Nikki Comes to America (FF, interr, 1st time) by Kristen Kathleen Becker kristen078@hotmail.com
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The flashing silver Lear Jet flew high above the giant
city. Nikki couldn't believe her eyes; she had never
imagined 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 of Russia was no preparation 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; the plane didn't have to wait for normal
landing clearance. Their taxiway was on the north end
of the field, reserved for VIP's, far above the petty
concerns of the day-to-day traveler. It was one of the
perks of being rich and influential, as 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 ones Moscow party officials usually 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 of the jet swooshed open and a man jumped
through the opening, a radiant smile on his face. He
bounced into the cabin almost before the passengers
started gathering together their carry-on luggage,
going straight to Nikki and standing in the aisle in
front of her.
"Ms. Primikov, my name is Scott Williams. I'm the CEO
of the Buccannon Agency, and I wanted to greet you
personally." He thrust out his hand in a firm but
friendly fashion, and Nikki took it in the ritual
welcoming motion expected of her. She smiled, but said
nothing.
Scott Williams, one of the most powerful men in
American business and a sophisticated man of the world,
felt for a moment as if the wind had been knocked out
of him. He could only stare into the mysterious,
brilliant blue eyes of this exquisite woman.
After a moment's pause he realized that the other
passengers were expecting him to say something, and
that he was beginning to look foolish just holding
Nikki's hand and staring at her. "Ahhh, Ms. Primikov,
may I have the pleasure of escorting you to the home
office, and to make arrangements for your stay with
us?"
Nikki looked at the handsome older man and smiled again.
She guessed he was in his late 30's, but she was never
sure about men's ages. At that moment he looked just
like her younger brother Alexi, a little awkward, a
little unsure of himself. She was struck by his friend-
ly manner, especially after her experience with Michael.
As if reading her mind, he turned to travel companion and
asked: "Mike, did Ms. Primikov have a good flight?"
"Absolutely, boss. I gave her the deluxe treatment."
Nikki looked at Michael with loathing, and said:
"Please, Mr. Williams, can we leave now?" she
hadn't liked traveling with him, he'd been a perfect
boar the whole trip, she didn't like the way he'd kept
leering at her.
Scott hadn't gotten to where he was by failing to pick
up on body language. He realized that something must
have 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 so he could get to the bottom of things.
At that moment, though, 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 short ride in the
luxury limousine to the helicopter, and then the
vertiginous flight to the top of a huge building in
the center of the city. She felt quite breathless.
And so did Scott Williams, though not from the travel.
His fight for breath was due to the vision sitting
beside him. Her face was flushed with excitement, her
eyes shone. From time to time this enchanting creature
would turn to him, pointing at, and chattering in
gleeful excitement about, something he'd never noticed
before, clapping her hands and giggling like a happy
child. Somehow he was extremely glad to see her enjoy-
ing 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, and listed in People magazine as one of
the top ten most eligible bachelors in the U.S.. He
dated famous and important women; he just couldn't see
any reason to get involved in a long-term relationship
with any of them.
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 settling down.
Though all these things were true, however, he wondered
what it would be like to be with this exotic creature.
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 in which the agency controlled
the top six floors, and Nikki was whisked into Benjamin
Buccannon's office.
By this time, Scott had made Nikki feel comfortable
enough to be on first name terms with her. As they
traveled down the elevator to the Chairman's suite of
offices, Nikki asked in a hushed tone: "How can there
be so much money in clothes? This building 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 to 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 open the tinted glass doors
leading to 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 the floor-to-ceiling windows, viewing the
city at dusk; lights could be seen 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 his
chest.
Then to her surprise, he gave her the traditional
Russian greeting of a soft kiss on each cheek, saying
in Russian: "This is truly a wonderful day! A daughter
of Russia is a daughter to me."
Nikki was amazed that someone living thousands of miles
away would know her home region's rural greeting. It
was as old as time, but not widely used outside of her
forest region.
She stumbled over her reply. "H-How would you know
those words, sir? H-How could you?"
Scott chuckled and said in a playful voice: "The old
reprobate knows every trick in the book. He 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.
While they sat there he outlined Nikki's future for
her; in short, he was going to make her a supermodel.
