The Russian Enterprise Ch. 07

This story, as old as time itself but in a modern context, concerns wealthy or

powerful men exploiting a poor but beautiful woman. Part of it must tell of the woman's struggles as she becomes more knowing and the events in her life move toward a happy ending.

I'd like to thank BradBigBrain for creating the character of Boris, and also thank a special young woman, Tatiana, who sent feedback and gave me the inspiration for this episode.

This chapter is part of a chain story with AsylumSeeker and SxRx. It involves mutual masturbation.

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The Russian Contact

Katya had done it. She had registered herself on the 'Russian Beauties' website. While her sister and her mother sat watchfully on the sofa, she'd worked hard at the computer to make sure all her information was there. She'd even managed to use the lovely photos Mikhail had ordered soon after she began working for 'Aurora Imports'.

But even as she sighed with satisfaction at having completed the task, Katya knew in her heart that success would come at a price, like everything these days.

In the dark of that summer night, the two sisters couldn't sleep. For what seemed like hours, they held each other close in their bed, their bodies perspiring in the heat.

Katya knew Lena had been sobbing silently, her tears flowing into the pillow, her brave front shattered as darkness closed around her and the reality of a future without an elder sister dominated her thoughts. After some time, Katya released her hold and felt Lena relax into her loose embrace. Finally, her emotions exhausted, she fell asleep.

*

When Katya awoke next morning, the sun shone brightly through the window and a gentle breeze had sprung up, lifting the sheer white summer drapes and sending them floating out into the room.

Lena was already out of bed. Dressed in a light cotton nightie and wearing her long dark hair loose down her back, she was trying to close the window when she noticed her sister stir in the bed they shared. Her naughty smile gave her an air of mystery as she secured the latch. Something was on her mind.

"Stay there for a moment," said Katya, observing her as she stood in the filtered sunlight, her slim figure and full breasts highlighted through the thin material. Even the dark shadow of her pussy was visible.

Lena paused, uncertain but not surprised by her sister's request.

"You look so beautiful there," exclaimed Katya admiringly as she stretched her arms from beneath the sheet and let out a sigh. "Your white nightie and your hair against the curtains are so lovely. And your body! I can see it all from here - such a beautiful picture to keep in my heart when I leave!"

Lena smiled again and moved toward her sister. For a young woman who'd been so distraught the night before, she seemed to have undergone a remarkable change. She sat on the edge of the bed and leaned across to give Katya a kiss.

"We shall see about that," she said mysteriously. "I have been thinking while you slept."

Katya sat up. "Thinking?" she smiled. "After last night, I am done with thinking for the time being, but I can see there is something on your mind. Tell me what it is."

With a light touch, Lena traced a line down her sister's arm until she reached her hand. As their fingers interlocked, Lena gave a little squeeze.

"It's about your wardrobe," Lena continued carefully. "Will you allow me to talk about it now?"

Katya hesitated. The wardrobe was packed with gifts of designer clothing and lingerie, but it also stored the painful memories associated with the giver of each item - Katya's ex-boss. In spite of this, she knew Lena meant no harm by raising the matter now.

"Go on," she said. "You may talk about it." She was still holding Lena's hand. She squeezed it back as a silent message of approval. "You know where I keep the key."

So Lena took a deep breath and began to explain the importance of such possessions - the way Katya could use her lovely clothes to establish herself in America and change her life. Beautifully dressed and well educated, she'd have a far greater chance of finding a career that suited her abilities than she would if she arrived at the airport with a few simple belongings.

"Have you ever worn any of these clothes?" Lena asked as she walked across and stroked the door of the wardrobe suggestively. "Have you even tried them on? Do you know how special they are? Wearing them, you will be able to move into society with greater freedom. It is important that you look your best in a new place."

"I have never opened any of them," replied Katya, still sitting in the bed hugging her knees. "They were too showy for the way we live."

She hadn't dared wear or wash the expensive lingerie and designer day wear during the time the gifts accumulated, but she was beginning to see the sense in her sister's reasoning now. It was important to be practical, to dispense with mind-numbing emotional fears that held her back.

