tell me that we just had a conversation. Is that really true? - Alex said approvingly, when Lizonka was dressed again and brought him coffee.

- Yes, of course, doctor.

As if there was no sex between them. What was and well. Superfluous memories of the pupa and its owner were not included in the plans of either Telegin or his mentor, Dr. Shevchenko. Alex waited for the oligarch, who appeared exactly an hour after his departure. Little girl smiled at him amiably.

- Doctor, you are a magician!

“I know,” Alex answered rather, leaving the already hospitable room, “but you better forget about everything that happened today.”

And with a sense of accomplishment out of the suite. And when he left the hotel, dialed the number of the doctor.

- Sergey Anatolyevich, it seems that the problem has been solved! - He told the boss with pride.

- I know, Alex. The alarm has disappeared. You have high hopes. I am glad that I was not mistaken in you, - his mentor praised, but he immediately switched to a businesslike tone, - I will have to meet tomorrow. Get a bonus and a new task.

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In the evening, as was agreed, Yang, on a call on the new Arbat, met with Telegin. At 20 o'clock the bell sounded and Alex was met by a plump boy in a fashionable suit. Friendly smile, light Latvian accent and familiar feminine manners. That is why they are warm friends with Mitya. However, the sexual orientation of the new acquaintance did not interest Alex at all, in this respect he became more democratic.

“Nikolai Nikolayevich is waiting for you,” the assistant official said after greeting Telegin, “I ask you to get in the car.” Nearby was a black low-key car with a solid and responsible for the name of the logo "Volvo". Once inside, Alex relaxed and listened to the words of a plump Latvian. He said that if it were not for Mitya and the reputation of the Beauty Corporation, about which Yang had heard a lot of good things, this meeting could hardly have been held. In general, everything is connected and interconnected.

- But it is very difficult to please Nikolai Nikolaevich. Today you will see for yourself what girls are in his club.

- For example?

- See for yourself - Ian mysteriously smiled.

Moscow traffic jams were mysteriously, but successfully bypassed, and soon the pride of the Swedish car industry was outside the city. During this time, Yang, who was himself driving, was complacently telling Moscow gossip. At the same time that Alex noticed, he no longer spoke a word about his boss. Telegin sometimes inserted short phrases for conversation, trying to also look like a sociable and complacent guy. What seemed like Jan himself.

Passing the road, surrounded by a forest, but at the same time neat and illuminated, Volvo drove to a large mansion, protected by a strong gate. Jan sounded three times. The gate opened - a guard of great stature approached the car. He shone lightly on the faces.

“Mr Jauce, who is this with you?” He asked politely.

- Guest of Nikolai Nikolaevich. Alexander Telegin. Journalist. You were not warned, - Yang replied in a somewhat irritating manner.

- Warned. Excuse me. I should have checked

- Okay. Open the gates.

The car drove smoothly into the yard. There were already several cars. The trailer stood out by itself, on which they usually drove professional concert and musical equipment.

- Do you have a concert here?

- Yeah. Private For Nikolai Nikolaevich and his closest friends. Come into the house. I will introduce you.

In the mansion there is a large hall with a concert platform, where in front of a richly laid table, at which sat five men, the next hit of stars, either Ukrainian or Russian, generally Russian pop, duet Semyon and Dasha Rayevskikh, was already performed. Previously, Alex saw only them on TV, always admiring their loose and even a few frank songs. Even to some extent, he considered himself a fan of this perky team. And of course Dasha’s sexuality led him to complete admiration. Long-legged brown-haired with a gorgeous bosom and a very pretty face. But now they were working out their program in front of a narrow circle of people. The dancers with three not less sexy girls and two guys in spacious robes helped them.

- Nikolai Nikolayevich, this is Alexander from Beauty. I told you about him, - Yelgin introduced Telegin to a tall, lean and quite imposing man of about forty. He shook his hand firmly, proposing to continue acquaintance in the next room.

- And the concert? - asked, was Alex, looking at the show.

- They just started. We are not for long.

Alex nodded and went for Zheleznov. In the end, he did not come here to watch a concert.

- Ian informed about your offer - the house owner immediately got down to business - but, frankly, I don’t know what to say to you. Your company is worthy, I heard a lot of good about it. But my taste is contradictory ... You understand.

- But we are still ready to find you your ideal,

- This is certainly interesting, but I myself do not know - what is my ideal. Now saw Katya Raevsky. Beautiful lass?

- Yes very.

“Today, of course, I’ll have it ...,” Zheleznov told me in between times, “but I will not say that this is my ideal.”

- Does she know about this? - Carefully asked Alex.

“Not yet,” Nikolai Nikolayevich squinted slyly, “by the way, you know that everything happens in this house should not leak into the outside world.” Ian said you can rely on you. Although you are like a journalist

“You can be sure of that.” The activity of our corporation does not imply an information boom. And journalism is for cover.

