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Authors name: Kristen Kathleen Becker
Story Title : "Coming to America"
Last Revision November 1999
PART 2 OF 3
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Coming to America (FF, mast oral)
by Kristen
Nikki gets an introduction to New York
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The flashing silver Lear Jet flew high above the giant
city, Nikki couldn't believe her eyes. She had never
seen a city so large; all she could do was look down
at it and wonder. Truly America was the land of
opportunity, and this strange city called New York
only proved beyond doubt that this was so. Growing up
in a tiny village in the middle of the huge Zukov
forests hadn't prepared her for a sight like this.
Ten minutes after spotting the East Coast of Manhattan,
the agency jet was coasting to a smooth stop in front
of the executive terminal of LaGuardia International
Airport. Their plane didn't have to wait for normal
landing clearance. Their taxiway was on the north end
of the field, reserved for VIP's who were above the
petty concerns of the day-to-day traveler. It was one
of the perks of being rich and influential, Michael
pointed out to no one in particular.
As the plane taxied to a stop, Nikki could see two
cars parked close by. One was a big black limousine
like the Moscow party officials sometimes used. A big
man in a black suit and cap stood by that car, waiting.
The other was a black van with mirrored windows.
The door swooshed open and a man jumped through the
opening with a radiant smile of his face. He moved
into the cabin almost before the passengers started
to move around for the carry-on luggage.
The smiling man came directly toward Nikki, and stood
in the aisle before her.
"Ms. Primikov, my name in Scott Williams, I'm the CEO
of the Buccannon Agency, and I personally wanted to be
the first person to greet you."
He thrust out his hand in a firm but friendly fashion,
which Nikki took in the ritual welcoming motion
expected of her. She smiled at him, but said nothing.
Scott Williams, one of the most powerful men in
American business, a sophisticated man of the world,
felt for a moment like the wind had been knocked out
of him. All he could do was stare into the mysterious
brilliant blue eyes of this wonderfully exquisite
woman.
Then after a moment's pause, he realized that the
other passengers where waiting for him to say something
to the girl; he was beginning to look foolish just
standing there holding her hand.
"Ahhh, Ms. Primikov, may I have the pleasure of
escorting you to the home office, and then make
arrangements for your stay with us?"
Nikki looked at the handsome older man and smiled
again. He was probably in his late 30's, Nikki could
never be sure about men's ages. But at that moment,
he looked just like her younger brother Alexi --
a little awkward, a little unsure. She was intrigued
by his homey manner, especially after her experience
with Michael.
As if reading her mind, The man turned to Michael and
asked, "Mike, did Ms. Primikov enjoy her flight?"
Michael replied, "Absolutely boss, I gave her the
deluxe treatment."
Nikki looked at Michael with loathing, and said,
"Please Mr. Williams, can we leave now?"
Scott hadn't gotten to where he was by not picking
up on body language. He knew that something had
happened on the flight, but he didn't want to make
an issue of it in front of their new asset. He made
a mental note to have Mike Borden called in to his
office on Monday to get to the bottom of things.
But at that moment, all he said was, "Absolutely, we
just have a short trip to the heli-pad and then off
to work."
He escorted the young woman down the few steps to
the ground, and they were on their way.
Nikki was overwhelmed. First the luxury limousine,
and the short ride to the helicopter, and then the
almost vertical ride to the top of a huge building
in the center of the city. She was absolutely
breathless.
And so was Scott Williams, but not from the travel,
his fight for breath was the vision that sat beside
him. Her face was flushed in excitement, eyes shinning.
From time-to-time, the incredible creature that filled
his vision would turn to him and chatter in gleeful
excitement about something he'd never noticed before.
She would clap her hands together and giggle like a
happy child.
For some unexplained reason, he was extremely happy
to see her enjoying herself so, it satisfied some deep
need of his own.
Scott Williams was undeniably one of the most success-
ful fashion executives in the world. He was still
single at 38, but was listed in People magazine as one
of the top ten most eligible bachelors in the U.S.; he
dated all the famous and important women. He just
couldn't see any reason to get involved in a long-term
relationship. As number two man and heir apparent to
the chairman of the board, Mr. Buccannon, he had his
days filled. He just couldn't get excited about set-
tling down.
But even though all these things were still true, he
wondered what being with this beautiful exotic creature
would be like. He'd have to be careful, he thought. He
didn't want to get caught up in the moment and find
himself in court or something even worse. But still --
sitting by this woman made him think...
They landed at Buccannon headquarters on top of the
100-story MACK Building where the agency controlled
the top six floors. And Nikki was whisked into Benjamin
Buccannon's office.
