Cars rushed past her. It was a bit surprising. After all, some 2 hours ago, any car was ready to stop, and without paying any attention to respectability, the guys jumped out of them and, wagging their tails like yard dogs, sensing a bitch, jumped and circled around her. This is exactly what her husband, children and colleagues at work — a tall, short-haired brown-haired woman wearing sophisticated business suits and wearing stiletto heels from Frank Fare knew. She was the vice-president of one of the capital companies. But it was all afternoon. All this was in a world where men rule, where she needs to give all the weight like a buffalo, which she plows under the sun in the scorching heat, and at the same time always stay fresh and without any sign of fatigue on her face.

Night. It’s time when everything in the city changes, whether it’s a big city or not. Especially in Washington. The combination of vice and lust, embodied in the female flesh, stood on the sidelines and unsuccessfully tried to stop the car. But everyone was in a hurry, not noticing her. Although it is quite astounding. It was hard not to notice. Not a trace is left of the former luxury and elegant grace. She was wearing a black leather jumpsuit skirt. Two long, slender knives in black stockings, the hem of which barely looked out from under the hem, exposing part of the thigh, slenderly flaunted from under the skirt. Perhaps the only item of clothing that remained of her day image was the same chic high-heeled shoes. The high shape of their shoes delightedly emphasized the slender lift of her legs, making every calf and thigh muscle strain.

She had a medium sized chest. They say about such a woman that she fits her hands. No more no less. She was tightly covered with leather jumpsuit, under which there was only a white topic, resembling rather not a small T-shirt, but a shapeless bra. The makeup was barely noticeable due to the exceptionally expressive features of his face. In the ears, for the place of daytime modest, but very expensive sapphire earrings, there were two simple silver rings of incredible size. In a word, nothing distinguished her from modern, uniformly dressed, idle youth.

She glanced at her watch. It was already exactly eleven. In the distance, I sowed the light of a free taxi, and she again hopelessly raised her hand. The taxi slowly stopped near her. Her route lay in the club "Trinity".

Club "Trinity" was a completely new club, located near the city hall. A crowd crowded around the entrance waiting for the mercy of the bouncers, in whose hands was a red dividing rope opening the gates to heavenly delight, the gates to the world of temptation, ecstasy and full trance. She was not here for the first time and had time to meet “useful” people. In her hands was a countermark, opening the door to this abyss of incredible sensations. The hall was full of smoke and dim lights. Only laser beams, like arrows, periodically pierced it. People were, perhaps, more than outside. All seats at the bar were occupied. Along the walls were tables, separated from each other only by a small parapet. Someone was smoking a cigarette while drinking gin and tonic, someone was trying to seal the girls.

She went to the bar and ordered a B-52. The waiter deftly mixed all the ingredients of this deadly cocktail and raised a match. The flames broke out, and the glass turned into a volcano, from the crater of which its fiery burning tongues rose upward. They are reflected in her glowing eyes. In them one could see all the fervor of her nature, the heat of which was ready to incinerate everything around. With a deft movement the waiter put out the flames, and she took the first sip. A warm trickle of this unusual cocktail swept through her tongue. She rolled her eyes, as if taking a puff on a marijuana cigarette.Only a moment the cocktail lingered in her mouth, and now he was already warming her throat and chest. Another sip. She turned and looked around the room with her passionate gaze, like a vampire who chooses her victim. It seemed that she knew who was hunting.

Her eyes immediately stopped on a high brunette with beautiful curly hair. He stood in front of a slim mulatto and explained something to her, while folding his palms together. It was more like an explanation than an explanation. The next moment, the mulatto, who was in complete calm and seemed pacified, despite the guy's stormy speech, covered him with a resounding slap in the face and, grabbing her purse, ran out of the club.

Like a fire, something burned her face. She felt like a mulatto's five. She was thrown into heat, warmth swept from the cheek back to the legs. Fire cocktail now seemed like a glacier. The guy stood still for a moment in bewilderment, seeing off his companion running away from the hall. She put the glass on the rack and lit a cigarette. She did all this without taking her eyes off the brunet. Gracefully slipping from a high bar stool, she headed towards him. In her steps was confidence and firmness. But at the same time her gait was graceful and airy. She approached him. He still did not notice her. As a panther stalking her victim, she made her way to him without taking her eyes off him. One more step. Last. Without a word, she took his hand and dragged her along. Not having time to come to his senses, he was already in the toilet.