Lena looked at her with shining eyes. She came back to the bed and took Katya's hand more firmly. There seemed to be a certain sense of purpose to her actions.

"Then today may be the right day to try," she argued. "Do it now, while the sun is shining and mama is away for the day with Aunt Vika. It will be another step toward your future. I can help. You already know how curious I am." She flashed a naughty smile.

As Katya sat in their bed looking so vulnerable in her white nightie, she could see the massive wardrobe directly in front of her, demanding her attention. It was so silly to keep such a thing without reason. And Lena - she was such a mischievous sister but so right in this case. In a single thought Katya decided to explore this treasure chest at last, and not only that, she would share the experience with her sister.

"All right then," she laughed. "You may have your way as usual. We'll make ourselves a lovely girly morning with all these clothes - but not until after breakfast."

Katya climbed out of bed and found the key in her bedside drawer. She tossed it to Lena.

"You know the contents of this wardrobe better than I do," she called out on her way down the hall to the bathroom. "Especially the underwear. Find me something you think I'll like. Something for you too."

Lena didn't argue. By the time Katya had finished in the bathroom, Lena had already prepared coffee and rolls for breakfast and tidied the room. Delighted that her sister was no longer defensive about her belongings but actually willing to share them, Lena had already raided the lingerie drawers and selected a wonderful display of silky nothings, arranging them on the smooth bed cover for her sister's delight.

Now the two of them sat at the small table by the window eating their hot, buttery rolls and sipping the strong, hot coffee they'd developed a taste for over the last few years. Both of them eyed the tempting arrangement on the bed, licking their fingers and unwilling to touch anything until their hands were scrubbed clean after breakfast. Lena finished quickly and headed for the bathroom. When she returned freshly showered, she wore only a towel wrapped around her body.

It was time to reveal everything - the lingerie collection and their bodies.

The two of them had often played 'dress-ups' when they were younger, but for some reason they hadn't done it as adults, and certainly not from the skin up. As they slipped their only coverings to the floor - Katya's nightie and Lena's towel - they realized they were about to dress each other in the most intimate way. The thought was quite exciting. They stood there, ready, feeling just a little self-conscious - the blond Katya and her dark-haired sister.

Lena spoke first.

"We are much the same, you and I," she said. "I know I'm a little shorter, but look at everything else that's mine!" She held her hands under her large breasts and lifted them up to show Katya. The action had the effect of making her waist look even slimmer than before.

"I'm sure we'll both find things to wear," smiled Katya, suppressing a slight feeling of arousal as Lena allowed her breasts to settle in their natural position. "There's so much choice here."

Trying to make a decision, she surveyed the extraordinary display on the bed for a few seconds then gave up.

"Lena - you find something for me. Decide for me. Dress me!"

Lena smiled. She had already decided what she'd like Katya to wear. It was something classic and not too adventurous to begin with - a silk plunge bra with stunning cream lace detail at the sides. The fronds of lace embracing the cups looked almost like hands holding the breasts from below. To accompany the bra there was a matching silk French-style panty in the same black with cream lace fronds fanning out at the top of each leg. The whole effect of the ensemble was to enhance the breasts and focus on the pussy.

"Would you like to try on a few things, or find something to wear now?" Lena asked.

"Take me slowly with this, if you can," answered Katya. "I'll take this for now from the drawers, then we can see if there's anything wearable hanging in the closet."

Lena held out the black silk panties - a 'culotte', as the label stated on the expensive packaging. Katya stepped into them and slid them up her legs. The feeling of the silk against her body was sensational, and she said so. Lena said it was how she looked - a sensation as she stood there bare-breasted and wearing only her panties, and they both laughed.

"Now for the bra." Lena held out the bra to her sister. It was at least a D cup, and perfectly structured for a young woman with a large measurement. Katya slid the straps up her arm and leaned forward so the weight of her breasts would fall into the cups. She held the silken shapes against her swelling curves while Lena connected the hooks at the back.

"May I?" she asked. She wanted to adjust her sister's breasts inside the cups.

Katya shrugged. "Go right ahead," she said with a little smile, standing ready for her sister's attentions.

