Russian Translation

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.

We lay quietly for a few moments and I do have to admit I was feeling warm, well perhaps in more ways than one.

"Bill," Alisa said in a quite voice. "Your cock is pressing hard against my thigh. Can you either make it go down or stick it between my legs. It kind-of hurts".

"Okay, have you seen how beautiful and sexy you are? It ain't going down," I said incredulously.

I reached down and pushed my cock toward her crotch and at the same time she parted her legs slightly and my cock slid wonderfully along her pussy. Alisa let out a moan and then pushed her legs back together trapping my cock next to her pussy.

I looked at Alisa in the dark "Don't you dare move or I'll end up shooting cum all over this bed."

"You mean like this," and she gave her legs a playful squeeze pushing my cock closer to the place it really wanted to be.

"Holy shit you're evil," I moaned and grabbed Alisa tighter. "Be merciful to a foreigner that isn't use to having a beautiful, sexy Russian woman in his bed. You do that again and you'll sleep in the wet spot. I am the boss," I smiled.

"Oh you think you're in control here do you," Alisa replied giving her legs a squeeze and letting out a tiny giggle.

"Oh fuck," I moaned.

We both laid there quietly just hugging each other in the total darkness for quite a while. Then I felt it - a slight twinge as Alisa tightened her legs around my cock ever so slightly. Then again a little harder. Again a little harder. Again a little harder. Again a little harder. Now she was pushing her hips into mine to get my cock to slide up and down her pussy. Each time she pushed it was with more force and longer strokes. She was now breathing heavy and mumbling something in Russian. Her lips met mine and instantly her tongue found its way into my mouth.

Three minutes later she screamed out and her body convulsed as she had an orgasm. She mumbled a lot of Russian and was breathing heavily. She started to quite down and she whispered, "I haven't cum that hard in a very long time."

I kissed her hard on the mouth and whispered back, "I need some alone time, I have a huge problem down there that I need to fix and soon," I was panting and trying to keep it under control.

She smiled, winked and instantly disappeared below the covers and about a second later I felt her mouth engulf my entire cock. I could feel the suction as she pushed it down into her throat and pulled it back out until the tip made contact with her tongue where she swirled her tongue against it and then pushed it back into her throat.

She did about 3 strokes and I pulled back the blankets to give her some air and so I could play with her hair and squeeze those fantastic tits that were rubbing against my thigh.

I only lasted about 2 minutes and I felt that wonderful preorgasmic feeling spread all over my body. Suddenly with the force of Krakatoa, my cock exploded shooting hot molten cum into the source that was giving me pleasure. Alisa simply took it, she didn't cough, sputter or choke. After about the 4

th

shot of cum I don't remember much but when I did regain conscious I felt her gently suckling on my softening cock trying to get the last of the cum out of it.

She let it pop out of her mouth and headed back to the head of the bed dragging the covers with her. She put her head back on the pillow and said, "see no wet spot. We Russian women are very resourceful."

At that very second, a click sounded, the clock on the nightstand began to glow and a whoosh of warm air came from the vent above the bed. "Wow I'm beginning to like this place - the women are resourceful and the timing of the electric company is perfect."

Alisa curled up next to me and we both fell instantly asleep.

I woke up the next morning to knocking on the door. Alisa was already up and dressed and I could hear her answer the door in the other room and assist with the breakfast cart that was being pushed into the room.

"Hey Bill, time to rise. Breakfast is here. We have a meeting with Bob Brown at 10:00. The Exploration team wants to meet at 13:00. The head of engineering and his staff want to meet us at 15:00 and some intern wants to meet you at 17:00," said Alisa from the other room, looking at the contents of the brown envelope I was handed when we checked in.

"Who's the intern?" I asked pulling back the covers and looking for my underwear.

"I don't know, I haven't met her yet," she replied. "Her name is Irina. Bob set it up and that is all I know."

"Oh yes!" Alisa exclaimed as I walked into the other room still looking for my underwear. "That's what the pleasure stick looks like. It looks as good as it felt. Damn that was nice last night," as she got a dreamy look on her face.

Not sure where my underwear went to as I sat at the table and ate breakfast. Alisa was quiet and would look over at my lap and squirm a bit in her chair as she also ate breakfast.

