“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.”
**********
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.”
“Uh-huh,” Nicola replied, although she was
really more interested in peeking down Agent
Thumper’s top. The white blouse billowed open
slightly, affording Nicola tempting glances of
Thumper’s lacey bra and snowy-white cleavage.
“For years we’ve been trying to get an agent
into his organization,” Agent Thumper
continued, oblivious to the sexual harassment
going on right under her nose. “But Tommy The
Walrus has a sixth-sense about law men and has
spotted each and every one of them.”
“What has this got to do with me?” Nicola
asked. Thumper went over to her briefcase and
produced a manila folder. “A week ago, The
Walrus purchased a videotape from Direct
Enterprises entitled ‘Bikini Bandits’. The next
day he placed another order for a tape entitled
‘Bikini Stewardesses 2’. He’s also made
enquires into obtaining episode #85 of ‘The
Tony Moroni Show’, and we’ve just received word
that he’s using his European connections to get
hold of a copy of the Sex Kitten video ‘Kittens
4ever’.”
Nicola gasped. “There’s one thing they all had
in common- me!”
Agent Thumper nodded. “We believe that The
Walrus is quite the fan of yours. With your
permission, we’d like to have you infiltrate
his business and help bring this slug to
justice. You won’t be alone, of course. I’ll be
there with you every step of the way.
Hopefully, The Walrus will be so wrapped up in
meeting his favorite starlet that he won’t spot
me as a fed.”
“Sure,” Nicola replied with a shrug. “Sounds
like fun.”
“Fun?” Agent Thumper has aghast. “Ms. Baron,
this is going to be a very dangerous undercover
operation.”
“Oh rubbish,” Nicola replied. “Knowing me,
we’ll end up wearing some sexy outfits, for a
while at least before we have to take them off
and run around nude. And I just bet you we’ll
get laid as well.”
Special Agent Bambi Thumper sighed. Obviously,
this wasn’t going to be just any undercover
mission.
**********
The next evening found the dynamic duo waiting
in an unmarked FBI surveillance van outside
“Hooters R Us”, a seedy North Hollywood strip
club. Agent Thumper was instructing Nicola on
the finer points of undercover police work, and
Nicola was instructing Agent Thumper on the
finer points of being a slut.
The gorgeous Australian starlet was dressed to
thrill in the same short black mini-dress,
showing off plenty of Nicola’s cleavage and
lean, tanned legs, accentuated by a pair of
black 6-inch pumps. Agent Thumper, by contrast,
was more casual, decked out in a white t-shirt
and denim shorts.
Nicola clucked her tongue as she looked over
what Agent Thumper had picked out, shaking her
pretty head.
“What’s wrong with it?” the busty Fed asked.
“You’ve got to attract Mr. The Walrus’s
attention in a strip club. You’re not going to
do it wearing that.”
“Well, what do you suggest?”
“First up, loose the bra,” Nicola instructed.
Agent Thumper gaped at her.
“What???”
“Trust me.”
Blushing, Agent Thumper glanced around at her
fellow agents in the back of the van. Up till
now that had all been absorbed in the
surveillance equipment, but upon hearing what
was going on they turned to watch the AIC do a
bit of T&A.
“Eyes front, Agent Johnson!” she barked.
Reluctantly, they went back to work, but Agent
Thumper could still feel their hungry gazes
watching her. She reached one hand up the
sleeve of her t-shirt, groping for the catch on
her bra. Agent Thumper wriggled deliciously as
she undid first one shoulder strap and then the
other, slipping the unwanted piece of underwear
out of the other sleeve.
She half-expected her team to applaud.
“Better,” Nicola replied. Unrestrained, Agent
Thumper’s impressive chest strained against the
fabric of the tight white t-shirt, her dark
brown nipples clearly visible.
But the Aussie starlet wasn’t finished yet. She
produced a pair of scissors and began to snip
away at the shirt. Agent Thumper’s blush
deepened as Nicola began to cut a large strip
off the bottom hem. Working her way around
Agent Thumper’s slim waist, Nicola reduced her
shirt down considerably from its original size.
Now, the bottom swell of the Agent’s boobs hung
down, two snowy slopes that drew the attention
of everyone in the van.
“Now, for those shorts…” Nicola bent down to
Agent Thumper’s crotch, brandishing the
scissors.
“I think we better get a move on,” she said
hastily, before she found herself sauntering
into “Hooters R Us” with her pussy exposed for
all to see. Nicola shrugged.
“Agent Thumper, don’t I need to wear a wire or
something?” the starlet asked. Agent Thumper
shook her head. “Not just yet. First we need to
make contact. And don’t call me ‘Agent
Thumper’. From now on it’s just ‘Bambi’, OK?”
“And you can call me ‘Knickers,” Nicola
replied. Bambi rolled her eyes.
“We’ll be under constant observation by the
back-up team. If at any point you feel you’re
in danger, just say the safety phrase and
they’ll get us out of the situation without
alerting The Walrus.”
“What’s the safety phrase?”
Bambi turned to one of the agents. “Agent
Johnson?”
“Uh, the safety phrase is ‘I’m not wearing any
panties.'”
Bambi glowered at him. Why did she always get
the idiots?
As ready as they’ll ever be, the pair of busty
beauties exited the van and strolled into the
club.
Nicola was no stranger to titty bars. It was
pretty dingy, the lighting designed to
accentuate the stage while leaving the seating
area in near darkness so the patrons could
“enjoy” the show in privacy. Onstage, two naked
women where enthusiastically gyrating their
bodies for the male audience, their shaved
crotches glistening in the dim light.
The two undercover cuties drew their own share
of attention. One guy whistled at them and
Nicola batted her eyelids at him in coy
gratitude. Bambi tried her best to maintain her
composure (she was, after all, a trained FBI
agent), but the sight of all those men turning
their hungry eyes to ogle her, with her boobs
practically hanging out of the bottom half of
her shirt, made her blush.
“What now?” Nicola whispered. Bambi swallowed
back her shyness. She glanced around the club,
looking for their target. Finally, she spotted
him over in a VIP booth separated from the rest
of crowd by a velvet rope.
“Over there.”
Nicola surreptitiously looked over. She saw
that same handsome, craggy man seated with a
tall, thin weaselly looking guy.
“Who’s that with him?”
“Rondo Hatton, his right-hand man.”
As they watched, Rondo was talking earnestly to
his boss, The Walrus, who was only half-
listening. The gangster was more interesting in
watching the floorshow. And who could blame
him, thought Nicola. The two dancers were now
writhing their slippery, naked bodies against
each in pseudo-lesbian lust.
“Now, we need to get his attention somehow…”
said Bambi. She envisioned a carefully
choreographed chance meeting, perhaps
‘accidentally’ bumping into The Walrus as he
got up to visit the little gangster’s room. But
Nicola had other ideas.
“Leave that to me,” the adorable Aussie said
coolly. With a loss of her chestnut-colored
hair, she strode through the crowded strip club
toward their mark. There was nothing for Agent
Bambi to do but rush after her, trying
unsuccessfully to keep her boobs from bouncing
out from underneath her shirt.
Nicola sauntered up to the VIP booth, stepping
over the velvet rope. The two hoods instantly
broke off their conversation and stared up at
her in surprise. Nicola placed her hands on the
table and leaned forward, affording the men a
spectacular view down her dress at her bare
breasts.
“Hi boys,” she gave them a saucy greeting. “I
couldn’t help but notice you were VIPs. I was
wondering if my friend and I could join you?”
The Walrus broke into a broad grin. “Sure,
toots. Why don’t you come sit next to me?” He
patted a spot on the leather-upholstered.
“Thanks,” Nicola replied. She slipped in next
to him, squeezing her luscious body against his
massive bulk. “My name’s Nicola, but my friends
call me ‘Knickers’. And this is my best mate
Bambi.”
Bambi smiled nervously, and took a seat on the
opposite end of the booth next to Rondo.
“Knickers, huh?” The Walrus laughed. “Well,
Knickers, my friends call me The Walrus. And
this is my associate Rondo.”
“Pleased to meet you, Mr. The Walrus.” She
reached out with her delicate hand and shook
his huge paw.
“Boss, this ain’t such a good idea…” Rondo
whined.
“Forgetaboutit!” boomed The Walrus. He leered
at Nicola with undisguised lust. “I like a girl
with spirit and big tits.”
Nicola laughed, her melodious Aussie voice
carrying across the club. “Well, I’ve got
plenty of both!”
Suddenly, the outsized mobster’s eyes lit up.
“Hey, you’re that Australian actress, Nicola
Baron!”
“Busted!” cried Nicola. And then wished she
hadn’t. The two gangsters jumped, looking
around. “The cops!” squealed Rondo.
“No, no, it’s a joke,” Nicola tried to calm
them down. “Yknow, ‘busted’ cos you spotted who
I am, and ‘busted’, cos of my boobs…” She
pointed at her chest.
“You’ll have to forgive my friend,” said Bambi
hastily. “She’s a bit of a bimbo.”
“Yeah, that’s me,” lied Nicola. “Ditzy old
Knickers!”
The Walrus and his henchman started to relax.
