Prologue
Anna Nicole Smith, aka Secret Agent Hooters stood nervously on the edge of the large stage at the 'Horny Monkey' bar. Anna was dressed in a plain white t-shirt that looked about three sizes too small for her and a black g-string bikini bottom. The small shirt stretched taut across her ample breasts, leaving little to the imagination, including the hard tips of her nipples which jutted against the cotton, plainly visible. The bottom of the shirt hung down barely below her breasts, leaving her flat midriff bare.
From her excellent vantage point up on the stage, Anna looked down at the target she and another agent had been assigned to protect. Amongst the crowd of young men in the large bar was Ryan Thompson, son of presidential candidate and senator Richard Thompson. The eighteen year old was with a large group of his college mates who were all heavily inebriated and downing more beer as Anna watched on. Ryan was an average, perhaps slightly handsome looking young man, with a strong build and a dark tan. He obviously enjoyed the good times and was happily partying with his mates.
Anna's view was suddenly blocked by a gorgeous brunette with long straight hair walked back across Anna's field of vision from the front of the stage. The brunette was wearing a skimpy g-string and t-shirt combo much like Anna, but her shirt was soaking wet, the white material practically transparent and clinging to her ample tits.
"Give it up for our next contestant, Anna!" said the announcers voice over the loudspeaker. Anna found the spotlight suddenly directed straight onto her as a young man came towards her with two beer pitchers in his hands.
Anna didn't wait for the water however, she immediately ripped off her shirt, her large, gorgeous breasts bouncing free and causing the male crowd to roar their approval. The young man wasn't going to be thwarted in his duties however and as Anna got close he poured the two pitchers of water onto her bare chest.
Anna yelped as the cold water splashed over her torso, the chill immediately causing her nipples to harden. She laughed in surprise, kissed the man and then ran onto the center of the stage, her huge tits bouncing delightfully as she moved. The crowd ate up the appearance of this stunning, topless blonde, cheering ecstatically as she jiggled her way to the center of the stage. Anna, surprising herself with the way she was enjoying all the attention from the crowd of hormone-charged college boys, danced across the front of the stage, shaking her ample tits, rolling her hips and pelvis and really turning on the crowd. Anna slid her hands slowly and seductively up her sides, and up to cup her big tits, squeezing them together and pulling on her nipples. She then turned, her back to the crowd, proudly displaying her tight, round ass in the skimpy black g-string, to the delight of the cheering men. Anna leant forwards, showing off her ass to better effect and looked down and back through her long legs at the crowd.
Keeping them hot Anna then straightened up and arched back towards the crowd, letting the balance tip back as she fell backwards into the rising arms of the front few men in the crowd, stage diving as if she were at a rock concert. The men eagerly caught Anna and held her aloft, a couple of hands grabbing at her practically bare ass, pinching and groping. Anna let out a delighted squeal as a pair of hands reached up and squeezed her big tits, roughly mauling them as the sea of hands floated her body across the crowd. Anna surfed her way in a circuit around the front of the room, at one point even rolling onto her front. Swarms of hands groped at her body, pinching her nipples, rubbing her ass and crotch and mauling her big tits. When she was returned to the stage she was lucky to be still wearing her g-string.
Anna gave a quick glance over her shoulder as she strode off stage to check that Ryan Thompson was still in the crowd and watching the show eagerly. As she returned to her position at the corner of the stage another busty blonde swept past her to have her shirt drenched, she would have to put in a spectacular show to top Anna's performance.
"Now let's hear it for Dixie!" yelled the announcer, introducing the next busty blonde.
The buxom girl following Anna put in a courageous performance, also losing her top as she pranced about and shook her ample assets at the crowd. She even let a couple of guys in the front row have a feel of her big tits but did surf the crowd as Anna had. In the end that was what it came down to and come voting time Anna got the loud approval of the crowd and was announced the winner.
The water-boy from earlier on tucked Anna's prize money into the waistband of her g-string (coping a decent grope of her ass in the process) and she strode the stage in a victory parade, arms above her head and tits wobbling impressively.
As the contest wound up and the girls moved to the backstage area to get dressed Anna looked out into the crowd to see that Ryan and his friends were getting up to leave the bar.
"Don't let him go!" hissed a voice in her ear. Anna was wearing an earpiece that linked her up to her fellow secret agent who was stationed out the front of the bar.
"What?" whispered Anna in reply, one of her earrings was fitted with a microphone to relay her reply to her partner.
"I think the assassin is out here!" her partner told her, "Don't let Thompson leave the bar!"
"Roger that," replied Anna, stepping out into the bar, still topless, wearing only the g-string. As she made her way through the crowds more than a couple of drunk students groped her uncovered ass, and a few even grabbed her bare tits, giving them rough squeezes. Feeling rather manhandled and violated she finally made it to Ryan and his friends who were almost out the door.
"Well hello there beautiful!" said Ryan as Anna walked right up to him. His gaze was directed downwards at her bare tits.
"Hi there handsome," she replied, giving him her most seductive look.
"My name's Ryan," said the senators teenage son.
"Hi Ryan," said Anna, hesitating a moment as she thought of what to do. All the while Ryan's eyes were roaming her body, never actually looking her in the eye.
"We gotta get going Ryan," said one of his friends, "The car's about to go."