aspiring actresses to come along 
and serve as hostesses for the evening. It was extra money, 
and a great way to do some networking. Nobody really knew for 
sure what went on at these soirees, though. To protect Scott's 
reputation, neither the guests nor the girls talked about 
them. But there were rumors, stories of naked starlets waiting 
hand and foot on Hollywood bigshots, willing to do anything to 
land even a bit part in a movie. Nicola's heart skipped at the 
thought. Since arriving in Hollywood from Melbourne, she'd 
experienced the hedonism of the town. Every adventure brought 
her one step closer to her goal of stardom, and gave her 
pleasures she'd never known before. "And just what would be 
expected of me?" she asked, coyly.
   Scott laughed. "Oh, nothing much. You'll be serving the 
guests. Food, drinks... that sort of thing."
   Nicola could almost hear the inverted commas around 'that 
sort of thing'. "Wow, I'm so glad you thought of me. I'd love 
to be a hostess at your party," she replied.
   "OK, sweetheart, it's 8 o'clock Saturday night. I'll send a 
car to pick you up. Wear your sexiest evening gown, and be 
prepared for the most fun you've ever had."
   Nicola thanked Scott again, and put the phone down. A 
Hollywood party hostess! She thought of the doors this would 
open for her. And just imagine what goes on in one of those 
things! Nicola shivered with delight. Or maybe she was 
shivering because she was still wet and naked?
   At almost seemed like Saturday would never come. Nicola 
hadn't been this excited since she was a little girl, waiting 
for Christmas morning. She went shopping to pick out just the 
right dress to wear. She settled on a slinky, low-cut red 
dress that clung to her body. Nicola also decided upon 
matching red panties as well, though no bra. The short skirt 
showed off her gorgeous tanned legs, while the plunging 
neckline precluded anything from being worn underneath, 
presenting Nicola's juicy breasts for all to see. As she got 
dressed, Nicola realised that if she bent over too much, she'd 
be in grave danger of popping out. Given that she was going to 
be serving drinks, there was a pretty good chance she'd be 
putting on a show for her guests. Oh well, Nicola thought with 
a naughty smirk. As Jennifer Aniston once said, who cares, 
I've got great boobs.
   Saturday night found Nicola dressed in her new gown, being 
carried through the city in the limo Scott had sent for her. 
It was a typically cool, dry LA evening, and as Nicola looked 
out the tinted windows with night gathering, she felt like a 
movie star on her way to a premier. She closed her eyes, 
indulging in her favourite fantasy- being chauffeur driven to 
the Chinese Theatre on Hollywood Boulevard, wearing nothing 
but a fur coat, diamonds, and a great big smile.
   They stopped outside Plaza Hotel. The driver stepped out 
and opened to door for Nicola. A little lost in her movie-star 
fantasy, Nicola stepped out, imagining a red carpet lay at her 
feet, surrounded by dozens of photographers calling her name.  
She smiled at them, blowing them imaginary kisses. The doorman 
looked her up with a leer. Nicola flashed the elderly gent her 
warmest smile as she breezed inside. 
   It wasn't a fantasy that, as she crossed the lobby, 
everyone turned to look at her. Everyone wanted to see who 
this supermodel brunette was, with the slim, tanned body 
packed into the tiny red dress. Every step made Nicola's boobs 
jiggle delightfully within the confines of her red dress. 
Nicola felt them undressing her with her eyes, and gave a 
proud toss of her hair as she strode past them and into the 
elevator. The operator, a young black man, eyed her up with a 
smirk, enjoying the view. "The penthouse suite, please," 
Nicola said. Still grinning, he replied, "Yes ma'am," and 
punched up the top floor. On the ride up, Nicola again felt 
butterflies in her stomach. A little anxious, she ran her 
fingers down the exposed part of her cleavage. What would it 
be like? What debauchery awaited her? Nicola could hardly wait 
to find out.
   Scott Keen met her at the door. He was a devastatingly 
handsome man in his late 20s, with brown hair, blue eyes, and 
a smile that made Nicola want to drop her knickers on the 
spot. In her career, Nicola was often required to fuck 
unattractive men, but Scott Keen was one man she was more than 
happy to oblige.  They kissed passionately, Scott slipping his 
tongue inside Nicola's mouth and swirling it around her own. 