Nicola gently began to stroke The Walrus’s leg,
which helped him relax even more.
“I’m a big fan of yours,” he said. “I love
those dumb movies you make.”
“Why thank-you,” Nicola purred. “It’s always
great to meet a fan. I’m glad to have brought
you so much… pleasure.” She threw him a
hungry look while, under the table, running her
hand up and down his thigh.
The Walrus threw his hand in the air and yelled
“Waitress!” In a few moments, a topless blonde
girl was at their table.
“Yes sir?”
“Tequilas all round!”
The drinks arrived shortly. Nicola downed hers
in a single gulp, the warm glow of alcohol
quickly spreading through her body. In spite of
the danger of the situation Nicola was enjoying
herself. She was always attracted to rich,
powerful men and The Walrus fit the bill
perfectly. Watching a busty brunette writhe in
ecstasy on stage as she faked an orgasm, Nicola
began to feel that familiar rising sensation
deep within her pussy. In the privacy of the
VIP booth, Nicola snuggled up against him, her
hand resting on his twitching crotch. The
Walrus put his arm around her, drawing her even
closer.
“I always wondered how actresses like you
really feel about nudity?” The Walrus asked.
“Oh, I love being naked!” Nicola replied. “I
don’t just work naked, either. I cook naked, I
clean naked. I should just give up buying
clothes.” She giggled.
“So have you got any other movies in the
pipeline?” The Walrus asked.
“Uh-huh,” Nicola replied, her speech a little
slurred. “‘Bikini Sorority House Party’. My
directorial debush. I mean, debut.”
Bambi frowned. She was drunk! What kind of
bimbo had she brought along on this operation?
Time to get things moving, she thought…
“Yknow,” said Bambi, “Knickers is more than
just an actress. She’s also a very accomplished
model.”
“Is that right? Do you also model nude?” asked
The Walrus.
“I sure do!” giggled Nicola. The waitress
returned with more shots and again the starlet
downed hers in one go.
“It’s such a shame though,” sighed Bambi.
“Ysee, I’m a photographer. I’m just dying to
get Knickers naked for a shoot, but I just
can’t find the perfect location.”
“Is that so?” rumbled the fat hood. “I have
such a beautiful mansion out in Santa Monica.
It would be a pleasure to give the pair of you
lovely ladies the run of the place.”
“Boss…” Rondo began, but a sharp glance from
The Walrus silenced him.
“Ooooooh,” cooed Nicola. “A mansion! That would
be great.”
“You’ll love it,” he replied, writing the
address down on a napkin. Under the table,
Nicola wrapped her thighs around The Walrus’s
fat leg. Bringing her lips close to his ear she
purred, “I’ll have to thank you personally.”
This was emphasized by a quick lick of his ear.
Bambi was a little alarmed by Nicola’s
approach. Sure, she was getting a result, but
where was this was going? “We better get a move
on,” she announced.
“Awww, do we have to?” Nicola pouted. “I’m
having fun with my new friend. Mr. The Walrus
is just sooooo sexy.” She was still rubbing her
luscious body against the mobster, quivering
with sexual desire.
There was nothing else for it. Bambi took a
deep breath, and in a loud voice announced:
“I’m not wearing any panties.”
Nicola, The Walrus and Rondo all turned and
stared at her in amazement.
“What did you say?” Rondo asked.
“I said,” Bambi replied through clenched teeth.
“I’m not wearing any panties.” She spoke a
little louder this time, and he voice carried
barely audible beneath the music. A few other
people glanced in her direction.
“That’s… interesting,” said The Walrus.
Suddenly, a bartender appeared before their
booth. “Ms. Baron? I’m afraid they’re towing
your car outside.”
“My car?” Nicola asked. She looked decidedly
unfocused.
“We really should go rescue it,” said Bambi
hastily, standing up from the booth. Nicola
reluctantly disengaged herself from her new
friend.
“I can’t wait till my shoot,” she cooed,
blowing him a kiss.
“Me too,” The Walrus replied. “It was wonderful
meeting you, Knickers.”
Finally, Bambi managed to hustle the starlet
out of the strip joint.
**********
“My head hurts,” Nicola complained.
“You shouldn’t’ve drunk so much last night,”
Agent Bambi admonished her.
The pair were in Nicola’s convertible, parked
across the street from The Walrus’s mansion.
From here all they could see was a thirty-foot
wall broken only by a high-security gate.
Nicola couldn’t help but wonder what
nefariousness Mr. The Walrus got up to behind
that giant fence.
“You acted like a total slut,” Bambi continued.
“Exactly!” Nicola replied. “I acted like a
total slut. It was all part of my cover.”
Bambi peered at the attractive Australian. Had
last night really just been an act? She had to
admit it had certainly worked. They had a
personal invite into The Walrus’s house,
something no other agent had been able to pull
off. Not only that, but he was completely
besotted with Nicola.
Anyway, it was time to be moving. They’d be
infiltrating his hideout with the cover they’d
adopted last night. Bambi was a photographer,
here to use the mansion as a location to shoot
a spread of Nicola. Of course, this would give
her plenty of opportunity to take some other
shots of the building. The girls were dressed
marginally more conservatively than last night.
They both wore brief t-shirts and shorts,
showing off lots bare arms and legs.
Once again, they weren’t wearing wires.
Nicola drove up to the security gate and
pressed the buzzer. A gruff male voice
responded.
“Yeah? Waddaya want?”
“It’s Nicola Baron and her friend Bambi. We’re
here for a photo shoot? It’s all clear with Mr.
The Walrus.”
There was a brief silence from the speaker.
Then the voice growled, “Drive through to the
guard post.”
With a grind of gears the massive iron gates
slid open. Nicola swallowed. They were going
into the lair of a dangerous gangster. Who knew
what horrors awaited them? Bravely, she drove
on.
They headed up a long, winding driveway, set in
the midst of sweeping green gardens. Everywhere
Nicola looked there were bursts of colors,
flowerbeds carefully laid and arranged in a
variety of eye-catching patterns.
In short, it was beautiful.
They halted at the guard post, a squat gray
building that looked out of place in these
serene gardens. Nicola turned off the engine
and her and Bambi stepped out of the car. A
knot of nervousness gnawed at her stomach. She
expected whoever they had spoken to on the
intercom to appear, some knuckle-dragging
gorilla who would subject them to
interrogation.
The door to the hut opened and out stepped a
tall, stunning young woman. She looked like a
model, her pert breasts barely concealed inside
a black bikini. Apart from a pair of matching
black pumps, and a nametag that read ‘Hi! My
name is Amanda’, the skimpy bathing suit was
all the “security guard” wore.
“Hi girls!” Amanda greeted them cheerily. “You
must be Knickers and Bambi. Mr. The Walrus told
us to expect you.”
Bambi and Nicola exchanged surprised glances.
“No offence, but you don’t really look like a
security guard.”
“None taken!” laughed Amanda. “I’m actually a
bit of a jack of all trades. But I do need to
do a security check. Mr. The Walrus believes in
taking precautions. Please stand up straight
and raise your arms in the air.”
They complied. Amanda stepped up to Nicola and
began to frisk her. She patting her lightly,
starting with her legs, moving up to her
thighs, and up her chest. Nicola tried hard to
concentrate as the statuesque brunette
basically groped her.
Satisfied, Amanda moved on to the adorable fed.
From the strange expression that crossed her
cute face, Nicola guessed she, too, was getting
a funny feeling from the unusual security
protocols their mark employed.
After the body search, Amanda made a brief
inspection of Bambi’s camera bag and the bag of
clothes Nicola had brought. Satisfied, she
handed them back.
“Great,” said Amanda, “you’re both clear. I’ll
escort you up to the house.”
With a tap-tap-tapping of her heels on the
cobbled path, Amanda led up through a grove of
palm trees. Nicola followed, mesmerized by the
sight of Amanda’s ass, barely covered by her
thong, wiggling with every step.
They could hear the gay, high-pitched sound of
women laughing. They emerged from the palms and
were greeted with yet another extraordinary
scene. Dozens of beautiful women were lounging
around a swimming pool, sunbathing, splashing
about in the water. They were all dressed as
revealingly as Amanda, some of them more so in
fact: more than a few were topless, tanning
their bare breasts under the California sun.
Nicola and Bambi both stopped and gaped at the
girls. Amanda looked at them with a bemused
smile. Nicola couldn’t believe it. It was like
Mr. The Walrus was so rich, so powerful, he
could afford to live his life like a teenage
boy’s sex fantasy, with his own harem.
“Are any of these women here against their
will?” Bambi whispered. Amanda threw back her
head and laughed.
“Of course not! You must’ve felt his pull, the
sexual magnetism he exerts?”
“Mmm, yes,” Nicola replied.
“Everyone here is for one reason and one reason
alone: they want to fuck the boss.” Amanda
waggled her eyebrows suggestively. “I daresay
you girls are here for a similar reason?”
Bambi blushed. “We’re just here to do a photo
shoot.”
“Yeah, right.” Amanda stretched out a long
elegant arm, pointing out a luscious topless
black girl sunning herself on a lounger.