The stall door closed. With a gentle but steady push, she put him on the lowered lid. He still did not understand anything. He looked at her with wide eyes. She, having spread her legs wide and having slightly raised her tight hips, her skirt, she sat on his lap. Her arms are wrapped around his neck like anaconda. After a moment, he felt her hot and wet tongue, slipping past his lips and teeth, already wraps around his tongue. Long and thin fingers stuck into his hair. She grabbed them and with a sharp movement tore him away from herself. Like two burning needles pierced his eyes. It was her withering gaze. This was no longer the look with which she approached him. Wide-open eyes glittered and shimmered. They devoured him all, devoured him whole. He parted his lips slightly. This movement was not ignored.

She barely touched, licked them. Hands opened their hair and slowly began to slide over the broad shoulders of a luxurious male figure. She changed the direction of the movement of the hands, and now they are already on his moderately inflated chest. His nipples were aroused and clearly visible through a white silk shirt. She easily found them and slightly squeezed. No matter how thin the shirt was, it cannot convey the warmth and sensation of touching the body. To the male body. In one motion, she tore it on him, and her eyes appeared beautiful male breasts, sensitively delineated by muscle lines. Two neat, excited nipples crowned her half. Below was a perfect press, strictly lined with squares. Yes, he watched his body. He spent three hours a week in the gym three times a week. There was not a single woman who would not even want to touch his elastic and beautiful body. And now it was in her hands.

He gently lowered the straps of her jumpsuit, exposing the heaving chest, which just pulled out of the tight top. His hands slipped under him, and in one motion the topic was removed. Her hands were already shaking with excitement. But she still managed to unzip his pants. With the brisk snake, the hand slipped to where the sensation of power and strength came from. Yes, she was not mistaken. He was powerful everywhere. Meanwhile, his hands already fully lifted her skirt, under which there was nothing. A neatly shaved arrow seemed to point him to the place where he wanted, to the place that was waiting for him. Two hollows near the attractive hillock of Venus beckoned him.He touched them with his middle finger and then slipped between his legs in a slow but steady movement. Excite her no longer made sense. She was already so excited to the limit. Her clitoris increased in size and protruded a knob in the way of his fingers.

With two fingers he plunged into the womb of vice. Having made several movements with her fingers, he brought her closer to the member she had already extracted, which she passionately caressed with both hands. A second later, his head caressed her labia. She did not hurry, trying to stretch this devilish pleasure. But her trembling legs could not stand it and gave way. She completely sank on him. He penetrated deep into her flesh. She bit her lip with pleasure. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Their movement was clear and rhythmic. They are completely absorbed by the elements of passion. In their blood was animal instinct.

Slammed the toilet door. From the hall came the music. She was incredibly in tune with their movements, which became faster and faster. Her chest was at the level of his mouth. She pressed his head to hers. Passionately digging into her nipples, he began to nibble and tickle them at the same time. Holding his fingers, he began to pinch them easily, while his tongue penetrated between the breasts. From there he began his ascent on the steep slopes of her neck to the crater, which publishes an inhuman groan. Sticking into her ardent lips, he took her buttocks. He pressed her as tightly as possible to himself.

Movement increased. Breath has become short. She closed her eyes and let out a frantic moan. They froze in a fixed pose. Like a vine, they wrapped their hands around one another. Like a sculpture of Rodin in white marble, this statue, which is the pinnacle of passion and pleasure, sat still for several minutes without moving. They frantically clung to each other. But even such sweet moments sometime come to an end. There was an end to them too:

It was already 2:00. She rushed into the taxi home. Tomorrow, a husband and children should arrive from California. She put her head on the side window. Bright advertisements and glowing signs were slipping before her eyes. But they seemed to her black and white compared to those paints, which were painted moments when she owned a guy, when he owned it. The toilet stall, not the bed, was an easel, their fingers, not the brushes of the artist — that was what created an unforgettable picture tonight that will forever remain in their memory. What other pictures will create this little booth. To whom it will also serve as an indispensable means of recreating its hidden fantasies.