For the perception of the plot, please read the first part of the story.

Characters:

Artur Vaganovich - chief of a detective agency, in the not distant past, a high leader in the bodies.

Sergey is an aspiring detective.

Olga is a detective, Sergey's wife.

Vyacheslav is an experienced detective.

Elena is a detective, Vyacheslav's wife.

Office "Seek"

The first thing Sergey felt when opening his eyes is pain. Increasing, throbbing pain in the back of the head, extending to the temples and then spreading all over the body. A harsh bright light beating straight in his eyes made him close his eyes again.

- Your name? - a cold male voice with a slight European accent painfully burst into Sergey's mind.

- Sergei.

- Purpose of arrival at Seek Corporation?

Sergey tried to open his eyes again and look around. He sat on a hard chair in the middle of some room. His hands were pulled back in his chair and pulled tight by handcuffs. Directly in front of him was a table, from where the light of a lamp hit the eyes. Through this bright light, Sergey could only slightly discern the silhouette of a man in a black suit, the same one who sat at the head of the table in the office, where they captured Sergey and his wife. On the edges of the room were placed large soft chairs, on which sat several men, because of the light of the lamp, they also seemed to Sergei fuzzy silhouettes.

- Purpose of arrival at Seek Corporation? - A man in a black suit repeated the question dangerously raising his voice.

- We just wanted to find a job - Sergey began to lie, trying to make his voice as plaintive as possible.

His thirsty lips could barely obey him.

- Who do you come to each other? What is your name?

- She is my wife. I'm Sergei. My wife's name is Olga.

- Do you always go with your wife to her interview? and take a professional mini-camera with you ?! - grunted. A man in a black suit. - How did you find out about the brothel?

Bordela? Sergey was still hard on the recent blow to the back of the head. Squinting, he looked up in surprise at the Man in the black suit:

“So what is this ... brothel?” - stupidly he asked.

The black silhouettes in the chairs surrounding him began to look at each other. There was an awkward pause.

Suddenly, a man in a black suit said irritably:

- In principle, we do not care who you are and why you were here. We will not even figure out your identity and purpose of arrival. Though to do this, believe my word, we can elementary. This is superfluous, and has absolutely no value. It is enough that you learned a lot and saw what you should not know and see. Some of my colleagues offer to kill you, but I still want to make you one sentence. Whether you accept it or not will depend on your life. As they say you decide ...

The man in the black suit picked up the phone from the telephone on his desk, briefly commanded:

- Enter it!

And he threw the phone into place, after which he continued, turning to Sergey:

“But first, let me explain something to you.”

He was distracted, looking from Sergey to the opening door.

Sergey also turned around and his heart pinched. Entered his wife Olga. She was completely naked, with her head lowered. Disheveled hair covered her face. Her hands were pulled back behind his back and, although Sergei did not see, but he was sure that they, like him, were handcuffed. Olga was wearing a real collar, to which was attached a short metal chain leash. She was kept in impressive sizes by a bald Umbal with a relief bare torso in leather pants and a huge dragon tattoo on her left shoulder. Olga's whole body slightly quivered.She was shaking with a shiver, now and then she was sobbing softly.

- Vadik, put her next to her husband - coldly commanded the Man in a black suit.

Bald Ambal pulled the chain, and Olga, almost falling, jumped to the chair where Sergei was sitting.

- On your knees, bitch! - hoarsely commanded Ambal.

The loose end of the chain whistled through the air and burned Olga along the back. She howled and immediately fell back on her knees, constantly begging:

- No, please don't hit anymore ... I can't take it ...

- Spread your legs wider! Like this!

- What do you allow yourself! - Sergey shouted.

And then he received a powerful blow to the face. Ambal rubbed his fist.

- Vadik, while I introduce our new friends to the current course - A man in a black suit released a trickle of cigar smoke in the direction of Sergey and Olga - conduct the first lesson with the bitch. Everything is as usual. As always, you know.

Ambal nodded and went to Olga for back. He began to take out a wide leather belt from his pants.

- When I and my partners - here A man in a black suit slowly turned his hand around the room - he opened an elite closed brothel for ... well, let's say for the powerful, he almost went bankrupt.

Ambal took a short wave and sharply hit the belt on the inside of Olga's left thigh. She howled, tears spilled from her eyes. Olga tried to fall to the ground, but the ambal kept her on a leash and immediately struck an even more powerful blow to her bare chest this time.

Sergei gnashed his teeth with anger and powerlessness, watching the torture of his wife.

“It would seem to be a profitable business,” the man in the black suit continued his speech, as if nothing special was happening - but it turned out to be boring for these powerful people, my clients, to fuck ordinary prostitutes, it turned out that there were few saunas and strip dances. Their mind-corrupted power and cocaine demanded more. And I gave them what they wanted. I came up with an office.

There were blows on Olga. Her eyes became alienated, she just dropped her face, trying not to meet her eyes with the audience in expensive suits, sitting on the edges of the room and eagerly watching what was happening.

- The office, where the usual routine paperwork is in full swing, where contracts are made and business telephone conversations are being held, where, having paid several thousand dollars, you can work for a couple of days and fuck any employee. In the beginning it went with a creak. The clients did not perceive the office staff as available prostitutes, plus the complexes and the constraints of serious middle-aged men, in short, the clients couldn’t set up an office romance for a long time and this ruined my business. Then I introduced one simple rule that allowed to destroy all the complexes at once and remove all the conventions. This rule says: "Strip up ALL !!!" Everything turned out to be simple. A naked client comes under the guise of a new employee in the office-brothel, where he is surrounded by naked girls, which allow you to do whatever you like with yourself. The customer is satisfied, I am rich. Now there is no end to those who want to have fun, but with the girls ... we have certain problems with the girls. They are not enough. As it turned out, not every prostitute is ready to work in my office. After all, you have to be a real whore, that you would not just have to push your legs apart in bed in a dark room, but to flirt, wind up, play the role of an office employee. You have to be a real whore, which the process of the game brings no less pleasure than the client. Ordinary prostitutes here were no good, and they demanded too much for their services. Therefore, we placed advertisements for the recruitment of ordinary employees and developed refresher courses for adopted girls, which make even a regular gray mouse a real fucking with eyes shining with lust and desire, which is the average office salary, humbly feeding her husband breakfast and having held children in kindergarten or school, in a hurry to my office, where she turns from an exemplary wife into an unbridled naked whore who gives anyone who chooses her.Having had enough of it, at the end of the working day, she goes home, where she again becomes a faithful wife and a caring mother, and is silent! on their own will silence! about the specifics of her work, about the fact that today she served three clients at once, her ass is ached from systematic anal sex, and her cunt is already so stretched by all sorts of members, ...