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Chapter 1
"Oh won't this be a grand adventure!" Natasha Kowenski laughed and chattered with several of the men and women that waited for the bus.
Several of the others smiled and chatted with the very pretty nineteen year old and she walked around the pavilion, talking with nearly all of them. She did not discriminate; she talked with the youths and with the older people, all hopeful of getting on with the new factory opening in Porasch, Poland.
The coal mine in the town of Trimblin was shutting down and many were finding work very scarce. When Jacobs Industries put the advertisement in the local paper, nearly eighteen thousand people applied for the three hundred positions. Five hundred people had received invitations to come to Porasch, to try out for the jobs. Of those five hundred lucky recipients, one hundred and fifty were standing, waiting at the pavilion in Trimblin.
Jacobs Industries was sending the busses, Jacobs Industries was providing meals, and Jacobs Industries was providing lodging while they applied.
The requirements were ridiculously simple; must be able to read and must be able to pass a doctor's physical.
Magda rolled her eyes as her classmate and neighbor prattled and chattered incessantly. It was just like when they were in school; Natasha was always laughing and smiling and chattering with anyone who cared to listen, and even when no one cared to listen. She sneered at the pretty blonde and put her nose back in her book.
"What you reading?" Natasha interrupted.
"Shut up, it's about this girl that doesn't shut up and finally someone kills her," Magda said.
"Oh, so it's like a mystery?" Natasha asked and looked down the road again to see if she could see the bus.
"No, no mystery to it," Magda said and went back to reading 'Flowers In The Attic' by V.C. Andrews.
"Oh, isn't this exciting?" Natasha giggled happily and jostled Magda by hugging her tightly. "I hope we get hired on! Oh! Maybe we can even be on the same shift together! What you think?"
"I think I'd be on the next train back to Trimblin," Magda sneered.
"Oh, here it comes!" Natasha whooped and picked up her cheap suitcase.
Magda put the book inside of her own suitcase and checked her clothing for any imperfections.
Despite her surly answer to Natasha, Magda was sincerely hoping to get hired on; her widowed mother had four younger siblings to look after and having another mouth to feed had been stretching the Korenski budget beyond the breaking point. She hoped the small tear at the lapel was not noticeable; she did not want any imperfections to hamper this application and interview process.
The large vehicle ground to a halt and a smiling man got off the bus and held up a hand to stop the push of the crowd.
"Good morning," he said pleasantly. "I am Peter Slanisova, employee of Jacobs Industry and I am here to assist you, who also hope to be employees of Jacobs Industries."
Magda groaned inwardly as the man insisted that they get on the bus in alphabetical order. Chances were very good that she would either be seated with Natasha, or right across the aisle from the chatterbox, just like in school. Every class, she was seated directly in front of Natasha and Natasha assumed that she and the pretty brunette were the best of friends, just because they were always paired together.
"I am so sorry," Peter was telling a tearful Sophia Arnak. "There just is not room on the bus for you AND the three children."
"Oh, how sad!" Natasha said and went and hugged the woman and then hugged each of the crying children.
"I will pray for you, that there will be room on the next bus for you," Natasha promised the woman.
"Good luck, dear girl," Sophia said and gripped Natasha's hand tightly.
Finally, Peter called her name and Magda entered the large bus. The interior was plush, almost luxurious and was pleasantly cool. She had not realized how hot she'd been, standing in her Church best in the August heat, until she stepped into the coolness of the interior.
"Here, you sit by the window so you'll have enough light to read your book, Okay?" Natasha cheerfully offered.
"Thank you," Magda said.
"Oh, you're welcome," Natasha said and immediately began a conversation with the person across the aisle from her.
It took nearly an hour, but the bus was finally loaded and the happily chattering people began the seven hour trip to Porasch.
Magda wanted to scream; she was tired, the slow rocking of the bus was lulling her to sleep, but Natasha's mouth never stopped long enough for her to drift off. She wanted to sleep, she wanted to dream.
She'd been dreaming of that actor, the one that had played Lord Byron in that movie. With his broad chest and flat belly. The movie had been an awful one, more about flesh and sexual escapades than actual historical content, but when Lord Byron had eased his breeches down and displayed his taut buttocks, Magda had actually squealed. So had nearly all of the girls in the darkened theater.
She'd been dreaming of him forcing her to the ground, forcing her to pleasure his manhood with her mouth and her hands, then laughing cruelly as he forced her legs apart. Savagely taking her virginity, just as he had done in the movie to that girl.
"I will write beautiful poems of you," he whispered in the gasping girl's ear.
"Oh, yes!" Magda thought.
"Oh, look, there is even the cookie," Natasha showed Magda as she opened the Styrofoam container that held their dinners.
"I can see that; I've got the same thing," Magda said coldly.
"Wasn't that nice of them? I love cookies. We don't get them often; Momma's doing everything she can, but you know with Poppa being sick..." Natasha prattled as she began eating.
"Natasha, please, be still," Magda finally snapped and Natasha looked at her for a long moment, and then shrugged her shoulders.
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"Tonight, you will be paired, two to a room, men with men, women with women, unless, of course, you are married, then you will be paired with your spouse," Peter told them as they pulled up to the large hotel.
Right across the street from the hotel was the large building of Jacobs Industries. Even the haughty Magda was impressed by the gleaming structure, painted in the colors of Jacobs Industries, bright white and chocolate brown. The building was immense and Magda wondered what was behind the large brown doors. Surely a building of this magnitude could hire more than just three hundred of them?
"We're going to room together," Natasha giggled and grabbed Magda's hand, just like they'd had to do in school.
Magda was still looking over her shoulder at the large structure as Natasha dragged her to the glass doors of the hotel.
"Breakfast will be served at seven tomorrow morning," Peter was smiling and telling them as they received the keys to their rooms. "Here on the ground floor, breakfast at seven. If you get here at five minutes past, I can promise you, I will have eaten your breakfast.
They laughed as the portly man rubbed his large belly to emphasize his point.
"Seriously, my good friends, and I do hope that we will be friends," Peter said. "It is important that we get started on time tomorrow. There were four more busses coming in and just five minutes can slow us down for hours. Good night; I know it has been a long journey for you so I bid you all a good night's rest and I will see you all here tomorrow morning at what time?"
Magda sneered as Natasha and several others answered him with a loud "Seven o'clock!"
"Right!" he laughed and they cleared the lobby.
"We're on the third floor," Natasha cheerfully told Magda. "We don't really need to take the elevator, do we? We're young, let's just take the stairs and leave the elevator to those that need it."
"Fine, fine," Magda grumbled as they ascended the stairs.
The two nineteen year old girls found their room and Natasha wished the others in the hallway a good night's rest.
"I cannot wait to take a shower," she bubbled and began to strip out of her clothing.
Magda looked at the furnishings; two single beds and was grateful. The last time she'd been in a hotel had been on a family vacation and the hotel that her overly thrifty mother had secured had only a double bed. Magda had finally grabbed one of the pillows and slept on the floor, rather than try to cram herself into the small bed with her siblings.
"Oh, Magda, look at this!" Natasha said and entered the bedroom, holding out a tiny bottle.
Magda had to admit; even if Natasha was a dullard that had gotten through their primary and finishing school on her looks alone, the girl was an incredible beauty. Her blonde hair was thick and long, as long as her own dark hair, reaching the small of her back. Natasha's skin was very pale and her large round eyes were light blue. Her nose was her only flaw; it was a little large, but was hardly noticeable because of Natasha's ever present white toothed smile. Her face was oblong, with high cheekbones.
Her body, Magda reflected, was almost identical to her own. Both were of average height; she remembered as they were measuring one another in Science class, converting from centimeters to American standard, both she and Natasha had measured five feet four inches. Tall. She'd lied and told the instructor that Natasha was five feet and three inches, giving her a one inch advantage over the blonde. Their chests were both thirty five inches around, their waists were twenty nine inches (She suspected the girl was sucking in her slightly rounded belly) and their hips were thirty two inches.
"With this information," the instructor had said while the giggling girls were measuring the inside of each other's legs. "You would be able to order the right size of American clothing and have it fit appropriately, isn't that fun?"
As if any of them could ever afford the glamorous clothing in the American fashion magazines.
Large, pale pink nipples capped Natasha's full breasts; her belly button was little more than a dimple in her slightly rounded belly, and her vulva was covered by a light blonde mat. Her thighs were slightly pudgy and Magda wrinkled her nose in confusion.
"Natasha, you shave your legs?" she queried.
Yes," Natasha giggled like a naughty schoolgirl. "Actually, I use what the fashion models use; it's a hair remover, it comes in a bottle, it smells terrible, but look at how good it does!"
She grabbed one of Magda's hands and rubbed the palm against her smooth thigh. Magda jerked her hand away from the other girl's leg, extremely uncomfortable with such an intimate touch. She did have to agree; Natasha's leg was indeed very smooth.
"But look, look, there's fine shampoo for our hair! There are two of them in there!" Natasha went on and showed Magda the bottle of the shampoo she'd carried out of the bathroom.
Magda had to agree with Natasha, that was indeed something to be excited about. She normally used the harsh soap for her body and her hair; this would be a real treat.
"I will try to be as quick as possible; I am sure you'd like to shower too," Natasha turned and returned to the small bathroom.
Magda covertly admired the other girls rounded backside; Natasha was truly a beautiful girl.
Natasha did shower quickly and was prattling on about the shampoo when she exited the bathroom. She looked at Magda's hairy legs and grabbed the bottle of depilatory cream from her suitcase.
"Id you would like, I can show you how to use this," Natasha offered.
"I think I will leave my legs and my underarms as they are, thank you," Magda snapped.
"Just offering," Natasha said and toweled her damp hair.
Magda looked at her own body in the mirror of the bathroom. Her breasts were the same size as Natasha's; her nipples were larger and darker than the other girl's. The nipples themselves were almost as large as her areoles and as fat as a thumb when erect. Her own belly button was a little larger in her own rounded belly, and her profusion of dark curls spread out and upward, reaching almost to her navel.
Her face was square, her skin was clear, with a light dusting of freckles across her small nose. Her lips were full, naturally dark, her eyes were chocolate brown. While she was not the incredible beauty that Natasha was, she was still quite beautiful in her own right.
The shower was quite relaxing and she did luxuriate in the rich shampoo and fragrant soap the hotel so thoughtfully provided.
"Wasn't that wonderful?" Natasha praised when Magda stepped out of the bathroom.
For once, Natasha's effervescent nature was contagious and Magda agreed with the dolt; the shower was wonderful and the soap and shampoo were fantastic.
Chapter 2
Magda prepared for her lover's cock to batter through her hymen. His brooding good looks and broad shoulders mesmerized her as he poised himself above her.
"Yes, my love, my beautiful pet," he murmured to her. "I will write of your beauty and for ages to come lovers will compare themselves to us, to the love we share."
His large hands gripped her breasts, almost painfully and his cock pressed against the heavy lips of her pussy.
"Magda, wake up," Natasha's cheerful voice burst into her consciousness and Magda groaned.
"What, damn you, you idiot, what is it?" Magda grumbled.
"It is six thirty," Natasha finally said, the hurt quite evident on her face. "I did not want you to miss our breakfast."
"Oh!" Magda said and sat up. "Thank you, I did not remember to set my alarm clock!"
"You're welcome," Natasha mumbled, still quite hurt by Magda's angry utterance.
Magda dressed quickly, brushed her teeth, then the two girls left the room.
The large dining room was already abuzz with other applicants and employees of the hotel and of Jacobs Industries. Magda and Natasha joined the others in line for the food.
Magda looked around as she and Natasha sat at a large table with six other hopefuls. The employees of Jacobs Industries walked around the large room, observing the applicants.
Magda realized that this breakfast was part of the application process and wondered what they were looking for. She made sure to eat carefully, properly, like her mother was always telling her to do.
A few people scurried in after seven o'clock, making excuses about why they had not woken up in time. Magda observed a woman in Jacobs Industries colors marking something on a clipboard.
A dozen of the applicants, some from their own group, approached the servers for more food and Magda saw Peter writing something on his own clipboard.
"Their names," she thought. "If Natasha had not woken me up in time, my name would be on one of those boards."
"I think I will get some more of the bananas; I just love the bananas, you want one?" Natasha said and Magda grabbed the girl's hand and pulled her back down.
"They are watching those of us that go back for more food," she hissed to the girl.
Natasha looked around and realized that Magda was right.
"Oh thank you!" she gasped to the other girl. "I would have hated to lose this employment for a few bananas."
"And I thank you for waking me up in time," Magda admitted.
