Click Bait Ch. 04

It was hard to imagine that only a few days ago she had been in a similar town car heading to the Conrad Hilton in Washington. She had no idea where she was but one thing was for sure, she was nowhere near L.A. where Dmitriy Yakovich was titularly based although he never stayed long in one place. He was rumoured to have a number of residences across the USA and in many overseas countries.

She shivered when she realised that if the driver was to take her to an airport and put her on a private plane she could end up in a country with no extradition treaty with the US. Jennifer realised she was being melodramatic. She was just a pretty transgender woman who had been abducted to become a sex slave for a customer on Dmitriy's website and had piqued Dmitriy's interest. She wasn't that special.

Thirty five miles away Dmitriy Tanas Yakovich was enjoying a late breakfast in his estate near Portsmouth New Hampshire. His current PA Tiffany Crouch had laid out the morning papers on the dining table and opened a number of tabs on his tablet that required his urgent attention.

The wifi and device encryption were more secure than any Defense or law enforcement cypher and Dmitriy dealt with the issues that Tiffany had brought to his attention quickly, one of which was to confirm to the buyer that he had acquired the attractive young transgender woman that the buyer had ordered. The buyer, an Arab sheik in the UAE, should be grateful that Dmitriy himself was about to inspect the merchandise personally before he had it shipped.

Tiffany flittered around Dmitriy annoying him. He could sense that she felt insecure. Dmitriy was losing interest in her and she didn't share his bed as often as she used to, instead Dmitriy would choose a girl from the stable of women at his disposal. Sometimes Tiffany would be asked to join them but most often not.

He opened a tab where the pictures of Jennifer Edwards had been uploaded and studied her. She was so petite and so beautiful and unique that Dmitriy was captivated by her. He had never been with a transgender woman before. It wasn't that his interest hadn't been piqued it was more to do with his concern that his masculinity might have been questioned.

But when the sheik had placed his special order it made Dmitriy realise that no one would ever really question his masculinity, and if they did they would soon regret it. We lived in a day and age where gender and sexuality were accepted as being fluid, there were now openly gay mobsters and even female mafia bosses.

Dmitriy was becoming jaded and was looking for something exotic to rekindle his desires, not that he wasn't a virile man who fucked women daily, but he was looking for something unique to inflame his passions. When he read the sheik's special order it captured his imagination and when he saw the pictures of Jennifer Edwards he was beguiled by the petite red-headed vixen.

Trust Katya Kuznetsova to fill the special order. He still had a soft spot for his old flame but he made it a point to never show favour to those he had finished using. He'd had Tiffany contact Vlad and instruct him that he would personally inspect this unique chattel before she was shipped on. He had seen the brief flare of anger and jealousy in Tiffany's pretty eyes when he had told her to do so and it only further inflamed him.

Tiffany came in again to personally take away his plate. She deliberately leaned into him so that her breasts rubbed his arm. She was wearing Poison, Dmitriy's favourite perfume and when he looked down at her legs he could see that she wearing tan fully-fashioned stockings with dark seams and Cuban heels. Dmitriy had a nylons fetish and demanded that all women in his employ and those brought to him for his pleasure wear either pantyhose or stockings.

Tiffany knew that Dmitriy had a particular penchant for classic nylon stockings. She seldom wore them; usually wearing sheer pantyhose for the convenience but today for some reason she was wearing his favourite nylons.

Dmitriy knew why. Whenever Dmitriy inspected one of the special orders Tiffany went out of her way to look her sexiest and to tease and inflame his desires, giving into his every whim and performing sex acts for him that he knew that she didn't particularly like. She felt insecure and so she should. Before Tiffany Crouch there had been Priscilla Montgomery, before her Katya Kuznetsova and before her Tiffany Lawton and before them a string of other beautiful intelligent women who had been Dmitriy's Personal Assistants.

A woman was less likely to try to overthrow him. Not that he didn't trust his many lieutenants, but he kept them distant. His PA was dependent on him for her life and she was treated with loving respect and knew his darkest secrets... until he tired of her or something better came along. He'd only had to kill two of his previous PAs who for various reasons had lost his trust.

The others had retried to live a life of luxury and two of them ran high-class bordellos run by his organisation and Katya worked for him through Vlad finding girls to fill the ever-increasing demand for fresh-faced pretty young women. All of his former aides were kept under surveillance because they knew so many of his secrets.