By this time, Scott had made Nikki comfortable enough
that they where on a first name basis. As they traveled
down the elevator to the Chairman's suite of offices,
Nikki asked in a hushed voice, "How can there be so
much wealth in clothes? This place must cost millions
and millions of dollars."
Scott replied, "Our firm is worldwide, we cover Asia,
Europe and Russia, as well as South America, and of
course the U.S. markets. That's a lot of clothes Nikki,
and that equates into a lot of money. Here we are. Are
you ready to meet 'His Supreme Heinous?"
"Pardon me?"
"Just a little joke of mine, never mind, here we are,"
Scott chuckled as he pushed the tinted glass doors open
into the reception room of the chairman's office.
After being announced, they made their way into the
huge plush office of "His Heinous." Benjamin Buccannon
stood facing out of the floor-to-ceiling windows
viewing the city at dusk. One could see lights coming
on all over the horizon. When he heard them enter, he
turned with a dancer's grace and strode across the
room to hug Nikki to himself.
Then to her surprise, he gave her the traditional
Russian greeting of a soft kiss on each cheek and in
Russian he said, "This is truly a wonderful day! A
daughter of Russia is a daughter to me."
Nikki stood there amazed that someone thousands of
miles away would know her village's rural greeting.
The greeting was as old as time, but not widely used
outside of her forest area.
She stumbled over her words, "H-How would you know the
words, sir? H-How could you?"
Scott chuckled and said in a playful voice, "The old
reprobate knows every trick in the book, probably had
one of his researchers pull all the plugs to get any
information about you so he could impress you."
Mr. Buccannon shot Scott a look of mock pain and led
the young woman to the lounge area. As they were
seated, he quickly outlined Nikki's future. In short,
he was going to make her a super-model.
He asked her if she knew what a super model was. Nikki
didn't really understand him, so he outlined it in
terms that she could not miss.
"You will be loved by millions of people all over the
world. You will be idolized, your looks, your hair
style, even your walk will be imitated by hundreds of
thousands of women from here to Russia, and beyond.
You'll make millions of dollars, and you'll have fun
doing it. Now, does that sound good to you?"
All Nikki said was, "Yes sir, it does."
Both men laughed at her simple answer, and the look
of awe written all over her beautiful face.
They had a late dinner in the office suite, and
afterward Scott took her by agency limousine to the
exclusive apartments 20 minutes away.
In the elevator on their way up to the penthouse
suites Scott said, "Nikki, I am going to have you
share an apartment with one of our other girls.
Rachel is a great person, and she has offered to
help you find your way around, sort of help you
acclimatize."
Nikki expected to see a small apartment, but when
an attractive black woman opened the door, what she
saw was a very large room. The space that opened up
before them was large enough to put her family's
whole house into and the hen house too!
As they walked in, Nikki could do nothing but stare
in wonder.
Rachel took her duffel bag from the doorman, and
ushered them into the sunken living room. "Scott,
it was nice of you to personally bring our new
Russian friend home, but now go home. Nikki has
been in a plane for what, 30 or 40 hours? And she
probably got the works at the office too if I'm
guessing right. She needs a couple of days off now.
You don't want to harm those angelic looks of hers
do yah?"
With promises of showing Nikki New York once she was
settled in, Scott was playfully pushed out the door.
Once the CEO was gone, Rachel turned back toward the
new girl. She had known what all the fuss was about
the moment the door opened. This girl had a unique
quality about her looks. Rachel couldn't think of
anyone that looked remotely like this girl, and what
a beauty!
The two women had some herb tea, and Nikki mostly
listened as Rachel told her what her life was going
to be like. Everything she heard from her new friend
sounded similar to what Mr. Buccannon had said, only
with funny things thrown in to make her laugh.
But after about half an hour or so Nikki was having
trouble concentrating and began to nod off.
"Ah, I see my sleeping potion is beginning to work.
Bedtime tea always sends me. You needed to wind down."
Rachel showed Nikki to her suite of rooms. In her
tired state, the suite looked like it went on forever,
to her amusement, later she found that one of the
walls was a mirror from floor-to-ceiling. The bathroom
also had floor-to-ceiling mirrors on one wall. Even-
tually, when Nikki finally laid her tired young body
into a heavenly nest to sleep, she groggily noticed
that the four-poster bed canopy had mirrors looking
down at her from above. Nikki wondered...
The next day, Nikki awoke at 2 p.m. In a panic at her
sloth, she jumped up, threw on a robe and hurried out
to the living room; knowing that she must be in big
trouble for sleeping so late.
Rachel was out on the terrace laying in a chaise
lounge. Nikki hurried out the sliding glass doors
to apologize, but stopped cold when she realized
that she had obviously made another terrible mistake.
