1

Everyone needs a rest, even a gigolo. First of all, it will be understood by those who, one way or another, work with people - their problems, needs, and desires. If you are an ordinary prostitute, then you can still allow yourself to get overwhelmed, get by with bare sex - more is not required of you; you get your money and collect certain risks. Another thing, if you represent an elite ladies' club - not only is your reputation here at stake. To be the most customer-oriented, empathetic, understanding, precautionary, technical regardless of anything - such is the work of the VIP category gigolo. The client should be sure that she will not only get rid of every ruble paid for you, but also will drop interest in the form of nice bonuses. Therefore, it is obvious that if you lose your form, you also lose the location of clients. In order to avoid this, the Manager decided to send a tandem of Lex and Yasya for a couple of weeks on vacation.

- What about the clientele? - calmly asked Yas. - After all, we have everything written for six months ahead.

“Your people won't get away from you,” she said. - And the rest of those who want to somehow reorient. And yet, - the Manager strictly looked at both over the top of elegant expensive glasses, - be kind, for the next two weeks to stay away from the resorts, clubs and other places where the eager women are crowded!

- Is that, then, let us go to the sanatorium for two weeks? - Lex made a face, in the eyes of the imps danced. “I'll die from boredom in oatmeal and nurses.”

- And at least in a sanatorium! - cut off Marge. - Healthy food and fresh air have not harmed anyone! And you, so also register an enema for your long tongue!

“For my long tongue, I’m dear to you,” Lex cheerfully faked her, lustfully licking his lips. “This is a damned incubus, he knows, because everything will get away with it!” - He again built a sour face: - So, no hope for a penny?

- Here you will retire, though ukalymsya then!

- Who will I need the old horseradish?

- The old women also love to anneal, somebody will covet! Marge gasped, trying to calm herself. - Truth: I want you to rest, boys. That's an order. - She glanced at Yasya, who was silent for the time being: - Archangel, - not in service, but as a friend - look after this okhalnik.

- That is, he can not, and you offer me to earn some money as a nanny? - He said, looking into her eyes, his branded cornflower eyes. "Oh you! ..."

- Yas! ... - Manager snapped threateningly

“I obey and obey,” he immediately humbly bowed before his golden-flaxen head. - For two weeks I will like a dog in the hay: I myself will not give it to him.

- So we agreed - summed up the manager. - And now, get out of here. To your spirit was not here!

Looking at how she restrained, Lex could not stand it and rolled with laughter; I ceremoniously said goodbye and quickly pushed my partner out the door.

2

The rehabilitation program has been tested over the years: a spacious, comfortable house, a log cabin on the bank of the river under the canopy of oaks, a gym, a sauna, fresh air, tasty and healthy food from the chef. Less than a week stay in a country club, and Lex from idleness is simply exhausted.

- Yas, well, really, let's go to the city we will fly, - Stallion whined. - I already from these meditations under fiction ass sofa form took. How can?! I want to warm up! - In the end, Lex still got his way. I gave up, and they decided to go to one of the nightclubs.

- Persuade not forgotten? - strictly asked the Archangel, sitting behind the wheel of a stylish black crossover. “Marge counts on our consciousness.”

Lex, limping, leaned back in the front seat like a cat in anticipation of sour cream:

- I remember, I remember how to forget here ...“Our motto is invincible - we will excite and not give it!” He said cheerfully, glanced at his friend and, bursting into tears, rolled with laughter.

- Idiot, - Yas grunted, hiding a smile, while simultaneously turning the ignition key.

3

For the height of the party it was still quite early: the first visitors bored around the halls ignoring the DJ's musical efforts. The guests tried on the assortment of the bar, piled in “soft zones” on the sofas, drowning in cigarette smoke. At the bar counter nearest the dance floor, the go-go dancer in a platinum wig was wiggling languidly in the twilight with a silver bikini.

They settled in front of the bartender, made an order. Yas took out a pack of cigarettes, slowly pulled one. Lex grinned: Archangel allowed himself to smoke; a spectacular click of Zippo and Yas, having leaned toward the proposed light, half-closed his eyes, he took the first tobacco breath. For a moment, from the tongue of flame, his gaze flashed sapphire loose, a glint of platinum flashed on the strands of his face.

Out of the corner of his eye, Lex, not without complacency, noted that young ladies began to pull themselves onto the dance floor from various sides. The beauties were definitely attracted by a colorful pair of purebred males and they did not fail to arrange an act of self-presentation.

“Games began,” Yas breathed, watching through a stream of smoke a friend who had turned to the dance floor. Lex frankly enjoyed the spectacle. Say what you like, but he really justifies his nickname - a real black stallion, purebred and sleek. Stylishly trimmed, shoulder-length, incredibly thick hair, sable eyebrows, a heady look of cognac-colored incubus. The sensual line of the mouth twisted in a teasing smile. “Someone, I remember, was beating a hoof, I wanted to warm up,” faked a friend Archangel, breathing out another portion of smoke. - What are you sitting? Gartsuy on the parade ground, out of which fillies frolic!

Stallion gave him a wide smile:

- So what about you?

“I would prefer smoking and contemplation,” Yas decided, knocking the ashes into an ashtray helpfully pushed by the bartender.

Lex answered with a sarcastic grin and, leaving a lighter on the rack, went round the gathered flower garden. Yas observed how unobtrusively and skillfully Stallion, dancing amongst strangers to each other, organizes them into one merry company. Easy flirting at the level of looks and smiles, a bit of attention of each in the form of playful na. Fleeting contact at your fingertips, trimming, reflection - a spark! ... Very soon, a dozen young ladies fluttered around Lex cohesively around a bunch of fascinated fairies. Stallion professionally warmed up the audience, the dance floor was filled with guests.

Yas continued to idly stare at the dancers through the gray clouds of cigarette smoke, when his eyes caught the miniature squirming figure on the opposite edge. The girl was definitely single. Low, fragile, with long, free flowing, light brown hair and doll face. Flexible and plastic she was one of those singles that roam the halls of the club, and then, finding a free patch on the periphery of the dance floor, demonstrate their choreographic skills to everyone and no one at the same time. Even from here, in the characteristic fabric of a light, small dress, which was puffed up on a breast, on thin straps, the absence of a bra was evident. How old is she? - seemingly no more than eighteen ... After a while, she was joined by a pretty major branded to all my clothes, which Major had already noticed in the company of three clearly unbalanced and heated friends. He frankly dabbled behind her in the dance; she allowed him to quickly reduce the distance to a minimum, although there was absolutely no particular sympathy on the part of the girl. They pogmied for a while, and then he took her by the elbow and led her to the exit. The next second, the Archangel, having easily jumped off the high stool, grabbed Zippo from the stand and rushed straight through the filled dance floor. Lex soon caught up with him:

“You propped right through my flower bed,” Stallion said displeased, “and, judging by the glowing gaze, definitely with a view to inflicting retaliation on the third person.”To whom the sword of punishment will tear down?

“I hope I was wrong,” Yasa said, tacking among the guests, striding towards the exit.

They went outside, in front of the club was empty. Yas quietly swore. Right because of ...