In an office building on another continent wheels were slowly grinding into motion, for something Igor had said to his daughters would presciently come to pass, someone would eventually notice the passage of all that money.

Men in suits working for a TLA (Three Letter Agency) had been collating data and sifting reports about many thousands of small regular money transfers, all funnelling towards a few banks located in former eastern block states. Their machinations would take some time to mature, so leaving that thought in the back of your mind we return to follow the lives of our main players.

Saturday morning saw the girls once again at the studio, though they weren't expected to show up, it had become a constant feature of their lives recently, and they had gained many friends there. Weekends in term time tended to be busy, girls living outside of a comfortable commuting distance sometimes left school early on a Friday if they had been able to obtain a slot in the schedule for one of the studios, and all the staff would be there to see to it there was a smooth throughput of models, to avoid wasting time.

With the demand for spaces each studio would be dressed and shooting for still sets, or for video, this could run from ten in the morning through to eight or nine at night, then during the week the background scenery and props would be changed ready for the following weekend.

At present it was the case the studios weren't often used during the week, but with Marta's latest idea, local models would be able to come in after school and use half of the studios working with the scenery that had been set for the previous weekend while the other studios were redressed, then swap over so then those others could then be redone.

These changes would not impact the staff much, other than those in the photographic department, and the ladies who did the hair and make-up, but as part of their earnings came from bonuses, that was something she was sure Ivan could work out, as these pictures would only make money at some future time.

Anna found Valya loading her make-up trolley in her office come stock room, and lent a hand while catching up on all the news. They went to studio five where the backdrop was painted to look like a building site, there was even a half finished 'brick' wall made from blocks of polystyrene that looked realistic, and builders tools and ladders for props.

Earlier in the week Anna had visited a small shop in the parade near her house which sold newspapers and magazines with a list of five American titles and one magazine from the UK that she knew could be found in the city centre. At first the shopkeeper had thought it was just some childish prank, but then when she gave her address he realised she must be one of the daughters of the new family a few roads away, whose father had the main financial paper and one of the popular dailies delivered.

When he checked and found they were available from his distributor, and told the girl how expensive these imports would be, unconcerned at the cost she just offered to pay in advance, then stated she might increase the order later, if her friends wanted their own copies.

With a mischievous smile Anna related the tale, and then told her about her sister's latest scheme, meaning that Valya could find herself working afternoons on weekdays during school terms. When they had the make-up table arranged to Valya's satisfaction, Anna got out a copy of the FAQ she had printed off, explaining how she hoped for some feedback from Valya, and from some of the other staff, as to any points she may have forgotten.

When the first model of the morning arrived with her mum, Valya made the introductions as she got started on the girl's make-up,after chatting briefly, Anna left to locate Marta.

Virtually everyone came in to work on the weekends when studios were busy, as they could take three or four days off during the week, the exception being the construction team who only had a couple of people on at weekends for emergencies and a full crew during the week who would be busy from Monday to Friday.

Due to this schedule Marta was ensconced in her office reviewing with Alina, the information gained from questionnaires that had been sent out to all the models regarding their hobbies, skills, and interests, and also about any of the clubs they belonged to.

Alina, no doubt with help from Dmitri, had collated all the information into a database in order they could cross reference the details, and quickly find what they were looking for.

Marta had already started to highlight a few entries, several of the girls took dance classes, and one girl was taking ballet, there were also a number of budding gymnasts.

With their grace of movement there was scope for some future video ideas even without an English dialogue, but with a music track, so that wouldn't be an issue anyway, also the costumes or leotards could be fine for photo shoots as well.

She noted that there were quite a number of the older girls living near more rural areas that went horse riding, nice tight outfits with a possibility of a location shoot in stables or outdoors next summer. She also saw that skate boarding and roller blading came up among the hobbies, and that had promise for videos if they could find a private location.

Apart from swimming or perhaps tennis, most of the other sports represented were team games that would not lend themselves to the kind of scenarios that would be credible in her eyes. Three girls had listed camping as an interest, and she could see that it had a potential for fun, she would think about that. One girl listed painting, which could lead to an excellent messy video and stills shoot indoors in the studio, but when she saw one entry for stamp collecting, she said to Alina that this girl needed to get out more.

On finding two girls having an interest in creative writing, Marta thought they could be enlisted to put forward future script plots, saying as how she didn't have a monopoly on good ideas. Her next discovery were two girls who claimed to be reasonably proficient in several languages including English, cross checking she found they both lived at resort towns on the Black sea coast popular with foreigners.

Sorting through the last dozen or so girls listed Marta let out a whoop of joy, saying how it seemed the best had been saved till last. "A juggler, we must check to see if that circus backdrop and tent that Anna used in her second set is still available, that would be a perfect match, I'm sure we could combine a photo shoot and a video for that girl"

The other girl that had caught her attention listed 'amateur magician' as her main hobby.