“That’s Cathy. She used to be an interior
designer, came out here to do some work on the
mansion. But she quit her job just to live
here.” Nicola arched her eyebrows in surprise.
“And that,” said Amanda, indicating a haughty
looking blonde woman rubbing lotion on her
perky little boobs, “is Sarah, a meter maid who
once tried to ticket Mr. The Walrus’s BMW. Now
she delights in letting him drink champagne out
of her pussy.”
“Wow,” breathed Bambi. “And what’s your story?”
Amanda threw them a naughty smirk. “Let’s just
say that a promising legal career is going to
waste just because I can do things with my
tongue that makes Mr. The Walrus bark like a
dog.”
Nicola stared breathlessly at the shameless
buffet of tits and ass laid out before her.
What a life! And would Mr. The Walrus shortly
be adding a starlet and an FBI agent to his
collect of bare-breasted beauties?
“Yknow,” whispered Amanda, “the boss likes all
us girls to be, um, ‘friendly’, so if you see
anyone you fancy, just let me know and I can
arrange a more intimate get together later.”
As they walked past, Cathy reached out and
pinched Bambi’s ass. The busty fed gave a
squeak of surprise and hurried after Amanda,
rubbing her bottom.
They walked around the house. It was a mammoth
white building, a huge imposing monument to
wealth that seemed to shimmer in the hot sun.
The little path curved around through yet more
tropical plants, and Amanda let them through a
small grotto. A set of French windows opened
into the mansion. Amanda strode through these,
and Nicola and Bambi found themselves standing
next to an indoor swimming pool. A giant
skylight overhead flooded the room with bright
light that made the water look like liquid
gold.
Nicola was utterly stunned by the sight. Since
arriving in LA, she’d seen many opulent
displays of considerable wealth, but this
Walrus guy beat all the producers and directors
hands down. The starlet felt a familiar feeling
rising inside her: Lust. She was drawn to power
and sex, and just the smell of Mr. The Walrus’s
money was enough to turn her on.
“Mr. The Walrus thought this might be a good
place for you to start the shoot. He’ll be
along soon,” Amanda announced.
As if on cue the double doors at the far end of
the chamber burst open and in strode the man
himself. Nicola couldn’t help herself, she let
out a small squeak of delight at his
appearance. This was the first time she’d ever
seen him standing up, and it was certainly a
sight to see.
He was, to say the least, a little overweight.
Nicola could see that, despite the Armani suit
that he was wearing, he bulged all over. His
massive stomach heaved with every footfall. His
arms were huge and flabby. He legs were pillars
of fat, pumping away as he walked around the
pool. It was just as well he was tall as it
lessened the overall effect of his obesity.
But despite his plump appearance, Nicola felt
an instant sexual attraction to the man. She
was practically drooling at the sight of him.
She told herself that it was because he did
have a handsome face, but she knew the truth:
his personal fortune was more than enough to
open her legs.
The gangster strode imperiously around the
pool, beaming at his girls. “Knickers!” he
cried, “how wonderful to see you again.” Nicola
dashed over to him, and he greeted her by
throwing his arms around her, pulling the horny
little starlet to his chest.
“Mmmm,” she cooed with delight. “It’s great to
see you again!” She rubbed her succulent body
against his, smiling with pleasure at the
stirring in his loins. His meaty hands fell
upon her ass, stroking her backside through the
thin material of her shorts. Nicola was so
horny she could’ve fucked him then and there.
Mr. The Walrus was so busy playing with his new
toy he failed to notice Agent Bambi. Taking
advantage of Nicola’s slutty display (which she
wasn’t sure was an act or not), Bambi glanced
around the room to note what security features
he had in place.
Eventually, he reluctantly let go of Nicola.
Amanda walked up to him and stroked his
shoulder. Mr. The Walrus reached an arm around
each of his girls affectionately drawing them
both against his bloated body.
“There’s plenty of me to go around,” he
rumbled. The girls giggled.
“Perhaps we could get started…” said Bambi.
She began setting up her equipment (a few
lights and a reflector board) in an arrangement
she hoped made her look like a real
photographer.
“I trust you approve of my humble home?” the
gangster asked. “God, yeah,” Nicola breathed,
looking up toward the cascade of light falling
from the ceiling. Mr. The Walrus took the
opportunity to shamelessly leer down her shirt,
enjoying the view of her bra-less boobs.
“Nicola,” said Bambi, “I’d like to have you in
that pink bikini of yours. Is there somewhere
she can use to change her clothes?”
“Oh that’s not necessary,” Nicola cut her off.
“I’m sure Mr. The Walrus doesn’t mind if I get
dressed out here, do you?”
A salacious grin crossed his face. “Not at all!
Please, don’t let me get in the way. I’m just a
humble observer, honored to witness the magic
of showbiz taking place before my eyes.” He
finished this little speech with a light pat on
Nicola’s ass. She blushed.
Nicola opened her bag and fished out her pink
bikini. Holding it in her hands, it looked like
little more than two wispy handkerchiefs.
The starlet cast Mr. The Walrus a shy smile and
began to disrobe.
In her illustrious career, Nicola had stripped
many times for directors and producers, both on
camera or (more often than not) off. She liked
to think she had gotten very good at the fine
art of tease, and she was right: Nicola’s
little performances could raise the dead.
But this time was different. This time the
horny little model was stripping for justice,
and she was determined to put on one hell of a
show.
She began by kicking off her heels, revealing
her elegant, naked little feet.
Next came the shorts. Nicola took her time,
slipping them down an inch at a time. She eased
them over her exquisite ass, revealing a very
skimpy pair of white g-string panties. The
shorts slid down her long legs and fell
unwanted and unnecessary at Nicola’s ankles.
She grasped the bottom hem of her t-shirt,
tugging it up to just beneath her boobs, baring
her smooth, tanned stomach and cute little
belly button.
Nicola cast a look over at her spectators. Mr.
The Walrus’s eyes were shining bright. Even
Amanda was staring at her intently. She felt a
rush of pride at how quickly she captured their
attention.
The whole room was quiet, everyone’s attention
fixed to Nicola’s chest. Her hands clutched at
her shirt, bunched just beneath her boobs,
keeping her chesty treasures from their hungry
gaze.
Nicola gave a saucy smirk. The only sound was
the rustle of material as Nicola slipped off
her top, followed closely by a sigh of
appreciation from her audience.
“Nice rack,” murmured Amanda, admiring her bare
boobs.
“Thanks,” Nicola replied.
She tossed the shirt aside. She was now
completely nude except for the delicate piece
of lace covering her pussy. That didn’t stay on
too long. Nicola slipped her thumbs under the
waistband of her panties and tugged them off.
“Spectacular!” the stout gangster announced,
clapping his hands. “I’ve seen you nude in your
movies many time, but I must say you are even
more enchanting to look at in the flesh.”
Nicola slipped into a model’s pose: hands on
hips, chest thrust proudly out, and turned her
body as if presenting her naked charms for
their host. “I always do my best to please the
fans,” she replied.
Mr. The Walrus (and Amanda too) enjoyed the
little T&A show Nicola put on for them as she
put on her bikini. The starlet was now
‘dressed’ (for want of a better word) and ready
to go to work.
For the next forty minutes Bambi directed the
busty beauty as she lounged around the indoor
pool, shooting off several rolls. Nicola posed
in every cheesecake position imaginable, eager
to show off her fabulous body to the camera.
Although Nicola had been a professional model
since she was 16, it had only been within the
past year the adorable little Aussie had
developed a real exhibitionist streak. She’d
posed for her first nude set back in her native
Australia, and then within a few weeks jetted
off to Hollywood to begin her new career as a
starlet. Nicola knew what it took to reach
stardom, and she was willing to do whatever it
took to land that big part. Within those first
couple of days, her agent arranged dozens of
‘interviews’ with directors and producers.
These interviews had involved Nicola baring her
luscious body to them, before getting down and
dirty and demonstrating her many other talents.
But Nicola didn’t mind. She was good at what
she did, and she had never had so much money
before in her life. Most of all she was having
a ball, strutting around Hollywood wearing ever
more revealing outfits and sleeping with lots
of lovely, wealthy men (and women!).
And now here she was again, disporting her fine
figure before the leering gangster, Tommy “The
Walrus” Teducci. Bambi currently had Nicola
standing in front of a potted palm, pushing her
chest out toward the camera.
“Out more, out more, good,” said Bambi,
snapping off a shot. Photography, nothing to
it! Unbeknownst to their host, Bambi’s camera
would occasionally stray away from Nicola, and
take a picture of something The Walrus most
definitely would not like photographed. She got
some good shots of the large room that housed
the indoor pool, and clear pictures of the
locking mechanisms on the French windows. If
the FBI had to storm the mansion, this would be
a good place to enter quickly.
But Agent Bambi was really getting into
character. She was enjoying herself, taking
glamour photos of the Aussie starlet. There was
a bit of a power rush, telling Nicola what do
to and her obeying instantly. Right now, she
was trying to get the perfect shot of Nicola
thrusting her boobs out.
“Arch your back more,” she instructed, “really
push those babies out toward me.”
Nicola shot a quick glance over at The Walrus.