Tiffany's honey blonde hair tickled his cheek and her breast pressed harder against him as she leaned into him. Dmitriy's hand went to her ass and squeezed her buttocks through the tight skirt she was wearing. The fabric slipped across her plump buttocks. He knew then that she was wearing the plain pink transparent full-cut panties that he especially liked. He put his hand under her skirt to confirm his suspicion stopping briefly to caress the dark welt of her stocking.

Tiffany kissed him as Dmitriy's fingers stroked her shaved slit through the diaphanous panties. He was rampant and for the moment had forgot about Jennifer Edwards as his tongue explored Tiffany's mouth and his fingers explored her vulva. He knew that Tiffany was seducing him to take his mind off the beautiful transgender woman who was arriving today but he didn't care what her motives where. Right now he had an erection that needed tending to even if he did have a busy day ahead of him.

Dmitriy was concupiscent and impatient. He pushed back his chair and physically lifted Tiffany onto the table and pushed her down so that her ass was on the edge. He was wearing a handmade Derek Rose Verona 52 jacquard pure silk dressing gown and nothing else. He opened the dressing gown to expose his huge organ and rubbed it on Tiffany's thigh, dribbling pre-ejaculate on the dark welt of her stocking.

He could see the lips of her labia through the transparent pink panties, dewy droplets of vaginal secretions in the folds indicated her arousal. She gasped when Dmitriy rubbed the head of his cock on her vulva, pushing the gossamer fabric into the folds of her labia, bringing cascades of sensual pleasure from her clitoris and intensifying his own gratification as his glans rubbed gently on Tiffany's nylon-shrouded vulva.

Impatient, Dmitriy used a finger to ease aside the gusset of Tiffany's panties and slowly pushed his bloated organ inside her tight vagina until it was buried inside her up to the hilt. Tiffany moaned and wrapped her legs around Dmitriy's waist, encouraging him to fuck her. She ensured that her stocking-sheathed legs were inside his gown so that her nylons caressed his bare flesh. She knew what he liked.

Dmitriy lifted Tiffany up so he could he could kiss her as he slammed his cock in and out of her steaming cunt. She put her arms around him and screamed into his mouth as she orgasmed. One of the things that had drawn Dmitriy to Tiffany was her ability to experience multiple orgasms; she had climaxed the very instant he put his cock to her and taken her virginity.

Dmitriy's was the only cock she had ever known and as far as she was concerned it was the only cock she ever wanted. His massive organ fitted her vaginal sheath perfectly and she always came hard and often when he fucked her.

Dmitriy kissed Tiffany harder and increased the intensity of his thrusting, her climax had inflamed his lust and he was close to extremis. The feel of her silken-sheathed legs on his sensitive skin, her warm wet vagina squeezing his cock, her lips on his, her tongue in his mouth, the rampant beating of her heart, triggered his orgasm. Dmitriy held Tiffany by her thighs and drove his cock all the way inside her and deposited his scalding issue deep in her cunt which triggered Tiffany's second orgasm.

Dmitriy left his organ inside Tiffany until he had finished ejaculating, his cock convulsing and his knees trembling, then he quickly extracted his deflating organ. He eased the gusset of her panties back into place and patted her pudenda, watching his semen and her juices soak into the diaphanous fabric. He eased Tiffany's legs from around his waist and closed his robe.

"Good girl. Now go and clean up and ensure that all the arrangements have been made for our guest," he leaned down and kissed Tiffany affectionately on the nose.

Tiffany hopped down off the table and straightened her skirt. She felt sticky and defiled and her cunt was still tingling but most all she felt used. Not that she minded being used. She and Dmitriy had spent languid weekends in bed experimenting with all kinds of sexual deviances but sometimes they would just spontaneously fuck: in the back of his limousine, on his private plane, in his box at the opera, in the pool, in a closet in someone else's house, and of course, in his office. But this morning felt more like a convenient formality; simply a satiation of desire so as not to distract Dmitriy from other pressing matters.

Tiffany Crouch couldn't have been more right and she left the room pouting sulkily with her panties sodden and her nylons askew.

Dmitriy retired to his bedroom for a long languorous shower.

Just as Dmitriy was taking his shower and Tiffany was changing out of her nylon stockings into a pair of practical pantyhose, the car with Jennifer Edwards embarked was pulling into the driveway.

