That week as November rolled to a close, and the house project a successful memory, Igor thought about the workers now at the Squat, they were good men and lads, getting on with the jobs they had in hand, but without some leadership to organise them, follow up on leads for new work what would happen? He felt in a way responsible to help maintain the group at the Squat, but that was a different prospect than running one site part time over five weeks, he needed to find a solution.

His family was financially secure, especially now, though his girls insisted it was not their nest egg, it was the family pot. On Tuesday he called in to see Stepan, dropping off two bottles of fine brandy as a thank-you for allowing the various schedule changes over the past few weeks, though it had resolved solutions for them both, bringing benefits all round.

After talking about the outcome of Igor's personal project, Stepan had mixed news for Igor, who had now been with the company for three months, hence the review on his desk. All of the contracts he had been running were completed on time or ahead of schedule, and recently there had been noted budget savings with his computerised management of the jobs under his control. So having passed this probationary period with flying colours he was to get a pay rise.

The remainder of the news was how their company, that specialised in maintenance for commercial and light industrial buildings had a solid customer base, but clients were trying to hold down costs, and little in the way of new business was on the horizon. It looked like jobs were safe for the coming year with rolling contracts, but any promotions or recruitment were on hold, and overtime would be limited to any emergency jobs that showed up. The outcome of this, was he would not be able to offer Melenki the promotion to foreman that had been discussed some weeks ago.

From Igor's initial pensive expression, Stepan imagined he had caused some personal difficulty, if in fact Igor had told Melenki the job was in the bag, but Igor proposed another idea that was unexpected.

He explained how the Squat had come about, and how they were attracting work in the high end domestic market, but now had no one in a leadership role, and how well Melenki had faired running that team. Igor suggested as the man had used up all his holiday time on the house project, plus the unpaid leave Igor had funded, and now that he was back with the firm, they try a new tack. If the company reduced his hours and employed him part time for a trail period, they would save half the man's wages, and he could look after the other men easily in that way. They could review the arrangement as time went on, now all he had to do was convince Melenki.

Melenki loved it, he had grown with the responsibilities, and would happily jump in full time, but Igor said it was best not to burn his boats just yet. Between doing the job they were paid to do, the two laid plans for how to run this new business, and what to call it, as they couldn't just keep referring to the team as the men who lived at the Squat.

Over lunch Melenki said they would have to be IMC builders, as in - Igor's Magic Crew, for it would not be possible to name them for Melenki, as that would clash with Marta's young team. Igor was embarrassed that Melenki wouldn't budge, insisting it was a good name for the group, and besides no one had to know what the initials stood for. They had a short meeting with Stepan later that day, and it was a done deal.

Having seen the latest statement from the studio Marta was stunned that her script writing was having such a massive effect on their income, not all her ideas involved the models using English. Two of the younger girls, nine years old, were each having mediocre sales on their individual picture sets, but on her recommendation they had now done one photo set together that had done surprisingly well, and now their video was a runaway winner. From this outcome, the two girls wanted to work as a pair on all their future shoots as they enjoyed working together

Those two were now taking intensive lessons in the hope they could manage a simple dialogue in English for a future script. One of her current ideas was a two handed video for Anna and another model, maybe Irisha, to be filmed in the apartment for the Christmas market. To have the girls in woollen jumpers preparing to decorate a real tree, of course falling pine needles would be a good excuse for them remove the jumpers, from there on in they would soon get stripped off.

Marta had been checking the dialogue, where double-entendres would fit into the script, as her proficiency was improving. Their members would love the inclusion of 'balls' for the tree, and she had another line sorted when it came to the holly, about taking care of the pricks, and not wanting to get pricked. The room decorations would of course include many balloons arranged in phallic way, two round ones and a long curved one in each set.

