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...