Holding hands and grabbing a suitcase, the couple headed for the parking lot; he with a wandering smile on his face - to the taxi stand.

The premiere of the music video on the music channels was celebrated at the BM club shortly after the troupe arrived on tour. Banners with frames were hung out, VIP guests were invited, a buffet table was organized, a clip was shown on large screens. Sang BM, surrounded by dancers, were invited guests. Lada saw the video for the first time: the excitement was almost in vain, the picture was beautifully shot, moderately erotic, the clip was supposed to be twisted on the central channels. She liked herself: she turned out to be photogenic, plus the skill of the operator - a cover girl with an oriental flavor. - What do you think? - She turned, going down into the hall, to Andrew, who was sitting at the counter. - You are beyond praise! Now the whole country knows where your hidden moles are, before - only me, - he joked. Lada squinted at him, not wanting to focus her attention on her loved one's exciting reaction. It seems really joking. Has passed ... Not a provocative question. The director did not deceive: not all the footage entered. Well, thank God! - Stay or go? We have already finished, now - buffet, concert and dance. - Would you stay? With the guys? - I will go, I will try to take time off for tomorrow, I will explain everything, - having correctly understood Andrey’s unwillingness to linger, Lada went to the group director.

After shouting deafening music to the ear of his request and having received prior consent for time off, the girl made her way through the crowd back to the guy, sneaking around looking for potential danger. The public recognized her, stopped her, tried to say something approving, but Lada, showing that she could not hear anything, nodded, smiled and moved on. The danger faced them nose to nose almost at the exit, by the toilet, from which it had left. Looking around the embracing couple with an unbalanced gaze, the BM deliberately raised it inquiring: “Are you leaving?” So early? How do you like the movie (to Andrew)? He made him a compliment. Looking closely at Lada: - True, our Lala looks good on the screen? Erotic? - Who? - did not understand Andrew. Lada pursed her lips and turned away to the side. - Our big actress, Lada. So the director says: she has a big cinema future, - he sneered his eyes with a derisive gaze, said the hip-hoper. - So, you leave (this is already to the girl)? Well, see you tomorrow ... - he drawled. “Tomorrow is the day off,” Andrew suddenly blurted out. - Your soloist has a birthday! Didn't she say that (seeing the doubt on the rapper's face)? Lada belatedly pulled the guy by the elbow, he was surprised to look at them both. - Birthday, it means ... - Maxim stretched out, grinning unpleasantly. - When will we celebrate? Since Lada was silent, still looking to the side, Andrew answered for two: - Well, tomorrow we are two, in a family way. And after she ... Probably, treat the guys? The girl nodded, pulling the boy through the crowd toward the door; they did not see the wild look of BM, thrown in the back of the embracing couple. Muttering “family-like,” he waddled toward the director and bent down to his ear.

After a short silence in the car, Andrew tried to clarify the situation: - Did I say too much to your singer? You did not want? Why? Lada, depicting indifference on his face: - No, I told the director ... And he ... Maxim ... he never remembers us all the same. He doesn’t care what someone has there ... - I didn’t think so. He asked about you in the video, it means not all the same, it means - he remembers ... - I remembered the video, it was hard to film, everyone was exhausted, so he too ... - trying to make a more confident excuse, she quickly said. - What did he call you? Leela? - He got drunk, and maybe not only ... I told you, I could not even remember my name and did not recognize ... - Lada clung to Andrew. “Will you tell us where we will go tomorrow?” Or will it be a surprise to the last second? Andrew slyly smiled: - To the last!

After a morning session of sex, half-awake with sweet languor, designed to become a good luck talisman for the day ahead, Lada wandered around the apartment, bringing order to the evening. After the promised surprise, she was counting on a romantic candlelight dinner and now realized that she had yet to buy quickly in the nearest supermarket. The doorbell intrigued: the surprise began ?! There were flowers in the peephole, and she opened the door without thinking. Next to the courier with a bouquet and a package was a BM in person and, with the words “Happy birthday!”, Squeezed between it and the flowers at the door. Unpleasantly surprised Lada, signing, closed the door behind the courier and dragged a heavy bag into the kitchen. It turned out so much food that would be enough for 3 holidays together.

She dismantled the packaging, when the rapper hugged her from behind: - Let's go faster! Or do we have a lot of time? He threw food into the fridge in a businesslike manner, without listening to the girl’s protests, he led her into the rooms: “Show me where you want.” It's all? Only 1 room? So little? Are you not crowded here? A golden boy, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, ironically looked around at a modest Khrushchev. Having pulled her to the disassembled bed that stores the heat of the couple's bodies, the hip-hop, uncomfortably flashed her eyes, said with a grin: “If there is no place else, you will have to where it usually is.” Is he fucking you here? Or do you call it - love?

