The Russian Enterprise Ch. 05byAsylumSeeker©
FINDING MRS. RIGHT
Carson leaned back in his leather seat in front of his computer monitor viewing his significantly smaller investment portfolio. He sighed and leaned back, running his fingers through the thinning dark and gray strands of hair. After several days of thought and observing the complete change in Keller's personality, Carson gave in and instructed Keller to go forward with the arrangement with his mysterious 'friend'.
He was contacted two days later in the parking garage at work by a shady and very intimidating character dressed in black. Shadows prevented him from seeing the stranger's face as a small slip of paper was thrust into Carson's right hand.
If you're serious about Russian woman, deposit one hundred fifty grand in account as show of good faith. No guarantees. Burn paper when done.(Boris)
When Carson had glanced up to ask a question of this mysterious man, it seemed he had disappeared into thin air!
Once he'd sold a large chunk of stocks and completed the transfer, Keller emailed him a link to a "Russian Beauties" website where it showed pictures of available women. For Carson the whole selection process seemed eerily reminiscent of the slave trade days in early America. But the accompanying bios provided by the young women oozed with excitement as they vied for his interest.
He scrolled down the list of foreign hopefuls. There were a surprising number of them, with a variety of physical attributes and personalities. He mentally flagged Veronika as a potential partner as he was drawn to her sweet face and youthful appearance. She was only twenty three and was seeking a man slightly younger, but Carson was confident the parameters might not be as restricting as they appeared, especially in his unique case with a 'friend' streamlining the normally tedious process.
And then, toward the end of the list, he noticed Katya. The ravishing blonde with kind, compassionate eyes immediately stood out from the rest. He was struck not only by her obvious beauty, but by something he couldn't quite put his finger on. There was something that was conveyed in her expression that captivated his attention.
Carson clicked on the link and read her bio. She was twenty five years old, lived in Moscow, had grey eyes and blonde hair, and worked at a university. She didn't smoke and drank on occasion.
The age was right, he decided. She was well-educated, and everything about her seemed to parallel his own interests in a woman. Could it be too good to be true?
He continued reading. Katya wrote that she was kind-hearted, always ready to help, honest, and very sociable. The 'kind' and 'very sociable' attributes struck Carson. As a CEO's wife those were two very important attributes.
After several repeat visits Carson decided on Katya. Although pictures could never fully replicate a person's true beauty, what he saw was everything he'd always wanted. A young woman with breath-taking beauty, sophisticated and sultry, with a gorgeous smile and enticing eyes; Katya was the whole package and worthy of a CEO.
And then the waiting started. Keller warned him that it could take several months for all the necessary travel papers and authorizations to be arranged for, and that additional expenses could be incurred. Carson braced himself as best he could for a potentially long delay.
Carson glanced down at the task bar on the monitor and noted the numbers of the digital clock. The grumble in his stomach confirmed that it was time to eat. After getting up he vacated the office and walked down a hallway toward the elevators when he ran across his secretary. She smiled warmly and held out a key card.
"I heard Palmer making overtures for the suite, so I grabbed it for you," she explained with a knowing wink.
Carson alone knew it wouldn't be needed, but he thanked Brenda for her foresight and accepted it regardless. "That's very thoughtful, thanks."
She asked, "Shall I arrange for the other, as well?"
He smiled. "No, I think I'll skip the champagne this time. But thanks anyway."
He slipped the key card into his front pants pocket and quickly forgot about it.
It was closing in on 10:00 p.m. on Friday night when Carson finally closed the file he was working on and logged out. For the first time in two months there was no rush to leave. His house was silent and empty, and June would no longer be meeting him at the hotel.
He briefly thought of Keller and the Russian girlfriend who the senior VP was undoubtedly with. Carson hoped he'd soon be able to experience that same sense of unbridled joy and zest for life. There was still a nagging in his mind as he wondered if the whole idea was crazy and foolish on his part.
A few minutes later Carson hesitated in front of his parked Mercedes and pushed the fingers of his right hand into his front pants pocket. As he probed for the familiar shape of the car keys he also felt the plastic key card. Initially Carson was confused, until he recalled Brenda handing it to him earlier in the day. A bittersweet smile appeared on his face as he thought of June. Perhaps the Russian bride scheme wasn't so foolish after all.
Once inside the Mercedes and on his way home, he instead found himself heading for the hotel. Carson wasn't anxious to embrace the loneliness of his own home and decided to have a drink instead.
"Good to see you again, sir," the concierge greeted Carson warmly as he passed into the main entrance of the hotel.
Had he continued forward, Carson would have walked up to an expansive customer service counter. To the right was a bank of elevators. To his left, bright neon lights resembling the shapes of an exotic locale beckoned.
The lounge was quite large and consisted of three tiers. Customers entered on the highest, oval-shaped and carpeted, tier. It offered tables and chairs in a relaxing, dimly lit setting amidst fake green foliage. The second oval tier, two steps lower, boasted a long bar with stools. The lowest level offered a dance floor dimly illuminated from below.