He asked if she knew what a supermodel was. Nikki shook
her head, so he described it in terms she couldn't fail
to understand. "You will be loved by millions of people
all over the world. You will be idolized. Your looks,
your hairstyle, 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 the simple answer, and the look of awe on
her beautiful face which accompanied it.
They had a late dinner in the office suite, and after-
ward Scott took her by agency limousine to an apartment
block, a twenty-minute ride away.
In the elevator, on their way up to the penthouse
suites, Scott said: "Nikki, I'm 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, large enough to put her family's
whole house into - the hen house too!
As they walked in, Nikki could do nothing but stare in
wonderment.
Rachel took Nikki's duffel bag from the doorman and
ushered them into the sunken living room. "Scott," she
said, "it was nice of you to bring our new Russian
friend home personally, but go home now. Nikki has been
on 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?"
Promising to show Nikki New York once she was settled
in, Scott was playfully pushed out the door. Once the
CEO had gone, Rachel turned toward the new girl.
She had understood what all the fuss had been about the
moment the door opened. This girl had a unique quality
about her. 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 while 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.
After about half an hour, though, Nikki was having
trouble concentrating and began to nod off. Rachel
smiled. "Ah, I see my sleeping potion is beginning to
work. Bedtime tea always sends me off. You needed to
wind down."
She showed Nikki to her suite of rooms. In her tired
state, it seemed to go on forever. Later on she found,
to her amusement, that one of the walls consisted of a
mirror, extending from floor to ceiling. The bathroom
also had floor-to-ceiling mirrors on one wall. Even-
tually, when she finally laid her tired young body into
a heavenly nest to sleep, she noticed, groggily, that
the four-poster bed canopy had mirrors above her. She
wondered why...
The next day, Nikki awoke at 2 p.m. In a panic, she
jumped up, threw on a robe and hurried out to the
living room; knowing that she must be in trouble for
sleeping so late.
Rachel was out on the terrace, lying in a chaise longue.
Nikki hurried out the sliding glass doors to apologize,
but stopped cold when she realized that she must have
made another terrible mistake. Her friend Rachel was
lying naked in the sun, obviously used to the privacy
that she had before Nikki had moved in.
"Oh no! I'm very sorry, Rachel," Nikki blurted out,
quickly turning to leave.
"NIKKI! Don't run away. Please come back. I'm not at
all upset with you."
Nikki, who was flushed with embarrassment, said:
"Rachel, I really didn't mean to invade your privacy,
and I'll be more careful in future, I promise you."
"Don't worry about it. We're models. Our bodies are our
principal assets, and we have to take constant care of
them. They've got to be pampered and exercised, or
we're outa business. Nakedness means nothing to a
professional model. Among us girls, we walk around the
house nude all the time. As a matter of fact, we should
do it as much as possible," Rachel added softly.
Nikki looked uncertain. "I don't know, Rachel. I'm not
used to exposing myself to others. It is not acceptable
behavior 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 wondered about that, and now 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. You
see, we are professionals, members of an exclusive
club, and we have to take care of each other."
Nikki started to explain why she had come out on the
terrace, but Rachel cut in. "Don't worry about work
just now. You look a little tired from your travelling;
consider yourself 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 began 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 do.' Then Nikki noticed her pubic hair; it
was neatly trimmed, and looked so...sophisticated; the
word popped into her mind.
She was a little embarrassed at the thought of
undressing in front of the other woman. For the first
time in her life, she felt ashamed of her body. She
thought: 'Will I measure up in this world of perfect
women?' She was, after all, just 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 there was nothing 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
longue. Then, without thinking further about it, she
drew her nightgown over her head and stood, trying to
strike as dignified a pose as possible.
"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 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 look at you properly."
Nikki reluctantly dropped her robe back onto the chaise
longue and began a slow model's turn, except that, this
time, she had no clothes on.
She knew she'd just die if Rachel called her an old cow
or something. She'd never been put in this position
before and was as jittery as a muskrat on a shed roof
on a hot Russian summer's day. She had an urge to cover
her hardening nipples, but resisted it, 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 ton of money in
her six years of employment. Even on her best day,
though, she had never looked as good as the woman
standing in front of her. The Russian girl was perfect,
not a flaw or blemish anywhere.
After traveling for almost two days, straight, and
wearing no make up, she still looked better than 98%
of fully-made-up models.
Rachel noticed, though, that Nikki's body was tense.
