The jumbo jet bumped from feather smooth to rumbling wheels as it touched down at Philadelphia National Airport. Tatyana saw the surrounding river and marshlands beyond the runways. They reminded her of the Belarus countryside where she had lived her mediocre life of 20 years. The reverse engines lurched her forward in her seat, jostling her breasts, but she was anchored by the lapbelt.
The airplane rolled along the ground for a long time, finally finding its berth among the myriad of airliners. The cabin came alive as passengers netted their carry-ons from the crammed overhead compartments. The file of flight weary people trudged towards the port of entry bureaucracy.
With her rudimentary English and the student VISA in her passport, Tatyana worked her way through the formal gantlet of documents, stamps and questions. Her smile and animated movements charmed her way through the long lines. She exited Customs with her sole valise to the hooting throng awaiting specific passengers. She spotted the handheld sign reading: Tatyana - Golden Dollar Casino.
The uniformed chauffeur took her bag and, holding tightly to her arm, guided her through the terminal to the waiting limousine. As they approached, the passenger door floated open and Tatyana was steered into the rear seat. Her journey was reaching its end.
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The journey had started in a small neighborhood nightclub. She was one of the finalists in the wet teeshirt contest. Another girl won the vanilla-version titty contest. Regardless, Tatyana was pleased to accept a drink from the mysterious gentleman who complemented her on her crowd appeal and wondered about her future plans. Curious by nature, she listened as he regaled her with tales of a greater world outside Belarus. Having no immediate plans, or prospects, Tatyana was drawn to the idea of a hospitality career in America. The gentleman made casino and stage entertainment, even waitress and staff jobs, sound glamorous. She wanted that dream to come true. She agreed to meet his colleagues for interviews and talent tests.
Tatyana completed the follow-up round of health checks and interviews. Each step towards her dream was a step further from her inhibitions. Each encounter was more salacious. The medical tests evolved from routine exams and lab tests to intimate assessments of her feminine particulars. Male professionals, and sometimes women, evaluated her social and sexual aptitude.
Tatyana fell into an ever darkening world of sexual depravity but stayed focused on the light at the end of the tunnel. She set aside her scruples and kept her eye on the goal: America. She persevered through the trials. Now the prize was in her grasp and she held on tight. The girl from a poor neighborhood in Minsk had arrived safely in the New World after a tumultuous trial of willpower.
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The gentleman from the Minsk nightclub received Tatyana into the limousine. She had not seen him since that first night. He was all smiles and smirks.
"Tatyana, it's so good to see you again. Here, sit next to me. How was the flight?"
"It was very long but very interesting. It was my first time in an airplane. I am so happy to finally be in America."
"Well, my colleagues and I are also happy you are here. Your work schedule will start soon, after a day or so to recover from the jetlag. In the meantime, we will get you settled into your quarters and orient you to your duties. Speaking of which, now would be a good time to start that orientation."
The gentleman ran his hand along Tatyana's thigh under her loose skirt. Her flesh was warm and smooth. His hand quested higher and found her pantied cameltoe, soft and supple.
"As talent scout and recruiter for Eastern Europe, I identify young women but I let the syndicate specialists screen them for suitability. One perk of my position is conducting the first orientation session once the women arrive here."
The gentleman lightly caressed her womanhood through the silk. He let a frown skitter across his face
"Tatyana, please remove your panties. They are in my way."
Tatyana hesitated but only for a moment. This wasn't unlike the intimate interviews in Minsk. She lifted her ass and slid the silky panties off her legs. She set them on the seat opposite him but the gentleman leaned across, brushing his cheek to her breast as he snatched them up. After a deep sniff, he pocketed the scrap of cloth. They would join the growing trophy panty collection in his office.
The gentleman spoke with quiet authority, "Open your legs a bit."
Tatyana inched her thighs further apart. The gentleman twisted towards her and introduced his long finger to her mouth. Tatyana accepted the digit between her lips and suckled it. The gentleman withdrew it and leaned in for a kiss. As they probed each other's mouth with tongues, the gentleman re-rummaged under Tatyana's skirt and probed her bare cunt lips with his wetted finger.
Tatyana experienced the simultaneous invasion of tongue and finger into her warm, wet openings. The gentleman wiggled the digit until Tatyana yipped as he brushed her G-spot. Target located, he fell into a circle-and-slide motion that provoked that delicate bundle of nerves.
In no time at all, Tatyana peaked and spilled her ecstatic breaths against the gentleman's lips, held tightly there by his other hand behind her head. As Tatyana floated down from her orgasmic perch, she shuddered as her flushed face fell against his shoulder. The gentleman maintained his manual caress in and on her vulva. When he felt her give a last tension-clearing exhale and shiver, he stopped his motion but kept his finger embedded as he talked.
"It appears your file has some accurate information. You can and do orgasm quickly. We will help you learn to manage the timing for maximum effect. But for now, it's my turn to cum. Show me your best blowjob skills."
With a final finger wiggle, the gentleman withdrew. Laying his hands aside, he leaned back and granted Tatyana easy access. She opened her blouse's top buttons to cool her blushing bosom. The gentleman harrumphed and nodded, liking the rosy view. Tatyana should have won that Minsk teeshirt contest but such was the fickle of that audience.