The presents under the tree had fired her imagination, a vibrator tightly wrapped to leave little doubt as to what it was, then include some comment about never having enough batteries for your toys, a line best saved for the older girl. She wondered about getting a rocking horse for Anna to sit on, rocking back and forth at her age, she was really to old for that sort of toy, but it would have a nice erotic element. She could add a line about really loving her horse, and then at the mention of a saddle, she could say she much preferred to ride bare back on the real thing.

Marta considered if they could do a two part special with an after Christmas one as well, putting the balls away till next time, and about the tree coming down, with the older girl getting the chance to say 'I hate it when they go down, I like to see them stand up straight'. Anna could innocently ask the older girl what had become of present that had been obvious to everyone else. She could reply it was in her room, and perhaps in a few years time Anna might get one too, without saying what it was. The girls could talk of sitting on the laps of uncles who had visited, the dialogue would need to be clever and subtle, crude and blatant wasn't how they did things, it was more a tongue in cheek naughty humour she was trying to achieve.

Just mulling over these things was making her horny again, maybe she could get herself one of those toys, but she'd heard they could be noisy, how embarrassing would that be? Masturbation had now become a favourite pastime for Anna, less than a year ago she had been at a loss as to why her older sister was so keen on furtive fumblings under the bed covers. Her vein attempts at trying to keep the rickety sofa-bed from making a noise was amusing, as they shared the room with their young brothers. Sometimes after Anna had been playing with herself her little pussy looked quite red and inflamed, she was thankful the condition faded, it would be awful to arrive for a photo shoot like that.

It was over five weeks since the shoot she did with Irisha, her friend had done her first solo two weeks back, and Anna had got three sets 'in the can' since that time. Of those three it was still under discussion which would be her next release, and which would be keepers for later release for 'Natasha's' second time round. Also it would be her official site birthday this week, in that her bio would be updated to eleven, as with all the girls, their age was changed several weeks either side of the true event.

Anna had been concerned for her new friend in that she was thirteen already, but the eight to fourteen age range on flyers the studio posted was only for recruitment, as the site had some girls as old as sixteen. A couple of other studios within the same group did shoot sets with thirteen to seventeen year old's, but the style was a lot different, with two or three girls featured in each set - and the girls got quite friendly. She had heard that a few of the older girls from their studio had transferred in order to extend their modelling career.

What with the launch of the Forum mid week at the start of the month, she went straight from school to Irisha's for a last minute practice as they were both taking the very first shift the next morning before school along with Pasha, a girl from Simferopol,who they had spoken to via the Forum in practice sessions. Organising the time table had been daunting in order to present a variety of girls for each session, Pasha was an established model at fifteen, popular but never top rank, with middling English skills, 'Laura', Irisha was the new girl, but with excellent English, and 'Natasha' was in the top three, whose conversational skills were very good and still improving.

Though Ivan or Dmitri would say she was in the top three, they were rarely more specific, but Marta who had run the numbers, said currently she wavered between first and second spot with three others, as the position tended to be dynamic dependent on release dates.

Marta having seen Karl both days at the weekend had due to circumstances been restricted to 'safe' petting outside their clothes. She had some good news from her mum on Sunday night, that while Anna would be at Irisha's on Tuesday, her mum would be round at Eve's house with the boys, as she was planning something with Magda, but it came with a warning they had both better be decent by seven o'clock. Her mum then wanted to know if he would be staying for supper.

Not only had Karl been willing to come round Tuesday afternoon, but he left work early to meet her at the school gate, which of course Marta loved, having her tall handsome Karl showing up to whisk her off. The envious or longing looks from the other girls as he held her tight on the Metro made her melt inside, she must be melting as she was getting very wet anticipating the time they could spend together.

All but the last fifty metres of the route home from the station they walked with Eve, who made some teasing remark as they parted company at the top of her road, but Marta didn't mind as she was a good friend. Her mum had left snacks out for them, knowing which of her pastries were Karl's favourites, and Marta wanted him fuelled up ready for their fun and games.