He’d plonked his vast bulk into a chair and
spent all morning watching the girls. Amanda
stood behind him, leaning forward to massage
his broad shoulders. Nicola was amazed, he must
be such a busy criminal overlord and yet he’d
put all that work aside just to ogle her.
Kinda sweet, really!
She shot him a smile. He leered back.
The only problem was Bambi. Not being a real
photographer, she didn’t really know how to
pose her subjects very well, and demanded a
little too much from them. Like this shot.
Nicola pulled her shoulders back, but still
Bambi wanted more.
Nicola’s arched her back even further, pushing
her impressive tits out.
Her bikini top, not designed to take such
punishment, snapped under pressure.
With a whip-like crack, the back strap broke,
propelling the garment across the room like a
catapult, where it landed on Bambi’s face.
The Walrus burst into laughter, quickly joined
by Amanda and Nicola herself. Giggling wildly,
the Aussie model pointed down at her now-bare
chest.
“That’s never happened before!” she chortled.
“Perhaps we better take five,” said Bambi. She
handed the bikini top back to Nicola. Instead
of putting it back on, she tossed it aside,
preferring instead to remain topless.
Nicola fixed Mr. The Walrus with a sultry gaze
and sauntered toward him, her delicious bare
boobs bobbing with each step.
“I hope you don’t mind me asking,” she purred,
“but I’ve been curious. Why do they call you
The Walrus?”
He gave a broad grin. “Amanda, darling, would
you like to show Knickers just why I’m known by
that name?”
“Sure, boss,” the perky brunette replied. She
bent down low over his lap and undid his fly.
Her elegant little hands disappeared inside his
pants, and then re-emerged a moment later.
For a moment, it looked like she was hauling a
pink fire hose out of his trousers.
Nicola gasped. Bambi almost dropped her camera.
Amanda kept yanking and yanking and yanking.
Hand over hand she worked, heaving more and
more of the beaming gangster out before their
very eyes. Nicola’s eyes were as big as
saucers, as the biggest cock she’d ever seen
was revealed before her.
He was huge! It was like an elephant’s trunk
hanging down from his crotch. And still Amanda
fished more of the monster out into view.
“Ysee, Knickers, I’m kinda hung like a walrus.”
“So I see,” Nicola breathed. The sight of his
giant penis enchanted her, pulsing gently as
Amanda stroked it. The starlet felt herself
irresistibly drawn toward it.
Nicola knelt down before Mr. The Walrus. “May
I?” she asked.
“Help yourself,” he rumbled.
Bambi’s jaw dropped as the doe-eyed Aussie
starlet knelt between the gangster’s massive
thighs. In all her years as a federal agent,
she’d never seen anything quite like this.
Nicola’s hands grasped Mr. The Walrus’s mighty
cock firmly. It responded to her cool touch,
stiffening. The helmet shone bright, slick with
pre-cum. Her eyes shining with desire, Nicola
poked out her tongue and tentatively gave the
head a lick.
The gangster’s obese body quivered with
anticipation. Nicola smiled, enjoying the sense
of power the small young woman had over the
huge crime lord. Once again, her tongue flicked
out and slithered across the sensitive tip of
his dick. Nicola’s nose drank in the salty,
musky scent of his desire.
Mr. The Walrus let out a satisfied sigh and
leaned back in his chair, making himself
comfortable for the treat he was about to
receive.
Nicola closed her eyes and opened her watering
mouth as wide as she could. With both hands she
guided the monstrous appendage into her maw.
Slowly, inch-by-inch, Nicola fed his penis down
her throat, endeavoring to cram as much of it
as possible into her mouth. As a champion BJ-
princess, she took the engorged member as a
personal challenge, and Nicola was determined
to give Mr. The Walrus an afternoon he would
not forget.
Nicola’s head began to bob up and down, sliding
his cock in and out of her mouth. Quickly she
built up a strong pace, her chestnut-colored
hair flying in all directions. Saliva flowed
like water from her lips, covering his dick in
a sticky coating of Nicola’s drool and Mr. The
Walrus’s love-slime.
It was all Bambi could do but stand and stare.
She had to admit there was something…
captivating about the spectacle Nicola was
making of herself. Watching the gorgeous
starlet enthusiastically suck the gangster’s
cock gave the busty fed a strange feeling of
excitement.
It may not be good police work, but she liked
it.
Nicola was making eager slurping noises as her
deep-throating came to a head. The Walrus flung
his head back and made loud groaning noises.
His enormous hips were bucking as if he was
fucking Nicola’s face even as she sucked him
off.
The cacophony of slurping, moaning and bucking
reached a crescendo. The Walrus shuddered, his
body writhing. With a groan he came, emptying
his balls into Nicola’s mouth.
For a moment, the starlet’s eyes bulged in
surprise, and Bambi wondered if she’d bitten
off more than she could chew. Nicola swallowed
several times, gallons of sticky white goop
squirting out of her mouth. Some of the stuff
even ran out of her nose. Globs rolled down her
chin and dripped onto her bare boobs.
With a gasp, Nicola removed her lips from the
now-limp dick. Thick strands of cum and spit
formed an icky web that still connected her
face to Mr. The Walrus’s impressive pussy-
plunger. She wiped ineffectually at the mess
but only succeeded in getting it all over her
delicate hands.
Seeing the predicament she was in, The Walrus
gallantly lent Nicola a hand.
“Amanda,” he commanded, “please get Knickers
something to clean herself off with.”
The tasty brunette, who throughout Nicola’s
performance had stood behind her boss gently
rubbing his back, looked around. With nothing
else at hand, she shrugged and untied her
bikini bottoms.
Nicola accepted the impromptu napkin with a
grateful smile, and did her best to clean Mr.
The Walrus’s copious spunk off her bare body.
The doors at the far end of the room opened and
Rondo Hatton appeared. The little weasel eyed
up the proceedings with a disdainful look but
said nothing.
“Boss? The boys are here to go over… yknow,
tomorrow… Valdez…”
“Ah yes,” sighed The Walrus, as Amanda finished
up the job of feeding his monster dick back
into his pants and zipped them back up.
“Tomorrow.”
Bambi’s attention was instantly peaked. She was
racking her brain to think of a subtle way of
finding out when Nicola blurted out:
“What’s happening tomorrow?”
Rondo gave her a suspicious look but his boss
didn’t seem to mind. “Mr. Valdez is a…
business contact from Colombia. We only get to
meet once a year so we make a day of it. We
take my yacht, ‘The Topless Bimbo’ out into
international waters for a day of dealing
and… fun.” He gave a wide grin and Amanda
stifled a giggle.
Of course! thought Bambi. The FBI had known
about the link between The Walrus’s operation
and Valdez but they’d never been able to get
near them when they were together. If only
there were some way her and Nicola could get
aboard that yacht…
“Sounds like a great way to spend the day,”
purred Nicola.
“Perhaps you and Bambi would like to join us?”
asked The Walrus. “It’s a personal rule of mine
that ‘The Topless Bimbo’ has an all-female
crew, and I’m sure Valdez would enjoy meeting
you, Knickers.”
“Great!” enthused Nicola. “I’d love to help out
with the entertainment on your little floating
party.”
“Good to have you aboard!” bellowed The Walrus.
He stood up, brushing down his lap. “Amanda
here will supply you with all the details. I’ll
be seeming more of you lovely ladies tomorrow.”
**********
Special Agent Bambi Thumper was pretty pleased
with herself. Back at the West Hollywood FBI
field headquarters she had just finished
briefing her superior, Deputy Director
Franklin, on the coup she’d just managed to
pull off. Nicola was there too, a little
overwhelmed by her surroundings.
“We can bust his operation wide open,” Bambi
beamed. “Once we’re on that boat, Nicola and I
will be able to spy on his transaction with
Valdez. We’ll get all the details, names,
places, dates, the lot.”
“Uh-huh,” Franklin replied. He was examining
the surveillance photos Bambi had taken inside
The Walrus’s mansion.
Or more accurately, he was drooling over the
semi-naked photos of Nicola.
That was not exactly the reaction Agent Bambi
had hoped for. “Isn’t that great, sir?”
Franklin glanced up, his eyes darting back and
forth between Bambi and Nicola before settling
on Nicola’s impressive cleavage. “Fantastic…”
he breathed. He picked up one of the pictures-
the one that had captured the precise moment
Nicola had lost her top, and the priceless
expression of surprise on her pretty face.
“Would you mind signing this?”
“Sure!” Nicola replied perkily. She scribbled
her signature and a string of kisses across her
own boobs and handed the photo back with a
smile.
“So we’re a go for tomorrow then?” Bambi asked,
excited. She smelt a big bust, and she didn’t
mean the hooters swinging off her chest.
“Sure, sure, whatever,” replied Director
Franklin with a wave of his hand. “It’s a go.”
“Don’t worry, sir,” said Nicola. “I’m ready,
willing and able to do whatever it takes to
please the FBI.”
Franklin broke into a broad grin, imagining the
lengths the lusty babe was willing to go to
‘satisfy’ the requirements of her adoptive
country.
“We’ll see about that tomorrow!” he replied.
