My Russian Adventure Pt. 04

Have fun reading my story, based on the Moscow Music Peace Festival in 1989. Many thanks to my Editing Cousin, your input means the world to me.

MY RUSSIAN ADVENTURE - part 4

The show was under way, and I plowed through lots of bodies to deliver stuff and help out where needed. This was my actual work, the translate-act Mels and I pulled to grease things up backstage wasn't needed any more. The show machinery was working full steam.

I thought there was no time for a decent meal, but they put Diederick on dinner duty, he provided me with macaroni with spinach and fried bacon cubes, tepid but very welcome. My dinner break gave me a moment to watch in earnest, I sat with camera #3 with a good outlook on the stage while dusk was falling. The faces in the crowd around me lost their definition and the artists got a spotlight glow. I knew Arisha and Rinkya were somewhere in the crowd, and I imagined myself with them. I jumped up, threw my hands in the air and produced a primal wail.

"The Russian temperament rubs off on you I see," Diederick said/shouted, "fiery, compelling, pools of melancholy?" and he handed me a beer bottle with a bracket cap. I could play endlessly popping it off and on again. I took a swig. Pop. Clack. In sync with the music.

"So good." Another swig. "Arisha and Rinkya are out there somewhere," pop, clack, "Geraldine got them tickets." Pop. Clack.

Anneloes joined us. She put an arm around Didi's shoulder, took his bottle and gulped down half of it.

"Hey Anneloes. I heard you tried the real vodka. Like it?"

"Made me thirsty," she finished the bottle, "it's still working."

Diederick said appreciatively, "drinks like a Templar. She can eat like a Templar too."

"A pity I'm not allowed to eat my horse." she gave Didi a peck on the cheek while she looked me in the eye, "You hungry too?"

"We just ate."

"Okay," she gave me a peck as well and threw herself in the sea of bodies.

"Totally revived, isn't she," I said to Didi.

Before he could answer, Camera #3 Guy shouted, pointing in the direction of our control room, "you're needed! Both of you!"

The concert ended, but the crowd showed no intention to leave. They formed impromptu parties singing their favorite songs. Some wanted to include us, while we had to secure and pack our stuff. It was great to see so many happy people, but the happier they were, the more they got in our way.

A bare chested and goofy looking Mels found me. "Pimp! Vecherinka tonight? No, vecherinka now, this is world party!" He embraced me. "Gollandets, I come with you. I come to Golland. You can fit me in your trunk?" He held my head in both hands and looked straight in my eyes. "I taught you Russian, you teach me Dutch, yes?"

"After we finished packing, will you come to our hotel?"

"I'll bring my sister!" That put a smile on my face. "You got hots Pimp, and I wish you good luck. You'll need it with her!"

Around three am Harry called it a day. We gathered in our community room in the hotel, and we all got a glass. Harry uncorked champagne and made a round with the bottle. He had a word for everyone. "Well done Pimp, you did great. I guess it's back to Bareld now huh?"

"That would be great."

Harry smiled. "Still, it suits you."

Mels came barging in and shouted, "Pimp! I brought sis! She brought friends!"

"Hello Bareld," Arisha exclaimed, "you know Rinkya of course, and this is Yula. Another good friend of mine.

"What do you think of our pants?" She made an elegant turn with one arm up and the other behind her back. "Didn't Rinkya do an amazing job?"

The three of them were wearing the jeans we provided, but pimped up with a strip of the American flag on one side and the USSR flag on the other. Our CREW t-shirts had gotten the same treatment, but were now tapered as well. Arisha did another turn and now Rinkya and Yula turned with her. They looked fantastic. It was a smart solution to make them fit Rinkya, but it looked great on all of them.

Arisha pushed Yula towards me. A stunning beauty with regular features and luscious hair. Full lips that were slightly parted, and an expression that froze time. I mean, her face was as motionless as a sculpture, and looking in her eyes made me lose sense of time.

"She'd love to get to know you," Arisha said. It certainly didn't show. With a mischievous smile she said, "believe me, she does." Then Yula showed me the smallest of smiles.

"I do."

She could speak without moving her lips.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Yula. Why would you want to know me?" Yula's face went blank again, while Arisha burst into laughter.

"Don't be dense Bareld, why wouldn't she?" She took my hand and pulled me along. "Let's have a private chat."

In the corridor she held me close. "I have another favor to ask."

I groaned. "Does this favor mean we can't be together tonight? Don't you want to be with me?"

