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 Continuing the story of Eric and Lina.

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Authors Note.
This story is entirely a work of fiction. It is for entertainment
purposes only and does not reflect the authors views or
attitudes. It contains scenes of sexual activities with a minor
and the author does not condone this. This work may not be
reproduced for profit without the authors express permission. If
you feel you would be offended by the content, or underage please
proceed no further. ..The Katz

The Russian Girl (Part 2)

By Katzmarek


Lina sat in the room she shared with another girl, listening to
her favorite 'Destiny's Child' disk. She liked the bouncy
melodies. It made her feel good. She was very happy.


She had made 'her' Eric happy and that had pleased her. She
divided the men in her life into 'good' and 'bad' lists. The
'bad' men made her do things she didn't want to and hurt her. Her
'good' men bought her gifts and didn't hurt or force her to do
stuff.


Eric was her good man. He bought her gifts and looked after her.
He would help her to stay in America and make movies. He hadn't
forced his stuff into her mouth and, most of all hadn't pushed
his 'thing' between her legs. 


Ever since that boy had raped her in St Petersburg it had hurt
when men tried to get her to have sex. Her kitty would clamp shut
when she felt them poking their dicks around down there.
Sometimes they would do it anyway and it hurt and sometimes she
would bleed. 


That girl, Veronica, she shared the room with, had wanted to
sleep with her. It was nice having her arms wrapped around and a
warm body snuggled beside her. Her boobies were bigger than hers
and she could feel them squashed against her back. Veronica had
wanted to kiss her, she thought that was alright, but then she
was kissing her as a man would. She tried to push her tongue in
and her hand started to caress her tits.


It was kind of nice until Veronica pushed a hand into her
panties, she pushed it away. A little later she could feel
movement next to her and realized Veronica was rubbing herself.
Lina turned onto her back and put her arm around the girl. She
let her suck on her tit and thrust herself against her leg. She
was puffing and moaning and squirming, reminding Lina a little of
when a man is ready to shoot his stuff at her.


Then her mouth gaped open, gasping, her face is all screwed up
and she's frantically fiddling with herself. Shortly after she's
hugging her tight and murmuring  to her but she couldn't
understand.

Veronica had rested her hand on Lina's  little kitty and she
thought that would be ok. In fact, she'd quite liked it, it made
her feel a little gooey. Lina checked out Veronica's boob,
comparing it to her own. She then slipped her own hand into her
panties and tried to copy what Veronica had been doing. It felt
ok but sleep had intervened before she experienced anything like
Veronica had.


It'd felt good to have someone to sleep with at night. She hadn't
had that since she and her little friend Anya had bunked down in
that abandoned old Lada in 'Petersburg . A good score, that old
car. It's was roomy and you could almost stretch out. And it was
safer than that old basement where the old men would try to grope
you and force you to drink their repulsive, cheap Vodka.


She had met Anya there. She was a skinny 10 year old but she
looked about 7. She knew her way around, which restaurants to go
to get free handouts from the kitchen, who to avoid, how to stay
out of the way of the patrols. All the skills necessary to get by
on those tough streets.


It was not Anya's fault when that boy had trapped Lina in that
basement. Anya was having one of her sick spells when she'd cough
and cough and her breathing would get all rattlely and raspy. She
went all weak and cold and Lina  used to hold her at night to
keep her warm. She had gone to get her some food when that boy
they called 'the fox' had found her and forced her to have sex
with him.


They became known as 'bones and the actress'. Anya was called
'bones' because she was so skinny, she the 'actress' because she
was always talking about being a star. Together they were the 'no
rape club'. A very loose translation with a cadence hard to
reproduce in English.


Together they would move among the homeless kids sharing
information about the 'bad' men. 'The Fox' had disappeared soon
after that. He may have left town or been caught by some girl's
pals and gone into the river Neva. She didn't care.


Then next autumn she had woken to find Anya very cold and her
face blue. She couldn't wake her and her eyes were just staring
out not looking at anything. Lina knew Anya was very sick and had
run to get help from their friends. They said she had gone 'away'
and the 'priest', had come. He was a guy of about 16 who wore a
cross around his neck and was very spiritual. He said some words
and they had all kissed Anya and Lina had tucked her favorite
teddy into her jacket. The 'no rape club' was gone.