Lena stood on Katya's right and slid her right hand across and down the front of the bra and under Katya's left breast, lifting it into the shape of the bra cup. Then she changed sides and did the same with the right breast, taking care not to touch the nipples. Lena knew that women who fitted bras professionally did this all the time, but to her it was an exciting experience. Somehow it brought the two of them closer than ever before.

"Now take a look at yourself," said Lena, pleased with her efforts. She opened the wardrobe door so that Katya could admire herself in the mirror fixed to the inside.

"It's beautiful," she marveled. "I can't believe it's me. I almost look like one of those girls on the internet."

The two of them gazed for a minute at Katya's reflection.

"Now you," said Katya. "What have you chosen for yourself?"

"You won't laugh?" asked Lena.

"Of course I won't laugh," Katya reassured her. "Come on! Show me."

"It's just for fun, you know. I've always wanted to wear something pretty."

"Show me then!" laughed Katya.

Still naked, her sister pointed to an ensemble lying in the centre of the bed. She reached across and picked it up to show Katya more closely.

The plunge bra was a dark pink confection with bands of fine cream lace edging almost every seam. It was constructed in several layers, the top one in fine tulle with a delicate flower motif embroidered into it in satin stitch. The upper part of the bra featured this tulle, the lower part pleated voile in the same colors. If that wasn't enough, the trim at the centre was a butterfly bow, and the curve of the bra cup featured a panel laced with hot pink ribbon. The matching thong was so brief there was barely any room for a repeat of this complex pattern, but it was there all the same.

Katya was amazed. Admiring the detail in the manufacture, she noticed that the label said, 'Brazilian Style'. She smiled at her sister's over-indulgence.

"Put it on then," she said with a sigh. "You are such a showy thing when you get the chance."

Lena stepped into the thong and adjusted it between her ass cheeks. Never before had she worn such an item. It felt so naughty. Her ass was burning with arousal at the unfamiliar sensation, and her pussy felt as if the thong front held her in the palm of a hand - a man's hand. Any moment now it might give her a squeeze.

Next came the bra. She slid her arms through the pink straps and positioned her breasts inside the cups, turning so her sister could do up the single hook behind.

Posing in front of the mirror, Lena was stunned at the transformation. Katya moved in behind her, and together they took up a series of poses, laughing as they pretended to be part of the same fashion photo, pushing and shoving each other to stay close enough to fit into the frame of 'the shot', to keep within the confines of their humble wardrobe mirror.

Katya reached round and gave Lena a hug from behind. As she gazed into the reflection of Lena's eyes, she knew that this lighthearted playtime of theirs wouldn't last for long and they would soon be parted.

*

Boris couldn't believe what he saw as he looked at the latest website entry two days later. A self-professed connoisseur of women, he'd owned the 'Russian Beauties' site for about three years now, and this new woman, Katya was far and away the most beautiful of all those who'd enrolled. She had the look that most men dream of, and he fully intended to use it to both their advantages.

It was his experience that most of the women who signed up were desperate to get out of a bad situation and wanted to move quickly, but there were others who would soon get cold feet. For that reason, he'd set up the web site so that the entries weren't released to the internet until he'd spoken to each of the women in person. Usually he did this by phone, but if the girl interested him, he met her in person.

Each woman could view her entry along with the others on the site, and to her it looked open for public display, but before the system dealt with potential partners, Boris wanted to deal with them directly so that they knew what they were up against in his world of marriage brokering. If the phone number entered was legitimate, then it was highly likely that the woman wanted out. If not, then he just removed the entry and pocketed the money, confident he would never hear from her again.

Boris picked up the phone and dialed the number listed. He was a little surprised when a pleasant young female voice answered.

"I would like to speak with Katya, please," he said.

"Moment... Katya! Telephone!" He heard the young woman calling out in bright, clear tones. Clearly she wasn't the woman he was seeking, but she did sound interesting all the same - rather playful, in fact.

There was a moment's silence then, "This is Katya."

"Katya, My name is Boris Ivanovich Grozniy. I own the 'Russian Beauties' website."

