The Russian Enterprise Ch. 10byWhiteWave48©
This story is as old as time itself but in a modern context, and 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 becomes more knowing and the events in her life move toward a sexually fulfilling and happy ending - especially with the help of her equally lovely younger sister.
This chapter is part of a chain story with AsylumSeeker and SxRx. It involves erotic coupling (mature man, young woman) and group sex play.
A Win for All
Lena woke early next morning, disturbed by a gentle tapping at the door. At first she thought the sound was part of her dream, but as it became more insistent, she knew it was real. Lena was no longer in Russia but in a luxury hotel in Kingston, Jamaica. And someone needed her. Perhaps it was urgent.
Slipping out of bed naked, she quickly pulled on a white hotel robe and opened the door. In the hallway stood Katya, still in the red dress and heels she'd worn the previous evening. Half asleep, Lena was confused by her sister's appearance.
"Have I missed dinner?" she asked.
"He's gone," Katya stated, striding through the door. "Carson flew out early this morning on a chartered flight and there's a hurricane approaching. We're all in danger."
"What do you mean - gone? He's only been here a few hours. And what's this about a hurricane?" demanded Lena, moving to the window and pulling aside the drapes to check the weather outside. Sunshine bathed the two women in the fresh glow of morning light.
"It was his only chance to get out of here and protect his business at home," explained Katya, imploring Lena to understand.
"He said he couldn't afford to be trapped for days," she continued. "Without a director, bad decisions would be made. Funds could go missing. He can't risk such losses."
"But why didn't he take you with him?" Lena managed to ask.
Katya gave a wry smile. She was trying to hide her disappointment.
"He needs money to buy my freedom. There is even more trouble for us in St Petersburg," she explained. "There are higher costs. Mikhail has pulled a new stunt to prevent me going with Carson to America."
Lena sighed knowingly.
"I'm sure Mikhail is not worth a thought," she told her sister. "Boris said he would fix all those problems. You know how devoted he is to us now - especially after what we did for him in the limo."
"I remember it well," Katya smiled. "How could I forget? When he tried to use me like a whore, I was so afraid it was going to be another bad time for me. You made it fun for both of us."
The two young women laughed, remembering their victory over Boris. Even now he considered he'd won the game. How misguided he was! In the back seat of a hired limo the sisters had given the helpless man a two-woman hand job he'd never forget, but they'd caught his cum in a glass and hurled it through the open car window. He was still unaware of how they'd been in control.
"Look at it this way," Katya resumed, "Even though we have Boris on our side now, the blackmailers have been active all the time. First there was Mikhail, then there was Boris and now there is Tony."
"Tony!" Lena was shocked. "Tony is no blackmailer! I made things clear to him on the way home from the airport. And after we had such fun last night I was sure. I think you'll find you misunderstand him. I have him in the palm of my hand!"
Lena recalled about their arrival at the airport the day before. Everything had been so foreign - so beautiful but so confusing. It was like being in a whirlwind.
As she and Katya emerged from the baggage collection area looking for Mr. Tony Matassini, they could see two identical eighteen-year-old girls running towards them, calling out their names.
"Kaht-yah!" shouted the girl wearing bright orange, waving both hands in the air to attract attention.
"Lee-nah!" shrieked the other one in hot pink.
It was such a loud welcome. Katya looked worried. How did these two American girls know their names? Why couldn't they be more discreet?
It didn't take long to find out. Tony Matassini was standing quietly in the background with a big smile on his face, waiting for his twin daughters to take charge of the luggage and escort Katya and Lena to where he stood. He'd shown his girls the relevant photos so they knew the faces to look for.
"Welcome to Kingston," he announced with a formal bow of the head. Maybe he thought it was the European way. Whatever it was, it was charming. The young Russian women felt right at home with him.
"Meet my girls," Tony beamed, "Connie and Bonnie."
He indicated which one was which, but to Katya and Lena there was little difference between the two except the color of their clothing. Both wore tiny dresses in a loud, resort-style floral.
As he mentioned their names, each daughter gave her handsome dad a peck on the cheek, posing and giggling as she flashed naughty glances at the new arrivals.
