
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.




