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 The Russian Girl (Part 2)

   By Katzmarek

   Lina sat in the room she shared with another girl, listening to her
favorite `Destiny's Child' disk.  She liked the bouncy melodies.  It made
her feel good.  She was very happy.

   She had made `her' Eric happy and that had pleased her.  She divided the
men in her life into `good' and `bad' lists.  The `bad' men made her do
things she didn't want to and hurt her.  Her `good' men bought her gifts
and didn't hurt or force her to do stuff.

   Eric was her good man.  He bought her gifts and looked after her.  He
would help her to stay in America and make movies.  He hadn't forced his
stuff into her mouth and, most of all hadn't pushed his `thing' between her
legs.

   Ever since that boy had raped her in St Petersburg it had hurt when men
tried to get her to have sex.  Her kitty would clamp shut when she felt
them poking their dicks around down there.  Sometimes they would do it
anyway and it hurt and sometimes she would bleed.

   That girl, Veronica, she shared the room with, had wanted to sleep with
her.  It was nice having her arms wrapped around and a warm body snuggled
beside her.  Her boobies were bigger than hers and she could feel them
squashed against her back.  Veronica had wanted to kiss her, she thought
that was alright, but then she was kissing her as a man would.  She tried
to push her tongue in and her hand started to caress her tits.

   It was kind of nice until Veronica pushed a hand into her panties, she
pushed it away.  A little later she could feel movement next to her and
realized Veronica was rubbing herself.  Lina turned onto her back and put
her arm around the girl.  She let her suck on her tit and thrust herself
against her leg.  She was puffing and moaning and squirming, reminding Lina
a little of when a man is ready to shoot his stuff at her.

   Then her mouth gaped open, gasping, her face is all screwed up and she's
frantically fiddling with herself.  Shortly after she's hugging her tight
and murmuring to her but she couldn't understand.

   Veronica had rested her hand on Lina's little kitty and she thought that
would be ok.  In fact, she'd quite liked it, it made her feel a little
gooey.  Lina checked out Veronica's boob, comparing it to her own.  She
then slipped her own hand into her panties and tried to copy what Veronica
had been doing.  It felt ok but sleep had intervened before she experienced
anything like Veronica had.

   It'd felt good to have someone to sleep with at night.  She hadn't had
that since she and her little friend Anya had bunked down in that abandoned
old Lada in `Petersburg .  A good score, that old car.  It's was roomy and
you could almost stretch out.  And it was safer than that old basement
where the old men would try to grope you and force you to drink their
repulsive, cheap Vodka.

   She had met Anya there.  She was a skinny 10 year old but she looked
about 7.  She knew her way around, which restaurants to go to get free
handouts from the kitchen, who to avoid, how to stay out of the way of the
patrols.  All the skills necessary to get by on those tough streets.

   It was not Anya's fault when that boy had trapped Lina in that basement.
Anya was having one of her sick spells when she'd cough and cough and her
breathing would get all rattlely and raspy.  She went all weak and cold and
Lina used to hold her at night to keep her warm.  She had gone to get her
some food when that boy they called `the fox' had found her and forced her
to have sex with him.

   They became known as `bones and the actress'.  Anya was called `bones'
because she was so skinny, she the `actress' because she was always talking
about being a star.  Together they were the `no rape club'.  A very loose
translation with a cadence hard to reproduce in English.

   Together they would move among the homeless kids sharing information
about the `bad' men.  `The Fox' had disappeared soon after that.  He may
have left town or been caught by some girl's pals and gone into the river
Neva.  She didn't care.

   Then next autumn she had woken to find Anya very cold and her face blue.
She couldn't wake her and her eyes were just staring out not looking at
anything.  Lina knew Anya was very sick and had run to get help from their
friends.  They said she had gone `away' and the `priest', had come.  He was
a guy of about 16 who wore a cross around his neck and was very spiritual.
He said some words and they had all kissed Anya and Lina had tucked her
favorite teddy into her jacket.  The `no rape club' was gone.

   They then placed her in the Neva because Anya had always loved the
river. Together they watched her body being carried out by the sluggish
current and she had become hysterical.  Her friends had held her because
she had wanted to jump into the river to be with her friend.  She had sat
on the bank for ages wanting her Anya to climb back out of the river so she
would have a friend again, when this guy Vasiliy comes and sits next to
her.