Her friend Rachel was laying naked under the sun,
obviously used to the privacy she had before Nikki
had moved in.
"Oh no! I'm sorry Rachel," Nikki blurted as she
quickly turned to leave.
"NIKKI! Don't run away. Please come back, I'm not
upset with you."
Nikki, was flushed with embarrassment and said,
"Rachel, I didn't mean to invade your privacy, I
will be more careful in the future, I promise you
this."
"Don't worry about it. We're models, our bodies are
our greatest assets, and we have to take constant
care of 'em. They must be pampered and exercised or
we're outa' business.
"Nakedness is nothing to a professional model. Between
us girls, we can walk around the house nude all the
time. As a matter of fact, we should do it as much as
possible," Rachel said in a soft voice.
Nikki looked uncertain, replying, "I don't know
Rachel, I'm not used to exposing myself to others.
It is not done where I come from."
"Sweetpea, what do you think we do for a living? We
show off our bodies. Why do you think there are so
many mirrors in this apartment?"
Nikki had been wondering about that - and waited for
her new friend to tell her.
"Because the agency wants us to be aware of the con-
dition of our bodies all of the time. Walking around
nude in our safe little nest we can see each other
and maybe make suggestions.
"If I slump, you can remind me, if your tan line is
obvious I can point it out to you. You see, we are
professional bodies, an exclusive club, and we have
to take care of each other."
Nikki started to explain why she had come out on the
terrace in the first place. Rachel cut in, "Don't
worry about work just now. You look a little tired
from your travels; you're on rest and recuperation
at company expense. So come out here and grab a chair,
and I'll order us a low-cal lunch from the kitchen."
Watching as Rachel picked up the telephone beside her
chair and begin to order food, Nikki wondered if she
would ever get used to this lifestyle. She looked at
her companion's perfect body and thought, 'She has
no tan lines, and looks much more exotic with her
dark skin than I.' Then Nikki noticed her pubic hair,
it was neatly trimmed, it looked so...so sophisticated.
That was the word that popped into her mind.
She was a little embarrassed to undress in front of
the other woman. For the first time in her life, she
was ashamed of her body. She thought, 'Would she
measure up in this world of perfect women?' She was,
after all nothing more than a Russian peasant girl,
'would they laugh at her?'
"Nikki, lunch is on the way, now take those clothes
off, and let me give you a professional critique."
Rachel removed her sunglasses and looked expectantly
at her Russian friend.
Knowing that there was nothing else for it but to do
as she was told, Nikki took a deep breath, to try and
slow her pounding heart and dropped her robe onto the
chaise lounge. Then without thinking further about it,
she drew her nightgown over her head and stood in as
dignified a pose as possible in front of the other
woman.
"WOW! Major League," Rachel breathed. Just then the
doorbell rang, startling Nikki, who fearfully reached
for her robe.
"NO, you don't need to worry about an intrusion. All
our little servants are bonded and have special
security clearances. Our food man or woman, as the
case may be, will leave our food just inside the front
door on a rolling cart. Now let's see what we have
here. Turn around slowly and let me observe."
Nikki reluctantly dropped her robe back onto the
chaise lounge and began a slow model's turn, except
this time, she had no clothes on. She knew that she'd
just die if Rachel called her an old cow or something.
She'd never been put in this position before and was
nervous as a muskrat on a shed roof during a hot
Russian summer day. Nikki had an urge to cover her
hardening nipples; she was embarrassed, but refused
to do so knowing that it would only draw attention
to them.
What Rachel saw made her instantly jealous, she was
a top model at the agency, and had made a megaton of
money in her six years of employment. But even on her
best day, she had never looked like the woman standing
in front of her. The Russian girl was perfect, not
a flaw or blemish anywhere. There she was after
traveling for almost two days straight, with no make
up, and she still looked better than 98% of all the
models fully made up.
Rachel noticed that Nikki's body was tense. Her
stomach muscles where shivering, and she could see
knotting between her shoulder blades at her back.
"Girl, you have a fabulous body, you're going to
make millions, but you have to relax a little!"
"I'm nervous, that's all. I'm not used to showing
myself off like this. I'm sorry Rachel."
"Okay, come with me. No, no leave the clothes, I'm
gonna teach you about your body. A friend did this
for me when I was starting out, and I'm gonna pass
on the favor. C'mon Sweetpea, follow momma."
