(M/F, mast, nc)

  	            Part I   The Flight

 Tatania Nichola Primikov stood in the sub-zero weather
 outside the terminal building of Zukov regional airport
 waiting. . . As the young woman stood wrapped in furs,
 stamping her feet in an unconscious effort to keep them
 warm, a silver Lear jet screamed into view high over
 the Keroz forest. She watched it circle the field once,
 then soar in for a smooth landing.

 The young woman looked calm and elegant as she stood
 there. But if one could see below the surface they
 would see a frightened girl, someone who was shivering
 in fear and excitement. As she watched the man disem-
 bark from the plane, the events of the past two weeks
 raced through her mind in a confused jumble.

 Nikki (her family had always called her that) still
 couldn't believe that she was on her way to America,
 who would have ever thought? Certainty not her. It had
 all started when her father had suggested that she
 apply for the job of modeling the new Krackoff Group
 uniform for the company magazine. She had applied - and
 won the job over many other young women. And somehow a
 rich American from a big New York modeling agency had
 seen her pictures in the magazine, and wanted her.

 Things moved so fast after that. Her father had come to
 her and told her that she had been offered a job in
 America, and that she would make a lot of money. The
 family had always been poor, especially now that the
 Krackoff Group was owned by some shady investment com-
 pany based in Moscow, or so her father had said. Her
 family encouraged her to take this wonderful oppor-
 tunity, and Nikki couldn't refuse, could she?

 The man from the Lear jet looked out the open door,
 what he saw was a rustic village in a white landscape,
 and a ramshackle building that must be the airport con-
 trol building. He'd been in flight almost continuously
 for 40 some hours and was tired as hell. When he'd been
 called by the company president to go to Russia and
 pick up this new asset, he hadn't been too happy about
 it. He'd had plans to go away with his latest conquest
 to a nice little hide-away in a small New England ham-
 let, and this trip was a huge inconvenience. He
 couldn't see what all the fuss was about. Pretty girls
 were a dime a dozen in the fashion world, but he hadn't
 had a choice.

 As he stepped out into the biting cold of the Russian
 winter he noticed the woman standing outside the
 building and walked briskly in her direction. As he
 approached all he could see was a big fur coat, and the
 steam from her breath on the frozen air coming from
 under a large furry hat. He looked around and saw no
 one else, so he asked, "Are you Ms. Primikov?"

 Nikki was so nervous that all she could do was nod her
 head in the affirmative. The man looked around the
 field again expecting to see more than just the one
 woman, "Where is everybody, aren't your folks going to
 see you off?"

 Nikki had studied English in school from a very early
 age, hoping to become an interpreter someday, (One of
 the best ways to get to a big city) and understood the
 man, even though he had a funny accent. "It is a work
 day sir, and both my mother and father must work at the
 foundry. They wished to see me off, but the director
 would not give them leave to do so."

 "So your here all on your own?" the man still looked
 like he expected someone else to pop out from behind a
 snow drift.

 "Yes sir." Nikki wasn't sure what to do so just waited
 for the man to tell her.

 "OK, well lets get going then. Where's your luggage?"

 "Here sir." Nikki reached behind her from a rack bolted
 to the rustic building and lifted a duffel bag to her
 shoulder.

 "Let me take that. Com'on lets get going, I'm freezing
 out here." Without another word the man turned and
 started to walk briskly toward the plane. Nikki follow-
 ed, looking around the field as she walked. Kukov was
 the only home she'd ever known. And even though it was
 every young woman's dream to leave for the big city,
 Nikki was unsure. But she followed the man obediently
 to the plane.

 As they climbed the three steps to the doorway, Nikki
 turned around to look one last time. She took a deep
 breath, taking in all the smells of home. Then with a
 sigh she turned and stepped into the shiny airplane.

 The man showed her where to sit and the pilot closed
 the door and went into the small instrument cabin leav-
 ing the two of them alone as the only passengers. It
 wasn't more than a few moments before they were air-
 borne, and Nikki was looking down in wonder at her
 small village, and the big foundry that supplied her
 family and the whole town with a livelihood. She had
 never flown before and it was so exciting.

 "Well sweetheart, you can take all those dead animals
 off now, you won't be needing those any more where
 we're heading. I don't suppose you know how politically
 un-correct warring furs are in this day and age." He
 smirked in a sarcastic voice.

 "Politically? Fur is political in America? In Russia
 the winters are sever, and fur warms the body, and
 makes it so we can live outside. Fur is important for
 survival. I don't understand what you mean sir. . ."

 "Never mind honey, just take it off, and get comfor-
 table, we got a long ride in front of us." The man held
 his hand out ready to take her coat. He watched as the
 young woman unbuttoned the animal bone clips that held
 the coat in place and shrugged the thing off her
 shoulders. He took her coat and hat - and starred. . .
 NOW he could understand what the big deal was. She was
 gorgeous, no not just gorgeous, she was spectacular. He
 hadn't really seen her face under the big fur cap, but
 with all the animal skins off, she stood is grace and
 beauty like he'd never seen before, and he'd seen a
 lot. 

