The Russian Enterprise Ch. 06byWhiteWave48©
A chain story in short chapters
This story, as old as time itself but in a modern context, concerns wealthy or powerful men exploiting a poor but beautiful woman. Of course, part of it must tell of the woman's struggles as she gains more control over her life and experiences happier times.
This chapter contains sexual references to an earlier non-consent situation, but is essentially non-erotic.
Ch. 06 - The Bridal Site
Surely things could get no worse.
By the time Katya reached her St Petersburg apartment block, she was wilting from the combined effects of the summer afternoon and the long woolen overcoat she wore. The cool silk lining against her bare skin had lost its appeal long ago as the heat generated beneath its insulating layers left her bathed in perspiration, made worse by the energetic walk from the bus and the torments raging in her mind.
The shame of her dismissal still smouldered inside her. The realization that her boss had actually blackmailed and bribed her stung at every turn. The knowledge that his friendly advances were really a disguised, systematic abuse burned into her brain and seared a river of fire through her body. Katya felt like a victim, enraged that she'd been fool enough to think it a harmless, pleasurable arrangement over which she'd had a measure of control.
As she reached the foot of the stairs leading into her apartment block, she wondered what she would tell her mother, Natalya and her sister, Lena at this hour. At 2:30 in the afternoon, either or both of them could be home. Her mother's first violin students would arrive in another hour or so, and her sister's college timetable was flexible this year.
If she was lucky, Katya could make it unnoticed through the front door and into the bedroom she and Lena shared, grab some fresh clothes and head for the bathroom. The day was hot enough for her to take a shower mid-afternoon and say she'd come home unwell, affected by the heat of the day with a headache, sudden illness - anything as long as it meant no questions asked.
With each step of her walking shoes on the stairs, she knew that she'd reached a turning point in her life. She had to make a decision soon.
Katya turned the key in the lock and opened the door. The living room was empty, the apartment silent. She was in luck. Then she heard a giggle. Laughter. It came from her bedroom. Her mother and her sister - they were both home. Katya closed the door behind her. There was no way she could hide her predicament from them now. She clenched a fist to strengthen her resolve, and prepared herself for all the questions.
At this point it wasn't clear just who was most surprised by Katya's early return from the office - Lena, Natalya, or Katya herself.
"What are you doing?" cried Katya aloud as she stood in the doorway of her bedroom, looking quite plain in her dark navy overcoat, its seasonal strangeness quite ordinary compared to the chaotic sight before her eyes.
"And mama! I had no idea!" Katya looked from one to the other.
Lena let out a scream and grabbed a skirt from her bed, holding it to her body to hide her obvious semi-nudity. Natalya stood like a statue, a feather duster in her hand and a number of silk scarves swathed round her neck, apparently arrested in the middle of dusting and tidying. Both stared at Katya in amazement.
The doors to Katya's big wardrobe stood wide open and the two of them seemed to be helping themselves to its contents - to the carefully wrapped packages of expensive, designer lingerie and clothing - all gifts from Katya's boss.
Katya, who for the past two or three hours had been trembling with the prospect of facing all the questions from her family, was now the one doing all the asking. The situation was suddenly reversed.
"Lena! You must explain to me what you are doing in my wardrobe. And Mama! How could you!"
Lena dropped her skirt. Katya could see her standing there now, her beautiful 20 year-old body naked except for the two small items of underwear she wore, a beautiful pale blue bra with cream lace trim and matching silk French-style panties, part of a gift set. Her large breasts filled the exotic cut of the plunging bra cups, swelling above the fine lace and highlighting her smooth, pale skin and slim waist.
Clearly, Lena and her mother had been playing 'dress-ups' with Katya's clothes, and between the two of them they'd turned the room into a disaster area. In contrast with its usual neatness, the double bed was strewn with many different outfits. Plastic and cardboard packaging and tissue wrap lay piled on the floor. The only ordered space was the wardrobe itself, and Natalya's attention still strayed there as she flicked her feather duster over the evenly spaced plastic-covered outfits hanging within.
Horror-stricken, Katya realized the irony of the situation. Such illicit pleasures these two were deriving from her hitherto untouched, outrageously expensive gifts! And on such a day! Neither of them had any idea how her boss had expected her, almost daily, to pay for those material rewards, deliberately shooting his seed into her hair and onto her clothes as she pleasured herself before his gaze. Why, her mother believed the gifts to be some kind of modern version of a trousseau in preparation for marriage!
For the first time, Katya began to feel the beginnings of real tears well in her eyes. All the way home in the bus she'd been mopping the flow with a single damp handkerchief, but she'd never sobbed out her distress. She'd never given full expression to her despair at the way her boss had dropped his apparent façade of gentle friendliness, demanding that she strip naked and bend over the desk so he could hold her down and fuck her from behind in that heartless fashion, surprising her with a sexual vigor he'd never used in his gentle dealings with her on previous occasions.
