The fat man's eyes were filled with blood, and the only thing that saved the girl was the appearance of Fyodor. Looking first at the girl, and then at the fat man with the damaged unit, Fedor grimaced.

“Wipe your muzzle and live with me,” he said, and then looked at the client. - And you, hippopotamus, hide your noodle, and piss off.

The fat man pouted, like an angry turkey, put his cock in his pants, and left the room.

- You're on time. This idiot ... - the beginning was Alena.

- Slap the mouth! Wipe you have your nasty snout!

Alyona felt very uncomfortable, intuitively guessing that Fedor's discontent was caused not only by how she treated the client. Wiping her face with a handkerchief, the girl rose from the floor.

“That's the same,” said Fyodor, roughly grabbing Alena by the hand, and dragging her into Vadim's office.

Bringing the girl to the office, Fedor pressed her against the wall, searched carefully, and found a vial that Ilya had given her. Without saying anything, he led the girl into the office.

- That's all she had with her! - said Fedor, showing Vadim a bubble.

- What is it? - Lavrov was curious.

- My medicine! - quickly blurted out Alena.

- And what are you sick of? - asked Vadim.

The girl tried to quickly come up with a plausible answer, but unfortunately she could not find a single suitable disease.

“Since this is your medicine, take it and you can be free,” said Vadim.

Alyona paled.

- What's the matter? What have I done? She asked in a pitiful voice.

- I tried to send me to the light with my brother. Was it you who helped him drag the weapon into the club?

Alena frantically shook her head. Fedor roughly grabbed her by the hair, from which Alena screamed in fright.

- Listen to me carefully, stupid bitch. Now you will call your brother and ask you to pick you up, or in the evening you will be caught from the river! - He threatened, then abruptly pushed the girl.

Alyona fell to the floor, and threw a pitiful glance at Vadim.

“Call me,” Lavrov said in an indifferent voice.

Having ceased to pretend to be an innocent victim, Alena looked at Vadim with a hating glance, got up from the floor, and dialed Ilya.

“Hello,” she began. - Could you...

“I'm on my way,” interrupted Sister Ilya.

Alena stiffened.

- I listened to the recording from the office of Lavrov. He calculated me. Get out of there!

Alena swallowed a lump that rolled up her throat.

“It's late,” she said after a short pause.

- What are you talking about? - asked frowned Vadim, not hearing the words of Ilya.

- Do not worry. I will be there soon, - continued Ilya.

- Do not even think about it! Leave the city immediately! - scared shouted Alena.

Fedor snatched the phone from the girl's hands, and gave her a painful slap. Hearing the sister's groan, Illya gritted his teeth and clamped on the gas pedal. Arriving at the club, Yevseyev stopped. Taking a few deep breaths, Illya pressed the gas pedal again. Having rammed the main entrance, Evseev burst into the club. Grabbing an ultrasound machine from the next seat, Ilya got out of the car, and with a quick step headed toward Vadim's office. The path was blocked by Fyodor, leading Alena in front of him. As soon as Ilya directed an automatic rifle at him, Fyodor locked himself in like a living shield.

- Drop the weapon, fucking vandal! - Fedor demanded.

- Let her go! - shouted Ilya.

Instead, Fedor put a gun to Alena’s temple. Ilya was surrounded by four armed guards. Transferring the weapon from one broom to another, Ilya, however, did not pull the trigger.

- I count to three. Either you throw the machine away, or your little sister will have a hole in her head! - warned Ilya Fedor. - Once ...

Evseev threw the ultrasound aside, and pounced on the nearest guard with his fists. The guard tried to kick Ilya in the stomach (Vadim ordered Yevseyev alive), but the guy dodged the blow, knocked the enemy off his feet, and grabbed a chair. Waving a chair in front of her, Ilya at first managed to keep her opponents at a distance, but when Alena bit Fedor, who was still holding her instead of a shield, by the arm, the security chief shouted in pain, and let the girl go. Without thinking twice, Ilya launched a chair in Fedor to give Alena the opportunity to escape. However, all his efforts were in vain. Fedor managed to duck, and the chair flew past. (Porn stories) The guards immediately attacked Ilya, knocked him to the floor, and began to beat him with frenzy with their legs. By the time Fedor gave them the go-ahead, there was no living space left on Yevseyev’s body.

“Take this shit to the cops,” the security chief ordered.

The guards lifted Ilya from the floor, and one of them asked what to do with Alena. Fedor did not answer immediately. He was not averse to finally fucking the red-haired stripper hard, but remembering how Vadim had dealt with another unfortunate rapist, did not risk it.

“And her too,” he said with regret, turned his back to his subordinates, and left.

***

Max and Margo, fully dressed, were sitting at the table drinking tea. Tea time was interrupted by a phone call.

- Lavrov? - asked Max.

“He’s the one,” answered Margo, recognizing Vadik’s number.

For 15 seconds she listened attentively to what Vadim said to her, and then smiled, and looked at Max.

“As soon as I see him, I will immediately convey it,” she said, and put the phone away.

- What did he say?

- Everything is good. You can go to the club right now and pick up your sister.

- You will go with me?

- Well, I do not. I'd rather sit here.

Gulping up the hot tea, Max left the kitchen. Looking out the window at Maxim, who was getting into her car, Margo closed the curtain and went to get a jacket.

When Makeev arrived at the club, the workers had already managed to restore order there. Vadim personally monitored the establishment of order. All the staff who were in the club, and who witnessed an unpleasant scene with the participation of Ilya and Alyona, he wrote out a bonus so that the workers would keep their mouths shut. The official version was this: some moron got drunk, and drunk rammed the main entrance, then arranged a fight with the guards. The moron calmed down, slightly crushed, and brought out into the street. Having cooked up a similar legend, Vadim was primarily concerned with the image of his establishment, which did not need bad publicity. It was enough that the guard was able to stop Ilya Yevseyev only at the second attempt. Seeing Maxim, Vadim went to meet him.

- Where is Lyuba? - asked Makeev.

- Under reliable supervision in one of the rooms. Follow me.

All night and all morning, a young stripper named Julia looked out for Anyone. The girls quickly found a common language, and now, after five minutes, Lyuba stopped feeling herself a prisoner. Naturally, they did not return it to the wet pantry, but placed it in one of the rooms for private dancing, where a folding bed was later moved. Going into the room, Vadim and Max were dumbfounded. Lyuba and Yulia, the bra that was lying on the chair, was kissing passionately. Maxim tactfully coughed. The girls noticed uninvited guests, and bounced off each other. Yulia began to mumble some apologies, covered her bare chest with her hand, and began to look for something.

“If you are looking for a bra, then he is in a chair,” Vadim said in a calm voice.

Luba pissed off offendedly and looked at Maxim angrily.

- A knock is not destiny? She asked.

- Next time I will definitely knock. Let's go.

After leaving the club, Max and Lyuba got into the car.

“I thought that you were almost tortured here,” Maxim said with a smile.

- Yes, you go! I suppose I did all this time only that I fucked with this slut Margot!

Max stopped smiling.

“By the way, it’s thanks to her that they let you go,” he said.

- Come on? Seriously? - Lyuba muttered incredulously .... Read more →