Nicola could feel the nearness of Tony's orgasm. She'd only been sucking him off for a short time, and it was a little disappointing that she'd have to wait her turn, but there would be plenty of time after the show for a nice long screw, back at Tony's place. Nicola's purring pussy would have to wait till later to be pumped by the dick currently being serviced by Nicola's lips.
Not for the first time Nicola was amazed at the changes that had overtaken her in the past few months. Not long again she had been a professional model back in her hometown of Melbourne. Although gorgeous, she had been something of a prude. But since getting a new agent, and coming to Hollywood to launch her acting career, Nicola's sex drive had leapt into warp speed. Whereas back then she would only model modest and tasteful swimsuits and lingerie, she was now fully prepared to strip naked on camera. In fact, in a very short time the man whose cock she was slurping on would entice her to shed her inhibitions, and her clothes, before an audience of millions of cable TV viewers. Nicola purred with pleasure at the thought.
But first, there was the little matter in hand. Or rather, not so little. Nicola's expert blowjob skills were bringing Tony to climax. She used her free hands to caress his heavy balls, coaxing the cum out of them. Nicola could feel the violent spasms within his flesh. Tony's cock was becoming a bucking bronco, with Nicola just the cowgirl to ride him.
Just then the dressing room door swung open and the wardrobe girl returned with Nicola's outfit for the show. The surprise caught Nicola off-guard, and for a moment she nearly lost her rhythm, but recovered nicely, with Tony feeling nothing but pleasurably more of his manhood sliding down Nicola's bottomless throat. The girl didn't bat an eyelid as she laid out the clothes on the dresser and Nicola guessed it was an everyday occurrence for Tony Moroni to be serviced by his delectable guests before the show.
"Hi Tony," said the girl. "Hiya Debbie," Tony replied. He gestured toward the brunette head beavering away at his crotch. "Debbie, this is Knickers. Knickers, Debbie."
"Hi there Knickers," Debbie said cheerfully. Her mouth full, Nicola's reply was a friendly, if muffled greeting.
With a grunt Tony came, spurting cum down the back of Nicola's throat. She swallowed eagerly, slurping down his seed before he had a chance to pull out of her mouth and spray the sticky stuff all over. Nicola knew from experience it was not a good idea to let a blow-job ruin her make-up or hair right before she went on camera. And the only way to do that was to gulp down every last drop, with an extra swirl of her tongue under Tony's foreskin to get clean him off.
Tony let out an appreciative sigh as he stood and buckled his pants. "Sorry to cum and run, but there's another guest on the show tonight I gotta go 'attend to'." Nicola felt a twinge of jealously, but of course Tony wouldn't devote a whole show just to her. "Who is it? Anyone I know?"
"Maybe," Tony replied with an enigmatic smile as he walked out the door.
"OK," said Debbie as Nicola picked her naked bottom off the floor. "I've gone for something a bit glitzy and glamorous. Try these on."
Her outfit consisted of a strapless boobtube top, covered in blue sequins. It sparkled as Nicola held it between her fingers. The bottom was a silky strip of black material, a daringly-short miniskirt.
"No underwear?" Nicola asked. Debbie laughed. "Not on this show!" With the attractive girl's assistance, Nicola slipped the revealing ensemble on. The top fit snugly around her superb body. Her tits were covered by the sparkly blue costume, although plenty of Nicola's cleavage was on display. Also on display were her tanned shoulders and upper chest, as well as her bare midriff and bellybutton. The skirt was just as daring. It was so short, more like a wide belt than anything else, revealing plenty of her sexy long legs. Nicola plucked at the hemline, wanting to show off as much as possible, trying to find the happy medium between exposure and decency. But then again, on this show there was no decency. Nicola knew that at some point she'd be taking the skirt off and showing the cheering audience what was under that hemline.
Nicola posed in front of the mirror, satisfied with the outfit. Debbie looked her over as well, examining Nicola's fine curves with more than just a professional glint in her eye. Uh-oh, thought Nicola. Another girl-on-girl encounter, perhaps? Nicola had been strictly straight before she came to Hollywood (well, there was *one* time...), but since her friend and 'Bikini Bandits' co-star Jennifer had seduced her at an audition, Nicola had developed a roving eye for the ladies as well. She and Jennifer were still good mates, and after partying together often wound up in the sack gently nibbling on each other's clits well into the night.