"This absolutely has to be a video, can't you just hear the line 'my clothes are about to disappear', and I'm certain there has to be loads of funny dialogue we can think up for a magic show, in fact I'm going to phone her, to see if she can speak any English"

Marta called the contact number, and when she confirmed she was speaking to the girl's mother, she asked to talk with the model in question.

Anna came in, and seeing her sister was busy caught up with Alina, saying how good she was looking, which pleased Alina, who admitted she had lost a few kilos recently, as she had been going to the gym. This remark lead Anna to point out, that a gym workout would make a great theme for one of their videos, that brought the discussion round to the reviews Alina and Marta had been doing that morning.

When at last Marta finished her call she told the others about the girl she had been speaking to, and the arrangement she had suggested to her.

Their magician lived in a town that was a full days train journey each way, so weekend trips to the studio were out of the question, but Marta said the girl should find a local English teacher, to prepare for doing at least two videos next summer. It should not prove difficult finding a teacher, as they had a reasonable tourist trade where she lived, and a tutor would understand how this could be good for her in presenting a show to foreigners.

Marta added a a few more lines about this latest find to the memo she was going to send to Ivan, then the three of them batted round a few final ideas for current research, one being to work up a similar database on the 'wish lists' from the forum, then the sisters packed up for the morning.

Before they had moved to Kiev, they had to be circumspect about their change in fortune so as to avoid notice, but now in the city, and living in an affluent district, the girls had a weekly allowance, they could spend as they pleased. They knew the funds were available if they wanted to make a large purchase but, despite temptations their needs were modest, though they loved to shop for new clothes each week.

Many people would not understand the luxury of going out to buy something new, your own, the fact nobody else had worn it, and it didn't need to be repaired or washed first.

They rode the Metro, stopping off at home first to swap backpacks, then continuing their journey, eating lunch at the café near the International School, tuning in to conversations on adjoining tables where some American students were sitting. On a few occasions during past visits they had considered asking to join a table to try out their skills with real English or American students, but they were unsure if they would be welcome.

It was still a great novelty going into the type of shop where previously it would have been a disappointing fantasy just to look in through the window at the colourful displays, now they were really living the dream, free to buy whatever they wanted.

They found a store that just sold underwear aimed at the teenage market, and both girls wanted to get some more grown-up, and pretty panties, or in Marta's case bra and panty sets to expand their wardrobes. The school they attended did not have a uniform, but there were guidelines as to what was acceptable, so they also went on to other stores to buy some new skirts, though foremost in Mart's mind was finding some outfits that would look good when she went out on dates with Karl.

When Anna got home she carefully removed the tags, and put away her new clothes, then opened her underwear drawer to sort it out and add her new purchases. She now had a nice selection of soft cotton panties, pastels, white with flowers or cartoon characters she still loved, and now some with fancy lace panels, and edging. At the back of the drawer she found the last of her old pairs that she had meant to throw out, worn thin, more grey than white, with the elastic about to give up the ghost, she dropped them in her waste basket; new life, new girl, new clothes.

Marta in her own room was performing a similar ritual, though lacking the cartoons, in fact some of her new undergarments on reflection now seemed rather too daring, besides the more prosaic items she had now acquired several thongs.

She had yet to find the opportunity or courage to wear them, maybe owning them made her feel more 'grown-up', but that was partly the problem, her feelings and emotions these days were all over the place, on the surface she appeared placid to most people around her, but her mum and sister could often see through to the underlying maelstrom of mood changes, teenage angst and the fleeting uncertainties she still sometimes harboured.

Her thoughts moved on to her date tomorrow with Karl, she was relieved her period was over, she was always nervous people would know, for the last day, she had been using slim panty liners as the flow had tapered off, though when she was with Karl she often felt her emotions caused her to become wet enough to be at risk of soaking through the gusset of her underwear.

Since starting at her new school, she had followed with interest the experiences and exploits the other girls had with their boyfriends, city girls definitely came across as more knowledgeable, with a greater confidence and sophistication than she had been aware of in her old school.

Her new range of reading material both foreign and domestic, had brought with it a realisation that girls the world over faced the same problems, with the changes they went through, and in dealing with relationships.

Giving a mental shrug she pulled herself together and marshalled the facts, she was well read about her body and about dealing with boyfriends, she now had a supportive peer group, and then there was her mum, Alina and Valya who had all helped, but most of all she had her younger sister, although Anna was even less experienced than Marta, she felt that standing together they could take on the world.

On Sunday morning it was in fact Anna that persuaded her to wear a thong with the jeans she had chosen in order to avoid any visible panty lines, which might be obvious while she was riding her new bike through the city parks, then it was a matter of deciding which top to wear. Karl arrived a little early, and soon they were on their way, after a brief look at the route he had pencilled in on a city map.