"I do, I do. But sometimes other things are more important than what we want for ourselves. Tomorrow you will be going home, and my friend Yula is heading for a disaster, and I think you're the one who can prevent it."

I shook my head. What could I possibly do that Mels, or a friend, couldn't.

"Yula is the daughter of Kirill." Now I wanted to run away. Kirill was the scariest man I ever met. "She is also a person who needs a bossy man. She can't respect a guy who melts for her beauty. She has a submissive streak."

"What does that mean?"

"A dominating man sexually arouses her."

"You know strong women turn me on, don't you? I probably have a submissive streak myself. What could I possibly mean to her?"

"I've seen your authority, Bareld. And Mels has seen it too, it's strong. The thing is, all the bossy men she knows are bastards. She meets them through Kirill, who's a major bastard himself. She thinks it's connected, and it's what she needs. She has to learn there are sweet bossy men, who can dominate her and make her flourish at the same time. The guy she is seeing now will destroy her."

"I can't do bossy. It's not who I am."

"That's where you're wrong, Bareld." She leaned into me. "You have a switch, you know. You just have to flip it. And I'll give you a speed course Yula." Her eyes sparkled and she shone. "You underestimate how amazing you are."

I couldn't see how this could work, but I complied. "What did you have in mind?"

She grabbed my head and pulled me in for a heated kiss. It stirred my loins and made us gasp. She whispered, "I want you, Bareld, I really do. But this has to come first."

Arisha gave me the outlines of her plan. She wanted me to embrace CEO-Bareld. Be like my father in the way I resented so much. It was at odds with my normal approach -- go with the flow -- and it felt artificial and dishonest. Arisha's smile and her confidence in me ate my objections away. The irony that I was forced by her to be dominating, didn't escape me. The deciding factor was that it was so different, I wanted to find out what it would be like. What kind of anthropologist would I be if I didn't want to know?

I felt nervous when we returned to the room. Didi said, "you were gone for quite a while. But Rinkya told us about yesterday's night. Yula translated. Very entertaining."

Yula had her minuscule smile again. "I speak bit English. Don't worry Bareld, I 'ready knew story."

She'd spotted my insecurity. I had to step up to be the self assured prick I needed to be. I straightened my shoulders, I flipped the switch. "Arisha, translate."

I addressed Rinkya, "yesterday was wonderful. I'll never forget our evening together." She blew me a kiss from the back of her hand. I nodded to her jeans. "Your work, yes? They're looking great on you.

"Looking great on all of you. Yula, Arisha told me your story. Follow me." With the package Arisha gave me I strode out of the room without looking over my shoulder.

When I heard the door close behind me I turned around. Yula's expression wasn't blank anymore, her face had come to life. It made her so much more desirable. I offered her my arm. "We go to my room." She smiled her biggest smile so far. "Tell me about yourself."

"You know Kirill my father? He rich. I rich. Two friends. Only friends. Many admirars."

"Admirers. I can imagine. You have a good choice of friends, Yula."

"Thank you."

In my room I showed the package Arisha gave me. "Arisha told me this is a piece of clothing you love to wear. As it happens it is one of my favorites as well." I gave it to her. "Put it on."

She unwrapped a black lace corset, and I saw she slightly trembled. I have to admit it aroused me. I turned the chair to face her and sat. "Put it on."

She struggled to decide what to do. She looked at the bathroom door.

"Yula. Here. Now." Like Arisha instructed me I held my face blank. It was hard, a thousand thoughts raced through my brain. I just met this woman, and now I demanded to show her to me. And I couldn't deny it turned me on enormously.

I let her squirm, then I stood and pulled her close. "Do you want to wear it?" I held my breath. A slight nod. "Do you want to wear it for me? Tonight?" Another excruciating pause. Then she mumbled something. "Say it."

"Yes. I want."

A wave of passion flowed through me. I kissed her like it was my first and last. I wanted to eat her. She reciprocated. I considered to rip of our clothes and go love-fuck like I normally would. 'It's not what she needs,' were Arisha's words. Back to the script.

"Stop," I whispered, "Take your clothes off, for me," and I resumed my place on the chair. It was even harder now, I wanted to touch her all over.

She stood before me with red cheeks and big eyes. I withheld my smile. "Look at me." She stripped slowly, then took the corset, closed the busk at the front and turned her back to me. I never handled a corset before, I got she expected me to pull the laces. "Tell me how to pull."

"Pull from the middle till snug. Then pull X on top, and go down, to make tight."

