Thread: From Russia With... [Gwen x Methos]

Valerie, come on , don't be such a tight ass, Alicia groaned, pulling her friend along the sidewalk. Yeah, it'll be fun! Erin added as the three girls ran across the road, laughing as a guy riding a moped cursed at them angrily in rapid Russian. Sorry! Erin called, insincerely. I dunno, you guys... I mean, you know what they say about these things, Valerie replied uncertainly, and yet she continued to follow her two friends toward the building - it was a large, beautiful hotel, not as luxurious as they one they were staying at in the heart of St. Petersburg, but still high-end and obviously expensive. Valerie, Alicia stopped, and looked her best friend in the eyes, those guys gave us this flier, she held up the paper, which said FORD MODELS - FREE PHOTOSHOOTS SATURDAY ONLY 3-6 PM . Hans, Peter and Sven - um, you know, those totally hot models we met at the cafe? Hans said they're represented by Ford Models, and that we'd do awesome in the business? Is any of this ringing a bell? Yeah, yeah, Valerie muttered as they entered the tall, intricate front doors of the hotel. C'mon, Val, don't be like that, Erin said with a frown. They're legit! Look, we'll just go in, get a few pictures taken, and leave, alright? Just some harmless fun. We get to play dress up and get our picture taken for free. I thought you'd be all over this! Alicia added. Well... Valerie looked into the hopeful eyes of her friends and finally broke down, saying with a little laugh, Alright, alright! Just a few pictures, then we're leaving! Erin and Alicia both giggled excitedly, and all three girls walked to the front desk, but before they reached the receptionist, they were hailed by the three young men they'd met the other day, who were standing near the elevator. Ooh, there they are! Alicia whispered as they walked over to the men. She smoothed the front of her sweater and quickly adjusted her breasts so that they were on clear display in her low cut shirt. Wow, real subtle, Alicia! Valerie teased. We are pleased for you to be here, the dark-haired one, Peter, said. Please be following us. The studio is upstairs. He and the other men led the girls into the elevator. They got out on the sixteenth floor, and from there went into a luxurious, deluxe suite, which was filled with racks of beautiful designer clothes, a camera and photoshoot set-up, a mini-bar, leather couches, a flat screen television, and what appeared to be a very large bathroom. This is amazing! Erin said, looking around with awe. Where's the photographer? The sylists? Valerie asked, suddenly feeling a little wary. They went out for lunch, Sven answered. Will be back very soon. Would you like something to drink? Hans asked, and Erin and Alicia both nodded immediately. Hans looked at Peter, and said something to him in Russian. Peter went to the bar and mixed three fruity, colorful cocktails for the girls. The other two took theirs with smiles and laughs, and sat down on the sofa together to sip their drinks, but Valerie politely refused. No thank you, she said, shaking her head. Help mind? Peter suggested, then furrowed his brow. He was the one who obviously had the most trouble with English. How you say, nerves? Loosen up before big photoshoot? Valerie sighed and took the glass from him. Thanks, she said, and took a sip from it. It was surprisingly good. She took another drink. Something about Western woman is very beautiful, Peter said quietly, reaching out to touch Valerie's face. She blushed and smiled a little. When I saw you in restaurant, I knew, he said, nodding. I knew you should be model. Picture everywhere for men to see, and want. Even more than your friends. They are in your shadow. Valerie's blush deepened, and she took another gulp of her drink, finishing it off. I - thank you, she said, and it might have been the alcohol now coursing through her system, but the feeling of his hand on her cheek was nothing less than intoxicating. Boys had told her she was pretty before, but it never really meant anything to her. She'd had boyfriends, but never anything serious she wasn't looking for a serious relationship right now. She was still young. But Peter - Peter who was tall, dark, unbelievably handsome, who was paying her all these compliments, whose accent was just adorable... I get you new drink? Peter offered, taking her glass from her. Oh, uh - yeah, sure, thanks, Valerie said, a little flustered. Peter brought her another drink. Then another. And another. By the time the two photographers and