If you are about to read this, then you probable agree with me. Despite the abundance of pornographic images available on the web, you can't beat the written word for fuelling fantasy. Enjoy!
All people in this story are over 18, and so should you be.
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In the village where I was born, in the Romanian Danube plains, there were a lot of pigs. Some of them had four legs. One of the others was Goran, my stepfather. He beat my mother into submission, he raped my big sister Maria so many times that she left home, and then he started on me, when I was too young, small and fragile to resist. My best friend, who was also called Maria, gave me excellent advice and practical help. Her father was a chemist, and she got me the pills I needed so that I didn't get pregnant.
'Now just lay back and enjoy it!' she told me β and I did just that.
Before I was nineteen, Goran got himself shot dead in a dispute about some of the four-legged pigs, so that my mother hadn't a hope of keeping the home on what I earned as a waitress in the village's scruffy bar, plus what she herself could make doing a bit of casual sewing and cleaning.
So it was that when a big black car drew up on the village's muddy square one damp April morning, and a man in dark glasses set his gaze on me, I knew that I had to go.
Even then I knew a suave bastard when I saw one, and Sergei, as he asked me to call him, was all of that, promising me a job as a dancer in 'high-class clubs' β because 'he thought I moved gracefully' β yeah! I asked him where and he was vague, saying that it was a nice place, with good audiences. If I had had any options, other than a continued life in that desperate, damp, cold village, I should have told him to go and fuck himself. I told my mother I was going away, collected a few miserable belongings, and climbed into the big sleek car.
I sat beside Sergei in the back, and he, surprisingly, I thought, made no move to touch me β perhaps my ratty old jeans and bomber jacket didn't do a lot to turn him on, I suppose. It was an hour's journey to the city, and we pulled up outside a big block which bore no nameplate, but looked like a hotel or an apartment building. Sergei nodded to a bored-looking guy as we walked through a reception area, then we rode up in a lift to the seventh floor, where he led me out into a carpeted corridor, and through double doors into a huge, sparsely-furnished room. Sat at a big, ornate desk in one corner was a guy in his fifties, distinguished-looking, longish black hair flecked with grey, immaculately dressed in a dark three-piece suit with a red silk tie.
He steepled his hands on top of the desk, and regarded me silently, while Sergei turned, equally silently, and went out the way he had come in.
'Hmmm,' he said at length, 'turn around please.' I did so.
'Yes β and your name?'
'Eva, sir,' I said.
'And I understand you are interested in a change of career?' He said this with a half-smile playing about his handsome features, so that I was more sceptical then ever about where my destiny may lie. Beggars, however, I thought, couldn't be choosers!
'Yes sir,' I confirmed.
'My informant said you may have potential, Eva,' he said, 'we shall have to see.'
He continued to look at me in a disquieting way, while he pressed a buzzer on his desk and waited as a door behind him opened, and in walked an Asian girl about my own age, with beautiful long glossy black hair, dressed in a short white housecoat and sandals, like a nurse.
'Maya,' said the man, 'this is Eva. Please take her and get her prepared. I want to see her in two hours' time.'
'Yes, Mr. Ivanescu,' she said, and ushered me out with her.
We went down a short corridor, and into a big dressing room with lots of cupboards and mirrors, and an en-suite bathroom. Maya told me to undress, and didn't seem in the least inclined to allow me any privacy while I did so. I wasn't used to being watched, but guessed I'd have to get used to a lot of new things, so slipped out of my old jeans and tee shirt, and stood there in my bra and panties while Maya scooped up my old things.
'We'll just get rid of these, shall we?' she said, rhetorically, because she was already stuffing them into a dustbin bag as I opened my mouth to protest at the loss of my only clothes.
She turned to me, smiling prettily, 'Take the rest off, then, while I get the shower warm, Eva.'