"Oh, that's all right," Natasha, said happily. "We're friends; friends take care of each other."
Magda fought the urge to sneer; she and this empty-headed beauty were not friends. The similarities in their surnames had thrown them together for the years of schooling, but they were not friends in her opinion.
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They sat in rows at tables and scribbled down the answers to the questions. They'd been hunched over for nearly two hours now, first to fill out the applications, then to answer some basic knowledge tests.
Magda noticed that the employees watched them very carefully, just as the instructors had in school, making sure that the students did not peer over at their neighbor's paper.
Natasha finished her papers and put her pencil down and put her hands on the top of the table, just as they'd been taught to do in School. Several minutes later, Magda finished her papers and did the same. Unlike Natasha, Magda read each question carefully, considering her answers.
Seconds later, Peter called out "Time to stop; please put your pencils down and put the papers on the edge of the table away from you."
Peter smiled as he collected the papers. Then he and the other employees huddled together. Magda watched as they shuffled through the papers and pulled a few from the stack.
"Lunch will be ready in about thirty minutes," he announced. "Everybody remember where the breakfast was served?"
He then called out a few names and asked them to stay behind but asked the others to go freshen up for lunch.
"They're being pulled because of cheating," Magda guessed.
"What did you think of that test?" Natasha asked her as they stood in line to use the ladies water closet.
"Just like school," Magda shrugged.
"I hope I did all right," Natasha whined and stamped her foot.
"Just like school," Magda thought. "You'll get by on your beauty and your body; if it were up to your brain, you'd be in real trouble."
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The doctor was a heavy-set female. At first Magda had been grateful that the doctor was female; they were asked to disrobe completely for this phase of the interview process. But as she was prodded and poked, she began to suspect that the doctor was taking more than just a medical interest in her examination.
Blood was drawn and finally the doctor bade her to dress again.
"That was a little much," Natasha murmured as they met in the large room for their supper.
"Agreed," Magda grumbled. "I don't think Herman grabbed my breasts that much when we went to the movies!"
Natasha giggled and after a moment, Magda burst into giggles as well.
They sat at the same table and noticed that they were missing two people.
"Wilhelm was copying his answers from someone else's test papers," a harsh looking woman said. "His wife said she would go back to Trimblin with him. "Believe me, though, she was none too happy with him."
Magda looked around the room. The crowd had thinned noticeably.
"My friends," Peter announced as they were finishing their meals. "You have, no doubt noticed that some that were here for breakfast are no longer here."
"Including those that went and asked for another serving at breakfast," Natasha whispered and clutched Magda's hand. "Thank you, thank you."
"But you are still here; that means that you have performed well so far," he smiled. "Friends, I encourage you to continue to do your best. Jacobs Industries wants nothing but the best."
They were told they could avail themselves of the other facilities that the hotel offered, including the tavern, but Jacobs Industries would not pick up the tab for any alcoholic beverages.
"Don't, its another test," Natasha needlessly whispered to Magda.
"Do you think so?" Magda asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I am almost positive," Natasha nodded. "Look around; those that do go to the tavern will not be here tomorrow morning."
They took the elevator this time; there were fewer people waiting to use them. Natasha looked at the panel and turned around and said to Magda, "There are twenty two floors to this building! It even has an observation deck; let's go to that!"
Magda shrugged her shoulders and Natasha excitedly hit the button for the Observation level.
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The sun was just setting and Magda looked over the cityscape of the Polish city of Porasch. It was a much larger city than their small town of Trimblin and as tall as the building they were on, it was not the tallest building.
"And there's the Jacobs building; Peter said we're going to be touring it tomorrow," Natasha prattled as she ran to the edge of the building and looked around.
A few of the young men that had come up here posed and flexed and preened, vying for either of the girl's attention. Natasha immediately struck up a conversation with them; they were both employees of Jacobs Industries and she chatted and laughed and flirted shamelessly with them.
"I am going back to the room," Magda finally interrupted Joseph's clumsy attempts of including her in on their conversation.
"I'll come with you; I don't trust these men on my own," Natasha laughed and laughed all the harder at their groans and protestations.
"No, no, we're good boys," Joseph insisted.
"Yes, yes you can trust us," his friend interjected. "We were both altar boys in our youth."
"That was your youth, not now," Natasha laughed and waved good bye as she and Magda stepped onto the elevator.
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Natasha whooped when she found two more bottles of the shampoo and fresh towels in the bathroom. Her shower was a little longer than last night's and Magda snickered as she heard the tell tale sounds of the girl moaning as she took the shower.
"She is pleasuring herself," Magda snickered.
Natasha finally stepped out of the shower and blushed hotly when Magda looked knowingly at her.
"How was the shower?" Magda asked pointedly.
"Fine, fine, thank you," Natasha mumbled.
Even though she had mocked Natasha, Magda could not help but play the showers spray over her sensitive nipples, could not help but bring her fingers down to tug at her pussy lips. She let the water cascade down her belly then bit down on the yelp as she found her clitoris with her thumb and forefinger.
"Oh," she hissed as her orgasm racked her body.
"I'm not the only one that takes a little long in the showers," Natasha accused when Magda finally exited the bathroom.
"I uh, well uh," Magda stammered.
"Oh come now!" Natasha finally laughed. "We're adults. From time to time, adults do indulge in such things; let's just leave it at that."
"Agreed," Magda finally agreed.
Chapter 3
Just as Natasha had said, there were fewer people at the breakfast tables the next morning. Their own table was empty, which was fine with Magda, but Natasha insisted on dragging her over to another table and asking the occupants if they could join them.
Peter smiled encouragingly at the girls as he strolled around and Magda realized that Natasha's little socialization maneuver had been a good thing.
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The factory was awe-inspiring, with the newest electronics and computers assisting the process along.
"Those of you that scored well on your tests yesterday will be tested to see how well you will do with the computers," Peter said loudly, to be heard over the hum of the heavy machinery. "The majority of you will be down here, on the first tier, doing assembly."
He continued to show them the plant, its different tiers, and the break rooms and exercise rooms.
"As you can see," he smiled, thrusting his belly out. "This is my favorite room."
"All right," he said as he concluded the tour. "Anna is going to call out a few names; she is the manager of the computer division of Jacobs Industries Poland."
Magda was surprised when Natasha's name was called first. She watched as Natasha whispered in earnest with Anna who looked over the clipboard, then shrugged her shoulders and wrote something down. There were four other names called out, and then Magda's was the last name called out.
"Ah, must have gone in reverse order," she told herself.
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"You did very well on the test," Peter concurred as they ate their dinner. "And Anna said that you have very good potential for her computer division."
"Oh isn't that wonderful?" Natasha happily bubbled.
"Yes, yes it is," he agreed, laughing also. "The computer division pays fifteen percent more than the assembly line does."
"So we are hired then?" Magda asked.
"Magda, if the doctor gives you the clean bill of health, you are employees of Jacobs Industries," Peter assured her.
"Oh that is so wonderful!" Natasha gushed and hugged Magda tightly.
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Again, Joseph and his friend were waiting on the deck and Natasha happily told them what Peter had said.
"Well, you look to be in good health to me," Joseph said. "But I would still want to do a little more examination just to be sure."
"Oh no," Natasha laughed. "We're not playing 'Doctor' with you two."
"I wonder what part of computer division you will be working?" the other male wondered out loud. "Will you be in say payroll?"
"Payroll is handled by Jacobs Industries in the United States of America," Magda sneered at him. "You should know that already."
"Yes, but the hours are logged here in Poland and then sent to the Payroll division in America," the man said, face darkening slightly at Magda's sneer.
"What are you suggesting?" Magda asked. "That we add some hours to your total?"
"Oh no, I would NEVER suggest that," the young man protested. "We're good boys, remember? But if you were to 'accidentally' do such a thing for such good friends as us, we would not complain, would we?"
"Right," Magda shook her head, letting the young man know such a thing would not happen.
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At breakfast the next morning, Natasha whispered to Peter, who scowled darkly and finally nodded his head and patted Natasha on her arm.
"What was that all about?" Magda asked her.
"Oh, I told him you wanted more bananas and were trying to trick me into getting them for you," Natasha said easily.
"What?" Magda cried out.
"Actually, I told him what Joseph and his friend were trying to suggest to us," Natasha whispered.
"Are you...I thought you liked them," Magda said, stunned.
"Me? NO, they're both so transparent," Natasha shook her head. "They're just like Herman; trying to get a girl into their beds, then they'll brag to their friends and forget all about the girl."
Natasha smiled and blushed.
"No, no, I did nod not find them appealing. You know whom I do find appealing? Oh that actor, I don't know his name, but he played..." Natasha whispered.
"Lord Byron?" Magda guessed and squealed.
"What? No, he played Lord Byron's father, not that arrogant, pretentious Lord Byron," Natasha laughed. "I mean, yes, Lord Byron was cute enough, oh, that scene when he pulled down his breeches, oh! I did squeal, I must admit I did want him to turn around, but no, no, the sexy one was the father. With his power and was so confident, oh what an aphrodisiac power can be. Oh my goodness, when he took that quill and was writing on that woman's breast and it pierced her skin and her breast started bleeding? Oh!"
Magda stared at a blushing Natasha. The girl was clearly addled if she thought the older Lord to be sexier than Lord Byron himself.
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Anna beamed as she read off the three names that she'd selected to train on the computers and Natasha squealed and hugged Magda when they were both selected. The lone male also squealed when his name was read and Magda rolled her eyes; they would not have to worry about Peter Günter making inappropriate comments or innuendos toward them.
"Congratulations," Anna, Peter, and several other Jacobs Industries employees said to the two hundred and ninety four people that had been whittled down from the nearly five hundred original applicants.
They were handed a list of apartments that were available in town, apartments that would rent to them with no money down. Their owners had an agreement with Jacobs Industries that new JI employees were to be leased an apartment and the owners would be compensated by JI.
"We will simply garnish your first month's wages for the rent due," Peter smiled. "On the back of the apartments sheet is a list of furnishings dealers that have a similar agreement with us; you can purchase what is needed with JI credit."
"Oh, this is too good to be true!" Natasha gasped.
Magda rolled her eyes; surely the girl couldn't be that gullible? Both the apartments and the furnishings would come at exorbitant interest rates.
"You will all be reporting to work first thing Monday morning, eight o'clock," Peter smiled and the meeting was over.
"Do you want to go in together on an apartment?" Natasha asked.
Magda looked at her for a long moment. She wanted to get away from the empty headed girl, her constant companion for the past twelve and a half years. The idea of finally being on her own, being able to read in peace and quiet, being able to perhaps purchase a stereo and listen to her own music, not the music her mother wanted to listen to, or her little brother or sisters wanted to listen to appealed to her. Perhaps she could even purchase a television set and a dvd player; they would after all be making fifteen percent more a month, and she could buy that movie and watch it when ever she wanted.
But practicality won out; her mother needed money. If she rented a flat with Natasha, she could save money, could send more money home to help her mother.
"One room or two?" she finally asked.
"Oh I had not even thought of that, I just assumed we'd get the one room," Natasha admitted as she pored over the list of available apartments. "See, I grew up with four sisters and we all just slept in one room and..."
"So we'd only need the one bureau, and perhaps the one vanity," Magda mused aloud as she opened the map of Porasch to plot what apartment buildings they would try first.
"Smart, smart, that's using the old noggin,' Natasha praised and tapped her blonde head with her finger.
"And two beds," Magda went on.
"Two, why?" Natasha asked. "If we get a double, it should be large enough, right?"
"I want my own bed," Magda said resolutely.
"Fine, fine," the other girl said and gave Magda the address of the first apartment building on the list.
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The apartment had four rooms; a large one that doubled as a sitting room and a dining room. A small kitchen and a bathroom and a small bedroom.
"Oh this is perfect!" Natasha praised.
"It'll do for now," Magda said.
As soon as she could, as soon as she could afford it, she would be getting her own place.
They carefully measured out the rooms and determined what furniture would be needed and who would bear what expenses for what pieces.
The clerk was rather blatant in his appraisal of Natasha, and Magda let her roommate giggle and squeal and flirt her way through the purchases. The salesman tried to flirt with Magda but a cold look from Magda let him know she was not interested.
"And we have this television set; it has a built in dvd player," the man said and piqued Magda's attention.
"How much?" Magda asked.
"Oh, now I have your attention, eh?" the man laughed.
"I asked, how much," Magda snapped.
He named a paltry sum and Magda agreed to it.
"And we'll deliver on Thursday, agreed?" the man asked as he tallied up each girl's purchases.
