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Undercover Starlet

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."

**********

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 her 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," Amanda 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 boat. 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.

END.
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