He slid his hands down her waist to her ass, and gently 
massaged each cheek. Nicola moaned into his mouth, and pulled 
his thigh against her crotch. They continued to make out for a 
little longer, Nicola rubbing her pussy against his leg. 
Finally they broke apart.
   "God, Knickers," Scott breathed, "you're sure horny 
tonight."
   "Oooh, yes," she whispered, running her hands across his 
chest. Scott laughed in reply. "Come on in and meet your co-
hostesses." Scott took her by the arm and led her into the 
suite. "Knickers, meet Angel and Dizzy."
   Nicola's face fell. Angela "Angel" Monroe. The slim, raven-
haired beauty eyed Nicola up with a contemptuous smirk. They'd 
met before, been up for some of the same parts, and had 
quickly become bitter rivals. To have her here too, on what 
was to be the greatest night of her career, was a terrible 
blow. Nicola forced a smile, trying to be polite. Angela was 
dressed in a jet-black minidress, slit so high on the leg that 
most of that side of her body was bare. She had a fairly small 
bust, so her short skirt was designed to accent her creamy 
thighs, and perhaps a flash of something more.
   The other girl Nicola barely knew. Her name was Darci 
"Dizzy" Clay, a bubbly blonde with (by all accounts real) 44-
inch boobs. She was dressed in a strapless white gown that 
showed off generous amounts of her upper chest. Nicola had 
only ever seen her once, at a barbecue, dressed in a tight, 
beer-soaked t-shirt that read "I wish these were brains", 
giggling inanely as two guys stuffed hotdog weiners down the 
front of her cut-off denim shorts.
   Nicola was appalled to see Angela here, but was determined 
not to let is spoil her night. She greeted both her fellow 
hostesses, careful not to betray the animosity she felt for 
Angela. She had to admit, despite her icy exterior, Angela was 
very, very hot. Her chest was smaller than Nicola's, but she 
was a little taller and slimmer. If their last encounter was 
anything to go by, Angela was just as willing as Nicola to do 
whatever it took to advance her career.
   "OK, girls," said Scott, "Our guests will be here soon, so 
let's finish getting everything ready."
   In a low voice, Angela hissed to Nicola, "I saw you dry 
humping Scott's leg. You were like a bitch in heat. If you're 
going to act like that tonight, just stay away from me, slut."
   Nicola blushed, and tried to think of a witty comeback. 
Unfortunately, "Shut up!" in a whiney voice was the best she 
could manage.
   The hotel suite was cleared for tonight's party. A bar was 
set up at one end of the room, with a generous supply of 
alcohol. At the other end was a small raised floor, usually 
reserved for a grand piano, but tonight was occupied by a 
brass stand and a large glass bowl, like a fish bowl only 
empty. Scott informed the starlets that, for the first part of 
the evening, they would be mingling with the guests, getting 
them drinks. Nicola noted with anticipation that Scott didn't 
tell them what they'd be doing for the second part of 
tonight's festivities. She also couldn't help notice that the 
suite had three bedrooms, one for each of the beautiful 
hostesses. Nicola smiled, guessing at what was to come. But 
there was still one dark cloud: Angela. She tried to put her 
out of her mind and concentrate on the debauchery ahead.
   As if on cue, Nicola's rival called out her. "Well, 
Knickers, now that your best talents have been put to use, you 
might as well head home."
   "What's that supposed to mean?" Nicola retorted. She put 
her hands on her shapely hips, coolly meeting Angela's 
malevolent gaze.
   "I mean you're much better suited to shifting furniture 
than the arduous task of entertainment. You'd please the 
guests tonight alot more by going home and reading a book."
   Nicola was furious. "Just how are you going to please them, 
Miss Mini-tits? Iron their shirts on your chest?"
   Now is was Angela's turn to be incensed. She rushed forward 
with a screech, but was caught short by Scott.
   "Girls, girls, please." He seemed more amused than anything 
else. "If you want to settle this little argument, might I 
suggest something a little more lady-like?"
   "You could have a competition," piped up Dizzy. "Winner 
takes all."
   "What kind of competition?" Angela asked.
   "Well...," thought Scott. "I guess I could keep score for 
you both tonight. A total of the number of men you, er, 
'entertain'. Whoever is the most 'entertaining' wins."
