The crowd roared their delight. The studio cameras crowded around the hapless Nicola, catching every angle of her predicament. She could see on the floor monitor an evil grin of delight on Angela's face. "OK, you win! Get off me!" Nicola squealed. From behind her Angela coldly replied, "It ain't over yet. You heard the lady- we're supposed to fight dirty." Angela suddenly released one of Nicola's arms. She flailed wildly, but uselessly. Angela's free hand untied Nicola's bikini top, and with a good tug pulled it out from beneath the pinned starlet. Nicola yelped. She looked up at the audience. They were laughing now, applauding her dilemma. Kitten circled the pool, but did not intervene. This was a fight with no rules. Nicola, helpless, was humiliated. She started to blush, a deep red bloom on her cheeks that spread down across the exposed top of her chest. But it seemed Angela was far from finished.
The raven-haired beauty grabbed Nicola's one free hand. Nicola could feel her tying something to the wrist. It was her own bikini top! Angela yanked the captured hand across and began to bind it tightly to the other. Nicola's hands were being tied behind her back with her own bikini top! She continued to writhe, but with her hands bound it was an even more futile gesture, as she wiggled like a worm in the oil. She could still kick, but Angela sat back on her legs, pinning them to the ground as well.
Again, Nicola felt Angela's fingers loosen the knot that held her bikini bottoms together. "Okey-dokey now, here we go," she said with an evil smirk. There was nothing Nicola could do as her archenemy stripped her naked in front of the jeering crowd. Angela tugged the remaining half of her bikini free, and used it to tie Nicola's ankles together. Nicola was now completely helpless. This was without a doubt the most humiliating moment of her life. But still, Angela wasn't finished.
"How about a show, boys?" Angela called out to the audience. The reply was an incoherent roar. Angela knelt down, hauling Nicola over her knee. Her exposed bottom glistened enticingly under the hot studio lights. Cackling with glee, Angela raised her right hand in the air.
SMACK. She brought it down on Nicola's backside. She let out a squeal, more of shame than actual pain. Her face burned with embarrassment as she choked back tears. Again Angela raised her hand, and brought another blow down on Nicola's poor bottom. The audience was going wild- this was beyond what they had hoped. Angela continued to spank Nicola at will, raining down blows. At last she stopped, panting. Nicola's face and bottom were both bright red. She peered out at the audience from behind strands of hair plastered to her face with oil and sweat. "I think we know who the real winner is tonight," Angela declared. She stood up, facing the crowd with a victorious grin.
Kitten helped Nicola to her feet, pulling free her bonds. The Aussie starlet's eyes were red and moist. Tony had come down from his desk and now stood near the pool, regaling the audience with how wonderful a match they'd seen tonight. With Nicola untied, Kitten stood between them, holding each by the wrist. In a loud voice, she cried: "I declare the winner and champ-een Knickers Baron!" With that, she raised the startled Nicola's arm above her head.
All hell broke lose. The audience was cheering, vocal in their approval of Kitten's choice of winner. Angela was enraged and stunned. "WHAT? Her???"
Tony led Nicola to the front of the stage. The naked starlet, still slick with oil and a little red from the spanking, gave her fans a stunned smile. "Thank-you, thank you all!" She cried, throwing them kisses.
"What the hell is going on here?" Angela demanded. "I won!" Kitten gave a thin-lipped smile. "I believe I said the winner would be whoever puts up the best show. Nicola definitely did that tonight."
Angela was stunned. "We'll see about that," she murmured through clenched teeth. She took a step toward Nicola, but Kitten grabbed by the wrist and spun her around. "We got one rule around here, sister, show your tits and show 'em with a smile. I notice you're the only one still covered up." Angela gave a snarl, and brought her fist back to punch Kitten.
The busty hostess didn't bat an eyelid. She gave an exaggerated shrug of her shoulders. Her massive boobs swung up with considerable force and crashed together on either side of Angela's head. She went down, knocked out cold. Kitten smiled and patted her tits. "Good work, girls."
Oblivious to the fracas behind her, the naked Nicola basked in the adoration of her fans. How many of them would rush out next month and rent Bikini Stewardesses 2 she wondered. How many of them, their appetites whetted by tonight's entertainment, would be salivating to see more of Nicola's body? And willing to pay for the pleasure? She smiled, as she waved out at them. Yep, she was pretty sure tonight had been a good move for her career.
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