"That will be fine," Natasha said.
When they were safely back at their hotel room, Magda asked, "When do we have to be out of the hotel?"
"Monday," Natasha laughed. "That man thought we would plead for him to arrange delivery earlier and he would then tack on additional charges or even try to bed one of us in exchange; men are so transparent aren't they?"
Chapter 4
Magda smiled as Anna again shushed Natasha. The data entry work was hard enough without the scatter-brained girl's constant interruptions.
The buzzer sounded for their lunch and Magda had to agree that it was a good thing that she and Natasha were flat mates; Natasha fixed their lunches every morning. JI did provide a lunch for their employees, but JI did charge for that lunch.
"It is less expensive if we provide our own lunch," Natasha said. "Money does not just grow on trees, you know?"
Magda smiled; she had sent a good portion of her first pay envelope home to her mother and her mother called her.
"It is so much money!" her mother said. "Magdalene Korenski, are you doing something illegal?"
"No, Mother," Magda laughed.
"I mean, Anna Steenburg was sending her parents a lot of money, and they found out she was a prostitute; she died of the AIDS, remember? You're not doing that, are you?" her mother demanded.
"No, Mother!" Magda gasped, shocked that her mother would even think such a thing.
"Be a good girl," her mother had cautioned her.
Just as she did at her work station, Natasha chattered and chattered and laughed and chattered with anyone that cared to listen. Many of the other JI employees laughed and chattered with her.
"Oh, I have 'Nine And A Half Weeks,' it is subtitled," Natasha was telling one woman.
Magda rolled her eyes. Natasha's taste in movies was deplorable and often quite depressing. Her movies were rife with sadomasochistic messages.
"Oh, it is the love story?" the woman asked and Magda tuned them out as they discussed the plot of the dismal movie.
Again, the loudspeaker crackled and reminded all JI employees that George Jacobs would be visiting his facility the next day.
"Oh, isn't that exciting?" Natasha gasped. "They asked if any of us speak English and I..."
"I was there, Natasha," Magda sneered. "Sitting right next to you, I was there."
Ivan came over and leered at Magda; Natasha had gone with him to a movie and had not had a second outing with the handsome young man.
"She talks too much," Ivan had laughed.
Magda agreed with him; Natasha did indeed talk too much.
Ivan's eyes did not travel above Magda's chest; Magda knew the handsome young man was very interested in her breasts. On their third outing, he'd managed to talk her out of her blouse and bra and had lavished much attention to the heavy orbs and her nipples actually hurt from his pinching and tweaking and biting.
The buzzer sounded and Magda promised Ivan a dinner one night, perhaps this Sunday.
"I don't know what you see in him," Natasha foolishly said as they scurried back to their work station.
Magda did not bother pointing out the obvious; the young man was handsome.
----
George Jacobs was a handsome man in his mid to late thirties, from what Magda could surmise. There were two very beautiful women with him; one was of Asian heritage and the other was of African heritage. Both women had very long dark hair and both women smiled a great deal.
George Jacobs also smiled a great deal and was very attentive to everything that Peter said as the rotund man showed the owner around, introducing him to his employees. He was very handsome, with blonde hair cut short, and deep brown eyes. His face was bronzed from the sun and was quite strong, masculine looking. His hands were large, but the man himself was large, easily several centimeters taller than Magda.
His clothing was in the chocolate brown and crisp white colors of JI but Magda could tell that the suit was tailored for him. The women's dresses were also couture, in the colors of JI. Even their shoes announced that they were well-monies.
"Ah, and here are the brightest of the brightest," Peter smiled as they entered the computer room.
Magda smiled and curtsied as she was introduced. Natasha tried, falteringly, to speak English, showing her ignorance to the handsome owner, who was very gracious and smiled and laughed and patted the girl on her shoulder before being introduced to the others in the chilly room.
"Oh I am in love," Natasha giggled after the quartet left the room.
"He is quite handsome," Peter agreed and earned himself a slap from Magda as he obscenely licked his lips.
----
Magda wondered what Natasha had done, what faux pas the oblivious girl had committed in front of the owner as she and Natasha were paged to Peter's office.
"I ah, I am struggling to find the appropriate words," Peter stammered, his face a bright red as he blushed in embarrassment.
Magda set he jaw firmly; she was not going to be penalized for anything the insensible Natasha had said or done.
"I supposed I will just be as direct and as blunt as Mister Jacobs was," he finally said but did not meet her eyes. "Mister Jacobs was quite impressed, quite impressed with the two of you and wanted me to ask if either of you, or if both of you would be interested in ah, in uh, in being his companions?"
It took a moment for the man's words to sink in.
"His...companions?" Magda asked. "Like the two women that were with him?"
"Ah, um, uh, yes, like the two women that were with him," Peter agreed, but still did not meet her eyes. "And like the two women that were with him, he is interested in your, ah, your companionship in the ah, how can I put this?"
"In the bedroom," Magda flatly said and Peter finally met her eyes.
"Precisely," he said. "He assures me you will be well compensated."
Peter then named a sum for one year's travel with the billionaire and Magda was sure she'd misheard him.
"Could you repeat that, please?" she asked.
Peter did so and hastened to assure her that all other expenses would be paid by the man; food, clothing, lodgings.
"Right now, he is visiting his concerns in Europe, then will be returning to his home in the United States of America," Peter said.
"Where do I sign?" Magda smiled.
"You know, when you smile, you're actually a very pretty young lady," Peter said and gave Magda a list of things she would need to obtain a passport. "You should smile more often."
"Quit saddling me with imbeciles and I'll have more reason to smile," Magda thought to herself.
The idea of sharing the handsome and powerful man's bed did appeal to her; she was not saving her virginity for marriage. She had not met anyone she deemed worthy of giving her virginity to. George Jacobs would do quite nicely.
Natasha tried to read her flat mate's face as she sat, waiting. Magda gave nothing and Natasha worriedly entered Peter's office.
----
Peter asked me who I thought would be a good replacement for me at the computers; I told him Sophia Arnak," Natasha prattled as they stood in line at the consulate's office to apply for their passports. "She is still looking for work, but Momma tells me there's no work to be had in Trimblin."
"How nice," Magda said and stepped up to the counter.
----
Ivan tried valiantly to get Magda into his bed before she left Porasch and she finally had to threaten to call the authorities on him if he did not stop.
"It is bad enough your friend is such a flirt," he spat contemptuously. "You act like you might, then decide you won't; you are nothing but a cheap tease."
"I have never acted as if I might; you are just a presumptive bore," Magda spat back.
"Have fun being nothing but a whore for George Jacobs," Ivan said as he screeched to a halt in front of Magda's building.
"Oh believe me, I shall," Magda laughed bitterly at him. "I shall indeed. It will be nice to be with a real man, instead of a pouting, whining little boy."
"Cunt," Ivan hissed and even the aloof Magda was stung by such a vulgar word.
"I am so surprised that a child like you would have learned such a word," Magda finally said and slammed the door of Ivan's automobile shut.
----
"I am Monique," the dark skinned companion said, smiling widely as she ushered the two nineteen year old girls to the waiting car.
"I am Natasha, this is Magda," Natasha answered in her halting English.
"And I am Suki," the Asian woman smiled from behind the wheel of the large automobile.
I am Natasha, this is Magda," Natasha smiled as Suki started the engine.
"Mister Jacobs is in Hungary, Budapest; he will be joining us in seven days hence," Monique continued as she got into the front seat of the car.
Magda and Natasha looked at each other and shrugged; both Monique and Suki were speaking in English and both girls had only a limited knowledge of the language. What they did know had been picked up from watching American movies and flipping through American magazines.
"You will learn, you will learn," Monique laughed.
Suki pushed the powerful automobile hard and finally pulled up to the airport. Both girls pulled their passports out of their handbags. Suki smiled.
"We will not need those just yet; we will need them when we land in Hungary. The boat is moored there," she said and ushered them toward a twin engine plane.
Natasha clutched onto Magda very tightly as Suki started the airplane's engines, spoke rapidly into her headset's mouthpiece, then sent the airplane hurtling down the runway.
"Aiee!" Natasha screamed as the airplane lifted off of the ground.
"Don't worry," Monique laughed at the fearful girl. "Suki is a skilled pilot, as am I."
Magda did not show it, but she was grateful to be holding onto Natasha; she was terrified, never having flown before.
Suki smiled and whispered to Monique, "I believe I will dispense of doing any barrel rolls with those two."
"Please do," Monique laughed. "George would be furious if the pair quit just because you are a show-boat."
----
Magda wanted to kiss the ground when Suki finally brought the airplane to a halt. A Customs inspector approached the airplane and gave its contents a precursory glance. He then checked the passports of the four women, and then wished them well.
"Come, come, " Suki urged them and both girls nearly fainted as she opened the door of a helicopter.
Monique showed them the air-sickness bags and it was a good thing she had; both girls availed themselves of it. The wind was quite strong and buffeted the helicopter about quite a bit. Even Monique looked sick as they flew through the thunderstorm toward the boat.
Natasha screamed in terror as they hovered above the luxury ship and finally settled onto the landing pad. Magda would have screamed, but she had fainted.
----
"Here is your cabin, rest tonight," Monique said and showed Magda her room. "If you need anything, just press this button."
Across the hallway, Suki was showing Natasha her own quarters.
The cabin was small, barely enough to hold a bunk and a small table. Both were bolted to the flooring. There was a small closet; Monique put Magda's suitcase into the closet, then slid open another door.
"Here is your bathroom; I do not know how often you are used to showering but Mr. Jacobs is quite fastidious and insists that we shower each day."
She smiled and slid open the hatch to Magda's cabin.
"Sleep well; Suki will come get you in the morning," Monique said.
As she had said all of this in English, Magda understood but little of it.
She did use the small commode and actually laughed when she figured out how to flush it. Then she stripped out of her clothing and pulled on her sleep shirt and lay down on the bunk.
The thunderstorm they'd flown in through struck at one thirty in the morning, rocking and buffeting the large ship.
Magda staggered to the door when she heard frantic hammering on it.
"Magda, I am so afraid!" Natasha sobbed and clung to her schoolmate.
Magda and Natasha staggered back to the small bunk and clung to each other as the ship rocked and lurched.
Finally, the storm subsided and the exhausted girls slept soundly.
----
Rise and shine," Suki smiled down at the pair.
Natasha giggled as she looked at the attractive woman; she was dressed in a half shirt that ended just below her nipples and a skirt that barely skimmed the bottom of her crotch. In fact; from her vantage point in the bed, Natasha could very clearly see Suki's hairless vulva, as well as her small breasts.
Small dark nipples capped her breasts. Her abdomen was tight, washboard, and her hips flared out only slightly. Her dark pink pussy lips dangled down slightly. Her thighs were slender as well.
: You'll get used to the uniform in time," Suki laughed. "In fact, other than shoes, you too will rarely wear anything else; except for when we are ashore."
Magda frowned at the sight of the woman, but sat up.
"Come, come, out of those sleep shirts; here are your uniforms, your shoes," Suki said and handed each girl a box. "Put these on and we will go to the galley for our breakfast."
Again, all of this was said in English; Natasha translated as best she could.
"She wants us to dress like THAT?" Magda asked.
"I think that's what she said," Natasha agreed.
"Come, come," Suki said again, a little impatience creeping into her voice.
"Well, we did volunteer for this," Magda said to Nadia and shrugged out of the sleep shirt.
"Oh my goodness, you are practically a bear!" Suki wrinkled her nose in disgust. "No matter; we will have Monique wax you after breakfast.
Natasha smiled happily at the sight of the shoes and put them on. She then hesitated for a moment, and then pulled the sleep shirt off. She pulled the half shirt on and blushed hotly as she had to manually tuck her large breasts up so that her nipples were covered. The skirt left the bottom of her buttocks very visible, and a few wisps of her blonde pubic hair were easily visible as she struggled to pull the skirt down.
"Ah, now that is a beautiful sight indeed," Suki, praised the blonde's body. "But we'll have Monique take care of that pussy of yours."
Giggling, Natasha followed the woman down the hallway. Magda followed behind the two, but did not giggle as she tried to pull both shirt and skirt down.
"Ah good morning, ladies," Monique smiled as she spooned out four bowls of oatmeal.
There were also four mugs of steaming coffee, richly sweetened with evaporated milk, and four glasses of orange juice.
Both Magda and Natasha stared at the dark beauty. Her breasts were quite large and capped with very large dark purple areole, which her half shirt did not cover sufficiently. Her nipples stuck out at least five centimeters. Her abdomen was much like Suki's, a tight washboard. Her hips flared out very nicely, and her pubic mound was also devoid of any hair. What was visible of her inner labia as she bent over to put the ladle back into the large pot was a purplish pink in color.