But before Nicola could pursue Debbie's interest further, there was a sharp rap on the dressing room door. "Come in," Nicola called. The door opened, and a be-spectacled, acne-scarred face poked inside. It was Scooter, the Assistant Assistant Floor Manager. "Miss Baron?" he asked, his yet-to-break voice skipping through several octaves, "you're wanted on the floor."
"Coming," Nicola replied, and followed him as her led her around behind the set. Not quite 'led' though, as Scooter lagged behind, obviously entranced with the sight of Nicola's bottom wiggling with each step in her tight little skirt. Nicola smirked. Tonight was going to be fun.
They were right behind the red stage curtain. "We'll just have to wait here for..." Scooter's voice trailed off as something caught his eye. His mouth opened, and he looked for all the world like a stunned mullet. Nicola turned to see what he was staring at- and her jaw dropped too.
Walking toward them was one of the most gorgeous women Nicola had set eyes on. She was very tall and statuesque, even taller than Nicola herself. She had long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. But what grabbed Nicola's attention was the fact that she was naked from the waist up, revealing an enormous pair of tits. Huge whoppers, topped with luscious pink nipples, they bounced with every step she took across the backstage area. She wore a sparkly, silver-sequined skirt that ended just below her navel, and Nicola easily imagined the reason she was topless was because no garment could ever restrain that rack. The well-endowed girl grinned as she spotted Nicola and sauntered over.
"It's Nicola, isn't it?" she extended a hand. "I'm Kitten Magee, the show's co-hostess." Still a little stunned, Nicola shook her hand, causing her stupendous boobs to jiggle.
"Scooter..." Kitten addressed the AAFM, but he didn't hear her. He was still staring down at her chest. Nicola didn't blame him! Kitten gave a sigh of exasperation and pushed Scooter's chin up so that his eyes were finally looking up into hers. "That's be all Scooter. Please go and check on our second guest."
"Right away, Miss Magee!" he replied, and dashed off, nearly tripping over a cable in the process. Kitten shook her head and laughed. "No matter how many times we do the show, he always acts like this is the first time he's seen these puppies."
"You mean you always go on like this? Topless?" Nicola asked. She was having the same problem as Scooter, unable to stop staring at Kitten's tits. If she minded, though, she didn't show it.
"Yup," Kitten replied. "Tony and I always do a 'bit' about it. Here, you can watch on the floor monitor." She pointed toward a TV screen nearby.
"You must have phenomenal ratings," Nicola murmured. Kitten noticed her staring and smiled. She slipped her hands under her boobs and bounced them playfully for Nicola. "You like them? 46DD, all natural, not an ounce of silicone. Go ahead, have a feel." Nicola gave her a surprised look. "Go on," Kitten urged her, "they won't bite." Nicola reached and gently squeezed Kitten's generous helpings of boob. They felt so soft beneath her fingertips. She trailed her nails across the sensitive aureoles, causing Kitten's nipples to stiffen. Like many women with outsize tits her aureoles were large saucers the size of Nicola's palm, and the nipples tasty little nubs that cried out to be sucked. Utterly fascinated, Nicola continued to grope Kitten until she finally interrupted her.
"Ahem, if you've finished, we can start the show," Kitten said with a playful smirk. Nicola blushed alittle, and withdrew her delicate hands, but continued to eye up Kitten's rack. Nicola noticed that the red 'on air' lights were now on, and everyone backstage was quiet. Kitten raised a microphone to her lips and spoke. The show had begun!
"Filmed live on videotape from beautiful West Hollywood before a studio audience, it's 'The Tony Moroni Show', TV's most outrageous half-hour! Now please put your hands together for the man himself, Mr. Tony Moroni!"
Suddenly, from the other side of the curtain came a burst of whistles, hoots, and yells backed by wild applause. Nicola jumped, realizing for the first time that she standing just a few yards from a rather large audience of men, all of them here to see her get up to some late-night hi-jinx. Nicola suddenly felt the flutter of butterflies in her stomach. Be brave, Knickers! she told herself. It's not like you've never done anything like this before.
As Nicola was mildly panicking Tony continued with his opening monolog. She could see on the floor monitor he was standing on the other side of the curtain. Wearing a leisure suit and slacks, Tony seemed to be playing up the similarity between himself and a certain TV gangster. The show was pretty much like 'The Tonight Show', although the joke Tony was telling was far racier than anything Johnny ever told.
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