Yknow," Tony continued, "as much fun as it was seeing you up there on the big screen, I'm sure we'd all enjoy seeing your 'acting skills' displayed here in the studio."
It took a moment for Nicola to realize what he was asking. She smiled, playing it coy. "Oh, I don't know about that Tony. Taking my clothes off on live TV in front of an audience? I don't know if I could do something *that* risqu ."
"Sure you could," Tony entreated her. "A gorgeous young woman like you's got nothing to be ashamed of." Tony turned to his audience. "How about it guys? Who wants to see Knickers give us a bit of a show?"
There was a roar of affirmation for the eager crowd of men, many of them waiting on the edge of their seats in anticipation. This is what they had paid to come see, a beautiful Hollywood starlet giving her all, and Nicola wasn't about to disappoint them. This was her true moment of glory. She pretended to think about it for a while longer. "Well..." She slipped the tip of her finger into her mouth and gave a wicked grin. "OK."
Nicola stood up from the couch again. She stared down the camera lens, seducing the audience with her hypnotic blue eyes. Slowly, she began to undulate. Nicola closed her eyes, moaning softly. The camera was glued to her body, following her every move. Nicola was grinding her hips in the air, making love to an invisible partner. Once again, she felt a mysterious power of lust and desire to be the center of attention take over body, casting off her inhibitions. She wanted to be naked, she wanted men- and women- to see her stark naked, to ogle her bare tits and glistening pussy. Nicola wanted to be wanted to fuck. Arching her back and pushing her boobs forward, Nicola reached behind her, feeling for the zip on her boob tube. She pulled it down in a single motion. The garment fell off, but Nicola caught it and continued to dance, teasing the audience, using it as a screen to cover her luscious tits. Finally, she tossed it aside, baring her magnificent chest to her adoring fans. Next came the skirt. Nicola grasped the hem, pulled in up, so that it bunched together into a thin band of material riding high on her shapely hips. It really was just a belt now, as Nicola tugged the hem up more and more of her muff was revealed to the camera. She stopped, with just the bottom V of her crotch exposed. She cast a naughty teasing look down the lens, and then slipped the skirt down. It slid effortlessly down her legs, and lay like a puddle of silk at her feet.
Nicola was now completely naked, except for her high-heels and the look of absolute pleasure on her pretty face. She stopped moving and assumed a classic model's pose- leg slightly forward, hands on hips, boobs out, chin high. As enchanting in video and print as she was, Nicola nude in person was quite a sight to see, and many of her audience would remember for a long time. Staring out into their see of lust-crazed faces, Nicola wasn't about to let an opportunity slip by.
"Remember guys, that's Bikini Stewardesses 2, starring me, in your local video store from next month. Don't forget to rent it."
Her heart pounding, Nicola sat back down on the couch, feeling its soft velvet tickle her bare bottom.
"Well, with that, I think we better go to a commercial break. But stay tuned, cos we'll be right back when you can see even more of Nicola- if that's possible- and we'll meet our next guest."
The Floor Manager shouted "Clear!", and they were off the air. Kitten put an arm around Nicola and drew the nude starlet close to her, her enormous left boob rubbing against Nicola's arm. "You were wonderful," Kitten purred. "Thanks," Nicola replied. "You were right, this is fun!"
"Honey, there's more to come yet," replied Kitten. Was that a wicked glint in her eye, Nicola wondered. Was there a surprise in store for me?
"Back in 1!" yelled the FM. Kitten gave Nicola a quick peck on the cheek. "Wait here, sweetheart, we have to go introduce the next guest." With that, Kitten stood and joined Tony standing back in front of the red curtain. Nicola wondered who it could be. Someone famous perhaps?
The studio lights came back up. The FM called the countdown into the show, and they were back on air.
"Welcome back, you're watching 'The Tony Moroni Show'. Wow Kitten, that Knickers is one hot broad," said Tony.
"Mmm, you can say that again Tony," Kitten replied. "I wouldn't mind finding her after the show in my dressing room with a pair of flying goggles and a stick of wet celery." Tony scrunched up his face trying to picture *that*, and the audience chuckled.
"Well, thanks for sharing that Kitten," Tony said at last. "Who's our next guest tonight?"
"Our next guest is also a rising young Hollywood starlet. She's been a professional nude model since she was 18. She's appeared in several videos, including Supermodel Skinnydip Party and Undercover Cheerleaders. Her new movie, Bikini Quantity Surveyors hits the stores next month. Please welcome, Miss Angela Monroe!"
