The commission, which arrived from the capital on the instructions of the owner, consisted of three young ladies, not more than 30, of a very bitchy look. When I told them about the conditions under which they could inspect the production, their eldest, Angela Igorevna, was ruined for a long time, threatening with all possible penalties. But I did not care - I acted strictly according to the instructions, signed not by anyone, but by the owner of our factory. Angela, along the way, traveled for the first time outside the Moscow Ring Road and sincerely considered everyone who lives outside these boundaries to be a brainless cattle. She behaved in accordance with their ideas. Despite the fact that I was 15 years older than her, she screamed at me like a schoolboy.

- Do you even understand who you are talking to and what are you asking for ?! Yes, I will call Peter Vladlenovich now, and in 15 minutes you will fly head over heels from here !! At your feet you will crawl and beg to be left! I am the head of the department, a member of the board of directors, and some village moron who has left all the brains in the army tells me what to do ?!

- I won't miss you. Call me if you want, I calmly replied with a shrug.

- Well, you asked for it yourself! I'll put it on loud now.

Sword through the eyes of lightning, she took out her dear phone and dialed the number, turning on the speakerphone.

- Peter Vladlenovich? ... Is it Angela ...

- Where are you?

- In Tomsk...

- What have you got there?

- Can you imagine? This idiot, local security chief ...

- Sergey Valerievich?

- Yes ... I do not want to miss me with a commission on the production! This is unheard of !!

- Why?

“He says ... A scoundrel! ... That we have to go through a full search. Almost undress in front of him!

- He acts on my instructions. So do as he says.

- But ...

“Is something incomprehensible to you, Angela ?!” Or you do not know what the plant produces and how important secrecy? If not, you can return to Moscow right now and look for a new job. Together with their fools from the commission! Everything! The conversation is over!

Hooters ... I enjoyed watching how the belligerent and haughty expression of the faces of the commission changes to frightened and depressed.

- Do you order a car to the airport ?, I asked elyno

“No,” Angela growled, “but I promise that I will reconsider these stupid rules.”

- As you like ... Guestroom locker room there. Take off all your clothes and go further to the inspection. After this, head to another dressing room, where you will need to wear workwear. Do not worry. Everything is sterile.

- I hope in the inspection woman work?

I wanted to answer in the affirmative, but then my phone rang. “Petruha” was highlighted on the screen.

- Go to the locker room. I need to answer, - I said to Angela and walked away.

“Wow, Gray !,” sounded the cheerful voice of my longtime sidekick, now a major businessman, Peter Vladlenovich Skomorokhov.

- Hello!

- How is it, the arrogance of these chickens flew off?

- And how.

- Quite, bitches, scent lost. Dismissed all to fucking after returning. The navels of the earth consider themselves. Or is there only Angela getting pissed off?

“Only she,” I lied, knowing Petka’s cool temper and not wanting to expose the rest of the inspectors.

- Well, you, in short, give them a full inspection. CAM! Look at all the holes there.

- Do not agree.

- And to hell with them. Let then roll. But, I think, agree. This Angela is ready for anything for a career. Heads climbed up. We must teach her life. In addition, what is written in the instructions?

- “Visitors are personally inspected by the head of the facility security department,” I quoted.

- Exactly! See how everything is going well? True, I myself just now remembered it. When the woman sent to you - did not even think about it.

“I'll do it,” I grinned, “although there is nothing written about checking holes.”

- No shit! It is written that the method and completeness of the inspection is determined by you, right?

- Yeah!

- Well, determine! Everything, old man, bye. Things up. In the evening, tinkle how it all went.

I went to the women's inspection room and drove out the girls who were on duty there: refresh themselves, drink tea ... I took a place in the control room, separated from the inspection area by a wall with a large translucent window (everything is visible from the inside, but on the other hand just black glass) and waited. Only ten minutes later, Katerina, one of Angela's henchmen, cautiously entered the adjoining room: a tall, slender blonde with a very delicious ass, but practically without a breast. So, two bumps with large dark nipples on apes. In her pubic hair, curly brown hair, from which I concluded that we have blonde dyed.

“Go to the booth, feet on ...,” I began, but the blonde, hearing a male voice from the speaker, squealed, covered her wharf with her hands and disappeared back into the locker room with a bullet.

After 30 seconds, Angela appeared in her stead, buttoning the last button on her blouse as she went. Her face was red with anger.

“On what basis?!” She gasped in rage, gasping in rage.

“According to the instructions,” I cut it off, “all the visitors are personally inspected by the head of the Security Council, since it is I who bear all the responsibility for maintaining production secrecy and secrecy.

She spun around, waving the black tail of her tied-back hair and moving away.

"I went to call?", - I thought, - "Well, well ... Good luck!"

About 10 minutes later I received an SMS from Peter: “Do not blame me right now back for a video.” As soon as I managed to click "OK", a new character appeared in the inspection room. This time it was Svetlana, a woman full, but, as I immediately considered, her fullness was quite pleasant. Nothing hung, no orange peels. Her breasts were outstanding in all respects, no less than the 5th size, if I understood something about it. Her nipples were small, like those of a woman who did not give birth, pale pink, and a pile of curly red hair framed her round, rather pretty face. And it was a natural color (she also did not shave her intimate places). The nakedness of her Svetlana did not seem at all shy. On the contrary, there was some kind of challenge in the way she behaved. I tried to speak into the microphone as I could calmly and confidently:

- Come into the booth, feet on the blue circles, hands - on the yellow.

A woman exactly followed the instructions. In this position, I could only contemplate her meaty ass, which, I confess, looked very impressive. My “surprise” I prepared for inspection at the exit, so I did not detain the visitor:

- Thank. Everything is good. You can go to the second dressing room.

Katerina, unlike her colleague, was clamped and constrained. She carefully covered her charms with her hands, trying to keep her back to the window. I quickly drove her through the scanner and let go with God. After all, ahead of me was waiting for the first meeting with Angela herself! And the capital's boss exceeded my highest expectations. She did not flaunt herself like Svetlana, and did not clamp like Katerina. The woman acted as if she was fully dressed in front of me. Her breasts of medium size had a perfect shape, her nipples looked a little to the sides. The flat trained belly without any steps and flows smoothly passed to a toe. Between Angela's legs everything was smoothly shaved, and the upper edge of her crevice barely looked out from below. The figure was immaculate and everything was in moderation: neither fat nor pumped muscles appeared anywhere. Only smooth bends and harmonious transitions between them. But the main thing - the skin! Matte velvety and covered with a smooth bronze tan without any white traces of linen. This could be obtained only in the solarium.

- In the booth, please. Feet on the blue circles, hands - on the yellow.

“And for that, you had to undress?” She asked angrily over her shoulder, submitting, however, to my demand, “They stand the same at the airport, but this is not required.”

- stand. Similar to the ones I ordered. But, as far as I remember, Angela Igorevna, it was you who once killed the estimate and ordered ...