Roma walked along the street flooded with light, holding his girlfriend by the hand, and felt like the last scum. Lena turned eighteen today, and he promised to bring her to the club that day, meaning to drink and drag her to bed at last. They had already met for two months, but it didn’t go further than kisses and hugs, because she turned out to be a virgin. He has already decided that if she does not give him today, he will part with it, because he is a normal guy, and he has needs ...

The heat of the day subsided, a light breeze blew, moving her dark, silky hair below her shoulders. She put on thin jeans, beautifully fitting fries - in the opinion of Roma, even too thin - her ass, a beautiful t-shirt, silver sandals on high thin heels with straps on elegant ankles on her legs. On the hands of the bracelets in the ears of long earrings with a sharp tip. Gentle skin, big green eyes, thin straight nose. Roma often imagined her, caressing himself in the evenings in the shower.

And now she will get another. Although, maybe, if he apologizes afterwards, she must understand that he has no choice. Yes, there is no choice ... She will understand, she is kind ...

At the entrance to the club crowded youth, someone already drunk, someone took something stronger. There was loud laughter and the smell of cigarettes in the air.

Lena was smiling cheerfully, asking him if he could dance. Roma tried to answer as fun. If he doesn’t do what he owes, he will be in big trouble.

The security guard checked Lena's passport, looked at her purse for order, ran a metal detector on Roma's front and back, and let them go to the stairs to the second floor.

The music was stunning, people were twitching on the dance floor. Roma immediately found the bar with his eyes and dragged Lena there.

He ordered a brandy to himself, Lena chose a cocktail, but did not dare to drink immediately, and held in her hand, sitting on a high chair. They looked at her with interest.

- Let's go dancing! She shouted in Roma's ear, laughing.

“I can't sober,” he shook his head, “let's drink a little.” For your birthday!

She drank. For about ten minutes they sat at the bar, the girl turned her head, slowly sipping a cocktail, but her laugh sounded more relaxed, and her eyes sparkled with mischief. Roma thought that today they would have succeeded, if not for this bitch Andrew.

It was worth remembering about him, as Andrew sat on a chair next to Roma and waved to the bartender. He immediately put a bottle of dark Asahi.

- Hello, Roma, - he smiled broadly and just glanced at the girl, said Andrei, - well, did you find the money?

Roma blurred, as always in front of him. Andrei was a tall guy with broad shoulders, strong hands with long, unexpectedly graceful fingers. His ears were pressed to the head - the memory of boxing youth. However, it seemed to Roma that he is not throwing even now, otherwise he would have spread a long time.

- Hello, - Lena decided that Roma met a friend, and smiled at him, - I'm Lena.

- Andrei, very nice. So, Romka? How will we solve the problem? I see you are not alone today.

Bitch ... Roma felt completely helpless. This was Andrew’s club, and he could not do anything.

“Let me show you the VIP zone,” Andrei suggested, louder for Lena to hear.

- Come on, - she jumped off the chair, leaving the glass on the rack.

“It’s not accepted here, you have to finish it,” Andrew smiled at her. He already understood that there would be no resistance from Roma.

Lena laughed and drank a cocktail in one gulp, showed an empty glass to Andrew and asked:

- Now you can?

- Come on, don't get lost.

He led them to the next room, where other music thundered. Lena, with her eyes wide open, watched half-naked women dancing, clinging to their partners. Three beautiful vases with condoms stood by the walls.

Unable to avert her eyes, she did not notice how Andrew opened the key behind the room behind the stairs, closed by a screen.Once there, Lena saw an even, muffled light and a narrow circular staircase down.

- Have you been here? - involuntarily muffling the voice, because the music was barely heard, the girl asked Roma.

“Yes, once,” he answered grimly.

“We usually play cards here,” Andrew explained, going down first and unlocking the door at the end of the stairs. The girl saw a low room "under a stone", with an electric fireplace, a billiard table, and a small round table with chairs around. There was a mini-bar near the wall, on it there was a rather large closed box. In the depths of the room pole for striptease. At the card table lay out a solitaire spectacular burning brunette in a short red dress. When she saw the guests, she approached, lighting a thin cigarette.

- Like? - asked Andrei Lena. She shrugged uncertainly, feeling uneasy: his friendly smile became a grin. The woman generally looked at her in a businesslike manner.

“And she is better in life than in the photo,” the brunette looked at the girl.

- Have you seen my photo? - Lena was surprised.

- Romochka was supposed to prove that you are worth three hundred thousand.

- What? - Lena abruptly turned to Roma. Andrew crossed his arms over his chest:

- Tell her yourself, otherwise they will not believe us. Such paws always believe friends first.

Roma hesitated and terribly nervous.

- Len, you know ... Well ... They called me once to play cards, you know?

Lena was silent. That he lost was completely clear. Only it became scary.

- I lost three hundred thousand ...

- Where did you get them?

- We played debt ... And they will kill me if I do not return the debt.

“I should have contacted the police,” the girl turned with an angry look to Andrei standing at the door. And still smiling!

“They said that if I turned, they would kill me anyway ...”

“In short,” Andrei cut him off.

“They said I can bring you,” Roma blurted out, turning pale. Lena looked back at Andrei and tried to rush to the door, but he slammed the door in front of her nose. She stopped, realizing that she could not cope with such a thug. Helplessly she looked back at Roma.

- Do not be afraid, go sit down, - Adrei pointed to the chairs by the table. Lena decided not to annoy him and sat down. Andrei took Roma by the collar and led him out the door. She knocked deafly, opening and closing, the upper door. Andrei came back, locked the lower one, and threw the keys into the box on the mini-bar counter. By that time, the woman sat on the table next to Lena.

“My name is Christina,” she introduced herself, “is it true that you are a virgin?”

Lena jerked and flushed. Andrei grinned:

- It is necessary, but I did not believe to the last.

- Why do you need? - Lena tried to keep her voice from shaking.

- You see, today you have to pay the debt of your friend. Yes, exactly as you thought, and generally quite diverse, - he said, evaluating her breasts.

Lena felt tears coming to her eyes. Light hop weathered long ago.

- Do not ... I'll find the money ...

- No, today I choose a prize, - Andrey put a chair in front of her and sat down, - we can do everything in a nice, gentle way. But you understand that if you do not agree, we still get everything.

"We"? Lena looked back at Christina, who was happily drawn out.

- Choose in a good way, baby, - she advised, - you will also get pleasure.

Lena squeezed trembling hands. She never understood how to get pleasure from rape.

Andrei took off his T-shirt, threw it on the table, and unzipped his fly.

“Let it be your consent,” he said. Lena clung to the chair. She did not do this to Roma, even though he asked.

- Do not be shy, - Christine slipped off the table, took Lena's hand and put Andrei on the groin, - can you drink it?

Lena felt a rather large bump under her arm and pulled her hand away. Andrew, sighing, got up and forced Lena to rise, holding her hands.

“I was hoping so well,” he said, “I have never had a virgin.” Kiss me at least.

Lena tried ...