Jennifer noted the security. There was a sandstone buttress running along the front of the house with flowering plants and arborea planted atop it. Ostensibly the low wall looked ornamental but Jennifer knew it was designed to counter anyone trying to drive a car bomb or a ram-raider into the house.

Men in black suits, some of them openly carrying longarms, patrolled the grounds. She noted the floodlighting mounted on poles and the many security cameras that would provide coverage of the whole property.

She knew that she was close to Dmitriy.

Tiffany Crouch came outside to greet Jennifer.

"I'm Tiffany Crouch, Dmitriy Yakovich's personal assistant," she introduced herself without offering her hand.

Jennifer sensed the animosity immediately.

"Follow me," Tiffany turned and Jennifer followed her.

Still dressed in the little black skirt and jacket with the red satin blouse under and her flesh-toned glossy pantyhose that had caught a runner somewhere, Jennifer felt dirty having only had a birdbath the night before.

"You smell and those clothes simply won't do," Tiffany led Jennifer up a curving marble staircase to the second story and into a large bedroom.

Jennifer noticed the scorpion tattoo on Tiffany's left ankle; the same one she had seen on Katya at the safe house.

"You will find everything you need in this room. Do not leave it until I come for you," Tiffany said curtly.

"I'll need my clothes. My suitcase." Jennifer snapped.

"There is no need for you to unpack. You won't be here for long," Tiffany glared at her.

"The clothes that Dmitriy wants you to wear are hanging in the armoire. You will find lingerie in the drawers and shoes on the bottom shelf. As I said... everything you need is in this room," Tiffany waved her hand at the room like a game show hostess.

Tiffany closed the door and Jennifer heard it lock rendering moot Tiffany's advice not to try to leave the room.

Jennifer needed to freshen up and clear her head now that she was in the lion's den. She wasn't too concerned about not having the suitcase right now; she'd need concrete evidence of Dmitriy's crimes before she activated the tracking device and although it had never been specifically stated she knew that she would have to get the evidence out of Dmitriy using pillow talk.

The shower was luxurious and she took her time luxuriating under the waterfall shower-head letting the hot water clear her mind. She brushed her teeth and used mouthwash. The tube of lubricant standing like a sentinel beside the sink reminded Jennifer why she was here. The bath towels were huge, white and fluffy and she wrapped herself in one and padded out into the bedroom where she spied a white satin robe lying out on the bed.

Jennifer slipped into the cool satin robe and sat down at the vanity. She stared at the array of cosmetics and selected what she needed and went to work.

She applied foundation and a dusting of finishing powder and blush. She accentuated her eyes with black eyeliner and mascara and for dramatic effect applied a blend of brown, grey, navy, and green eyeshadow. She put bright-red lipstick on her lips and matching nailpolish on her fingernails. It was only early afternoon but she had spied the gown that Dmitriy wanted her wanted her to wear so she had put on the appropriate dramatic makeup.

While she waited for the nailpolish to dry she contemplated her future. Katya had told her about being in almost exactly the same position the first time she had met Dmitriy. Jennifer's position was even more tenuous; she needed to get enough information out of Dmitriy so she could testify against him and provide evidence that locked him away for life. Her worst case scenario was Dmitriy deciding that she didn't interest him and sending Jennifer on her way to the online buyer.

She would activate the tracker in any event and be rescued but it would mean a waste of all that effort, time and money and Katya's cover would be blown and she would have to go into WITSEC with Uri, waiting for another opportunity to bring down Dmitriy.

Jennifer went to the armoire. There was a single black Dolce & Gabbana low cut silk dress hanging in it and upon opening the drawers and she found a pair of seamless full-cut satin panties, a matching brassiere and a pair of flesh-toned ten-denier pantyhose.

She carefully put on the pantyhose using cotton hosiery gloves and then stepped into her panties and put on the bra.

She admired herself once again in the mirror. Jennifer loved the way hosiery made her legs look long and elegant despite her being petite.

The dress fitted her perfectly and why wouldn't it? Katya had uploaded her measurements onto the sex-trafficking site. She smoothed out the dress and it was flawless, not a bulge, seam or pantyline in sight. It was knee-length with a split in the side that went all the way up to the top of her thigh. She slipped on the black patent leather Louboutin pumps and reached for perfume. One solitary bottle of Poison had been provided so she doused herself liberally with the heady scent.

