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Junirporn SRar 2 (mf, incest, cons, pedo, preg?)
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Chapter 2
I was awakened by the sound of a vacuum cleaner whirring outside my door.
When I opened my eyes, they stung because something that I don't think I
had seen since being here was piercing my eyes: Sunshine! I couldn't believe
it! The sun actually shown in this country!
I pulled back the sheets and blankets and went to the window that looked
out on the city. For the first time I could actually see the city gleaming
in sunlight. I automatically felt reborn! You could see people down on the
street, scurrying around with a happy bounce to their walk. I could see the
gold topped orthodox churches reflecting the sun on everybody. It was 10:30
in the morning and the city came to life!
For the first time since being there I actually wanted to tour the city.
I took a shower, dressed, grabbed my tour book, cigarettes, over coat, and
headed down to the lobby. I ate breakfast in the hotel at one of the outdoor
tables. The air was clean and fresh! Everyone seemed to be smiling and happy.
I felt really great for the fist time.
I headed out for my self-tour of this once proud city. I visited a few churches,
a museum, and a few historically significant buildings. I stopped at a sidewalk
café about 1:00 in the afternoon. I had a cup of coffee and a sandwich. After
thoroughly enjoying my morning and lunch I reached into my shirt pocket and
retrieved my cigarettes. I patted my pants pockets, then my shirt pocket
looking for my lighter. "Damn!" I said to my self, "I left it in the hotel
room."
I patted my overcoat pocket and felt what seemed to be a pack of matches.
I reached in, pulled them out, and opened the pack to light a match. I noticed
on the inside cover an address and a time scribbled on it. "Huh" I thought,
"I guess it wasn't a dream."
I lit my cigarette and pondered the address scribbled on the pack. I reached
around to my other pocket and retrieved the photo of Sveta. I laid it on
the table and sipped my coffee. "Damn, she is cute," I thought. I stared
at the picture as if it would tell me what to do. I looked at the matchbook
too. "2:30" it said. I looked at my watch. Viktor would start shooting her
in less then an hour.
The address was at a very high-class hotel. It was a hotel nicer than mine.
A hotel that was reserved for important party officials and foreign dignitaries
back in the day. It was only about two blocks away. I stuffed the picture
back in my coat pocket, along with the matches. I gathered up my cigarettes
and tour-book and decided that I would continue my tour of the city.
I was following the map in the tour-book to a city garden a few blocks away.
When I arrived there I noticed that the hotel Viktor was in was right across
the street. I sat on a park bench directly in front of the hotel and debated
whether I would go in or not.
I got up and walked across the street. I paced back and forth in front of
the grand entranceway to the hotel. I started to walk in. Stopped. Paced
some more. Stopped. Started to walk in again. Stopped. I continued this ritual
for ten minutes or so, when the concierge approached me.
He started to say something to me in the native language. I shook my head.
"I don't speak … "
"English?" he asked.
"Yes, American. I speak English."
"Very good then sir." He said with barely a hint of an accent. "So have you
decided?"
"Decided what?" I asked.
"Whether you are coming in or not." He said with a smile.
"I don't know." I said. "I am supposed to meet someone here."
"Can I help you find something?"
I read him the room number from the matchbook.
"Oh!" he said impressed. "That is one of our VIP suites on the top floor.
Just go in here, turn left and you will see some telephones. The elevators
are behind them. Take the elevator to the 10th floor and turn right. The
suite will be on your left."
"Thank you" I said.
He reached over and opened the grand door for me to enter the hotel. I had
the matchbook open in my hand and was staring at it as I mindlessly followed
the directions the concierge gave me. The hotel was all a buzz with travelers,
who obviously were richer than I.
I hailed the elevator. A light 'ding' sounded as the elevator doors opened.
I stepped in, pressed the button for the 10th floor. My mind was swimming.
"What am I doing?" I must have asked myself 10 times on the trip up. 'Ding"
went the bell for the 10th floor. I stepped out. The hall was quiet. It looked
deserted. I could hear a few faint televisions going in some of the rooms.
When I approached Viktor's door. I started to knock, but then stopped myself.
"What are you doing?" I asked myself. "Get out now, while you still can!"
screamed my conscious.
I put my ear against the door. It was quiet, but I could hear two male voices
inside, and the sound of metal equipment being moved and set up. I stepped
back, and watched my hand make a fist, and lightly wrap on the door. The
voices stopped.
I wrapped on it again, a little harder. The voices started again. Then I
heard the deadbolt unlock. The door slowly opened to the width of the security
chain hooked up on the inside. An unfamiliar male face with wide wire frame
glasses, slicked back brown hair, and a crumpled cigarette in its mouth peered
around the door.
"Oh shit!" I thought, "I went to the wrong door!"
The face looked at me. It was half fearful, and half curious. He looked back
at the other person and said something I couldn't understand in his language.
I looked at the address on the matchbook, and then I looked at the number
over the door. "This is the right room." I confirmed to myself.
"Viktor" I said, "Viktor Popokove. I am looking for Viktor Popokove."
The door closed. A second later it opened again, and I saw the familiar face
of Viktor.
"Beel!" came the voice. "You have come my friend!" Then he held up his index
finger indicating to me to hold on for a second. The door closed again, I
heard the security chain slide over, then the door opened wide.
Viktor stepped out, and looked up and down the hallway. He reached over and
put his arm around me, and escorted me inside.
