Date: Sat, 19 Aug 2000 02:41:40 EDT
From: Kristen <kristen078@hotmail.com>
Subject: Nikki Comes to America (FF, interr, 1st)

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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