Nikki obediently followed her beautiful friend,
watching her walk ahead of her, admiring her body
in motion. Rachel's walk was -- sexy, that was
it -- sexy. Her hips swayed just enough to suggest
something, something not quite definable, but Nikki
was sure that the rhythm of her sway had something
to do with sex. She followed Rachel into her own
bedroom. "Now Sweetpea, get in the shower and adjust
the water to your liking, now go ahead."
Nikki obeyed.
The jet spray felt so good, so relaxing that Nikki
almost forgot about Rachel standing outside of the
shower stall -- that is until the other woman stepped
in behind her. Nikki tensed when she Rachel's hands
touch her shoulders.
"What?"
"Just relax, I won't hurt you. If you want to walk
the walk, and talk the talk honey, you gotta get comfy
with yourself. Just think of me as your teacher, this
won't hurt I promise."
With that said, Rachel took a bar of soap and began
to run it in the palm of her hand up and down the
back of the young Russian girl. Rachel loved the
texture of the other woman's skin; it instantly made
her aroused. She could tell that Nikki was enjoying
the sensations too, because she leaned her wet fore-
head against the shower wall and sighed contentedly.
Rachel had a plan, and to further it she had to take
a chance, so without warning, she ran her hand with
the bar of soap under Nikki's right arm and over her
breast. Nikki tensed again, but she didn't pull away
or speak out for Rachel to stop.
Encouraged by the girl's silence, she wrapped her
other arm around Nikki's body and began to massage
both breasts with soapy hands, occasionally running
them down her firm stomach.
What a heavenly sensation to massage perfect skin,
covering a perfect body! Rachel thought. She was
becoming utterly captivated by this innocent Russian
girl. It was occurring to her as she ran her hands
over the girl's body with more and more abandon that
Nikki wasn't protesting. On the contrary, she was
responding.
Rachel turned Nikki around to face her, and saw that
she had her eyes closed, she said quietly close to
one ear, "Now I want you to sit down on the Jacuzzi
seat, and I'll shampoo your hair."
The Russian girl just sighed her acquiescence and
nodded her head, eyes still closed, and a contented
smile on her lovely face.
Stepping behind Nikki, Rachel sat first, pulling her
friend down by the arm to sit between her spread legs.
Rachel began to shampoo the girl's long blonde hair,
working up a lather. Unable to Nikki's erect nipples
any longer, Rachel started to run her shampoo-covered
hands down Nikki's shoulders and over her breasts and
nipples.
The whole time, Rachel fantasized that she was nursing
at those wonderful tits. She longed to nip at them with
her teeth, and to swirl her tongue around the goose
bump skin that surrounded them.
These thoughts made Rachel even hornier than she had
been before. Without any conscious thought about
doing it, the African beauty began to move slightly
against her friend's firm buttocks, rubbing her sex
against the other girl's body.
As Rachel's hands made their smooth motions on Nikki's
neck, shoulders, breasts and stomach they began to
increased in intensity, so did her hip thrusts.
Rachel began to hump against her young friend, pulling
her body back against her crotch, crushing her sticky
clitoris against her friend's soft firm skin, all the
while letting her quick hands dance over Nikki's front
parts with abandon.
Rachel knew what was going to happen moments before it
did. As she started to convulse against the Russian
girl's body, Rachel dropped her hands down between her
friend's legs and began to massage between Nikki's
legs, rubbing at her sex sensually, slowly, moving her
fingers in and out of her vagina. It was as though she
was douching her with shampoo. (Which was of course
exactly what she was doing.)
Rachel had a plan, and it didn't end with her own
pleasure.
Nikki knew that Rachel was having an orgasm against
her, but she didn't mind -- her heart rate had tripled
though, when her friend's hands dropped between her
legs and moved to her vagina.
Nikki's eyes flew open momentarily as the sensation of
the other girl's hands against her private parts gave
way to the feeling of being invaded by Rachel's fingers
. The sensations that were brought on by this sudden
change in events made it hard for Nikki to breathe,
she felt wonderful, it was lovely, she didn't want it
to ever stop! But it did...
"Oh god, Nikki, that was almost too much. I just had
what was maybe the best orgasm of my life."
Rachel could barely gasp the words out; she was so
overcome with emotion, and her recent physical
exertion.
Nikki reached behind her brushing the back of her
hand against her friend's cheek and said, "I'm glad
that you had an orgasm, and that it was a good one.
I too feel much better, and have enjoyed your idea
very much."
Nikki had enjoyed her friend's attentions, but she
would have liked more.
"Nikki, we aren't done yet. Let's rinse and dry off,
and finish this in bed!"
Nikki was shocked. What did Rachel mean -- 'finish
this in bed?' Her heartbeat jumped into triple time
again as Rachel began to rinse her body off.
