Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude words. It's fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the decency laws in most states would require it not be read by persons under 18. 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 (c) 2003 the author. Permission is granted to freely distribute, provided it is not altered in any way. It may not be posted to any website or included in any archive without the author's permission.
There is no Nicola. All characters are fictitious. The situations are made-up. This is only a fantasy, and any similarity to real persons, events & institutions is pure coincidence.
Topless Cheerleaders, Inc
"Woah, check out the tits on the redhead."
The comment wasn't meant for Nicola, it was whispered between two guys sitting at the table next to her's, but she couldn't help but look up to see who they were talking about.
Bouncing into the cafe was a gorgeous young girl about the same age as Nicola, curly red locks framing her pretty face. Nicola recognized her instantly.
"Alison!"
The redhead's face burst into an excited grin. "Nicola!" she cried, waving vigorously.
Alison Buffy had been an exchange student in her last year of high school. She'd spent that year at Nicola's school in Melbourne Australia, and the two had become good mates. That had been two years ago, and Nicola hadn't heard from Alison since she went back to Tilverton, Wisconsin.
Until the other day, when she contacted Nicola out of the blue and suggested they get together at a plush Hollywood restaurant.
Nicola took a good, long look at her friend. She hadn't changed a bit, was still tall, slim and athletic. Alison was wearing a leotard that seemed to be custom-designed to show off her fabulous body. The neck was scooped very low, presenting generous amounts of creamy white cleavage. The fabric of the garment was pulled tight across Alison's chest, causing her pair of perky boobs to push outwards toward Nicola.
No wonder those two guys were checking her out with their tongues hanging out!
Laughing, Nicola threw her arms around Alison and the pair embraced (no doubt giving the two voyeurs even more to whisper about).
Alison's soft brown eyes stared deep into Nicola's baby blues. "God it's good to see you again," she murmured. Nicola felt her pulse rising. Although their relationship had been strictly mates (this being before the days of Nicola's bisexuality), Nicola couldn't help but wonder if Alison was being more than just friendly.
They took a seat, a thousand questions tumbling out of Nicola's mouth. What had Alison done since leaving school? What was she doing here in Hollywood? Why had she gotten in touch with Nicola?
"One at a time!" replied Alison. From her bag she pulled out a magazine and passed it to Nicola. "This is how I knew you were here in the States."
Nicola spotted the title on the magazine and blushed. It was the October 2001 issue of "Celebrity Flash", the very magazine that had published nude photos of Nicola cavorting on a beach. It fell open to the relevant page, and there was Nicola- completely nude, her charms exposed for all to see. And it wasn't just the pictures, the accompanying story related some very tasty tidbits about her sexcapades in Hollywood.
"I see your modeling career is really going places," Alison said with a naughty smirk. "And what's this about you being called 'Knickers' at school? No-one called you that."
"That was something my agent made up," Nicola explained. "He thought it would be a good idea if I had a sexy nickname and a cute story to go with it."
"Knickers," said Alison, savoring the word. "I like it."
"So now you know the intimate details about what I've been up to," said Nicola, "what about you? Why've you come to Hollywood?"
"Well, it's a long story." Alison cast a sideways glance at the two guys at the next table who were quite obviously eavesdropping. She gave a saucy grin and pitched her voice at a level so they could hear too.
"It all started a couple of months back, back home in Wisconsin. I was working my way through college taking an aerobics class at the local gym. Anyway, one morning I was in a terrible rush and ended up really late. I ran into the locker-room only to discover I'd left all my gear at home!
"So, there was nothing else for it, I had to borrow some clothes from one of the other instructors.
"I quickly got changed and rushed out to take the class. It was the morning class, pretty small, mostly women but a few guys. I apologized to them for being late and got the routine rolling.
"It was then I realized I'd made a terrible mistake. The clothes I'd borrowed- they were waaaay too small."
Nicola giggled.
Alison continued. "I was wearing this halter top, really low cut. It would be daring even on a girl with a smaller bust than mine. And I'm up on the stage, in front of all those people, jumping around.
"I can feel the top just slowly slipping away. I'm well into my routine by now, so I can't really stop and try and adjust it. So, as I'm doing these jumping jacks, I can feel my boobs bit by bit coming out.
"By now, everyone in the class has twigged to what's going on. People are staring, smirking, a couple are frowning. But I just carry on.
"And just when I think I'm in the clear, when I think my top has settled into a daring but otherwise OK position, that's when it happened.
