Cheer up

- No, Oleg. Next time. I'd have coffee now. And your secretary is his, why not carrying.

- Dasha! - Kostenko barked into the intercom system - he stumbled off completely at the hands of lately - he explained to Alex with a confused look.

- Probably a transitional age - Telegin expressed his assumption - let him bring me coffee to the office. I need to write a couple more custom-made articles about the agency.

- Well, that's it, it began - the secretary thought mournfully when she heard a dissatisfied growl, and she almost began to sob. She forgot about the request to bring coffee in her sad thoughts. And when she saw Chief Alex leaving the office, who did not pay attention to her at all, the secretary understood that she had lost her prestigious job.

“Daria, quickly come to my office ...” Kostenko himself was now stunned by his secretary. What-what, and to resort to the office at his first call, he taught his niece.

- What's the matter? - not holding back the rage, asked her great-uncle, - Do you want to work ?!

- So I lost it all the same.

- You will behave like a slow chicken, just like I will. Make Alexander Dmitrievich the best coffee and run to him quickly. And how I only tolerate you.

So the journalist said nothing to the boss. On the wings of happiness, Dasha, with a tray of coffee and cookies, rushed into Alex's office, ready to do everything possible and impossible to him as a token of gratitude.

- Thank you, Daria - Alex looked up at the girl who brought the aromatic drink and for some reason did not leave after that - Coffee is really wonderful ... All red, the blonde still shifted from one turned leg to another, without leaving it cabinet

- You do not take offense at me ... For yesterday evening?

- What happened yesterday? And, we didn’t have a date. More precisely, you, Dasha, have not completed your Moscow tour for my modest person.

- So you're still offended. I am ready to correct my guilt.

“Right now,” Telegin asked maliciously.

- It is possible and now - the girl has lowered eyes.

Alex immediately remembered Dasha’s intimate communication picture with his boyfriend and his fatigue, like a hand shot. Telegin wanted Dasha's body right this minute.

- Well, then close the door and come to me ...

Alex at this moment did without kisses and long preludes. He just threw the girl on the table, groping with one hand under a thin cloth blouses full breasts. Another he began to unbutton his secretary's skirt. She did not expect such a rough pressure from a modest-looking journalist, although Dasha was ready for many things, was amazedly silent, not trying to resist. The skirt was followed by panties and a blouse. Which he, too, pulled from Dasha to admire and remember the imposing bust of the secretary without any hindrance. So pulling cool, puffy buttocks, Alex jerked the girl over. Dasha just started and made a moan. Inside it was nice. Not to say that it is too narrow, but quite to ensure that Alex's awakened “younger brother” feels comfortable. And Telegin, with quick and small movements, began forward movements. In general, it turned out the famous pose - the secretary and her boss. From the sexual movement, not only Telegin received the pleasure, but also the girl herself.She sagged lower and lower over the table, uttering inimitable moans. Soon Telegin felt the approach of an orgasm. I shuddered in a voluptuous languor and almost fell on Dasha.

“You are a cool man,” Dasha whispered to him, pleased.

“I know,” Alex confirmed without modesty. For him, it was also strange. Have a few days so much female bodies and not get tired. As if sex with pupae acted on him like a powerful medicine, not taking, but restoring his sexual energy. Or maybe it was?

- Now then you are not offended? - Dasha asked him with a seductive smile when they put themselves in order.

- Maybe just a little. I think that we did not end my acquaintance with Moscow.

- Yes, our capital is a huge city. Especially because I really enjoyed such excursions.

! Dasha left Alex's office very pleased. Sex with a journalist seemed to her somewhat sudden (she was counting on even a small prelude), but very good. She got her pleasure. Even more. And the fact that the post of secretary in a prestigious agency remains with her and without any problems, even more pleased and reassured the girl.

As soon as Daria left, and Alex, also very satisfied, decided to start writing a custom article, as a mobile phone rang and Dr. Shevchenko’s unusually confused voice said:

- Alex, we have trouble. Fly instantly to Leonova Street, to the clinic of traumatology. You should be there first!

