three little girls, fall at the table in front of me and continue, obviously, the conversation started on the way here, saying that it's cold, how it is cold in the vestibule, well, what else is allowed in the restaurant. How someone slept. I notice something familiar in the one with my back to me. Here she says something. Exactly, "three second-class". It all fits. Well, okay, until the waitress came, we must take the bull by the horns.

- Girls, I'm sorry, are you from Moscow?

- Yes, from Moscow.

- And what brought you to such a wilderness?

Hee da ha, yes we are frog travelers, yes ...

- Students, or what?

- Yes, in theatrical study.

Then I am Mikhail Boyarsky, only a mustache accidentally shaved off in the morning, but the hat remained in the compartment.

“I really like going to the theater,” I say.

In fact, what's wrong with that?

I try to talk more, with the one that sits on my back, so that she would be more uncomfortable. Here she does not stand up and moves, inviting me to transfer. I order a normal meal for everyone (you might think that this is a Metropol-restaurant, not a carriage), I treat you with cigarettes.

- Come and sit with me. I have a fully coupe to Moscow paid. (And what, no, or what?). There and you can smoke.

How long have I not communicated with young people in its habitat. We played cards, yes and no, mafia, and jokes. Muzychka set. I had 3 or 4 MP3 discs, movie songs, 200 best love songs and something else. When we went to dinner, I suggested that they move to me for good. Adopted unanimously. Oh, no guitar, I would remember youth. And what songs do the youth sing now?

Drank beer, opened the window, smoke. Wow, it was difficult to imagine a better pastime. The train arrives in the afternoon, somewhere around the 4th morning they decided to go to bed. Dressed, took a cigarette, went to smoke. One lady less than 10 minutes does not fit, and, with an increase in the number of ladies N times, the time required for their laying T is (1 + n) N t, where n> 0, t is the time required for laying one lady. It smells like 40 minutes, no less. No, I was not afraid of anything. If they are not specially trained hackers, they will not do anything with bast. Yes, and trained need time to download everything. There is nothing to take from me except a brush, a razor and detectives. I was calm.

We had time to stop, I bought some kind of jam, another beer. I went up to the coupe, the door 2 cm ajar: "everything, not locked, I'm ready." Getting in. Oh oh My new girlfriends do not lie on the shelves played out in a fool, but stand, as far as possible in the compartment, with a back to me. All wrapped in sheets, and on the heads of a turban-type towel. Stand, do not budge. I shut the door. From the inside. They still stand. I'm standing too. He threw the can and bottle on the shelf. Are standing. He took off his jacket. Are standing. BUT! Locked the door. One moved, did something.

If I were a Sultan, I'd have three wives

And triple beauty would be surrounded

Sang my bast voice Nikulin. Girls poked me so as not to interfere. I sat down, picked up my legs. And they started that dance, when everyone opens their clothes at once and block each other in this way. The viewer all the time sees bare legs and bare shoulders, naturally believing that everything between them is bare. But expand it but 1, 5 square. m coupe ... maybe the truth is the artist.

After this song began some kind of Oriental melody. They, therefore, managed to write a playlist. Maybe, nevertheless, hacker? Just one at a time: from the DAEC, from the STI, and the redhead Ksyusha is exactly from customs. The girls went to magic tricks. The two tucked their sheets and began to curl over the third sheet around Marina, the one from the train station. The essence of the tricks was that the girl, hidden by the sheet, fully dressed in winter clothes, which the venerable public can see, and then gradually undresses. He will put his foot out of the sheet, and take off her jeans. Then the shot thing is thrown at me.When, in theory, she should remain in the same linen, the sheet is pulled off, and the girl is again fully dressed in winter clothes. Well, of course, applause.

How could I be so wrong! Well, of course, Marinin is the surname of Kio, Ksyushina is Danilina, and the blonde Nastya is exactly Copperfield! Sorry, I do not recognize you in makeup.

The melody ended earlier than the focus, and one had to be started first manually. When the first chords of “You can leave your hat on” were heard, there was no longer any doubt, the next number was striptease. Ksyusha and Nastya sat on the sides of the door, so that their legs and hips were visible from under the sheets, but it would be unclear if there is anything else or not. Well, Marina went to dance. Kim Besinger even if she began to dance in the compartment of the car, would not have done better. Marina even found a pole, a folding ladder for climbing on the second shelf. Following the lyrics, she stayed in black underwear and a black knitted hat. In this form, she began to dance already on the table and, practically on me, substituting her back and hips. I, it was, took the lock, but Marina twisted and ran away. And then it looks like this between the breasts, well, come on, come on.

Nooo, girls! Either we play, or all of you in this form will get out into your reserved seat. For money, I can watch it every day. Well, look, you have the last chance. I open a beer on the table and shove an open bottle under her bra in front. Marinka squeals, twitches, beer is from a frost recently, but she accepts the game. She did not take a beer as a reward for removing her bra, but bending down with her whole body to her friends gave each of them a bottle to drink. Those, too, and pokmokali and twisted tongues, pokrasovalis. The last turn, of course, my. I try to drink beer, from between the breasts, and Marinka dances everything, does not grab the bottle, she still leans lower and lower, now everything is spilled on me, we must hurry, I instinctively raise my arms to hold the bottle and drink like a bottle falls into my hands with the unbuttoned bra. I only have time to glance at the bare chest, as Marina immediately jumps back and bashfully turns her booty to me.

No, I did not see such a number. If girls are professional, then why the hell are they in a reserved seat go.

I sit, I drink beer, I look further. What does she put in her underpants? Beer again? Not original. Jam? Stupid. We will understand.

Marinka, in the best traditions of imitation of modest girls, will either turn her chest, then cover her with her hands, then lower her panties, then pull back. So she finally decided to finally give up her responsibility and let me do it. She got up side by side, otklyachila ass, well, you will shoot yourself or you give what? For starters, I just pulled her to her by her panties (who doesn't know, you can't wear dancers in real striptease). Here the real striptease game ends, and Marina jumps with her knees on mine and presses against the body. I still have a T-shirt, except perhaps without a jacket. She runs her breasts over my face, I touch her nose, lips. And under the final chord, she jumps from her knees already completely naked.

Judges. For the technique of execution: 5-8, 5-9, 5-9, 6-0, 5-9.

For artistry: 6-0, 6-0, 6-0, 6-0, 6-0.

The laptop erupts from itself a roar of a raging mob, whistling, clapping and hooting. Marina picks up her bra and panties, hides behind her friends. Under the theme of "Odyssey 2000", pulled, in fact, to disgrace, the girls take turns making sharp movements to remove the sheets. Here the powerful blows end, white clothes fall, and all three girls stand before me one after another: brunette Marina in black, red Ksenia in pink and blonde Nastya in white underwear. All in a pose for photographing a beauty contest. Marina, the closest, and seemingly the highest, under continuing music with the same jerky movements undresses and takes place in the auditorium.

Under the smoother music that replaced the solemn chords, Ksyusha and Nastya began to caress and excite each other with mirror precision, gradually stripping, and Marina, ... Read more →