Chapter 51: Nadja Goes To The Woods

Mark

“Look John. You know us well enough by now. We ain’t gonna kow-tow to some unspoken rules, just because it has always been that way. If you come here unannounced, you will most likely encounter most if not all of us naked. Heck, you might even walk in on us fucking each other’s brains out. We ain’t gonna change our lives to protect ourselves from intruders. If anything, we’ll just take our lives elsewhere.”

John looked at me wide-eyed, but I wasn’t done yet.

“I know you mean well, and the last thing we want to do is hurt you or your business, but we ain’t gonna change. Take your pick. You can send us an invoice to recover the financial cost we have incurred and terminate Lydia’s contract, or you hike up her fees to recover the loss and keep her on the books, but be advised that we ain’t gonna become someone else just to please fuck anyone.”

Not only John was looking at me wide-eyed by now. Even Nadja did, although I was sure she hadn’t understood even half of my rant. Since John spoke no German, I had to deliver it in English.

Then John started to laugh out loud.

“Hot damn, kiddo, that judge wasn’t exaggerating when he said you would make an excellent lawyer. A crap after-dinner speaker, mind you, but a good lawyer. And you might wanna be cautious. You lose your carefully crafted faux British twang when you’re ranting. For the record, I ain’t gonna terminate anyone’s contract. But for Christ’s sake be more careful. The media don’t play fair and the day might come when I don’t get wind of it in time and such a photo ends up on the internet. You would never make that one go away.”

“You could pocket my proceeds from the Playboy shooting,” Lydia offered. “That would make up for some of the losses.”

“That’s another thing,” John said. “Although we kept it from the public, word about the incident has gone round in media circles and they’ve changed their offer. They would pay a helluva lot more now, but only if it were you and Nadezhda posing. I also got inquiries from, let’s say, more hard-core oriented publications, but I’ve already told them where to stuff it.”

Regina explained the situation to Nadja in Russian and we were all anxious how she would react. After all she had had a rather broken history as far as her body was concerned.

“I have nice ass in photo, will have nice ass in Playboy too,” she said and we all chuckled. I marveled at the fact that her German had become so perfect, while her English was every bit as atrocious as I remembered it from four years ago.

“Okay, I’ll have the contracts drawn up. I still have the contacts of Nadezhda’s management. I’ll allow them to use my estate on St. Kitts and Nevis for the shooting. That photo makes it clear that you two going nude posing together wouldn’t end up without entertaining each other on the side. You’re safe from prying eyes there at least.”

“Speaking of which,” Regina chipped in. “Perhaps we should all disappear from the radar for a while. The last place they would look for you would be our neck of the woods. The media don’t know me. The guesthouse is finished and it would only be a two hour ride for Nadja if she wants to visit over the weekend.”

“That’s quite a good idea,” John agreed. “The next hack desperate enough for a story already has legs. You can liaise with me through our Berlin office. I think Mark’s old account is even still active.”

Lydia

The story of our life in a nutshell. We had come to America to find freedom, and now we were going back to Germany to hide from America. You couldn’t make that shit up.

At least it would make a lot of people happy – Regina in particular. For all his newfound fondness of Nadja, it had not escaped my notice that Mark had spent a lot of time with Regina, usually rutting like rabbits or just cuddling on the sofa. The two of them had badly missed each other.

I had feared that Mark’s sentence to do community service hours would cause problems to leave the country, but those fears proved unfounded. For starters, since we had chosen Breast Cancer Action as the nominated charity, his bodypainting me, Meri and Nadja for the charity run in autumn would count towards it. He also had twelve months to put in the hours and, sentence or not, he would probably do way more than the required eighty hours anyway. It was after all a charity we all cared about.

Thankfully Fred and Jack were at hand to fly us to Germany, and the Granada was still with Meri and Regina, so we would not run into baggage issues.

Nadja

The last time I had flown in such a luxurious plane was when Lydia’s manager had arranged a flight home to Russia for me in 1992. And this was Mark’s and Lydia’s own plane!

