Crystal Clear Ch. 16

"Nadia, I need to know something. If you could help the United States versus Russia, what would you do?"

She thought about the question, "It's hard to say. Give me a situation."

"You could stop people in Russia from slowing down and hurting people in the United States. Maybe for instance, help good drugs get to market faster -- all over the world."

Nadia spoke without hesitation, "Then I'd help your country. I know Russia wants to hurt the United States in many ways; I guess because of the life style there. I don't approve."

I spoke carefully; I didn't want to misrepresent what the situation was but I didn't want to give away too many details either, at least not at this point. "What I just described is a situation I have been asked to help with, to stop Russia from hurting worthy efforts in the U.S. I don't speak Russian, and one of the people I have to meet with inside Russia doesn't speak English, so without your help I would be at an impasse."

"Oh, on that basis, I definitely help you. I do anything to help you or Crystal ... or Ellen or Claire, and the others in our circle of friends. I put all of you before everything else."

"Why?"

Without equivocation she said, "Because I know you all love me the way I love you. People that love each other help one another without question."

I marveled at how she had so simplified things down to their bare essentials.

I described a simplified situation to Nadia, telling her only that a lovely woman had some information to give to us on her iPod, and so that she still had some country music to listen to we would give her my iPod. I showed her Tanya's photograph and asked her to memorize the face because we would not have the picture after that moment. I also showed the picture to Crystal.

Nadia studied Tanya's picture, even commenting on the likely region of the country she came from based on her facial bone structure and lips. When she handed the picture back to me, I put it in an ashtray on a bedside table, lit a match, and set fire to the photo. If Nadia hadn't thought about the secrecy and importance of the mission before, that single act demonstrated to her the criticality of our mission and the level of secrecy. When the flames died out, she knee-walked over to me, her breasts swaying in a most seductive way. She hugged me, almost in reassurance of her support.

"Thank you, Nadia." I gave her a hug back. I turned to my other lover and said, "Crystal, let's see whether we can give Nadia couple of more orgasms."

Terry had arranged for a private Boeing 737 to fly our entire entourage, including band equipment from place to place in Europe, and in that case from Berlin to Moscow's Sheremetyevo International Airport. We touched down about eleven in the morning Moscow Standard Time, and taxied to the general aviation terminal where we were met by a customs and immigration team to check us into the country. A few of hours later, we were ensconced at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel in downtown Moscow, a few steps from Red Square and near the Bolshoi Theater. Terry had reserved the entire top floor of the five-star hotel.

The last time I'd been in Russia, it had been the U.S.S.R., and I had not been invited, and if my presence had been detected, I would not have been welcomed. I crashed the party so to speak on a mission that also involved the CIA and the intelligence agencies of several other countries. The Soviet Union was falling apart and those in the know could see the power vacuum that would be left. There was a scramble to keep various known nuclear weapons out of the hands of terrorist organizations. Not all the teams were successful, but mine was.

I sent Nadia off to connect with some of her family for the first time in nearly two years since she'd come to the United States. I made sure that Terry got her a fist full of tickets to the movie premieres and the concert. We were making some of her wildest dreams come true by being able to reconnect with her family, and explain to them how she supported two important American celebrities. I promised her that Crystal and I would welcome a visit from any of them while we were in the city. I suggested she bring them to the premiere parties or to the greenroom at the concert.

Our first night, the Russian premiere ofPressure Limit drew a large crowd of tuxedoes and ball gowns. The sleek crowd watched the film with Russian voices dubbed over the film's dialogue. After we were introduced up on stage before the film, Jill Danes and I were able to find a room to join Nadia, Crystal, and George Rinard for conversation until the end of the film when we would return and field a few cinematic questions. Jill and I also anticipated a few questions on her kidnapping and my rescue of her in Nicaragua.

As I looked out at the audience from up on stage, I scanned the audience for the face of Tanya Lebed, but I saw no 'swans' in the audience. In my pocket, I carried my iPod, ready at a moment's notice for a switch of any kind. I had even practiced palming the device in several ways, to give it away or to receive another surreptitiously. I involved Crystal in my practice too. We talked about how a switch might be made in a ladies room more safely than in public.

