In the evening, I found Oksana doing an amazing job - she wound cotton on long wooden navels, pressed her tightly in her hand and gently inserted into test tubes. I realized that there was a new game.

She covered the table with a white tablecloth, laid out a pile of sealed syringes, a box of ampoules. Nearby put a tripod with Kvach, so hit my imagination.

“Come on, get dressed,” the wife ordered efficiently, handing me my doctor's robe.

She herself ran into the next room, a minute later appeared before me in a new medical gown. Sleeves she pulled up above the elbows exposing the lovely dark hands.

- Not too short? - Looking at her knees, she asked, clearly hinting at a violation of medical rules.

“Not too much,” I replied. “You should have told me what it all means.”

- Now there will be three of us ... In general, they are not against playing with us. True, almost nothing can. Future ballet stars.

- Who ?! - I was amazed. “Where did you find them?”

“Where I found it, I don’t ...” she answered mysteriously.

Dzinkinku door bell.

“Come on, at the table,” Oksana commanded. “And stop you grinning your teeth! ... I warned them that you are very strict.”

Three tall girls in short T-shirts on the occasion of the heat - “golopuziki” and jeans entered the room. Bohemia, I thought. - Well, what do you take from her ... "Oksana slammed the door and began to command.

- Girls, the doctor once, he has a lot more work ... Handbags hang here ... And do not be afraid. Well, think a little bit you have to be patient ... So you are no longer girls.

Frowning brows, I watched with curiosity. These girls, it seems, really were ballet dancers - they moved so elegantly. And they began to fear.

“I hope you are not shy of each other’s friend,” said Oksana, chatteringly, “Therefore, quickly undress below the belt.” Carry pants in the corner, here, and to the doctor. He will see you and begin ...

Such a turnover, they apparently did not expect. The girls, flushing deeply, lowered their eyes and did not move.

- And quickly, there is no time! - Oksana shouted at them, and where did such strictness in her voice come from. The girls slowly, as if through force, began to undress.

- Quickly, I said! To have nothing below the belt! Panties - on the sofa, jeans - in the corner - she commanded.

A few minutes later the ballerinas were exposed, remaining only in T-shirts. They stood by the couch beautiful, long-legged, lean. “Ay, yes, wife,” I thought with gratitude. “Well, you succeeded!” ...

I got up from the table.

- Come to me, girl, - I called one of them. - What is your name?

- Maria ...

- So, Maria ... Masha ... Very good ... Open your mouth ... Wider ... No, you don’t have to stick out your tongue ... Say "aaaa ..." Very good ... - mechanically, I ground the first thing that came into my head, holding her face in my palms and trying to figure out the plan of my wife.

- Mike, pull it up, please, higher! - I ordered.

Maria obediently lifted up her shirt, exposing her small elastic breasts. She did not wear bras. “That's right,” I said to myself.

Holding the shirt, Masha froze, turning her face to the side. “Partisan during interrogation,” I thought.

- Are you afraid?

“I’m ashamed of you,” she whispered slightly.

I carefully examined her mammary glands, checked her lymph nodes. Of course, everything was ok there.

- Next, - trying to give a voice a shade of official boredom, I called.

... Inspection came to an end. Oksana put a tripod with a quack on the edge of the table.

- Girls, relax, we still have a lot to do. Get right here, on the couch, with your back to me, like this, side by side, all three ... Very good ...

"Really good," I thought, looking at three pairs of charming buttocks and beautiful slender legs.

“Now, darling, they leaned lower, spreading their buttocks with their hands,” Oksana busily commanded, pulling out the kvachi from test tubes. - It will be a little unpleasant, but you need to be patient ...

With these words, she swirled the quat in one of the girls with a quick twisting movement. The girl instinctively straightened, but then immediately obediently bent over and straightened again when Oksana’s hand brought a thick cotton quack to her deeper.

Leaving the quack to hang around between the girl’s buttocks, Oksana also skillfully proceeded to the second.

“Slowly straightened up ... Let the Kwachas be ...,” Oksana commanded, ending with the last girl, who was very nervous and loudly yokala with each movement of the kvach. - Hold on for three minutes ...

The future ballet stars stood silently by the sofa, utterly charming with sticks sticking up between tightly compressed buttocks.

Returned from the next room Oksana. She ordered everyone to bend over again and quickly extracted the Kwachi.

“There will be no procedures today,” she announced. - To begin with, only analyzes. Smear I took. Now the doctor will give you a diagnostic injection in the leg, - Oksana expressively looked at me, - and in two days you will come for the results. Well, who is the bravest?

Bold was not, then I called Victoria. Oksana opened a brand new thin syringe, filled it and planted a needle on it. Victoria watched these preparations without stopping.

“Get here,” I commanded, pointing to a chair pushed against a wall. - Face the wall, with your hands stick to the wall ...

Victoria fluttered to a chair with a slight movement and froze, staring at the wall. Maria and Natasha watched her with great interest and hidden excitement. Oksana gave me a syringe and cotton wool.

“Girl, stand on your toes, and higher,” I said sternly, thinking that it was this request that would in no way impede the ballerina.

The girl stood up easily. I walked to her feet, feeling a surge of admiration for that perfect beauty, which her strained calves showed, chasing under the skin and instantly hardened, like metal in a form made by a brilliant sculptor.

“I'm already standing,” the girl called impatiently, and I woke up from the contemplation. I rubbed a cotton swab on the left leg with a cotton swab and, after a while, while the alcohol dries, decisively injected the needle.

The girl screamed loudly, rather in surprise than in pain. And suddenly I saw that Masha and Natalia, without saying a word, quickly approached me, without taking their eyes off the needle sticking out of their girlfriend's leg. Their faces burned with excitement. I pressed the plunger of the syringe.

- Enough, doctor, it hurts me! Please do not need so much pain, - began to beg Victoria.

- Vika, does it really hurt you? - With some strange expression in her voice asked Maria. - Or pretend to be? - Oh, girls, very painful! Just a leg drives! Oh, enough, there is no strength to endure! ... - The girl began to cry.

I pulled out a needle and told her to leave the chair. Slightly limping, she went to the sofa and sat on the edge, wiping her tears with her fist. Oksana approached her and began to say something quietly in her ear, placing her hand between her lovely hips ...

When, standing on a chair, Maria began to cry, Vika was already groaning with happiness in the experienced hands of her wife. Natasha, biting her lips with excitement, waited for her turn.

Her calves were also beautiful and hard, and the sharp needle also entered them easily, carrying with it the sweet pain of a prick.

When the three girlfriends left, the wife took a couple of theater tickets out of her purse and put them on the TV with meaning in her eyes.

“The day after tomorrow we go to the ballet,” she announced. - Nice to see friends on stage.