- And this, what kind of fifa gets out of a taxi? - the young guard Roman addressed the senior shift, whom friends called the “speaking” nickname the Hammer.

The hammer squinted, pulled on a cigarette, and looked predatory at the smart blonde passing by them.

- Vika ... Secretary of the boss ...

- It seems like an aunt for a long time, but nothing like that. I would vdul ... - Roman thoughtfully handed.

“You bet ...” Hammer agreed. - Only she is not about our honor. Her boss is staring, - he mourn slightly.

Both guards looked at the woman again.

Blonde curls scattered over her shoulders, a stately posture, no wrinkles on her face ...

Light, slinky evening dress ...

Deep cleavage, not concealing, ripe breasts ...

Provocative cut opening slender legs ...

White stockings, high-heeled stiletto shoes ...

- Bitch! - with unexpected malice muttered Hammer, spat at his feet, and turned away ...

*****

The company did not spend on the restaurant.

The spacious conference hall of the office mansion freely accommodated at least fifty invited staff and employees who were scattered at the banquet tables.

The evening of deceived expectations at this corporate party for Victoria began immediately.

She saw herself at the main table, okay, if not at the main table, but somewhere near, where it is honorable, where it is good, where the best people sit ...

Instead, a distant table, in the suburbs, an absurd and offensive exclusion zone ...

- This is me here is the most beautiful! This fucks with me your adored boss! That I have to sit next! - she was angry.

The woman tried to keep herself in her hands, not to lose the positive, somehow calm down.

“Nothing, now, the official body will end, everyone will relax, the director will remember about me, and everything will be fine,” Victoria pouted.

But the corporate party was gaining momentum, alcohol took off the harvest, simplifying the formalities and erasing conventions, and the secretary’s expectations were still not justified ...

Surrounded by his gallant subordinates, enthusiastically flirting with young squadters, the director of the company paid attention to everyone, but not to his secretary, "point-blank" without noticing a spectacular lady.

Increasingly attaching to her champagne wine glass, Victoria freaked out, simultaneously marveling at her own strange, unpredictable reaction.

- Isn’t it always me so dirty, boorish, degrading harassment? Shouldn't I now be glad that I was left alone? What a disappointment, what a strange jealousy, corrode me from within?

At some point, the annoyance became excessive ...

Already Victoria's drunk consciousness finally rebelled, the whirlwind of office-mating plankton with its violent merriment caused disgust, seemed ridiculous, ugly, petty ...

She left the conference room.

Climbing up on a lonely empty, second floor, a woman sat in an office lounge, found someone carefully hidden a bottle of champagne, thought, trying to shake the negative, drank ...

“I know my worth.” A year ago, all this office riffraff, I did not think of people, so why started up now? Or is it the beginning of the end? And I myself did not notice how I approached the line, when no one needed me anymore, and any young cheap is more desirable than me?

From the nasty, drunken, depressive self-pity, the woman wanted to cry.

- Victoria, I will not interfere?

Manager Nicholas, who looked to her, was not more than twenty.

For his sweetness, for his charm, he liked the weaker sex, and Victoria was no exception, she had long been sneaking at this little boy ...

“Victoria, such a beautiful lady, is not fit to sit alone.”

The standard, unsophisticated compliment has now worked, Vika was pleased, and she gave Nicholas a radiant smile.

- But he followed me for a reason ... It robs in front of me, it can be seen ... I am not an affordable luxury for him ... And I sleep with his boss ... And much older than him ... But burning eyes this boy is not deceived ...

“A drunk woman is not a hostess for herself, it seems so to be said in such cases,” Victoria thought to herself with hooligan spontaneity.

Suddenly, she wanted to death right in this room, without thinking about anything, without chasing, without being forced, to throw out something insane, daring and completely immoral ...

- The goddess has the right to rush. And decency let, today, remain stupid hens, - a crazy, drunken thought spun in her head.

Having shot Nikolai with a languid, mysterious look of violet eyes, she switched to a hoarse, erotic half-whisper, always so smoothly helping her to embarrass men:

- Want to keep me company, Kohl?

Not wanting to lose the initiative, enjoying the shocked look of a young handsome man, with a lazy puma’s grace, she slightly spread her legs.

The dress rustled, parted, parted, revealing its legs in all its details, with graceful ankles, slender calves, wide hips ...

Victoria wanted to enhance the effect.

Mysteriously smiling, feeling like Sharon Stone, she moved her legs, and before the startled look of Nicholas, red-faced silk-colored panties appeared between the open thighs and glowing ...

Overheated, emboldened by alcohol, Nikolai understood the hint.

He took a step forward, and then impetuously sank to the floor, at her feet, being in the frivolous closeness of the alluring female perineum, protected by a weightless piece of matter.

“How romantic, the page is at the queen's feet,” Victoria purrily drawled, stroking the guy on the head, and feeling the last bans being erased.

Shaking her pelvis, she pulled her panties down, freeing herself from them, then, as if changing her mind, froze:

- Do not help?

Nikolai reached for her thighs, her panties flew off, and Victoria persistently pulled the boy's head to her girlfriend's shaved, already wildly excited skin between her, enjoying the touch of his lips.

Nikolai's wet tongue slid across its crevice, blazing with fire, first climbing into the wet crack, and then concentrating on the pulsing clitoris.

She moaned loudly, losing the sense of time, until, finally, Nicholas lifted himself, leaning on her, and inserting her penis between half-open petals, penetrating the vagina.

From the severity of his body, and from the rapid pushes, Victoria became insanely hot, so, without interrupting Nicholas's movements, she, twisting like a snake, pulled the dress off her head, throwing it directly on the floor.

When she felt the vagina, as a member of Nicholas is reduced, throwing sperm into her, then her sharpened nerves could not stand, her own discharge became like a sweet explosion, and Victoria wanted to scream ...

*****

- I did not understand, Roma! Where did this clown come from? You said you checked everything!

Whenever the Hammer raised his voice to him, Roman, in accordance with the military habit developed over the years, wanted to immediately stretch out into a string.

- Yes, I do not know, I'm sorry ... Actually, after all, I checked everything ... He, probably, somewhere on the second floor was shked ...

In addition to official leadership, Molot was distinguished by a violent disposition and a good knockout blow, so Roman did not want to bully him.

The instructions left by the director before leaving the corporate party were simple and clear.

- After 23 hours, so that there is no soul in the office. If young people go on a spree, drive hard, without ceremony!

Hammer and Roman proudly regarded themselves as real kids, so they were class-oriented about office workers, and they were endowed with “special police” powers, which pleased them.

- Nothing you, Roma, can not be charged! Salabon! Okay, let's go figure it out, ”Hammer frowned menacingly.

The guards came out of the duty room and headed to the place where the forgotten participant of the corporate party was seen, unsteadily groping along half-dark corridors.

- Hey dude,...