Carson found that the club was very quiet. There were several couples scattered about but the mood appeared subdued. He walked down to the second level and settled on a stool at the near end of the bar.
A young, smiling, well-dressed man approached. "Can I get you something, sir?"
Carson considered his answer. With a grin he responded, "I'd like a White Russian, please."
A figure passed behind him. The pleasing scent of a woman captured his attention. He glanced to his left to check her out and noticed she was looking back at him over her right shoulder. Appearing to be intrigued, she stopped and smiled warmly. Carson immediately noticed the allure in her brown eyes and the inviting appeal of her full, glistening lips.
After a brief delay she motioned toward the stool to his left.
"May I?" she asked in a British accent.
He nodded. "Of course."
She was a lovely woman who appeared to be in her early thirties. She had a petite, slender figure and was quite shapely, with shoulder-length chestnut hair. Full, firm breasts formed an attractive cleavage that was proudly revealed by the low-cut black evening dress she was wearing. Based on her choice of clothing Carson sensed that she was looking for male companionship.
"I'm Victoria," she introduced herself while extending her right hand.
He shook it, noting the softness of her skin. "I'm Carson. Can I buy you a drink?"
The bartender returned with Carson's White Russian. "Can I get you something, Miss?"
She glanced over at Carson's drink. "I'll have what he's having."
Casual conversation ensued. She lived in the London suburbs and was on holiday following a bitter divorce, celebrating her newfound freedom. He admitted to being married to his job and was between girlfriends at the moment. After their availability status was made known, she smiled invitingly and reached a hand over, squeezing his left upper leg.
"How about moving this conversation to a private table?" Victoria suggested.
Carson winked. "I'll carry the drinks."
She picked out a table far from any of the other patrons, and cloaked in shadows. It was an oval shaped booth with a semi-circular fabric bench seat. They sat down with Victoria on his left. He immediately reached an arm around her shoulders and pulled the woman close.
"How long are you in town for?" he inquired, hoping that she would prove to be a nice distraction and make for a rather delightful weekend.
"I'm flying out tomorrow afternoon," she announced with a despondent shrug of her shoulders. "But that doesn't mean we can't make the most of the time I have left."
Her soft fingers moved up his leg, closing in on his crotch. Carson grinned and looked into her eyes before leaning forward and kissing those luscious lips. After several slow, sensual kisses, the tip of his tongue licked them. He could taste the sweet flavor of her lip gloss. Her mouth opened in a silent invitation, drawing his wet muscle inside like a fly to a Venus trap.
Carson's body stiffened as Victoria squeezed on his package. Slight tingling pressure formed in his balls as his penis anxiously stirred. Her teasing fingers slowly awakened his desire. His right hand reached over and gently caressed the left side of her smooth face. He breathed in deeply while savoring her scent. She moaned approvingly into his mouth as their French kissing turned passionate.
His fingers descended, lightly caressing a breast through the dress. His index finger quickly located the swelling nipple and playfully circled the extending shaft. Victoria's back arched, thrusting her bosom forward. He cupped the mound and squeezed harder, feeling her lithe body shuddering in response.
Their tongues hungrily entwined, eagerly devouring one another. His right hand moved down her form, grasping her left knee. Victoria's sleek legs eased apart. Carson's hand slid up her inner thigh as their breathing and heart rates quickened with desire.
His cock was fully erect. She was stroking the bulge through his clothing. He could feel the semen oozing from the tip, painting the inside of his underpants with wetness.
Her mouth pulled away from his. She gazed deeply into his eyes, lips widely smiling. "I want you."
Before he could respond she moved her mouth to his left ear and began nibbling on the lobe. He stiffened as joyous sensations rushed through his flesh. His cock surged with excitement, thick cum leaking through his clothing.
Carson's fingers moved up between her legs and pushed down the front of her panties. They caressed the hairless mound before gently massaging the smooth lips. Her thighs widened further. He could feel the humid heat emanating from her anxious pussy. His fingers pushed between the outer folds and eased into the velvet-smooth slit, greeted by juice.
"Fuck my cunt with your fingers," she frantically whispered. "Make me cum. It's been so long."
He groped her wet cunt, exploring the wondrous slick valley. Her body tensed as he teased the enlarged clit. She moaned into his ear as delightful heat filled her loins. Her pelvis desperately shifted up and down, grinding her pussy against his fingers.
"Fuck me," she repeated. "Oh please, baby, I need you so bad. Fuck my cunt."
His fingers slid down to her opening. After the tips were wet with essence he entwined two middle fingers and slowly worked them inside the tight opening.
"Oh, God! Yes!"
Her canal stretched as the fingers pushed deeper, her flowing wetness coating the penetrating appendages. Once they were fully inside, he began pumping his fingers in and out of her writhing body. Victoria rotated her pelvis up and began thrusting her hips forward and back. She reached both arms around his shoulders for support and held on.