They then placed her in the Neva because Anya had always loved
the river. Together they watched her body being carried out by
the sluggish current and she had become hysterical. Her friends
had held her because she had wanted to jump into the river to be
with her friend. She had sat on the bank for ages wanting her
Anya to climb back out of the river so she would have a friend
again, when this guy Vasiliy comes and sits next to her.



On the other side of town, I was in some despair myself.  I'd
allowed myself to be sucked off by a girl young enough to be my
daughter. In fact, I HAD been a father to her. I was the grown-up
and should have stopped it. The poor girl had been exploited and
abused most of her life and I'd behaved no differently. I'd
followed her screwed-up script of life. A script where sexual
favors was the common currency in her transactions with men. I
resolved to stay away from her until she left the country. Best
for both of  us I told myself.


I needed some adult female company. Which is why I found myself
outside Isabella's door. Isa was a Brazilian blond of German
descent. She had worked for me a couple of years ago and we'd had
a brief affair. The industry was hard on relationships and it had
not worked out. We'd got together on and off but agreed there was
no future.


I rang the bell and she opened the door wearing her bathrobe. Her
ample breasts stretched the toweling taught around her chest
clinging down over her wide rounded hips where it finished
halfway down her thighs. Her tan legs were bare and flawless.
"I feel like some company", I said. 
"Eric!" she said, "it's been a long time, where have you been
hiding"?
"Long story, were you going to have a bath"?.
"It can wait, come in, tell me all about it". I follow her
inside, watching the sway of her bottom.


We talk it bit about what I'd been doing but I make no mention of
Lina. How do you tell someone you have the hots for a 14yr old
girl?. Anyway, she gets up and announces she's going to have that
bath and would I mind doing her back. Would I mind?, you don't
get an invitation like that every day so I have my togs off in a
trice. I climb into the tub behind her and soap up her smooth
back. She's oohing and ahhing but you never know with porn
actresses whether they're just putting it on. I move my hands to
cup her breasts and play with her nips. They're good and hard and
she turns her face to give my mouth a little tongue action. I
peer down to her bald pussy, my hand following. She squirms
against my hard dick and says,
"I think we'd be more comfortable on the bed". I think so too so
we get out.


We dry each other and head for the bed, except we don't make it.
In the lounge she stops to give my cock a little sucking and,
with a growl, I pull her to her feet and push her onto all fours
over the settee. I then give it to her hot and hard and she's
yelping and gasping but I don't think it did much for her. All
that suppressed emotion and frustration releases itself and I
give poor Isa a half a gallon.


She's bemused and a bit stunned and I have to munch her out a
couple of times on the bed. I'm then ready to give her a slower,
more considerate fuck and I ride her to a climax. This time she
has her legs locked behind my ass and she humps hard against me.
Her whining and moaning are not faked this time and I even have
enough left to splash into her womb.


I then tell her. She has her arm around me comforting and I'm
sobbing in to her neck like a baby. She doesn't blink at Lina's
age and instead she talks about astral conjunctions and the winds
and tides of fate. I think it's all bunk, Isa is a bit of a space
cadet, but I let her go on and at least it felt good to have
shared my feelings.


3 days later the foster center calls and says that Lina won't
come out of her room. She's refusing her meals and when am I
coming to see her? I try to tell them that I'm caught up in work
but they won't buy it and in the end I agreed to see her that
evening.


She runs out the door and hugs me and sobs into my chest.
"(Russ) Why didn't you come, I missed you, don't you like me
anymore"?
I try to tell her that it's not right that we see so much of each
other but she doesn't understand.
"(Russ) But I'd be all alone, please don't leave me", she begs.
I feel like I'm trapped by one of Isa's astral fucking
conjunctions.
"(Russ) I'll let you put your thing into me.....if that's what
you want"'Jesus Christ' I thought.

What is a guy supposed to do. Common sense apart, I couldn't just
leave her. She'd caught me in her web of need and she was holding
on as tight as she could. I know a line when I hear it, but she
plays them so well, she almost had me convinced that she would
die without me. Maybe she would.


She'd offered to fuck me as well. I didn't take that seriously
because I know she has a sexual dysfunction. To be honest,
though, I want to. I'd wanted Isa to be Lina when I fucked her
over the settee, wanted it to be Lina's pussy I'd lapped, wanted
her legs to have been around me.