Her stomach muscles were quivering, and there was some
knotting between her shoulder blades.
"Girl," she said, "you've got a fabulous body.
You're going to make millions, but you got to relax a
little!"
"I'm nervous, that's all. I'm not used to showing my-
self off like this. I'm sorry."
"Okay, come with me. 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 glamorous friend, watch-
ing her as she walked ahead, admiring her body in
motion. Rachel's walk was - sexy. That was it - sexy.
Her hips swayed just enough to suggest something
indefinable, but Nikki was sure that the rhythm had
something to do with sex. She followed Rachel into her
own bedroom.
"Now, Sweetpea, go in the shower and get the water to
your liking. Go ahead."
Nikki did what she was told. The jet spray felt so
good, so relaxing, that she almost forgot that Rachel
was standing outside the shower stall; that is, until
the other woman stepped in behind her.
Nikki tensed when she felt Rachel's hands on 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 a bit, I promise."
Rachel took a bar of soap and, holding it in the palm
of her hand, began running it up and down the young
Russian girl's back.
Rachel loved the texture of the skin under her hand,
and very soon became aroused. She could tell Nikki was
enjoying the sensations too, because she leaned her wet
forehead against the shower wall and sighed contentedly.
Rachel, though, had a plan, and to implement it she had
to take a chance. Without warning, she ran the hand
holding the soap under Nikki's right arm and over her
breast.
Nikki tensed again, but neither pulled away nor made
any vocal objection. Encouraged by this response,
Rachel wrapped her other arm around Nikki's body and
began to massage both breasts with soapy hands,
occasionally running them down the Russian girl's firm
stomach.
What a heavenly sensation it was to massage perfect
skin, covering a perfect body, Rachel thought. She had
become utterly captivated by this innocent girl. It
occurred to her, as she ran her hands over Nikki's body
with increasing abandon, that not only was she not
protesting, she was actually responding.
Rachel now turned Nikki around to face her, and saw
that she had her eyes closed. She murmured in one ear:
"Now sit down on the jacuzzi seat and I'll shampoo your
hair."
Nikki sighed her acquiescence and nodded, her eyes
still closed and a contented smile on her lovely face.
Stepping behind her, Rachel sat down first, pulling
Nikki down by an arm to sit between her spread legs.
She began to shampoo the girl's long, blonde hair,
gradually working up a lather.
Unable to resist Nikki's erect nipples any longer, she
ran shampoo-covered hands down Nikki's shoulders and
over her breasts and nipples. All the while Rachel
fantasized that she was nursing at those opulent tits.
She longed to nip at them with her teeth, and to swirl
her tongue around the goose-bump flesh that surrounded
them.
Rachel was already aroused, but such thoughts made her
hornier still. Unconsciously, the African beauty began
to move her hips, rubbing herself gently against her
friend's firm buttocks. As she continued to massage
Nikki's neck, shoulders, breasts and stomach, the
movement of her hands began to increase in intensity,
and so did her hip thrusts.
Soon she was humping against her young friend, pulling
her body back against her crotch, crushing her sticky
clitoris against the soft firm skin of the girl's
behind, all the while letting her quick hands dance
uninhibitedly over Nikki's front parts.
Rachel knew what was going to happen moments before it
did. As she started to convulse against the Nikki's
body, she dropped her hands down between her friend's
legs and began massaging there, sensually rubbing her
sex, deliberately moving her fingers in and out of
Nikki's vagina. It was as though she was douching her
friend with shampoo (which was, of course, exactly what
she was doing).
Nikki realized that Rachel was having an orgasm against
her, but she didn't mind. Her heart rate tripled,
though, when Rachel's hands had dropped between her
legs and moved to her vagina. Her eyes flew open
momentarily as the sensation of the other girl's hands
against her private parts gave way to the even more
intense feeling of being invaded by Rachel's fingers.
The sensations resulting from this sudden change made
it hard for Nikki to breathe. She felt wonderful! It
was lovely! She didn't want it ever to stop! But at
last it did...
"Oh god, Nikki, that was almost too much. I just had
maybe the best orgasm of my life." Rachel could barely
gasp the words out, she was so overcome by emotion and
her recent physical exertion.
Nikki reached behind her to brush 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 liked your idea very much." Nikki had
enjoyed her friend's attentions, and she would have
liked even more of them.