I was a bit surprised at first when Lydia and Regina took off their tops and bras as soon as the seatbelt signs went off, but then I did the same, and we all giggled, seeing how much Mark loved it. Not that he could hide it. When he had an erection it was visible.

I shook my head, still unable to believe the change in my life. Not only had Mark pushed all my bad memories back, with so many pleasant ones on my mind now. I could pleasure Lydia or Regina, or be pleasured by them without being decried as a Gomosexualist, which was pretty much a swearword in Russia. I could also have myself being taken away with the fairies by Mark, on the same day if I fancied it.

My thoughts were interrupted when I felt Mark’s hand gently running over my breasts. He had found out over the week that this was an effective way to calm me down when I had bad memories or if I became very emotional.

“Are you okay, Nadja?” he asked me, concern in his voice. “You were shaking your head.”

“All okay,” I said, smiling at him. At the same time I debated mentally if it hadn’t been better to say otherwise, just so I could enjoy his gentle touch a little longer. Satisfied that I wasn’t in distress, he stood to go back to his seat.

Regina gave him a hard slap on the buttocks. “You can’t just make her horny and then leave her in a lurch, you lout.”

Properly chastised he came back to my seat and I smiled at him, slowly pushing down my leggings.

Lydia

The flight had been rather uneventful, well, if one didn’t count Nadia’s howling orgasm somewhere thirty-thousand feet above Ontario, and then Regina’s above Greenland, and mine above the North Sea. Mark’s tongue certainly had gotten a proper workout.

One couldn’t accuse us of ungratefulness though. He had also taken delivery of three blowjobs in return.

We had made refueling stops at Gander and Reykjavik, and an extra stop to deliver Nadja to her German home base, Braunschweig. I could see how hard it was for Mark to say goodbye. He thought he hid it well, but that tear running down his face had not escaped my notice. Femke had certainly not exaggerated when she had told me Nadja would now be a permanent part of our lives.

Oh, well, it was Wednesday and Nadja would surely be back by Friday night at the latest, and I was quite sure that Meri, Regina and I could keep him occupied until then.

Mark

We had been in Senftenberg for just one fucking night, and the shit was already hitting the fan.

I walked in on Lydia swearing furiously at someone over the phone, in German. Jeebus, she would have been thrown out of a cheap roadside joint for the use of such foul language. Regina certainly looked horrified by the vernacular in use. It was a good thing Jenny was out, karting.

“What the fuck happened?” I asked after she had slammed down the receiver.

“Thomas, that’s what happened,” she seethed.

“Your old coach? What has he done?”

“Well it looks like he had secret hopes about Nadja, the old pervert. He has gotten wind of what happened in Pasadena somehow and terminated her contract in a jealousy fit.”

“Fucking Christ!” I said. “He hasn’t done something to her in the past, has he?”

Lydia shook her head. “But he certainly didn’t take it well that she’s with someone now. Why the fuck do I always end up trusting the wrong people? I thought he was a good one.”

“He was and probably still is a good one,” I said and hugged her. “He kept both you and Nadja from getting caught up in doping, didn’t he. You can’t really fault a guy for having a crush on such a gorgeous girl. He just didn’t go about it very professionally when his hopes were dashed.”

“We need to find a new coach for her,” Lydia said. “We’re not entirely blameless for what happened.”

“Is there anything that prevents you from becoming her coach?” Regina asked. “I mean, you’re four years from retirement, you like her and you could get a head-start on a lucrative business, for when your competitive career is over.”

“Well, I’ve certainly heard worse ideas,” I concurred.

“I’ll call her, she’s probably quite emotional right now and would probably be more comfortable speaking Russian,” Regina decided.

“I haven’t said yes, yet,” Lydia chipped in.

“Have you smoked something, girl?” Regina asked. “She licks pussy like the best of ‘em, could learn from a three-time Olympic champion and think about just how happy this here hunk will be when she’s around more often.”

“Can’t fault that logic,” Lydia said and chuckled.