   On the other side of town, I was in some despair myself.  I'd allowed
myself to be sucked off by a girl young enough to be my daughter.  In fact,
I HAD been a father to her.  I was the grown-up and should have stopped it.
The poor girl had been exploited and abused most of her life and I'd
behaved no differently.  I'd followed her screwed-up script of life.  A
script where sexual favors was the common currency in her transactions with
men.  I resolved to stay away from her until she left the country.  Best
for both of us I told myself.

   I needed some adult female company.  Which is why I found myself outside
Isabella's door.  Isa was a Brazilian blond of German descent.  She had
worked for me a couple of years ago and we'd had a brief affair.  The
industry was hard on relationships and it had not worked out.  We'd got
together on and off but agreed there was no future.

   I rang the bell and she opened the door wearing her bathrobe.  Her ample
breasts stretched the toweling taught around her chest clinging down over
her wide rounded hips where it finished halfway down her thighs.  Her tan
legs were bare and flawless.  "I feel like some company", I said.  "Eric!"
she said, "it's been a long time, where have you been hiding"?  "Long
story, were you going to have a bath"?.  "It can wait, come in, tell me all
about it".  I follow her inside, watching the sway of her bottom.

   We talk it bit about what I'd been doing but I make no mention of Lina.
How do you tell someone you have the hots for a 14yr old girl?.  Anyway,
she gets up and announces she's going to have that bath and would I mind
doing her back.  Would I mind?, you don't get an invitation like that every
day so I have my togs off in a trice.  I climb into the tub behind her and
soap up her smooth back.  She's oohing and ahhing but you never know with
porn actresses whether they're just putting it on.  I move my hands to cup
her breasts and play with her nips.  They're good and hard and she turns
her face to give my mouth a little tongue action.  I peer down to her bald
pussy, my hand following.  She squirms against my hard dick and says, "I
think we'd be more comfortable on the bed".  I think so too so we get out.

   We dry each other and head for the bed, except we don't make it.  In the
lounge she stops to give my cock a little sucking and, with a growl, I pull
her to her feet and push her onto all fours over the settee.  I then give
it to her hot and hard and she's yelping and gasping but I don't think it
did much for her.  All that suppressed emotion and frustration releases
itself and I give poor Isa a half a gallon.

   She's bemused and a bit stunned and I have to munch her out a couple of
times on the bed.  I'm then ready to give her a slower, more considerate
fuck and I ride her to a climax.  This time she has her legs locked behind
my ass and she humps hard against me.  Her whining and moaning are not
faked this time and I even have enough left to splash into her womb.

   I then tell her.  She has her arm around me comforting and I'm sobbing
in to her neck like a baby.  She doesn't blink at Lina's age and instead
she talks about astral conjunctions and the winds and tides of fate.  I
think it's all bunk, Isa is a bit of a space cadet, but I let her go on and
at least it felt good to have shared my feelings.

   3 days later the foster center calls and says that Lina won't come out
of her room.  She's refusing her meals and when am I coming to see her?  I
try to tell them that I'm caught up in work but they won't buy it and in
the end I agreed to see her that evening.

   She runs out the door and hugs me and sobs into my chest.  "(Russ) Why
didn't you come, I missed you, don't you like me anymore"?  I try to tell
her that it's not right that we see so much of each other but she doesn't
understand.  "(Russ) But I'd be all alone, please don't leave me", she
begs. I feel like I'm trapped by one of Isa's astral fucking conjunctions.
"(Russ) I'll let you put your thing into me.....if that's what you want"
`Jesus Christ' I thought.

   What is a guy supposed to do.  Common sense apart, I couldn't just leave
her.  She'd caught me in her web of need and she was holding on as tight as
she could.  I know a line when I hear it, but she plays them so well, she
almost had me convinced that she would die without me.  Maybe she would.

   She'd offered to fuck me as well.  I didn't take that seriously because
I know she has a sexual dysfunction.  To be honest, though, I want to.  I'd
wanted Isa to be Lina when I fucked her over the settee, wanted it to be
Lina's pussy I'd lapped, wanted her legs to have been around me.

