taking her hand out of the crotch, she put her fingers in Ole's mouth.

- Feel your smell? Yes? Do you feel - Let's lick ...

The girl gratefully licked her short cropped fingers, smelling like latex grease and her own discharge. Veronika Sergeyevna gave a free hand, signaling that the personnel officer, the president and the head of the legal department left the office.

Everyone obeyed except Oleg Samuilovich, who, as if nothing had happened, remained seated in a chair.

But his accountant was not shy. She quickly took off her skirt and pulled off wide, black silk panties, remaining in a blouse and stockings, imperatively moving the girl to the edge of the sofa, lay down in front of her, spreading her legs wide. Having shown enviable gymnastic flexibility, she reached out to the head a freshly arranged lawyer and demandingly pulled her vagina with thick black hair. Previously, Olya had never had to be with women, but she instinctively understood what was required of her. At the top of the closure of the lips, the swollen, pink knob of the clitoris was clearly visible.

After a couple of minutes of the active influence of the language of Olya on him and the surrounding, squishing spot with specific secretions, Veronika Sergeyevna announced the study with a draw. And almost immediately, breathing heavily, and giving muffled instructions on how to do it, forced me to lick the vagina along the entire length, until the elastic pea swelled again and she finished the second time. She noticeably rattled off, nevertheless quickly pulled on her panties and skirt, left, finally pinching and patting the cheek, already rather tired Olya:

- I will tell the order to print and money to prepare at the box office.

The door of the office continually slammed, letting in and letting out new, necessary and important people for the company.

- Two heads of some departments fucked Olga at the same time - in front and behind.

- a young messenger in a baseball cap with the DNL logo, who delivered an important package with good news for the company, and ended up with a mouthful of sperm.

Noticing that it is already hard for her to stand on all fours, the girl was again placed on the couch with her back, and again some bosses and leaders “got acquainted” in one way only - inserting their members in different divisions into bifurcated powerlessly stretched slender legs. And (or) in meekly opened lips, on the face, purposefully pressed and held by someone cheek to the edge of the sofa.

In a drunken haze, thoughts in the girl’s head were not shaped into questions - who? why? how many of them?

Only when she saw a face above her, with a characteristic huge nose, Olya came to herself - she was fucked by a security guard who met her at the entrance and led her to the reception room. It was too much.

After he got off her, the girl gathered the rest of her strength, staggered, got up from the sofa.

Oleg Samuilovich was courtesy itself.

- Yes, Olenka, really enough for the first day. The car company will take you.

All her clothes, including both parts of her underwear, were lying right in the middle of the office. How they turned out to be incomprehensible, but artistically scattered, sets of lacy, white, panties and bra, was the first thing that visitors saw, coming from the waiting room. Only while wearing underwear, Olya noticed that fluid with a characteristic odor was oozing from the vulva. “The last of them, or this guard, were without rubber bands, and they ended up in me,” she thought with tired indifference, struggling with fasteners, zippers and buttons.

- I see, you are very tired Olga Pavlovna, let's postpone all the formalities until tomorrow. Come straight in the morning and sign the order, and get the money on hand.

The personnel officer spent the shaky girl in the absolutely empty corridors of the office, went down with her in the elevator and helped to sit in a very unpresentable foreign car (which turned out to be a taxi), which drove only to the nearest metro.

In a cozy cafe, not far from the office center in which the interview took place, several men at lunch shared their impressions with the vodka decanter. Soon they were joined by Oleg Samuilovich. However, others greeted him differently:

- Well, Oscar, you are on fire today !!!

The one who was named Oscar sat in a vacant chair with a sly grin:

- Yeah, the number has turned out well. The girl got quite a fool. This is our compensation for the two previous breakup, when four applicants refused.

The game is entertainment formed from the usual network talk of the regulars of one of the thematic forums on the erotic portal attracted all new participants, despite the occasional setbacks. The initial topic of the discussion - “can you fuck a decent woman (not a prostitute), with her consent, seeing her for the first time” resulted in a dispute between romantics and cynics. What was unusual was that the network chatter turned into concrete actions.

The first dispute was won by the forum frequenter under the nickname "Oscar", who in his life called himself Oleg Samuilovich, who showed brilliant organizational skills according to his patronymic.

Permanent participants, still remembered how they met for the first time in the office for one day, for the first time they called each other “flash mobs”. And as everyone was exhausted, skipping “in a circle” the fourth candidate for the position of assistant secretary of the president of the “well-known confectionery multinational corporation”. And in the waiting room there were five more young ladies of a photo-model look nervously plucking their purses in anticipation of an interview with the identification of the “broad outlook” of applicants.

- What is the economy today Oscar?

- All "grandmothers" have been hit. Costs - three hundred greens, office rent, plus a taxi, brandy with alcohol, sweets, and other small things for the steward.

“How much is alcohol for the people,” a young boy shouted, next to which lay a DNL baseball cap on the table.

- And you would be silent a young man, when the older say - Oscar besieged him. And in the ensuing silence, he still shared the secret:

- There is no better recipe - Fifty-Fifty cognac, better Moldovan and medical alcohol. Roof blows down for three minutes, even in healthy men, not to mention the weak field. To myself, I come from a flat flask that enters the inner pocket of my jacket, pour it.

Here, and from the people, not counting Veronica, they collected six hundred, fifty dollars from the snout. The organizers, that is, I, and Pasha are not participating in the subscription list.

- A aunt, then the fat, how much pays? - this time the question was asked by a big-nosed man, in a beige pullover whose one more hour ago a security guard's corporate jacket was put on.

What do you care, extreme, are you ours?

- Why extreme? - offended nosy.

Fucking without a gum with anyone - horrible - isn't that extreme? Therefore, you are always at the end of the queue.

- This is my whim, I want, I go down where I want, but still my aunt pays how much?

- The one that you know under Veronika is my old girlfriend, from “bi”, she is also from the category of organizers - the women can not be worse than me.

- Remember the first time it was?

Most of those sitting at the table nodded their heads knowingly. Veronika's “distribution” for sex was no worse than Samuilovich.

- And this girl, she will come to the office tomorrow, or will she call - how will it go on? - the youngest member of the "mob" did not let up.

- Will not come - Oscar grinned.

- Why?

- Because because!!! In the evening, she will receive a letter on the soap, with the refusal of a vacancy, due to her low moral and ethical qualities and a couple of photo portraits from my cell phone in a pose of cancer on the couch.

After that, even the most stupid fool does not make noise and blather.

Let's better discuss the new plan - I have a friend who owns a lingerie boutique who can give us a room for half a day.

And who will "watch" this time? - the nosy fan of extreme sports came to life.

- Lingerie models - Oscar announced with a look of a hunter.

- Can you imagine what kind of skating women you can choose from the profiles even?

Those present at the table buzzed animatedly. The plan was good.