“Oh yes, much better!” Thomas thought enjoying her arrival at the table, the visual feast of her exotic features, her long jet black hair in a ponytail over her shoulder, clothed in sexy black silk trouser suit as one might find on a concubine in a harem and with her belly button showing off what he assumed was a crystal stud.
“My God, she’s ravishing!” he mused.
Getting up quickly, something he noted Oleg hadn’t bothered to do, Thomas smiled at her just as he did earlier in the day, only this time he shook her hand as her mother was not present, then her companions one after another before motioning for them to take up position opposite him in the booth.
On autopilot from the trauma of the afternoon, Nara forced a smile back towards him as he took her hand. It wasn’t lost on her that there appeared to be an aura surrounding him as she assessed his physical attributes. Tall, handsome black hair flecked with grey, and forcibly focused brown eyes, her initial impression was one a man of strength and maturity and in his late thirties.
“He looks as though he doesn’t miss anything,” she thought while tuning her mind into flirting mode. “Seen and done many things!” she further added, inwardly reasoning that you didn’t become an Oligarch in Russia by being soft.
As he held on to her hand instead of kissing air on her cheek, as was common in her homeland, she felt his power in his firm but gentle grip as he continued to look into her eyes as he introduced himself. Immediately she felt her heart jump. Being well trained she knew that he was sexually attracted to her, Nara flicked her long jet-black hair.
Her staged “flirt” was ruined and she had to stop herself from the urge to throw up as Oleg took hold of her arm painfully to motion her to sit by him. It was not lost on Thomas that it was sort of thing you would expect an alpha male gorilla to do so to establish his position over the females in his harem in response to an interloper.
Watching the beautiful girl wince as he grabbed her, Thomas sensed that it obvious she couldn’t bear Oleg’s touch although he didn’t know why.
Awestruck by her beauty, Thomas continued to stare at her intently.
As he did so Nara smiled at him again while she picked up a flute of Champagne.
Having realized the increasing level of flirtation between them both, Oleg took the opportunity to assume a position of ownership over Nara by pawing the side of her face.
“THOMAS, YOU LIKE MY ‘JELEP DOVE,’ DON’T YOU?” Oleg asked over the Russian pop music.
“She most definitely doesn’t like you, old boy!” Thomas thought, having caught sight of the beautiful girl’s second wince of the night.
Pressing his ownership again over her, a move that Thomas assumed was merely for his benefit he watched as Oleg pawed her again only this time more firmly by grabbing the other side of her face and pulling towards him. It was a motion made easy because he had made her sit next to him.
“You should have seen her this afternoon when I was fucking her in the ass—” Suddenly with fire in her eyes, Thomas watched in awe as the beautiful girl smashed her champagne glass and went for Rejejow. The other girls screamed together in chorus.
“FUCKING PIG,” she yelled in Russian then switching to Turkmen she screamed, “Gyrmak sen!” meaning, “I will kill you!” she hissed quickly in succession with such hatred and venom.
It was an effort that had also certainly saved her life, although she didn’t know it at that time, as Oleg’s guards appeared out of nowhere to forcibly grab her.
Nara fought them all the way as they leaned across the table and violently pulled her out of the booth spraying the bottles of champagne and whiskey, the flutes of the Epernay nectar, and plates of Sushi out of the way.
“Yuri, take this fucking whore away, and when you have finished with her get rid of her!” Oleg said in disgust while looking at his soaked suit.
Brushing it off as “matter of fact,” flicking the liquid from his hand that had sprayed all over him from the champagne flutes plus other glasses that had gone flying in all directions, Thomas coolly and politely joined the conversation.
“Oleg Mälikgulyýewiç, but then what will I do for the evening?”
Surprised, Oleg smiled in return before replying in Russian to his guest. “Well there plenty of other toys here, Thomas. This one’s a wild horse who needs to be put down!”
Restrained in Yuri’s arms, her “moment of fire” over, Thomas could see the young girl by her look of fear in her beautiful eyes, had calmed down enough to realize that she was now moments away of being raped then murdered.
“Yes, Oleg Mälikgulyýewiç, but I want this one,” he insisted looking into her eyes smiling, determined to defuse the situation by making fun of her afore-mentioned fire, by dismissing it as trivial in an effort to save her life.
Looking at her and seeing the same fear in her eyes over the folly of trying to “glass” him, Oleg denied Thomas’s request again.
“No. Thomas, I do not want to risk any injury to you riding wild horses in Turkmenistan; it is a dangerous sport for the inexperienced,” he said at his attempt at humor.
Instantly a chorus of evil laughs from his minions echoed around the table while the drained looking Nara stood slumped in Yuri’s arms.
“Allah has decreed I am to die for committing sins of the flesh by the hand of his man,” she thought in despair to herself as she waited to be dragged off.
“Oleg Mälikgulyýewiç, would you sell her to me then? For one always needs a filly to break in?” Thomas asked again, making one final effort to save her life as he watched the light go out in the beautiful child-woman who was being held by his bodyguard.
This time, Oleg pondered the request as it suddenly dawned him on that the Englishman was serious.
The fact was that the Englishman was a powerful man and having been ordered by the President to look after him and keep him happy, Oleg was smart enough to recognize the opportunity his guest was offering him to regain his honor not to mention the chance to make a deal of which he would be the main beneficiary.
He accepted the challenge.
“Twenty-five-thousand U.S. dollars!” he quoted a price he thought even a man like Litchfield would baulk at.
“Done,” Thomas answered without hesitation, as he reached into his jacket and promptly pulled out a thick wad of cash then put it on the table.
Having heard the interplay between them on the next table Mikhail motioned one of the assistants with him that was carrying a briefcase to hand it over to him.
Opening it Mikhail, then pulled out another collection of wads. Cash being king in the former Soviet Republic, you always made sure that you had money for bribes on you—just in case.
“There you go, Boss,” interjected Mikhail handing over the money to Thomas who promptly parked another wad of dollar bills on top of the ones he had already set on the table as Nara and the other girls looked on dumbfounded.
“That should be the twenty-five! Please have her suitably delivered to my suite with her passport and travel papers!” Thomas said, the deal done.
Not wanting to lose face, but happy that he had made a good profit of forty-five-thousand dollars that day, if you included the money he had already taken off the beautiful Jelep who just tried to kill him, Oleg Mälikgulyýewiç Rejejow offered his hand to reflect the agreement: changing Nara’s and Thomas’s life forever in the process.
“Allah?” Nara’s mind whirled. “Who is this man?” she asked inwardly as Yuri dragged her off to collect her papers and things.
“Why in the hell did I just do that?” Thomas thought, as Oleg and he joked and toasted each other health for the umpteenth time that evening.