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) 2002 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.
Undercover Starlet
"Why Mr. Baines, I do believe you're trying to take advantage of me," Nicola murmured in her husky Australian accent.
Mr. Baines, a middle-aged studio exec, wrapped his arms around the 20-year-old starlet's slender waist. He kissed her tenderly on the throat. "What gives you that idea?"
They were standing in the bedroom of Nicola's West Hollywood apartment. Night had fallen. The bay windows were open and a cool breeze was blowing in down the canyon, causing the curtains to billow like silken ghosts.
Nicola's elegant, well-manicured hands brushed against the front of Mr. Baines's trousers, delicately skimming over the throbbing bulge trapped inside. "Call it a hunch," she replied.
Mr. Baines stepped behind her. Nicola was wearing a black, low cut strapless cocktail dress that showcased her stunning cleavage. Reaching around, he began to grope her, gently massaging her tits through the dress.
"Now why would I do that?" Mr. Baines whispered teasingly into her ear. Nicola let out a sigh of desire, enjoying the sensation of his hands squeezing her sensitive boobs. He smiled, obviously enjoying the moment of seduction. "I'm a married, 38-year-old man. Why would I possibly want to take a gorgeous up-and-coming young actress out to dinner, and then back to her place?"
"Because you want to fuck me." Nicola breathed. Mr. Baines kissed her softy on the lips. "Well... maybe just a little."
Nicola let out a light giggle. She reached behind her back, tugging down the zipper on her little black dress. It fell at her ankles, as it would only get in the way of the rest of the evening.
The starlet turned to face the studio exec. She was now dressed in nothing more than a lacey black g-string that barely covered her well-trimmed muff and a pair of 6-inch black pumps. Nicola cast her date a sultry come-hither look, posing with her hands on her hips.
"Well?" she asked. "Do you think I've got what it takes to play the part?"
"Oh yes," murmured Mr. Baines, eyeing up her bare breasts. "I can see you possess some very special acting talents."
Nicola ran her hands through her long, chestnut-colored hair. "Why thank-you," she blushed.
For almost a year now the stunning Australian model-turned-actress had been performing routines such as this, advancing her career using the best assets she had at her disposal- her own body. It was a game of give and take, and Nicola knew how to play it well. Tonight her mark was something special, a casting director for a big-budget feature. It was only a small part but it would mean a step up from the B-movies Nicola was best known for.
Nicola wanted that role badly, and she was willing to do anything to get it.
In a second they were kissing wildly. Mr. Baines's tongue was exploring every inch of the eager starlet's mouth, while Nicola's hands were frantically clawing off his clothes. Even if that movie part was uppermost on her mind, it didn't stop Nicola from enjoying what she had to go through to get it. Her lithe model's body quivered with sexual desire as Mr. Baines's cock finally sprung free from the confines of his pants and rubbed against Nicola's thigh.
With a squeal of delight, Nicola fell backwards onto her bed. She stretched her long legs wide apart in the air, grasped her panties in one hand and ripped them away to reveal her salivating pussy. (She went through so many pairs like that she was seriously considering giving up underwear altogether). Nicola ran a single finger along the drooling lips of her cunt.
Mr. Baines was now naked, except for his gold wedding band. Kneeling on the bed, he grasped Nicola firmly by the ankles, pulling her toward his purple-headed penis.
With a slurp Nicola's tunnel of love engulfed him. This was where her audition really began.
The starlet let out a long, low moan of satisfaction that surely echoed down the canyon for all her neighbors to hear. The gasps of pleasure increased as Nicola's casting director enthusiastically fucked her.
It was at that moment that the door to Nicola's bedroom burst open. In rushed in a short, red-haired woman followed by two men dressed in jackets and ties.
"FBI!"
Nicola gave a squeak of surprise. Mr. Baines, perhaps thinking that his wife had caught him, leapt off the bed and in a moment was flying through the bay windows and over the balcony, stark naked. Seconds later the sound of someone crashing through the shrubbery drifted up from the canyon.
Bereft of her date, and still sprawled nude on her bed with a no small amount of love-slime covering her thighs, Nicola stared at her visitors in wide-eyed shock.
"Um, sorry," the red-headed woman said sheepishly. "We get abit carried away sometimes."
"Look," stammered Nicola, "if this is about my green card, the INS man assured me that it was standard procedure for foreign nationals to demonstrate their lap dancing abilities before work visas were issued!"
"No, it's nothing like that," her visitor replied. She turned to her male companions, who were enjoying the sight of the starlet in all her naked glory. "Wait downstairs, boys. I think we've been a little too heavy-handed so far."
They shot her a look of disappointment but left anyway. Nervous, Nicola sat up in bed but otherwise made no attempt to cover her luscious bare body.
The woman flashed her ID. "Special Agent Bambi Thumper, FBI."
Nicola raised an eyebrow. "Bambi Thumper?"
"No jokes," Agent Thumper replied tersely. "I've heard them all."
With the shock of her entry receding, Nicola finally had the opportunity to take a good look at Agent Thumper. She was a very cute woman in her late twenties, with her short, straight red hair worn in very fetching bangs that framed her pretty face. She was dressed in a charcoal-gray skirt (which didn't quite cover her sexy thighs) and jacket, which was open to reveal a white blouse that strained to contain a formidable bust for a woman of her short stature.
"What can I do for you, Agent Thumper?" Nicola purred.
"I'm here to ask for your help. Ms. Baron," she replied. "Your adoptive country is in need of your...," she paused, her crystal blue eyes drinking in Nicola's nudity. "...special talents."
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Minutes later, Nicola's bare body was wrapped in a flimsy satin robe and she was seated at the kitchen table. Agent Thumper stood over Nicola, briefing her.
"This is Tommy 'The Walrus' Teducci." She slapped down a black and white photograph of a craggy-jawed man. "He runs the biggest crime syndicate on the West Coast."
