Nika P

As a child, Nika would stare into her mother’s vanity for hours. The reflection in the vanity calmed her anxiety and after years of gazing, she discovered her true identity. During the Summer, after her mother left for work at the local bakery, Nika would move the vanity into the tiny living room and would take her mothers makeup kit with her. She’d doll herself up and would masquerade around the living room, striking poses in the vanity every time she moved by it.

Codec was 2 years younger than Nika and had an advanced case of Down syndrome. To make matters worse, his growth was stunted at age 7, and he had a binge eating disorder that the town physician couldn’t identify or treat. Codec also had a curious mind and after he’d get bored with his toy trucks, he wouldn’t hesitate to try and figure out what his sister was up to in the living room.

Nika’s father left her mother for the owner of the bakery that she was employed at. Michaela took it very hard because her boss was wealthy and attractive and she was plain looking and poor. On the walk back home from the bakery, Michaela would often pass Jozef and Dominika at the local wine bar. They were always laughing at one another and Jozef was always kissing and blowing into Dominika’s ear. If Michaela looked under the table, it wasn’t uncommon to see Jozef’s hand up Dominika’s skirt. It was the kind of romance Michaela dreamed of and her boss was experiencing it every day—with the father of her fucking children.

Jozef Malina captained the Slovakian men’s water polo team for 17 years. He was a national treasure and men and women across Europe viewed him as something of a God-like figure. At one time, his international favorability rating polled at 100% and it never went lower than 94%. Local politicians would seek his endorsement and high end tailors and fashion designers across Europe would pay him handsomely to lead their Spring and Summer campaigns. Jozef’s personal life, however, was subject to mass speculation. It wasn’t uncommon to see him around town with six to seven women and at least two young boys. When Jozef was 27, he was rumored to have already bedded 2000 women and at least 250 men. When Slovakia’s water polo team was competing in a Friendly against France, he had a 63 person orgy at a suite in the Hotel de Crillon that lasted over 48 hours.

Back home, Nika loaned for a father figure. She had always known about Jozef but also knew she was 1 of at least 175 children that he’d never acknowledge. One time, she thought she found that father figure in an older Italian man named Tito that Michaela met at the bakery. It turns out that Michaela just liked Tito’s accent, and Tito just liked Michaela’s asshole. Tito was in and out of Nika’s life in 4 days.

Codec would wonder around the city when he got bored and his mother and sister never really seemed to care. In fact, when the local restaurants and bakeries saw him approaching—they’d always make him a togo plate. On occasion, they’d even pour a pint of Slivovica over ice and would give it to him in a large plastic cup. Incapable of distinguishing fruit juice from alcohol, Codec would inevitably end up drunk. Codec’s 4 foot 2 frame morphed into 6 foot 7, and after the full consumption of the plum brandy, he’d find himself chatting up women on the other side of town. The store owners found him a nuisance but the society women who frequented the shopping district found Codec cute and charming. They’d treat him to shirts and suits and one Saturday, Codec found himself making the trip back across town in a pair of brown Gucci loafers. The alcohol from the Slivovica also activated his taste buds, so the same restaurants that fed him earlier in the day, would expect to receive another visit from Codec that evening.

Japeto was good at two things: Eating ass and discovering talent. When he walked out of Cafe Moon on Duklianskych Hrdinov, he nearly dropped the cup of Chardonnay he was holding from the sight across the street. A tall and young blonde was moving up and down the sidewalk, and every time she saw a man looking at her, she’d strike a three quarters pose. Japeto took a seat on the closest bench he could find and readjusted his Wayfarers. He took a sip of Chardonnay and began to examine the package in the distance: 5’10, large natural tits, and a waist that he could wrap his hand around. He knew he had something special but he had to get closer to see the face, much closer. A few years ago, an altercation that stemmed from a physical and cocaine fueled threesome with two university boys had left his vision impaired and it hadn’t been the same since. Japeto collected himself and moved across the street.

“Hello, my dear,” Japeto said in a soft Hungarian accent.

The tall blonde said hello and quickly struck a three quarters pose and puckered her lips for him. The face matched the body, and the rest was history.

A day later, Nika called the number on the business card that Japeto left with her, and five days after she made the call, she found herself gracing the cover of Slovakia’s version of ‘Barely Legal’. Fourteen days later, she opened a bank account at Privatbanka and quickly found herself with a flat and a steady stream of income from numerous photo shoots for Slovakian B and C list publications. Two years later, Nika found herself as one of the Slovakian paparazzi’s top targets and her personal life began to be aggressively examined. If Nika wasn’t being photographed with the striker from Real Madrid, she was being photographed with the bass player from Elan, and if she wasn’t at Restaurant Guy Savoy in Paris, she was at Le Gavroche in London. She even got caught blowing a winger from Sweden’s national team outside of Frantzen in Stockholm, and the paparazzi pinned it on a young and upcoming pop star named Teka. Nika’s career was on fire and with the birth of Instagram and a carefully calculated publicity blitz, Nika found herself a multimillionaire, overnight. Today, millions of followers and hundreds of sponsors reach out a day, and Veronika needs every second of the attention to feel alive. In 2022, the three iPhones that Veronika used to run her Instagram account, all froze and died. Unable to post stories and selfies to her Instagram account, her world turned upside down in a moment. For 4 days, she laid in bed crying and shaking profusely from the dopamine withdrawal. The crying fits were typically followed by panic attacks and the panic attacks were followed up by erratic efforts to bring herself to orgasm. 4 days felt like 4 years, and it was time to get to get back to business. She picked herself up out of bed and had Japeto order her 7 IPhone Pro’s and 4 IPad Pro’s, and she wanted the fucking 12.9 model-not the 11 inch. Once everything arrived from Apple, she had her non-binary friend Tango come over to help sync her account to each device. 3 hours later, she took 3600 selfies and posted 25 different stories, all within a span of 2 hours. Veronika was back, and the world needed to know it. Within the stretch of 24 hours, she received 6 million likes and had picked up 450,000 new followers. The next day, she jumped on the Chattam & Wells mattress that was gifted to her from a lucrative sponsorship deal and removed her underwear. As she started to touch herself, her thoughts floated back to her Instagram account. No wonder how strong it is, an orgasm will never equal the pleasure she received from Instagram. She slid back into her underwear and didn’t stop taking selfies for 48 hours.