- Need help, encouragement or what? - with a calling echidtsya shouted Victor from his place. Between them now was about three meters.

Vika barely noticeably shook her head and pulled her hand behind her back to unzip the dress. When the slider dropped below the waist, the dress fell loosely to the floor, she stepped over it and pushed aside with the toe of her shoe. She needed a lot of effort to force herself to look at Victor with a challenge, while his narrowed cynical look wandered through the beauty of her body with deceptive indifference. Whether from the cold, or from fear, but certainly not under the influence of the melted lead in his eyes, treacherous goosebumps ran through her fine golden-tanned body, which made her beautifully contoured swarthy nipples shrink.

- Like, when you are constantly given instructions? - Victor finally abandoned casually, - Take off your panties ... and ... do it very slowly ...

Her whole skin blazed with a steady hot flame, as if after a hot half-day spent on the beach, or as if from ... the burning light of the spotlights on the set after long hours of work in front of the camera ... Her mind was vividly remembered, but then vanished, as never happened. Vika licked her heated lips, as if in a fever, with an effort breathed in the heated, thin air, lowered her head, looking around her gorgeous naked body and raised her straight icy gaze to Victor. Her palms gently moved from the waist down over the rounded thighs, slightly touching the edge of the lace panties. She caught the rhythm of thundering music, although she couldn’t even catch the melody from excitement, and slowly began to wriggle with flexible tape, moving smoothly in the dance to the cheers of the observers nearest her.

One of Victor’s friends seemed to have covered his hand with a smug grin as if in thought, while the “boss” himself was looking at her with the air that everything should be like this. She was infuriated by this terrible! How she wanted to scratch his eyes, break his cheeky bright lips with blood and cling to his immaculately arranged curls! She sincerely hoped that he read all this in her gaze when she slowly, “very slowly” pulled her panties down, and then let them fall and took a small step towards him. Shaking her hips delicately, she waited for a bright musical accent, turned her back to the sofa with the audience, leaned sharply and lifted her wretched shred of lace fabric. A sharp turn of the head, the rise of golden curls in the air, a short wave of the hand - and the panties fly right in the face of this vile monster.

Vika stopped, trying to catch her breath and realize that she had found it at all. There were ecstatic claps and screams coming from all sides, and Victor lifted her panties over his head, casually holding them between his index and middle fingers, and with the air of the victim’s brazen impudence, he threw them behind his back. Then he made some kind of hand sign. Some of the representatives of the security rushed to him and, bending over his shoulder, seriously listened to the order. While Vika waited in confusion, embarrassed by clasping herself with her hands and not knowing what to do next, she involuntarily watched the company of carelessly resting “aristocratic persons” who were discussing something, laughing, sipping their cocktails, kissing and pawing their girls, only occasionally glancing at her. The crocodile piled behind her, blocking the path to retreat.

When another thug returned, Vicki suddenly fell inside, as if she had fallen into the abyss. In his hands was a chain. He approached her and silently showed her the end that was supposed to be fastened to her collar.She dutifully raised her head and felt the touch of cold metal to the skin. When the guard handed the other end of the chain to Victor, the metal leash pulled tight. Vika, slightly stooping, went around the table with the drinks and immediately experienced such a jerk that she almost fell on the one in whose power she was now. His companion hurriedly got up and departed, the friends slightly moved about, and she had to kneel on the seat, with one hand grab the back of the sofa so as not to fall, and the other for the collar, and then firmly holding his hand. The faces of the victim and the torturer were almost touching. His hot breath burned her lips. She saw every eyelash framing his shamelessly nagging eyes, exploring her greedily and cynically.

- I myself am not a big fan of copulating in public, unless I am very much in a car, like today in a car ... with you ..., - he said slowly, with stops, - But I don’t mind looking after others ... However, I just want you to always remember this as a potential punishment. And you are a good girl and you will obey?

Vika, not daring to put her head aside, looked around the side of the crowd. All of them were disgusting to her, she was ready to tear them all apart, but what could she do? Victor's free hand touched her hair, and she flinched reflexively from this touch, but, taking herself in hand, allowed him to pat her hair, cheek, and stroke her neck. Disgusting, vile, uncontrollable electric waves scattered from his fingers all over his skin. Vika opened her lips, because she stopped breathing, and closed her eyes, but Victor pulled her leash chain, and she opened them again just as his fingers began to tickle her nipple very gently. The mind began to float somewhere. “If suddenly it becomes unbearably hard ... trust yourself and your instincts,” a painful and at the same time saving thought flashed through my head.

His lips were so close, and actually it wasn’t that difficult to overcome himself. It seems she always liked such handsome men. Vika bowed her head to the side and briefly licked the man on the lips, immediately recoiling. He walked his tongue on the trail left by its moisture.

“You think that will help you?”

Vika reached out to him, rubbed her cheek against his rough cheek (of course, he shaved in the morning, but by the night the bristles were already a little felt). She grabbed the lobe of his ear with her lips, gently sucked her tongue over the smooth, well-groomed skin on her neck. He smelled so sweet ... Why the hell would she resist him, and even if she needed to endure torture and humiliation? He did not move away, no, his fingers gently stroked her nipples in turn, it drove her crazy and knocked all thoughts out of my head. And for some reason, she wildly wanted to kiss him on the lips ... to know their taste ... Everything around her suddenly ceased to exist, except for this attractive, exciting and annoying object.

“You are playing with fire ... You read the contract ... Lust and familiarity are punishable,” he whispered sweetly in her ear.

- I do not care...

The chain pulled her aside.

- I want to introduce you to someone ..., - sounded the voice of the Contractor coldly, - This is Tony, Victoria ... He meets all the requirements of the contract you ... I want you to ... suck him right here .. .

Vika blinked distractedly, staring at the young man sitting on the couch with a lost and puzzled look: brown-haired, neat haircut and styling, brown-eyed, strongly tanned, muscular, white pants, white T-shirt, handsome, looking straight into her eyes without embarrassment and sympathy, looking eagerly , but at the same time contemptuously ... She could not find the words, she could neither sigh, nor exhale, she could not restrain a tremor in her chin, she could barely stand on her feet and started shaking her again like a fever ...

“Your guard raped me!” Is not that enough for you?! - she suddenly blurted out in a voice desperately breaking to a scream, not knowing how the thought came to her mind.What was she counting on? Pity? Perhaps.

- Which the? This? - Victor immediately pointed his head at Gena, and Vika, without hesitation, nodded in response. She was all cold inside, as if she was awaiting her sentence, or at least delaying and softening .... Read more →