Standing in the doorway, her eyes filling with tears that threatened to course down her cheeks, Katya decided to bare all - both physically and emotionally.
"Look at me," she said in a strained, hushed voice, almost hissing at them. "Look at me, sister, as you stand there in those clothes paid for by my body. And mama - you look at me. A man has used me most cruelly today and you are taking pleasure from his bribes."
She reached for the top button of her coat. Lena and their mama stood motionless, staring at every move, watching as she undid the buttons and the coat fell open.
"Yes, look," said Katya, undoing another two buttons.
As she slipped the heavy coat from her shoulders and dropped it to the floor around her feet, still partly buttoned, Lena and Natalya could see their Katya standing there before them in the heat of the afternoon, her feet still in those plain shoes but now trapped by the folds of the coat, her beautiful body without a stitch of clothing to cover its nakedness.
Lena and Natalya gasped as they took in the full impact of her revelation, shocked at the vision before them.
Katya was holding her breath, embracing her breasts as if to protect them from harm. She knew what would happen if she relaxed and let it out, weakening her fortifications against the world and releasing her feelings. She spoke quietly to the two women, trying to sound calm as her intentions became clearer.
"And now," she said, lifting her feet from of the coat piled round them and slipping off her shoes, "I need a shower. He took my clothes. He took my job. He has also taken part of me. This day has been... very bad."
She kicked the coat aside and turned down the dark passage, moving with steps so devoid of feeling and purpose that she felt herself to be in another world.
To Lena and her mother it was like a vanishing act. Before their eyes, the naked Katya stepped back from the doorway then away from them completely. One minute she was there; the next she was gone. In the bedroom they stood together, stunned, surrounded by the chaos they'd created. The image of Katya's vulnerable body burned into their vision.
Perhaps they should have run to her that very minute and taken her in their arms. They could have followed her down the hall and soothed her, knowing that she'd been hurt and needed their loving attentions. They could have made a fuss of her even if they risked her anger as she threw them off, never wishing to speak to them again. Both of them were shocked to the core, helpless for the moment.
In the bathroom, Katya's resolve to seek their help evaporated in an instant. Her determination to dismiss her pride and tell everything to her family, right down to the last detail, was gone.
Lena and mama heard Katya turn on the shower - hard. Above the hiss of the water on tiles and the hum of the pipes through the walls, they heard the first deep, heart-wrenching sob as she began to wail and cry out her pain, releasing it from the depths of her being.
Fifteen minutes later the sobs began to abate and everything went quiet. The flow of water ceased and the plumbing ceased its scream.
That was when Lena came out of her trance and tears of relief began to stream down her face. She went in to her sister then, wrapping her in a fresh towel and drawing her close, rocking her gently and making soothing noises and kissing her hair, stroking her face and trying her utmost to make amends and heal her wounds.
"Is it your family?" her mama was asking as they sat round the kitchen table. "Is it your mama? I did my best for you after your papa died. You know that."
Katya reached across and touched her mother affectionately.
"I know you did, mama," she assured her. "It's not that. It is life the way it is now. It is the state of employment and how we live. My job with Mikhail Andreyevich was typical of that kind of thing. He opened up a promising career for me and I thought he was a kind and generous man, perhaps even a man I could marry, but I found out he was peculiar and now he has hurt me.
"Those strange interests of his were really a sign of deeper troubles. Perhaps what he did to me today has saved me from a worse fate. He has given me the benefit of this experience so I may judge better in the future."
She paused for a moment, noting the expression of curiosity in her sister's eyes. At this stage, Katya had not revealed any details about her ordeal, and she knew her sister was dying to know more.
Essentially, it was a case of leaving her sister and mother knowing just enough - that Katya had been forced to submit to an unwanted sexual experience at her place of work. They'd seen the way she'd had no choice but to make her way home on the bus without any clothing under her coat, and that was enough.
Katya continued, trying to steer the conversation in a more general direction.
"We all believe life will turn out well for us, but we have very little control over our future. After today I want to have more control over my life. It is true I wish to build a career and earn more money, but I also wish for a family.
"You were lucky mama," she went on, "To grow up in the countryside with your family about you; to know more about the natural world and the beauty of Russia than I will ever experience."
"But what will you do?" asked her sister. "How do you think you will make a difference when you are just one woman?"
"I can make no difference to anything around me if I stay here," said Katya, "But I can make a difference to me, personally, if I move away."
Natalya looked up, afraid of what was to come. She'd heard it before.
"What do you mean?" asked Lena.
