Nikki Comes to America

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.