Anna spent the day looking after her brothers in between revision for school and reading foreign magazines, at which she was now becoming quite fluent, rarely needing to refer to her ever present dictionary. She had spoken to Svetlana at the beginning of the week about finding some English books suitable for her brothers, and Svetlana left a message with her mum, that the large book store she dealt with in town were chasing up the request so hopefully some new titles should be arriving shortly to maintain the boys interest.

The fine late September weather was perfect for Marta's day out, and Karl was thoughtful not to go too fast or too long between breaks in view of her novice cycling status, taking time to show her many points of note on their route. She realized he must have spent a long time planning their day out, as the stops at park benches, or below shady trees allowed him to point out various landmarks that would interest her.

She was glad their conversation flowed running from one topic to another, not halting and stilted like when they first met, though he did seem a little hesitant at initiating any kissing though Marta sensed he was just as keen as she was. After the first amorous bout of the day, the awkwardness passed, and they kissed often and held one another at some of the quieter locations throughout the day.

Karl saw an ice cream vendor displaying a wide selection of flavours that was too good to pass up, Marta asked for strawberry and Karl chose mint chocolate chip. They sat on the grass enjoying their ices, when Karl offered Marta a taste of his ice cream, her immediate thought was someone else has licked that, then almost laughed at herself for being so silly, as they had spent half the morning swapping tongues anyway.

When they had finished their ices Marta pointed out a little on Karl's chin which she licked off, he then did the same for her, which ended in them rolling about on the grass kissing and playing about, during their horse play Marta became aware of Karl's hard member. She was unsure whether to be wary or proud that she had caused this condition, but on reflection he had not been pushy, or taken things faster than she was prepared to go.

A little later they brushed themselves down and continued their tour, where he took her to another park that had several tables with chequered tops, two of which were occupied by people playing chess, together with some other silent observers they followed the play. They stood to watch one match to it's conclusion then moved on, en-route they saw many statues the city was famous for, most were historical or mythical, but there were a few that displayed the whimsy and humour of the more modern artists who had made them.

At Taras Shevchenko Boulevard all traffic was banned at weekends, but they could walk along wheeling their bikes, when they reached Maidan, they were treated to the sight of numerous street performers and animal handlers, and many families were out and about for a weekend stroll.

They stopped to buy Kvas from one of the street vendors with a big yellow and blue tank on a street corner, shortly after Marta needed to use a nearby public toilet which turned out to be of the squat variety, though often even when there were toilet bowls there was rarely a toilet seat, and never any paper which was why she always carried some tissues.

Marta was very aware of the evidence of her own arousal from all the kissing and close physical contact, and decided to use one of her thin panty liners to avoid the possibility of any wetness seeping through her jeans, as she didn't want any embarrassing incident to spoil such a great day out.

Both teens were enjoying their day together, not actually stopping for lunch as such, as they were taking advantage of the variety of street vendors snacking along the way as the fancy took them. The route Karl had devised took them on a wide loop through parks and open spaces, so Marta could see lots of new sights without doubling back via places they had already visited.

Towards the end of their day out, in the late afternoon sunshine they were laying on the grass together when Karl expressed his concern as to Marta's well being, and whether the distance of the ride had been too long. Marta assured him she had not been fatigued by their cycling, but when he offered to massage her legs she agreed both nervous and excited at the same time. His strong hands rubbing and caressing her legs made her thankful of her earlier decision of using a panty liner for she was now defiantly wet.

Amazingly Karl picked up on Marta's conflicting emotions when he had advanced to massage her thighs and he didn't allow his hands to wander too high, however much he would like to, he realised it would be too much too soon. To defuse what might become an awkward situation he released the leg he was currently working on and surprised her by a sudden tickle attack to the bare skin exposed at her waist line. The laughter followed by a reprise attack made for a very nice transition to further cuddling and more kissing.

Marta was safely delivered home just before six o'clock, just in time for her supper as had been agreed, neither teen wishing to be late and give her parents a reason to curtail the two of them from dating. Karl had been asked that morning if he would like to join them in the evening for a meal but he had cried off stating he needed that time to revise, so as to make up for not working during the day, and now he also had something else that urgently needed taking care of, probably twice.

As they sat down to eat Igor struggled with mixed emotions about his Marta dating, she may be smart, but she was still so young and inexperienced, she seemed to sparkle with joy from her outing today, yet he still considered if he should reinforce the little discussion he had with Karl about respecting his daughter. The aroma of food his wife was setting on the table distracted him from that train of thought, the happy banter between his children as the two girls helped dish up food for their younger brothers brought a smile to his face.

The meal was peppered with the boys talking of how they had practised cycling on the lawn in the back garden, so as not to feel left out by their older sister out all day on her new bike, then Anna spoke of what she had been doing when not supervising the boys.

