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All facts presented here were in reality, but the names had to be changed.

I am a 20-year-old student of a St. Petersburg university, but the whole point is that I am from the province. My parents were both engineers from Bryansk and they considered getting higher education as one of the biggest achievements in life. I entered a prestigious university for a prestigious specialty and studied at the expense of the state for 2, 5 years. But then I met an interesting guy and this intrigue prevented my studies. I received low marks at the session and had to switch to a paid department. Parents have that kind of money, and that’s $ 700 per semester. I knew that for sure. Hiding for what reason from my parents what happened, I borrowed money for the first semester from my girlfriends and decided that I could earn it. But the earnings did not work. All I managed to find was a few perfume distribution companies, but as it turned out I was just thrown. What to do next, I did not know.

Arriving in such a depressed mood, I accidentally ran into a woman, apologized and wanted to go further, but she caught my hand and began to look into my eyes. It was a woman 30-35 years old. The look is hard and domineering. The woman obviously looked after herself and was slim, tall and dark-haired. She was dressed very sophisticated and in my heart it made me respect and even some envy.

- You're not sick, she asked.

- No, I replied, but my voice was shaking.

The woman took my hands, carefully looked into my eyes again and suddenly said she wanted to meet me. I didn’t say anything definite, but I agreed to go with her to the cafe and drink a cup of coffee, since I couldn’t afford the luxury in my position. The charm of a woman slowly began to envelop me. I thought it might be a lesbian, or a pimp for western brothels, but in any case I would listen to her chesty, pleasant voice, drink a good natural coffee, and if you start pestering you with proposals for going to “work” abroad, I will send them politely where should For half an hour, the woman found out all my problems and somehow quietly offered me a job. Highly paid work!

My heart beat, but I immediately said that I did not want to listen to anything related to sex. Elvira, namely her name, said that it was not intimate, but connected with men, but more generally. I wanted to give up, but in my position. We parted with my promise tomorrow to call on Elvira’s cell phone. Of course, I called the next day. And I was invited. Elvira drove behind me in an expensive French car and drove to the office of the company in which I had to work, or rather learn. We drove to a very beautiful and old mansion on the Neva embankment, the gates automatically opened and we drove into the inner part of the courtyard. The guards, the healthy guys, respectfully parted as they let us in. Inside one of the luxurious rooms we were met by an elegantly dressed man of about 50, looked at me for a long time after the performance and said that he would be fine, fit. I was taken home. In the morning Melisa drove after me, a 25 year old very lively and cheerful girl. She said she would take care of me now. At first, she went with me to the dean's office and issued me an absence for a month, under the guise of the fact that I need urgent treatment in a sanatorium. And then, having traveled by car in Melissa's new-fashioned boutiques, I was very well dressed and sent to live at that time in a country house in the Zelenogorsk district.

Student earnings. Closed sanatorium.

It was a private sanatorium. About 20 or 30 girls lived in it. Each had a 2-bed room, very nicely decorated.At first I was worried that it all looked like a road, but still a brothel, but none of the men came to the security, and the girls were not taken anywhere, and I was assured a direct question that no one would sleep with me without my desire . Everything was treated to me pointedly politely and courteously. But there was one unpleasant circumstance. In this mini sanatorium was a very strict schedule. The observance, which was followed by a number of very strict-looking women of 30 years. In the morning, all the girls were lifted up with loud music, forced to be quickly in the toilet, and then taken out to the courtyard where they were forced to do exercises for 40 minutes. Then washing and very tasty breakfast. Then exercise in the gym and so on until lunch. Lunch, afternoon tea and dinner were very tasty and plenty of fruits and vegetables. After lunch, massage and other treatments. And only in the evening before dinner was 2 hours of free time. At 22 o'clock everyone was forced to go to bed. The next day I refused to submit my daily routine after breakfast and immediately sent me to a room on the 4th floor where Elvira found herself. With undisguised irritation, she invited me to sit down.

“What do you dislike about the girl here?” She asked with rudeness in her voice and intonation.

I began to ask why I was here, what kind of work I would have and why such a schedule was needed. After half an hour, I realized that I should look good and fresh. And to my question: “Why?”, She suddenly approached me, stroked my hair and asked if I really needed money. Having received my affirmative answer, she explained to me that there are rich, even very rich people who are ready to pay for their pleasures. I immediately reminded that I would not become a prostitute. Elvira grinned and said that I would not sleep with anyone. But, I really didn’t like something in this smile, I felt some kind of rigidity. Suddenly she asked if I was flogged as a child or not. I replied that I had not, and that I was not going to do this, and would leave today. And then you will pay for the university, Elvira asked insinuatingly. I thought. And she began to tell that they have a small club for very wealthy people, mostly foreigners, who enjoy when young and pretty girls just kind of lash their ass with rods and that it almost does not hurt. But if you suffer a few minutes, you can earn good money, not only for studies, but also for arranging your life. At first I refused again, but after further persuasion, I agreed to think until the morning. On this day, no one bothered me, and food was brought to the room. Lying in bed at night, I thought about my situation, I really wanted to finish my studies and was so tired of living in a student hostel in a room with 4 more girls.

In the morning I went to Elvira and signed the relevant papers. She immediately pressed the alarm button, and from the side door appeared two tall and strong ladies who grabbed my arms and dragged me to the basement. They sat in a chair and began to yell at me wildly. Then one came up with some device and touched it to me. I was paralyzed by some kind of shock, it was very painful. I jumped up and screamed, but immediately received a slap in the face. “This bitch needs to be taught a lesson,” said one of the ladies. - Wait, maybe she will be obedient, objected another. - Now check. And she made me undress for a while. I tried very hard and took everything off my bra and panties. The first came up to me, weighed a weighty slap in the face and made me continue to undress further and for a while. As soon as I undressed, I was forced to get dressed and so ten times for a time, encouraging me with my mothers and promises to make me so from what I felt cold in the lower abdomen. Suddenly a young and handsome guy began to walk through the room in which it was happening, and as luck would have it, I was completely naked. I turned away from the guy and instinctively covered my hands with the most intimate places, for which I immediately received another slap in the face.Looking with a smirk at me, the ladies called me "virgin" made me turn my face to him and lower my arms along the body, I of course submitted. But they thought it was not enough. And they made me go to the guy and ask him for a smoke. Burning with shame, I went to the guard ...

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