Nikki Comes to America
(ff, mast, oral, first)


The silver Lear Jet flew high above the giant
city, Flashing in the sunlight.

Nikki couldn't believe her eyes. She had never
seen a city so large, all she could do was look
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
Kuroz forests of Siberian Russia hadn't prepared
her for a sight like this.

Winning the opportunity to come to America had
been nothing but a dream only weeks before. When
Michael had come to her village and told her that
she had been chosen above hundreds of other young
women, Nikki could hardly believe it. She was
going to be a fashion model. She kept thinking
that it must all be a dream.

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 Jet-door swooshed open and all of a sudden, 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 Willams, 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; that 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 back 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. He had been
nothing but insulting for most of the trip.
Nothing was good enough for him. It seemed that
everything Russia was inferior and not worth
considering. Nikki had stopped trying to talk the
American after repeated insults about her country.

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 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 Brothers 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 who 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 to him 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
successful 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
settling down.

But even though all these thing 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...

The couple landed at Buccannon headquarters on top
of the 100-story MACK Building where the agency
controlled the top two floors. 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, Scott?"

"Just a little joke of mine, never mind, here we
are," Scott chucked as he pushed the tinted glass
door 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 the floor-to-ceiling
window 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 ease
and strode across the room and hugged 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 chucked 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 mock pained look and
led the young woman to a 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."

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 apartment 20 minutes away.

He 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 an apartment 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 in, 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
probably got the works at the office too. 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 something like Mr. Buccannon
had said, only with funny things thrown in to make
her laugh. 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. Eventually,
when Nikki finally laid her tired young body into
her 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."

"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 outta 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 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 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.' 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. '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 as dignified 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 on 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
mega-ton 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 she
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. 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. Com'on 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 her friend
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 felt
the other woman'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 sex wet. She could tell that
Nikki was enjoying the sensations too, because she
leaned her wet forehead 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 soap bar 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 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 to
the idea and nodded her head, eyes still closed,
and a content smile on her lovely face. Rachel was
even more captivated by the sight of the girl's
contented expression.

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
ignore the Russian girl's erect nipples, Rachel
started to run her shampoo-covered hands down
Nikki's shoulders and over her breasts and
nipples.

The whole time, Rachel fantasized 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
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 hand motions on Nikki's neck,
shoulders, breasts and stomach 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 her
friend's front parts with abandon.

Rachel knew what was going to happen moments
before she came. 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 Nikki's cunt, 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 didn't mind, her heart rate
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 the other girl'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...

"Ohhh 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 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."

The Russian woman 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?' Nikki's heart beat jumped into
triple time again as Rachel began to rinse her
body.

Was this woman going to do lesbian things to her?.
Up until that moment, Nikki really hadn't thought
about what they were doing. She didn't know how to
react, didn't know what to say, that wouldn't
offend her new friend.

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
body.

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!
Com'on 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 hands, she
stared deeply into the bright pools of blue, and
said,. "Nikki you are wonderful, we'll be friends
forever."

Then Rachel smiled a smile that Nikki thought
might be the most beautiful smile she'd ever seen.
Then Rachel lowered her mouth - slightly open - to
Nikki's slightly open mouth, 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 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 her friend's splayed body again
and drove her tongue into her belly button, Nikki
jumped again, for she'd never realized how
sensitive she was there before. But then she'd
never had anyone want to stick their 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 doooooo..?

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
lay 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 was 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.

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...