 As the young woman settled into her seat, he kept star-
 ing at her, noticing for the first time that she was as
 tall as him, almost six feet. Sandy blond hair and the
 bluest eyes he'd ever seen. She had a perfect com-
 plexion. He was impressed, and he wanted her. He tried
 to push that thought out of his mind, he was always
 getting in trouble because he let the brain between his
 legs do his thinking for him. He knew that all he had
 to do is screw up one more time and he was out of a
 job. Finally he pulled himself together enough to
 introduce himself. "My name is Mike, and we'll be fly-
 ing partners for the next 40 hours or so. You got any
 questions you want'a ask?"

 "Michael?" That is an angels name is it not?" Nikki
 giggled as she thought about the village priest and his
 Easter sermon about the Arch Angel Michael and how he
 had saved humanity by flying in the face of the devil.
 "Are you an angel?"

 "Far from it baby." Mike sat down next to the beauty
 and patted her knee as he leaned close and said, "Al-
 though I'm sure you could take me to heaven with you if
 you wanted to. . ."

 "Pardon, Michael I do not understand what you said,"
 Nikki said.

 "Yah right, and the next thing you'll tell me is your a
 virgin." He looked at the woman and smiled a suggestive
 smile.

 "Please Michael, what you said is so rude. Do not be
 mean to me please." Nikki was embarrassed by the man's
 reference to sex. That was not done in her village.
 They might do it, but they never talked about it. She
 just didn't understand this strange man.

 "Listen sweetheart, you'll have to get over that pru-
 dish attitude in America, cause it won't wash in the
 fashion industry. You'll be modeling with little or no
 clothes on, and you'll have guys hitting on you all the
 time. You have to make the men happy if you want to get
 ahead in fashion." Mike patted Nikki's knee again as he
 pantomimed a kiss at her.

 Nikki was disturbed by what he had said. She was begin-
 ning to wonder if she had made a mistake. But no matter
 what, she couldn't turn back now. Her family needed the
 money she could earn in America, and she wanted to make
 lots of money too and become rich.

 Mike was beginning to think about the long flight in
 front of them. He was beginning to think about the fact
 that this whole trip had messed up his weekend with
 Sharon - his very sexy girlfriend - and here he was,
 with a knockout babe all alone with no one else to
 bother them. He knew he shouldn't, but the thought of
 having sex with this fabulous Russian babe made him
 say, "Nikki baby, you should start to think about your
 future, and how you're gonna get ahead once you get to
 New York."

 "Yes Michael, I know. I want to make a lot of money,
 and help my family too. Are you important in the
 agency?" Nikki asked, not thinking it a strange ques-
 tion. That was always a question asked in Russia when
 people talked about business. All it meant was how much
 do you know about the business you are in. But Mike
 took it as if she was judging how much he could do for
 her.

 "Yah baby, I'm the guy who can make or break yah in the
 industry," he lied. "You know that if you aren't good
 to me, you'll have trouble, and be sent back to
 Russia." As he said this he leaned close and squeezed
 Nikki's thigh through her dress. "You're expected to do
 things for important men in the agency, all the models
 do."

 Nikki was shocked by his statement, and pulled her leg
 away from his grasp. "I don't understand what you are
 saying Michael. What is it that is expected of me?"

 "Nothing all that big a deal sweetheart, just to be
 nice to your superiors at the agency that's all."
 Mike's mind raced ahead of the conversation. What could
 he get this drop-dead-beautiful-babe to do, he won-
 dered? This was his big chance because once she got to
 New York he'd be out of the picture. "In America the
 woman's job is to satisfy the man's sexual needs when
 asked."

 "Nikki's eyes grew wide, and she spoke with determi-
 nation. "I am not that kind of person, I will not have
 sex with you Michael. I don't believe you, that women
 satisfy men's sexual needs upon request, they would get
 pregnant all the time."

 "No, no baby, I'm not talking about fucking - are you
 kidding?  We don't do that with professional col-
 leagues, I'm talking about touching. You know, mastur-
 bation." Mike was getting a hard-on just thinking about
 this luscious woman sitting beside him. He had to have
 some action or he'd explode. He was beginning to think
 that maybe he could talk her into something, if he
 threatened her enough.

 "Masturbation!" I don't think so, I can't believe that
 you are talking to me this way Michael." Nikki was be-
 ginning to become very uncomfortable sitting next to
 this man. "You don't expect me to masturbate you?"

 "As a matter of fact, now that you mention it, YES I
 DO!" And further-more I expect you to do it now. And if
 you don't I'll drop you off at the next fueling spot
 and you can find your own way home." Mike looked into
 the frightened blue eyes that stared back at him. He
 knew that if she stood up to his bluff at that moment,
 his plan would be in ruins. He just starred back at her
 with a frown firmly planted on his face.

 Nikki looked at Michael and wondered what her new life
 in America was going to be like. She just couldn't let
 this man stand in her way. She HAD to make lots of
 money, and she was determined to do whatever it took.