- Well then. I think that not waving the tongue is really, first of all, your interest. I'll think about your proposal. Leave your mail to Jan. He will write to you necessarily. Maybe I really will find my star with your help. Although probably there are none. However, ... Well, in principle, I have everything. By you?

Alex shrugged

- I just have to wait for your suggestions.

- Wait. Just wait, - even the big official joked, - By the way, if you want, stay until the end of the show. And you can for the night.

It was time for Alex to be surprised. I never thought that Mr. Zheleznov would be such a hospitable host.

- I have a holiday today. Which I will not explain. And secondly - I am not an infidel, what kind of driving a person out into the street at night. All the more forest around.

Of course, this is somewhat strange. Not used to Alex for his journalistic work, to be treated as an equal person. And even the gift did not have to apply. Therefore, he even penetrated to Zheleznov also with a certain kindness. Although I could not understand why it was so benevolent with a person you see for the first time. In the end, Alex came to the conclusion that Zheleznov is just a Russian, whose actions are extremely difficult to explain.

Already in the company of influential gentlemen whom Nikolai Nikolayevich presented to Alex simply by name, they listened to the concert. After that, all the artists joined the feast. Naturally, Zheleznov planted beauty Dasha next to him. Observing the couple, Alex noticed how the official kept trying to raise the singer's short skirt and stroke the long leg. Dasha carefully but surely removed her hand from her body. Finally, apparently Nikolai Nikolayevich got tired of this and he, summoning the producer of the group to himself, as if imperceptibly drew him towards the rooms.Alex was also tired of sitting, and left the noisy company in the table and also in English.

Walking through the long corridors, from behind the walls of one of the many rooms, I heard a pleading whisper:

- Nikolai Nikolayevich, she does not agree. Dasha is not like that. She has a civil husband. Also a man with money and connections. Take any girl from the dancers. They will only be happy.

- No, today I want only Dasha. I give you a hundred and she is a hundred and fifty. Talk to her and in five minutes wait for her in this room.

Telegin only managed to hide in the twilight when the duo's producer flew out of the room. The negotiations proved successful and after a very short time, the light steps of a long-legged singer were heard. She entered the room.

What was going on there? Alex could only guess at the unequivocal noise and lingering moans. If he were in the room, he would see how Zheleznov was quite tough, like a prostitute, he put the girl in cancer, without unnecessary preludes, went into her and began to pump her up with strong, sharp movements. Dasha moaned, whether from humiliation, or from pleasure. The process is soon over. The official gave the singer a large wad of money:

- This is for you and your producer. If I immediately responded to my advances, everything would be different. And so you sell, like everyone. Everything is free!

But this Alex certainly did not hear and did not see. He returned to a merry feast and did not know that Zheleznov ordered Dasha and the girls from the dancers to appease all his guests to choose from. Roulette method. Alex, by coincidence, was among his guests. And when the choice of case indicated that it was Dasha who should spend the night with Telegin, Zheleznov was at first doubted, then laughed.

- And he likes you! Let the guy have fun.

He himself came across a dancer.

And neither girls nor men of the musical group could argue. First of all, everything was very richly paid, and secondly, in case of disagreement, the official promised great trouble. What they threatened is understandable. After all, Zheleznov was an official of great weight. And the ensemble wanted to perform and promote themselves. So I had to agree with all the conditions, especially since, in addition to substantial remuneration, Zheleznov promised that outside the club, information about what was happening would not go anywhere.

Now imagine Alex’s surprise when they knocked on the door to the room set aside for him to sleep, and Dasha Raevsky herself appeared on the threshold of the peignoir. Dropping her eyes, she reported a stunned guy

- I have to sleep with you ...

You think he refused. It was not there. If the dream, if the girl whose songs you are a fan of, invites you to have sex, and it all happens in reality! What an idiot you have to be to refuse. Alex was not an idiot. He decided that it should be so. During the time spent in Moscow, he had already ceased to be surprised.

Alex just grabbed the girl in his arms and carried him to the bed. The singer tried to say it was:

- Or maybe we will not ...

But Alex's passion was played out in earnest. And why then did it have to come and wake the beast? In the sense of Telegin's younger brother. That, by the way, was already in full alert. Telegin fell in behind and began to hammer Dasha at an increasing pace. Squeezing her hips and straddling her cock, he unwittingly admired the singer's strong, almost trapezoidal back, her slender waist, which turned into a very elastic and pumped ass. That kind of reluctantly and as if doomedly jerked under the blows of the younger brother Alex. But then somehow involuntarily podmahivat and rather moan. Three times they changed position. The case ended with a skillful blow job. Already almost satisfied, Dasha fluttered out of the room.

- And I did not think that it would be so good.

To be continued.

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