The call burst into a piercing nightingale trill and, in just a minute, Illya heard a ringing clatter behind the door that quickly healed his heels. Expecting that he would see Aunt Angelica now, he quickly straightened his slightly worn shirt and proudly straightened up. A moment later, the door opened to him, but on the threshold there was by no means an aunt, but some blond woman in a typical black and white maid uniform.

- Hello ... - with a certain confusion in his voice, Ilya greeted her.

- Hello, - a woman responded in a deaf, chesty voice, and immediately asked. - Are you by any chance Angelika Vitalyevna’s nephew?

- Yes, he is.

- Oh, come in, please. She is not home yet, but I was warned about your arrival. Come on in.

Flashing a slight smile, she stepped aside, and he willingly entered the corridor of the next aunt's cottage.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, he stopped on the spot: the corridor was not only stunningly long and wide, but it was full of various hanging clothes (mostly female wardrobe) and standing columns of numerous boots and shoes!

- What are you standing? - Asked his maid, again shutting the door behind him. - For the first time with us? However, yes, I have not seen you here before. Sorry...

“I’m just surprised at such an abundance of things ...” confessed stunned Ilya. - As if he was in the warehouse of women's clothing ...

- Yes, Angelica Vitalevna loves good things. She always keeps them ready here ...

- Besides the house, do you do them?

- Yes.

- Well, I do not envy you!

He said it as jokingly as possible, and it had an effect on the woman - flashing her eyes merrily, she finally broke into a real white-toothed smile. This smile somehow caught him - instantly forgetting about the surrounding "warehouse", he only now carefully looked at the maid.

In appearance, she was about forty years old. Rising a bit above him because of her high-heel black shoes, she had a rather pretty pale face with green crystals of large shining eyes (looking slightly tired from under the tall wings of thick light brown eyebrows), straight round nose, lush cheeks, puffy milky-pink lips and smooth roundness of a small chin. An elongated cone of a white cap decorated her crown with a peculiar crown, and a golden mane of hair that was well tucked back, sparkled gently on her shoulders and back. The uniform itself, consisting of a light black dress, covered with a white-and-thin wide-shouldered cape with an apron, went to her just perfectly - she well-shaped her curvaceous body, rejuvenated her and made her look something like a seductive Soviet high school girl!

This association of a mature woman with a high school girl of a bygone era, Ilya immediately liked, and he answered her with a less open smile.

- Come on, - all the same cute beaming lips, said the maid. “I'll show you your room, and then ask for the table — dinner is almost ready.”

“Thank you,” he answered, and, seeing that she wanted to take the bag from him, with one palm gesture showed that there was no special need for that.

Straight from this bag (with a strap over his shoulder), he lowered himself to the floor, quickly took off his sports dark sneakers, and soon followed the blonde.

Looking at her back (on her in the oblique rays of the sun her hair blazingly glowing with gold), he noted for himself that she, like Angelica Vitalyevna, was twice as big as him: she had exactly the same big ass and covered in dark nylon sex tights legs! And, although in her movement he did not guess the frankly playful wagging of her thighs, he immediately felt at the bottom of his stomach the spilled juice of warmth - his true languid sensation, signaling, about instinctive sympathy for the object of the beautiful female sex.

“Here we have a bathroom,” the maid said, not even knowing about the guest’s passionate nature, mechanically pointing her hand at the brown door on the right. - And here is the personal library of Angelika Vitalievna, in which about 5 thousand books of the most diverse classics are collected.

They were already walking along a brightly lit hall, the floor of which was covered with a scarlet path, and, from this, Ilya felt that he was in a museum, and this “high school girl” was his personal guide.

“And here we have a living room,” the blonde said in the same deaf wadded voice as they entered the extraordinary room of the next room. - Basically, the hostess likes to meet guests and arrange social events.

At the word "hostess" Ilya involuntarily grinned under his breath, however, this hall struck him even more in the hall: dull-amber, with a high white ceiling, it stretched from one to the other window to all good fifty meters! On one side there was a huge dark oak table (with a number of elegant Viennese chairs adjoining it) on the other was something of a dance floor with a pair of lush dairy sofas for relaxing. In different corners, there were also several marble busty busts of Angelica Vitalyevna herself, a table with a dark music center, another snow-white sofa (only now paired with an oval of a coffee table) and one brown quadrangle of the bar. The light walls were decorated with numerous posters of the owner, her personal certificates of victories in various music festivals, gold-platinum discs issued, personal daggers presented to her, and hunting horns. Everything seemed to cultivate a mature diva, and her fiery passionate spirit penetrated everywhere!

“So much for your aunt's house! - only thought Ilya, dumbfounded looking around. - Indeed, it’s not for nothing that she tumbled with various producers for so many years and fought at concerts.

precious throat! Not in vain!"

Struck by the surrounding luxury, he continued to follow the maid and, soon, having entered with her into one small room (in which the shower room was located!), He stopped at a door.

- Here is your bedroom! - Helpfully revealing her, said the "black and white" woman. - It has everything for your convenience. Spacious bed, clothes hanger, locker, coffee table, bar, wide plasma with satellite TV broadcast for 300 channels, and even a DVD player with discs on various subjects. Please settle down!

- Thank! - He thanked her, he saw everything perfectly. - I think I'll have a good time here!

“Okay, so far, you can get some rest from the road ...

With her heels cut across the white marble floor, she retired from the room.

Elijah, looking excitedly at the chambers personally assigned to him, finally took off his bag from his shoulder and, with bliss, collapsed into the wide embrace of the purple bed - after two sultry hours of traveling by train and another half an hour of hot winding in a taxi, he was overcome by some sort of fatigue.

“Oh, what a house! Which house! - looking at the whiteness of the ceiling, he thought. - Not a house, but royal mansions! And, since my aunt is on tour, it is I who will be the host here! No, I will be the king of this house! Lord! ”

From these playful thoughts, Illya even gave a little laugh, after which, with even greater relaxation, he stretched the young loins. In comparison with the half-empty “closets” of the student hostel, this mansion really seemed to him to be a real palace, and the prospect of becoming a “monarch” in it, swiftly doused it with waves of sugary joy!

“The dormitory ... Institute ...” he continued to reflect, like a March cat blissfully squinting his eyes and stretching his mouth in a contented smile. - It's over! Its end! Goodbye learning, goodbye forever! ”

So, freely lying in this cozy bedroom of the Sochi mansion, he finally fully surrendered to the apotheosis of the internal high, which inspired him with a sense of incredible freedom, opened his future life in the continuous iridescent light of pleasures!

- Ile-and-iya! - he suddenly heard the drawling call of the maid. - Lunch!

“And this woman is not as quiet as it seems,” he smiled to himself, he thought. - There is in her bleating ...