And then she lifted her shirt so that she became visible in front of her and her back, and showed him.

Thousand and One Nights

“But now I’ll feel this skating girl under the skirt,” thought old watchman Egorych cynically.

The girl entered the checkpoint and trustfully presented a fresh ID, still smelling of printing ink. Yegorych adjusted the glasses for rigor and looked at the document. The certificate was valid from today. Clearly new.

- Alcohol carry with you? He asked sternly.

- From where? - she was amazed.

“Not from where, but where.” Do you know where we get drunk?

“Where? ...” she confused.

- Everywhere! - burst Cerberus. - In places like that to say something shameful. And I don't know you, girl. I see you for the first time. Otkel let me know what have you got there? Perhaps here!

And he made an official gesture in the direction of his corner in the bar, inviting her for a personal search.

“Open your blouse,” he ordered. - “Do not be shy, nicho, this is a matter of service, everyone races * stitch.

- True? The girl asked trustingly, undoing the buttons with awkward pink fingers.

- So. still. that's good Oh, you sisyastenkaya what, - with a coarse old man caress, he approved. - What do you have in a bra?

“Chest,” she explained, embarrassed.

- I understand that no ass. I ask, hidden there under the boobs of what?

- Nothing is hidden.

- And you prove it! You show! ... The girl put her hands behind her back and began to "

quilting a bra. Clasp seized. one

“Okay, too,” said Yegorych, reluctantly, before * washing. - I'll check it out for the first time. with

And with skilled professional hands, it fell, young resilient breasts fell.

- Oh, you, and it seems that something is planted. The other would have half a liter of rubber in a hot-water bottle, and you have all yours, he wondered insincerely. - And between your legs, what will you have?

- What? She blushed. - What everyone has.

- At all, you know, that there just does not happen! And the alcohol is dragged, and the details are different, and when they steal money, your sister also tries to hide between her legs. You let that show. This is a service inspection called. Get used to it, new.

The new girl obediently nodded, lifted her suede banana skirt, and lowered her black modest panties.

- You have your legs, spread your legs! - shouted inspecting. “Why did you grow such thick hair there?” The very young, and the hairstyle between the legs - like a mane! What are you hiding there?

- I do not hide, - confused girl. - It is itself.

- Chegoy "self"? Here then all they say - "self"! ... And then call the police. Come on.

He ran his hand into the curly shoots and squeezed his fingers. From the enjoyment of his eyes closed parchment eyelids, like a dead old rooster.

“It seems that there is really nothing wrong,” he admitted, hardly coming off his occupation. - Well, go too. And look at me for the future - so that everything is in order! - And shook his knotty finger with a smoked yellow nail.

The girl brought herself up and went through the booth at the entrance to the factory yard. Studs were pinned on the stone slabs of the walkway past the Hall of Fame. Nearby, three guys in oily jackets were smoking on a bench near an urn.

- And I argue, show! - it came to her.

- What are we arguing about?

- Half a pot!

- Noticed. Vitka - break! The central of the guys, the fair-haired, burly, got up and called the girl:

- Girl! Sorry, aren't you late?

- Not.

- Can weight for a minute? One question at a time?

The girl went to the smoking room.

“Excuse me,” said a burly man politely, “it’s just that we argued.” The dispute, you know, is a manly thing. Argued for half a liter.

- About what?...

- What I will show you.

- What will you show? - she was surprised.

- Well, you are some kind of general, - he was surprised in turn. - Well, what can a guy show a girl?

- A picture?

“Yeah, the picture,” he promised vaguely. - I will show Vasya.

- What Vasya?

- His. What else?

He undid the working trousers and shamelessly brought Vasya to light.

- Oh, what a wiener. - Surprised the girl stretched. - Where did you get this?

The guy did not find the answer. His comrades laughed.

- Oh - she moves! And growing? - The girl opened her eyes and retreated two steps.

- Ok, looked and that's enough. - The guy began to hide the "sausage" in place, the hardened body did not fit. - A smoke break is over, it's time for us to work.

And all three went to the open gate of the nearest brick building, without even saying goodbye.

The girl turned her head and followed the signpost "Administration". She climbed the stairs to the second floor and opened the door with a sign "Human Resources".

“So,” said a massive blonde, looking like a Kholmogory cow. - Novikova Svetlana Ivanovna. Wow, the fourth Novikova for the third day comes to us. Can you print well?

- I graduated with honors.

- Now let's check what you were taught there. - Blonde eyes are oily, feeling her figure. - Egorych already checked you? Well, watchman?

- Checked, of course. Everything is good.

“Yegorych can be trusted,” a thin dark-haired brunette with glasses, sitting at the second table, cast her voice.

- Trust but check. Here you production, but not huhry-muhry, devonka. You must dress modestly so that nothing distracts from your work. Here it is, - she stood up and roughly threw her chest with Svetina's palms, - so that it was not! What did you put boobs? Not to the party came! Get the cotton out immediately!

“There is no cotton there,” said Sveta timidly.

- Ka-ak is not "! Look, it boasts! Here I do not - so I can prove it.

And the cadre in a circular motion of the palms unscrewed from the cleavage an awesome bust the size of two footballs.

- See? It's all without cheating. And where are you at that age?

She quickly pulled out Svetina's chest bra cups and leaned her balls against them, as if comparing. When she touched Sveta's nipples, the pink raisins tensed. Kadrovichka grabbed them with two fingers and began to twist like nuts.

“A good girl came to work,” she panted.

The brunette squeezed between them and knelt down. She pulled off her panties and said evil:

- And the hair on the body need to shave! You are already an adult. Here, first you need to mow the combine, why the hell are you kissing, then you do not spit!

- Rita! - the blonde said irritably from above, without stopping kneading Sveta's chest. - Do not brush your teeth after that - do not go kissing!

- And you hide your udder! - she responded. - The girl came to work, not twist tits.

- We know this job. decrees do not have time to issue. Well, what are you doing, Novikov? Let's fill the form!

Having filled out the questionnaire, Sveta carried it to the fourth floor, put a stamp and, following the order, went to the accounting department.

In the big room, a dozen and a half sat over bills for piles of papers ...