Carson watched the lovely woman as her squirming body fucked his fingers. Her juice was readily flowing, soaking his fingers. He could discern a slight squishing sound as his digits slid in and out of her aroused cunt. Using his left hand he tugged a dress strap off her left shoulder. His fingers reached inside and cupped a soft swell. He captured the hardened nipple between two fingers, squeezing and twisting on the rubbery tip.
"Yes!" she breathlessly exclaimed. "So good... Oh yes! Uh!"
The physical exertion soon overheated her luscious body. Tiny beads of perspiration formed on her brow and began dripping down the sides of her face. Her motions quickly grew desperate as she felt an orgasm building. The tingling fire in her lower belly was intensifying with each frantic penetration.
"Oh baby, I'm so close!"
Her left hand reached down and grabbed his wrist, holding his hand in position with his fingers buried in her canal. She started grinding her cunt hard against his digits, gasping and groaning in amazed delight. Carson could tell by her breathing that she was on the verge of climax. His fingers twisted hard on the nipple, helping to create a rush of pleasure that surged through her sweaty form.
Victoria gasped aloud as her body stiffened. Juice flooded her cunt as her tensed muscles twitched in powerful spasms of ecstasy. For a brief moment nothing mattered, there were no worries or concerns as she delighted in the waves of tingling joy that raced through her flesh. Her writhing briefly intensified as she continued wildly rubbing her cunt against his hand while savoring the thrill of orgasm.
After several seconds she relaxed and leaned back. Victoria was breathless and panting for air as she recovered from the wonderful climax. She looked over at Carson with a wide, appreciative grin on her face. A few moments later she reached for her drink and finished it off. He did the same.
Carson held his key card up. "How about we take this to my place?"
She nodded her head from side to side and flashed him a devious grin. "Not yet."
Her body slithered under the table. He heard a metallic zipping sound as she opened up the front of his pants. Soft fingers encircled his shaft and drew his cock and balls out into the open air. Fingers moved up and down the stiff, throbbing shaft. Carson next felt a wet tongue swirling over the tip, gathering up the leaking semen. His balls surged with tingling pressure.
While both of her hands pumped up and down on his erect organ, she took the head into her wonderfully warm mouth. With her lips secured around the bottom of the rounded tip Victoria sucked hard and pried at the elongated eye of his cock with the tip of her tongue. Carson nearly squirmed out of his seat as he felt the amazing vacuum suction.
After several moments her hands moved to his balls, gently squeezing on the heavy orbs. Her lips slid down the shaft as her mouth slowly consumed more and more of his length. He was impressed by her talent when he felt her lips pressing against his scrotum with his cock fully embraced. He loved the wet heat and pressure that enveloped him.
Her mouth moved up and down his shaft quite quickly. He interlaced the fingers of both hands on top of her head, both controlling her motions and protecting her from unintentionally bumping against the table. Carson began thrusting his hips, fucking her hot mouth with his cock. It felt so good to be with a woman again.
He didn't last very long that first time, which was her intention from the very start; get each other off quickly, and then move to the bedroom for a long night of intense, erotic fucking. Victoria's skilled mouth drew the seed from his balls with practiced perfection. Carson was quickly on edge, marveling at the tingling pleasure that accompanied the rising of his semen. He could feel beads of sweat running down the sides of his face and soaking into the collar of his shirt.
His body stiffened as he felt the seed moving. His balls tightened against the base of his shaft and prepared to explode. His body twitched harder the closer he got. She was smiling to herself as she felt him getting closer and closer. He thrust his cock as far down her throat as he could reach and ejaculated, firing a thick, powerful filament of cum inside.
She kept licking and sucking. He grimaced and softly grunted while squirting several more streams of his hot, milky seed. Victoria captured all that his balls provided and eagerly swallowed until she'd drained him. When he relaxed and leaned back, she resurfaced and cuddled on his left side.
He looked over and grinned. "You're amazing. Why did your husband ever leave you?"
She smiled back. "Who said he did?"
He zipped up and straightened his clothing as best he could. "Ready?"
"I'm more than ready."
After dropping Victoria off at the airport the next day Carson reflected on the drive home. What would it be like to have a wife, a real wife... Someone to hold and be held by, to connect with on an emotional level, not like the brief affairs he'd been engaging in. He needed a woman to share the joys and pains of life with, and to grow old alongside. Carson was ready and eager to make a life-long commitment to the right woman.
But would an anonymous Russian woman be the right person for him? What was her life like, he wondered? Who was the person behind the beautiful face? Was she kind and caring, emotional, supportive, and loving? Or would she be cold and careless toward him? And would he see the 'real person' before the wedding, or would some Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde transformation take place?
He thought of Katya; her picture, and the words she had written. Carson hoped they were as real as the money he had invested, and were as real as his hopes for a successful solution to his loneliness. How wonderful it would be to have a wife to greet him at the door, to love him when he was aroused, and simply just to hold and share his life with!
"Who are you, Katya? Will you make me proud or regretful?" he wondered out loud.