Tony's loyal nephews, Chipper and Tank, met the party outside the main door and pushed the luggage trolley to the new black Mercedes ML63 AMG SUV waiting for them in the parking lot.
Noticing they were now a group of seven, Katya wondered how they'd all squeeze into one car.
"So many of us...," she began, looking around.
"Chill!" laughed Connie unexpectedly. "We have two sets of wheels today."
Bonnie explained the situation more carefully.
The twins had been so excited at the prospect of meeting a couple of real live Russian girls that they'd insisted on coming along for the ride. Of course Tony had given in quickly like they knew he would. Connie had countered all his objections. With two cars they could all be there to meet their exotic guests.
Giving the notion more thought, Tony realized it wasn't so bad at all. A couple of eighteen-year-olds would be perfect for breaking the ice. A very warm American-Russian relationship could ensue. Already he was making plans for the rest of the day.
From the time the young women arrived, Tony had his eye fixed on Katya, doting on her every move. As they walked to the car he wasted no time, paying her extravagant compliments as the twins monopolized Lena.
By the time the group reached the car, Katya could see that Tony's vehicle was the latest piece of hi-tech luxury but it was not designed to take more than five people. It would seat four adults very comfortably and a family of five at a pinch, but it certainly couldn't transport Tank and Chipper plus passengers.
She looked for the other car, wondering how the group would divide.
Tony noticed her worried expression.
"Have no fear!" he declared, smiling broadly. "My nephews will escort us in the other car."
For security, the two nephews were to follow the main party in an older BMW and both young men were feeling quite put out. But this was Uncle Tony's show, not Tank's or Chipper's. Just as he'd planned it, the big boss would occupy the driver's seat of the Mercedes and the four young women would be traveling with him.
Tony ushered Katya to the front passenger seat, instructing Lena to make herself comfortable behind her in the back with the twins. Tony wanted to keep an eye on both sisters at a glance.
Carrying its full complement of passengers, the SUV glided out of the parking lot and slipped into the line of traffic heading into town from the airport. Within seconds it reached the allowable speed limit and sat there, humming along almost silently as Tony kept a steady hand on the wheel.
The twins were twittering in the back seat with Lena so she fell in with their talk of fashion and shopping and the things they could do together during their time at the hotel. The spoils of their morning expedition were stacked in designer bags at their feet.
Lena found herself in an interesting position with the twins. Although she was only two years older, all their schoolgirl chatter made her feel very adult with two years of college experience behind her. On the other hand, she was still close enough in age to be one of them for a while.
Katya was different. At twenty-five she was mature beyond her years. Coming from so many dark experiences she couldn't pretend to be a light-hearted young thing, so she was grateful to be sharing the company of this easy-going, well-mannered American man.
Tony was keeping up a smooth line of chat, pointing out areas of interest and promising a wonderful time in Kingston. Katya began to smile. She was feeling very comfortable when he surprised her with the news that Carson Peters would be arriving by private jet later that afternoon.
Her heart leapt at the thought. Mentally she rehearsed her meeting with the man she would love and marry - the man whose children she would raise and whose home she would share. These thoughts were so beautiful - so right. At last she would meet Carson Peters... everything would be perfect... Tony would make it easy for her....
"Oh, Mr. Matassini!" she exclaimed with delight.
"Please, call me 'Tony'," he reminded her with a laugh. His jovial expression clouded for a moment then he laughed again.
Katya relaxed in her seat.
It wasn't until they slowed behind a dilapidated pick-up carrying a huge pile of flattened cardboard packing cases that things started going wrong. As he talked, Tony took one hand off the wheel and rested it briefly on Katya's bare thigh where it emerged from beneath her short skirt.
At first he gave it a little stroke with the back of his hand to make a point. Then he tried other little techniques, all designed to take his fingers a little higher up her leg, just to give her the message that after lunch he expected something more than a few minutes' friendly conversation in the front seat of a car.
"I like your outfit," Tony complimented her, giving the hem of her skirt a little tug and lightly grazing her thigh with his thumb. "Lovely fabric you've chosen." He slid his hand higher.