Tiffany burst through the door and stood there with her hands on her hips and studied Jennifer.

"A boy dressed as a girl. But for some reason he wants to see you," Tiffany sniped.

"Come," she led Jennifer along the mezzanine to a closed door.

She knocked and waited.

"Enter," Jennifer heard a rich deep voice.

Tiffany opened the door and indicted for Jennifer to enter.

"Don't fuck it up bum-boy; he's likely to peel the skin off you if you displease him," Tiffany hissed in her ear as Jennifer passed her to enter the room.

"I am Dmitriy Tanas Yakovich and you are Jennifer Edwards of Baltimore Maryland," Jennifer recognised Dmitriy from his pictures but in real life he was even more handsome and radiated elegance and energy.

He was tall with striking blue eyes set in dark sockets that lingered on Jennifer, taking in every tiny inch of her. He had a long elegant nose, chiselled cheekbones and a narrow chin. His skin was dark and tanned and he sported a well-manicured black beard; his hair was long, thick, black and lustrous. His lithe frame was well muscled; he was wearing the same jacquard pure silk dressing gown that he had worn to breakfast.

Jennifer studied the tattoos on the parts of his exposed flesh. He was wearing some sort of exotic body spray and exuded power and affluence.

He took Jennifer's hand and softly kissed it, his beard tickling the back of her hand, the he circled her slowly and examined her like did all the girls brought to him.

"I can't believe that you were born a boy?" he said more to himself than Jennifer.

"Amazing," Dmitriy lifted Jennifer's chin and examined her face.

Jennifer was not used to people discussing her transgender identity so openly and she frowned.

"Sorry for being so forward but we need to be honest here. I've paid a pretty sum for you and I need to make sure that I'm getting my money's worth before I pass you to the buyer," Dmitriy said plainly.

Jennifer and Katya had talked about how Jennifer should act in Dmitriy's presence. Should she be the scared little girl shivering in her boots, should she be the angry bitch, lashing out at him and demanding she be released, or should she play the shocked, dazed and confused student who didn't really understand what was going on?

"You have shown remarkable resilience in your life and you are intelligent and resourceful. Best if you just act a little defiant but also resigned to a fate that you have no control over," Katya had told her and Jennifer agreed because that was how she really felt.

"The woman who held me captive... she kept me drugged and took pictures of me told me that you wanted to see me before I was sold on to some other man. The last twenty-four hours spent with the other girls in the van has enlightened me what to expect once I leave here," Jennifer said a little defiantly.

Dmitriy noted the bruises and track-marks inside Jennifer's elbow.

"I have never been with a special lady like yourself. You are so beautiful and delightful; I'm so looking forward to it. I have been captivated by you ever since Katya uploaded those pictures of you on my site," Dmitriy smiled at Jennifer.

"You mean your people smuggling site? The site you use to sex-traffic young girls and boys?" Jennifer wanted Dmitriy to admit to his crimes but he said nothing.

"Let's not discuss business right now. Please follow me," Dmitriy got up from behind his desk and led Jennifer to another door.

He opened the door and Jennifer saw that it adjoined a bedroom where a massive four-poster with satin sheets rested imposingly against the back wall.

"Let's not pretend you are here for any other reason than to join me on the bed," Dmitriy pointed at the bed but Jennifer didn't move.

He took her arm and guided her to bed and forced her to sit on the edge.

Dmitriy took off his silk dressing gown and threw it on a padded chest at the base of the bed.

Naked his muscled, heavily-tattooed body could be seen in all its glory. His muscles were ropey, not an ounce of fat on him, his body was covered in a pelt of fine black hair. His cock dangled between his legs, not yet fully-erect it was long and thick and looked dangerous. Jennifer couldn't help but stare at it.

Dmitriy leapt on her and Jennifer fell back on the bed with Dmitriy on top of her. Then he suddenly rolled off her and lay beside her.

"Sorry I was just teasing. I'm not going to ravish you. I want to explore you and find out your mysteries. You will have to help me a little; as I said I've never been with a woman like you before," Dmitriy's face was right beside her cheek as he whispered to her.

There was manliness about him, a scent, a musk that was like a pheromone; enticing and exotic. The presence of such a powerful man in close proximity was stimulating... arousing. Jennifer tried to keep her head clear; keep herself in the game.