The third day, hanging around Moscow pennilessly, Igor enviously peered into the windows of cars passing by with darkened windows, trying to see the lucky ones inside. Money ... Damn it, where are these notorious mad "daughters" flocking, in the opinion of the provincials, into the bottomless pockets of Muscovites from all over the country? And why is he - a healthy, intelligent and young man, can not break off his piece from this damned capital pie?

No money means nothing: no housing next month, no food for the next week, not even a ticket to your native Mariupol. But in the notebook there is one address ...

Remembering this, Igor smiled wryly and shrugged his shoulders. Well ... In the end, in the foreseeable future, he, too, is not foreseen by women, is it all the same to do with what has accumulated over the last month and useless, causing only pain in the groin fluid ...

To his surprise, at the family planning department of the city gynecological dispensary, it was not the old, with a mockingly cynical look, grymsy, but quite normal and modern (in good suits and with short haircuts) men. True, this did not make Igor easier.

- Hold the tube, hand over the semen for analysis. "Naked gun" watched?

- Well ...

- What is "well"? Move to the third floor, to the laboratory assistant ... Tomorrow - for the results.

Several young women and older women were smoking on the stairs. Not paying attention to Igor, who rises up the steps, they enthusiastically discussed the possibility of a safe course of pregnancy in the pre-climax period. One, however, not without interest, glanced at him, but then she looked away.

In a small office at the end of the corridor, Igor was waiting for a spectacle, which he no longer hoped to see: at the table, piled with papers, sat a real grinza of 50 years old, some kind of old maid of jokes.

- Are you on ejaculate analysis?

“Absolutely,” said Igor, who for some reason felt relieved from his heart at the sight of this woman.

"Old Maid" gave him an appreciative look and nodded with ill-concealed approval:

- Well, okay. Take the key, the first room to the left ...

Turning his back to the laboratory assistant and taking several steps in the indicated direction, Igor suddenly felt with dislike his hand on his shoulder. From this touch, he even shuddered. Ready to swear dirty and immediately go away from this realm of masturbation, he turned sharply and ... froze. The old grymza was sitting in the same place, and before him stood a short, attractive woman. On an almost boyish figure with narrow hips, a short sundress was dressed, with beautiful, slightly plump legs coming out from under the edge of which. Irregular features and slightly protruding, like a hurt child, the lower sponge did not spoil it at all, but on the contrary, they even gave a certain charm.

Looking at this little miracle, Igor suddenly found himself thinking that the woman standing in front of him was not attracted by slender legs, not smooth, without a single wrinkle, the skin on her graceful neck and her breasts not swaying to her breathing with clearly visible nipples , and ... look. It was he who made the blood rush to the head and loins, and the idea to lose control and direction.

Big dark green eyes, slightly moist, looked at him a little mockingly, but at the same time seriously. The pause clearly dragged on, and the lab technician, who was sitting at her desk a meter from them, coughed delicately and almost whispered:

- Le e-enochka ...

The woman finally looked away from Igor, allowing him to relax slightly, and took a few steps back. Grymza also rose from her chair and walked over to them.

“Well, that's it,” she said quietly, turning to Igor. - If you want, you can earn extra money right now, without waiting for your turn.You see, she was obviously embarrassed that it was, in general, strange for this institution, you see, not all of our clients like artificial insemination ... Do you understand me?

Igor nodded silently.

“So,” the laboratory assistant continued, “you won’t make that kind of money here in a year, so it seems to me that there’s really nothing to decide here ...”

- How many? - Igor squeezed out of himself, who did not recognize his voice.

- Seven hundred fifty. Dollars. Well ... to be honest, seven hundred and fifty to you, as much to me. Agreed?

Igor furtively looked at the “customer”, all this time looking blankly to the side.

- Agreed. Just ... Why is it here? He asked, looking puzzled at the gloomy walls painted in brick color.

The stranger finally woke up and, taking Igor by the sleeve, pulled behind her to the window. Below, right near the entrance to the dispensary, there stood a brand-new BMW, near which a young man in expensive suit was strolling and slandering something into a “pipe”.