"Ah, the seat is cold against my buttocks!" Natasha shrieked and laughed.
Monique and Suki found her laughter infectious and laughed with her. Magda rolled her eyes and ate her breakfast.
"Ah, bananas, I love bananas," Natasha, whooped as Monique brought out the fruit.
"She is happy with nearly everything, eh?" Suki asked Monique.
"And this one is sour with nearly everything," Monique concurred.
"I wonder why; she is such a beautiful girl," Suki said.
----
Magda clenched her jaw tightly as Monique applied the sticky substance to her underarms and her vulva and her legs. She was confused, even though Monique explained the entire procedure to her. But she insisted on speaking English. She watched as Monique applied gauzy strips to the sticky tar. She would not admit it, but the dark skinned girl's touch was actually quite arousing.
Her eyes bulged out and she screamed as Monique quickly jerked the cloth away from her underarms.
"I did that first because it is by far the most sensitive, the most vulnerable, Monique explained, then repeated the process on Magda's vulva.
"No more, no more," Magda pleaded and tried to scurry away before Monique could do her legs.
"Oh, come on, you big baby," Monique laughed and made quick work of the legs.
"Magda would not give her the satisfaction of responding as Monique rubbed the soothing lotion into her raw skin.
"Ah you might not say so, but your pussy says you like this," Monique laughed, then playfully swatted Magda on her backside.
Natasha looked at Magda when Magda slid open the hatch and made Magda blush when she let out a wolf whistle.
"Shut up," Magda groused.
"Very nice," Natasha said. "You were far too hairy."
"That is your opinion," Magda said.
----
"Come, come help me sail," Suki said to Natasha and pulled her toward the open hatchway that led onto the deck.
Natasha pulled back but Suki laughed and continued to pull her toward the opening.
"We are miles off-shore, no one can see us," she said.
Natasha huddled closely to the woman as they made their way to the bridge, both hands tugging at skirt and shirt.
"This vessel is equipped with a state of the art navigational system and can sail itself," Suki told the girl as they entered the bridge. "But I still prefer to do things the old-fashioned way. A computer may be able to guide this ship, but a computer cannot love the sea."
As she was speaking in English, Natasha understood very little of what she was saying. But the woman was smiling as she gestured about so Natasha smiled as well.
"First, she said, taking Natasha's hand in her own. "Let's start up the engines.
Natasha pushed the button and laughed as she could hear the powerful diesel engines rumble into life.
"I can feel it through the floor," she told Suki.
"And when they have fully warmed up; the green light will come on," Suki explained, pointing to the amber light on the console. "We will raise the anchors. That was quite the storm last night, eh?"
Come on, princess," Monique scolded Magda. "Surely someone taught you how to swab the decks?"
Magda sullenly pushed the mop around. Monique shook her head; if this girl thought she was going to just skate by on the barest minimum possible, she was in for a real shock when George came aboard.
"No, no, put some muscle into it," she finally snapped.
When Magda finally understood that Monique wasn't going to relent, she did put some muscle into it and could not help but smile back as Monique smiled at her.
"That's it, now you're beginning to understand," Monique praised.
They stripped off all the bunks, and then swabbed the four cabins. Magda did point out that Natasha's cabin had not been used, but Monique shrugged her shoulders and forced the girl to clean up anyway.
Natasha laughed for joy as Suki stood behind her, hands over hers, the two steering the ship.
Yes, it did feel funny, having the woman's nearly nude body pressed that closely to her own nearly nude body. Yes, Suki's touches were a little lingering, a little close to her sensitive parts, but most of the touches were necessary as Suki showed her the equipment.
"I want those for dinner, not supper," Monique snapped and Magda yelped out loud when the woman slapped her buttock, hard.
She peeled the potato faster, and then reached for another one.
"That's better," Monique smiled and stirred the pieces of chicken.
She showed Magda how to cube the potatoes, then pointed to the carrots.
"Those as well," she ordered.
Natasha felt very funny; Suki pressed very tightly against her as they steered the ship. Her right hand held hers on the tiller; her left hand rested on Natasha's belly, just above her pubic mound.
"The maritime clock chimed and Suki looked at it.
"Oh, it is nearly dinner time," she announced and, checking all the screens, then typing on the computer's keyboard, she nodded her head in satisfaction.
"Come, its on autopilot now," Suki said and slid open the hatch for the bridge.
Natasha was afraid to let go of the tiller, though. Not understanding 'autopilot,' she sincerely believed that if she did not continue to steer the boat, it would spin out of control and crash.
"Come, come," Suki laughed and eased Natasha's hands off of the tiller.
"But the boat, who's steering the boat?" Natasha frantically asked.
In answer, Suki pointed to the computer and Natasha understood.
"Oh!" She said, understanding.
She also understood that, with the computer there monitoring all their activities, and ready to override them should they make any mistakes, Suki did not need to hold her so close, did not need to hold her hand on the tiller, did not need to peer over her shoulder out of the large window of the bridge.
She smiled and followed the woman down to the galley.
----
"She is beautiful," Suki quietly informed Monique. "So very beautiful and she willingly does whatever you tell her to do."
"The queen over here," Monique said, nodding with her head toward Magda. "You have to take a cattle prod to her to make her move. Seriously, if I hadn't whacked her one on her ass, she'd still be peeling that one potato."
"You were steering the ship?" Magda asked, surprised.
"Yes, well, really Suki was right there, but I was steering like a pirate!" Natasha laughed.
"All Monique had me doing was mopping and cleaning, and then she had me chopping up the potatoes for dinner," Magda grumbled.
"But you did wonderful," Natasha praised. "The meal is great."
"Thanks," Magda groused.
"No, no, I do not believe we'll trade," Suki laughed.
"Tomorrow, then," Monique laughed.
"Fine, fine, I will tell her to be a total bitch for you," Suki laughed.
"I won't have to tell that one that," Monique said.
----
Even though there was no storm, Natasha came to Magda's cabin that night. Magda did not complain, the loneliness of not speaking the language that Monique and Suki spoke left her feeling very isolated.
Natasha giggled as she snuggled up with Magda; it had been comforting last night, but last night there had been a terrifying storm and last night both she and Magda had on sleep shirts.
Tonight there was no distraction of the storm and tonight they were both nude. Suki had stated that George preferred for his companions to sleep in the buff, just as he did.
"Stop laughing or I will send you back to your own cabin," Magda giggled as well.
"You are very beautiful, Magda," Natasha said suddenly, very serious.
"Thank you," Magda said sincerely. "But I am not nearly as beautiful as you."
"When you smile, no one is as beautiful as you," Natasha encouraged.
"Go to sleep," Magda said, very uncomfortable with the conversation.
"Good night," Natasha agreed.
Chapter 5
They moored off of the coast of France and waited.
"And Mister George Jacobs will be arriving this evening?" Natasha asked in English.
"Very good," Monique praised the girl. "Your English is coming along very nicely.
"Thank you," Natasha laughed happily.
"She turned and translated for Magda
"No, no," Suki said firmly. "She needs to learn the language and if you keep translating for her she'll never learn."
"I am sorry," Natasha said and hung her head.
"When he comes, we will be given less revealing clothing, right?" Magda asked.
"English, English," Monique admonished her.
She struggled and faltered several times but finally repeated her question in English.
"No, of course not," Suki laughed. "You signed up to be his companion and I told you, other than shoes, you will rarely wear anything but the uniform. Except when we go ashore."
The ring of a telephone was heard and Suki slid a panel open and took out a handset.
"Well, I guess you will be wearing the dresses tonight," Suki smiled. "George is asking us to meet him at the hotel for supper tonight."
----
Natasha smiled as she entered Magda's cabin and twirled around, modeling her very short chocolate brown dress and high heeled leather pumps.
"And Monique did my hair!" she laughed excitedly.
"Very nice," Magda agreed.
"Oh, and you look so beautiful in your dress too," Natasha enthused.
"Natasha, I look like a prostitute, a whore," Magda snapped. "I cannot sit down without my pussy showing to anyone who cares to see it and forget about bending, unless I want everyone to see my buttocks."
"That's the whole Idea," Suki said from the doorway. "George likes it like that; he wants everyone to see his entourage and to be envious of his entourage. Since he is paying the bill, who are you to argue?"
"Are we ready?" Natasha asked the beautiful Asian woman.
"We are, is she?" Suki asked, looking at Magda.
"Yes, yes, she is," Natasha hastened to assure her.
"No, no, I want her, I want her to answer me," Suki snapped. "Natasha, you sweet, sweet girl, please quit enabling her."
"I am ready," Magda answered, finally grasping what the woman was asking.
Both girls quaked as they approached the helicopter.
"No thunderstorm tonight; we'll be fine," Suki assured them.
"Natasha and Magda clutched tightly to each other and both breathed a huge sigh when Suki expertly set the bird down on the hotel's helipad.
Suki and Monique led the way to the elevator and smiled in greeting to the elevator operator.
"Ah, Suki and Monique, how lovely to see you again," he scraped. "And who are these two lovely ladies?"
"I am Natasha," Natasha smiled and giggled as he bowed to her.
"Magda," Magda finally said and the five of them descended in the elevator.
"Magda wanted to stand behind Natasha; the dress was so short, and the high heels made it nearly impossible to walk without swiveling and swaying, much like a trollop, a woman trying to lure business her way.
Suki and Monique led the way toward a table that was all but obscured in the corner of the large room.
As they approached, she got her second look at George Jacobs. He was even more handsome than she remembered.
Obviously Natasha thought so too, because she murmured so under her breath
"Ah, here are my beauties," George smiled and stood to greet them.
Suki and Monique both kissed him as passionately as they could without drawing too much attention to them.
Magda saw the red head beauty that was already seated at the table and noticed that she too wore the same, very short chocolate brown dress, cut very low in the bodice.
"My dear Natasha, greetings to you," George greeted the blonde by kissing her hand.
She giggled and simpered and blushed as he seated her to his right.
"What a dumb girl she can be sometimes," Magda thought as she witnessed Natasha's behavior.
"Magda, my goodness, I did think you beautiful when we first met, but you are even more beautiful than my first impression," he greeted her and after kissing her hand, guided her to sit to his left.
"Although, judging from your face, you are quite used to such compliments," George smiled and motioned to the waiter.
"Oui, Monsieur Jacobs?" the man asked.
"I believe we are all ready for our first course," George ordered in French.
"Ah but of course," the waiter bowed and scraped.
The red head was to her left and chattered with Monique. Suki sat to Natasha's right and she and Natasha smiled and looked around the restaurant; for once, Natasha was quiet.
Magda tore her eyes from the handsome, smiling face of her host and looked at the stunning red head. The woman appeared to be about the same height as she, maybe a year or two older. Her straight red hair hung down and pooled on the seat behind her. Her arms and shoulders were heavily freckled, as was her face. The freckles continued down, dotting her ample chest, which was quite visible in the short dress. Her legs also sported multiple freckles.
She seemed to sense Magda's eyes on her and turned and gave the brunette a dazzling smile.
"I am Eileen," she offered her hand. "And you are?"
"I am Magda," Magda mumbled and shook Eileen's hand.
Then the girl began to speak rapidly, and Magda finally had to smile in confusion.
"I am sorry," she mumbled. "I don't understand."
"A pity," Eileen smiled and patted Magda's thigh.
She then returned her attention to Monique.
Natasha looked up, surprised as she felt George's hand on her upper thigh. Then she composed herself, remembering that she was his whore; she had signed on to be his 'companion.' She smiled and put her small hand on top of his.
"Ah but you are not shy, eh?" he whispered to her and she giggled and slid his hand up higher.
"Soon enough, soon enough," he laughed, patted her thigh and pulled his hand away. "Let us test the waters over here."
Magda had been expecting it; Natasha's face confirmed that she had been touched underneath the starched white table cloth. Even though her first instinct had been to pull away, she smiled at the man and spread her legs as much as the short, tight dress would allow her.
"Ah, but you are still a virgin, right?" George asked her in English.
"She is still learning the language," Suki offered.
"No real surprise there, is there?" George smiled and smiled wider as Magda's eyes opened wide.
She looked at him and blushed hotly as his fingers lightly traced up and down her smooth mound, then traced along her slit.
"He is touching you, isn't he?" Natasha asked.
"English, Natasha," Suki admonished and patted Natasha's thigh.
"Sorry," Natasha said, and then looked at Magda again. "He is touching you, isn't he?"