The picture, which Alex Shevchenko briefly described, actually looked extremely disturbing. In one of Moscow’s bustling streets, a reckless driver cropped a car in which Irina, a chrysalis from the unofficial “Beauty” office, was driving. “Peugeot” girls skidded, and Irina, unable to cope with the controls, howled together with the car from the highway to the side of the road, having turned over a couple of times before. How far the pupa has suffered is unknown. Now she, according to the doctor, is already in ten minutes in traumatology. Alex’s task is to take her from there by any means and take her to the country office. To help Telegin, a group of checked and processed employees of the company has already rushed. Naturally, no trace or memories of the clinic staff about this client should remain.

- The girl you are interested in in the accident did not suffer much - phlegmatic doctor on duty told Alex - She is unconscious, but it seems that she has only a concussion, severe bruises and an open arm fracture. And there may be a strong shock. Only here ... - the doctor hesitated - the girl herself was hurt unusual.

- In what sense? - Alex nervously smiled at him

The doctor carefully looked at Telegin.

- And who are you actually this girl?

- I ... I am her colleague. So what is its singularity?

Telegin held himself very confidently and, although he did not feel himself the master of the situation, he understood that at any moment he could use his gift of suggestion.

- You know, young man, I would love to share my conclusions with you, but let's wait.

- Whom, if not a secret?

The doctor wiped sweat from his high forehead.

- Specialists who will help us to understand everything.

After reading the thoughts of the doctor, Alex realized that he was confused by the doctor - the artificial organs of the girl. He found clearly not human elements in Irina's broken arm, plus an incomprehensible reaction of medical devices to the injured girl. They flatly refused to diagnose a particular patient. And since the young doctor was on duty today alone, he had no one to even consult with. The nurse advised to contact the appropriate authorities.

“Suddenly it's an alien,” suggested a woman whose favorite TV series was The X-Files.

The doctor, of course, did not believe such nonsense, but, having secured himself, nevertheless called the police. There, of course, he was hardly ridiculed, but then he was connected with specialists of some special service. These guys told the doctor more seriously and promised to come right away.In the meantime, the crippled girl, or humanoid, was placed in a separate room. From sin, away. Gypsum, by the way, the doctor put on a broken arm. He nevertheless swore the Hippocratic Oath.

After reviewing the findings of the traumatologist, Alex decided to act. He ordered the doctor to take him to the ward where Irina was now being held. And although he now has a transport to take the girl to Shevchenko, he decided to somehow pull the doll out of the clinic.

The doctor could not oppose the order of Telegin and, as if in a frozen state, led Alex to the required place. Pushing aside the doctor with the body, Telegin squeezed through the door. The chamber was large, with twelve beds and empty. Irina was lying against the wall, incredibly pale and dull, dressed in standard hospital pajamas. Her eyes are closed.

- Are you Igor Semenovich Kashtanov? - suddenly a male voice came from behind.

“Yes, it's me,” the doctor answered blankly.

Alex turned around sharply and saw, besides the doctor, two sporty-looking guys and a short middle-aged woman. It was probably a nurse. One of the men, bald and tight, introduced himself and showed a red ID card:

- I'm Major Ovsianikov. This is Captain Lavrov - he nodded at his partner - a young, tall brunette with lively brown eyes - Who is this next to you? Your colleague?

The doctor did not have time to answer. The nurse said for him:

- This is not our ...

- Who are you? - calmly, without threat, asked a brunette

- I am Alexander Telegin. Colleague girls.

- Your passport.

- Please - Alex handed the document

The situation was complicated. Where is the promised Shevchenko help? Alex decided to act. Moreover, other people's hands. He simply ordered the young to strike his partner. A short hook from below — and the gnarled head lay back, jaws clanged, the phrase was cut short, the eyes rolled.

The nurse screamed in horror.

- Shut up and forget what was there. Forget everything! - He ordered all those present. Including sprawled on the floor, and staying in neponyatkah senior opera.

“And you help me get the girl out of the room ...” he ordered the guy. Of course, he was ashamed that he used someone else's will in his own interests, but there was no other way. The interests of the corporation above all. Someday he will apologize, especially to the young operative whom he forced to beat a colleague. Together, they dragged from the chamber even Irina who had not moved. Finally, in the corridor of the blades three strong young men burst.

- Alexander Dmitrievich, we are from Sergey Anatolyevich.

- I guessed it - Alex said and ordered the fighters «Beauty»

- The girl in the car and disappear ...

The doll was safe. And it seems that, thanks to Alex’s efforts, everyone in the clinic forgot not only about this incident, but also about the amazing client in general. He forgot about his personal passport in the confusion

To be continued

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