Leaning in, Tatyana unbuckled and unzipped the gentleman. She laid the panels wide. His cock was showing plumpness. Affectionately, she aligned him carefully. With everything in position, she licked and slurped the crown between her lips and sucked. She bobbed cautiously, testing the rigidity of his cock. The gentleman grasped a handful of her wavy dark hair and signaled the initial stroke pace.
Tatyana followed his guidance with long slow dips and sucks. The gentleman let her head go and tilted his own head back against the headrest. Closing his eyes, he relaxed his neck, back, arms and legs totally into the black leather cushions. Tatyana noted his capitulation and fell into her beloved blowjob role. Her tongue, lips, tonsils and hollowed cheeks consecutively massaged the gentleman's swollen organ in a melody of slow-motion actions. Before long, the gentleman was moaning at the top and bottom of each slow stroke. She gave his cock an extra tongue swipe there each time. Tatyana never hurried the pace, stretching out the action while stretching out his erection.
The stretching finally reached its limit and the gentleman broke out pulses of cum into her mouth. The gentleman bounced and jiggled in the seat. His orgasm was strong but he refrained from excessive noise. Tatyana sucked and swallowed. She held him until he noticeably deflated, then searched closely in his groin for any wayward cum strands that might have leaked from her mouth. Finding none, she smiled proudly at her ability to pull forth and preserve a man's essence inside her mouth.
The gentleman smoothed his palms on her head before taking a hair-hold and drawing her up. She refastened his fly as the limousine came to a halt. She quickly adjusted her own clothing. A uniformed doorman held the door as she emerged and gaped upward, awestruck at the twinkling skyscraper that disappeared upward into the dark night. Tatyana lowered her gaze to the tower's sparkling brass and glass entrance. The doorman tipped his cap as he chirped, "Welcome to the Golden Dollar Casino, ma'am. We hope you enjoy your stay". She was pretty sure she would.
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Tatyana's suitemate was digging through the closet, trying to find her ruby-red stilettos. The Thai beauty wanted every bit of elevation she could muster when she worked the casino floor. Naturally voluptuous, the added height gave her the hourglass illusion men preferred. And that illusion consequently gave her the increased tips she preferred. It also garnered the profitable opportunities she sought for off-floor activities arranged by the Madam Hostess.
Sippawan had only been in America for a few months. Sippi had not arrived by air as Tatyana had, but disembarked from a boat after a month long journey from Southeast Asia. Her poor family had traded her to a dealer in Bangkok. There were simply too many mouths to feed and Sippi had been old enough to leave home and make her own way in the world. Bundled into a packing container with other indentured women, Sippi had been shipped on a freighter bound for Philadelphia.
Once at sea, the girls were allowed movement about the cabins and bridge decks. They saw the vast expanses of the Pacific Ocean. The jungles of Panama were almost close enough to touch when the freighter trans-shipped the Canal. In the Caribbean, hazy islands slipped past on the horizon. For the final leg up the Delaware River to Camden Yards, the women were confined to the special smuggling container until it cleared inspection by lazy custom officials.
The boring month long voyage had been made bearable by sensual activities with the international crew. Sippawan's nubile beauty quickly attracted the Captain's notice and she became his exclusive companion. Sippi enjoyed the comfort of his private cabin over the far less private common crew quarters. The stacked bunks vibrated noisily day and night as the girls and crewmates engaged in successive off-duty flings.
Sippi exclaimed an "Ah hah!" as she held the red shoes high. She leaned over to slide them on, jostling her unconfined breasts inside the billowy wrap dress. Tatyana saw what the patrons would see when they peered down at Sippi's petite figure with its grand mounds of chest meat. Sippi erected herself and did a slow twirl for Tatyana, the fabric's sparkling sequins drawing attention to the buxom young Asian.
"Do I look okay?"
"You look marvelous, as usual. The guests are going to go wild. What's on your plate tonight?"
"Madam Hostess said I will work the private room. Some lobbyists are hosting a VIP, probably another Congressman. What about you?"
"I already have a private one-on-one session pre-arranged for later tonight. Until then, I will be a cocktail hostess on the gaming floor."
The women completed their preening and preparations and departed for their respective assignments. As they were navigating the hallways, they passed Rachel. She was stunning with her red hair, star blue eyes and statuesque build. Her large bauble earrings and necklace swayed and bounced against her freckled skin. The women exchanged brief pleasantries. Rachel was always friendly and inquisitive but rather reticent about her own past. The others suspected her past life had been violent or abusive which she preferred to forget about within these glamorous settings.
Tatyana listened as the Floor Supervisor reminded them about their rules and roles. Keep the patrons just intoxicated enough to play riskily but ease back on the alcohol if they showed signs of becoming too inebriated to continue losing money. Be lavish but subtle with the boob presses and cleavage lean-ins. The house made its money on a cut of the gambling takes. Any tips the waitresses could keep completely for themselves. After shift special liaisons were allowed and even encouraged but must be approved by the Madam Hostess who handled the fee collection. The split was a fair 50-50 between the girl and the house.