Lydia

Regina had not managed to get Nadja on the phone, but it turned out a call had not been necessary in the first place. By the time we had tried to call her, she had already been on the Autobahn. Half an hour after our attempts to contact her, she had shown up at the door and jumped into Mark’s arms, crying.

“What the hell is he doing?” Meri whispered angrily, getting ready to interfere. “This is the worst possible moment to strip her down and fondle her tits.”

“Just watch,” I whispered back, holding her back by her hand. “He knows what he’s doing.”

Soon Nadja had calmed down and we could tell her calmly that she had just walked into the temporary home of her new coach. She hugged Mark and then me tightly, and then Mark again.

Meri sidled up to me and we continued our whispered conversation. “He calms her down by fondling her tits?”

“It’s probably just the gentle touch that calms her down, but we’re talking about Mark here. Where else would he apply it?”

“You’re right, silly me,” Meri said, rolled her eyes and chuckled. “But my goodness it certainly worked.”

John

I wasn’t quite sure if I was too keen on the idea, but in the end common sense prevailed, mainly the common sense that Rhonda threatening me with exile to the dog house until the end of time was a threat to take seriously.

Nadezhda Fedorova was now a client of ours and her new coach went by the name of Lydia Karass. This would either make us gobs of money or blow up in our faces in spectacular fashion. The odds were fifty-fifty.

Love her or loathe her though, Lydia was raking it in for our company big time. I just wished it would come with less background drama.

Meri

“Good to see you back at your old self,” I said with a grin when I saw my sweetheart come into the kitchen, stark naked.

“You don’t have training today?” Regina asked me after planting a kiss on me.

“No, they’re doing a one-day race in Poland today. Way too many hills for this here girl. I’ll take the little one to the track in the afternoon, so if you want to help yourself to a piece of Mark, you better do it then.”

“What about you though?” she asked. “He’s been here for three days now and you haven’t made as much as a move on him. Did something happen between you?”

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I will eventually, after all, you lot got me really hooked on being double-teamed, but I also want to wean myself off it a bit. I’m happy as a clam at high tide living with you and the little one. I know Mark will always indulge me, but I only really want to ask him when I really need it.”

“I get strange vibes about this,” Regina said. “What happened?”

“Absolutely nothing,” I said. “Only that I realized that you are everything I ever wanted. Now, the occasional craving for a man won’t probably go away completely, but I don’t feel as strong an urge anymore, and I’ve never been as close to him as you, Lydia or Nadja.”

She kissed me again.

“Do you want me to cut back on it too?” she asked.

I chuckled. “Sweetheart, you could just as well have asked if you want me to cut an arm off you. I had to buy washing powder every three weeks, because you went clothed for three months. That’s how badly you missed him. Do you seriously think I could be happy if I knew you were not?”

“I love you,” she said, her eyes moist, and we both shared a very passionate kiss.

“Now throw something on you,” I said. “The little one will be back in ten minutes.”

Mark

“If you ever get tired of running, you could always try to beat Jenny,” I said with a chuckle.

We were on our way to Groningen to introduce Nadja to the cycling team and she had volunteered to drive us there in her car. To say she had a sporting driving style would have been an understatement. She was a safe driver, mind you, but also a fast one. Whenever the traffic situation allowed, she wasn’t shy to hit two hundred kilometers an hour. We would certainly not be late.

“I had the engine tuned,” she said. “Costs a bit more in fuel, but it is so much more fun.”

“What car is that anyway?” I asked. I’ve never seen one of those before.

“Toyota Paseo,” Nadja said. “Smaller version of the Toyota Celica. I didn’t want to have a flashy car. In Russia you don’t really want people to know that you have money, unless you also have bodyguards.”

I could hear Lydia gasp on the backseat.

Lydia

“Goodness me, Lydia, when I asked you for ideas for a replacement, I didn’t think you’d bring another Olympic medal winner.”

“She has the same physiology as I have,” I told the DS. For Nadja’s sake we were talking in German. “It was a no-brainer, really. Oh, and before you ask who her coach is, she’s standing right in front of you. You don’t have to fear any current or past issues with PEDs.”