Nicola's face fell. A tall, slim, raven haired beauty strode out from behind the curtain, dressed in an elegant, if rather short, black cocktail dress. It was Angela "Angel" Monroe, Nicola's bitter rival in Hollywood. Since the day they met Angela had been cruel and nasty toward Nicola. Angela practically threw herself at Tony, French kissing him with an enthusiasm that drew howls of delight from the audience. Nicola scowled. This was not going to be fun after all!
Kitten led Angela onto the couch, while Tony sat behind his desk. Angela cast a scornful glance at Nicola before sitting down next to her. Nicola, still naked, squirmed, feeling distinctly underdressed next to the sophisticated Angela.
"Angela, I understand you have a little nickname too?"
"Yes, Tony. All my men friends like to call me 'Angel'." She looked into the camera and fluttered her eyelashes, eliciting a collective "ahhh" from the crowd.
Nicola gave a snort, but said nothing. Angela pretended not to hear her.
"You're a model, and an actress, just like Knickers here. I bet it's a real tough profession."
"That's right Tony. Ysee, our industry is full of *foreigners*, so Americans have to compete for jobs with them. Plus there are so many girls who are total sl*ts who will do anything to land parts. It's hard for an honest, American girl to earn a living." She cast several glances over at Nicola, who was silently beginning to fume.
Tony had obviously twigged to the situation. He smirked and asked, "It sounds like there's some real competition going on here in Hollywood."
"Not really, Tony," Angela replied, with a casual flick of her hair. "It's just no contest. The lucky few of us with talent get the leads, while the bimbo sl*ts just fuck their way to bit parts. For three months at any rate, before they get deported back to where they came from." Angela turned to Nicola for the first time. "You've been here for almost three months now, haven't you?"
Nicola gave a forced smile. "Talent is something you're born with, Tony. You've either got it..." she arched her back, emphasizing her 38 natural tits, "...or you don't." She gazed at Angela's chest. The dark-haired beauty had much smaller boobs than Nicola, a sore point between them (or rather, two sore points). Angela gritted her teeth, but didn't rise to the bait. She took a deep breath, puffing out her perky, but petite bust. "Unfortunately some actresses have all their talent in their tits."
"I guess that means no tits, no talent," Nicola retorted. Angela was furious. Forgetting she was on TV, she rounded on Nicola and screamed, "sl*t!"
"Cow!"
"Bimbo!"
"b*tch!"
"You've never worn underwear in your life, *Knickers*."
"You can talk," Nicola retorted. "You're still wearing the training bra your mum bought you when you were 12."
Angela gasped, her face a mask of shock at such an insensitive jibe. Nicola realized she'd gone too far. Angela turned pink, then bright red. With a scream she leapt across the couch at Nicola, grabbing her by the hair. Nicola squealed in pain, and seized the front of Angela's dress. It tore easily, her perky tits popping into view. Angela's hands were scrabbling at Nicola's chest now, but as she was naked, her nails dug into Nicola's soft tits.
"Ladies, ladies, please," Tony said. "Remember where you are."
The two starlets stopped. They turned to look at the studio audience and the cameras, realizing they were catfighting on live TV. Tony smiled.
"I'm afraid we've got a little confession to make, haven't we Kitten?"
"That's right, Tony," she replied with a shrug.
"Ysee, we knew all along about your little feud, and that's why we invited you both to be here tonight."
"What?" hissed Angela.
"We thought we'd help you settle this once and for all. And what better way to settle an argument between two women, audience?"
"BIKINI OIL WRESTLING!" the crowd roared back. Nicola jumped in surprise. Bikini Oil Wrestling? That's why they wanted her on the show?
"So what do you say, girls? You wanna strip down and oil up for us, and get alittle payback at the same time? Winner will be whoever gives the best show."
The feuding starlets were lost for words. Nicola finally found her voice. "Sure. Why not? I said I'd be game, didn't I?" She turned to Angela. The beautiful if b*tchy model still sat with her small tits hanging out of the front of her dress. She wore a viper's grin. "It would be my pleasure."
The audience applauded. But Nicola was worried. That was an awful glint she spied in Angela's eye.
"OK, we're gonna take a quick commercial break, but stay with us cos we'll be right back with more fun, plus the bikini oil wrestling grudge match of the century, Knickers Baron versus Angel Monroe. You *do not* want to miss that!"
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