At a lull in the conversation Ella announced she had come to a decision about the offer from the catering company, she would relish the opportunity to pursue a favourite interest and get paid to boot. Anna joked she ought to get Marta to check on any agreements or contracts to ensure they were worded correctly, which which raised a laugh, but as with many items in their conversation this private joke went over the boys heads.

After helping their mother clear up, Anna said she and Marta should get their stuff ready for school in the morning, and have an early night. What she really wanted was a full account of Marta's date, and in truth Marta was just as keen to share the details of her latest wonderful day with her sister. School stuff was just an excuse, that was done, and in their packs, and Marta gave a full report of the time she had spent with Karl to her eager audience of one.

As they were undressing so their could share a bath and continue to revel in Marta's new exploits, Anna wanted to know more about how the excitement made her sister wet 'down there' as it had only really happened to her once when she was confronted by the shock of the number of people viewing her first photo set.

Marta admitted to not having given it a lot of thought before now, but she supposed it was a gradual thing that had started probably when she was Ann's age, as the hormones that Valya had spoken of started the changes in her body, breasts starting to bud and then hair starting to appear. She had seen as she was developing the increase, and changes in how wet she got, especially as she became more aware of boys, and as her vulva developed it was necessary to be particular about personal hygiene when she got hot and bothered.

Anna was insistent to get all the details as it could be important for her pictures, and Marta said how in truth although the Vaseline ruse was reasonable, her own wetness varied, but was now often more cloudy than clear leaving a whitish deposit in her panties.

This turn of the conversation caused Anna to ask if she could look for herself before they got into the bath.

Marta felt somewhat embarrassed, and self conscious, sitting on the edge of the bath with her legs akimbo as her sister sat on the floor giving her a close-up examination, but she also considered it her sisterly duty to help Anna, undecided if this was a health class, biology homework, or model research.

Anna paused her finger just shy of her sisters pussy, and looked up seeking permission, Marta just shrugged and told her to go for it. Anna wiped her finger along between her sisters fuller more crinkled lips gathering up some of the moisture there, looking at it closely then testing it between finger and thumb, sort of slippery and sticky at the same time. Moving even closer she took a sniff, it was difficult for her to label, it was similar to her own pussy but in a way stronger, and somehow it reminded her of the school changing room, but then musky wasn't yet a word in her vocabulary.

Anna's curiosity temporarily satiated, Marta pulled her sister up from the floor, Anna thanked her, after a brief hug both girls stepped into the bath topped with a layer of bubbles, and laced with a generous helping of scented oils, where the talk was about boys in general and one in particular, then finally they got round to washing each others hair.

Meanwhile a few kilometres away, with thoughts of Marta's body still on his mind lay a red faced Karl, and now the urgency of his need had been for the moment temporarily quelled, his mind started to drift, thinking how he came to his current situation.

With both parents working and being an only child, they were relatively well off, so when he had shown an interest in computers his parents indulged him, aside from his technical interest, there had likewise been his pastimes of gaming and chess for which there were many outlets on the internet. It had been though regularly chatting on a locally based technical forum, and talking about how he had been studying computer languages that out of the blue he got the offer of a job from a geek working at the studio.

Though neither Karl or his folks had been aware of the nature of the company's business, it was a genuine offer, with arrangements to take the relevant collage courses needed for the IT industry. Leaving school early to take the placement was a no-brainer, being able to step straight into the type of career he wanted, with his employer arranging for his additional further education was a dream come true that even his parents recognised, in this climate it would be foolish to pass up on such an opportunity.

He had started at the office that Easter, and about an hour after the introductions Dmitri had sat him down for a one to one talk about system security and confidentiality, then he had been told how the company 'product' was picture sets of young girls.

He had been shocked that this might be some sort of child-porn operation, but then he was shown the web site, and he realised they actually produced picture sets that were teasing, and not blatant in that they were quite elegant and artistic, and yes many of the girls also caused him to get a boner, but hell that was just one more reason to like the job.

When anyone enquired about his new job he only talked about the technical aspects of the work until either their eyes glazed over with boredom, or they joined in talking of html code, CC and other related topics.

After that little diversion of how Karl came on the scene we return to the girls.

For those people who have never been poor, it can be hard to imagine how many simple changes a rise in circumstances can bring about, previously the girls would never have thought of washing their hair at night, for fear that going to bed with damp hair could bring about a cold or illness, but now they could actually use a hair drier, something they had simply never owned before. After helping each other in drying their hair they tidied up the bathroom before retiring to their respective rooms, with Marta thinking of indulging in the same exercise Karl had been pursuing himself that evening.

To Be Continued In Chapter 23

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For those of you who are still with me - a comment or two might be helpful, also does anyone want any hints/spoilers of what lies further along the trail? A surprise date for Marta, with a surprise ending - no not that, you'll have to read it to find out.