Four months ago I was a thirty-five bachelor, got a job at our office. A small team, an adequate boss, a normal salary, everything is in order. But there was one small but. This is chief accountant Lena, more precisely, Elena Aleksandrovna. Cute, slim girl, 27 years old. Excellent professional, and a complete bitch. Chef appreciated her. In his opinion, she had knowledge that was beyond his reach. Lena understood this very well and slowly a part of the power in the company passed to her. She took over the supervisory role. Who, when left and came. The consumption of materials, the performance of official duties. Especially from it got to our two girls and young employees. She chased and shpnyala them with might and main.

It did not take a week for one of the girls not to roar on the sly because of her nagging. Sometimes she ran into the backbone of the company, people who moved all the work. There will always be small deviations from the rules that you can find fault with. In general, everyone suffered with her. The chef was aware, but since he preached democratic leadership, he did not interfere. Probably used it as a counterweight to his liberalism. In the "smoking room" there were different versions explaining her bitchiness. From the most mundane, such as “she needs a peasant,” she was not married, and no one on the horizon was watching any guy, to the mystical, this supposedly God's punishment for our sins.

It would all have suffered, if not the case, at the beginning of the summer. Once on Thursday, I was a little late. Everything was already piled up, and only Elena remained in the office. On the way home, I realized that I forgot the flash drive. I had to go back. Thirty minutes had gone by and by. Lena has not left yet. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) Our office was located in a separate basement room. Security was absent. Leaving, the last employee turned on the alarm. Trying not to meet her again, I quickly took the flash drive and was about to leave. But I heard strange sounds from the office of the chief. The door was open, I looked in. Our Elena Alexandrovna, sat with her back to me, on the director's desk, in front of his empty chair, and kicked the back of the defenseless chair, with her foot in the shoe. In her hand she held a crystal glass from the “executive” set with a small amount of whiskey. Judging by the smell, the viscarian was also from the director’s bar. She did not hear me enter because she was very busy.

Time, from time to time kicking a chair, she cursed with an imaginary owner. - How did you get, old marazmatic. Sit here, cheeks puff! If I were you, there could be any scarecrow stuffed with straw and it would have done just as well! He spread a mess here! Soon these goats will work at all and will sit on your head. If it were not for me, the world would have gone! You should wash my feet and drink water. He gave a prize to some freaks, but I got crazy! Goat - and she spat on the seat. It can be seen firmly touched her, that the chief yesterday, me and Michael, gave the prize for the deal. I must say that the boss had one fad. He was painfully clean. Could not tolerate a mess or dust. The cleaning lady did the cleaning twice a day. In addition, we all, without exception, once every two days, put things in order and wiped dust in their workplaces.

They laughed, of course, but where to go, they had to meet the requirements. His quirk is not much strained, so that no one grumbled. And here Elena made some of the most terrible crimes at once, from the point of view of the chief, of course. I remember that when I got rid of one employee for his habit of spitting when smoking ... I did not know what pushed me to pull out the phone and start shooting this performance. Not otherwise, as insight from above. Most of her speech and savory spit have turned out well! Seeking to catch the best angle, I accidentally touched the door with my hand. There was a distinct “Boom!”, And Lena turned around. Seeing that I was shooting, her face twisted in an angry grimace.

- Shirokov, and you, what are you doing here? Are you gone? - she had a bad habit of calling everyone by name, and you, regardless of age. - What are you, Shirokov, spying on me? Are you shooting? Immediately remove and get out! She jumped off the table and walked toward me, holding out her hand to pick up the phone. I'm pissed off.

“You were mistaken, Elena Alexandrovna,” I began in a steady voice, “not to fuck me!” Slept you, Helen! For such performances, fly out of here, as pretty. So shut up! Do you understand? She stopped amazed. Nobody ever talked to her like that! And, it seems, it dawned on her that Vladimir Vitalyevich, our chief, having seen this record, will expel her without hesitation. One spittle, which is worth.

- Well, okay, okay, why are you so immediately ... - she smiled at me. Shirokov, oh, sorry, Dmitry, what are you? Well, think about it, I relaxed a little, with whom it does not happen. We that can not agree? Let you erase the record, and I will close my eyes on your absences from work. BUT? - she looked at me like an angel, like that cat from Shrek. Here's a bitch! Forget it. Right now, ran away!

- But such a fuck you, my dear, do not agree. Ten people will breathe freely if you do not become. And me as well. So no way - I put the phone in my pocket and turned around, intending to leave. - Wait, Shirokov, which is absolutely, absolutely nothing? - she cooed. I turned around. Lena unbuttoned two buttons on her blouse and pulled the third one. I looked into my eyes and licked my lips.

- What is absolutely nothing? You all stare at me. Everybody want me. And you can break off. Because?

- Well, you and infection! - I was surprised. “Who told you that they were staring at you?” You're such a bitch that no one touches you. Even now, you are trying to seduce me, but from everywhere strepvoznost climbs. Uvol.

- And even so? - she undid the blouse, and ran her finger along the edge of her bra. - What do you say Dima?

- You know, Lena, I saw women, so you won't take me to such cheap stuff. What are you so afraid of?

- I? I'm afraid! You imagine a lot of yourself! - she indignantly pulled her blouse and began to fasten. “Let's get out of here,” she shouted. But her voice trembled.

- Valya, Valya, Lenochka, - I headed for the exit from the office. “Although we could possibly agree.” Figure you have nothing.

- Well, what are your conditions? She asked me in the back. - Speak.

I turned to her, examined her, stripping her gaze. She shivered. “We could agree if you are gentle and gentle with me,” I said.

- Of course, Dima, of course. I will do everything as you wish, just go to my office - she smiled smugly. Apparently decided that the look of her bra made me forget everything.

- You didn't understand me. Long, long will be tender and gentle, - I specified. - Say two months, or three. A smile slipped from her face.

- What? What did you say, Shirokov. Three months! Do you know who? Fool found! And what are the criteria for my tenderness? What bothers you, then say that I have failed? I know you! - anger again distorted her face. An interesting question, what are the criteria. I thought for a moment.

- The criterion is simple. As I finish with you, say, a hundred times, it means you have done it. - Fuck you, you know where! - she was shaking from indignation.

- One hundred times what you want, you will manage. “Well, as you know,” I said indifferently. - Until.

All the way home I did not leave high spirits. Frankly, it was nice to see how she tried to ask for something. I figured out how to manage this video. Suddenly the chef appreciates her more than I think. In order not to leave him a choice, you need to reset it to everyone at corporate addresses. I did not even have time to get home when the bell rang. Elena light Aleksandrovna.

- Dima, you still have nothing to do with the record? - her voice was tense. - Wait, - after a pause, - please. Let's talk. In principle, I agree. And, - again a pause. - Sorry.

- Yeah, I agree. Come on, let's try to talk - I mocked her a little. - Come to eight, to me.
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