   She hungry so I take her to McDonalds.  She eats everything on the menu,
bubbling away between mouthfuls.  Then she asks me to show her where I
work. I tell her that would not be a good idea but she's insisting and I'm
running out of excuses.  So off we go to my studio.

   We go in the back way, it's discrete and out of public view.  She bounds
up the outside steps like an excited puppy.  Now!  my studio is not large
and not a patch on Universal but this is the first proper film studio she's
ever seen.  It has a double bed and a couch set up and a few movable flats
and curtains.  I have a couple of Betacams , a Digital and a Still and I
explain how each one works.  I explain the lights and reflectors and she
studies each piece of apparatus in wide-eyed wonder.  She wants to make
this her world.

   Then we get on to poses and camera angles and I'm telling her how I make
up the shots.  I tell her that, unlike what you see, a scene can take up to
several hours to shoot and the actors have to repeat certain shots from
different angles.  Then I edit it down to maybe 20 minutes or less,
depending on what I've got.  "How does man.....keep....up"?  she's trying
out her English.  I tell her in Russian and English that it's tough on the
male to stay erect for so long and the girl usually helps him to `warm up'
for the shot.  Sometimes he just can't get it up and we have to knock off
for the day and try again tomorrow.

   "That is ...funny", and she's giggling and chortling away and the next
thing I'm laughing along with her.  Well!, heck, it IS funny sometimes,
seeing these macho guys trying to coax their limp dicks into action.  The
next thing she's rolling on the bed `posing' and wants me to take pictures
of her.  `Not unless I want to go to jail', I try to tell her but she
pouts, telling me I don't think she's pretty.

   So I'm agreeing to take a few `soft' shots and begin to set everything
up.  It's takes about 20 minutes to get the lighting right for her fair
complexion and then we're away.  I pose her in a few `stock' positions and
she's a natural in front of the camera.  In no time at all she's writhing
around like a cat and giving me some `tease' expressions.  Her mouth parts
just a bit, she licks her bottom lips, her eyes express wanton desire.  As
I sit her for each shot I'm lingering longer, moving her shoulders, arms,
legs, brushing her blond hair back, forward, tousling it.  I brush my
finger tips down her face, coaxing certain expressions.  It's how I work,
but I'm enjoying myself too.  She is an utter fox in front of the camera
and, if she'd been legal, I sure had a star in the making.

   But I can't use any of it of course.  She then asks me what the girls do
for their audition tapes and by that time my brains were in my dick and I'm
telling her.  "(Russ) They take off their clothes and, usually, play with
themselves", I say.  "(Russ) Will you show me"?  she asks, and the next
thing she's pulling off her gear.  I should have stopped her then, but you
know?  I'd been hoping it would come to this ever since she stepped into
the studio.

   She's down to her panties and those lovely little cones are wobbling in
front of me.  I get her to cup them and tease the nipples, like she's
offering them for me to suck.  She's running her hand all over her tummy
and down over her thighs.  Next, she rubs her hand exploratively over the
gusset of her panties and looks at me.  "Is this...Ok"?  She asks in
English.  I nod, my mouth is dry and my cock hard.  I so much want to get
on the bed with her, but I resist.  Instead I ask her to put her hand
inside her panties and she's feeling away down there.  I encourage her
with, "That's great babe...." And "rub it for me honey", and I wish my
tongue was down there tasting her, stroking those beautiful long legs and
thighs.

   Just then the phone rings and I'm saved.  I tell her that's enough and
to get dressed while I answer it.  "Eric?, Shapiro", says the phone.  "I
just got a hearing date from the DA.  This Raymond's copped a plea and'll
go down for willful damage and child molestation.  Vasiliy's put his hand
up to everything, apparently he doesn't want to go back home.  That means,
I'm afraid, that your little Russki will have to go back on the next direct
flight after that.  I rang the center but they told me she was with you.  I
hope you are behaving yourself." "Of course, Frankie", I reply
distractedly, "I'll tell her, Ok".  "Sure, see you".  He rings off.

   I'm watching her as she straightens her sweatshirt.  It has CAL STATE
written across the front and I see how her breasts seem to be pushing it
out a little further.  Was it wishful thinking?, did I want her to be
suddenly older and legal?  Fed on American food for the last few weeks
she'd certainly filled out since I'd first laid eyes on her.  As I smile at
her the germ of a plan begins to form in my mind.