Both reacted instantly. Stallion swiftly attacked the driver: he dragged the swearing boy from the salon and, wringing his hands, laid the belly on the hood.

“You cringe, fuck it,” Lex said sweetly.

Yas opened the back door, preemptively broke the nose of the second scumbag and threw out of the cabin. Then he reached out and pulled the frightened and disheveled girl out of the car.

- Well, get out before the security is called! - thundered the Archangel. Lex grabbed his victim from the hood and defiantly pushed him back to the salon.

- Uёbki! You still do not know who contacted! - yelled the failed rapist, wiping himself with bloody snot. Lex is somewhat stronger than required, put it on the hood.

- Yes, yes, of course we do not know, - Stallion grinned, - you will see Satire, say hello!

Major instantly shut up and, angrily zyrknuv, gave the gas.

- Satire? That same? - Yas asked.

“Yeah,” Lex grinned, “one of his regulars ...”

“Ghm-khm,” Yasya sounded uncertainly behind him. The archangel turned round. The girl looked at them with wide-open gray-blue eyes: - Who are you? Vice squad?!.

“Well, almost,” Lex giggled, and taking out a business card, he handed it to her.

Having read it carefully, she made her eyes even wider:

- What are you - really gigolo? Both?

“Yeah,” he grinned.

Archangel could not resist:

“What did you think when you got into the car?” - Yas started up.

- Oh oh oh! - instantly bristled young lady. - Oh, who would say!?. I thought ... I thought that we would go for a little ride, well - let's have sex later ... Who knew that there was still a crowd with the trailer?

I just snorted in irritation.

“Come on, we'll take you home,” Lex suggested.

- And where is the guarantee that you will take me exactly home, and not to the forest belt? She asked sarcastically, pursing her lips and demonstratively folding her arms over her chest.

Winking his eyes hard, the Archangel snapped sharply:

- The guarantee is simple: first, for us, sex is work; the second is that we are on vacation, which means that we do not serve anyone; third, even alone, we definitely can’t afford it!

- I also did not pay the peasants for trash! - flashing ears, barked beauty.

- Damn, Yas, yes siege already, - Lex’s voice preemptively raised, - broke up.

The result was that they picked up a familiar operator and called the girl a taxi. The archangel paid the driver with a generous tip.

4.

The manager disgustedly drilled both of them over his glasses, like the head teacher of naughty teens.

- And how to understand this? - quietly boiled Marge. - Sunk: the elite composition on the street of the girls is gluing, business cards are handed out to passersby - Japanese hostels! ... We have a decent establishment! Are you a little work? So I will provide ... We have all the clientele checked, with an impeccable reputation, and what kind of crap!?.

“Marge, there’s a cross, two weeks at the Dubrava sat as ascetics in more often,” Lex tried to reduce everything to a joke.

- I asked to stay away from the women! - she exploded. - So what do they say to me that you yourself handed her a business card?!?

- Yes, there was no one! - Stallion fought back. - Sheer abstinence, I almost did not climb on Yasya! Well, tell her you already! ... - Lex demandingly turned to his partner.

“We didn’t get acquainted with anyone, didn’t take anyone,” the Archangel confirmed with an absolutely impenetrable face, openly looking into the Manager’s eyes. - I haven’t been subjected to direct harassment by Lex, although the hell knows, maybe I slept soundly ...

Marge rolled her eyes with a groan, as if her teeth had broken all at once.

“So, both shut up,” she snarled. - Here is the outfit: here is the address, phone number, name of the customer, wishes regarding the program for the night. Pay from an electronic wallet.- Yas got from her hands a neatly filled form. - Understand this and try not to plunge.

- Yavol, mein Führer! - both stood, heading for the door.

- And so no more amateur!

- Ave Marge! - the door slammed shut before a stapler hit it.

5.

- Well, what are we preparing for? - Lex asked when both were already in the car. Yas silently held out a piece of paper. - Tak-s, let's see what awaits us in the coming evening - aha: a “two for one” scheme, an escort within the “foam party”, a standard set of preferences without exotics and extreme. Already not bad, - grinned Stallion, - what do you think?

“We'll see,” the Archangel grunted, taxiing from narrow streets to the avenue.

In the evening, the navigator led them to a remote sleeping area of ​​the same type of gray five-story building with a standard set of playgrounds and school fences. The elite crossover cautiously made its way along broken narrow roads until a signal arrived.

“Seem here,” Yas growled, parking in front of the porch. Pensioners and mothers on the benches looked at the arrivals with curiosity. The surrounding kids, like a flock of gophers, poked up from the bushes to gawk at a cool car.

“We'll find out right now,” Lex giggled, and taking out his iphone, dialed the number. - Lydia? Good evening! Welcome to the ladies' club "Pair of Sticks", Lex "Stallion". We are in place, awaiting further orders.

“Wait downstairs, I will go down in ten minutes,” a pleasant girlish voice answered and disconnected.

Lex got out of the car, I stayed inside. Mothers, not without pleasure, were staring at a burning, well-dressed, sleek brunette. He did not disappoint them: unhurriedly, as if twisted in thoughts, he took off his light leather jacket, revealing a stunning embossed torso, tightly wrapped in black T-shirt fabric, to lustful female eyes.

He snapped up the castle, a short, fragile, blond-haired girl in a small silver cocktail dress and graceful sandals with a high heel came out of the entrance. Slipping between baby strollers and stomping toddler, she confidently headed for their car. Under the sights of neighborly views, she approached and turned to Lex:

- Hello! I am Lida.

- Hello. Nice to meet you, ”Lex smiled. Then, looking a little closer to the client, he added with a smile: “Although it seems to me that we have already met.” - They met exactly: this doll face with big gray-blue eyes and puffy, childishly tender mouth, deliciously rounded small breasts with nipples stickingly sticking out under the fabric of the dress - he had already seen all of this, could not remember where.

She leaned over, peering into the salon, and waved at Yasya affably; he smiled automatically mirrored her gesture, in parallel noting the lack of linen under the dress: "Foam party means - well, well" ...

“Before we get in the car,” Stallion said, “could you please show your passport?”

- What? - her eyes opened wide in surprise.

“This is a small formality,” Lex smiled calmly. - Just consider it a compliment.

She glanced at him with a bit of disbelief, then snorted and reached into her purse.

“I never thought that my prostitute would have a passport checked.” Well, you give ...

- We give on the highest level, - grinned Lex, - but only for adult girls.

- On, look, - Lida put a opened passport under Lex's nose. - Satisfied? - Judging by the date of birth, she was about twenty.

“Thank you, more than that,” he purred, opening the door in front of her and helping to settle in the backseat. Slamming the door, Lex went around the crossover and joined Lida.

“I phoned Marge,” said Yas, starting the engine. - We can go.

“They drove,” Lex said cheerfully, taking a seat closer to Lida and gently pulling his arm along the back of the seat, “Solaris and a sea of ​​foam are waiting for us! ..”

6.

Judging by the preparation, Lidochka was definitely not well aware of the essence of the upcoming event. This guess was quickly confirmed in the process of little importance ... Read more →