Russian Translation
(This is a work of fiction)
"Hello, yes this is Bill Thompson."
I was just putting the finishing touches on a 6 month North Sea geologic study and looking forward to taking a couple of weeks off when the phone rang.
"Hey, Bob Brown. How are you? It is been awhile, old friend." I spoke into the phone to the caller that was clearly long distance.
"You're working with a Russian oil company? How did that happen?" I listened to my friend explain that he was now VP of exploration at a large Russian oil company.
"What?... 3 weeks?... Siberia? Bob, I really appreciate the offer but I just finished a North Sea study and I'm looking forward to taking some time off... Okay, okay, I'll give it some thought," as I tried to get rid of my old friend and focus on where I might go on my vacation.
30 minutes later the phone rang again and it was Bob.
"Yes Bob, I've given it some thought and I don't think this is something that I'm really interested in. Double my normal fee? Well that is temping but...." Okay I'll give it some more thought. Good bye Bill".
As I hung up the phone I thought to myself they must be really desperate. I decided a long time ago to price my consulting fee just a bit above the average in the industry. This kept the jobs to people that were really interested and serious enough to be very clear about what work they wanted and the results they expected. This got me in and out quickly with no lingering corporate crap to deal with in the middle while they decided what they wanted done.
About 40 minutes later the phone rang again. Sure enough it was Bob.
"No, Bob I haven't had a chance to really think about it," I said as he cut me off to explain the sweetened deal.
"Triple?... First Class?... 24 hour translator? What is a 24 hour translator?" He was very vague with that explanation but the triple pay would allow me to take a really nice vacation when this was done and go somewhere really special.
That afternoon I finished my North Sea project and sent it off to my client. 2 days later I was on a plane first class to Moscow. It took an additional 24 hours to get to the small town in Siberia. It was November and it was cold - I couldn't imagine what this place would be like in January and February. I grabbed my luggage from the train and began looking around for someone that looked like a translator.
Alisa tapped me on the shoulder. "Are you Bill Thompson?" she inquired in perfect English.
"Yes," I replied and turned around to see a lovely young lady about 22 years old with deep blue eyes and long blond hair that hung past her neck and down into the heavy dark coat she was wearing. I guessed she was about 5ft 9inches but beyond that I couldn't tell much about her figure because of the heavy layers of clothing she was wearing. Her face however, was gorgeous, just beautiful. She could have easily been a model.
"I'm Alisa, your full time assistant. Come this way, I have a taxi waiting for us," she said with the efficiency typical of many Europeans.
When we approached the taxi, the driver got out and opened the trunk to the car. I noticed a suitcase in there already, which I thought was unusual but perhaps it belonged to the driver. I laid mine next to it and climbed into the backseat of the car.
Even though it was late afternoon, the streets were dark because of the time of year and the distance we were to the north pole. The darkness made it difficult to tell exactly what we were passing. It didn't look like a very big town and I suddenly became concerned about my accommodations. We soon pulled into a driveway and there stood a new 3 story hotel about the typical size of a Holiday Inn Express that you would see in the US. Considering where we were, I was actually quite pleased.
The bellman was at the car and pulled both suitcases out of the trunk the second we pulled up. They were waiting for us at the reception desk once Alisa had paid the driver and exited the taxi. There was lots of talk in Russian but the clerk got excited when Alisa said "Bill Thompson" and the clerk handed me a large brown envelope.
Alisa turned to me. "He would like you to sign the register. The bill is being paid by the company and it includes any meals or other costs you might incur while staying at the hotel. The bellman will take our luggage to the executive suites."
"Oh Alisa," I said, "would you thank the bellman but I prefer to take my own luggage up to the room. Just something I've always done and it gives me the chance to wander the hotel and stretch my legs after a long trip."
The bellman handed me a single key and wandered off toward the front door of the hotel.
I didn't quite understand where Alisa's room would be and why they didn't hand her a key also but perhaps she checked in earlier. When I grabbed my luggage, Alisa grabbed the other suitcase and she followed me into the elevator and made no move to press a different button after I did. She followed me down the hall, waited until I had inserted the key and then followed me into the giant room.
"Alisa," I said turning to her once the door was closed, "I don't understand where you are staying."
"I am your assistant. I stay with you."
"No there is only one bed. I don't understand what is going on here. There must be some mistake. You can't stay here. It's just not right," I stammered.
She looked at me with tears welling up in her eyes and began shedding the layers of coats and sweaters. She got down to her bra and panties. "Am I not pretty enough for you? I'll make love and give great blowjobs." She reached around and unhooked her bra and let it fall off her front, revealing two of the most fantastic tits I have ever seen, probably a C cup with just a hint of sag. Each one had a prominent pink nipple that stood up about 1/2 inch (1.5 cm). "I can ask for a replacement for you if you don't like me."
"No, No - I think you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. I just didn't realize your duties as translator included this," starring at her amazing tits.
"Yes, our VIP's with the company get services 24 hours a day, even when they aren't working at the company."
My brain went into overload - I've never been in a situation like this. I didn't want to take advantage of someone that might be exploited.
I headed to the closet and pulled out a large terrycloth robe and put it around Alisa.
"No, I do not want a different translator." I turned around facing her. "I'm sorry but I'm a bit old fashioned. I believe the most important word in making-love is love. I'm here to do a job and in the process I have met a beautiful, charming, intelligent woman with a delightful personality. Lets just see where that takes us, okay?" I said kissing her on the forehead.
"Okay, so I'm a bit tired from my travels. What do you say we stay in, order room service and make an early evening of it?" Noticing the single king sized bed, "well we'll have to work something out on the sleeping arrangements but we are both adults and I think this will work out just fine," I smiled.
I think this made Alisa feel better.
Dinner came and we ate just chatting about this part of Russia and the political, economic and social issues of the day. Alisa was amazingly brilliant. Her insight into issues in Russia, often had a unique perspective. Afterward we decided to watch some Russian TV and although I couldn't understand a single word of it, Alisa helped translate some of it and the rest was easily deciphered from the body movements. Eventually Alisa got really quiet and she slumped over and laid her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her and sat quietly just enjoying having this beautiful woman next to me.
Eventually I shook her quietly and said, "Hey beautiful, it's time for bed. You need to wake up so you can go back to sleep."
She groggily got up and opened her suitcase an pulled out some black lacy underwear.
"Sorry," she looked at me sheepishly, "this was all I brought. I was expecting something different."
"No need to apologize", I said. "I'm the one that didn't understand what was going on and changed the rules on you."
She removed all her clothing and put on the lacy attire and climbed into bed. She rolled over on her side and within a minute she was sound asleep.
Feeling tired also, I removed all my clothes except my boxers and climbed into bed. I rolled over on my side facing away from Alisa and within minutes the stress of the 2 days of travel caught up with me and I fell fast asleep.
"Bill, Bill, wake up the electricity is out," I heard as someone started shaking me. It was Alisa and for some reason she seemed to think it was important to let me know the electricity was out. "Okay thanks," I mumbled trying to get more sleep.
"No you don't understand, when it is 45 below outside, this room is going to get really cold in just a few minutes. We need to share body warmth," Alisa said and with that she got out of bed and fumbled and found her purse and produced a flashlight. She went to the closet and grabbed every extra pillow and blanket and dumped them onto the bed. She then removed all her clothes and climbed back into bed and slid up right next to me.
"Bill, you need to remove your underwear," she said.
Not sure why but I did as she asked and reached down and sent them to my toes. She then reached over and wrapped her arms and legs around me. I wrapped my arms around her and instinctively began rubbing her back.