"This," explained Katya. "If I can't change the situation, I can change myself. I have decided to leave. Whatever it takes, I will leave and go to the United States of America. To do that, I must find myself a husband. I have done the research, and I know there is no other way to obtain a visa."
Looking more content that evening as she sat before her computer, Katya opened the website to show her mother and sister. A background of sunny skies and happy female faces proclaimed the 'Russian Beauties' site to the three women. At last, Katya was confessing to them that she knew her way round this topic, and that this day wasn't the first time Mikhail's actions had forced her to question her way of life and to think of leaving them for a new start.
With her good looks, blond hair, creamy white skin, dark, smoky-gray eyes and generous breasts, Katya was sure she easily filled the requirements for many of the jobs outlined on the main information page of the site. She was also sure she could find a partner in life - a husband who would appreciate her and care for her as she would care for him.
The women crowded round the screen and stared at the line-up of photos, mostly good quality studio shots assisted by professional make-up artists, with only one or two that looked as if they'd been snapped at home by a friend or relation.
There was Elena, 34, from Moscow. A friend had taken her photo at home, lounging in a provocative pose on a highly decorated double bed with a deep red bed cover fringed in gold. She lay back, smiling a gleaming smile at the camera, her very long white-blond hair trailing over her breasts. Her profession was listed as 'designer' and she was fluent in English and Russian, with basic German.
Cute little Anna, 22, was a law student from Samara, and her studio shot showed her attractive features to advantage, her shoulder length dark brown hair cut in a layered style. One click on her photo opened it to a full shot showing a slim, tanned body in a sporty, figure-hugging summer dress. She listed her English as 'good'.
"We are each of us angels with only one wing," she stated in her single paragraph on personality. "And we can only fly embracing each other."
Tamara was also a student, this time from St Petersburg. Aged 24, she'd studied Technology and Economics at a university and was working as a designer. Her English was described as 'fair'.
Most of the young women said they were looking for a partner to share their lives, someone who was gentle and caring, a soul mate who wanted to create a family life.
"All this is so idealistic," remarked Lena. "How are you going to find happiness in life by advertising for it? There is nothing with meaning here."
"No, look!" said mama. "They are different. This profile looks better."
They were looking at Irina, 29. She was a red-head with long hair and green eyes, and her assessment of herself seemed thoughtful and carefully prepared. She was a teacher with 'fair' English, 'good' German and 'fluent' Russian, so she understood her own language skills and how well she could use them.
Her photo made her look like a lot of fun, and this was supported by her own self-assessment: open-hearted, sociable, flexible, joyful and optimistic. She listed reading, dancing, knitting and the theatre amongst her interests.
"So?" teased Lena, "What are you, my sister? Can you do all this? Are you going to be the soulful angel with one wing? Or are you going to tell them you read books in ten languages?"
Suddenly Lena gasped at her own words, afraid that this dating game was real, that she was about to lose the sister who'd shared her bed for so many years. Tears sprang to her eyes and she fled to the bedroom.
As Katya sat alone at the computer, she both knew and guessed what lay ahead, but there was one thing she was sure of: she knew that the price of a new life would be high indeed.
"Look at this," said Katya an hour later. She moved to another chair and watched as Lena took her place at the computer and began reading:
Star sign: Scorpio
Eye color: gray
Hair color: blond
Hair length: medium
Marital status: Never married
Children: No kids
Lena looked up at Katya with a dazed look in her tear-swollen eyes. Everything seemed a blur as she looked back to the screen and read through the words:
English fluent, French basic, Spanish good, Russian fluent
Profession - international relations
University degree in languages
Occupation - personal assistant in university.
Religion - yes
Smoking - no
Drinking - sometimes
Motivation - looking for a partner, ready to live full life and create a family.
It was all too much. Lena scrolled down to the personal statements her sister had prepared.
'I am a kind-hearted, intelligent and honest young woman, always ready to help. I am a very sociable person and like to make new friends. In this life I look for love and understanding, for peace and kindness.
'The most important thing for me is when relationships stimulate you for self-improvement, self-development, when you feel someone thinks of you and needs you like air we breathe. I am looking for a kind and honest man who will be a real knight for me. In turn I am ready to share all myself. I wish for real love and tenderness and I can give the same to a man who will become a part of my life and heart, my family.'
"Online now!" exclaimed Lena with tears springing to her eyes. "That means you have signed up already."
"I have," said Katya simply. "I have decided. And I know a quicker way of getting what I want; something to get results very soon rather than waiting all those months for men to respond to profiles."
She looked at Lena, her eyes full of meaning. Katya had learned more than one lesson during her time with Mikhail Andreyevich. This particular lesson was how to use the Black Market.
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