Chapter 1
"Oh won't this be a grand adventure!" Natasha Kowenski laughed and chattered with several of the men and women that waited for the bus.
Several of the others smiled and chatted with the very pretty nineteen year old and she walked around the pavilion, talking with nearly all of them. She did not discriminate; she talked with the youths and with the older people, all hopeful of getting on with the new factory opening in Porasch, Poland.
The coal mine in the town of Trimblin was shutting down and many were finding work very scarce. When Jacobs Industries put the advertisement in the local paper, nearly eighteen thousand people applied for the three hundred positions. Five hundred people had received invitations to come to Porasch, to try out for the jobs. Of those five hundred lucky recipients, one hundred and fifty were standing, waiting at the pavilion in Trimblin.
Jacobs Industries was sending the busses, Jacobs Industries was providing meals, and Jacobs Industries was providing lodging while they applied.
The requirements were ridiculously simple; must be able to read and must be able to pass a doctor's physical.
Magda rolled her eyes as her classmate and neighbor prattled and chattered incessantly. It was just like when they were in school; Natasha was always laughing and smiling and chattering with anyone who cared to listen, and even when no one cared to listen. She sneered at the pretty blonde and put her nose back in her book.
"What you reading?" Natasha interrupted.
"Shut up, it's about this girl that doesn't shut up and finally someone kills her," Magda said.
"Oh, so it's like a mystery?" Natasha asked and looked down the road again to see if she could see the bus.
"No, no mystery to it," Magda said and went back to reading 'Flowers In The Attic' by V.C. Andrews.
"Oh, isn't this exciting?" Natasha giggled happily and jostled Magda by hugging her tightly. "I hope we get hired on! Oh! Maybe we can even be on the same shift together! What you think?"
"I think I'd be on the next train back to Trimblin," Magda sneered.
"Oh, here it comes!" Natasha whooped and picked up her cheap suitcase.
Magda put the book inside of her own suitcase and checked her clothing for any imperfections.
Despite her surly answer to Natasha, Magda was sincerely hoping to get hired on; her widowed mother had four younger siblings to look after and having another mouth to feed had been stretching the Korenski budget beyond the breaking point. She hoped the small tear at the lapel was not noticeable; she did not want any imperfections to hamper this application and interview process.
The large vehicle ground to a halt and a smiling man got off the bus and held up a hand to stop the push of the crowd.
"Good morning," he said pleasantly. "I am Peter Slanisova, employee of Jacobs Industry and I am here to assist you, who also hope to be employees of Jacobs Industries."
Magda groaned inwardly as the man insisted that they get on the bus in alphabetical order. Chances were very good that she would either be seated with Natasha, or right across the aisle from the chatterbox, just like in school. Every class, she was seated directly in front of Natasha and Natasha assumed that she and the pretty brunette were the best of friends, just because they were always paired together.
"I am so sorry," Peter was telling a tearful Sophia Arnak. "There just is not room on the bus for you AND the three children."
"Oh, how sad!" Natasha said and went and hugged the woman and then hugged each of the crying children.
"I will pray for you, that there will be room on the next bus for you," Natasha promised the woman.
"Good luck, dear girl," Sophia said and gripped Natasha's hand tightly.
Finally, Peter called her name and Magda entered the large bus. The interior was plush, almost luxurious and was pleasantly cool. She had not realized how hot she'd been, standing in her Church best in the August heat, until she stepped into the coolness of the interior.
"Here, you sit by the window so you'll have enough light to read your book, Okay?" Natasha cheerfully offered.
"Thank you," Magda said.
"Oh, you're welcome," Natasha said and immediately began a conversation with the person across the aisle from her.
It took nearly an hour, but the bus was finally loaded and the happily chattering people began the seven hour trip to Porasch.
Magda wanted to scream; she was tired, the slow rocking of the bus was lulling her to sleep, but Natasha's mouth never stopped long enough for her to drift off. She wanted to sleep, she wanted to dream.
She'd been dreaming of that actor, the one that had played Lord Byron in that movie. With his broad chest and flat belly. The movie had been an awful one, more about flesh and sexual escapades than actual historical content, but when Lord Byron had eased his breeches down and displayed his taut buttocks, Magda had actually squealed. So had nearly all of the girls in the darkened theater.
She'd been dreaming of him forcing her to the ground, forcing her to pleasure his manhood with her mouth and her hands, then laughing cruelly as he forced her legs apart. Savagely taking her virginity, just as he had done in the movie to that girl.
"I will write beautiful poems of you," he whispered in the gasping girl's ear.
"Oh, yes!" Magda thought.
"Oh, look, there is even the cookie," Natasha showed Magda as she opened the Styrofoam container that held their dinners.
"I can see that; I've got the same thing," Magda said coldly.
"Wasn't that nice of them? I love cookies. We don't get them often; Momma's doing everything she can, but you know with Poppa being sick..." Natasha prattled as she began eating.
"Natasha, please, be still," Magda finally snapped and Natasha looked at her for a long moment, and then shrugged her shoulders.
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"Tonight, you will be paired, two to a room, men with men, women with women, unless, of course, you are married, then you will be paired with your spouse," Peter told them as they pulled up to the large hotel.
Right across the street from the hotel was the large building of Jacobs Industries. Even the haughty Magda was impressed by the gleaming structure, painted in the colors of Jacobs Industries, bright white and chocolate brown. The building was immense and Magda wondered what was behind the large brown doors. Surely a building of this magnitude could hire more than just three hundred of them?
"We're going to room together," Natasha giggled and grabbed Magda's hand, just like they'd had to do in school.
Magda was still looking over her shoulder at the large structure as Natasha dragged her to the glass doors of the hotel.
"Breakfast will be served at seven tomorrow morning," Peter was smiling and telling them as they received the keys to their rooms. "Here on the ground floor, breakfast at seven. If you get here at five minutes past, I can promise you, I will have eaten your breakfast.
They laughed as the portly man rubbed his large belly to emphasize his point.
"Seriously, my good friends, and I do hope that we will be friends," Peter said. "It is important that we get started on time tomorrow. There were four more busses coming in and just five minutes can slow us down for hours. Good night; I know it has been a long journey for you so I bid you all a good night's rest and I will see you all here tomorrow morning at what time?"
Magda sneered as Natasha and several others answered him with a loud "Seven o'clock!"
"Right!" he laughed and they cleared the lobby.
"We're on the third floor," Natasha cheerfully told Magda. "We don't really need to take the elevator, do we? We're young, let's just take the stairs and leave the elevator to those that need it."
"Fine, fine," Magda grumbled as they ascended the stairs.
The two nineteen year old girls found their room and Natasha wished the others in the hallway a good night's rest.
"I cannot wait to take a shower," she bubbled and began to strip out of her clothing.
Magda looked at the furnishings; two single beds and was grateful. The last time she'd been in a hotel had been on a family vacation and the hotel that her overly thrifty mother had secured had only a double bed. Magda had finally grabbed one of the pillows and slept on the floor, rather than try to cram herself into the small bed with her siblings.
"Oh, Magda, look at this!" Natasha said and entered the bedroom, holding out a tiny bottle.
Magda had to admit; even if Natasha was a dullard that had gotten through their primary and finishing school on her looks alone, the girl was an incredible beauty. Her blonde hair was thick and long, as long as her own dark hair, reaching the small of her back. Natasha's skin was very pale and her large round eyes were light blue. Her nose was her only flaw; it was a little large, but was hardly noticeable because of Natasha's ever present white toothed smile. Her face was oblong, with high cheekbones.
Her body, Magda reflected, was almost identical to her own. Both were of average height; she remembered as they were measuring one another in Science class, converting from centimeters to American standard, both she and Natasha had measured five feet four inches. Tall. She'd lied and told the instructor that Natasha was five feet and three inches, giving her a one inch advantage over the blonde. Their chests were both thirty five inches around, their waists were twenty nine inches (She suspected the girl was sucking in her slightly rounded belly) and their hips were thirty two inches.
"With this information," the instructor had said while the giggling girls were measuring the inside of each other's legs. "You would be able to order the right size of American clothing and have it fit appropriately, isn't that fun?"
As if any of them could ever afford the glamorous clothing in the American fashion magazines.
Large, pale pink nipples capped Natasha's full breasts; her belly button was little more than a dimple in her slightly rounded belly, and her vulva was covered by a light blonde mat. Her thighs were slightly pudgy and Magda wrinkled her nose in confusion.
"Natasha, you shave your legs?" she queried.
Yes," Natasha giggled like a naughty schoolgirl. "Actually, I use what the fashion models use; it's a hair remover, it comes in a bottle, it smells terrible, but look at how good it does!"
She grabbed one of Magda's hands and rubbed the palm against her smooth thigh. Magda jerked her hand away from the other girl's leg, extremely uncomfortable with such an intimate touch. She did have to agree; Natasha's leg was indeed very smooth.
"But look, look, there's fine shampoo for our hair! There are two of them in there!" Natasha went on and showed Magda the bottle of the shampoo she'd carried out of the bathroom.
Magda had to agree with Natasha, that was indeed something to be excited about. She normally used the harsh soap for her body and her hair; this would be a real treat.
"I will try to be as quick as possible; I am sure you'd like to shower too," Natasha turned and returned to the small bathroom.
Magda covertly admired the other girls rounded backside; Natasha was truly a beautiful girl.
Natasha did shower quickly and was prattling on about the shampoo when she exited the bathroom. She looked at Magda's hairy legs and grabbed the bottle of depilatory cream from her suitcase.
"Id you would like, I can show you how to use this," Natasha offered.
"I think I will leave my legs and my underarms as they are, thank you," Magda snapped.
"Just offering," Natasha said and toweled her damp hair.
Magda looked at her own body in the mirror of the bathroom. Her breasts were the same size as Natasha's; her nipples were larger and darker than the other girl's. The nipples themselves were almost as large as her areoles and as fat as a thumb when erect. Her own belly button was a little larger in her own rounded belly, and her profusion of dark curls spread out and upward, reaching almost to her navel.
Her face was square, her skin was clear, with a light dusting of freckles across her small nose. Her lips were full, naturally dark, her eyes were chocolate brown. While she was not the incredible beauty that Natasha was, she was still quite beautiful in her own right.
The shower was quite relaxing and she did luxuriate in the rich shampoo and fragrant soap the hotel so thoughtfully provided.
"Wasn't that wonderful?" Natasha praised when Magda stepped out of the bathroom.
For once, Natasha's effervescent nature was contagious and Magda agreed with the dolt; the shower was wonderful and the soap and shampoo were fantastic.
Chapter 2
Magda prepared for her lover's cock to batter through her hymen. His brooding good looks and broad shoulders mesmerized her as he poised himself above her.
"Yes, my love, my beautiful pet," he murmured to her. "I will write of your beauty and for ages to come lovers will compare themselves to us, to the love we share."
His large hands gripped her breasts, almost painfully and his cock pressed against the heavy lips of her pussy.
"Magda, wake up," Natasha's cheerful voice burst into her consciousness and Magda groaned.
"What, damn you, you idiot, what is it?" Magda grumbled.
"It is six thirty," Natasha finally said, the hurt quite evident on her face. "I did not want you to miss our breakfast."
"Oh!" Magda said and sat up. "Thank you, I did not remember to set my alarm clock!"
"You're welcome," Natasha mumbled, still quite hurt by Magda's angry utterance.
Magda dressed quickly, brushed her teeth, then the two girls left the room.
The large dining room was already abuzz with other applicants and employees of the hotel and of Jacobs Industries. Magda and Natasha joined the others in line for the food.
Magda looked around as she and Natasha sat at a large table with six other hopefuls. The employees of Jacobs Industries walked around the large room, observing the applicants.
Magda realized that this breakfast was part of the application process and wondered what they were looking for. She made sure to eat carefully, properly, like her mother was always telling her to do.
A few people scurried in after seven o'clock, making excuses about why they had not woken up in time. Magda observed a woman in Jacobs Industries colors marking something on a clipboard.
A dozen of the applicants, some from their own group, approached the servers for more food and Magda saw Peter writing something on his own clipboard.
"Their names," she thought. "If Natasha had not woken me up in time, my name would be on one of those boards."
"I think I will get some more of the bananas; I just love the bananas, you want one?" Natasha said and Magda grabbed the girl's hand and pulled her back down.
"They are watching those of us that go back for more food," she hissed to the girl.
Natasha looked around and realized that Magda was right.
"Oh thank you!" she gasped to the other girl. "I would have hated to lose this employment for a few bananas."
"And I thank you for waking me up in time," Magda admitted.