The room was huge! On the left was a bar with several overstuffed chairs
and a sofa. In the middle of the room stood a huge king-sized bed with a
large white headboard. Behind the bed was a huge picture window with the
sunlight cascading in providing a panoramic view of the city. To the right
was a few more over stuffed chairs and a coffee table. The door to the bathroom
was opened and you could see the mirrored wall, with its vanity lights glowing
over the shiny surfaces. Next to the bathroom was another door that was closed
but not latched. It looked like a study of some kind. I could see colored
lights reflecting off of the white walls through the crack between the door
and door jam. It looked like it was coming from a television or computer
screen. I could hear the twangy sound of synthetic music blaring loudly from
inside.
I stood there by the door. Viktor still had his arm around me and was giving
me a big bear hug. He indicated with his other hand towards the squirrelly
man who first opened the door.
'Thees is Andre Rasmuton, my assistant and all around sound guy!" Andre was
fidgeting with the equipment, which included cables, lights, a T.V. monitor
and a large professional camera. He nodded towards me with the cigarette
still in his lips.
Surrounding the bed was a collection of reflectors, which looked like silvery
white umbrellas. All the monitoring equipment was pushed up against the back
wall. A video camera on a tri-pod stood poised at the foot of the bed. The
T.V. monitor showed the perfectly made bed.
"Where's the girl?" I asked Viktor.
Nodding his head towards the study door he said, "In there, getting ready
for the shoot."
Hearing the twangy sound of the synthetic music, I asked, "What is she doing?
Playing video games?"
Viktor started laughing heartily. Andre said something that sounded like
a question. Victor responded in his native tongue. They both started laughing.
"Yes my friend! That is what she is doing!" he laughed. "Playing video games!"
Andre laughing shook his head in agreement "Whideo Games!" nodding in agreement.
"Come my friend, lets have a drink!" Viktor said as he headed over to the
bar.
The only alcohol that this country seemed have, and plenty of it, was Vodka.
I don't particularly care for Vodka.
"No thanks" I said, "I'm not a big fan of Vodka …"
It seemed that was exactly what Viktor wanted to hear. He clapped his hands
and said "Good! I have something special for my Ameerikahn friend!"
He went behind the bar with a big smile on his face, reached down and retrieved
a small square bottle. It was clear, with a brown liquid in it. He turned
the bottle to show me the label. 'Virginia Gentleman' was what it said.
"Boorbon whiskey!" he said with pride. "You Ameerikahns like the boorbon
whiskey, yes?"
I nodded in stunned excitement to see my favorite brew.
"Wait!" He said, like an excited child. He reached down again and retrieved
a large green plastic bottle. He held it up to read the label. "Swepts …
ginger aile!" He placed both of his proud possessions on the bar.
With pride he said, "It took me six months through the black market to get
these things! Amereekahn boorbon whiskey, and ginger aile!"
"My god!" I said to myself, finally my favorite drink, bourbon and ginger!"
I watched as Viktor reached down and picked up an ice bucket. He opened the
lid and plopped four ice cubes in a glass.
"And ice too!" I said to myself.
I watched as Viktor poured the bourbon and ginger ale into the glass. "Come"
he waived to me. "Have a seat. We'll drink in celebration, while Andre finishes
setting up the equipment, yes?"
I walked over to a comfy chair. Viktor came from around the bar and handed
me my drink. I took a sip. I felt the alcohol sooth me with its warm flow
through my body. It was divine!
Viktor then sat in the chair next to me. "So tell me, my friend, are you
norvis?"
"Nervous? Yeah, I'm nervous. I've never done anything like this at all."
"You've never made love to a beautiful girl before?" He asked.
"No … I mean yes … I mean I've never done anything on camera before. I don't
know anything about lighting, or camera angles, or …"
Viktor held his hand up to stop me from rambling. "Not to worry, my friend.
I make you look good. I study feelm making at the University."
He took a sip from his drink, and leaned towards me. "You have girlfriend,
yes?"
"Yeah."
"You make love to her, yes?"
"Yeah."
"Just make love to Sveta the way make love to her. I'll take care of the
rest."
I nodded my head, took a big swig of my drink, and savored the feel of the
alcohol coursing through my body.
Andre said something to Viktor. Viktor shook is head in agreement. "Lets
go my friend, eet is time to meet Sveta.
We got up and walked over to where Andre was. Viktor shouted something to
the door of the study. The only word I understood was 'Sveta'.
I stood next to Viktor who was leaning against the back wall with Andre.
They both had their arms crossed, looking over at the door. I watched as
the door slowly opened, and the child emerged. She was beautiful! Only, she
looked younger than in the picture I had of her. She looked closer to eleven
or twelve, as apposed to thirteen or fourteen.
My mouth dropped open. Viktor and Andre saw my reaction and smiled approvingly.
She was long and lean. She had wavy blond hair, white skin, and piercing
blue eyes! She wore a blue sheer nightgown, with fuzzy blue trim. I could
see through the sheer material of her nightgown. She was wearing a tight
silver bra pressed hard against her flat chest. She was also wearing, what
appeared to be, a matching pair of silver panties. Strapped onto her feet
were silver wrap around high-heeled sandals.
I drained my drink. I looked closer at the girl. She seemed to be visibly
excited. She was breathing heavily. Her face was flushed, and her eyes wide.
I heard the twangy synthetic sounds emanating from the study again. I looked
around Viktor and Andre towards the now open door of the study. Perched on
a dresser was a T.V. The sound that I had heard was the fake synthetic sound
of music one hears in a porno video. On the screen was an adult blond woman
with big tits, straddling a guy, fucking him, while sucking the cock of another
man who stood over her.
"Video games?" I asked Viktor.
He smiled and shrugged his shoulders and said "eet ees easier to show the
young girl than to have to explain it to her."
I considered the comment for a moment, and shook my head in agreement.
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