Was this woman going to do lesbian things to her? Up
until that moment, Nikki hadn't really thought about
what they were doing. She hadn't known how to react,
hadn't known what to say that wouldn't offend her new
friend. But to go to bed with her!
The water was turned off, Rachel pulled a towel from
the hanger and standing up against Nikki's back, she
reached around the girl and began to dry her front.
Nikki stood there, at first in fear, then with the
sensations of the wet girl's skin at her back, and the
rough terrycloth towel being briskly rubbed over her
breasts, and down her stomach, and then... down
between her legs. Nikki stopped worrying about what
people would think, and started to wonder what Rachel
would do her.
Nikki had absolutely no idea what two women could do
for sex. After all, she was no expert in sex with only
two experiences - one with a fumbling boy and the
other with a lecher who took unfair advantage of her.
Once dry, Rachel smiled up at the taller woman, and
said, "Nikki, I owe you what you gave me, and believe
me, it will be my pleasure to reciprocate! C'mon
Sweetpea, I'm gonna show you something new."
Rachel flopped onto Nikki's bed and held her arms out
to the Russian girl. Nikki knelt on the bed, and flowed
into the other woman's arms, pushing herself over onto
the rumpled sheets. Both women giggled at the feeling
of freedom they experienced as they rolled together on
the bed.
Rachel, momentarily on top, reached for the Nikki's
face. Holding it between both of her hands, she stared
deeply into the bright pools of blue, and said, "Nikki
you're wonderful, we'll be friends forever."
Then Rachel smiled a smile that Nikki thought might be
the most beautiful smile she'd ever seen.
As if in a dream Rachel lowered her mouth - slightly
open - to Nikki's slightly open lips, and the two
luscious young beauties spent several minutes
exploring each other's smile.
Rachel was the first to break the embrace, to Nikki's
moan of disappointment.
Rachel said, "Now, now little grasshopper, you're here
to learn something new. I'm not done yet, and we can
kiss anytime you want, just now though, I'm think'n
pay back time."
Nikki had no idea what her new friend was talking
about, so nearly jumped out of her lovely skin when
Rachel leaned forward and stuck her tongue in Nikki's
belly button.
Rachel held Nikki tightly so she could only squirm
a little, finally stopping for a moment to say,
"Sweetpea, you gotta stop squirming for this part
to work. The belly button thing is for desensitizing.
Once you can take the tongue in the belly button, then
you're ready for the real fun. Now try to control
yourself, I'm gonna tongue you again, and I want to
try to hold still."
Nikki was mystified, but a willing student.
Rachel leaned over Nikki's splayed body again and
drove her tongue into the young woman's belly button.
Nikki jumped again, for she had never realized how
sensitive it was there before. But then she'd never
had anyone want to stick a tongue into it before
either! Finally after a minute of concentration,
she overcame the ticklish feeling and was able to lay
there and enjoy the sensation of her friend's tongue.
Nikki almost sat up when Rachel moved her mouth from
her stomach to her vagina. What was Rachel going to
do!?
In Russian, Nikki exclaimed, "OH MY!" Her whole body
went tense when she felt the pleasant invasion of
Rachel's lips and tongue, and "Oh!" teeth...
Nikki remembering her instructions, and tried to lie
back and not move. Her mind was racing, the thought
of someone putting their mouth on her sexual parts
had never occurred to her before. But now that it was
happening, Nikki loved it!
Rachel's mouth and tongue were running all over her
female sex organs, and every time she gave attention
to her clitoris, Nikki couldn't stay still no matter
how hard she tried.
Rachel was making little whimpering noises as she
sucked her girlfriend; the noises were too much for
Nikki's senses, she couldn't hold back if she had
wanted to. Nikki felt the pulling sensation deep
within her stomach and thighs as her orgasm raged up
to the surface.
She weakly called out to warn Rachel, but her friend
just redoubled her efforts. Then it was upon her!
Nikki's sweat covered body convulsed almost into a
sitting position, and stayed that way as wave after
wave of orgasm raged through her entire body. In
Nikki's tense - almost sitting position, her perfectly
muscled legs thrust out on either side of Rachel's
head, and balanced almost completely on her shapely
derrière, she could see the wonderful contrast of skin
colors between the two of them. A crazy thought
flashed into her mind that they would make the most
exquisite modeling partners!
Then the thought was replaced by pain, exquisite pain,
as Rachel nibbled on her clitoris. Nikki screamed in
lust and ecstasy and came again, even more intensely
this time.
---
They didn't get around to 'lunch' until almost eight
o'clock that night, but Nikki had most assuredly lost
her shyness about walking around the apartment and
sunning in the nude...
Continued in part 3...
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