Having jumped home after work, Tanya first of all rushed into the shower. Hot jets washed away the tension of the working day and forced the thoughts to flow in a quieter channel. However, carrying out the necessary procedures set up thoughts in a slightly different way. Lathering her “kitty”, Tanya took a razor, and with cautious movements left, from the hairs that started to break through, only a small rectangle that did not hide, but rather emphasized the prominent knoll of flesh ahead. Fingers slid to the clitoris, but Tanya was able to stop herself, “Not now, time is short,” Tanya murmured quietly, as if cursing herself for weakness. If the evening turns out to be successful, then this is now superfluous, - she finally decided.

Wriggling around the mirror, Tanya chose a transparent blouse, which was not so much opened as teased by peeking through it with bends and brownish nipple bulges. The choice between a skirt and jeans did not last long. The skirt won, because the availability of certain places increased significantly in it, which increased the chances of a pleasant pastime. Tanya was finishing dressing stockings when the phone rang.

- Where are you? - Lena's voice was slightly annoyed.

“I'm ready,” answered Tanya, in a slightly breathless voice.

Lenka giggled, - Prepared and insisted? She asked, slightly sarcastically.

- Yes, like a young champagne, ready to cork up! Well, after how much? - Laughing asked Tanya.

- I will come for you, you dissolute girl! - answered Lena.

Ten minutes later, Tanya opened the door to the demanding warble of the ringing bell. Lenka is not prepared as well. Jeans appealingly covered the buttocks, so much so that the hemispheres seemed to be separated by the hand of an experienced sculptor. It was difficult to say at once what the sheepskin coat was hiding, but, knowing Lenka, it was possible to assume that the top surpassed the bottom on the sexuality scale by a dozen points.

“We rushed, the taxi is already waiting,” said Lena in a low, inviting voice.

- Fu you, minx, run! - playfully answered Tanya.

Having bargained and having paid off the taxi driver, the girls jumped out of the car and hurriedly rushed to the doors of the club, since the mischievous frost had already managed to climb under the skirt of Tanya and Lena had to pinch her nipples a little rough. However, near the door they were in for a big disappointment in the form of a security guard, busily blocking the passage.

“Today is a closed party,” dryly coughed an unpleasant type in a black uniform.

- We are with Oleg Petrovich, - Lena did not lose her.

However, the said phrase did not have any effect on the guard. But a whimsical fortune at this moment splashed out of the doors of the club a group of three men, dressed in formal suits with badges glistening on their lapels, which seemed to indicate that they belonged to some major campaign. Waving cigarettes clamped in their hands and laughing merrily, the men tried to light up, but nothing came of it. At this moment, having shown truly devilish ingenuity, Lena rushed towards them, dragging Tanya, who rested her hand slightly.

“Oleg Petrovich, they are not letting us in,” Lena coaxed, offended, looking invitingly at the eldest in age, and apparently in position, a group of men.

- Why? - a little surprised asked a tall, tightly-knit man, who by this moment had lit his cigarette and was puffing up smoke and steam from his mouth.

“It is not clear,” answered the older elder, who looked like Santa Claus, who had trimmed his beard and who was dressed in the latest fashion for some reason, “Let them go, these are ours,” and said to the girls already, that you can not smile until the end of the evening!

- We can! - Lena answered confidently, and pointedly looked at Tanya, who by this time was already thinking about the possibility of continuing the race with frostbitten ovaries.

The girls, accompanied by quietly talking and slightly laughing men, went inside. The tables at the walls were tightly packed with lively people talking. Someone was saying a toast loudly, a woman was laughing loudly over the words of a young man whispering softly in her ear. On the dance floor, people moved briskly, apparently considering their movements to be a dance and meaningfully looking around with a view of the Austrian Aboriginal people who were performing tribal duty.

“Well, now we’ll show them,” muttered Tanya, who had begun to warm up.

“I came, I saw, I won,” Lena muttered, puzzled, and then added more confidently, “Lucky!”

“Girls, let me invite you to our table,” the girls behind the back heard the voice of a tightly-knit man, who later turned out to be “just Peter,” and the company’s director, Sergey Viktorovich, was an amazingly kind and cordial person.

- Why heartfelt, and why is he :. - Tanya thought to herself.

The next two hours were spent in lively dances and the first experience of drinking a Czech drink, with the strange name Absinthe. Preparation of portions took place, and, draining viscous drops, stained the green liquid in the glass in the gentle color of the sea waves. On the dance floor, the girls gave themselves up to dance with the frenzy of people randomly trapped in a stuffy, hot room for a long time, and finally caught in the fresh air. The clothes, which were already not sufficiently hiding the young charms, periodically lifted upwards, or descended downwards, teasing and disturbing the consciousness of men, and probably some women, judging by ambiguous glances. Tanya completely dispersed, and having kissed Lena around her several times, she twirled Lena around her, running her hand over her nipples swollen under a thin cloth and brushing away sweat from her upper lip, went to the table. Lena was left to dance with some two young guys, who by that moment had lost their corporate glitter, jackets and ties, but who by some miracle kept the white shirts unbuttoned almost to the waist. Lenkin's ass periodically touched the protruding parts on the men's trousers, and the tongue slid between the lips, sometimes resembling a naughty snake.

“There is an offer to continue the holiday in another less noisy, but more interesting place,” said smiling “just Peter,” who for some reason did not get drunk, despite drinking absinthe, which was three times more than what Tanya had drunk.

- And where? - Tanya asked, breathing loudly, the dance still made itself felt.

- I think you will like it. Sergey Viktorovich will be with us and some other of ours.

Tanya remembered that all evening, and especially Sergey Viktorovich, behaved very loyally, and did not respond even to the advances of Lena, who was an expert in her work. The only exception was a young man, who tightly pressed against Tanya in a dance, and unnoticed, who had crawled under her skirt with a hand heated by alcohol. It is impossible to say that Tanya did not like it, rather, probably, even excited it. The decision was taken.

- We're going, - she replied, looking at Lena, tightly clamped by young dancers, moving in unison.

A huge black car was not able to take in all. The girls got a smaller but no less impressive tinted foreign car with a silent driver, twitching the gearbox. The girls pulled out cosmetic bags, and tried to eliminate the damage caused to makeup. Having giggled over the events that took place, they calmed down and waited for the final stop of the confusing route.

The place in which they found themselves was reminiscent of the working district, but when they took the elevator up, a luxuriously furnished hall opened to their eyes, with side seats ...