Katya nearly froze, gripping the sides of the seat to avoid brushing the unwanted hand away. She'd had a long flight and she was tired and there had been quite a bit of turbulence over the Atlantic. Now her brief moment of peace in the car had been ruined. She was starting to feel desperate.
As she looked at the clumsy pick-up lumbering slowly ahead, she noticed the load of cardboard shift on the swaying vehicle. Some of it seemed about to fall onto the roadway. Katya feared it would cascade through the windscreen and onto her lap.
Meanwhile, Tony seemed unaware. The young woman sat there, afraid of a near accident while her newfound mentor and guardian steered a car with one hand on the wheel and drove his other hand between her legs. It was all so unexpected. She tried to divert his attention from her body.
"My clothing is an acquired art," she replied mysteriously, flashing a tense smile in Tony's direction. She was trying to think what to do next as she felt his fingers withdraw.
Then she remembered how she'd thought this through before they left Russia. From the very start she'd admitted there was a price to pay for a new life, and the price was often more than money. Maybe Tony was asking for his payment in kind - like Boris had done - like Mikhail. She gritted her teeth. Maybe she should just co-operate. If she held her own for another few hours Carson Peters would arrive and take possession of his bride.
In spite of her fears Katya liked Tony. She knew he was probably as crooked as any godfather to the mob, but he had a certain charm. Katya couldn't help admiring his style. She decided to try another tack. Leaning toward him she touched his arm, trying to relieve the tension she'd created between them.
"Tony," she whispered close to his ear.
They'd come to a halt. The pick-up had lost some of its load and the driver was retrieving it from the roadway. Tank and Chipper pulled up behind them in the BMW. The temporary halt was very much to Tony's advantage and he saw no reason to overtake the vehicle.
Tony turned to Katya, thinking she was about to come across - to kiss him - to begin one of those little dalliances he considered his right. The three girls were happily chatting in the back seat as the twins showed Lena their latest purchases. The rustle of tissue wrap was overwhelming. Katya's kiss was imminent. He leaned closer and prepared for contact.
"Yes, my Russian beauty," he purred, turning his face to hers.
"I need to talk to you privately," Katya murmured, stroking his arm and averting her eyes.
Tony beamed. Clearly his compliments were earning him favors.
"It's not what you think," Katya continued. "These are the facts: I like you a great deal and I can see you are a very charming, handsome man."
Warning bells were sounding inside Tony's brain. Was this a put-off after all? Was Katya turning him down? She became more specific.
"I do like your hand on my thigh, Tony. It is a very nice hand - a very warm and loving hand - but I am consigned to another man."
Consigned; Katya realized she was using the business term so often employed in her former job at Aurora Imports. Even as she understood her emotions as a woman, Katya knew that here in Kingston she was nothing more than a consignment of goods in transit.
"If you wish to touch me and it is part of the bargain you made with this man, Carson Peters," she assured him, "Then I will allow it. And I will enjoy it. I will even permit you to go further - to have your way with me if that is how things are done over here."
She looked at Tony imploringly. Her voice was wistful now.
"But I must know what to expect," she whispered. "I must please my husband. I want to keep my body for him if it is possible."
The pick-up was in motion again and the Merc moved off almost of its own accord as Tony struggled to take in what Katya was saying. They were still traveling slowly behind the overloaded vehicle in front.
"Tony...?" She hesitated, worried she might have offended him.
Tony frowned, puzzled by her reaction. Never had any of his conquests spoken to him so directly about where he was putting his hands. He was accustomed to the green light, no questions asked. No-one told him when to stop and when to go.
Katya made another attempt.
"The fact is, Tony, I admire you and I would like you to be my friend. I need a good friend over here - a true friend. I am alone in this country, even with my sister who will find her own way with a man in the end. I don't know this Carson Peters yet, but I want to love him so much. There were so many bad things in my life before this. Do you understand me?"
Tony was amazed at her direct approach, but this young woman was so honest and endearing that he was falling in love with her with all his heart. The feelings that had begun months ago in his den as he gazed at her picture were now magnified. Something about her was so different; such beauty and intelligence - such a determination to love at will. He felt his emotions shifting.
