- Where are you tearing stockings? - Why, oh tank caught! - It happens that rocket drivers drove through here, so I'm talking about rockets From the conversation of two "shoulder".

Shoulders in the jargon of drivers are prostitutes, the main customers of which are truck drivers. Of all the poses, the most comfortable in the cab of the truck is the legs on the shoulders. Of course, it happens that stockings are torn about accessories on shoulder straps. This, so to speak, is the cost of the profession.

Maria was the most famous runner on this part of the road, and for friends and clients Masha was the only one.

Masha despised men since childhood. Her father was a deep drunk. When Masha was only fifteen years old, he raped her. Her mother, shedding tears, was lying at the feet of her daughter and asked not to write statements to the police, otherwise her father would be put in prison. Masha did not go to the police, but since then she has hated vodka and all men.

After becoming a little older, she realized that men can not only hate, but also get money from them. Of course, not just like that, but in exchange for intimate services.

There was no sensible hotel in her town, and the main place of work was the highway. At her first exit, she went while still at school. With the first payday, she bought a liter of liter of fake vodka. She knew that dad could not stop while she was in the house at least a drop of alcohol. This dose brought him to the grave. She was not present at the funeral and the wake. There was no remorse: because of him she became a road prostitute.

For fifteen and a half years, she has become fairly skilled in the art of love in a car. Rumors of a dashing "chick" capable of sucking brains through: hm, spread far beyond her hometown. Over time, Maria had regular customers, mostly drivers of large trucks.

A woman whose soul was broken in her youth dreamed of only one thing: to earn as much money as possible.

She has already exceeded thirty years ago, which is rarely the case for the “moth” in modern times, but it looked like it was quite commercial. As the young rivals thought, Masha knew the old recipe for making a rejuvenating ointment from male sperm, and other seasonings, allowing it to survive so well.

Neither the figure nor the face betrayed her age, especially since at night, in the car, you don’t really see who you are dealing with.

Man for pleasure.

Five years ago, she met Cyril.

He was one of her familiar clients. She had already served him several times on the track. While she was working with him, the car was standing on the side of the road, and a car crashed into it with a drunk driver in it. He and Lucky were lucky: everyone got off only with bruises, but it was impossible to continue the journey. There were no places in the hotel, and she decided to bring Kirill to her home. She was indirectly responsible for the accident and wanted to make amends to her client.

For the first time in a long time, she made love to herself at home, on a wide bed. The tender hands of the client caressed her when she already had no strength left. Whether from the home environment, or from the skill of her lover, or from that, but she managed something that almost never happened in her life: she enjoyed the intimacy with a man. Not only that, he went, made breakfast and put him to bed.

She did not take money from him, but he stayed with her for another night, and then not the next day. Hot and tender embraces of Cyril delivered to Masha that incomparable feminine satisfaction, which most practicing priestesses of paid love usually lack. They ended up living together.

Here are just a beautiful Prince Cyril was not. Worst of all, that he was not a normal man either. Such men are contemptuously called "Alfonso". He lived with her in full board, helped, as he could, with the housework, but he did not carry money to the house and had nothing against the way she earned money. A year later, he formed a relationship with her.

Masha did not have strong feelings for him, but in his arms she could have an orgasm and forget for a while that she had to pretend pleasure every day in order to satisfy clients more fully.

Immediately after the wedding, he was registered in her apartment. And in general, he sat down, as they say, at all. He loved his wife in his own way. I helped her as best I could: I ran shopping, mopping the floor, preparing food for her arrival from work. At the same time, he did not even try to find a decent male wage, so that his wife could quit her business.

He knew how his wife was making money, and he was relatively calm about it. But then he became jealous of her customers. No matter how hard Masha tried to explain to him that she was secluded with men only for the sake of the money for which he, Odello, was left unfinished, and fed, he continued to be jealous.

Cyril did not want to listen to anything, claiming that Masha had enough money already. However, she did not agree with him: Masha knew that her time was running out and she dreamed of opening a roadside grocery store. But for this it was necessary to save a couple of thousand dollars.

Jealousy.

Jealousy for the oldest profession in the world of his wife grew in the soul of Cyril every day. On New Year's Eve, he even tried to commit suicide by cutting his veins. After being discharged from the hospital, he began to pursue Masha everywhere, and prevented her from working with clients.

In the evenings, they had violent scenes, turning into a fierce sexual battle, and in the morning everything went on again.