Our half hour onstage after the movie went predictably and gave me even more time to study the faces in the audience. The premiere party was in the theater, so everyone moved to the lobby areas for champagne, caviar, and other hors d'oeuvres. Afterwards, two limousines arrived to drive our contingent back to our hotel.

Nadia, Crystal, and I got into the first shiny black limousine, a luxury car instead of a stretch vehicle; I sat in front. Terry, George, and Jill got in the second car. The driver secured the doors, and got behind the steering wheel. As we pulled away from the theater, I had a chance to study the driver in the bright lights around the theater. My back stiffened. The driver turned out not to be a man as he appeared, but a woman in disguise.

The driver was Tanya Lebed.

I wondered, 'How do you start a conversation with someone who doesn't speak your language, nor you theirs. How do you suggest you trade iPods with her?'

I had a simple approach that involved one word, her name. I said aloud, "Tanya?"

The pretty driver turned to me and broadly smiled. "Da." A string of Russian immediately followed that instantly defied my abilities.

Nadia, leaned forward from the back seat, and the two started an animated conversation to which Crystal and I were not privileged. I smiled at the many possibilities their conversation could take.

Nadia finally turned to me from her kneeling position behind the front seats; "Tanya is most pleased to meet you and Crystal. She got this special job as your chauffeur for the days you are in Moscow, so you will see her all the time you are here. The company that hired her wants her to stay close by us in case we suddenly decide to go to somewhere. She can also give wonderful tours of the city and countryside if we wish."

Now, those words were not at all what I expected. I nodded to Tanya and gave her a smile I hoped she interpreted as my pleasure in what she had arranged.

Crystal asked, "How is she supposed to stay available for us? Where will she be?"

Nadia and Tanya traded Russian phrases before Nadia says, "She sleep in this car with her telephone until you need her."

Crystal said, "Nonsense. Tell her we want her to come up to our suite at the hotel. We will find her somewhere comfortable to sleep."

Tanya looked into her rearview mirror, clearly gaging Crystal's sincerity. A few words followed in Russian. Nadia translated, "She thank you and is very grateful she doesn't have to sleep in the car. She wondered if she would get any sleep, and she worried about her safety alone in a vehicle in this city late at night."

I turned to Nadia; "Ask Tanya whether she likes country music, and if she has an iPod?" An exchange of words was made.

Tanya turned to me and pulled an iPod from her pocket as we drove slowly through the city streets. She handed it to me. As we drove under a streetlight, I saw the telltale identifying nick on the back of the music player. I pocketed her iPod and handed the one that had been in my pocket all day back to her. She slipped it away, and gave me a subtle smile. At least, this part of the mission had been completed.

I insisted that the valet at the Ritz handle the limousine, making sure to keep it available for us to use at any time. I tipped him generously in case anyone asked. I allowed Tanya to follow behind us carrying a couple of bags she'd had in the trunk; the proper station for a servant, and I knew we both wanted to keep up pretenses. Anyone watching would think this a routine entourage driven in with their servant, who they kindly invited to stay somewhere in the hotel. My eyes roamed the sidewalk and lobby areas for prying eyes, but I found none.

Once the door to our suite was shut, Tanya gestured for us to be quiet. She produced a small electronic device and walked throughout the suite, waving the device through the air repeatedly, particularly near lamps, telephones, and wall hangings. I knew the routine because I had done a less sophisticated version of it years earlier; she was sweeping for bugs and hidden cameras.

After fifteen minutes and a thorough search, she spoke with Nadia who in turn translated, "The room is clean."

I invited Tanya, Nadia, and the others to sit in a circle and chat. Tanya chatted idly with Nadia who occasionally shared something interesting. I asked about Tanya's regular job and family, but all she would say is she worked with computers and her family had roots in the Ukraine, near Kiev.