their crew arrived, Valerie was pretty far gone, as were Erin and Alicia. It wasn't like being drunk, though - it was better than that. Whereas alcohol normally put her in a haze, now, it was the opposite she felt every sensation with alarming acuity. We will do the shoots separately, for better effect, said one of the photographers, who was a burly man of about forty with a head of thick dark hair that was greying at the temples. You, he pointed at Erin, in the bathroom. One of the stylists ushered an almost fall-down drunk Erin toward the enormous bathroom. You, stay here, he said to Alicia. And you, in the master bedroom, he dictated. Peter smiled down at Valerie as he guided her toward the bedroom. The photographer followed them. Don't I need a stylist? I want some pretty clothes! Valerie said dreamily. Clothes you have are fine, Peter assured her. But - less, please. Racy photos very big right now. Yeah, like Maxim or GQ! Valerie exclaimed, and Peter just laughed and nodded. She didn't protest as Peter helped her peel off her sweater, then her undershirt, and finally her jeans and shoes, which left her in nothing but her white bra and panties. She was getting less and less coordinated, and twice she nearly fell down, but Peter caught her. What should I do? she asked. On the bed, the photographer said from behind his camera. Valerie sat down and scooted back on the covers. Only then did she notice that Peter had stripped to just his jeans and was crawling on the bed with her. Are you posing with me? she asked blearily. Da, Peter affirmed. Sexy photoshoot. Okay? Valerie just nodded, honestly, too hammered to care. Peter kissed her cheek, then her neck, and rested his hand on her thigh. The camera flashed again and again, and Valerie was beginning to feel rather nauseous. She tried to push Peter away from her so that she could get up and go to the bathroom, but her weak movements didn't affect him, and he just continued kissing and touching her, one of his hands now on her breast. More camera flashes. I don't feel very well, she murmured, but her voice sounded distant and foreign even to her own ears. Her head was pounding agonizingly. Peter, please... She struggled again - now, the room was spinning, and her vision was blurring at the edges. Peter, I... Is okay, Peter whispered in her ear, and kissed the skin there. We take care of you... No, no, I don't... stop... Valerie whined, pushing at Peter again in vain, but he was much larger than her and pinned her to the mattress easily. She tried to speak again, but her voice died in her throat a moment later, everything went black, as she slipped into sweet unconscious. Thirteen Hours Later Alicia opened her eyes, slowly, and looked around. She was back in their hotel room, and Erin was asleep on the opposite bed. But Valerie's bed was empty. Despite the ache in her limbs, Alicia dragged herself out of bed. Valerie? she croaked. Val? Are you in the bathroom? With much difficulty, she walked across the room, to the bathroom. Still no sign of Valerie. She checked the other rooms - called the hotel lobby - but Valerie was nowhere to be found. Apparently, Erin and Alicia had been brought home by some men last night, but Valerie had not been with them. Alicia was starting to panic. Damn it, Valerie was the daughter of a U.N. Ambassador, shouldn't she be watched more closely? Shouldn't there be some damn security?! Alicia woke Erin up, and together they tried to piece together exactly what happened last night, then they made the toughest phone call of their life They called Roger Hughes to tell him his daughter was missing. Little did they know that Valerie could be very easily found, if they only checked a popular Russian companions website, which had recently featured the photos taken of Valerie with Peter last night. They were calling her 'Pretty Petra' and while they hadn't yet sold her out, they were very confident that she would become an immensely profitable addition to their business... That is, unless Roger Hughes could come up with ten million dollars. The next morning - the second day Valerie had been reported missing - Mr. Hughes received an envelope containing some of the racy photos of his daughter, and a note, explaining to him that unless he wired ten million to a man named Leo Petrovicz - he would never see his daughter again. Roger took a deep breath. He put the photos back in the envelope - the sight of them was making him physically sick - and picked up the phone, to call the only people he knew could help him now.