I felt oddly shy as I tip-toed naked to the shower, crossing my arms over my breasts, but the water was an unaccustomed joy, silky and warm β we had no hot water in the village, and showers were restricted to once a week at the local gymnasium, if you got there in time! Whilst I was enjoying the caress of the hot cascade of water, I hadn't realised that Maya was climbing into the big cubicle behind me, and it was a shock when she started expertly shampooing my hair, then rinsing it thoroughly with the shower-head. I cooed with pleasure at the sensuous feel of her hands, and, thus encouraged, she gave my shoulders a little gentle massage, and then allowed her long, delicate brown fingers to trail lightly down to my breasts, lingering over my nipples, which responded involuntarily, becoming as hard as rocks, and drawing a deep little moan from somewhere deep down in my throat.
All too soon, she turned off the flow of water, and said, briskly, 'Come on, we'd better get dried off, hadn't we?' She reached two huge white fluffy towels from a shelf, and handed me one. We dried ourselves, and then, having wrapped her own hair in a towel, set about drying mine with a big electric hair-drier, while I relaxed in a recliner, feeling like the Queen of Sheba. Our conversation was extremely limited, as she seemed to have little Romanian, and we shared only minimal English. As she was completing her task, my long blonde hair almost dry, a door opened, and in came another Asian girl, this one more oriental-looking than Maya, and whom she introduced to me as Lily. She was also slight and pretty, and carried a black case, like that of a doctor. She set it down beside me, and opened it up. I couldn't resist a peek: it seemed to contain all kinds of instruments, and I was none the wiser, until she started giving me a thorough manicure and pedicure. She took her time, during which Maya was trimming and brushing my hair expertly, as well as attending carefully to my eye make-up. When Lily had finished with my fingernails, I had been fitted with a set of long, porcelain artificial nails, which looked for all the world natural, varnished a lovely pink.
Next, Lily took a dentist's spreader out of her case, and inserted it in my mouth. I had never been to the dentist's for more than a check-up in my life, so I was confident she would find nothing amiss, but it was not my teeth she was interested in. Deftly, she pulled out my tongue, and put a small clip on its tip to keep it in place, while I made a useless attempt to protest. Equally quickly, she took out a little can of spray, and squirted some onto my tongue, then immediately took up what I knew instantly was a piercing tool, and concentrated briefly on perforating my projected tongue. Smilingly, she waved a tiny silver stud in front of my eyes, and I realised then that her own tongue was pierced too. In no time at all I was the possessor of a silver stud in my tongue, false nails and false eyelashes. When, after she had finished painting my lips, Maya showed me my image in a hand-mirror, and I stuck out my tongue, I could scarcely recognise the sophisticated young woman who looked back. The two of them then started a conversation in a language I didn't understand, pointing at my well-trimmed pubic bush. (I kept it trimmed, for when I wore brief shorts at the gym) Lily giggled, then took a canister from her case and handed it to her colleague. When he sprayed foam all over my mound an around my pussy, I realised what they were going to do, but when Lily took out an old-fashioned straight razor, my eyes opened wide.
'Hey!' I exclaimed, 'what theβ¦.'
But it was too late, and Lily was already concentrating expertly on swiftly taking off every vestige of hair from my mound. Then she eased my legs wide apart, gently lifting them over the arms of the chair, so that I was totally exposed for her to work carefully around my labia, right up my crack to my anus and beyond, so that I was completely depilated. Then Maya moved in with a towel, wiping away all the excess foam, and then easing oil onto all the tender newly-exposed flesh. When she smoothed her hand over my mound, down to my clit, and her fingers slid through my inner labia, I let out a little gasp, an she looked at me, with a nice twinkle in her eyes, which seemed to brighten still more as her oily finger continued its slow journey and lingered around the puckered little hole of my anus, just teasing the portals of that secret entrance. Then she moved away.
I tried to ask Maya what it was all about. If I was to be going abroad, why all this? She either didn't understand, or wasn't allowed to comment.
Lily packed up her things, and left, whilst Maya busied herself selecting clothes, presumably for me, from the many wardrobes and cupboards. Some she packed into a big suitcase, whilst she hung a few things on hangers.
'Finished,' she announced, 'you can dress now!' and I got up to see what she had got out for me. Wordlessly, she handed me a hanger, from which trailed a long gown, made of silver-grey silky material, which had a soft, luxurious feel to it.