Crystal and Jill wandered off together, and returned later modeling some of the sleekest lingerie I'd ever seen. As they sashayed into the room, Crystal narrated about Jill's peignoir, and then Jill repeated the effort about Crystal's teddy with a gauze skirt. Jill's outfit was a nearly transparent black thigh length jacket with a single tie between her gorgeous and very visible breasts; she wore matching thigh high black stockings with about four inches of frilly lace at the top. Over her pussy she wore a small and lacy matching thong with a subtle red heart just over her mons. Crystal's teddy was white lace against a sheer white background that allowed the skin to show through, and she'd put on her pearls to match. The little outfit hugged her torso with two belts of white satin, one just under her breasts that clearly showed through the material, and the other around her waist. The small silk panties she wore did little to hide her cleft.

I could hear Tanya's breath suck in as Jill and Crystal came into the room. She muttered a few things in Russian I doubted needed translation. Her eyes lit up, and she couldn't take her eyes off the three women. Nadia had started to drool; she rose and went to Crystal; they kissed passionately with their tongues visibly searching out the passion in each other.

Nadia turned to Tanya with a stream of Russian. I tried to guess the content of the interchange. Nadia went back to kissing Crystal, and then she nudged Crystal to Terry. Crystal settled into Terry's lap, and he immediately started kissing her and feeling her breasts. Jill came to me and duplicated the action.

Nadia whispered with Crystal, and then she grabbed Tanya's hand, pulled her up, and led her into our bedroom. I could hear the trio giggling through the open door, but Jill had most of my attention.

Just when my curiosity about Crystal, Nadia, and Tanya reached a peak, the three of them came into the living room of the suite. Tanya wore four-inch spike heels on a pair of gorgeous legs that were visible up past her hip. She wore an 'open shelf' black teddy with white trim. The shelf displayed a pair of unenhanced round breasts with excited nipples centered on glowing maroon areolas. The teddy stretched down into her crotch; however, when she turned around to show us the back, there was none; just a couple of simple straps to help hold the garment to her front.

Nadia's teddy, if you could call it that, consisted of a series of leather straps mostly emanating from her pussy in three directions up her front. Separate leather straps crossed horizontally across her front. Nadia's naked breasts hung through openings in the network of straps that wove from between her breasts and attached to a silver studded dog collar. She too wore her spike heels to accent her legs. When she turned, I felt myself harden to at least an eight, because Nadia's sweet and very naked ass showed in its tight taut splendor.

Nadia came and kissed me, allowing Jill and me to fondle her breasts. She then went to Terry and Crystal. Tanya stood in the middle of the room uncertain what to do. I could see where she might have been dared to participate in a costume show, but now she wasn't certain what to do with the open displays of sexuality and affection.

I held my arms open to Tanya, indicating that she would be welcome to come to me. She studied me for a moment, and I could only guess the struggle and decisions going on in her head. She walked over to me and stood where I could touch her.

I whispered to Jill, "Let me attend to this for a moment. I think it'll be worth our time." Jill nodded, rose from my lap, and nudged me to Tanya.

I stood and welcomed Tanya into my arms; I did not maul her body as I think she expected. I kissed her tenderly, and we studied each other's faces. Tanya had beautiful blue-green eyes that were about the size of saucers over what had transpired in the past five minutes. I kissed her again, and this time I felt the tip of her tongue trace partway over my lips. I returned the favor, and soon we were French kissing and enjoying each other's flavors. We made out for a few minutes, and I started to run my fingers up each side of her body, tracing the skin on her sides left revealed by the teddy. The passion with which she kissed measurably increased.

I hummed into one of our kisses, and then Tanya whispered to me in Russian. She took my hand and led it to one of her exposed breasts. By my motions and kisses, I tried to let her know I would take good care of her, and that I would make her happy when we made love. There might have been a language barrier, but there was not a communication barrier. We read each other perfectly. The trajectory of the rest of the evening had been clearly established. She smiled at me as I started to gently massage her breast in an erotic way.

Across the room, Nadia had stripped her revealing leather straps off, and had ingested Terry's cock. Terry leaned to his side on the sofa so he could pull the crotch of Crystal's teddy aside and perform cunnilingus on her. Each of them moaned in sexual satisfaction.

Behind me, Jill shed her peignoir, keeping on the high heels she wore. She seemed to read Tanya's emotions, because after she was naked she came up behind the Russian woman, embraced her from the back, and started to kiss her shoulders and neck. Tanya reached behind her with one arm and used it to touch Jill's nude body and urge her advances. With the other, Tanya reached down to the bulge in my pants. We were on the same wavelength.

