The cold war 02

Chapter 2 The repair job

As her alarm rang out, awakening her from her slumber, Irina Volkova, rolled over on her side and smiled. She wasn’t a fan of waking up early, even if she was used to it but today was different, with her mother giving her the next few days off work, she was going to have a lot of fun toying with her stepbrother.

Stepping out of bed, she looked around her spacious room, full of expensive items and designer clothes, a stark contrast to the room she had grown up in, back in Moscow. Life had been different back then, and although her family had always been well off, wearing designer clothes to show off one’s wealth wasn’t a common thing.

From a young age, Irina had always been fascinated with American culture, as a child, she watched every American movie and TV show she could get her hands on, studying the way the characters behaved and spoke, idolizing the girls from the show Gossip girl, in particular, spending hours in front of the mirror trying to imitate their mannerisms and accent.

Arriving in America, she had immersed herself in the culture and fell in love with the freedom that living in America offered, but that didn’t mean she always fitted in, she knew that she would always be a little different, coming across a little blunt at times, some people would even call her unfriendly, but it just wasn’t in her nature to smile and continually say thank you for no reason, she was happy with who she was and always did what made her happy if people didn’t like it, then to hell with them.

After showering, she got dressed in a casual outfit, and applied a light coating of makeup before it was time to get to work, “today, is going to be so much fun”, she thought to herself as she skipped happily towards her stepbrother’s room. For years she’d had to put up with Ben’s snide comments about the way she dressed and behaved, and today it was time for a little payback.

She entered the dark pit, that her stepbrother called his room as the stench of rotting food and stinking clothes filling her nostrils making her want to throw up. Carefully avoiding the minefield of takeout boxes and discarded clothing, she made her way towards the window, wherein one swift action, she whipped opened the curtains, allowing the bright morning sun to bathe the room in light.

“Wakey, wakey”, she yelled, as Ben’s eyes shot open, the startled look on his face bringing a smile to her face.

“What the hell, Irina”? A groggy Ben asked, “What time is it”?

“Seven am, time to get up”, She announced.

Ben rubbed his eyes, “seven am? Why the hell are you waking me up at seven am”?

Irina glared at him, “have you forgotten already, from now on, you do as I do, which means you wake up when I do, I let you sleep in today, while I got ready, but from now on you need to set your alarm for 6.30 each morning”.

She could see his mind racing trying to process her words, expecting him to start complaining or arguing but to her surprise, he just lifted himself up into a sitting position on the edge of the bed, “ok, I’m up, what do I need to do”? he asked yawning.

“Exercise, I always start the day with a good workout, so find a pair of shorts and meet me in the gym in 5 minutes”, she announced before turning and walking out of the room.

A few minutes later, having laid down two yoga mats in the room, she called the gym, which in reality was a multipurpose room, her mother used to store things, Irina watched as Ben staggered into the room.

She rolled her eyes, seeing him still wearing the same dirty T-shirt he had slept in, “we’ll have to get him some gym clothes later, something more appropriate”, she thought to herself.

“Ok, this mat is yours”, Irina announced, pointing to her left, “I’ll go easy on you today, we’ll ease you in and stretch those muscles a little”, she said as she picked up a remote and turned on an aerobics video presented by a muscular woman in a leotard.

30 minutes later, as she stopped the video, she looked over at the sweaty mess to her left, Ben was clearly not used to regular exercise and the light workout had left him exhausted.

“Ok, the workout is over”, Irina announced, “time to shower, don’t take too long and when you're done, meet me in my bedroom”.

She watched as Ben nodded his head, heaved himself up on to his feet, left the room the room without uttering a word, “hmm, surprising”, she thought to herself, “he hasn’t complained once, let’s see how long that lasts”.

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As Ben exited the shower, wrapping a towel around his lower body, he felt his leg muscles ache, “wow, who knew stretching, could be so tiring”, he thought to himself, “but on the bright side, I guess it won’t hurt to get a little fitter”.

Stepping out of the bathroom, He was determined to stay positive and put up with whatever the two Russian women could throw at him, well, for at least a month anyway as by that time if things were getting out of control, he could just quit ten grand better off.

As he knocked gently on Irina’s door, stepping inside upon hearing her shout to come in, his eyes were instantly drawn to a small white pile of clothes folded up neatly on the bed. He knew they were for him, and he also knew that putting them on, was going to be the first of many instances where he would have to swallow his pride over the coming month.

“Your clothes are on the bed, put them on”, Irina commanded.

“Are we going outside”? Ben asked stepping closer to the tiny pile of clothes and getting nervous as noticed a pair of black panties with the label on, slightly off to the side.