Marta cleaned up putting everything away, not wanting to give her mum any reason for complaint, before dragging Karl off to her room, not that he needed much encouragement. She had expected him to turn up at the house a bit later, rather than surprise her again at the school gate, and she would have had time to wash and change. When she said she wanted to wash and freshen up, he asked if he could watch, or better still help.

Her first thought was she might be a bit too fragrant after several hours of anticipation, on the other hand she could put this down to research, learning about Karl, and about male reactions in general from a first hand perspective. Colouring up she told him her fears, but he was keen to find the results of how ripe a hot girl could get, soon they were both naked and moved to the bathroom.

Having seen her underwear as they had stripped, he could see she wasn't joking about being worked-up, he dropped to his knees with her backed up to the vanity, and the odour of hot girl assailed his senses taking him over. The specks of creamy female secretions had him zeroed in, she tasted stronger, but not unpleasant, as she would have washed that morning.

Marta had her answer, or one of them, he obviously didn't find the smell of her ripe pussy off putting, as she raised one leg at his prompting, gripping the edge of the counter as he got to work with his magic tongue, she wouldn't be needing a wash-cloth after all.

Her pulse rapid, and breathing ragged as Karl sort to bring her pleasure, Marta unsure what to hold, his head or the counter as she lost control of her body, then as she peaked he held her, safe in his strong arms as he lowered her to the floor.

Sitting on the bathroom floor with a satisfied girl purring in his arms wasn't the sort of scene found in romance novels that girls liked, or even the porn he had seen, but he had read that girls liked to cuddle up after climaxing, and it seemed the right thing to do.

He was quite willing to sit here a while as they began kissing, Marta between kisses had nice things to say about his skills at pleasing her, that was enough to make his head swell, but all the blood had gone south. He should probably give Karl junior a quick swill in the sink, having been in a heated office all day he must be a bit funky, but he could hardly get his tackle out in the gents toilet at work and wash it under the tap. That would give rise to a strange conversation in the men's room, 'Don't worry guys I'm just off to see my girlfriend'.

When they did stand up Marta objected that Karl wanted to wash his penis, if he had licked her in her natural condition, she wanted to do the same for him, grasping the handle she steered him back to her room where they would be more comfortable.

She was still fascinated by this mechanical marvel that guys called a boner, to be both stiff and soft on the outside as well as being flexible. Fully retracting his foreskin, there were thin traces of smegma encircling his cock, she was sure the secretions of her pussy must have been considerably more abundant. She licked up slowly the full length of his cock, from his balls past the point just under the helmet that was particularly sensitive, and over the head where pre-cum was leaking out freely.

Well the smegma hadn't been nasty, a texture like cream cheese, but she wouldn't be serving it on crackers, how would she explain that to her friends? Grinning at her odd thoughts, she looked up to see him looking all goofy again, she could play him like an instrument, as it was called a blow job this must be a woodwind instrument. Yes this must be Marta playing the pork flute, as she smiled around the cock in her mouth.

Looking down he was gob-smacked, this gorgeous girl was again giving him a world class blow job, him, once the class nerd, a real blow job, but it wasn't the up-down piston don't care type of thing you saw in porn. Marta made a meal of it so to speak, running up and down with her tongue as if trying to form a mental image in Braille, rubbing his cock on her face, smiling, with and without junior in her mouth, he could see it in her eyes.

The tension in his body as she sucked on him, then she playfully nipped his thighs with her teeth while still stroking him with the gentlest of touches, he would get her back for this, take her close then back off several times until she begged for release. He sucked in a deep breath as she bobbed lower taking junior deeper, making a noise in her throat she backed off eyes watering a little but still kind of smiling.

In theory she knew it could be done, she had seen it in photos and video, but she didn't yet have the experience, it must be something you worked up to, she would find an object to practice with so she could surprise him, maybe a banana. She had a few more attempts just to see if she could get over the gag reflex, but gave up, puking on your boyfriend would not be cool.