I started to kiss Tanya's neck and other exposed skin as my hands joined Jill's in caressing and romancing our new Russian friend. We both whispered to her in soft romantic tones; occasionally she would say something back to us before intimately touching us in some way. Slowly, I untied the small satin straps that helped the sexy teddy cling to her beautiful body. Not only was our friend a computer geek and chauffeur; she also could pass as a fashion model.

When the last of Tanya's teddy fell from her body, she started to unbutton my shirt and simultaneously unbuckle the belt to my jeans. I helped the process, aided by Jill who pulled my boots off. When I was nude, I pulled Jill and Tanya to me and kissed the two of them with palpable sexual lust. Tanya dropped to her knees and proved to me that blowjobs can be just as enjoyable in a foreign country as they are at home. She brought me from a 'seven' up to a 'ten' in record time.

Jill nudged Tanya and me to the sofa. I sat and lay back, and Tanya mounted me cowgirl style. I could suck and fondle her breasts, and from the looks on her face this is exactly what she wanted. We could also kiss passionately as we made love. Jill came around the back of the sofa, and ended with her pussy just above my face where I could look up and lap at her sweet cunt.

To my surprise, and with no prompting, Tanya leaned way over me so she too could lap at Jill's pussy. We fucked, felt, and tasted like this for a few minutes before I realized how strenuous it must be for Tanya. I nudged her off, and then had her lie down on the sofa the long way. I had plenty of room to reenter her body with her legs over my own, a modified missionary position. Jill mounted Tanya's face, dropping her tasty cunt right onto her tongue. Tanya pulled Jill's pussy lips to her lips as I started to fuck Tanya again. This seemed to work for all of us.

With the creative use of my fingers, I brought Tanya to a couple of orgasms. She broke us apart and insisted that I fuck Jill. The two changed placed so I was fucking Jill as Tanya sat on her face with her eyes closed and a look of eternal bliss on her face. Tanya and I could kiss, and I kept pinching and twisting her nipples, watching the surprised looks of pleasure sweep over her as I did.

Nadia appeared next to Tanya, and the two girls kissed. After a brief exchange, Nadia said to me, "Tanya would like you to cum in her pussy. She is on the pill so no worry, but she would really like to experience you to the most. I talked to her earlier too about what a great lover you are." Nadia kissed me, and I could taste Crystal on her lips. She went back to the other sofa.

Jill had heard Nadia's comments; she nodded to me; "Bring me off a couple of times, and then you can work your magic on Tanya. Create another 'Mellon Girl,' as though there aren't enough of us already in the world." Jill stuck her head back between Tanya's legs, as I made a few extra hard thrusts into the movie star.

After I set off Jill's fireworks a couple of times, she pulled away and rearranged us again, this time with Tanya above my prone form. Jill went over to help the other women gang up on Terry.

I whispered sweet nothings to Tanya, and she talked back to me in sweet Russian words. We both knew exactly what the other was communicating. Tanya came again, and then she got impatient for me to cum. I smiled at her, and motioned that now I would bring her to a big orgasm. We started to gyrate and pound into each other. The noise of our bodies slapping together permeated the room and obliterated all other sound. We became the only two people in the universe, and we were intent on delivering maximum pleasure to each other.

I drove a finger partway into Tanya's rosebud. She'd been so close to the edge that was all it took to push her over into a strong climax. A digit from my other hand jammed into her cunt with my cock as my thumb strummed her clit. I had turned Tanya's focused orgasm into a skyrocket that exploded across the night sky in magnificent brilliance. She let loose a stream of Russian, and I had a rough guess what it meant. Her eyes had locked on mine with a mix of love and lust.

The motion of our bodies together, the feel of Tanya's spasms deep within her, and a quest for my own pleasure, came together in my own orgasm. I pushed up into Tanya's downward grinding cunt as my cock started to fire off bullets of my semen deep inside her breathtaking body. I pulsed and pulsed, longer than usual, signaling to me how much this woman I couldn't talk with had reached my soul.