"POP! My tits just sprang free and next thing I know I'm topless in front of my aerobics class.
"There's a burst of spontaneous applause and I just froze. But... it was the strangest feeling. I was the center of attention and I loved it."
"I know what you mean," Nicola replied. "It's a buzz."
Alison shook her head. "I never knew I had it in me. I'm standing in front of a bunch of strangers with my breasts completely bare and I don't even try to cover up. Eventually I sorta came out of it and dashed off the stage.
"Later that day the boss called me into her office. I was pretty scared, I expected her to fire me or at least chew me out. But she was pleased. Turned out that after my little show that morning word got round FAST. There was a big rush to sign up for my morning class.
"Laughing, she told me she'd been trying to think of a way to drum up business but she never thought anything like this would happen. And she asks me if I could alter my routine to deliberately include the little 'mishap' that I had that morning.
"At first, I'm like 'No way am I showing my tits!' But I kept going back to that moment, when the shock had faded, and I realized I had an audience. That and the hefty pay rise convinced me to do it."
"I guess that was the birth of topless aerobics in Wisconsin!" Nicola laughed. "But what brings you here to Hollywood?"
"Well, I was doing my act at the gym. Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday morning I'd show up to take an aerobics class wearing nothing but a flimsy bit of string that, after a little bit of exertion, would just burst open to reveal to one and all Alison Buffy's charms. Business was booming, it was standing room only in the class. The only rule was that if you came for the show, you had to do the routine.
"It was really fun. I'd be up there, grinning away, my boobs bouncing every which way, with everyone enjoying the view and trying to follow along. I think I single handedly whipped the male population of Tilverton into shape!
"So I did that for almost a year. I dropped out of school and made lots of money."
"I can imagine!"
"Inevitably, someone complained, and the gym was forced to stop the 'special classes'. But I knew that there was money, and lots more fun, to be had in Hollywood, so I headed west."
Alison paused in her story, reaching into her bag. "I need your help, your, um 'special talents' to help me launch my new company. An exciting new entertainment enterprise."
Nicola wondered what she had in mind. A moment later she had her answer, as Alison handed her a glossy brochure. Nicola read the cover- and got quite a surprise.
Topless Cheerleaders, Inc
For all your party needs
Our gorgeous and friendly girls are here to entertain!
Alison Buffy, CEO.
"Topless cheerleaders!?" Nicola cried. One of the eavesdropping guys nearly fell off his chair.
"Uh-huh," Alison replied. "We're kinda like a combination of hostesses, dancers and waitresses. Stag parties, office parties, superbowl parties, product launches, business lunches, conventions, wherever there are guys who want to relax and have a good time, the Topless Cheerleaders are only a phonecall away."
Nicola perused the pamphlet. It was full of pictures of Alison wearing a cheerleader's costume. At least, it was supposed to be a cheerleader's costume, there really wasn't all that much to it. The bottoms consisted of a pair of red bikini briefs that did little to cover her ass. The top was nothing more than a red sequined waistcoat, with the letters TC embroidered on the breast. In most of the photos it was flapping open, revealing Alison's pointy tits. The cute little ensemble was finished off with a cowboy hat, white sneakers, and a big set of red & white pom-poms.
"I've sunk all my money into this, but there's still lots more to be done. I need to find an office, hire some girls, and then start drumming up business."
Nicola's eyes lingered on the photo of her semi-naked school friend on the back page of the brochure. Would've thought that perky little Alison Buffy would have it in her to strip naked and entertain a room full of horny men?
"I know," said Nicola. "I can start by helping to raise some extra capital. Then, we can run an ad in the trades and start auditioning girls to join the squad."
"Extra capital?" Alison asked, puzzled. "Where can we get that from?"
Nicola smirked. "Leave that to me."
****
Let it be said that nothing opens doors in Hollywood like a great pair of tits.
(Let it also be said that this isn't literally true, as Nicola's friend Dizzy once found out the hard way).
Nicola sauntered into the West Hollywood National Bank dressed in what could charitably be described as a business suit. But it was cunningly tailored to make sure the busty Aussie beauty always had the upper hand in any business negotiations. The skirt was miniscule, a brief strip of navy-blue material that didn't even come down as far as her black stocking-tops. The matching jacket was sleeveless, baring her beautiful arms. It was buttoned up halfway, with Nicola's tanned bosom straining to burst out of its tight confines. Every step she took set her tits visibly jiggling.