When finished, I quickly took a shower, dressed and we both headed to the hotel entrance where there was a car waiting to take us to the office complex.

The day went really quickly as I met with various groups to get to know them and discussed what I would be working on over the next several weeks. There was no need for Alisa in my meeting with Bob so she went off to do other things but she became an indispensable part of my work because almost no one spoke English and one of the things I was going to have to do was to bring the company up to latest technology and geologic concepts.

"So Bob, what is the deal with the translator? You know I don't do that shit. I don't need a prostitute," I somewhat admonished Bob.

"Bill, I am so very sorry. I had no idea they offered "that" kind of service until after I scheduled it. Apparently we have a lot of slimy Chinese executives through here and they contract a company to provide "full service." I just asked who we used and contacted them. When I found out what they were doing I called around and couldn't find anyone that had an English translator. I finally called them back up and threatened them if they didn't send me someone that spoke English I would turn them into the agency for exploited women. Is she okay?" Bob asked.

"Yes, that is the weird part. She speaks better English than I do. She is amazingly well educated, smart, beautiful, I can't figure out why she is doing this," I pondered.

"The Russian government is really weird, they don't like people leaving and leaving can cost a lot of money. There is almost no opportunities for well educated people. Sex is big money here, the government turns its head. So if you are a woman and you want enough money to get out of here, this is one way to do it," Bob said.

At 17:00 Alisa and I walked over to the conference room where I was to meet Irina, the intern that Bob had arranged for me to meet. As we rounded the corner I saw the glass conference room with Bob and a beautiful young woman seated and talking quietly. I opened the conference room door and Alisa and I stepped in. Alisa and Irina locked eyes and both instantly screamed and ran to each other and hugged.

Bob and I looked a little stunned. "Well Bob", I said, "they either know each other or this country has some really unique greeting rituals".

"I'm guessing they know each other," Bob said, still a bit confused.

The Russian began to be spoken like I hadn't heard since I got there.

I leaned over to Bob, "any idea what they are saying?"

Bob looked really confused as he listened intently to the Russian being spoken so fast it all sounded like one word. "It's either an orgy, a book club or a drinking game. It makes no sense." Bob pondered shaking his head and listening intently.

"Ladies, I'm sorry to break this up but we came here for a reason," I spoke loudly to get control of the room.

"Oh, so sorry," Alisa said, "we haven't seen each other in years, since we were roommates in college."

"College," Bob and I said in unison. Now making a lot more sense than it did a few moments ago.

The girls quickly settled down and the proposal Bob had, was for Irina to shadow me while I was in town. Irina had just completed her masters degree at Utah and the thinking was that I could help jump start her career by pushing her into the new technology instead of having her learn the existing outdated system they were planning on dumping anyway.

We discussed my plans for the new technology transformation over the next several weeks. I would roll it out to division managers over the few weeks I was here and help them apply it to the geological work they were doing. After I was gone they would teach their staff. They could supplement that with consulting from the software vendor. Irina's help would be invaluable as they moved forward to implement the system corporate wide. She would serve as the main person to make sure it gets implemented consistently throughout the company.

The meeting lasted about an hour and afterward we all decided to grab some dinner. Bob picked an excellent restaurant that gave us the opportunity to talk and get to know each other a bit better. After the meal Bob paid the tab and excused himself and indicated he had some obligations at the house. I've known Bob a long time and he is a classic early to bed, early to rise person so I knew dinner was the only thing he was going to join us for.

The girls wanted to party and although I'm usually up for a little night life I was feeling a whole lot of jet lag and tomorrow I wouldn't be able to exist off of adrenaline like I did today. The girls looked at me funny when I explained my jet lag but both understood. Alisa explained her obligation to Irina and although it was clear they wanted to go out to a club, I suggested they come back to the hotel and they could catch up in the front room while I slept in the back.

Irina drove us back to the hotel and on the way she spotted a liquor store and made a brief stop. Her and Alisa jumped out and within 5 minutes they were each carrying a bottle and what looked like a bag of snacks.

The room was set up as a suite with a living room and behind it a bedroom with a bed. There was a thin door between the rooms that allowed it to be closed and block the light from the other room but not much else. When we got back to the hotel room the girls got the party ready by laying everything out on the table and getting the glasses ready.