Suddenly there was no way he could take advantage of her. He reached across and pressed his hand on her knee, but this time with a reassuring touch. As the traffic slowed again he leaned towards her, wishing to give her a loving kiss on the lips or even to kiss her hand. Not wanting to be misconstrued, he paused as he looked into her pleading eyes.
Katya left him in no doubt. She felt sure she'd made contact with his finer nature and that he'd behave in an honorable fashion. Convinced she had a friend and ally, she leaned closer to him as the car stopped again. There was a hush as their lips met in a tender kiss.
Lena's shrill words erupted inside the vehicle. She had seen it all. How could this be? Katya was meant for Mr. Carson Peters!
Lena threw herself forward, thrusting Katya and Tony apart, shouting things in Russian that only her sister could understand.
The twins seized her flailing arms as Katya turned to explain.
"Lena! Please! Tony and I have reached an agreement." She looked at him meaningfully to gain his support. "You will find we have a friend here who will help us."
"Girls, it's alright," he reassured them. "We're just becoming better acquainted."
With something akin to guardianship Tony gazed at Katya and Lena, wishing it could be otherwise. The two women were breathing hard as they confronted each other. He could see their swelling breasts rising and falling with each gasp and he longed to touch.
"He's OK you know; he's just our dad," announced Connie, smoothing Lena's hair to comfort her.
"Yeah, he's a pussycat, really," added Bonnie as she stroked Lena's hand.
Both of them looked concerned but not surprised. Clearly they'd defended their dad during similar misunderstandings in the past.
Katya reached for Tony's hand.
"What you said was true, wasn't it Tony?" she pleaded. "You are my friend?"
Tony looked at her and nodded. His eyes looked a little moist. Katya threw her arms around his neck and gave him another kiss but he was forced to tear himself away from her and set the car in motion again. Chipper was already sounding his horn.
The illegal kiss was brief but deep enough to show the passion she wanted to express. For his part, Tony was becoming ambivalent about this unusual exchange and allowed himself to shrug off its significance. He didn't want a woman to dominate his emotions.
"Que sera," he thought to himself with regret, irritated as Chipper sounded his horn again.
Unable to see where he was going behind the huge load ahead, Tony felt it was time to overtake the annoying vehicle. He nudged the Merc into the opposing lane to check the oncoming traffic. A single bus seemed very distant, so he hit the accelerator and slipped past the pick-up in a matter of seconds. The automatic gears gave a slight kick as the sleek SUV settled back down onto the speed limit.
Lena sank into her seat. Content for now as she watched her sister retreat from the man who'd threatened her security, she realized how precarious her own position was. Her intuition told her there was a dangerous spark of passion between the two. She needed to formulate a plan. She needed more information.
In the back of her mind she had a feeling that Tony was a decent man. In his position he'd be inwardly groaning as he realized he had four daughters to care for right now, and Lena wanted to find out if she could cut that down to three. She could only achieve that by becoming the woman in his life.
She leaned across in front of Connie and pressed her hand on his shoulder.
"Tony," she began, "I want you to be my friend too."
"Of course you are, my little pet," he said, turning to her briefly with a broad smile, kissing his fingers and planting the kiss on her nose.
It was a good start, but Lena wanted more - and soon. For the next mile or so, she ignored the gossip from the excited twins and waited for her chance. It wasn't long coming. As they approached a red light, Lena tapped her sister on the shoulder and gave a meaningful nod in Tony's direction. She was staking her claim on the man.
Katya felt her heart sink. Lena was about to try one of her tricks again. Whatever it was, Katya knew it would be a bold move and she hoped it wouldn't jeopardize her own chances with Carson Peters. Sensing that her time was up in the front seat, Katya was ready to graciously take her turn in the back as soon as the Mercedes came to a halt.
But she underestimated her sister's determination. As the car slowed, Lena leapt out, quickly moving to the front door to open up for Katya. In no time at all the two of them had swapped places.
As Katya settled herself next to the twins, Lena was already making advances with Tony in the front as she fastened her seatbelt and flashed him a smile. There was no need at all for Tony to touch her knee. Lena was giving him plenty of manual attention as she stroked his thigh. She pressed her generous breasts against his arm as she leaned across to note something outside his window.