- I was glad to hear from you again. Until! - said Vadim Lavrov with his interlocutor, and hung up.

For years, Vadim has been the owner of one of the most prestigious nightclubs in Moscow. Vadik's father was a successful entrepreneur, and now an influential official Gleb Lavrov. He could buy any post for his son, but Vadim refused his help, because he wanted to achieve everything himself. And he did it. In addition to the night club, Vadik owned several supermarkets, as well as an underground casino. Competitors were afraid and respected Lavrov, and few dared to cross the road to him. Having decided to relax a little, Vadim left his office. Today the club had more people than usual. Young people mostly had fun on the dance floor, and those who are older, more comfortable settled around the tables, and watched the dancing strippers. Vadim looked at the stage, and kept his eyes on the new dancer Alyona.

The red-haired beauty with the third breast size got a job at the club two weeks ago, and in such a short time managed to become a local star. Some visitors came to the club at all to watch the performance of Alena. Under the approving rumble, the girl slowly took off her bra, and threw it in the direction of the nearest table. The gray-haired grandfather, who looked to be about 70 years old, and maybe even more, with an unusual speed, caught an abandoned bra and sniffed it. Alena smiled brilliantly, and beckoned the old man with her finger. Grandfather took out a wallet full of large bills and went to the stage. Alena turned her back to him, and then began to twist her elastic ass. The old man shoved several large bills into her panties, and then slapped the girl on the pope. Vadim turned his gaze to the two ambalist guards, with a confident gait approaching the dance floor. Pulling out of the crowd a young guy in a green shirt and black jeans, the guards took him by the arms and pulled him out of the dance floor. Vadim went to meet them.

- What's happening? - he asked.

Instead of answering, one of the guards pulled a small packet of pills out of his pocket.

- Clear. Junkie or dealer? - clarified Lavrov.

- Dealer. This is because of him yesterday the two girls were taken away with an overdose.

Vadim frowned.

“Pass this geek to the cops, but first give it a chiseled massage of the muzzle and liver,” he ordered.

One of the guards nodded, and with all the dope he punched the guy into the stomach with his fist. The dealer doubled over and began to gasp for air. Vadim shook his head reproachfully, and the second guard weighed his companion on the backstop.

“Well, not here, dummy,” he said, and looked at his employer. - Forgive him, Vadim Glebovich. He works here the first day.

“For the first time, I forgive you,” Vadik said generously, and continued on his way to the bar.

He sat down opposite the bartender who was cleaning his glasses, Lavrov ordered that he brought him vodka with martini.

“By the way, this is James Bond’s favorite drink,” Vadim heard a familiar female voice.

Margarita Kolesnikova, or, as she called herself, Margo, went to the bar, and sat down next to Lavrov.

- Surprised? The girl asked.

Vadim looked at his former lover from head to toe. She was wearing a burgundy jacket, a bright red top, a short green skirt, black stockings and white boots. Long black hair was gathered in a bun. On the left shoulder of the girl hung a leather handbag.

- Not really. Gone are the days when you could surprise me, - Vadim answered with restraint after a short pause.

- Do not rush to conclusions, Vadik.

The last time Lavrov saw Margo during a visit to an elite suburban brothel, where he himself passed his mistress for betraying him.The brothel was closed, the organizers were planted, and all the prostitutes were released. Nevertheless, Vadim did not fit in the head like Margo had the audacity to pay him a visit.

The bartender brought the order of Vadim, but Lavrov did not even touch the glass.

- I have neither the time nor the desire to play your games. Why did you come? He asked openly.

- Honestly?

- If possible.

Margo took a glass of Vadim, took a small sip, and put it back on the rack.

- At first I thought that it would be a good idea to burn your club to all hell, preferably with you, but then decided that this idea was worthless and decided to get a job here again.

- Are you serious? - asked Vadim in surprise.

“About the arson?” Or about getting back to work here? In both cases, the answer is yes.

Lavrov could not hide a smile. Vadim liked Margot's luxurious pussy, and the mouth with which she worked miracles, but he liked her immediacy even more.

“You almost killed me because of you.” Do you really believe that after that I will hire you again?

- And you passed me to a brothel, where they could kill me too. So we are now quits. And then, whoever remembers the old, that’s the eye out. I'm not mad at you at all.

Vadim frowned. He knew that Margot was a real nympho. She by and large does not give a damn about whose member to ride. However, to believe that she forgave him a similar offense, was beyond his strength.

“Will you leave yourself or will I order the security to throw you out?” - asked Lavrov.

- Why is it so categorical? Maybe we should discuss everything in more detail in your office?

Vadim immediately understood what Margot meant by discussion.

“This devil has definitely conceived something. Let him think that I was bought, ”thought Vadim, and said aloud:

- A tempting offer. Let's go.

The couple got up from the counter, and headed to Vadim's office. Passing by a pair of two-meter bastards, and passing a long corridor, Vadim and Margot approached the office. Lavrov turned around and asked:

- Have you changed your mind?

Margo shook her head, and straightened her purse on her shoulder. After they entered the office, Vadim closed the door and sat down on a chair.

- If you want to convince me to take you to work, I advise you to start. You have five minutes, - said Lavrov.

Margo smiled slyly, walked over to Vadim, and knelt down.

“Three will be enough for me,” she said, and unbuttoned her pants on Lavrov’s trousers.

Putting her hand on Vadim's dick, the girl pulled him out of his pants, ran her palm back and forth several times, and then took it in her mouth and began to suck. She did it slowly and unhurriedly. In this case, the girl all the time looked Vadim in the eyes, trying to choose the right moment. Lavrov looked attentive and focused, as if it was not his cock that the black-haired beauty was sucking.

- unconvincing. You have two minutes left, ”he said in a bored tone.

Margo immediately sped up. She then seized the whole member, then took it out of her mouth, and held her tongue along the entire length, then took the member by the cheek. Her efforts were not in vain - Vadim no longer looked so focused. Moreover, he even put his hands on Margo's shoulders, and began to lightly rub it in her mouth. It was so nice that Margo almost forgot why she came to the club. Meanwhile, Vadim threw his head back, closed his eyes, and began to actively hammer the mouth of the former mistress. Realizing that this was her chance, Margo put her right hand in her purse lying on the floor, and felt for a syringe there.

“Farewell, Vadik!” - the girl thought, pulled out a syringe, and tried to stick it in Vadim's leg.

Lavrov abruptly opened his eyes, and literally at the very last moment grabbed Margo's hand, and then weighed her loud slap. The girl fell on her back, and put her hand to her hurt cheek.

- Bravo. I almost believed you, - said Vadim, removing the member back into the pants.

Margo reached for the syringe, but Lavrov stepped on her arm and pressed harder on the sole. The girl screamed in pain. Vadim bent down and picked up a syringe.

- You threw me twice already.There will be no third time, ”he said in the tone of a judge who was carrying out a mortal ...