   "Ooh, goody!" squealed Dizzy. "What does the winner get?"
   "Not the winner," cut in Angela. "The loser."
   "What have you got in mind?" asked Nicola.
   "The loser has to walk out of here, into the elevator, down 
to the lobby, out into the street and hail a cab home. Naked."
   "Naked?" Nicola raised an eyebrow.
   "You heard me," Angela replied with a smirk. "What's the 
matter, Miss 'You wanna see my tits for a dollar' ain't up to 
it?"
   Nicola wasn't about to back down now. She raised her chin. 
"Naked. No problem. I only hope you're up to it." The two 
starlets glowered at each other for a moment longer.
   Scott smiled, no doubt amused at the unexpected turn this 
was taking. With the room all ready, it was time to get on 
with the festivities. "You ladies ready to enjoy yourselves?" 
he asked.
   "I sure will," Angela replied.
   "Me too," Nicola quickly added.
   "I can't wait," squealed Darci.
   "You all know your places. Now, just remember what you have 
to do. For now, keep filling glasses, flirting a little, and 
make sure everyone is having a fabulous time. That'll just be 
to warm everybody up. I'll let you know what to do when the 
party really starts up."
   All three girls' eyes lit up with excitement. Tonight would 
be a night none of them would forget.
   As the guests arrived, Scott had Darci greet them at the 
door. The ditzy blonde was enjoying herself, welcoming each of 
them very warmly indeed. For her efforts, Darci was handsomely 
rewarded by the men with some very affectionate groping, and 
Nicola could see the giggling bimbo was having difficulty 
keeping her clothes in order. It was obvious that whilst 
liberties had been taken with Nicola's nickname, and Angela's 
was a downright lie, "Dizzy" really was an accurate term for 
Darci Clay.
   When they had finished molesting Dizzy at their leisure, 
the guys would come into the suite and be greeted by Nicola. 
She flashed them an inviting smile. 
   "Good evening gentleman, and welcome to the party. My name 
is Knickers, and it'll be my pleasure to serve you tonight." 
She continued to smile, even as the guests made crude jokes 
about her "serving" them. "Is there's anything you'd like me 
to get you from the bar?" The usual reply to this was "a 
couple of jugs" accompanied by some open leering down Nicola's 
blouse at her own very tempting couple of jugs. Nicola took it 
all in good humor, and laughed along with the guests, setting 
her beautiful breasts bouncing deliciously.
   The room quickly filled with horny men from the movie 
industry, of all shapes and sizes, races and creeds. There 
must've been at least 2 dozen people present, all of them 
bustling to get near one of the three lovely hostesses, and 
all of them wearing very broad grins. Nicola was busy for the 
first half-hour or so, scurrying back and forth to the bar for 
drinks for her thirsty guests. With her hands full carrying a 
serving tray, her body was vulnerable to the many roving hands 
around her. Nicola initially fought to keep them at bay, but 
soon got so horny herself she did nothing to stop the 
wandering caresses that stroked her thighs, made their way up 
her skirt, and openly fondled her breasts. As she returned to 
the bar to fill another order, Nicola would adjust her low-cut 
dress to hide a naughty nipple that had worked its way free.
   Needless to say, Nicola was loving all the attention. Being 
a model, she just loved being looked at, and the amorous 
affection her body was receiving was just the icing on the 
cake. As she squirmed with delight at yet another pair of 
hands cupping her boobs, Nicola found herself giggling as 
inanely as Dizzy had been just a few moments ago.
   Speaking of Dizzy, it was obvious she was becoming the real 
hit of the party, no doubt due to the size of her chest and 
her complete lack of inhibitions. Dizzy was fighting a losing 
battle to keep her tits inside her dress, and unlike Nicola 
had apparently given up on some semblance of decorum. As she 
glanced over at her now, both Dizzy's massive, snowy white 
boobs were hanging out, as Dizzy, her hands full with glasses, 
did her best to serve her very happy guests.
   Angela was also enjoying her fair share of attention. While 
a complete bitch to her fellow starlets, Angela was more than 
accommodating towards men. She was wide-eyed and grinning as a 
man reached down the front of her dress to retrieve an olive 
that had somehow made its way down her front. "Slut," thought 
Nicola to herself, and the next moment beamed with pleasure as 
one of the men behind her slid an olive down her cleavage. 