“Of course, I go out every day, I 'm far too busy to sit around the house all day like you, I have errands to run”, Irina replied sternly.

“Hey, I work too, you know, in fact, I have a shift later today”, Ben said defending himself.

Irina looked surprised, “What! on that pretzel stand? No, you have a new job now, mimicking me, and it pays a lot more I’m sure”.

Thinking he may have a chance of getting out of a day out with Irina, dressed in the girly clothes, folded up on the bed, Ben ran with it, “typical”, he said, “I don’t know if you know this, but here in America, we have something called honour, I can’t just quit without warning, I have to give Mr Davidson at least a two weeks’ notice”, it’s the law”.

Feeling happy with his reply, Ben couldn’t help but smile, he didn’t know if it actually was the law to quit without giving notice, but what he did know, was that Irina didn’t know either.

“What time is your shift”? Irina asked looking like she was trying to hold back her anger.

“Yes, got her”, Ben thought, feeling ever so pleased with himself, “I start midday”.

“Ok, this is not a problem, I’ll make sure you are there by midday”, Irina stated, “now get dressed, this means we have no time to waste”.

Ben sighed, knowing his plan had failed and that there was now no way out of wearing the girly clothes.

With no reason to delay the inevitable, he walked over towards the bed, “Are you going to watch”? He asked, “can I have a little privacy, please”?

“I will stay in case you need any help, but I will turn around”, Irina replied”, trust me, I have no desire to see what you have under that towel”.

Ben watched as she turned her back before turning his attention to the pile of clothes. At arm's length, he picked up the black panties between his thumb and index finger, noticing the soft delicate material and shuddered at the thought of wearing them.

“I don’t hear anything, what are you doing”? Irina’s voice boomed from behind him, making him jump a little.

“Geez, give me a break I’m doing it”, he moaned, quickly dropping his towel, and stepping into the silky material, wanting to get it over with as quickly as possible.

Snapping the band around his waist, he felt the tags digging into his skin, and with one swift movement, he reached down and ripped them off as he caught a glimpse of himself in Irina's full-length mirror.

The sight of him stood there, in the middle of his step-sister room, wearing just a pair of bright white panties, which looked completely out of place against his hairy body, Ben suddenly felt really awkward and embarrassed.

Looking back over towards the bed, he quickly snatched up the next item of clothing, unfolding it to find a small white T-shirt. Without a moment of pause, he placed his arms through the short armholes and pulled it down over his head only to find his lower belly completely exposed as the T-shirt was clearly not in his size.

“Can I turn around, yet”? Irina asked impatiently.

“Not, yet”, Ben replied flustered, “give me a minute”. With no time to waste, he quickly grabbed the last item of clothing, finding it to be a stretchy pair of white jeans or where they leggings, he couldn’t tell, but with no desire to examine them any further, he sat his pantied backside down on the bed and forced his legs through the tight restrictive leg holes before wiggling around, struggling to pull the tight material into position.

By the time he managed to fasten the little belt around his waist, Ben was out of breath and incredibly uncomfortable, especially as he looked down at his outfit to see the word, “queen”, written on his right thigh.

Irina turned around and giggled upon, seeing him, “a little small perhaps, she announced, “but don’t worry, after a few weeks of exercise and following my diet, you will fit those clothes much better”.

“Diet!” Ben repeated looking up, “what diet”?

Irina smiled, “I thought, you would get it by now, little Benny, you do as I do, you go where I go, you dress as I dress, you eat what I eat, and I have a very specific diet, I only eat between midday and 6 pm, and never any animal products, I am a strict vegan, and now you are too”.

Ben didn’t like the sound of his new diet one bit, he loved eating junk food and especially meat, but with so much money on offer, he reasoned that he could cope with it for a month, “no problem”, he replied, “I’ll eat what you eat”.

“Good, well we better get going then, but first we need to do something about that”, Irina said, pointing to the obvious bulge in the front of his tight white pants.

A short while later, Ben found himself stood by the front door, feeling extremely uncomfortable, his legs compressed in his tight white pants, his exposed ankles, which Irina had decided needed to be quicky shaved up to the knee, and his crushed testicles, which had been forced up inside his body into a cavity, he didn’t even know existed.

Now wearing Irina’s pink puffer jacket, that exposed his midriff, and a pair of her clumpy platform sneakers, that made his feet feel twice their normal weight, Ben knew he looked ridiculous and would draw more than a few stares once out in the city, but as the two Russian women looked over at him, examining his appearance and making comments, he tried to keep his head held high, one thought running through his head, “ten thousand dollars, you can do this, ten thousand dollars”, he told himself, over and over again.

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