She hungry so I take her to McDonalds. She eats everything on the
menu, bubbling away between mouthfuls. Then she asks me to show
her where I work. I tell her that would not be a good idea but
she's insisting and I'm running out of excuses. So off we go to
my studio.


We go in the back way, it's discrete and out of public view. She
bounds up the outside steps like an excited puppy. Now! my studio
is not large and not a patch on Universal but this is the first
proper film studio she's ever seen. It has a double bed and a
couch set up and a few movable flats and curtains. I have a
couple of Betacams , a Digital and a Still and I explain how each
one works. I explain the lights and reflectors and she studies
each piece of apparatus in wide-eyed wonder. She wants to make
this her world.


Then we get on to poses and camera angles and I'm telling her how
I make up the shots. I tell her that, unlike what you see, a
scene can take up to several hours to shoot and the actors have
to repeat certain shots from different angles. Then I edit it
down to maybe 20 minutes or less, depending on what I've got.
"How does man.....keep....up"? she's trying out her English.
I tell her in Russian and English that it's tough on the male to
stay erect for so long and the girl usually helps him to 'warm
up' for the shot. Sometimes he just can't get it up and we have
to knock off for the day and try again tomorrow.


"That is ...funny", and she's giggling and chortling away and the
next thing I'm laughing along with her. Well!, heck, it IS funny
sometimes, seeing these macho guys trying to coax their limp
dicks into action.
The next thing she's rolling on the bed 'posing' and wants me to
take pictures of her. 'Not unless I want to go to jail', I try to
tell her but she pouts, telling me I don't think she's pretty.


So I'm agreeing to take a few 'soft' shots and begin to set
everything up. It's takes about 20 minutes to get the lighting
right for her fair complexion and then we're away. I pose her in
a few 'stock' positions and she's a natural in front of the
camera. In no time at all she's writhing around like a cat and
giving me some 'tease' expressions. Her mouth parts just a bit,
she licks her bottom lips, her eyes express wanton desire. As I
sit her for each shot I'm lingering longer, moving her shoulders,
arms, legs, brushing her blond hair back, forward, tousling it. I
brush my finger tips down her face, coaxing certain expressions.
It's how I work, but I'm enjoying myself too. She is an utter fox
in front of the camera and, if she'd been legal,  I sure had a
star in the making.


But I can't use any of it of course. She then asks me what the
girls do for their audition tapes and by that time my brains were
in my dick and I'm telling her. 
"(Russ) They take off their clothes and, usually, play with
themselves", I say.
"(Russ) Will you show me"? she asks, and the next thing she's
pulling off her gear. I should have stopped her then, but you
know? I'd been hoping it would come to this ever since she
stepped into the studio.


She's down to her panties and those lovely little cones are
wobbling in front of me. I get her to cup them and tease the
nipples, like she's offering them for me to suck. She's running
her hand all over her tummy and down over her thighs. Next, she
rubs her hand exploratively over the gusset of her panties and
looks at me.
"Is this...Ok"? She asks in English. I nod, my mouth is dry and
my cock hard. I so much want to get on the bed with her, but I
resist. Instead I ask her to put her hand inside her panties and
she's feeling away down there. I encourage her with,
"That's great babe...." And "rub it for me honey", and I wish my
tongue was down there tasting her, stroking those beautiful long
legs and thighs.


Just then the phone rings and I'm saved. I tell her that's enough
and to get dressed while I answer it. 
"Eric?, Shapiro", says the phone.
"I just got a hearing date from the DA. This Raymond's copped a
plea and'll go down for willful damage and child molestation.
Vasiliy's put his hand up to everything, apparently he doesn't
want to go back home.
That means, I'm afraid, that your little Russki will have to go
back on the next direct flight after that. I rang the center but
they told me she was with you. I hope you are behaving
yourself."
"Of course, Frankie", I reply distractedly, "I'll tell her,Ok".
"Sure, see you". He rings off.


I'm watching her as she straightens her sweatshirt. It has CAL
STATE written across the front and I see how her breasts seem to
be pushing it out a little further. Was it wishful thinking?, did
I want her to be suddenly older and legal? Fed on American food
for the last few weeks she'd certainly filled out since I'd first
laid eyes on her. As I smile at her the germ of a plan begins to
form in my mind.






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