But all patience comes to an end. Masha seriously threatened Cyril that if he did not shut up his jealousy in his ass and did not calm down, then they would have to leave forever.

Maria could not have imagined that it would all end so badly. After waiting for the jealous man to fall asleep, she climbed out from under the blanket and went out to work again.

Work on the highway.

Car headlights flashed in the dark pretty female figure.

- Would you like to relax? - Masha asked the driver.

Instead of answering, the driver opened the door. Masha sat on the floor and began to unbutton her pants on men's trousers. At the same time, she recalled the dachshund, looked into the driver’s eyes and habitually licked her lips like a dog does at the sight of a sugar stone. This gesture alone made more than one hundred male bodies forget for some time their beloved wives and girlfriends.

- Well, come on, come on! - the driver encouraged her, shaggy her short haircut.

He felt the first soft touch of her lips. Her sharp agile tongue, vibrating finely, walked over the flesh, then went deeper, reaching the head. Opening her plump lips, Maria began to nudge his still languid household into her mouth with her hand.

Several gentle movements and the male driver's economy has come on full alert. Her lips were folded into the ring of Venus, and the warm tongue habitually caressed the client.

The driver was already preparing to defuse. He leaned back in his chair and relaxed: a warm wave slowly rolled through his body, rising from there, where Masha's soft and very cozy mouth played so gently and so gently with the organ that was bored on the way.

Suddenly a man approached the car. - Masha! He called.

Masha stopped, wiped her lips and abruptly turned towards the man who had called her. The client, having decided that it was the police, on the contrary, was formed in half, deciding that it would be better for the guardians of order not to be caught in this form.

Masha immediately recognized the person who came up to the car. It was Cyril, her roommate.

“You are again,” she said viciously, “for the second time in a day, you tear off work, crud!” What do you want?

- Come out, toadstool! Now I will kill you, and then myself. Do you hear? But I love you!

- Maybe not? I'm still good! - Masha tried to joke, getting out of the car and thinking that maybe everything will be okay.

Her last words had an effect on Cyril, like a red rag on a bull. He roared and rushed forward.

- That's how you spoke! - Cyril burst into paint. So you say it is good? And this idiot there smeared with honey? Nipple!

Without waiting for an answer, he swore foully, raised his right hand, in which all this time he was squeezing his instrument of retribution - a kitchen knife, stuck from the house.

A month that came out of the clouds covered the scene of the tragedy. Masha angrily looked at Cyril. His eyes seemed to glow with rage. The client managed to get out of the car and saw a blade sparkling in the twilight.

- Run! Call the police! - Masha shouted to the client.

He did not even have time to fasten his fly, rushed to run.

Night tragedy.

Cyril did not catch up with him. Rage, jealousy and hatred turned him into a wild beast. Without thinking, he thrust a knife into the chest of the woman he loved. Masha wildly yelled.

But no cry to fix anything was impossible. Cyril stabbed the victim's neck twice more. She wheezed and sank on the asphalt, bleeding the doors and the interior of the car with blood.

Seeing Masha bleeding, he stopped and wiped her blood from his face.

- Damn you! - He said, put the knife blade to his stomach, and fell face down on the asphalt, under the legs of his beloved.

At around midnight, a frightened man came to the police patrol on the highway and reported that he had just witnessed the murder. At what crime is committed in his own car. The unlucky driver was immediately put in a car and taken to the crime scene.

The man and the woman were still breathing. The woman was sitting on a bloodstained road, leaning against a car wheel, and clutching a terrible wound on her neck. The man was lying next to him on the side, pressing his legs to his stomach. A kitchen knife handle protruded from his belly, the blade went into the body entirely. One of the policemen urgently called an ambulance, and the other began to put a bandage on the woman.

The ambulance arrived quickly, but they could no longer help Kirill. At the autopsy, it was found that the knife pierced the abdominal aorta - death occurred in a matter of minutes.

Masha was saved by the policeman who provided her first aid in time. Before losing consciousness of blood loss, Maria managed to tell the patrol about the circumstances of the tragedy ...

A holy place is never empty.

After this terrible night, Maria wears dresses with a closed collar, so as not to show scary marks on her neck. Shoulder she no longer works.

She still opened a stall at the highway turn, where she worked for so many years. She never managed to collect money for the store. Arriving drivers are served by new generations of shoulder prostitutes. She sells them condoms at a discount. As they say, a holy place is never empty.