"Oh, that's all right," Natasha, said happily. "We're friends; friends take care of each other."
Magda fought the urge to sneer; she and this empty-headed beauty were not friends. The similarities in their surnames had thrown them together for the years of schooling, but they were not friends in her opinion.
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They sat in rows at tables and scribbled down the answers to the questions. They'd been hunched over for nearly two hours now, first to fill out the applications, then to answer some basic knowledge tests.
Magda noticed that the employees watched them very carefully, just as the instructors had in school, making sure that the students did not peer over at their neighbor's paper.
Natasha finished her papers and put her pencil down and put her hands on the top of the table, just as they'd been taught to do in School. Several minutes later, Magda finished her papers and did the same. Unlike Natasha, Magda read each question carefully, considering her answers.
Seconds later, Peter called out "Time to stop; please put your pencils down and put the papers on the edge of the table away from you."
Peter smiled as he collected the papers. Then he and the other employees huddled together. Magda watched as they shuffled through the papers and pulled a few from the stack.
"Lunch will be ready in about thirty minutes," he announced. "Everybody remember where the breakfast was served?"
He then called out a few names and asked them to stay behind but asked the others to go freshen up for lunch.
"They're being pulled because of cheating," Magda guessed.
"What did you think of that test?" Natasha asked her as they stood in line to use the ladies water closet.
"Just like school," Magda shrugged.
"I hope I did all right," Natasha whined and stamped her foot.
"Just like school," Magda thought. "You'll get by on your beauty and your body; if it were up to your brain, you'd be in real trouble."
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The doctor was a heavy-set female. At first Magda had been grateful that the doctor was female; they were asked to disrobe completely for this phase of the interview process. But as she was prodded and poked, she began to suspect that the doctor was taking more than just a medical interest in her examination.
Blood was drawn and finally the doctor bade her to dress again.
"That was a little much," Natasha murmured as they met in the large room for their supper.
"Agreed," Magda grumbled. "I don't think Herman grabbed my breasts that much when we went to the movies!"
Natasha giggled and after a moment, Magda burst into giggles as well.
They sat at the same table and noticed that they were missing two people.
"Wilhelm was copying his answers from someone else's test papers," a harsh looking woman said. "His wife said she would go back to Trimblin with him. "Believe me, though, she was none too happy with him."
Magda looked around the room. The crowd had thinned noticeably.
"My friends," Peter announced as they were finishing their meals. "You have, no doubt noticed that some that were here for breakfast are no longer here."
"Including those that went and asked for another serving at breakfast," Natasha whispered and clutched Magda's hand. "Thank you, thank you."
"But you are still here; that means that you have performed well so far," he smiled. "Friends, I encourage you to continue to do your best. Jacobs Industries wants nothing but the best."
They were told they could avail themselves of the other facilities that the hotel offered, including the tavern, but Jacobs Industries would not pick up the tab for any alcoholic beverages.
"Don't, its another test," Natasha needlessly whispered to Magda.
"Do you think so?" Magda asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I am almost positive," Natasha nodded. "Look around; those that do go to the tavern will not be here tomorrow morning."
They took the elevator this time; there were fewer people waiting to use them. Natasha looked at the panel and turned around and said to Magda, "There are twenty two floors to this building! It even has an observation deck; let's go to that!"
Magda shrugged her shoulders and Natasha excitedly hit the button for the Observation level.
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The sun was just setting and Magda looked over the cityscape of the Polish city of Porasch. It was a much larger city than their small town of Trimblin and as tall as the building they were on, it was not the tallest building.
"And there's the Jacobs building; Peter said we're going to be touring it tomorrow," Natasha prattled as she ran to the edge of the building and looked around.
A few of the young men that had come up here posed and flexed and preened, vying for either of the girl's attention. Natasha immediately struck up a conversation with them; they were both employees of Jacobs Industries and she chatted and laughed and flirted shamelessly with them.
"I am going back to the room," Magda finally interrupted Joseph's clumsy attempts of including her in on their conversation.
"I'll come with you; I don't trust these men on my own," Natasha laughed and laughed all the harder at their groans and protestations.
"No, no, we're good boys," Joseph insisted.
"Yes, yes you can trust us," his friend interjected. "We were both altar boys in our youth."
"That was your youth, not now," Natasha laughed and waved good bye as she and Magda stepped onto the elevator.
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Natasha whooped when she found two more bottles of the shampoo and fresh towels in the bathroom. Her shower was a little longer than last night's and Magda snickered as she heard the tell tale sounds of the girl moaning as she took the shower.
"She is pleasuring herself," Magda snickered.
Natasha finally stepped out of the shower and blushed hotly when Magda looked knowingly at her.
"How was the shower?" Magda asked pointedly.
"Fine, fine, thank you," Natasha mumbled.
Even though she had mocked Natasha, Magda could not help but play the showers spray over her sensitive nipples, could not help but bring her fingers down to tug at her pussy lips. She let the water cascade down her belly then bit down on the yelp as she found her clitoris with her thumb and forefinger.
"Oh," she hissed as her orgasm racked her body.
"I'm not the only one that takes a little long in the showers," Natasha accused when Magda finally exited the bathroom.
"I uh, well uh," Magda stammered.
"Oh come now!" Natasha finally laughed. "We're adults. From time to time, adults do indulge in such things; let's just leave it at that."
"Agreed," Magda finally agreed.
Chapter 3
Just as Natasha had said, there were fewer people at the breakfast tables the next morning. Their own table was empty, which was fine with Magda, but Natasha insisted on dragging her over to another table and asking the occupants if they could join them.
Peter smiled encouragingly at the girls as he strolled around and Magda realized that Natasha's little socialization maneuver had been a good thing.
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The factory was awe-inspiring, with the newest electronics and computers assisting the process along.
"Those of you that scored well on your tests yesterday will be tested to see how well you will do with the computers," Peter said loudly, to be heard over the hum of the heavy machinery. "The majority of you will be down here, on the first tier, doing assembly."
He continued to show them the plant, its different tiers, and the break rooms and exercise rooms.
"As you can see," he smiled, thrusting his belly out. "This is my favorite room."
"All right," he said as he concluded the tour. "Anna is going to call out a few names; she is the manager of the computer division of Jacobs Industries Poland."
Magda was surprised when Natasha's name was called first. She watched as Natasha whispered in earnest with Anna who looked over the clipboard, then shrugged her shoulders and wrote something down. There were four other names called out, and then Magda's was the last name called out.
"Ah, must have gone in reverse order," she told herself.
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"You did very well on the test," Peter concurred as they ate their dinner. "And Anna said that you have very good potential for her computer division."
"Oh isn't that wonderful?" Natasha happily bubbled.
"Yes, yes it is," he agreed, laughing also. "The computer division pays fifteen percent more than the assembly line does."
"So we are hired then?" Magda asked.
"Magda, if the doctor gives you the clean bill of health, you are employees of Jacobs Industries," Peter assured her.
"Oh that is so wonderful!" Natasha gushed and hugged Magda tightly.
----
Again, Joseph and his friend were waiting on the deck and Natasha happily told them what Peter had said.
"Well, you look to be in good health to me," Joseph said. "But I would still want to do a little more examination just to be sure."
"Oh no," Natasha laughed. "We're not playing 'Doctor' with you two."
"I wonder what part of computer division you will be working?" the other male wondered out loud. "Will you be in say payroll?"
"Payroll is handled by Jacobs Industries in the United States of America," Magda sneered at him. "You should know that already."
"Yes, but the hours are logged here in Poland and then sent to the Payroll division in America," the man said, face darkening slightly at Magda's sneer.
"What are you suggesting?" Magda asked. "That we add some hours to your total?"
"Oh no, I would NEVER suggest that," the young man protested. "We're good boys, remember? But if you were to 'accidentally' do such a thing for such good friends as us, we would not complain, would we?"
"Right," Magda shook her head, letting the young man know such a thing would not happen.
----
At breakfast the next morning, Natasha whispered to Peter, who scowled darkly and finally nodded his head and patted Natasha on her arm.
"What was that all about?" Magda asked her.
"Oh, I told him you wanted more bananas and were trying to trick me into getting them for you," Natasha said easily.
"What?" Magda cried out.
"Actually, I told him what Joseph and his friend were trying to suggest to us," Natasha whispered.
"Are you...I thought you liked them," Magda said, stunned.
"Me? NO, they're both so transparent," Natasha shook her head. "They're just like Herman; trying to get a girl into their beds, then they'll brag to their friends and forget all about the girl."
Natasha smiled and blushed.
"No, no, I did nod not find them appealing. You know whom I do find appealing? Oh that actor, I don't know his name, but he played..." Natasha whispered.
"Lord Byron?" Magda guessed and squealed.
"What? No, he played Lord Byron's father, not that arrogant, pretentious Lord Byron," Natasha laughed. "I mean, yes, Lord Byron was cute enough, oh, that scene when he pulled down his breeches, oh! I did squeal, I must admit I did want him to turn around, but no, no, the sexy one was the father. With his power and was so confident, oh what an aphrodisiac power can be. Oh my goodness, when he took that quill and was writing on that woman's breast and it pierced her skin and her breast started bleeding? Oh!"
Magda stared at a blushing Natasha. The girl was clearly addled if she thought the older Lord to be sexier than Lord Byron himself.
----
Anna beamed as she read off the three names that she'd selected to train on the computers and Natasha squealed and hugged Magda when they were both selected. The lone male also squealed when his name was read and Magda rolled her eyes; they would not have to worry about Peter Günter making inappropriate comments or innuendos toward them.
"Congratulations," Anna, Peter, and several other Jacobs Industries employees said to the two hundred and ninety four people that had been whittled down from the nearly five hundred original applicants.
They were handed a list of apartments that were available in town, apartments that would rent to them with no money down. Their owners had an agreement with Jacobs Industries that new JI employees were to be leased an apartment and the owners would be compensated by JI.
"We will simply garnish your first month's wages for the rent due," Peter smiled. "On the back of the apartments sheet is a list of furnishings dealers that have a similar agreement with us; you can purchase what is needed with JI credit."
"Oh, this is too good to be true!" Natasha gasped.
Magda rolled her eyes; surely the girl couldn't be that gullible? Both the apartments and the furnishings would come at exorbitant interest rates.
"You will all be reporting to work first thing Monday morning, eight o'clock," Peter smiled and the meeting was over.
"Do you want to go in together on an apartment?" Natasha asked.
Magda looked at her for a long moment. She wanted to get away from the empty headed girl, her constant companion for the past twelve and a half years. The idea of finally being on her own, being able to read in peace and quiet, being able to perhaps purchase a stereo and listen to her own music, not the music her mother wanted to listen to, or her little brother or sisters wanted to listen to appealed to her. Perhaps she could even purchase a television set and a dvd player; they would after all be making fifteen percent more a month, and she could buy that movie and watch it when ever she wanted.
But practicality won out; her mother needed money. If she rented a flat with Natasha, she could save money, could send more money home to help her mother.
"One room or two?" she finally asked.
"Oh I had not even thought of that, I just assumed we'd get the one room," Natasha admitted as she pored over the list of available apartments. "See, I grew up with four sisters and we all just slept in one room and..."
"So we'd only need the one bureau, and perhaps the one vanity," Magda mused aloud as she opened the map of Porasch to plot what apartment buildings they would try first.
"Smart, smart, that's using the old noggin,' Natasha praised and tapped her blonde head with her finger.
"And two beds," Magda went on.
"Two, why?" Natasha asked. "If we get a double, it should be large enough, right?"
"I want my own bed," Magda said resolutely.
"Fine, fine," the other girl said and gave Magda the address of the first apartment building on the list.
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The apartment had four rooms; a large one that doubled as a sitting room and a dining room. A small kitchen and a bathroom and a small bedroom.
"Oh this is perfect!" Natasha praised.
"It'll do for now," Magda said.
As soon as she could, as soon as she could afford it, she would be getting her own place.
They carefully measured out the rooms and determined what furniture would be needed and who would bear what expenses for what pieces.
The clerk was rather blatant in his appraisal of Natasha, and Magda let her roommate giggle and squeal and flirt her way through the purchases. The salesman tried to flirt with Magda but a cold look from Magda let him know she was not interested.
"And we have this television set; it has a built in dvd player," the man said and piqued Magda's attention.
"How much?" Magda asked.
"Oh, now I have your attention, eh?" the man laughed.
"I asked, how much," Magda snapped.
He named a paltry sum and Magda agreed to it.
"And we'll deliver on Thursday, agreed?" the man asked as he tallied up each girl's purchases.