"Sorry, gorgeous, let me get that for you."
   "Why, thank-you, kind sir," Nicola said coquettishly, as 
his hand disappeared between her tits.
   With everyone nursing a full glass, the pace settled down a 
little, and the girls were able to kick back and chat with the 
guests. Nicola's sexy Australian accent made her an exotic 
treat for the movie people used to the Californian beach 
bunny. 
   "Uh-huh," Nicola replied to yet another question about her 
homeland, "sure there's plenty of topless sun bathing back 
home. It wasn't until I moved here I even bought a bathing 
suit with a top."
   "You sure do have a great all over tan," drawling one of 
the guests, staring hungrily at her barely-covered breasts.
   "Why thank-you," she replied.
   "Do you have any trouble doing nude scenes?" someone else 
asked.
   "Of course not, silly," Nicola replied. "I used to be a 
professional nude model. Why, sometimes I just find it so 
distracting to wear clothes at work." She laughed, and the men 
joined in. "I just looove my work," Nicola added. "Yeah, so do 
we!" someone called out.
   The men parted for a moment to allow Dizzy through. She was 
circulating through the crowd carrying the glass bowl in both 
hands. Hanging around her neck on a chain, and nestled between 
her boobs, was a small pocketbook and a pen. The bowl had a 
number of folded pages in it.
   "Hi guys! Everyone having a good time?" she asked. They 
cheered in reply.
   "I know I sure am," said Nicola with a grin. "I haven't had 
this many men crowded around me since I did a nude modelling 
shoot on Santa Monica pier!"
   "Well, I know you're all going to love what Scott's got 
planned for later on. He wants each of you guys to write your 
names on a piece of paper, fold it, and drop it into the 
bowl."
   The guests willingly complied, especially as doing so 
involved diving into Dizzy's cleavage to take a page and get 
the pen. With her tits groped yet again, Dizzy moved on. 
Nicola licked her lips, excited at what Scott might have in 
mind. Some kind of raffle, perhaps? And just what were the 
prizes going to be?
   "So, 'Knickers', eh?" Someone asked. "Where did you get 
that name from?"
   Nicola blushed on cue, remembering the story. It wasn't 
true, but she always got a thrill out of telling it.
   "When I was at school, one day we had P.E."
   "P.E?"
   "Physical Education. Gym. Anyway, I was in the changing 
room, with all the other girls, and I was about to change into 
my P.E. gear. Suddenly, I realised I had forgotten to put any 
panties on when I left for school. When I took my skirt off, I 
was completely naked from the waist down. One of the other 
girls noticed, and started laughing. Then, everyone joined in. 
I thought I was going to die. But I survived, and it was my 
first time naked in public. Anyway, they started calling me 
Knickers. It wasn't to be cruel or anything, just a nickname. 
And I've sorta had it ever since."
    The men were packed around her so tightly that Nicola had 
at least four male bodies squeezed against her, with those 
unlucky enough to be further away reaching through to stroke 
an arm or a leg. She could feel bulging crotches pressed 
against her body. Nicola was so tall, and the man on her right 
so short, that the crotch of his tented trousers rubbed 
against her bare thigh. Nicola shivered with delight. She was 
the centre of attention, and all those straining cocks were 
there for her.
   Just then, a roar of delight went up from a group of men 
clustered around another of the hostesses. Nicola craned to 
get a look at what was going on, and saw Angela, obviously 
offering to pick something up that had been dropped, bending 
over and pushing her ass into the air. As she lent over, her 
skirt rode up further and further, exposing her bare backside 
to the jubilant crowd. They came up far enough to reveal her 
bare pussy. Angela wasn't wearing any panties! Angela looked 
over her shoulder and gave a wicked grin. Nicola felt a rush 
of indignation that Angela was stealing her audience, and 
desperately tried to think of someway to win them back. Dizzy 
did so first, and called out in a loud voice:
   "I can do tricks with my boobs! Look!" 
   All eyes now turned to Dizzy, as first one breast, and then 
the other, and then in unison, began to jump out of her dress 
of their own accord. Her trick was greeted with applause from 
all.
   Scott chose that moment to call for everyone's attention. 
He was standing on the raised area of the suite, next to the 
glass bowl, which was now full of the names of every man in 
the room.