"Yes... Is there some problem?" Katya asked, mystified. She was unsure why a representative of the organization would contact her directly at this stage.

"No. No problem at all," Boris reassured her. "As you know, our site is a full-service site. Our job is to connect you with your most suitable mate within the time frame you specify."

"I am ready as soon as possible," Katya responded, her heart rate quickening. She had no idea things would move so fast even though she'd noted her work with 'Aurora Imports', known for its dealings with the lucrative black market.

"Well, that's good. If you are available later this week, then I will be glad to speak with you in person to understand you better and to find out in more detail what you are looking for in a husband," Boris explained.

"I am ready now," Katya said excitedly, "Or tomorrow, if you'd like to get together sooner. Anytime..."

Katya gasped as she realized what she was doing. She put her hand to her mouth as she waited for Boris Ivanovich Grozniy to speak again. Perhaps she was sounding too eager. Her enthusiasm must be bursting through the phone, revealing rather too much of her feelings at this stage. She looked across at Lena who waited nervously on the edge of a nearby chair.

"I am not available tomorrow," Boris told her, "But I have an opening in the evening the day after tomorrow."

"OK, what time and where?"

"Let's say 8:00PM at the Taleon Club. Are you familiar with it?" Boris asked. He knew that if she'd worked for 'Aurora Imports' she'd have more than a passing acquaintance with the most exclusive club in the city.

"Oh yes," she replied, trying to subdue her anxiety about the details. Her boss had taken her there several times on business.

"Shall I send a car for you?" Boris asked.

"No, that's OK. There is no need to send a car. I will meet you there."

Katya had no intention of arranging a rendezvous with a strange driver coming into her neighborhood with a big car, and she didn't wish to endure the fear of traveling alone in such a vehicle. It was far better to make sure everything was as public as possible.

Boris was still speaking, leaving her his final instructions.

"Katya, when you get there, tell security that you are meeting me. They will take care of you." He ended the call.

As he replaced the receiver he thought he heard someone call out "wait", but he had no chance to respond. No matter. Whatever it was, it could wait for him until the meeting.

Already his heart was racing. He had just spoken with his US partner, Tony, about a client of his who needed a special bride - a bride more beautiful and sexy - more refined than the one Boris had delivered a few months ago. Now he thought he may have found her.

This young woman's voice was seductive, not the usual high pitched Russian woman's voice, and even though he knew she was excited about the prospect of going to the United States, she'd kept her cool. He was admiring her picture as he spoke with her and could see her smoky gray eyes smiling at him as he spoke to her on the phone. He thought to himself, "I could fall in love with this one for sure."

*

"What do you mean, 'wait'?" In a few seconds, Katya's mood had gone from excited to angry. "That was my call - my important contact!" She almost dropped the receiver she was so upset. Her emotions had been running high for days and now they were boiling over.

Lena looked guilty and bit her lip.

"There is something I need to say," she began. "And I must tell you now, I think..." Her voice trailed away. She was uncertain where to begin.

Now Katya's curiosity was aroused. Lena was always getting up to naughty tricks and there was no knowing what little escapade she'd become involved in next. Playing round with her clothes in the wardrobe had been one thing, and now she'd come up with another game.

"Katya, please sit down." Lena was taking advantage of Katya's hesitation. She sat down on the sofa and patted the seat next to her.

"Please," she began earnestly as Katya joined her, "I want you to think back to when you first told mama and me that you wanted to leave us. Remember how unhappy I felt when you created your profile for the website?"

Katya nodded.

"I know it was exciting for you at the time," continued Lena, "But for me, I thought my heart would break."

"I know," said Katya. "That's why I held you so close to me that night in our bed. I felt you crying next to me."

"Felt? I tried to make no noise." Lena was surprised. "So you knew?"

"I felt your body shaking. It was terrible for me to know that I was hurting you so much." Katya reached across and put her arm round her sister. "Tell me what you wish to say. I'm listening," she said.

Lena caught her breath and then she spoke.

"I'm coming with you. I have created a profile on 'Russian Beauties' too. I want to go with you to the USA."