"That will be fine," Natasha said.
When they were safely back at their hotel room, Magda asked, "When do we have to be out of the hotel?"
"Monday," Natasha laughed. "That man thought we would plead for him to arrange delivery earlier and he would then tack on additional charges or even try to bed one of us in exchange; men are so transparent aren't they?"
Chapter 4
Magda smiled as Anna again shushed Natasha. The data entry work was hard enough without the scatter-brained girl's constant interruptions.
The buzzer sounded for their lunch and Magda had to agree that it was a good thing that she and Natasha were flat mates; Natasha fixed their lunches every morning. JI did provide a lunch for their employees, but JI did charge for that lunch.
"It is less expensive if we provide our own lunch," Natasha said. "Money does not just grow on trees, you know?"
Magda smiled; she had sent a good portion of her first pay envelope home to her mother and her mother called her.
"It is so much money!" her mother said. "Magdalene Korenski, are you doing something illegal?"
"No, Mother," Magda laughed.
"I mean, Anna Steenburg was sending her parents a lot of money, and they found out she was a prostitute; she died of the AIDS, remember? You're not doing that, are you?" her mother demanded.
"No, Mother!" Magda gasped, shocked that her mother would even think such a thing.
"Be a good girl," her mother had cautioned her.
Just as she did at her work station, Natasha chattered and chattered and laughed and chattered with anyone that cared to listen. Many of the other JI employees laughed and chattered with her.
"Oh, I have 'Nine And A Half Weeks,' it is subtitled," Natasha was telling one woman.
Magda rolled her eyes. Natasha's taste in movies was deplorable and often quite depressing. Her movies were rife with sadomasochistic messages.
"Oh, it is the love story?" the woman asked and Magda tuned them out as they discussed the plot of the dismal movie.
Again, the loudspeaker crackled and reminded all JI employees that George Jacobs would be visiting his facility the next day.
"Oh, isn't that exciting?" Natasha gasped. "They asked if any of us speak English and I..."
"I was there, Natasha," Magda sneered. "Sitting right next to you, I was there."
Ivan came over and leered at Magda; Natasha had gone with him to a movie and had not had a second outing with the handsome young man.
"She talks too much," Ivan had laughed.
Magda agreed with him; Natasha did indeed talk too much.
Ivan's eyes did not travel above Magda's chest; Magda knew the handsome young man was very interested in her breasts. On their third outing, he'd managed to talk her out of her blouse and bra and had lavished much attention to the heavy orbs and her nipples actually hurt from his pinching and tweaking and biting.
The buzzer sounded and Magda promised Ivan a dinner one night, perhaps this Sunday.
"I don't know what you see in him," Natasha foolishly said as they scurried back to their work station.
Magda did not bother pointing out the obvious; the young man was handsome.
----
George Jacobs was a handsome man in his mid to late thirties, from what Magda could surmise. There were two very beautiful women with him; one was of Asian heritage and the other was of African heritage. Both women had very long dark hair and both women smiled a great deal.
George Jacobs also smiled a great deal and was very attentive to everything that Peter said as the rotund man showed the owner around, introducing him to his employees. He was very handsome, with blonde hair cut short, and deep brown eyes. His face was bronzed from the sun and was quite strong, masculine looking. His hands were large, but the man himself was large, easily several centimeters taller than Magda.
His clothing was in the chocolate brown and crisp white colors of JI but Magda could tell that the suit was tailored for him. The women's dresses were also couture, in the colors of JI. Even their shoes announced that they were well-monies.
"Ah, and here are the brightest of the brightest," Peter smiled as they entered the computer room.
Magda smiled and curtsied as she was introduced. Natasha tried, falteringly, to speak English, showing her ignorance to the handsome owner, who was very gracious and smiled and laughed and patted the girl on her shoulder before being introduced to the others in the chilly room.
"Oh I am in love," Natasha giggled after the quartet left the room.
"He is quite handsome," Peter agreed and earned himself a slap from Magda as he obscenely licked his lips.
----
Magda wondered what Natasha had done, what faux pas the oblivious girl had committed in front of the owner as she and Natasha were paged to Peter's office.
"I ah, I am struggling to find the appropriate words," Peter stammered, his face a bright red as he blushed in embarrassment.
Magda set he jaw firmly; she was not going to be penalized for anything the insensible Natasha had said or done.
"I supposed I will just be as direct and as blunt as Mister Jacobs was," he finally said but did not meet her eyes. "Mister Jacobs was quite impressed, quite impressed with the two of you and wanted me to ask if either of you, or if both of you would be interested in ah, in uh, in being his companions?"
It took a moment for the man's words to sink in.
"His...companions?" Magda asked. "Like the two women that were with him?"
"Ah, um, uh, yes, like the two women that were with him," Peter agreed, but still did not meet her eyes. "And like the two women that were with him, he is interested in your, ah, your companionship in the ah, how can I put this?"
"In the bedroom," Magda flatly said and Peter finally met her eyes.
"Precisely," he said. "He assures me you will be well compensated."
Peter then named a sum for one year's travel with the billionaire and Magda was sure she'd misheard him.
"Could you repeat that, please?" she asked.
Peter did so and hastened to assure her that all other expenses would be paid by the man; food, clothing, lodgings.
"Right now, he is visiting his concerns in Europe, then will be returning to his home in the United States of America," Peter said.
"Where do I sign?" Magda smiled.
"You know, when you smile, you're actually a very pretty young lady," Peter said and gave Magda a list of things she would need to obtain a passport. "You should smile more often."
"Quit saddling me with imbeciles and I'll have more reason to smile," Magda thought to herself.
The idea of sharing the handsome and powerful man's bed did appeal to her; she was not saving her virginity for marriage. She had not met anyone she deemed worthy of giving her virginity to. George Jacobs would do quite nicely.
Natasha tried to read her flat mate's face as she sat, waiting. Magda gave nothing and Natasha worriedly entered Peter's office.
----
Peter asked me who I thought would be a good replacement for me at the computers; I told him Sophia Arnak," Natasha prattled as they stood in line at the consulate's office to apply for their passports. "She is still looking for work, but Momma tells me there's no work to be had in Trimblin."
"How nice," Magda said and stepped up to the counter.
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Ivan tried valiantly to get Magda into his bed before she left Porasch and she finally had to threaten to call the authorities on him if he did not stop.
"It is bad enough your friend is such a flirt," he spat contemptuously. "You act like you might, then decide you won't; you are nothing but a cheap tease."
"I have never acted as if I might; you are just a presumptive bore," Magda spat back.
"Have fun being nothing but a whore for George Jacobs," Ivan said as he screeched to a halt in front of Magda's building.
"Oh believe me, I shall," Magda laughed bitterly at him. "I shall indeed. It will be nice to be with a real man, instead of a pouting, whining little boy."
"Cunt," Ivan hissed and even the aloof Magda was stung by such a vulgar word.
"I am so surprised that a child like you would have learned such a word," Magda finally said and slammed the door of Ivan's automobile shut.
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"I am Monique," the dark skinned companion said, smiling widely as she ushered the two nineteen year old girls to the waiting car.
"I am Natasha, this is Magda," Natasha answered in her halting English.
"And I am Suki," the Asian woman smiled from behind the wheel of the large automobile.
I am Natasha, this is Magda," Natasha smiled as Suki started the engine.
"Mister Jacobs is in Hungary, Budapest; he will be joining us in seven days hence," Monique continued as she got into the front seat of the car.
Magda and Natasha looked at each other and shrugged; both Monique and Suki were speaking in English and both girls had only a limited knowledge of the language. What they did know had been picked up from watching American movies and flipping through American magazines.
"You will learn, you will learn," Monique laughed.
Suki pushed the powerful automobile hard and finally pulled up to the airport. Both girls pulled their passports out of their handbags. Suki smiled.
"We will not need those just yet; we will need them when we land in Hungary. The boat is moored there," she said and ushered them toward a twin engine plane.
Natasha clutched onto Magda very tightly as Suki started the airplane's engines, spoke rapidly into her headset's mouthpiece, then sent the airplane hurtling down the runway.
"Aiee!" Natasha screamed as the airplane lifted off of the ground.
"Don't worry," Monique laughed at the fearful girl. "Suki is a skilled pilot, as am I."
Magda did not show it, but she was grateful to be holding onto Natasha; she was terrified, never having flown before.
Suki smiled and whispered to Monique, "I believe I will dispense of doing any barrel rolls with those two."
"Please do," Monique laughed. "George would be furious if the pair quit just because you are a show-boat."
----
Magda wanted to kiss the ground when Suki finally brought the airplane to a halt. A Customs inspector approached the airplane and gave its contents a precursory glance. He then checked the passports of the four women, and then wished them well.
"Come, come, " Suki urged them and both girls nearly fainted as she opened the door of a helicopter.
Monique showed them the air-sickness bags and it was a good thing she had; both girls availed themselves of it. The wind was quite strong and buffeted the helicopter about quite a bit. Even Monique looked sick as they flew through the thunderstorm toward the boat.
Natasha screamed in terror as they hovered above the luxury ship and finally settled onto the landing pad. Magda would have screamed, but she had fainted.
----
"Here is your cabin, rest tonight," Monique said and showed Magda her room. "If you need anything, just press this button."
Across the hallway, Suki was showing Natasha her own quarters.
The cabin was small, barely enough to hold a bunk and a small table. Both were bolted to the flooring. There was a small closet; Monique put Magda's suitcase into the closet, then slid open another door.
"Here is your bathroom; I do not know how often you are used to showering but Mr. Jacobs is quite fastidious and insists that we shower each day."
She smiled and slid open the hatch to Magda's cabin.
"Sleep well; Suki will come get you in the morning," Monique said.
As she had said all of this in English, Magda understood but little of it.
She did use the small commode and actually laughed when she figured out how to flush it. Then she stripped out of her clothing and pulled on her sleep shirt and lay down on the bunk.
The thunderstorm they'd flown in through struck at one thirty in the morning, rocking and buffeting the large ship.
Magda staggered to the door when she heard frantic hammering on it.
"Magda, I am so afraid!" Natasha sobbed and clung to her schoolmate.
Magda and Natasha staggered back to the small bunk and clung to each other as the ship rocked and lurched.
Finally, the storm subsided and the exhausted girls slept soundly.
----
Rise and shine," Suki smiled down at the pair.
Natasha giggled as she looked at the attractive woman; she was dressed in a half shirt that ended just below her nipples and a skirt that barely skimmed the bottom of her crotch. In fact; from her vantage point in the bed, Natasha could very clearly see Suki's hairless vulva, as well as her small breasts.
Small dark nipples capped her breasts. Her abdomen was tight, washboard, and her hips flared out only slightly. Her dark pink pussy lips dangled down slightly. Her thighs were slender as well.
: You'll get used to the uniform in time," Suki laughed. "In fact, other than shoes, you too will rarely wear anything else; except for when we are ashore."
Magda frowned at the sight of the woman, but sat up.
"Come, come, out of those sleep shirts; here are your uniforms, your shoes," Suki said and handed each girl a box. "Put these on and we will go to the galley for our breakfast."
Again, all of this was said in English; Natasha translated as best she could.
"She wants us to dress like THAT?" Magda asked.
"I think that's what she said," Natasha agreed.
"Come, come," Suki said again, a little impatience creeping into her voice.
"Well, we did volunteer for this," Magda said to Nadia and shrugged out of the sleep shirt.
"Oh my goodness, you are practically a bear!" Suki wrinkled her nose in disgust. "No matter; we will have Monique wax you after breakfast.
Natasha smiled happily at the sight of the shoes and put them on. She then hesitated for a moment, and then pulled the sleep shirt off. She pulled the half shirt on and blushed hotly as she had to manually tuck her large breasts up so that her nipples were covered. The skirt left the bottom of her buttocks very visible, and a few wisps of her blonde pubic hair were easily visible as she struggled to pull the skirt down.
"Ah, now that is a beautiful sight indeed," Suki, praised the blonde's body. "But we'll have Monique take care of that pussy of yours."
Giggling, Natasha followed the woman down the hallway. Magda followed behind the two, but did not giggle as she tried to pull both shirt and skirt down.
"Ah good morning, ladies," Monique smiled as she spooned out four bowls of oatmeal.
There were also four mugs of steaming coffee, richly sweetened with evaporated milk, and four glasses of orange juice.
Both Magda and Natasha stared at the dark beauty. Her breasts were quite large and capped with very large dark purple areole, which her half shirt did not cover sufficiently. Her nipples stuck out at least five centimeters. Her abdomen was much like Suki's, a tight washboard. Her hips flared out very nicely, and her pubic mound was also devoid of any hair. What was visible of her inner labia as she bent over to put the ladle back into the large pot was a purplish pink in color.