Now and then I interrupted my fiddling with the laces by teasingly touching her. I tied the bow, pulled her close from behind and let my hands roam her body. She was trembling and dripping wet.

"On your knees." I tortured her by undressing in a relaxed way. Myself as well, and my hard-on slightly dropped. "Hands behind your back." She complied, and her mouth reached for my penis. I fed it to her, she started sucking and within moments my boner was restored.

"Fuck it, I want you!" I pulled her on her feet and threw her on the bed. I held her wrists above her head, she eagerly spread her legs and entered her in a straight move. Then I froze. "Contraceptive?" She didn't understand. "Baby? No baby?"

"Pill. Rich, remind you?" I took in the sight of her, she was so incredibly beautiful. "Take Bareld, take, please" she whispered, and I started to move. I alternated moving slow, with fucking like the devil possessed me. It was like I had to tame myself. She awoke a primal rage in me I didn't know I possessed.

When we snuggled afterwards, spooning, I nibbled her ear, and said, "you're a wonderful woman Yula. Really special. For me it was the first time to love this way."

"Arisha was right. No need bastard for satisfy fuck. Beast is better. Very satisfy. You know she calls you Sweet Dog?"

"I do. You are an amazing three."

"Tree?"

"Group. The three of you. You blow my mind."

"Blow? You want to go again?"

Was she pulling my leg? I couldn't tell. I was content to lie and stroke her body. "You want to lose the corset?"

"Not yet. It gives me hug." She turned to her other side to face me and pressed her forehead against mine. "Like you give me hug Bareld. I remember you ever I wear corset."

We were silent for a while. Then I gave her a kiss on the mouth, and I growled, "On your knees. Woof!" She jumped into position without a thought, and at the light of dawn we went for another round.

Time to go home

We woke up with Didi, Anneloes, Arisha and Rinkya standing by our bed.

"Hey buddy, I came to get my stuff." He nodded at the ladies. "We all slept in Anneloes's room, got mattresses from the adjacent room. For some reason they wanted to help me pack instead of heading for breakfast, isn't that strange?"

Three grinning girls nodded. Yula buried her head under the sheet. I joined her, and whispered, "Want me to send them away?"

She asked, "Arisha told you do this?"

I nodded. "What did she tell you?"

"To go with you. You would talk to me."

"Talk?"

"Yes, talk. She said you explain thing she not can explain." She grinned. "She always right. Make mad."

Yula rose from the bed and stood like a queen in her naked corseted glory.

"Tysyacha blagodarnostey, Rink'ya, ona krasivaya i ideal'no podkhodit." (A thousand thanks Rinkya, it is beautiful and an amazing fit.)

"Arisha, suka-manipulyator, ya tozhe dolzhen poblagodarit' tebya." (Arisha, manipulative bitch, I have to thank you too.)

She pulled the sheet from the bed, leaving me naked, and wrapped it around her body. "Yesli vy izvinite menya seychas." (If you'll excuse me now.) She grabbed her clothes from the floor and went to the bathroom.

The sound of the closing door triggered an explosion of laughter. Anneloes asked, "what did she say?"

"She thanked Rinkya for making the corset and me for being a manipulative woman dog." Arisha jumped in the bed and hugged me. "Which loves her sweet dog." And for my ears only, "I owe you. And I will miss you." She clung to me. Rinkya knelt by the bed and joined the hug.

Anneloes whispered to Diederick, "Bet you regret not bringing your precious Pentax."

"I already did as soon as we entered Poland. I can't imagine waving my camera in front of naked women though."

"Maybe you should practice. On me." The idea clearly appealed to them.

Yula exited the bathroom as if there was a make-up team in there. She was back on her sculpted face again, but Arisha and Rinkya jumped her, and she couldn't help smiling. A bit.

Didi said to me, "you gonna travel naked? Want some breakfast? Harry wants to leave in an hour."

The door of the bathroom was blocked by three amazing women, all dressed the same. They smiled at me, well, two of them and my mouth got dry. I pointed at my dick, who took this opportunity to stir again, and at the door behind them. "He wants to go to the bathroom."

Arisha said, "he's conflicted. He also wants to stay with us."

I said to my dick, "you can't always get what you want.

"Sorry ladies." When I passed them all three caressed me. I stopped and looked Yula in the eyes. "Hands behind your back!" She reacted instantly. And her face came back to life. I held her waist and pulled her close. I felt she still wore the corset. "You're worth it Yula. Don't forget."

"I won't," she whispered.

When I looked around me I saw Arisha and Rinkya with their hands on their backs as well. "At ease ladies," I said, and I dashed into the bathroom.