 Slowly Nikki swung around in her seat reaching over to
 Michael's belt and began to unBuccannonkle his pants.
 She wasn't a virgin, she had had sex with Vladamir
 Koranski less than six months ago. It was only once,
 and he had talked her into it, but she remembered that
 she had enjoyed it after the initial discomfort of his
 invading sexual organ. She knew what a mans penis look-
 ed like fully erect, and was resigned to seeing
 Michael's. If she must manually give him pleasure, then
 she would. After all she was a country peasant and he
 was an important business man, and as he'd said he
 wasn't going to have actual sex with her.

 Nikki pulled Michael's fly open and quickly reached in-
 to his shorts to pull his erect penis out into full
 view. Mike leaned back in his seat and watched Nikki's
 hand close around his cock. He was really enjoying
 this. Just think someday this babe was going to be a
 super model and he'd have the story about her hand job.
 He was very aroused - thoughts of Nikki's perfect body
 raged though his mind as she began to pump his organ
 with her lovely hand. He saw the look of concentration
 on her beautiful face as she manipulated his sex. It
 was just too much for him.

 Nikki jumped as Michael shot a huge string of sperm on-
 to the sleeve of her dress, but she kept pumping him,
 and watched as another gob, then another shot from his
 stiff penis. She kept pumping his erect member as his
 sperm began to lubricate the palm of her hand oozing
 out from between her fingers. She watched as Michael's
 body jerked and spasmed in ecstasy, his moans becoming
 gasps as he tried to catch his breath.

 Finally Nikki stopped her hand action and sat back in
 her seat to stare at Michael's withering erection. She
 was surprised at how much this whole event had aroused
 her. She didn't even like this man, but making him come
 had turned her on incredibly. So much so that she des-
 perately needed her own release. "Michael, I hope you
 enjoyed yourself. Now I must go to the bathroom please.
 You might clean yourself up while I'm away." With that
 Nikki left her seat and walked to the rear of the jet.

 The toilet was a reasonable size. Even though Nikki
 couldn't have known it, the Lear Jet was well ap-
 pointed. Besides the seating area, there was a bedroom
 past the restroom, and even the restroom was twice the
 size of a standard airline commercial jet. Nikki opened
 the restroom door and hurried in. Without hesitation
 she pulled her underwear down and sat against the sink,
 reaching up under her dress. She felt immediately how
 wet she was, and began to massage her own sex. Oh the
 feeling, oh how very very horny masturbating Michael
 had made her.

 Nikki began to rub herself with uninhibited abandon.
 She closed her eyes as she began to feel the delicious
 surges that indicated a wonderful orgasm on the way.
 She rubbed faster and faster, head arched back against
 the wall, intent on reaching a new high. Her hand
 bumped into something and lost it's rhythm, then to her
 shock Michael was standing in front of her, his erect
 penis forcing it's way into her very wet sex. 

 Nikki had been standing with legs spread apart humping
 herself with her hand, when Mike had opened the rest-
 room door. He'd be instantly mesmerized by the sight of
 the beautiful young Russian woman, dress pulled up to
 her waist, panties on the floor, gorgeous legs splayed
 apart. He couldn't help himself, he knew that this was
 over the top, and that he might really get into
 trouble, but he stepped up to the aroused young woman
 and aimed his ridged tool at what was under her flash-
 ing hand.

 Nikki yelled, "NO MICHAEL, NO!!" But she didn't try to
 fight him off as he thrust into her. As he went deeply
 into her pushing her slightly up onto the sink, they
 stood for a moment, him looking over her shoulder at
 his reflection in the mirror, her over his with shock
 and disbelief written on her beautiful face, both feel-
 ing the sensations of sex as he filled her and as he
 was surrounded by her tight sex.

 Without another word Michael began to hump in and out
 of Nikki as if his life depended on it. After a bit,
 Nikki began to match his rhythm with her own. As the
 couple began to reach for their separate but shared
 orgasms, Nikki wrapped her long lovely legs around
 Michael's waist clamping her finely shaped ankles at
 his behind and began to thrust herself against him in
 real earnest. Nikki screamed as she came. She had never
 and an orgasm with a man before, and was overwhelmed.
 As her body convulsed around and against Michael his
 release came also. He drove himself into Nikki as
 deeply as possible and pulsed his seed into her.

 As the couple's breathing returned to something close
 to normal, Nikki pushed Michael away from her and swore
 at him in Russian. "How dare you do that to me! If you
 make me pregnant we both get into trouble." You stupid
 man, you better not tell anyone what happened here. If
 you do I will say you raped me and you will go to
 jail."

 Mike smiled a wicked smile and said, "Baby, rest-
 assured I won't tell a soul I promise."

 Nikki pushed Michael out of the rest room and cleaned
 herself up as well as possible, then went to the other
 side of the aisle and tried to avoid Michael for the
 rest of the flight. They landed in Frankfurt Germany
 to refuel, picked up a couple of agency people at
 Heathrow, and Nikki didn't have to worry about
 Michael's attentions again for the next 18 hours.