"Ah, the seat is cold against my buttocks!" Natasha shrieked and laughed.
Monique and Suki found her laughter infectious and laughed with her. Magda rolled her eyes and ate her breakfast.
"Ah, bananas, I love bananas," Natasha, whooped as Monique brought out the fruit.
"She is happy with nearly everything, eh?" Suki asked Monique.
"And this one is sour with nearly everything," Monique concurred.
"I wonder why; she is such a beautiful girl," Suki said.
----
Magda clenched her jaw tightly as Monique applied the sticky substance to her underarms and her vulva and her legs. She was confused, even though Monique explained the entire procedure to her. But she insisted on speaking English. She watched as Monique applied gauzy strips to the sticky tar. She would not admit it, but the dark skinned girl's touch was actually quite arousing.
Her eyes bulged out and she screamed as Monique quickly jerked the cloth away from her underarms.
"I did that first because it is by far the most sensitive, the most vulnerable, Monique explained, then repeated the process on Magda's vulva.
"No more, no more," Magda pleaded and tried to scurry away before Monique could do her legs.
"Oh, come on, you big baby," Monique laughed and made quick work of the legs.
"Magda would not give her the satisfaction of responding as Monique rubbed the soothing lotion into her raw skin.
"Ah you might not say so, but your pussy says you like this," Monique laughed, then playfully swatted Magda on her backside.
Natasha looked at Magda when Magda slid open the hatch and made Magda blush when she let out a wolf whistle.
"Shut up," Magda groused.
"Very nice," Natasha said. "You were far too hairy."
"That is your opinion," Magda said.
----
"Come, come help me sail," Suki said to Natasha and pulled her toward the open hatchway that led onto the deck.
Natasha pulled back but Suki laughed and continued to pull her toward the opening.
"We are miles off-shore, no one can see us," she said.
Natasha huddled closely to the woman as they made their way to the bridge, both hands tugging at skirt and shirt.
"This vessel is equipped with a state of the art navigational system and can sail itself," Suki told the girl as they entered the bridge. "But I still prefer to do things the old-fashioned way. A computer may be able to guide this ship, but a computer cannot love the sea."
As she was speaking in English, Natasha understood very little of what she was saying. But the woman was smiling as she gestured about so Natasha smiled as well.
"First, she said, taking Natasha's hand in her own. "Let's start up the engines.
Natasha pushed the button and laughed as she could hear the powerful diesel engines rumble into life.
"I can feel it through the floor," she told Suki.
"And when they have fully warmed up; the green light will come on," Suki explained, pointing to the amber light on the console. "We will raise the anchors. That was quite the storm last night, eh?"
Come on, princess," Monique scolded Magda. "Surely someone taught you how to swab the decks?"
Magda sullenly pushed the mop around. Monique shook her head; if this girl thought she was going to just skate by on the barest minimum possible, she was in for a real shock when George came aboard.
"No, no, put some muscle into it," she finally snapped.
When Magda finally understood that Monique wasn't going to relent, she did put some muscle into it and could not help but smile back as Monique smiled at her.
"That's it, now you're beginning to understand," Monique praised.
They stripped off all the bunks, and then swabbed the four cabins. Magda did point out that Natasha's cabin had not been used, but Monique shrugged her shoulders and forced the girl to clean up anyway.
Natasha laughed for joy as Suki stood behind her, hands over hers, the two steering the ship.
Yes, it did feel funny, having the woman's nearly nude body pressed that closely to her own nearly nude body. Yes, Suki's touches were a little lingering, a little close to her sensitive parts, but most of the touches were necessary as Suki showed her the equipment.
"I want those for dinner, not supper," Monique snapped and Magda yelped out loud when the woman slapped her buttock, hard.
She peeled the potato faster, and then reached for another one.
"That's better," Monique smiled and stirred the pieces of chicken.
She showed Magda how to cube the potatoes, then pointed to the carrots.
"Those as well," she ordered.
Natasha felt very funny; Suki pressed very tightly against her as they steered the ship. Her right hand held hers on the tiller; her left hand rested on Natasha's belly, just above her pubic mound.
"The maritime clock chimed and Suki looked at it.
"Oh, it is nearly dinner time," she announced and, checking all the screens, then typing on the computer's keyboard, she nodded her head in satisfaction.
"Come, its on autopilot now," Suki said and slid open the hatch for the bridge.
Natasha was afraid to let go of the tiller, though. Not understanding 'autopilot,' she sincerely believed that if she did not continue to steer the boat, it would spin out of control and crash.
"Come, come," Suki laughed and eased Natasha's hands off of the tiller.
"But the boat, who's steering the boat?" Natasha frantically asked.
In answer, Suki pointed to the computer and Natasha understood.
"Oh!" She said, understanding.
She also understood that, with the computer there monitoring all their activities, and ready to override them should they make any mistakes, Suki did not need to hold her so close, did not need to hold her hand on the tiller, did not need to peer over her shoulder out of the large window of the bridge.
She smiled and followed the woman down to the galley.
----
"She is beautiful," Suki quietly informed Monique. "So very beautiful and she willingly does whatever you tell her to do."
"The queen over here," Monique said, nodding with her head toward Magda. "You have to take a cattle prod to her to make her move. Seriously, if I hadn't whacked her one on her ass, she'd still be peeling that one potato."
"You were steering the ship?" Magda asked, surprised.
"Yes, well, really Suki was right there, but I was steering like a pirate!" Natasha laughed.
"All Monique had me doing was mopping and cleaning, and then she had me chopping up the potatoes for dinner," Magda grumbled.
"But you did wonderful," Natasha praised. "The meal is great."
"Thanks," Magda groused.
"No, no, I do not believe we'll trade," Suki laughed.
"Tomorrow, then," Monique laughed.
"Fine, fine, I will tell her to be a total bitch for you," Suki laughed.
"I won't have to tell that one that," Monique said.
----
Even though there was no storm, Natasha came to Magda's cabin that night. Magda did not complain, the loneliness of not speaking the language that Monique and Suki spoke left her feeling very isolated.
Natasha giggled as she snuggled up with Magda; it had been comforting last night, but last night there had been a terrifying storm and last night both she and Magda had on sleep shirts.
Tonight there was no distraction of the storm and tonight they were both nude. Suki had stated that George preferred for his companions to sleep in the buff, just as he did.
"Stop laughing or I will send you back to your own cabin," Magda giggled as well.
"You are very beautiful, Magda," Natasha said suddenly, very serious.
"Thank you," Magda said sincerely. "But I am not nearly as beautiful as you."
"When you smile, no one is as beautiful as you," Natasha encouraged.
"Go to sleep," Magda said, very uncomfortable with the conversation.
"Good night," Natasha agreed.
Chapter 5
They moored off of the coast of France and waited.
"And Mister George Jacobs will be arriving this evening?" Natasha asked in English.
"Very good," Monique praised the girl. "Your English is coming along very nicely.
"Thank you," Natasha laughed happily.
"She turned and translated for Magda
"No, no," Suki said firmly. "She needs to learn the language and if you keep translating for her she'll never learn."
"I am sorry," Natasha said and hung her head.
"When he comes, we will be given less revealing clothing, right?" Magda asked.
"English, English," Monique admonished her.
She struggled and faltered several times but finally repeated her question in English.
"No, of course not," Suki laughed. "You signed up to be his companion and I told you, other than shoes, you will rarely wear anything but the uniform. Except when we go ashore."
The ring of a telephone was heard and Suki slid a panel open and took out a handset.
"Well, I guess you will be wearing the dresses tonight," Suki smiled. "George is asking us to meet him at the hotel for supper tonight."
----
Natasha smiled as she entered Magda's cabin and twirled around, modeling her very short chocolate brown dress and high heeled leather pumps.
"And Monique did my hair!" she laughed excitedly.
"Very nice," Magda agreed.
"Oh, and you look so beautiful in your dress too," Natasha enthused.
"Natasha, I look like a prostitute, a whore," Magda snapped. "I cannot sit down without my pussy showing to anyone who cares to see it and forget about bending, unless I want everyone to see my buttocks."
"That's the whole Idea," Suki said from the doorway. "George likes it like that; he wants everyone to see his entourage and to be envious of his entourage. Since he is paying the bill, who are you to argue?"
"Are we ready?" Natasha asked the beautiful Asian woman.
"We are, is she?" Suki asked, looking at Magda.
"Yes, yes, she is," Natasha hastened to assure her.
"No, no, I want her, I want her to answer me," Suki snapped. "Natasha, you sweet, sweet girl, please quit enabling her."
"I am ready," Magda answered, finally grasping what the woman was asking.
Both girls quaked as they approached the helicopter.
"No thunderstorm tonight; we'll be fine," Suki assured them.
"Natasha and Magda clutched tightly to each other and both breathed a huge sigh when Suki expertly set the bird down on the hotel's helipad.
Suki and Monique led the way to the elevator and smiled in greeting to the elevator operator.
"Ah, Suki and Monique, how lovely to see you again," he scraped. "And who are these two lovely ladies?"
"I am Natasha," Natasha smiled and giggled as he bowed to her.
"Magda," Magda finally said and the five of them descended in the elevator.
"Magda wanted to stand behind Natasha; the dress was so short, and the high heels made it nearly impossible to walk without swiveling and swaying, much like a trollop, a woman trying to lure business her way.
Suki and Monique led the way toward a table that was all but obscured in the corner of the large room.
As they approached, she got her second look at George Jacobs. He was even more handsome than she remembered.
Obviously Natasha thought so too, because she murmured so under her breath
"Ah, here are my beauties," George smiled and stood to greet them.
Suki and Monique both kissed him as passionately as they could without drawing too much attention to them.
Magda saw the red head beauty that was already seated at the table and noticed that she too wore the same, very short chocolate brown dress, cut very low in the bodice.
"My dear Natasha, greetings to you," George greeted the blonde by kissing her hand.
She giggled and simpered and blushed as he seated her to his right.
"What a dumb girl she can be sometimes," Magda thought as she witnessed Natasha's behavior.
"Magda, my goodness, I did think you beautiful when we first met, but you are even more beautiful than my first impression," he greeted her and after kissing her hand, guided her to sit to his left.
"Although, judging from your face, you are quite used to such compliments," George smiled and motioned to the waiter.
"Oui, Monsieur Jacobs?" the man asked.
"I believe we are all ready for our first course," George ordered in French.
"Ah but of course," the waiter bowed and scraped.
The red head was to her left and chattered with Monique. Suki sat to Natasha's right and she and Natasha smiled and looked around the restaurant; for once, Natasha was quiet.
Magda tore her eyes from the handsome, smiling face of her host and looked at the stunning red head. The woman appeared to be about the same height as she, maybe a year or two older. Her straight red hair hung down and pooled on the seat behind her. Her arms and shoulders were heavily freckled, as was her face. The freckles continued down, dotting her ample chest, which was quite visible in the short dress. Her legs also sported multiple freckles.
She seemed to sense Magda's eyes on her and turned and gave the brunette a dazzling smile.
"I am Eileen," she offered her hand. "And you are?"
"I am Magda," Magda mumbled and shook Eileen's hand.
Then the girl began to speak rapidly, and Magda finally had to smile in confusion.
"I am sorry," she mumbled. "I don't understand."
"A pity," Eileen smiled and patted Magda's thigh.
She then returned her attention to Monique.
Natasha looked up, surprised as she felt George's hand on her upper thigh. Then she composed herself, remembering that she was his whore; she had signed on to be his 'companion.' She smiled and put her small hand on top of his.
"Ah but you are not shy, eh?" he whispered to her and she giggled and slid his hand up higher.
"Soon enough, soon enough," he laughed, patted her thigh and pulled his hand away. "Let us test the waters over here."
Magda had been expecting it; Natasha's face confirmed that she had been touched underneath the starched white table cloth. Even though her first instinct had been to pull away, she smiled at the man and spread her legs as much as the short, tight dress would allow her.
"Ah, but you are still a virgin, right?" George asked her in English.
"She is still learning the language," Suki offered.
"No real surprise there, is there?" George smiled and smiled wider as Magda's eyes opened wide.
She looked at him and blushed hotly as his fingers lightly traced up and down her smooth mound, then traced along her slit.
"He is touching you, isn't he?" Natasha asked.
"English, Natasha," Suki admonished and patted Natasha's thigh.
"Sorry," Natasha said, and then looked at Magda again. "He is touching you, isn't he?"
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