He was deeply impressed, if he were stupid this would be worth bragging about, he had almost reached out to grab her head, that was just pure porn script, because he had read most girls hated it when guys did that. At the last second his brain kicked in and he wiped away a tear brushing her cheek instead. It had taken superhuman effort to hold out this long, it had helped she had varied her technique, but he warned her he was almost there.

Marta had heard girls talk of blow jobs, listening to see if she could pick up any pointers but it had been a waste of time, it seemed many of them didn't like it anyway, and did it out of desperation to keep hold of some boy. If they had that sort of relationship where putting out was the only glue holding them together, it wasn't worth it. Between her mum, Valya and the net Marta had learned some valuable lessons, and was putting them to good use.

She felt a tremor run through his body, his hand affectionately brushed her cheek, he was very close, yes he called out, and she could feel his balls lift as they did just as he was about to cum. She was ready, knew what to expect and tried not to swallow, she wanted to collect it all in her mouth and show him.

He gasped, it was so good but at the same time on the edge of pain with the intense way he exploded into her mouth, shot after shot. He settled back sitting on the edge of her bed all those feel good chemicals flowing through his system he had lost focus. He felt her strip the last few drops from his wilting cock, her hand stopping short of the sensitive head.

He was like a rodeo bull the way he bucked and shook, lifting off the bed, if she hadn't of had such a firm grasp on his stalk he might have taken off. The odd noises he made along with the funny faces nearly made her laugh, but then she would have choked or swallowed the cum pooled in her open mouth. Then she saw the look in his eyes, staring at the cum she had saved, closing her mouth she swallowed, but let a small dribble of cum escape to drip down her chin.

The satiated organ in her hand twitched, not quite dead after all, and another clichéd move proved to have some effect, going for broke, she licked her lips, and junior once more indicated Karl's thoughts. He had willingly agreed to be a test subject, when they had talked, she had said it was important they both satisfy their curiosity, and ask questions, and how she needed to know what made guys tick to help the models with their careers.

They snuggled spoon-like on the bed as they talked, till Marta felt junior slide along her butt crack to poke her and leave trails at the base of her spine. She moved to grab the offender, and they tussled on the bed until at last she surrendered and he moved down to eat her again, and again till she could take no more.

Later as they stood at the sinks brushing their teeth, Karl was grateful they could spend these extended times together, rather than some hurried fumble in fear of getting caught, but it would be even better if it could be arranged more often. Having a good wank had really lost it's appeal, it had now just become a way to relieve tension between times he could be with Marta, but of course now he had some real memories instead of vague images of dream babes floating in his head.

When Marta suggested they bath together Karl and junior were both up for it, but he asked if she had any less 'girly' soap. This was the point when Marta got to hear the story of Karl's talk with his mum, with Karl glowing bright red, it was amazing how far a blush could extend when you saw someone naked.

"You mean to say your mum has known for two and a half weeks and you didn't think to tell me?"

"Well I mean, well no, well I have told you, anyway we've been going out since August, even if YOU didn't go round telling people, someone is bound to think we've got past holding hands at some point."

He did have a point, though she didn't know how she was going to face Elena next time they met, putting those thoughts aside she ran naked across the hall to the boys bathroom to steal a new bar of the plain soap they used.

"OK soap, anything else, razor, shaving foam, manly smelling deodorant?"

Ignoring her attempt at humour he considered it might be nice to keep a bag of his toiletries here, conversely if she did the same there was only one shared bathroom at home and it wouldn't go unnoticed. He couldn't fathom out why girls needed so many products in a bathroom.

Sitting back in the tub with a wet soapy girl between his legs laying back on his chest as he soaped down her stomach and over her pert gorgeous breasts was sheer heaven. Junior was trapped between them rubbing against her skin as she squirmed under his roaming hands, if someone had come to the door with the winning lottery ticket he would have told them to go away as he was busy.

