A tidy bedroom is revealed. Cut to show Natasha, a conservatively dressed 18-year-old Russian girl, as she sees her new room for the first time. She smiles meekly at the man and tells him in a thick accent that it is beautiful. He looks relieved and points out several shopping bags on the bed, telling her he bought all the clothes, bikinis, and makeup she asked for. He hopes they fit and that she’ll try them on for him one day. She nods and thanks him. They stand awkwardly in silence for a moment, before the man excuses himself to let her get settled. She waits to hear him walk down the hall before smiling and laughing to herself. She did it. She made it!

Several hours later, Natasha is lying by the pool in one of the bikinis the man bought her. She is talking on the phone in Russian to a friend back home, bragging about how nice her new house is. So big, so modern, with a pool, kitchen and a washer-dryer. And it’s all hers now, all in exchange for being nice to this geek. She describes the man to her friend. His face isn’t ugly but he dresses weird and is clearly a virgin. She is laughing. Inside the house, a POV of the man silently watches her.

Cut to the dining room that evening. Natasha is seated, secretly checking her phone under the table, when the man enters with some takeout. All-American burger and fries, just like she requested. Her eyes go wide and she digs in, while the man watches her and keeps rambling. He talks about all his plans for her once they get the paperwork settled — the trips they can take, the adventures they can have. Maybe even one day she’ll find him as attractive as he finds her. She smiles and nods passively as she stuffs her face. He asks her how she likes her new house. She replies that it is a dream come true, everything a woman would want! He savors this reaction … before casually reminding her that, at only 18-years-old, she is living a better life than most women ever do. She pushes a smile. He continues to rant about her age and how he remembers being that young. No girls would ever give him any attention. He was too shy, too introverted. But he showed them. He makes more money now than they’ll ever get. And, besides, he doesn’t need American girls anymore … when he has his Russian princess. Natasha wipes her mouth and goes to excuse herself when the man grabs her wrist. ‘It is our first night together,’ he says eagerly. ‘Would it be acceptable if you slept in the master with me? You could even try on one of those nighties I bought you?’ He stares at her intently and she slowly nods.

Scene cuts to her in the bathroom. Wearing her silk nightie, she stares at herself silently in the mirror, trying to psych herself up. From the bedroom, he calls out to her. ‘Are you ready?’ She tells him just a minute and pretends to flush the toilet. She nervously washes her hands and looks back in the mirror. ‘If you are given something, take it.’ She reminds herself in Russian.

She walks over to his bed and gets under the covers. He stares at her, breathing hard. His dick is erect under the sheets and he’s masturbating. ‘I’ve been waiting for this ever since I first messaged you,’ he says. Not wanting to make eye contact, she looks away and nods. He pulls back the sheets to expose himself. ‘Look how hard you make me! I’ve been like this all day.’ He continues. Her eyes dart all over the room, as she smiles passively and tells him he is very big. ‘I bet my Russian princess would like to wrap her lips around this big, hard cock!’ he continues, sounding more aggressive. She sighs and says yes before going to down to blow him.

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