**********
The next morning, Bambi and Nicola arrived at
the marina. Amanda’s instructions had been
quite explicit about when and where they had to
be. The question of clothes, however, was not.
“It doesn’t matter,” she’d told them, “you’ll
be given something to wear aboard ‘The Bimbo'”.
That ‘something’ had sounded a bit ominous to
Bambi, and she was a bit anxious that she’d end
up in an outfit that would make the slutty
little ensemble she’d worn in ‘Hooters R Us’
look like her Sunday best. But Nicola was
excited, she loved to dress up and couldn’t
wait to see what Mr. The Walrus’s imagination
had dreamt up for her to parade her luscious
body in.
Because of this, the wires the girls would wear
had to be a little bit different. As they’d
almost certainly be taking their clothes off,
their bugs would have to be hidden in jewelry.
Each of the gorgeous babes sported a gold
necklace around her neck, with a heart shaped
locket snuggled between their boobs, containing
a microphone/video camera.
Thus equipped, the girls made their way down to
“The Topless Bimbo”‘s slip at the Marina Del
Rey.
It was not hard to find, not with a name like
that. “The Topless Bimbo” was a huge luxury
yacht, bigger than anything else in the marina.
Nicola stared at it open mouthed, again feeling
the familiar feeling of lust rising in her
loins. It was brazen displays of opulence such
as this that were guaranteed to make her horny.
“Morning girls!” called a familiar voice behind
them. Nicola and Bambi turned. Next to “The
Bimbo”‘s berth was a small white pavilion.
Amanda stood in the doorway waving to them.
“Come on in and we’ll get you kitted out.”
The perky brunette led them through to a
changing room. There were several other girls,
laughing and giggling, getting dressed in the
uniforms worn by the gallant crew of the good
ship “Topless Bimbo”. T-shirts were being
shucked off, shorts were dropping to the floor,
and plenty of tasty female flesh was being
bared.
“Bambi, you’ll be joining the crew for this
cruise. Nothing too onerous, just circulate
through the guests, serving drinks. And
remember to be very… friendly to the boss’s
guests, if you know what I mean.” Amanda winked
at the busty fed, eliciting a storm of
snickering from Bambi’s crewmates.
“I think I get the idea,” Bambi replied. Amanda
picked out a set of clothes from a shelf and
handed them to Bambi. “Get your gear off and
report on ‘The Bimbo’ with the others in five
minutes.”
“Aye, aye,” Bambi replied.
“As for you, Knickers, Mr. The Walrus has
something special in mind for you. Please take
off your clothes for now, you be ‘getting
dressed’ later on, aboard ‘The Bimbo’.”
“You mean you want me naked?” Nicola asked.
“Sure,” Amanda replied. “You don’t have a
problem with that do you?”
“Oh, no,” Nicola replied. She pulled her t-
shirt up over her head, baring her tits to her
shipmates.
Agent Bambi was a little less eager to strip
nude in front of the others. Butterflies
fluttered in her stomach. But she badly wanted
to take The Walrus down, and to do that she
needed to be aboard “The Topless Bimbo” when he
was cutting a deal with Valdez.
And this was the only way Bambi could get
aboard.
She sighed, and took a closer look at the
costume Amanda had handed her. It was more or
less a sailor suit, with ‘less’ being the
operative word.
The outfit consisted of a short, white pleated
skirt that came down several inches above her
knees, revealing her smooth thighs. Around her
neck Bambi wore a blue and white kerchief,
which she carefully arranged so that it didn’t
cover the locket/camera. The costume was
finished nicely with a little sailor’s cap
Bambi perched on her head, and a pair of white
pumps on her feet.
It didn’t surprise Bambi one bit that the whole
crew was topless. Everyone else wore the same
outfit, and none of them seemed to mind that
their breasts were bare. Amanda wore a slightly
different costume: a pair of crisp, starched
white shorts and a captain’s cap. She too bared
her boobs for all to see.
Blushing a little, Bambi looked around for
Nicola. The Aussie starlet had stripped nude as
requested and was sitting on a stool enjoying
the free show. She was completely naked, and
Bambi’s gaze roamed over Nicola’s body,
drinking in every detail of her tanned,
flawless body. Well, completely naked except
for the locket she wore around her neck,
sitting snugly between her large, bare boobs.
The locket that was actually a camera. A camera
that, right now, was transmitting images of the
topless Bambi to her FBI comrades. She turned
bright scarlet and raised her arm to cover her
hooters.
Bambi caught herself just in time. It might
draw suspicion: she was, after all, supposed to
be another giggling slut who loved taking her
clothes off. So, trying hard not to imagine
Agent Johnson drooling over her tits, Agent
Bambi held her head up high and thought about
the kudos she’d receive when she personally
arrested The Walrus.
“Right girls,” said Amanda, her authoritative
voice ringing through the changing room, “time
to go to work. Remember, the boss is counting
on each and every one of you to make this
another memorable treat for his business
associates, especially Mr. Valdez.”
“Aye, aye, captain,” cried the sailorettes
together. Then, in perfect unison, the girls of
“The Topless Bimbo” threw their chief a salute,
which set every right boob in the room
quivering.
Bambi had to admit, it was quite a sight to
behold.
They filed out of the pavilion, emerging into
the bright California sunshine. Bambi felt a
brief rush of panic at being topless outdoors
where anyone could see her. But no-one else
seemed to care, least of all the butt-naked
Nicola who trotted along beside Bambi wearing a
smile and little else.
Agent Bambi realized what a great choice she’d
made in choosing Nicola for this undercover
operation. The starlet was completely wanton,
she had no problem whatsoever with what was
required of her. And her approach really
worked, every step of the way it had been
Nicola that had brought them success. All by
acting like a total slut.
But was it an act? Bambi couldn’t help but
wonder if Nicola really was the bimbo fuck-
bunny she appeared to be. Despite the danger of
infiltrating a gang, and all the degrading
acts, Nicola was definitely enjoying herself.
Maybe Bambi should take her lead? Maybe she
should relax and enjoy herself too?
With their heels clacking against the
gangplank, the girls boarded “The Topless
Bimbo”. Captain Amanda issued a string of
orders and the topless crew jumped to comply.
They made quite a winsome sight, hurrying
around the deck, their bare boobs bouncing
deliciously in their haste to obey.
Despite looking like a bunch of half-naked
bimbos, they were actually competent sailors
and knew what they were doing. For now, Bambi
and Nicola remained in the saloon out of
everybody’s way while Amanda prepped the yacht
for the arrival of The Walrus and his guests.
Nicola took the opportunity to stretch out her
nude body on a couch and relax, while Bambi
paced back and forth, wringing her hands.
Eventually, Amanda came down from the bridge to
get them sorted out. “Nicola, you’ll be making
a grand entrance later on. You can go down into
one of the cabins in the meantime. Bambi, the
boss will be here in a few moments. I’d like
you on deck to greet him and the guests.”
The girls exchanged glances, a little nervous
at being separated. In fact, each was worried
for the other. Bambi knew she was a trained
agent, but Nicola just was an amateur. What if
she got herself in hot water?
For her part, the Aussie starlet was worried
that because Bambi wasn’t enjoying herself, she
would be spotted as an undercover operative.
But as there was nothing they could do about
it, the girls went their separate ways. Nicola
disappeared down below while Bambi went up on
deck.
**********
The busty fed licked her lips, tasting the
salty tang of the sea in the cool breeze that
washed over her, caressing her face and bare
boobs, causing her thick, dark nipples to
spring to attention.
She was standing alongside two other
sailorettes, a topless guard of honor, waiting
for the master of “The Topless Bimbo” to
arrive. She stood rigidly to attention, chest
thrust forward, bearing a tray of drinks.
Down on the wharf, a big limo pulled up. Out
stepped The Walrus himself, Tommy Teducci,
closely followed by his weasel-faced
lieutenant, Rondo Hatton. Two other cars
arrived, and a small army of bodyguards piled
out. Bambi sucked in her breath at the rogue’s
gallery assembling down there, recognizing each
ugly face from the FBI files on The Walrus and
his gang.
The Walrus was clearly in a good mood. He
warmly greeted his henchmen with much smiling,
laughing and backslapping.
Then another car pulled up. Another bunch of
hoods emerged, and it was clear that they were
a separate gang. Colombians. They could only
mean…
From the car stepped a frail latino man,
leaning heavily on a silver-topped cane. It was
Valdez!
Valdez and The Walrus embraced, like a couple
of old friends. Bambi could catch snatches of
their conversation.
“…how much fun you had last time…” The
Walrus bellowed.
The party made its way up the gangplank.
Waiting there to greet them was Captain Amanda.
“Permission to come aboard?” asked The Walrus,
leering at the captain’s tits.
“Permission granted, sir!” replied Amanda,
throwing him such a forceful salute her boobs
jiggled.
Valdez’s eyes were shining bright as he
surveyed the bevy of bare-breasted beauties who
crewed “The Topless Bimbo”, and were here to
fulfill his every fantasy. He reached out a
withered hand toward the captain. Amanda
remained frozen in her salute as Valdez gently
stroked her left tit, running his palm across
her creamy-smooth bosom and lightly tugging on
her erect nipple.
