If you gaze into a crowd of an unfamiliar woman in the crowd, if you feel your back feel cold and your heart throws a spark, anyone will say that you want to sleep with her. Make love, fuck, like. Especially if she is young, pretty and behaves as if she does not know what will happen to her. No one will believe that you just see her future.

Her future is in the teeth of the Dragon. What will she have to sacrifice to break out of these sharp, ruthless teeth?

- Masha, catch up!

Girls scream girlfriends, she is a little behind, stumbling in high heels, barely learning to walk on them. Young, eighteen-twenty, precisely of those that I was destined to notice. I saw her late in the evening in a crowd of pedestrians, while walking along the street, doing my duty. More precisely, I did not see her. I always consider a girl afterwards, but first ...

Ring, invisible to anyone except me, a cloud over it. Like a crown of marriage, but dirty, dark, hangs over the female head, gives me a signal, challenges and leads to its owner. I slowly follow Masha, or rather, the whole company of girls, after a minute I reach the nightclub. With their heads held high, in anticipation of the upcoming entertainment, a flock of girlfriends enters the club thundering with music. I look at this Masha from behind, mark her straight thin legs from under a short summer dress, fitting a slender figure filled with maturing sexuality. I maintain an interval of several minutes and enter them. I present the ticket to the guard, get into the darkened room and look for an empty table. The party-goers are full, but the place in the corner of the hall is also for me, and I also notice how my girls sit down. Masha with curiosity considers the club entourage, it is noticeable that she is just beginning her tusovna life - with music, boys, love. She is waiting for a sea of ​​impressions, bright, unforgettable, which accompany the maturing of any teenager. What will hurt you, honey? Experience the whole set of youth pleasures, grow up, marry a good boy, have children? In the meantime, you walk with your girlfriends to the dancefloor, where your dancing bodies attract the attention of men to the minute. The club evening is in full swing, Masha does not get tired, the boys are glued to her, she answers with coquetry, and when they give me a ballad, I understand - it's time. I get up, turn on my charm of a mature, experienced guy, catch a macho image in myself and walk over to it.

- Can?

She does not refuse to dance with me. Her hands fall on my shoulders, light as reeds, and the smell of perfume breaks through my nostrils. I feel hot from her closeness, the girl does not turn away her eyes when I look intently into her green, like the light of club lights, eyes.

“Masha,” she appears in response to my name, which was invented for the necessary acquaintance.

- Is this your first time here?

- Yes, here, yes. Cool place.

You have to speak loudly, shouting over music.

“You are very beautiful,” I whisper in her ear. I need to like Masha, I give her compliments, the other words tickling the girl's vanity, I ponta myself, trying to interest myself. But Masha responds with a soft refusal to my proposal to take her home. She came with her friends, and leave with a guy so soon ... But she is ready to give me a phone number and phone.

The sun, I want to say to me, to continue the dating after the sponges, you simply do not have time.

I have no time either. When she reported, looking into my eyes, that she was “for” for my call, I felt a wave of cold from her gray ring hanging over her head.

A series of sluts interrupted by fast music, Masha thanks for the dances, smiles and notes that she is glad to meet you. I leave her, but I promise to return, she does not mind. Looks like she looked at her.

I leave the hall and follow to the toilets. We need to inspect the premises of the club and find a place where no one will interfere with us.Behind the toilets I find a turn into the corridor leading to the basement. I look around the low ceilings - there are no surveillance cameras in this stub of the corridor. There are no girls around, two girls with freshly painted sponges slide out from the women's dressing-room and their heels click into the hall. I go down to the basement, recognize the boiler room in it. The door closes from the inside. Here!

Returning from the basement to the dance floor. Masha dances in the company of girlfriends, and I freeze, just admiring her plasticity, her grace of the body. Hand movements, ease of bends of young beauty, the merging of long legs in time with the music, flying blond bangs. What a pity that I can not draw it now. Inspiration of the artist, mixed with mandrazh from the upcoming. I drink a glass of whiskey in order to somehow calm and calm down the nervous wave. Nerves calm down, releasing a completely different feeling, coming from below the body and pushing forward towards it.

- Hello again, baby, - trying to sound relaxed and easy I tell her, I dance alongside. She is glad my return. I exchange phrases, and I invite Masha to chat at your table, treat her with a glass of champagne, and I drink whiskey again - I’ve already half the tea, because you need to be in shape without losing control of yourself. Finally, she asks to leave the toilet, and I volunteer for her. Yes.

We leave the hall, and I pray that there will be no one near the toilet in the corridor, since the second attempt to create will be even more difficult. She enters the female unit, some guy leaves the male. It is as if a motor starts inside me, and time freezes, giving the cycle of minutes to my power. I listen, I note that in the booths of anyone, all the young people in the hall, soaking up the taste of the club night, are given to drive. While all for us. Soon Masha leaves. The lips, slightly swollen, beckon their hostesses with the naivety, are already tinted with scarlet lipstick and stretch at the sight of me in an intriguing smile. I smile back.

- Masha. I want to tell you something, I almost whisper. - Not here, let's get away.

I take her hand, noting how my palms sweat. She is slightly intoxicated and agrees to walk with me down the corridor around the corner. Masha realizes that inviting the guy to retire will be continued by an attempt to kiss, and she is probably satisfied with this course of events. She is sure that she can say “no” at the most crucial moment, as her friends instructed her and, maybe, even her mother. We are alone and I embrace her.

I do not believe that she will agree herself, but I still have to try. I bow my head for a kiss, at the same time pressing to myself, Masha flirtatiously turns away her beautiful face, and I fall on her neck with my lips. The warm, breathing sexuality of the flesh turns on and lets me cross the last barriers to the goal. I feel the elastic girlish breasts pressing against my shirt.

“Well, no need,” she says softly, when my hand is under her dress and strokes her bare thigh. Already decisively pushes me away. Of course, this will not happen voluntarily, as was to be expected. I was not mistaken, Masha is not only beautiful, but also a decent, well-educated girl, and rejects sex on the first evening even with a man he likes.

Need to hurry. Like a movie maniac, I jerk her hand on myself sharply, clasping it in the back of my arm with one hand, and squeeze the second one from the girl. She already understood that the suitor was going to go further in his intentions and would not be limited to a kiss in the neck. Quickly, like a predator running away from a chase, I drag her, jumping down the steps to the club basement. I pull into the boiler room and press down all my weight to the wall. The hand is still holding her mouth, Masha is beating like a caught bird, and I need to deprive her of the chance to scream.

- Quiet, shut up, - I say rudely, and she, frightened, stops. We meet with our eyes - the rapist and the victim - and I read in their green depth all of Masha's knowledge of such stories, advice on how to behave in a situation, and, at the same time, horror and prayer. I keep holding her hands, but I release my mouth.

- Please ... Do not do anything to me ... - I hear. The lips of the girl are no longer smiling, but are lowered down with the corners of despair.

If you knew how disgusting I could feel ...