- Where to go show? - asked our "helmsman", a middle-aged man, Azar, who was sitting next to him.

- Why show? To TSUM steering wheels, we'll figure it out.

On the night avenue to the Central Department Store in a matter of minutes. "Kazan" with an experienced look peered into familiar back streets, in which "night butterflies", or their representatives, were supposed to lurk. I had never before even thought that they (“butterflies”) were “shot” right in the center of the city. Here and now it was not believed. Lenin Square was practically deserted, and it was hard to believe that a woman could be “biased” here. But Azar was an expert in this branch of the "national economy", and if he said that they were there, it means that they were.

Azar ordered the driver to brake in the parking lot and climbed out. Puzzledly looking around, he moved to the monument to Lenin, in which a couple of girls "tusila". He approached them, spoke. But a minute later retired, returning to the car.

- Count up, wrong, bl * th. Ordinary girls, taxis are waiting. Probably, the "cops" of the street today are "wool". Dispelled all. Well, friend (driver), drive to Pasteur. There, at the station, there is always a whore, "cops" do not touch them. They are "serving" and "bashlyay" and "Saturday work" "work out."

Five more minutes, and we drove to Pasteur Street. Indeed, here at the very road, three young ladies in defiant outfits shifted from one foot to the other. Seeing the potential "clientele", threw in the direction of cigarette butts, and lined up in a line.

- Let's go, let's take a closer look, - suggested my Dagestan friend, and slammed the door, - good night, beauties, who do you have for the “oldest”?

“And we don’t have a“ senior ”, each on its own,” the blond woman of thirty, croaked coyly, cropped up with her life (and the previous client). In a short dress and shoes with heels.

Azar critically evaluated the "catch", having measured each look, and asked:

- Blowjob in the car for what?

- One or two? - responded the brunette, less shabby, somewhere even seductive.

- If we take two. One - me, the other - a friend.

“Then for two hundred hryvnia per person (about $ 40 at the exchange rate of that time),” said the same brunette. She was with them for the "elder", it was clear to the fool.

"Kazan" sincerely laughed and began to bargain:

- That's what you gave, girlfriend! What are you, Miss World, for you to throw out 200 rubas? I am there, around the corner, (waving my hand in an unknown direction) for 200 of three of the same at once I can. And you tell me about two hundred "from the nose". Come on, lower the price, do not be greedy.

“Here, go around the corner, and take off, if you are so competent,” the brunette snapped irritably, “if you don’t want to, don’t take it.” I do not force anyone, go look for cheaper, if you know where to look. I told you - two hundred per person, period.

“Hey, chicken, you don’t tell me what to do or where to go,” flashed Kazan, “do not be nervous and breathe smoother.” I’m not a lohmandy zabugorny, I know the rates for your "services". You ask dearly, and I don’t need to rub in that now prices are everywhere.

- Well, maybe sometime you make a discount, I don’t know. We have so far no opportunity to lower the price. Decide for yourself, ”the older one said conciliatingly, frightened by the beastly gaze of my friend.

- Come on, Sanya, let's go, let's puss in, - Azar pulled me back to the car.

- Expensive bitch asks, - he said with malice already in the cabin, lighting a cigarette, - just like the cops "made a rustle" today. He knows that there is no one at TsUM, and the price aches. Tomorrow, in the same place, a maximum of “hundred” will be asked. Well, okay, to hell with it. Now we have a smoke, we’ll take a bit of time, let them think that we are thinking, deciding.We need to understand the bitches that every day there will be no such balls. And how do we finish - choose let's go. You, brother, what do you like? Choose the first.

- Oh, let them go to e * yenam, "Kazan", throw 400 rubles to the wind. "Do not muddy water," went to the hostel. There we find someone to "pull." The very fate for us today disposes.

I was right about fate. She really did for us, but she did it in her own way. Someone knocked lightly on my driver’s window. I lowered the glass and a man of forty years old with a tail looked into the salon. Well dressed, but with a creative mess on the head and face. Shaggy, in general, and with thick bristles on the face.

- Guys, are you really looking for girls or are you just so interested?

- Who are you? - the first thing asked straightforward Azar, instead of an answer.

The man straightened to his full height and looked around. Then he looked into the salon again and replied:

- Grisha I. So look or not? If not, then I'm sorry, I misjudged.

- We are looking for, looking for what you can offer? What for? - stopped Grisha "Kazan".

- Come with me, see for yourself. If you like it - for the price we get together.

We got out and followed a new acquaintance to the tinted FordScorpio, parked across the road from the sidewalk. Grisha opened the rear door of the car, illuminating the only passenger with a dim light. Azar, and after him and I, looked inside. We were met by a pair of friendly eyes, a charming creature of about twenty. To recognize the "night butterfly" in a pretty, fragile blonde with an angelic face, I never would have taken it for anything. The girl smiled good-naturedly and waved us well-groomed fingers:

- Hello!

- Here is a doll! - prisoknuv language, approved my stranger Dagestan friend, - but you spoke for two ("Kazan" turned to Grisha). Where is the second hiding? Show me. If the second is the same oh * ennaya - call the price.

“The second will be in half an hour,” Grisha checked the chronometer on his arm, “if Alina liked it,” Diana would also like it. As for the price, tell me yourself what you are counting on, and I will think about what I can offer for this amount?

Azar scratched his head thoughtfully. Then he looked back into the car.

- Actually, we went to give whores to the mouth. My friend (waving my chin in my direction) has a birthday today, and I have come without a gift. I wanted to correct. But you have such a princess sitting here, and now I want to make a gift to myself. If I do not "zahnu" - then all my life I will regret. So say how much both will cost, if we take for a couple of hours “to the full extent”.

Now it's Grisha's turn to scratch. After a brief reflection, he presented, as for me, a very tempting offer.

- Look, it's half past two. The night is running out. You, anyway, are the latest customers for today. Take both to eight in the morning and a half hundred "Baku." Plus "hut" with all the amenities for free. Come on ??

Hearing such a ball price, my dagen eyes lit up. He and Grisha immediately shook hands. "Kazan" ran to our driver, paid him, and let him go. And I sat in the back seat, next to the blonde, and examined the “acquired young lady” in more detail. The girl was pretty (a type, remotely, reminding Jennifer Love Hewitt). Stylishly dressed (light dress, elegant shoes, stockings in a large cell), and well-groomed (hair, manicure, light makeup). I decided that she was quite recently in this “business”, because I did not lose charm and girlish freshness, unlike the three ladies we have recently.

- Alina, - the girl politely introduced herself, stretching out her hand to me, - what is your name?

- Sasha, - I shook an elegant brush decorated with a silver bracelet. To tell her something else completely "did not smile." I didn't need to impress her, or cheer. My friend and I were just regular customers for her, whom she would not remember in a day.

- Are you always so laconic, or just out of sorts? Do you really have a birthday today? - Alina broke my stereotypes about the indifference of prostitutes to the identity of the client.

- Not always. Only when there is nothing to talk about. And the day ... Read more →