“Of course you remember our darling captain…”
said The Walrus.
“How could I forget!” leered the elderly
Colombian, still squeezing Amanda’s boob. The
assembled hoods laughed, and Amanda herself
momentarily broke her stiff bearing to giggle.
“Of course, there are some new ‘faces’ on board
as well,” said bloated crime lord. Valdez
turned his dark, beady eyes on the three
sailorettes waiting to serve him. Agent Bambi
quivered slightly as his hungry gaze fell upon
her chest.
“All willing to serve, I trust?” he asked.
“Willing…” said the girl on Bambi’s left.
“…and able,” added the girl on Bambi’s right.
This elicited more laughs from the mobsters.
Bambi glanced downward and noticed that each of
them sported a noticeable bulge in the crotch
of their Armani suits.
“And what do we have here?” said Valdez, eyeing
her up.
“Bambi, sir,” Bambi replied, fluttering her
eyelids. “If there’s anything I can do for
you…” she added in a husky voice. Valdez
licked his lips, then reached around and patted
Bambi’s delicious rump. The half-naked fed gave
a squeak of surprise, nearly dropping her tray
of drinks.
Chuckling, The Walrus relieved her of a
cocktail, handing one to his Colombian contact.
“To business!” he cried, holding the glass
aloft.
“To ‘The Topless Bimbo’!” added Valdez, meeting
the toast, “and all who sail ‘on’ her!”
The gangsters boarded the ship, followed by
their entourage of bodyguards and henchmen.
Bambi greeted them with a friendly smile, and
they greeted her by helping themselves to her
chesty charms. By the time “The Bimbo” was
ready to depart, the gorgeous redhead had been
well and truly groped by the very men she was
supposed to arrest.
While the other sailorettes were laughing and
joking as the passengers brazenly fondled them,
Bambi was blushing a bright shade of red that
ran down her face, across her bare boobs, and
down to her bellybutton peeking out over the
top of her skirt.
She was a little worried that her embarrassment
would blow her cover, but the cabal of crooks
was more endeared to her because of her
predicament. Of course, that meant that Bambi
received more attention than the other girls,
which made her blush all the more.
Amanda went on up to the bridge, and with a
roar of engines, “The Topless Bimbo” was
underway for an afternoon of debauchery and
criminal activity on the high seas.
As Bambi busied herself serving drinks, she
guessed that before this cruise was over,
having her tits felt up would be the least of
things she would do just to bust The Walrus.
**********
Nicola was getting bored. Sitting alone in the
cabin, naked, she had nothing to do. She found
a copy of Hustler stashed in a bureau, and
enjoyed a good ‘read’.
“The Bimbo” was underway by now, and out the
porthole Nicola could see the California coast
recede into the distance and the vast blue of
the Pacific increase to fill the horizon.
The gorgeous starlet was restless. She could
hear the laughter of the party drifting down
from above and she wished she was up there too,
sunning herself on the deck, and enjoying the
erotic attentions of Mr. The Walrus and his
associates. An orgy at sea was taking place and
she was missing out!
I guess I’ll just have to wait for whatever
special event he has in mind for me, thought
Nicola.
She decided she wasn’t going to hang around
here, though. She was, after all, an undercover
starlet! That meant it was time to do some
snooping.
Of course, she was still bare-ass naked, but
that hardly mattered to the stunning ex-model.
She’d been naked in public many times before,
and this wouldn’t be the last.
Nicola opened the door and peeked out into the
corridor. It was empty, the only sounds being
the gentle creak of the yacht, the throb of the
engines, and the noise of the party. Nicola
slipped out.
She crept along the corridor. What was she
looking for? Evidence! The camera around her
neck (the only thing she was wearing) continued
to send pictures of everything she saw. When
she paused to admire the reflection of her
gorgeous, naked figure in a large mirror, she
doubtless gave their FBI back-up team a cheap
thrill.
The corridor came to abrupt end at a large iron
door. This looks promising, thought Nicola. She
placed her ear against the hatch and listened.
Nothing.
She turned the handle and opened the door,
hurrying inside.
It was then she realized she’d made a mistake.
Inside was nothing more than a dingy storeroom.
Seated around a large crate was a quartet of
hoods, engaged in a game of cards. They looked
up from their game and frowned at the nude
intruder.
“Who are you?” demanded one in a gruff voice.
“Ummm… hi,” replied Nicola, desperately
trying to think of a way out of this. “Mr. The
Walrus sent me down here. He thought you guys
might be… bored.”
The four scowls were replaced with broad grins.
“The boss is one generous man!” one cried.
Well, she was in it now, thought Nicola. She
took a few steps toward the crooks, who were
staring at her naked body.
“Tell you what, boys,” suggested one of the
thugs, “let’s pop our little plaything here in
the pot. Next hand wins get something extra.”
The four cackled, and there was nothing else
for it but Nicola to plonk her bare bottom in
the center of the makeshift table as the hoods
played poker to win her charms. Nicola kept her
legs open just a little, giving the criminals a
tempting peek at the warm, moist treasure they
were all salivating over.
Play proceeded briskly, accompanied by a great
deal of cheering and yelling. Nicola took the
opportunity to carry on snooping.
“So, what’s in these crates?” she asked,
wiggling her backside.
“Drugs,” replied one of the mobsters without
thinking.
“Shaddup!” barked the black-bearded leader.
Big-mouth shrugged.
“She’s Australian, and she’s bare-ass nekkid.
She ain’t no fed.”
“If she is,” chortled a wart-faced henchman,
“she can bust me any time she wants!” He ran a
pale hand over Nicola’s bare thigh, and she
managed a winsome smile in return.
Black-beard won the hand. He gave a roar of
victory while the others grizzled at their
loss. He unzipped his fly and began to haul out
his cock.
“Now my lovely,” he grinned, “time for you to
collect your winnings!”
The things I do for America, thought Nicola.
With a shrug of her shoulders, she opened her
mouth and knelt between black-beard’s legs…
**********
The party was in full swing. The Walrus and
Valdez were in the hot-tub, each with a couple
of lovely young ladies to keep them company.
The two gangsters were in their bathing suits.
The girls were not.
Everyone had a drink in their hands and was
enjoying themselves. The heat of the bubbling
water was turning the sailorettes’ boobs a
delicious shade of pink.
Bambi was sticking close to The Walrus. She
still carried a tray of drinks and circulated
through the assembled mobsters, but always made
sure she wasn’t out of earshot of The Walrus
and Valdez.
All the attention was beginning to get to the
busty redhead. She was waltzing around the boat
with her bare tits hanging over the silver-
serving tray. Every time someone took a drink
from her, a hand would dart out and tickle a
boob or playfully pinch a nipple. If she had to
serve someone sitting down, as she bent over to
offer them a refreshment, her short skirt would
ride up, offering her ass as a tempting target
for a slap.
But, truth be told, Bambi was beginning to
enjoy it. She couldn’t stop smiling. She was
tingling all over, and she’d never been more
aware of her own body before in her life. Every
time a grinning gangster groped her, Bambi felt
a thrill of excitement.
Maybe I’ve missed my true calling, she mused.
As a topless waitress.
The two criminal overlords cackled away,
reminiscing over old times while fondling the
naked beauties perched either side of them.
They certainly made an odd pair, The Walrus
with his obscene, fat, pale bulk, and the
withered, tiny and walnut-brown Valdez.
“Ah, Senor Walrus,” Valdez drawled, “I always
look forward to our meetings. You have such a
flair for catering.” His right hand disappeared
under the water, and from the moans of delight
coming from one of the sailorettes, it was
obvious he was fingering her pussy.
“Such beautiful senorettas…” he continued,
still groping his playmates. The Walrus
laughed.
“Valdez, old friend, you ain’t seen nothing
yet! There’s someone here very special I want
you meet, someone who’s just dying to meet
you.”
Valdez raised an eyebrow. Just then Amanda
appeared, sauntering over to the Jacuzzi. She
leaned over, her bare boobs hanging temptingly.
“I trust you gentlemen are enjoying the cruise.
We’re now in international waters.”
Bambi’s ears pricked up. Whatever they were
planning to do, they were going to do it now.
“Business can wait,” rumbled The Walrus. “Right
now, I want Mr. Valdez to get better acquainted
with my new friend. Amanda, why don’t you go
and get her ready for her grand entrance…”
“Right away, boss!” she replied. “Bambi, come
with me. We’ve got a little job to do…”
Amanda took the topless redhead by the arm and
escorted her out of the cabin. Throwing a
glance over her shoulder at the mobsters as she
departed, Bambi spied them settling in to watch
a movie on the big-screen TV.
“‘Bikini Stewardesses 2’?” read a puzzled
Valdez.
**********
Amanda and Bambi entered the cabin Nicola was
waiting in, and found her sprawled naked on the
bed with the copy of Hustler.
“What have you been up to?” Bambi asked.
“Just popped out for something to eat,” Nicola
replied.
“Time for you to get dressed,” said Amanda.
“Mr. The Walrus wants to make a big show of
introducing you to Mr. Valdez.”