   "Alright, everybody, let's kick this party into high gear!" 
This announcement was greeted by a yell from the crowd. Scott 
waited until the commotion settled down. "Can I ask for our 
three lovely hostesses to make their way up here with me."
   Nicola, Angela and Dizzy made their way forward. Nicola's 
stomach swum with excitement. She couldn't stop smiling as she 
looked out on the room full of horny, eager men.
   "Now you've all had a chance to mingle with these ladies, 
but what say we really get to know them intimately?" Scott 
called. His audience hooted in reply. Scott pulled the 
grinning Dizzy to the front of the crowd. He was like a cheesy 
gameshow host, introducing the contestants. Or maybe about to 
hand out the prizes. "Tell us what your name is, sweetheart?"
   "I'm Dizzy," she giggled. "Hi, Dizzy!" the men called back 
in unison.
   "So, who wants to see me naked?" Dizzy shouted. There was 
only an incoherent roar that Nicola took to be a yes. Dizzy 
smiled demurely, and turning her back to the audience, slowly 
began to pull down the zipper on her dress. She slipped it off 
her shoulders, and, still with her back to the men, tugged it 
down so that she was naked to the waist. She smiled coyly over 
her shoulder, then turned around, her right arm draped across 
her spectacular chest, and the left holding up her dress. The 
audience started to chant, "Tits! Tits! Tits! Tits!"
   Dizzy threw her right arm into the air above her air, 
revealing her tits in all their glory. She had thick, stubby 
pink nipples, hard from the excitement, surrounded by saucer-
sized areolas. Then she drew her left up into the air as well, 
letting go of the dress, which felt at her feet. Like Angela, 
she wasn't wearing underwear either, and her blonde-muffed 
pussy was bared to the audience. They applauded wildly.
   Nicola found herself applauding too. She always got a bit 
of a thrill out of seeing other women naked, ever since her 
friend Jennifer had seduced her. The revelation that she was 
bi-sexual had come of a bit of a surprise, but it was quite 
useful for her career. Nicola just had to face it, she'd fuck 
pretty much anything.
   The applause for Dizzy's show eventually faded, and Scott 
took Angela by the arm, leading her to centre stage. "And just 
what is your name, young lady?" he asked. She cast a sultry 
gaze across the men. "I'm your little Angel," she said in a 
husky voice, "and I'll do anything to make your day." She 
closed her eyes, threw her head back and let a another moan as 
she reached behind her for the zipper on her dress. Angela 
started to grind her hips, dry humping the air. She licked her 
lips, her hot tongue darting out. The men stared open-mouthed 
as the raven-haired beauty turned stripping into an orgasm. 
The zipper came down slowly, Angela savoring every moment. The 
dress slid down  to reveal her smallish tits, topped with dark 
nipples. Angela continued to moan. The dress slid off her body 
altogether, pooling at her feet, baring her neatly trimmed 
muff to the audience. The moaning peaked, and Angela's hands 
found her hips as she thrust her pelvis forward in fake 
orgasm. Again, the crowd roared their approval, as Angela gave 
them a shy little smile.
   Finally, it was Nicola's turned. "And last but not least, 
all the way from down under..."
   "G'day," Nicola smiled to her audience, playing up her 
melodious accent. "I'm Knickers, and like all true-blue Aussie 
girls, I've got an all-over tan." She cupped her hand to her 
ear, pretending the wolf-whistles and cat-calls were a lucid 
expression of disbelief. "You say you don't believe me? Well, 
cop a load of this." Nicola started to unzip her dress, 
leaning forward so that her tits threatened to spill out 
before she had a chance to take her clothes off. Grinning at 
her cheering audience, Nicola slid the dress from her body. 
The feel of the material slipping along her skin got Nicola 
even hotter. The guests applauded the sight of her tanned, 
naked breasts, which bobbed as Nicola stepped out of her 
clothes. She still wore the red g-string, and turned so they 
could admire her ass as well.
   "What's that? You still don't believe me?" Nicola continued 
to play to her audience. She was, after all, an actress. 
Pretty much all of her glorious 38-25-35 body was already on 
display, and it was evident she did indeed have a fantastic 
all-over tan. "Well, I guess I better take it all off then." 
