The romantic sooky sooky story PART8

As they left the hospital, she kept wondering who this man was, and he kept thinking...

"WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO?!"

Queen Fedorov,now LADY Fedorov stood naked, staring at herself in the mirror. Life had been far too cruel to her, giving her crows feet around her eyes, and all manner of wrinkles at the, what she thought, tender age of 45. Her deep blond hair no longer held its exuberance, nor did her gray eyes, her breasts or her derriere. Oh no, life had been far, FAR too cruel. 

She ran  a hand carelessly over her breasts and the thatch of hair between her legs as she thought deeply. 

Her door was suddenly flung open, revealing Sasha, his hair never out of place, and he closed the door shut behind him and slowly walked over to his mother. He stopped 2 feet away from her, and studied her naked form, his pants getting tighter by the second.

Their eyes met and she flashed him a seductive smile. "Like vhat you see, Sasha?" He licked his lips in response, "Da(yes), let me have you now." He said eagerly as he closed in on her, his tongue licking his lips constantly. She took a couple steps back, "There are things to discuss first." He hesitated then nodded. He sat on her divan, he knew that he would get what he wanted soon enough, she always gave him what he wanted.

"Now, have those two idioti contacted you since the last phone call?" it was safer to speak in English, since a total of 5 staff members knew the language.

"Net(no). Vhich means one ov two things, They either failed and are afraid that ve vill vithdraw the money we sent, or they succeeded and vish never to speak to us again."

"It has been far too long now, Sasha. if she is alive, I doubt, vhy has she not gone to police and told them who she is? Da, she must be dead by now, net? Now here is plan, lyoobov(love)." She seductively walked over to him, touching her thin lips, her bird straight nose, then to her 'not-so-up-there' 36 C breasts and straddled him where he sat.

"Idi syooda(come in here)." She said to no one in particular. Suddenly, a young girl with black hair, pale skin and deep blue eyes appeared from the small tea room in his mother's bedroom.

Sasha suddenly had a lump in his throat as his whispered, "Aarti?"

Lady Fedorov threw her head back and a deep maniacal laugh echoed in her room. " Net, Net , but it looks like her, Da?" She said in his ear, his heart rate increased tenfold at the sight of the girl. His mother ran her hands through his hair, releasing it from its moussed confines. "I found her on a corner in downtown, she vas selling her body."

"A prostitute?" his Russian accent rolled of his tongue.

"Yes. She had awful red hair, and green eyes. But that was easy to take care of, so was convincing her to do this. Vhen I told her she had to impersonate Aarti, she grew excited to live the life of the rich, like a real whore. It is a pity we shall get rid of her when the time is right."

Sasha stared at the girl, "Something's off about her."

"Vell, she is paler than Aarti, her breasts are bigger, but we can spread around the castle da the princess is a little nympho dat has begun to fuck!"

"But Aarti is a virgin." He mumbled.

"Vhat? And how vould you know dat?" She asked, suspicion rising by the second.

He turned his head away from his mother's piercing stare. "I read it in her diary."

His mother laughed again, "How stalker-like of you! That behavior is highly suspicious my dear. Should I be vorried?" 

He looked at her and shook his head, 'No'.

"Good. Is is not cute that she still keeps a diary? How disgustingly innocent of her." The jealousy and hatred spewed from her lips. 

She began to unbuttoned his shirt, slipping her hands under the fabric to touch his bare skin. He closed his eyes and shuddered as he imagined the real Aarti, touching him lovingly.

"Noo i igrat' v snyegoo, Sasha! ona takaya krasivaya! (Come and play in the snow, Sasha! It's so beautiful." the little girl shouted, her long, black pigtails streaming behind her. He stood, 5 years older than her, and watched her stick her little fingers in the snow. He looked around, and saw 8 bodyguards and Aarti's nanny, Yelena, were watching him intensely. No doubt they had heard of his mother's reputation and scandal. They all looked at him in pity. He was angry at everyone for looking at him like it was his fault. Suddenly, something cold and wet hit him square in the face. 

"Ya oodaryoo tyebya, Sasha!(I hit you Sasha!)" She shouted as she fell in the snow in a fit of giggles...he cracked a small smile, his first in 4 years.

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"Eto vash dyen' rozhdyeniya, Sasha, Gdye nahodyatsya vashi drooz'ya? (It's your birthday, Sasha. Where are your friends?)" She asked, her chin in her palms as they both sat around the large, lavishly decorated table, littered with food and 3 gifts from Aarti's father who had been so kind as to buy him presents. His frown deepened, and he folded his arms over his suit. "Ya priglasil mnogo mal'chikov iz shkoli, Oni dolzhni bili droogiye dyela. (I invited alot of boys from school. They must have had other things to do.)" She pouted her lips, "Net, Sasha. Oni tvoi drooz'ya, das, Oni dolzhni bit' zdyes', chtobi syest' tort!(No, Sasha. They are your friends, yes? They should be here to eat cake!)" She was quite perceptive for 7 years old.. He unfolded his arms, hung his head and turned away from her, something he had started doing when his father left, "Ya nye imyel nikakih droozyey(I dont have any friends)," he whispered. He sat for a while, until he heard the sound of a shuffling dress and dress shoes. He felt a tiny hand slip into his, "Eto normal'no...Ya boodoo vashim droogom..(It's okay...I'll be your friend.)" He stared at her, and so did she. Out of the blue, she hugged him and gave him a small peck on the cheek. He blushed a deep red and touched the spot where her tiny, soft lips touched. That was when he fell in love with her.

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"I must go to check on the running of the castle mother," he said, pushing her off of him while fixing his clothes. "But, but you just got here Sasha! Do you not wish to spend time vit mat(mom)?" She touched his shoulder, but he walked away briskly. "Sasha, I must tell you the plan...remember?" He stopped dead in his tracks. "Tell me then, I shall do vhatever you want." She walked over to him, his back facing her, and whispered it in his ear. He gasped and looked at the impersonator, then back at his mother who wore a sadistic smile. He hardened his face, nodded and left the room.

Lady Fedorov watched him leave, and said without looking behind her, " Lyagtye na krovat' i razdvinoot' nogi. Vi boodyetye dyelat' vsye, chto ya govoryoo.(Lie on the bed and spread your legs. You will do whatever I say.)" She turned the key, locking the door closed the curtains and joined the prostitute in bed.

The plan would surely work, or so she thought.

PART 9 SPOILER ALERT!!!!!: Life with a stranger is awkward...isn't it?