"Nikki, we aren't done yet. Let's rinse and dry off,
then finish this in bed!"
Nikki was shocked. What did Rachel mean by 'finish this
in bed'? Her heartbeat jumped into triple time again as
Rachel began rinsing her body. Was this woman going to
do lesbian things to her? Up until that moment, Nikki
hadn't really thought about what they had been 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...!
Rachel turned the water off and pulled a towel from the
hanger. Standing close against Nikki's back, she
reached around her and began to dry her front. Nikki
just stood there, at first feeling very nervous. Then,
as she felt Rachel's wet skin at her back, the rough
terrycloth towel being briskly rubbed over her breasts,
down her stomach and then... down between her legs, she
stopped worrying about what people might think and
started to wonder just what Rachel intended to do to
her.
She had absolutely no idea what two women could do for
sex. After all, she was no expert in sex, having had
just two experiences, one with a fumbling boy and the
other with a lecher who had taken unfair advantage of
her.
When they were both dry, Rachel smiled up at the taller
woman, and said: "Nikki, I'm gonna give you back what I
got from you; and, believe me, it will be a pleasure!
C'mon Sweetpea, I'm gonna show you something new."
She 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 the
rumpled sheets. Both women giggled at the feeling of
freedom as they rolled around together on the bed.
Rachel, momentarily on top, reached for Nikki's face.
Holding it in both of her hands, she stared deeply into
the bright pools of blue and said: "Nikki, you're
wonderful. Let's be friends forever."
Then she smiled a smile that Nikki thought might be
the most beautiful she'd ever seen. As if in a dream,
Rachel lowered her mouth - slightly open - onto Nikki's
parted lips, and the two voluptuous beauties spent a
minute or two exploring each other's smiles.
Rachel was the first to break the embrace, to Nikki's
evident disappointment. Rachel said: "Now, now, little
grasshopper, you're here to learn something new. We can
kiss anytime you want, but I'm not done yet, and just
now I'm think'n payback time.
Nikki had no idea what her friend was talking about,
and nearly jumped out of her skin when Rachel leaned
forward and stuck her tongue in Nikki's belly button.
She held Nikki tightly so that she could only squirm
a little, after a while lifting her head to say:
"Sweetpea, you gotta stop wriggling 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 you
to hold still."
Nikki was mystified, but a willing student. Rachel
swooped back over Nikki's splayed body and drove her
tongue once more into the young woman's navel. Nikki
jerked again; she'd never before realized how sensitive
it was in there! Of course, she'd never before had
anyone stick their tongue into her belly button!
After a minute or so of concentration she managed to
overcome the ticklish feeling, and was able just to lie
there and enjoy the sensations created by her friend's
tongue.
She almost sat up, however, when Rachel suddenly moved
her mouth from her stomach to her vagina. What was she
doing!? In Russian, Nikki exclaimed "OH MY!"
Her whole body went tense when she felt the electric
invasion of Rachel's lips and tongue and ("Oh!")
teeth... Nikki remembered what she'd been told and
tried to lie still, but her mind was racing. That
someone would want to put their mouth on her sexual
organs had never occurred to her before. Now that it
was happening, though, she loved it!
Rachel's mouth and tongue played over Nikki's pudenda,
and each time they touched her clitoris she found it
impossible to remain still, no matter how hard she
tried. All the while she sucked at her friend, Rachel
was making little whimpering noises, and these became
too much for Nikki; she couldn't have held back even
if she'd wanted to.
She felt the familiar pulling sensation deep within her
stomach and thighs as her orgasm raged to the surface.
She weakly called out to warn Rachel, but her friend
only 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 orgasmic currents raged through her. In
Nikki's tense, almost sitting, position, with her
perfectly muscled legs thrust out on either side of
Rachel's head, and balancing almost exclusively on her
shapely derriere, she was struck by the contrast of
skin colors between herself and her friend. The crazy
thought flashed into her mind that they would make the
most exquisite modeling partners!
The thought was suddenly replaced by pain, exquisite
pain, as Rachel nibbled on her clitoris. Nikki screamed
in lust and ecstasy, and came again, even more intense-
ly this time.
They didn't get around to 'lunch' until almost eight
o'clock that night, and by then Nikki had most
assuredly lost her shyness about walking around the
apartment, and sunning, in the nude...
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