Veronica went down to the common room. She was wearing only shoes, black grace and stockings. In the flowing hair alela rose. There were no panties on her, and the dark spot of the pubis stood out sharply against the background of the dazzling legs. The customer was waiting in the corner on the couch. It was a shriveled old man in a general's uniform, one of the restaurant's regulars. He must have thought of himself as Alain Delon and looked very funny because of this, for both in appearance and in the manner of holding he was much more reminiscent of de Funes' heroes. In bed, he used to show off his brilliant career from the son of a laborer to the general and taught the girls how to live. It was usually not enough for anything else. And yet the general was distinguished by the amazing ability to expose himself in the most idiotic way. And now, having punished Vika to meet him in a truly classic whore's attire, he did not think of anything better than to fasten a dress uniform with a full set of “battle regalia”.

While waiting for the girl, the general gnawed his nails and was so carried away that he did not immediately see her. But when he finally noticed how a true gentleman, rushed to meet him. He smacked his faded lips on his bare shoulder (he could not get any higher) and, without wasting time, with haste, which was rare for his age, dragged her up the stairs to the room. The bartender in the hall with the photographer looked lazily after the retreating couple. The combination of a pompous general of a uniform with a naked girl's ass, defiantly playing with all its delightful roundness, was extremely comical. The photographer smiled weakly and spat.

Carefully locking the door behind him, the old man exhaled in relief and plopped down on the wide double bed under the blue silk canopy. Veronica knew what was required of her. Releasing from under the grace of her chest, she froze at attention, leaving the general to freely admire her charms.

The old man studied Vika for a long time, occasionally giving commands. Walk around the room: turn backwards: bend down: sit on the floor: lie down: stand up "cancer": on all fours: He spoke loudly and abruptly, like a sergeant on a parade-ground or a trainer in a circus. Finally, much admiring this bizarre performance, the old satyr fell silent. Without waiting for a special invitation Veronica began to undress him.

Freeing her gentleman from the clothes, she began to kiss his bony body, to caress a member who had long lost his former boldness. Vika sting his hands, took in his mouth, rubbed on his nipples, but to no avail. A prominent Soviet military leader completely refused to obey his own flesh. Fantastic disgusting! However, the general, apparently, has become accustomed to that and only doomedly waved his hand.

Vika moved to the next program number. Throwing off the grace and remaining in some stockings, she turned on the tape recorder standing next to the bed. A languid oriental melody filled the room. Lying in front of the old man on the bed, Veronica began to play the beat to the music with her breasts, wriggling voluptuously, shaking the lower abdomen. As the music became hotter and more incendiary, its movements became more and more untied, and starting from a certain moment, and simply vulgar. She stretched her labia so that they simply did not stand up and burst; turned them inside out, or by running the inside of the fingers of both hands, swarmed there, sorting out all their insides; pulling, rubbed her delicate pink flesh. All this already strongly looked like an unattractive lesson of female anatomy, however the valiant representative of the armed forces was suffocating with delight.

Gradually, the music began to subside. Veronica froze. She lay with her legs up and her arms wide apart. Cunt was, in full view, even her lips parted, as if inviting inward. Unable to bear it, the general rushed to the cherished place for lack of a better skinny, shaking finger.Giggling lustfully, he began to pick them in his pussy with pleasure. Long time the old man did not get such pleasure. To celebrate, he drooled, and a few healthy drops, rolled down the chin that was as wet as April snow, dropped Vika on the stomach.

A little breathless, the general decided to modify the tactics. Leaving one hand between the legs of the girl, the other he began to caress her breasts. However, this could hardly be called affection. The brave warrior left behind him bruising, bruising, abrasion, and there was not even a scratch. Yellow crooked fingers with long dirty nails eagerly tormented a beautiful female body, as if avenging him for their own ugliness and weakness.

The meeting lasted for about an hour with breaks. Before leaving, the general decided to withdraw from Vika as a souvenir. He consulted with the photographer for a long time and, unable to dwell on one thing, he finally decided to take three pictures at once. On the first, Veronica, in grace and stockings, just stood with him on the arm (he was, of course, with a full parade, even put on his cap). On the second, she, already in stockings alone, was reclining, with her legs wide apart, on the bed, and the general, with the air of a successful hunter at the killed prey, was pushing her cunt with two fingers. And finally, Vika was captured in her “crown” pose: with one leg upright and bent double, she licks her pussy with her tongue. The old man in this case just sat side by side, mowing one eye into the lens.

Having received the photographs, the “son of a laborer” zasemenil finally back home, playfully winking the girl goodbye. And she, looking at her watch, began hastily to put herself in order. Before the next visit there was about half an hour.

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In the “house of love”, as its regulars called the institution pompously, they could not tolerate the much more simple and understandable word “brothel”, Veronica had been around for about a year. She came here by chance and believed, first, that she would not linger for more than a week or two, then decided to stay for a month, then for one more.

It all started with the fact that once in the Pushkin Museum a stranger approached her, seemingly Georgian, and, posing as a photographer, offered her a good money to work with him as a model. Veronica refused, but the Georgians did not lag behind. Finally, if only to get rid, she agreed to write down his phone: And about a month later she was given a funky set of French cosmetics; the price, it seemed, was biting - they were breaking exactly the same thing - but the set was worth it and, calling around in search of money for her friends, Vika found this phone in a notebook. I decided to call. A meeting was immediately arranged with her, and the very next day, having learned that she needed money, Bob (that was the name of her casual acquaintance) with impudent self-confidence dictated her own conditions. He can give her a thing for a week of nude posing. She will not be in Moscow for a week, but she will return home with a piece in her pocket: No, you can’t do that, you will have to pose naked. And what, strictly speaking, is she afraid of? We will not publish these photos: And then, should she be ashamed of her body!

Already in the evening of the next day, a silver “Mercedes” was waiting for Vika. Behind the wheel sat stranger fat man. Tying her some rag eyes, he put her in the back seat. Only after that the car started off. Just like in a bad detective story.

We drove for two hours, no less. First - on some noisy highways (Veronica now and then heard the sound of cars rushing past), then they turned onto a much calmer highway, and then - on the country road. Finally, the car again went to the asphalt and soon stopped. Vike untied his eyes.

- Come out, goat.

It was still quite light. The girl looked around. Massive, with small windows, a three-story brick building; desert, through and through the space of a small park; high concrete fence (lacking only barbed wire) and no signs of human housing around. In the light of the fading day, it all looked very ominous. Veronica felt uneasy, she wanted to say something, but the fat man was already pulling her along.

- Come soon, we are waiting.

They entered the house.Here was almost total darkness. However, it didn’t hurt the fat man, he was completely free in the house and ...