“About time!” exclaimed the exasperated
starlet. “What have you got for me to wear?”
“This.” Amanda held out two cans of whipped
cream. Nicola arched her eyebrows.
“Whipped cream?”
Amanda nodded and handed one can to Bambi. “The
idea is to make Knickers a nice bikini made out
of whipped cream.”
The actress and the fed exchanged surprised
glances. “Well, this is a new one on me,”
shrugged Nicola.
‘On me’ was indeed the right phrase, as Bambi
and Amanda began to squirt the cream onto her
bare body. Nicola gave a short squeak of shock
as the cold, slippery dessert topping sprayed
across her skin, but quickly came to enjoy the
tingling sensation that accompanied the
application.
Amanda went to work on Nicola’s boobs, creating
her ‘bikini top’, while Bambi set about
sculpting a whipped-cream g-string. Nicola
gasped as the ice-cold goop sprayed across the
most sensitive parts of her delicious figure.
Once finished, Nicola admired herself in a
full-length mirror. The effect was eye-catching
to say the least. At first glance, the busty
Aussie beauty looked modestly dressed in a
fluffy white two-piece bathing suit. However,
upon closer inspection, her bikini was nothing
more than a generous helping of scrumptious
whipped cream.
Nicola beamed in delight. She always loved
dressing up in sexy outfits and parading
herself. She’d been a little jealous of the
gorgeous little costumes the sailorettes got to
wear, but this was even better!
“I look sooooo fuckable!” she enthused.
Amanda reached out a finger and scooped off a
dollop of cream from just above Nicola’s right
nipple. “Mmmm,” she moaned licking it off,
“yummy.”
“Hey,” quipped Nicola, “quit eating my
swimsuit.”
**********
Mr. Valdez was laughing by the time the movie
had finished.
“‘Bikini Stewardesses 2’!” he chortled, “such a
funny movie! To think they saved their ailing
business just by taking their clothes off. What
a marvelous and original idea.”
“And what about those girls, eh?” The Walrus
asked with a nudge and wink.
“Ahhh!” sighed Valdez. “So gorgeous in those
sexy little stewardess outfits. So eager to
please.”
“What about the Australian girl, the one who
played Kelly?”
“She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful,
sexy little conchita I have ever seen,” replied
Valdez. “Such a stunning figure! And so willing
to show herself off, eh?”
A sly look crossed The Walrus’s face. “What if
I were to tell you, my friend, that that girl
was onboard ‘The Bimbo’ right now, and just
dying to meet you.”
Valdez stared at him. “Senor Walrus, mi amigo,
can this be true?”
The Walrus threw back his head and let out a
booming laughing. “Now, Amanda!” he cried
gleefully.
The topless brunette sauntered into the cabin,
a naughty smirk dancing on her lips.
“And now,” she announced, “gentlemen, for your
viewing enjoyment, ‘The Topless Bimbo’ proudly
presents, all the way from Melbourne Australia,
the star of ‘Bikini Stewardesses 2’, Miss
Nicola ‘Knickers’ Baron!”
The sailorettes and assembled hoods burst into
applause as Nicola made her grand entrance.
Arms stretched wide, her fantastic chest puffed
out, she paraded herself around the cabin,
making sure everyone got a good look at her
near-naked body.
Nicola adored the attention, basking in the
lustful stares her unabashed display earned
her. It was such a shame that all these people
would shortly be in prison, but at least
Nicola’s lewd show would keep them going.
She did a circuit of the room, shaking her tits
and wiggling her ass. Finally she strolled over
to Mr. Valdez, luxuriating in the hot-tub. His
dark eyes stared up at her, enchanted.
“Well, hello handsome,” Nicola purred. “You
must be the guest of honor.”
“Ooooh,” Valdez murmured. “Senorita Knickers.
Such an interesting choice in swimwear.”
“You like it? It is very fetching,” said
Nicola. “It also doubles as a handy snack.” She
dipped her finger into her ‘bikini bottoms’ and
then reached out to offer it to the Colombian
gangster. His withered old lips closed around
Nicola’s elegant finger, slurping down the
whipped cream and enjoying a brief suck on that
part of the tasty starlet’s anatomy.
Realizing he was hungry for more, Nicola placed
her arms on the edge of the Jacuzzi and leaned
forward, offering her cream-covered boobs to
Valdez.
Grinning, he thrust his face between her
breasts and began to suckle. Nicola let out a
sigh of pleasure as the withered old Colombian
nuzzled greedily on her nipples, tongue lapping
at her tits, smearing the thick cream all over
his own face and her chest.
As she watched the wanton scene, Bambi noted
that the very camera that would bring about
Valdez’s downfall was right now bouncing off
his cheek.
Finally, Valdez had sated his hunger for bimbo-
in-cream, and his brown little head emerged
from between Nicola’s breasts. Most of her
“bikini top” had disappeared inside the crime
lord, or been spread across her chest, and
Nicola’s nipples, pink and bloated with desire,
peaked out from the remaining blobs of cream.
“Is there anything else I can do you?” she
asked in her husky, Australian accent. “And I
do mean anything.”
“I think you should put on a little show for
us,” rumbled The Walrus.
“A show!” squealed Nicola. “Sounds great! What
exactly would you like me to do?”
“Perhaps you and one of these gorgeous
sailorettes could perform a demonstration of
the Sapphic arts?” suggested Valdez.
Nicola cast an eye over the assembled, half-
naked girls, dressed in their adorable little
costumes. They smiled, waved, and winked at the
sticky starlet.
All except one.
Agent Bambi tried to shrink back into the
shadows. OK, so she’d been able to spend most
of the day striding around the boat with her
massive tits exposed. She’d even laughed gaily
whenever one of these gangsters pinched her
ass. But fuck Nicola for their entertainment?
The Walrus and Valdez caught her worried look
and exchanged an evil glance.
“Bambi,” commanded the obese mobster. “You and
Knickers are good friends. We’d all enjoy
watching you show just how close the two of you
really are.”
Everyone in the room was staring at the busty
fed. She swallowed, trying to use her serving
tray to cover her bare, blushing boobs. “S-sure
thing,” Bambi stammered.
Reluctance written all over her, she took a
step towards her fellow undercover agent.
Nicola smirked, gesturing with a crooked finger
for her to come closer.
Bambi approached her partner. Nicola reached
out, wrapped her arms around Bambi’s slender
waist and puller her closer. Slowly, Bambi
brought her lips closer to Nicola’s, the tall
model bending down slightly. A buzz of
excitement ran through the on-lookers.
Gently, they kissed. Nicola could feel Bambi
quivering in her arms, her hefty boobs brushing
against Nicola’s considerable pair.
“What do I do?” Bambi whispering in Nicola’s
ear.
“Just follow my lead,” Nicola replied. “Relax
and enjoy this.”
Bambi was acutely aware of how public her first
lesbian tryst was about to be. The sailorettes.
The gangsters. Valdez, the ancient old
Colombian. And the man Bambi had sworn to
arrest, The Walrus himself, leering at the
couple in delight.
Bambi closed her eyes, tried to block them out.
She concentrated instead of the feeling of
Nicola’s hands on her bare skin, the
intoxicating sensation of having the Aussie
starlet press her naked body against her own,
rubbing the remaining cream all over each
other.
“Oh, yes,” she murmured.
With a smile, Nicola went to work on the shy
fed. Since her friend Jennifer had initiated
her into the pleasures of girl-on-girl sex,
Nicola had herself in turn worked her Sapphic
talents on other young women.
Passionately, they kissed, Nicola’s tongue
exploring the moist, wet interior of Bambi’s.
She moaned in delight. Nicola’s hands skimmed
up her waist, delicate fingers brushing across
Bambi’s sensitive nipples.
More moaning from the neophyte dyke.
The ardor of their necking began to pick up.
The couple were making out so vigorously they
were practically fucking each other with their
mouths. Nicola broke the kiss, gulped in a few
mouthfuls of air, and then began to suck on
Bambi’s nipples.
Bambi threw back her head and let out a stream
of high-pitched squeals. This surprised Nicola
for a moment, she never picked the redhead for
a screamer.
The crowd surged forward, not wanting to miss a
single moment of this display of naked lesbian
lust. A strange silence had fallen over the
hoods and their molls, as if the power of
Nicola and Bambi’s desire had somehow enchanted
them.
Tenderly, Nicola lowered her lover to the cabin
floor, laying her down on her back. Bambi
whimpered. The gentle rocking of the sea added
an extra erotic dimension to their lovemaking,
as if a third invisible participant was
cradling the couple.
Nicola continued to use her tongue to bring the
special agent to new heights of ecstasy. No
part of Bambi’s body was off-limit to Nicola’s
roving mouth. She began with a fresh assault on
her puckered nipples, but moved on, down her
quivering, well-toned stomach, before sliding
through the undergrowth of her muff and into
the warmest part of her flesh.
Bambi’s cries picked up again, as Nicola’s
tongue beavered away at her honey-flavored
pussy. Bambi’s juices ran like a river, mixing
with the cream, dripping down her thighs and
leaving a wet sheen on Nicola’s cute little
nose.