With a mischievous grin, Nicola peeled off her epithetical 
knickers, and threw them into the audience. Completely nude, 
she struck a classic model's pose, left hand on her hip, right 
leg thrust forward, milking her moment in the spotlight as her 
admirers fought over her underwear.
   "Alrighty, girls," said Scott. "Man, you three sure look 
tasty." The three naked starlets, just as horny as the men 
before them, beamed back at him. "Thank-you, Scott," they 
replied in unison. 
   "I'm going to ask each one of you to come forward and take 
a piece of paper from the bowl. Then read out the name of our 
first set of lucky winners."
   A hush descended over the male crowd, as everyone waited, 
hoping to be the one picked. They were practically drooling. 
Nicola was drooling too, although it wasn't her mouth that was 
watering.
   "Dizzy, if you'd like to be the first." Scott daintily took 
the nude blonde's hand and let her up to the bowl. Dizzy's 
enormous breasts swung violently with even the smallest steps. 
Someone called out, "No peeking!", and the giggling girl 
placed one hand over her eyes. She reached into the bowl and 
pulled out the first name. Everyone was silent, waiting and 
hoping to hear their name. Dizzy grinned, as if about to read 
the Oscar for best actor.
   "Martin Steinbeck," she announced.
   A whoop of joy came from one man, whom Nicola guessed could 
only be Steinbeck. A balding, middle-aged man bounded up next 
to Dizzy. If she was disappointed, she didn't show, squealing 
with delight and throwing her arms around him. Martin's face 
was one giant grin and he buried his head between Dizzy's 
boobs. The crowd clapped politely, all of them having to 
settle for runner up to sample the blonde starlet's special 
brand of hospitality. Dizzy escorted Martin off the stage, and 
the couple disappeared into one of the bedrooms.
   "And now our little Angel." Angela smiled demurely, and 
stepped forward. She reached into the glass bowl, and produced 
a name.
   "Rick Ellis," she announced. A tall, handsome guy in his 
20s stepped forward. Nicola noticed a look of relief spread 
across Angela's face that her first client wasn't another 
"Martin Steinbeck". Her beautiful if bitchy face lit up. 
Angela eagerly threw herself upon the guy, opening her mouth 
to kiss him passionately. A murmur of amusement rose from the 
audience as they continued to neck enthusiastically on stage. 
Finally, Angela broke away panting, and dragged Rick toward a 
free bedroom.
   "Last," continued Scott, "but certainly not least, 
Knickers." Nicola smiled at her cheering audience, and stepped 
up to the bowl. She bent over to reach in, her erect nipples 
brushing against the glass, causing her to shiver. She drew 
out a name. Nicola paused for effect. And what an effect. The 
brunette model-turned-actress stood naked before a room full 
of lust-crazed movie producers, directors, and executives, all 
them of waiting for her to announce that they would have the 
honor of fucking her first. All eyes were riveted to the body 
of the gorgeous Australian girl, drinking in the sight of her 
silky long legs - her well groomed muff - her smooth stomach - 
her full breasts - her lovely sweet face. They all wanted her, 
but, for now at least, only one would be able to enjoy the 
pleasure of her charms.
   "Will Jackson," Nicola read.
   The crowd parted, and a grinning black man stepped on 
stage. Nicola gasped in surprise. At 5'9'', plus a couple of 
inches for her heels, she was hardly a midget, but Will 
towered over her. He had been wearing a suit before, but had 
since taken the jacket off, and rolled up his shirt sleeves. 
Nicola ran her small hands over his naked, muscular forearms, 
pulling his giant frame against her eager body. If Nicola had 
been horny before, she was practically on fire now. In a 
sexual daze, Nicola led Will into the remaining bedroom.
   Inside, the naked starlet jumped up onto the bed on all 
fours, and scooted her pretty little ass around so that she 
faced the very lucky winner.
   "Where would you like me to begin?" Nicola asked.
   "God that is a sexy accent," Will grinned. "You know, I've 
always wanted a girl from down under to go down on me."
   "OK," Nicola said cheerily. As she reached up and began to 
unbuckle his belt, Nicola had the most adorable look on her 
face. The tip of her tongue poked out between her pearly 
teeth, as she gently pulled down the zipper on his pants. She 
reached in and pulled out his twitching cock. The dark, 
circumcised head glistened in the light. Nicola let out an 
appreciative gasp.
