I looked at the woman sitting in front of me. Long blond hair, blue eyes and satin white skin. His face was sweet, but now he was spoiled by an expression of arrogance and complacency. The figure ... It's hard to say. I would not call her slim, but there is no bulk in it either. Large breasts and volumetric hips surprisingly combined with a clear delineated waist.

The girl was sitting in the guest chair, leaning back and stretching his leg over the leg. “I wonder if she has stockings or pantyhose?” I thought, looking at the legs in black nylon. Unfortunately, it was impossible to understand this, despite the fact that the narrow skirt had fallen heavily and covered the hips almost half. Her breasts hid under a strict white blouse, but were too big to become invisible from this. “Fourth size, no less” - I noted.

The woman, meanwhile, continued the conversation she had begun:

- ... and I have records not only of the last exchange! Even if you succeed in getting rid of the deadline, your “partners” - she highlighted the word, showing her attitude towards them - will never forgive you for exposing them, and will surely crash you!

- What do you want? - I asked with interest.

“Apparently, with these clothes she wanted to create an image of a sort of cold and successful business woman.” Or does she think that she looks neutral and less sexy? ”

- I want a share! - the girl answered my question. - The third part of all sales. From those in which I participated and from those who still will.

- The third part? - I was genuinely surprised. - Is it a bit much?

To tell the truth, I myself had a maximum of a quarter from my “business” - the rest was spent on bribes, gifts and excuses. The girl clearly did not understand the essence of the game. But how would she know all this?

- Just right! - responded a young woman. - It is better to give a third and get the rest than to lose everything and get a deadline!

She quite smiled. She clearly prepared the phrase in advance and now she was sincerely glad that she had managed to screw her into the conversation.

“Sveta,” I began softly. “Doesn't it seem unreasonable for you to threaten me while sitting in my office?”

- Do you think that I was not insured? She grinned. - If something happens to me, a trusted person will transfer all materials to the police and the press!

Another blank. Well, from some bad detective, she took this phrase? Couldn't she have come up with something original?

“Yes, you are a prudent woman,” I agreed, rising from the table and making an imperceptible sign to the guard standing at the door. He understood me, silently approached Sveta from behind and pulled out handcuffs from his belt. Push, jerk, hall. The click of the lock, and here the girl's hands are already shackled behind her back.

- What are you, ohrenel? - He exclaimed, leaving the role of a mother scam. - I will not forgive you! Now not a third, but you will give half the work!

Yeah ... How interesting to work with idiots!

“Sweet lady,” I said gently, walking over and stroking her knee. - And you did not think that in order to blackmail you need to have something more than just a disc with compromising information? At a minimum, you need someone who, in case of trouble, will cover your luxurious ass from the return run! Have you been reading bad books, or have you seen enough cartoons?

- Why did you decide that no one will cover me? - She smiled, going back into the role. It seems that she decided that the handcuffs on her hands are nothing more than an ethereal attempt to intimidate her. - I have foreseen everything. If I am not free until ten o'clock, the disk will go to the right place!

“Lord, what a naive child?” - I thought. “It seems not small already — about twenty-five years exactly fulfilled — and it sounds like a five-year-old. One word is blonde! ”

- Why did you tell me this now? - I asked.

“So that you know that I have been safe!” - proudly reported girl. - To understand that if anything, then it will come to you sideways!

- Eeee ...- I somehow even "hung up" from such a formulation of thoughts. You need to remember - it is useful in the negotiations. Original

“You know,” I turned again to Svetlana. - And I liked your arrogance! I love crazy people. And I like you too.

I ran my hand over her hip, lifting her skirt even higher. Ah, all the same on her tights! Well, it was necessary to fuck up such an image!

“Therefore, I am ready to meet you,” I continued. - Now you will tell who has the disk, and whether there are copies. Call this person, warn that they are coming for compromising. Then I apologize for my stupidity. I think that we will have enough time for this until the morning. And we will forget this little incident.

Svetlana pulled her foot, trying to throw off my hand and at the same time return the skirt to a more decent place.

- And you do not like it? - she was indignant. - Compromising my man. In a couple of hours he will send it to the right addresses. And you cover.

“That's right,” I did not argue. - Only you do not take into account one fact. A couple of hours is very, very much!

Grabbing the collar of her blouse, I jerked it sharply down, tearing the thin fabric. And I had a wonderful view in front of me - Svetlana's gorgeous bosom, adorned with a white lace bra. She was just decorated, because to put something on her was simply impossible - the size is not allowed.

“Hmm, Pyaterochka,” I muttered thoughtfully. - I thought the foursome.

- Are you crazy? - screamed the girl. - You think I will forgive you such a trick ?!

It seems that something like that she screamed today? Repeats, however.

“No, I just don't give a damn about your“ forgiveness, ”I answered honestly. - Now you will call your man, let him know that everything is in order and that they will come for the disk. And then we'll have a little fun with you.

- Fuck you! - shouted Sveta, trying to rise from the chair. - I will not call anyone! You, bitch, you will call me so that no one will know about the shit that you are doing!

- Why should I call you when here you are, sitting here? - I was genuinely surprised, pushing the girl back into the chair. - I'd better find out now. Since you kindly came to me myself.

“I won't say anything,” she snapped dryly. It seems she only now had the idea that blackmailing me in my own house was not the best idea.

“You say, dear, you say,” I disagreed with her, cutting the bra straps with a paper-cutting knife taken from the table. - Well, look, what a beauty!

The large, heavy chest dangled slightly, clearly showing the absence of silicone. Perhaps, in five or seven years, this picture will deteriorate badly and the girl will have to either accept the fact that her gift of nature only worries her eyes in the supporting bodice, or use the help of surgeons. But while her breasts were striking in perfection of form and milky white.

I stroked the soft, velvety skin. I wanted to drop to her lips and caress for a long time with kisses. But this, unfortunately, is still a bad fit for the situation. I began to gently massage the light pink nipple and the halo around it. Then he grabbed it with his fingers and ... squeezed him sharply!

- Aaaaauuuu! - screamed the girl.

I tormented her nipple, squeezing and twisting, then pulling it up, so that the girl pestered from the chair, trying to ease the pain, then twisting down, almost twisting her finger.

Svetlana screamed incessantly. When I stopped, large tears rolled down her face.

- Well? - I asked her. - We will continue, or quickly do everything right?

- You....