Lada was enraged, as then, for the first time by violence against herself. She fiercely fought back, defending her dear place, full of happy moments, that he could not pull off her home costume from her. She screamed that she would not let him trample on everything that he had already destroyed almost everything, that he was a stupid bastard and she hates him, that she regretted 1000 times that she had not left the group, that she was a round fool and was leaving him now. Who could not undress and appease her, who quickly became extremely agitated and indomitable fury, the guy, having twisted her with difficulty, hit several times on the wall with his side and head. Feeling pain, she stopped resisting and went limp in his hands. Strongly squeezing her in the ring of hands, breathing somewhere in her neck, Maxim vengefully said that she, of course, could try to leave, but not before paying the penalty under the terms of the contract. The term of her contract has not expired, and she will immediately be the defendant in court. And in the black list of metropolitan dancers, which no one will take to work. He also added where she could get a job and where she would be taken with pleasure, hinting at prostitution, and laughed merrily at his dirty joke. Stripping her in a tetanus, with a pain in the buzzing nape, he added that it would be better for no one if he beat her on his birthday, made her neighbors hearing the screams nervous, and aroused suspicions of Andrew, who noticed her bruises. Slipping off her last striped thong, he undressed himself.

Wiping tears from her cheeks, he kissed her and pushed her onto the bed. Kneeling over her upturned face on his knees, he made a couple of slaps forced her to open her mouth and let her wrinkled penis into it. Having pressed his crotch to her face, entering an unrestrained frenzy, inflaming himself, he pinched and crushed her breasts, slapped them until redness. Then with the force of spreading her legs, squeezing his thighs, plunged his fingers into the open hole. Rhythmically pressing into her face, with a similar dimension, he deeply drove almost the whole hand into a moist vagina, rather listening to her moans. Having pulled out a wet brush, he pulled Lada's bent legs to his shoulders and, somehow bending over her, pressed his lips to her anus. Holding her buttocks tightly, licked her crotch, he put one finger in her butt, then the other, and began to stretch the narrow passage. Pulling out a strong trunk from his mouth, he stood by the bed, lifted her by her divorced thighs and, smearing the sphincter with her secretions, elastically went into the hospitably opening in front of him.

For the next few hours, he seized her fiercely, alternately driving his ass and mouth, alternating between these methods. Adopted stimulants made him tireless; he uncorked the bottle of alcohol brought and, having suspended the frictions in it for a short while, poured alcohol in himself, becoming unrestrained. Rising above her on the bed and resting her on her shoulders, he lowered her bent legs to her chest and dug her ass, squatting on the spread legs. Pulling out of her, he jerked her up and immersed the trembling member in the girl's mouth, which was ready to be opened. Having pressed her head to the groin several times, he again picked her up under her knees and pulled her hips upwards to let the trunk into the enlarged opening again.

Resting, he pressed her to the bed, not allowing him to step back into the bath, saying that the smell of sperm, mixed with the smell of her juices, turned him on. Not wanting to give her the traditional satisfaction, he exhausted her vagina with cunnilingus, bringing her to exhaustion. Having made her rise on her elbows and look down, he put her buttocks on the penis, spread his lower lips with his fingers and gently smacked his palm over them, trying to get on the trembling open small petals and sharp raised clitoris. Her screams only intensified his exuberant delight; forcing the moist open bosom to burn, he was distracted for a moment by deep frictions, so that by suspending them, once again palpably patting it between the thighs. She fell exhaustedly onto her back and, biting her hands, trembled greatly from the unbearable sensations of wild orgasms, invariably following the manipulations of his cruel fingers. According to her, it has been many hours, but he still could not get enough of her. At the bottom of her body, it ached unpleasantly and itching, the holes pulsed and, as it seemed to her, did not close, the sensation of his sperm did not pass in her mouth. She whispered to him to leave, and he again masturbated himself, wondering how to arrange her on a crumpled bed. Having taken her the last time on all fours, like an animal, he then pushed her hand into her anus, then with a member, and finally filled her face with seed.

Having dragged her into the shower and washed himself from his tracks with his own hands, he mockingly congratulated her on her birthday and, seriously, suggested: - Or maybe it's time to finish with this shit? She explained to her uncomprehending glance: “Well, with him ... Here ... You and me ... We could together ... We are well together !? Well, what are you doing here? Is this your life? Coming to herself and gaining clarity of thinking under the streams of water, Lada was aware of the whole temptation of such a proposal, but she also saw the danger coming from him no less clearly. Frightened for herself and Andrei, she tried not to meet her gaze with the rapper waiting for an answer and slipped out of the bathroom. Collecting wet bed-clothes, already dressed, the girl held her back to the hip-hoper who was going to, but, seeing him off, was forced to raise her eyes to him. - Well, so, Lala? Will you think? I need you! - Maxima Lada heard the last words because of the door being closed behind him.