   "You like it?" Will asked.
   "I love it!" Nicola replied. Although still a little 
flaccid, Nicola could barely wrap her hand around the shaft. 
Her eyes shone with desire, as Will's penis began to throb and 
grow. Under her tender handling, the monster began to rear up 
at the naked starlet.
   "You want to put it into that pretty little mouth of 
yours?" Will asked. Nicola grinned. "I sure want to try!" 
Still kneeling on the bed, Nicola leant forward and slipped 
her ruby lips over the hot meat. Only a few months ago, the 
most erotic thing she had had in her mouth was a popsicle. All 
that had changed, and since coming to Hollywood the jobbing 
starlet had gained lots of experience in cock-sucking. Will's 
dick had swollen to its full size, and was now slick with his 
own juices and Nicola's saliva. She went to work, gently 
sliding her mouth up and down the length of his prick. Her 
beautiful blue eyes looked up to his Will's own. Nicola was 
determined to give him the full benefit of her skills. Will 
groaned in pleasure, reaching forward to run his hands through 
Nicola's silky hair. Still standing at the foot of the bed, he 
adjusted his stance, preparing himself for the best blow-job 
of his life. 
   Nicola picked up the pace. Her hands were around his waist 
now, caressing his smooth, dark skin. She could almost feel 
the cum rising in his balls. Will was approaching bursting 
point. Although this would deny Nicola a fuck on her first 
man, it would get her onto the next, and one up on Angela 
while her partner was still vainly trying to find her tits. It 
was also quite a compliment to make a man orgasm so quickly.
   "I want to cum on that gorgeous face of yours." Will was in 
seventh heaven, and it was hardly surprising, with the sexy 
Australian sex kitten fucking him with her lips. Nicola 
reluctantly withdrew his meat from her mouth, and went back to 
pumping her with her hand. Will let out a gasp, and a stream 
of semen burst from his dick, spraying out across Nicola's 
smooth skin. As a model, Nicola's face had graced a few 
magazine covers, but never like this. She giggled with glee, 
and made a half-hearted attempt to wipe it off.
   With that, Will thanked her, pulled up his pants and left. 
Nicola's guest hadn't quelled her desire, only made her even 
hornier, but as Will exited another man entered to take his 
place. He smiled down at the nude girl, lying on the bed still 
laughing. Nicola's legs were wide open, with her slick pussy 
ready to greet her new client.
   "Howdy," he said, and began to undress.
   "Hi," replied Nicola with a grin. 
   The next couple of hours were a blur to Nicola. Cocks came 
and went. All shapes, all sizes, all colors. She lost count of 
the number of men who came in to fuck her. All the faces were 
lost in a haze of sexual pleasure, as Nicola was literally 
fucked every which way and loose. After a while they were 
coming in twos and threes, and Nicola felt multiple hot, eager 
dicks slipped into her mouth, her pussy, her hands. Probably 
trying to keep the lines down, Nicola thought with a smirk. 
Eventually the stream of men ceased, and she dozed off, 
falling asleep with a very big smile on her face.
   Nicola awoke with a start. Two o'clock. It was late, or 
early, depending on your point of view. Nicola went and took a 
shower in the on-suite bathroom, refreshing herself after the 
night of debauchery. Afterward, she stood in the bedroom, 
towelling off her wet, naked body. As she'd left her clothes 
in the main room of the suite, Nicola didn't have anything to 
put on. However, she had long grown accustomed to walking 
around bare-ass naked, and was nude as she stepped back out of 
the bedroom. Scott was sprawled on a couch, reading a 
magazine. Angela, dressed in her black evening gown, was 
pacing the floor impatiently. All the guests were gone, and so 
too was Dizzy, no doubt having left with one of them.
   "It's about time," Angela snarled. She cast a sneering eye 
over Nicola's naked body. "I see you're all ready to get 
what's coming to you. Or have you forgotten our little wager?"
   "Not at all," Nicola replied with a smile. "I just didn't 
want you to be naked alone before you have to walk down onto 
the street." All the same, Nicola didn't bother to get dressed 
right away just in case she had lost. She didn't want to give 
Angela the satisfaction of making her strip.
   "Well," said Scott, "It was pretty tight there for a while. 
