Anna was now Anna Karenina, she had spent the last six months creating the new identity that had made her an influencer. She had started posting on social media, attracted followers, started doing paid endorsements and soon she was getting DM's asking her to model. The one thing she kept on was her ankle chain. She acknowledged that she was Russian, her English had a slight guttural edge, but that she had been born in Kazakhstan. She started to get invites to the right parties about four months in. She was what every man wanted but was afraid to go for, five nine she was tall, leggy, big chested but also a redhead. Anna knew if she dyed her hair blonde it would send a different signal. She had an open and innocent looking face, but a not so innocent body.
She moved out to California and started modelling there. She was working her way up into films, she had even done a photo shoot for Playboy the week before. They had moved away from the nudity that they had once pedaled as their daily bread but she had left nothing to the imagination. Anna was getting closer to him, the one that who had rejected himself from the family. The younger son who had married a semi-famous bi-racial actress. He was the one that she could get the closest to. She had in her head the prophecy that Rasputin had received in Siberia. In her blood was that of Tatiana Romanov, not her body but her the blessing had made her more desirable.
The false czar had to be President Putin, he had no heir and while he talked as if he was czar he was a President and an elected official. Royal families were elected by Christ and God. She remembered her beings. Anna had been a stripper to make fast cash to secure herself some funding. She had appeared at a "gentleman's club" under the name 'Sin'. She was totally a different person, purposefully so, with long blonde hair. She had walked the stage in six inch heels, a thong and strap filed with the green dollar bills. As Sin she climbed the pole with rock hard legs, arms and halfway up she started to lean back. Her long legs went up the pole as the rest of her body went down. Until her body was an L shape, her legs making the upper part of the L, the rest of her the base.
She then spread her legs, as 'Sin' used her right hand her ass and her left hand on top. She spread her legs in the air as if she were in an gynecologist's office. The men roared with repressed sexual energy as she did the splits. Bringing her legs back, it put a strain on her back, a person could see the strain on her legs, every muscle fiber was taunt as steel wire. She then pulled herself up, there were others on stage but she was the main draw for that night. She then slipped down that pole the way a snake slithers down a tree. 'Sin' then rubbed her wet pussy against the pole, only the thin fabric of the thong covering her strip of pubic hair. Gyrating her hips against the pole the men in the club were catcalling and had not wood but steel in their crotches.
She leapt in the air and wrapped her right leg around the pole. Slowly spinning down it from breast height to the floor of the stage. As a finale she took a long leg and did the splits again, showing how flexible she was by pulling her left knee up to her face for a passionate kiss. A well groomed guy was sitting in front of her. Muscular and well groomed she had a feeling that he had dressed down for this event. He held out something she didn't know existed, not a $100 bill with Franklin's face but a $1000 bill, she knew they existed but were now a collectable due to their rarity.