From Russia With Lust, part 3: The Ballet School (Final)

Written by Centaur

Introduction - We left Olga, Sergey, Leah, Connie and Jessica entertaining the Marker family. In this final part to the story we join our group as they entertain our attorneys and their daughter, and the Pastor and his family. Reading Parts 1 and 2 will increase your understanding (and hopefully your enjoyment) of Part 3 presented below.



Chapter 1 "Well that was a hell of a business meeting," Olga said in Ukrainian to Sergey and Leah when they sat down at the breakfast table the next morning. "I thought Bob lying on his daughter while fucking his young wife was fantastic, and Heather using her fingers to bringing the girl off was a great move. I think we can repeat that when we film over at their house."

"You are absolutely right Olga, it gets me hard just thinking about it, and Bob's right, that young bitch Heather can suck a cock - almost as good as you honey," Sergey added wisely.

Olga just smiled at him, he was being considerate and she liked it when he did that, it was something he had learned since coming to America, in the Ukraine men didn't bother. "I think that Connie is getting almost to the point where we could get her to participate without the drug, she's definitely emotionally involved with me right now."

"Jessie is the same with me," Leah said. "I'll bet it won't be long before she and her mother are licking each other's cunts every night with no drugs."

"Or fucking each other with that vibrating strap-on Connie is so attached to," Sergey laughed.

"So those two lawyers and their daughter Sarah are going to be over tomorrow night, we need to have a plan," Olga said, taking a sip of her strong espresso.

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The next night Mark, Carol and Sarah were standing in front of Olga's door. Carol was poised to ring the doorbell but Mark was still taking on his cell phone. It had rung just after they stepped out of their car in the circular driveway.

"No Jake, no. I don't want you to submit any sort of offer to them unless it comes though me first - look I'm supposed to be your counsel, let me be that. All right, just don't do anything, call me tomorrow morning," Mark pushed the off button on his Blackberry.

"Are you ready now Mark? Or should we stand here like statues for a while so that you can talk to half-witted clients. I told you not to take another attorney as a client, they're nothing but trouble," Carol said in disgust.

"All right, all right, I'm done. See I'm turned it off," the tall, thin lawyer said, waiving his Blackberry at her.

Muttering under her breath Carol pushed on the doorbell. She was surprised to see Connie Mason open the door.

"Oh, hi Connie, I forgot you were going to be here. This is my husband Mark and our daughter Sarah," Carol said stepping to one side so that Carol could see her husband and daughter.

"Uh hmmm, yes, well, Connie. Carol has mentioned you to me," Mark said nervously, first holding out his hand and they drawing it back without shaking Connie's. He was obviously remembering the context in which Carol had "mentioned" Connie - while his wife was pretending to be licking on her cunt while he pretended to be fucking her between her tits - which he noticed were everything Carol had described, and then some. Seeing her in the flesh, so to speak, had him befuddled.

Olga suddenly appeared along side Connie since it seemed to be taking forever for their guests to make an entrance - they had heard their car doors slam several minutes ago.

"Please to come in, welcome to our home. I am Olga Romanski," Olga said, reaching out and taking Carol's hand, leading her into the entry hall, hoping her husband and daughter would follow. Connie was right Olga thought, the woman's hair did look like shit - they might have to get her to wear a wig for the video if Connie couldn't fix it. In the Ukraine the babusia (old women) would say it looked like squirrels had nested in it.

Olga, Mark, Carol and Sarah all crowded onto the couch to look at Olga's scrap book while Connie sat in the chair next to Sergey facing them. Jessica and Leah sat on the floor next to Connie's chair. Connie noticed that there was much less social conversation with this couple than with Bob and Heather. Sarah also seemed very quiet, almost withdrawn unlike Lisa who was enthusiastically participating in the discussion by this stage.

Mark asked several questions concerning any additional fees for dance wear, trips, or other costs not covered in the tuition. He was also very interested in the payment schedule and any refunds they might be entitled to if Sarah dropped out or was dropped from the program. When Olga brought out the contract Mark pounced on it like a dog on a bone. He took the contract, quickly scanned over it and then told Olga that they would get back with them in a few days.

"Actually Mark, I need decision now, I am interviewing several girls and when I have right number I stop interviewing. Those who sign are students, all others not. I think Sarah would be very good dancer, her height and long legs will be advantage for her, plus I think she has the heart," Olga said, patting Sarah's hand.

"Oh for God's sake Mark," Carol said shortly, "sign the damn contract and I'll write the check right now. There is no need to drag this out, it's very simple, this isn't some sort of merger. Madam Olga is obviously a very gifted dancer and instructor, Lisa Marker is already in the program and you know what a good businessman Bob Marker is. Just let this happen right now and we'll all be happy, I don't want to lose this opportunity," Carol said digging her checkbook out of her Dooney & Bourke brown suede handbag. The last thing she wanted was to do was to have to listen Heather Marker give her shit all year about how much fun Lisa was having in ballet lessons; besides she wanted Sarah to be involved with girls her own age somewhere besides at school, and she spent way too much time in her room and on her computer. She quickly wrote out the check and gave it to Olga.

"Thank you," Olga said, handing the check to Leah who had come over to the couch. "And now let's have a toast to the start of Sarah Jackson's career as a dancer." ......(cont)

.......Read the entire From Russia With Lust, part 3: The Ballet School (Final) ....written by Centaur.
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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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