“All of us guys, let's go,” the lab technician suddenly hurried over. - Money, of course, is good, but I do not want to fly out from this place either. How to finish - run back ...

The room for the onanists, as Igor mentally dubbed her, turned out to be even more inconspicuous than the office of the old grymzy. In the far corner there was a usual hospital couch, on the dermantine surface of which the traces of the “works” of its former guests were clearly visible, and to the right of the door a washstand was lonely sticking out of the wall.

Lena stood in front of the couch, leaning her back against the wall, and looked at him inquiringly. The situation, to put it mildly, did not dispose to relaxation, and Igor, sighing heavily, decided to tune in to the upcoming “work” purely mechanically.

Dropping his eyes and unbuttoning his fly, he pulled out his completely limp buddy and made a couple of progressive-return movements. As he had supposed, this did not have any beneficial effect, but, to his joy, did not give rise to any reproaches from her partner.

Half a minute later Lena broke away from the wall and approached him. Looking up, Igor met her gaze and at the same moment felt her hand in the bottom of his stomach. The touch was light, barely noticeable, but he no longer thought about it, but merely looked into her eyes entranced. At some point, he realized that he really wanted her, and immediately bright, like a flash of lightning and an incredibly strong impulse that originated somewhere in the intricacies of his nervous system, in a split second reached his goal.

The woman recoiled, but Igor managed to grab her hand and hold onto his groin.

A few minutes later, Lena gently but persistently freed herself from this captivity and took a step back. Igor approached her and, breathing unevenly, laid his hand on her knee, smoothly and quickly moving her up. She again pulled away and, looking at Igor's face covered with drops of sweat, narrowed her eyes and smiled slightly, silently shaking her head. Then she carefully, but unequivocally looked down and returned to its original place, to the wall.

Igor approached her and knelt down. Lifting the sundress, he saw how, on the wrong side of her lace panties, a transparent liquid like a tear flows down the drops. The air in the room was filled with the always recognizable, but never recurring feminine scent, and he could no longer restrain himself, with one sharp movement freed her from the last dividing obstacle and fell to the source of this moisture, which emitted with each impatient movement new drops of moisturizing nectar ...

Feeling how Lena strained her legs and slightly trembled, he penetrated her deeper and sped up the stimulation, wanting to finish this prelude with her full orgasm. The woman’s body contracted convulsively, and he clearly felt the strong pulsating movements of the hot, blood-filled walls of her vagina. Lena sighed intermittently and pushed him away, slowly sliding down the wall to the floor.

Never before had Igor received such pleasure from oral contact with a woman, and, barely holding back ejaculation, he quickly threw Lena, who had not yet recovered her strength after orgasm, to the floor, easily entering her moist and still swollen hole ...

- Everything is good? The lab assistant asked when they entered her office.

Lena nodded silently and took a cloak from her casually from the window sill. Taking out a purse from her pocket, she counted out fifteen hundred dollars in 100 and 10 notes and, handing over the money to the grymze, left without even looking at Igor.

Looking, as a lab technician shaking hands with excitement, counts the fee he was paid for the work done, he was suddenly seized with inexplicable rage and contempt for himself. Stealing is one thing, but recognizing yourself as a whore ...

Having waited until the woman counted his share, now carefully wrapped in a sheet of paper, he looked at her badly and, in a paternal mild way saying: “Remember your work,” gathered one and a half pieces of “green” on the table and slowly went towards the exit . Following him, curses and threats began to fall, but Igor did not pay the slightest attention to them. And what, actually, could this old fool do to him?

Going out into the street, he sighed deeply and somehow looked at the beautiful Moscow in a new way ...

THE FIRST PIECE OF PIE WITH A TASTE OF ITS JUICE HAS BEEN MENTED THEM, and he once again felt a taste for life. Looking around, Igor wondered what he wanted at that moment in the first place. And realizing that he now needed, for the first time in the last month, he laughed merrily and carelessly: he needed a woman, HIS WOMAN ...