A very close race indeed. Worthy of a photo finish."
   "Who won?" the two girls cried at once. Scott smirked.
   "You've never going to believe this," he replied. 
"Knickers, you were very entertaining tonight on no less than 
32 different occasions." Nicola grinned, pleased at her score. 
"And Angel, tonight the number of times you pleasured our 
guests was... also 32."
   "What?" yelled Angela. "A tie?"
   "Afraid so." Scott was obviously enjoying himself.
   "Dammit!" swore Angela. She turned to leave.
   "Not so fast," called Nicola. "I believe our bet said that 
the loser had to strip and walk downstairs naked."
   Angela rolled her eyes. "Listen, you Aussie bimbo, we both 
fucked the same number of guys, 32. That means we both won."
   "Yeah, another way to look at it is we both lost."
   Angela stopped short. 
   "She's got you there," said Scott.
   "But, but..." Angela stammered. "You'd have to do it too!"
   Nicola shrugged her shoulders. "I'm already dressed for it. 
What's the matter, *Angel*, afraid that someone will see you 
and wonder why a naked boy is wandering around the hotel?"
   Angela colored, but said nothing. Slowly, she unzipped, 
once again baring her naked body, but this time with less 
enthusiasm. "Let's just get this over with," she said between 
clenched teeth.
   Nicola turned to Scott and smiled. "Thank-you for a lovely 
evening Scott," she beamed. "Would you look after my lovely 
new dress for me, please? I can't remember where I left it, 
but its round her somewhere." She waved her hand to indicate 
vaguely the last place she'd seen her clothes. Scott smiled in 
return. "Sure thing Knickers." He gave the nude starlet a 
chaste kiss on the cheek.
   The naked women stepped out of the suite, and proceeded to 
walk down the corridor toward the elevator. Nicola was a 
little nervous at being naked in public, but was determined 
not to let Angela see it. She defiantly held her head up high, 
enjoying the feel of the carpet under her bare feet. Angela 
was trying to keep her cool, too. Neither of them attempted to 
cover up- not so much as a nipple was afforded even an ounce 
of modesty. Anyone walking by would have been greeted with the 
enchanting sight of two of Hollywood's finest in all their 
naked glory.
   They buzzed for the lift. It seemed like an eternity to 
wait, but Nicola endured. Angela seemed to be bearing up less 
well. Finally, it arrived, and the doors opened, revealing to 
the young attendant the sexiest vision he'd ever seen. "Hot 
damn," he cried. The two girls entered the lift. Nicola smiled 
at him, as he groped her body with his eyes.
   "Lobby, please," said Nicola. Angela tried to hide in the 
back of the elevator. The attendant caught the movement in the 
corner of his eye and turned to look at her now. "Oh, don't be 
shy," Nicola said. "Why don't you show the nice young man your 
lovely tits?" Angela glared at her, but said nothing.
   As they travelled down, the attendant let out a whistle. 
"What a party that must've been. I bet the entertainment was 
something else!"
   "Honey," replied Nicola, as the elevator stopped and the 
two naked girls stepped out. "We *were* the entertainment." He 
stared at her cute little ass as it wiggled away. "Damn," he 
murmured. "Not one fucking tan-line."
   They crossed the lobby at a brisk pace. Although the 
lateness of the hour meant it was largely deserted, the night 
staff were on duty. The concierge, a smartly dressed middle-
aged woman, did a double take and stared in disbelief. They 
ignored them. The doorman caught sight of them with a grin, 
and raised his top hat. 
   Nicola emerged into the night, the reluctant Angela in tow. 
She felt the cool kiss of the LA night caress her nudity. A 
car drove past, tooting its horn. Nicola waved back, setting 
her boobs jiggling. She didn't feel embarrassed anymore, only 
confident she had a killer bod that everyone wanted to see. 
And she wanted them to see it.
   "Good-evening Miss," said the doorman. "Shall I try and 
hail you a cab?"
   "That's OK, I can do it," Nicola replied with a smile. "I 
think I'd have much better luck getting one than you."

THE END
of "Hollywood Party Hostesses"
But Nicola will return
in
"The Starlets"

N.B- This story was partly inspired by the final act of Black 
Demon's "Cruise Ship Captives." He often does sequels, I'm 
hoping he'll do one for that tale!