Slowly one hand drifted lower, finding somewhere interesting to play, with her words of guidance and encouragement he brought her to a climax without the aid of his tongue, but her thrashing splashed a good deal of water about. When she turned to face him she took pity on junior who looked to be in need of attention, so taking the matter in hand she began first to gently wash Karl's cock, then with more purpose to go for gold.

She had thought with them both kneeling down the resulting semen would paint her breasts, but the spurts fell short landing in the water forming a white stringy mess that clung to their skin. Marta decided the bath was not a good place for this, it would have been better in the shower where it would quickly rinse away, with that in mind she suggested they hop in the shower.

Karl loved the feel of Marta's smooth wet soapy skin, not caring where in the bathroom he got to slide his hands over her soft gorgeous body, only first he was told to mop the floor while she cleaned the bath. He didn't complain about the chore, as he felt he was still getting a bargain.

In the shower Marta wanted to wash her hair, so Karl helped out by running his fingers through her tresses. Her hair came to just below her shoulders in gentle waves, and Karl had not considered this would be as much fun as her skin, but it was sensual and personal in a way he hadn't expected. He thought maybe this was why there were so many gay hairdressers for women, as any straight man would find this too distracting.

By six-thirty they were dried dressed and down in the lounge listening to music, which is where Ella found them asleep when she came in, they were woken to chants of "sleepy heads, sleepy heads" from the boys, Karl tucked into the corner of the sofa with his arms around Marta who was slumped across his chest.

Ella trying her best not to laugh went through to her kitchen, Igor and Anna would be in soon, as he was picking her up from Irisha's where they had been planning for the Forum tomorrow morning. The girls on one of their trips to the big book store in town had found of all things, an English cook book, and read through some of the recipes with her. This casserole type dish had gone in the oven on a low heat, just before she went to fetch the boys earlier that afternoon.

Beef in Guinness, it had taken a while to find this dark strange foreign beer, the colour of coal, and it had a strong bitter flavour when she had taken a sip during the preparation, but she was not put off, for the process of cooking always changed the ingredients. Lifting the lid on the large oven-dish, it was with some relief she was assailed by a rich pleasing aroma, with the meat so tender it almost fell apart,

Everyone round the table shared their news that evening, and Greg brought up the training wheels again, saying Karl had agreed he would do it for them if they got permission first. With both youngsters happy, Igor talked of his rise, and of Melenki running the IMC team out of the Squat. Karl feeling he should take part, told of the latest certification course he had finished on operating systems, having learned all the official instructions, he was then better able to make up for all it's inherent inadequacies, and security failings.

Anna asked about the new dish her mum hadn't served before, hearing it was one of the meals that they had translated from her latest cook book. It was well liked, without being spicy it still had a full rich flavour, Karl was pleased when Igor asked for seconds, so he didn't feel greedy asking for some more too.

Igor suspected Karl may have spent some time with Marta before he got home, but wasn't going to ask any questions, he didn't want to go there, besides she seemed happy, in a really good mood. If this lad was responsible for his daughter's good mood, he would not do, or say anything to rock the boat.

Later that evening Anna wanted an update from her sister, hearing a blow by blow account of the afternoon's activities. Though exciting Anna was still unsure of her own feelings, the one thing she did know is she didn't want to have a boyfriend yet, but when she did, it would need to be a guy like Karl, an older sensible boy, one's her own age were just so childish and immature. Getting ready for bed early she adjusted her alarm clock for five in the morning in order to be ready and dressed for school before she logged on for her very first real Forum session.

She had admitted to both Irisha, and Marta she was anxious about the Forum opening, but now it was just hours away, to help herself calm down and relax her fingers crept into her cotton panties with her nightshirt hiked up. Her strumming fingers, and thoughts of her sisters adventures fresh in her mind, soon brought the release she was seeking.

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To be continued in Chapter 43.

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