The community room was crowded. I wasn't the only one who'd made Russian friends, they had pulled in extra chairs and got all our cereals and vanilla yogurt out. "We can do without for a day or two," Harry said," or for a year because I've had enough of the stuff." My three clearly enjoyed our practical bring-along breakfast. Arisha and Rinkya were chatting cheerfully with Geraldine. I had no doubt where our remaining festival clothes would go. And our own as well, I'd donated all the clothes I didn't need for the trip to Mels. The same for the rest of the crew, our backpacks and suitcases would be a whole lot lighter.

Yula was part of the picture, but didn't visibly take part in the conversation. Diederick shared my observation. "Amazing, she could be a statue," he said.

"It makes her seem unattainable. It is amazing to see what happens once you start giving her commands.

"Yula! Come here!"

She looked up with a faint smile. "Go fuck yourself Pimp."

"See. I made her smile. Crooked English but fluent in swearing huh? Good for you."

"Do you want me repeat you taught yesterday me?"

"No need, you already said it."

All our stuff had been loaded in the bus, people said their goodbyes, and I stood with Mels. We saw Arisha and her friends do a round, she seemed to know everybody.

"That's my sister for you, she owns the world." Mels grabbed my shoulders.

"Including you. I'll miss you Bareld. I never had so much fun. We were quite a team." Again I experienced how the Russians knew bear hugs, Mels was a strong guy. "Keep it." I was still wearing his army jacket. "They'll discipline me, but so will half of my platoon."

I said, "I hope you can come to Holland someday. You'll always be welcome. I ... ," was lost for words, and instead hugged Russian style, with all my strength.

"YA rad, chto ty nauchilsya pravil'no obnimat'sya." (I'm happy you learned how to give a proper hug.) "Translate?"

"If I'd joined the army like a proper man, I wouldn't give such a pussy hug."

Mels cackled, "your Russian is even better than mine!"

The queen and her retinue witnessed the last part of our exchange. Arisha gave Yula a nod, and she stepped forward, Mels gave her room. She stood before me with her unreadable expression and her thumbs in her pockets. Everybody held their breaths, why? Or was it just me? She stepped forward without moving her hands, and whispered to my ear, "Night I yours. Not forget." I grabbed her wrists, and just doing so stirred my loins. I gave her the tiniest of kisses.

"Goodbye." And I let go and took a step back. But for a slight smile and a sparkle in her eye she remained motionless.

"We're not in a museum, Bareld, and don't you have a bus to catch?" Arisha pushed Rinkya to me, who put her arms around my shoulders and started swaying her hips.

"Budete li vy tryasti avtobus, kak so mnoy, lyubovnik?" she bellowed. I looked at Arisha.

"She said, 'Will you shake the bus like you did with me, lover?'

"Tell her I'll only shake the bus with her."

This evoked a roar of laughter, because at the same time Rinkya went nuts shaking her body.

"Looks like she doesn't need you to shake the bus, Bareld," somebody said.

"O, no ya znayu!" (Oh, but I do!) She understood more English than she let on.

Harry called, "it's time folks, board the bus!"

Rinkya grabbed me again and gave me a smothering kiss in the neck. "Do svidaniya, lyubovnik." (Goodbye, lover.) She pushed me to Arisha.

I'd never seen Arisha without her mischievous, ironic, loving, radiant smile but now. She seemed smaller. I grimaced and embraced her. She laid her head on my chest. She looked up and said, "We will meet again, you hear? We will meet again." I grimaced again and the lump in my throat hurt.

"I love you," I whispered, and I knew I wanted her and only her. In a haze, fighting with my tears, I walked into the bus. No one made a funny remark, I sat by the window and saw Arisha flanked by her friends, they held her but she didn't react.

Our trucks had already left. Driving in a caravan didn't work, we drove our powder blue buses at their own pace and caught up on our stops. When we moved the girls started to wave. The spell broke and the smiles were back, bittersweet as they were. When we went round the corner I kept looking. Harry sat down next to me. He left me to myself till we left Moscow behind.

"What kind of a person is your father?"

"Huh?"

"Your father. What is he like?"

"Why?"

"Multiple times you said, 'I don't want to be like my dad,' so what's he like?"

"Erm ... He is married to my mother ..."

"Hm hm."

"Which is quite amazing. Because my mother is such a brilliant and funny woman. How could he end up with her?"

"You must have some clue. Or wasn't he part of your life? They split up?"

"No, he was very much a part. And they're still together."