In and out Nicola’s tongue lapped at Bambi’s
cunt. The bucked her hips, fucking Nicola’s
face. Her yells reached fever pitch, screaming
out (not caring who heard her) for Nicola to
make her her bitch-slut.
The sound of applause broke the spell. Nicola
stood up, helping the shaky Bambi to her feet.
The Walrus hauled his massive bulk out of the
hot-tub, accompanied by his diminutive
Colombian business associate.
“A stunning display, my dears,” The Walrus
drooled. “Very arousing.”
“Senorita Knickers,” said Valdez formally,
“would you do me the honor of accompanying me
to my cabin and letting me fuck you silly?”
“Sure!” Nicola replied.
The Walrus seized Bambi, lifting her into his
arms. “Every sailorette aboard this vessel must
undergo an initiation rite,” he rumbled. “It’s
time, my dear, to assess your seaworthiness.”
Without a murmur of protest, the two undercover
agents were led below decks to the staterooms,
and soon “The Topless Bimbo” was echoing to the
sound of frenzied fucking, as the orgy-at-sea
reached its climax.
Bambi was being pounded by that enormous
appendage she had witnessed yesterday. She
whimpered, moaned and squealed in delight as
his gigantic cock sawed in and out of her
sopping wet cunt. Somewhere in the back of her
mind, she played out a teenage sex fantasy of
being fucked by a python.
For now, Agent Bambi had no thoughts about
arresting anyone.
**********
Later (much, much later):
The Walrus and Valdez were in the conference
room, at last getting down to the business of
plotting their nefarious schemes. They were
closeted away, surrounded by their guards, and
(in order to keep their minds from wandering)
the sailorettes were kept out.
Nicola and Bambi discreetly slipped away to
discuss their next move. Neither one of them
had bothered to put any clothes on, after their
little display it seemed rather pointless.
“Valdez told me he’s not going back to the
mainland aboard ‘The Bimbo’,” said Nicola.
“We’re on our way to rendezvous with a
seaplane, and he’ll fly back to Colombia.”
“We need to make a move now,” said Bambi.
“Somehow, we need to get this boat back into US
territorial waters so the FBI can board it.”
Nicola waggled her eyebrows. “I have a plan,”
she announced.
**********
Amanda was alone on the bridge of “The Topless
Bimbo”, keeping the yacht on a S-W-W heading on
their way to the rendezvous point. Nicola, buck
naked, appeared in the doorway, eyeing her up
hungrily.
“Hello, gorgeous,” she greeted Amanda in a
husky voice.
“Hello yourself,” said replied. “Come on in.”
Nicola sauntered over to where Amanda stood
behind the wheel. She ran a finger over the
control panel in a suggestive manner. “So, how
do you drive this thing?” she asked.
“Here, let me show you.” Amanda stepped back,
allowing Nicola to slip in front of her.
“Put your hands on the wheel like this,” Amanda
instructed. She gently placed Nicola’s hands on
the helm, holding them in place. Nicola
quivered slightly at the pleasant sensation of
their hands touching.
“Now you just keep her steady.”
Nicola could feel Amanda standing behind her,
her tits pressing against the starlet’s bare
back, her crotch rubbing against Nicola’s
shapely buttocks. She was aware of the brunette
breathing, the rising and falling of her chest,
the alluring warmth of her body so
tantalizingly close. It was a moment oh-so
innocent – just a little sailing lesson – but
the fact that the two girls were naked and
brushing so close against each other made it
delightfully naughty.
“She handles very well,” murmured Nicola.
“She does indeed,” purred Amanda. She snuggled
up to Nicola, resting her head on the
Australian’s shoulder. “Remember, she’s most
responsive to a gentle touch.”
“Yes, I can feel it.”
Casually, almost absentmindedly, Amanda removed
her hand from atop Nicola’s on the wheel, and
placed it on the starlet’s right boob. Nicola
made no move to stop her.
“Easy does it,” Amanda murmured into Nicola’s
ear. Gently, her hand squeezed Nicola’s breast.
A slight moan escaped her lips.
“Tell me,” asked Nicola, her pulse racing,
“does this thing have an auto-pilot?”
She maneuvered herself around, bringing her
body face to face with Amanda’s. The saucy
captain needed no other prompting, and she
kissed Nicola passionately. While still necking
Nicola, she groped for the controls and
activated the auto heading and throttle.
Gasping with passion, the couple groped their
way out of the bridge and onto the upper deck.
A moment later, Bambi entered the bridge. She
gave a satisfied smirk, and then made a slight
course change to the east…
**********
Nicola was lying in the sun, a dozing Amanda
curled up in her arms. Suddenly, a voice called
out-
“Ahoy! You there! ‘Topless Bimbo’, prepare to
be boarded!”
Nicola indignantly sat up. “Who are you calling
a topless bimbo?!” she yelled back. “And you
could at least buy a girl dinner first!” Then
she sheepishly realized that was the name of
the boat.
A pair of coastguard launches had come
alongside “The Bimbo” and armed FBI agents
surged forward, ready to board The Walrus’s
floating den of iniquity. Seeing all those
handsome men dressed in jet-black uniforms and
carrying machine guns, Nicola experienced a
brief regret that it was the boat they intended
to board and not her.
There was a flurry of activity and commotion
from below deck as the federal agents stormed
the boats. In short order, The Walrus, Valdez
and their men were dragged on deck.
“How dare you!” bawled the fat gangster. “We’re
in international waters, this is an act of
piracy!”
“You shouldn’t’ve fallen asleep, Teducci,”
replied DD Franklin, accompanying his men on
the swoop. “These are US territorial waters.”
Agent Johnson appeared from below deck,
victoriously wielding several plastic bags
containing white powder. “It’s just like she
said, chief. We found these in one of the
storage bays.”
The Walrus was dragged away, bellowing like a
wounded hippo. Valdez was taken into custody as
well, the little old man blinking
uncomprehendingly at his captors.
Nicola bounded down from the upper deck. “Quite
the haul, eh?” she said.
Franklin turned a leering eye at the starlet,
and the other agents had a hard time
concentrating on cuffing the captured crooks.
“I must say, Ms. Knickers,” said Franklin,
“when our operatives go ‘undercover’ they
usually, um, ‘cover up’.”
Nicola looked down, remembering she was still
naked. “Oops!” she cried, clutching her arms
against her exposed chest. “I better get some
clothes on!”
At that moment, Agent Bambi climbed up from
below deck. Like Nicola she was still naked,
but unlike Nicola she’d yet to realize her
state of dis-dress.
“Agent Thumper!” he cried. “Great work.” He
seized her by the hand and shook it vigorously,
sending her bare boobs jiggling. “We’ve busted
the entire Teducci gang, and it’s all thanks to
you.
“And, ah, Agent Thumper,” added Franklin,
“seeing as you’re still technically undercover
we’ll excuse your informal choice of attire.”
Bambi froze. Slowly, she looked down at her
naked body, still covered in traces of whipped
cream and her own juices. The busty redhead
gave a squeal of shock and scuttled back below
decks to find some clothes.
Nicola couldn’t help but laugh at the poor
girl’s predicament.
A pair of agents led the handcuffed Amanda down
from the bridge. Nicola and Bambi weren’t the
only naked girl aboard “The Bimbo”.
“Sorry about all of this,” said Nicola. She
rather liked Amanda and was sorry to see her
arrested too. The sexy brunette shrugged.
“Ah well. I guess it is about time I got back
into the legal profession.”
“You don’t have to,” Nicola replied, casting a
professional eye over her fine, naked body.
“Have you ever thought about becoming an
actress?”
Blushing profusely, Bambi appeared on deck once
more. Her search for clothes had been in vain,
but some kind agent had lent her an FBI jacket
to wear. It came down barely an inch below her
crotch, and although giving her some sense of
decorum, navigating the yacht’s steep stairs
still gave whoever was behind her a cheap
thrill. She joined the still-nude Aussie
starlet.
“I told you, didn’t I? Didn’t I say that we’d
get to wear some sexy outfits, then run around
nude before ending up having sex?” said Nicola
to her partner with a smirk. Bambi nodded.
“This operation was a little different, but
it’s all turned out for the best. I guess I did
a couple of things that were a little
embarrassing, but it’s all over now.” She
breathed an exaggerated sigh of relief and gave
a sheepish grin.
“Well, Agent Thumper,” DD Franklin called to
her, “you’re bound to get a promotion for
pulling this off.”
“Wow, thanks chief,” she gushed.
“Especially,” Franklin added with a grin, “when
the men on the promotions board get a look at
the surveillance tapes from this operation.”
Bambi’s face fell, remembering everything she’d
done – wearing the slutty sailorette costume,
parading around half-naked, being groped by the
hoods (and enjoying it!) her public exhibition
of lesbian lust with Nicola, before finally
ending up in bed with The Walrus – it had all
been captured on the miniatures cameras she and
Nicola were wearing. And they were now on tape,
doubtless to be kept forever in some FBI
archive.
Bambi squealed in horror. Nicola suppressed a
giggle.
Being naked on camera was all in a days work
for this undercover starlet.
