Calls today the chef in the morning.

- You should sleep with Vlad.

Hello, the day has just begun, but I should have slept with someone. Probably, again, a discount on any contract is required. Went you, Marina, on the hands.

- What else is Vlad?

- Do you know him. He is from the 405 cabinet, where our clever people sit.

Never paid attention. I see several people in the faces, but Vlad is one of them.

- And when do I need to sleep with him?

- Not so simple. He should not know that I ordered it.

Seeing the bewilderment on my face, RG deigned to explain.

- Though he is young, he is already one of our most valuable and promising specialists. And recently I learned that he was going to leave us. Unfortunately, the usual buns, such as salary increases or increases, will not work - he is going to continue his studies abroad. It remains ...

- Sex?

- Love, fool. Do you think it will be difficult for him to shoot a prostitute in Germany? No, we need a serious relationship, so he abandoned his plans.

- What am I supposed to do now, marry him?

- Well, it’s not necessary to go that far - RG laughed. - Meet him for a while. But do not dyny, he should have a serious reason to stay. And there I will find a replacement, or he will change his mind. However, if you want, you can marry him to yourself, I do not mind.

- And he is not aware of rumors? Well, that you sleep with me?

- Hardly. Clever men, they are few, uh, asocial. I don’t think they gossip there a lot. But just in case, how to get him into bed, warn him not to chat about it. Tell me that you fear for your reputation as a decent girl - the WG again laughed and crawled under my skirt.
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Vlad (or, rather, Vladik, as the majority of those around him called) turned out to be a tall young guy, thin, unshaven and shaggy. Well, it could be worse. There was one fat and pimply one, which, I think, washed every six months. Unlike most other workers, "clever men", as the WG called them, usually went to work not in suits, but in jeans and sweaters (or T-shirts, depending on the weather), and generally didn’t really watch their appearance. So Vladik was like that. But he, at least, did not smell afterwards, and his hair was not greasy.

WG called Vlad to his room for some matter, and arranged so that he had to wait for the meeting in the waiting room. In the evening after work, I talked about the results of the “special operation” to the boss, while simultaneously licking his cock.

- Well, how are you doing?

- So far, nothing.

“You sat there alone for twenty minutes.”

“He didn't even look at me.”

- What about you?

- I tried to talk to him.

- About what?

- About something. About the weather.

- I see. And everything?

- Well, I still dropped the folder and bent over her. He, in my opinion, and then did not look at me.

“And these are all your fucking seduction techniques?” Talk about the weather and get cancer?

“How else could I get his attention?” Blouse screw up and show boobs?

- And did not try to think? Some people, you know, use their heads for this - the RG knocked my knuckles on the forehead. - And you, like that boxer who “still eats into her,” only you suck at her.

I giggled indulgently, continuing to process tongue dick. Chef loves to joke. Sometimes it was really funny to me, for example, when he called Luda “Friday” (as I wrote, she always comes on this day). And sometimes I don’t understand his jokes, especially if he quotes old Soviet films. But I already learned the tone of how to catch the mood of the boss, and I laugh regardless of whether I understand the joke, and it seems to me to be insulting to me, or not.

“Is he blue?” - I suggested.

- Blue girls are not shy. If he had been a fag, you would have been discussing your shoes for twenty minutes, or some other similar crap. No, he's just a virgin. He certainly wants you, just afraid.

- Why should I be afraid, I do not bite - I growled for a joke and bit the member of the boss.

WG laughed.Sometimes pranks were allowed to me, the main thing was to understand that the chef was in the right mood. Well, I don’t really want to entertain him, but my well-being depended on his mood, so such flirtations with the WG were obtained by themselves.

- For him, every girl is a goddess. Or an angel. Especially beautiful. You eat a rainbow and cocoa butterflies. The very thought of shoving a dick at you seems to him insulting. And blasphemy to think that you yourself may want this. Therefore, the initiative must come from you.

- Do I invite him on a date? Or in love to confess? Or, right so pounce on him and rape?

- Do not be clever.

I realized that I was too bold in talking to the chef, and preferred to shut up, deeply swallowing his dick. WG did not punish me, and only shook his head.

- I can not believe that I have to teach you your craft. Talk to him. Only not about the weather. You, like, a student, ask him to help with the task.

Damn, and how it didn’t occur to me myself! Maybe she really was created not for thinking, but for sucking?
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Today the chef organized us another date. When my “betrothed” came, I asked him to wait for the reception, and again I bent over the notebook. By the way, tuition would really do it for me. I have always been good at all sorts of humanitarian subjects, but with math - a blockage. And here and the teacher - aunt, on which my spell will not work. We don’t deduct part-time workers, but she can drink my blood.

Vladik became interested. That is, bare legs from under a short skirt could not attract his attention, and the formulas in the notebook - immediately. Pervert. Although the WG is probably right, Vladik would have also stared at his thighs if there was enough courage.

I sighed in disappointment, crossed out the last formula and pushed the notebook away.

- That does not work?

Wow, he spoke to me!

- The answer does not agree. I'm so stupid!

Vladik slightly opened the notebook to himself (he was sitting opposite), thought a little, and pointed out the mistake. Then he began to explain. A normal guy would take the opportunity and crouch next to me. But not Vlad. He really was smart, but he did not use his mind at all in ordinary, so to speak, life, in relations with people. Here even I, not to mention the WG, was much smarter and more sophisticated than him.

We solved one task, but it was time for Vlad to go first to the chief, and then to work. I said that tomorrow I had to take it, and asked Vlad to come to help after the end of the working day. I kept repeating how smart he is, how stupid I am, and how grateful I am to him. Vladik blushed and smiled shyly.

When he left, I reported to the WG on progress.

- Well done - praised me chef. - Just look, do not give him a first date, otherwise he will decide that you are a whore. Suffer at least to the third.

As if I need it myself. Straight I can not wait, yeah!
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We had a third date today. We are engaged in the office of the chief, when he leaves - I have the key, and there it is more convenient. We only do math, not sex. What kind of sex is there, Vladik, in my opinion, does not yet know that these were dates. It looks like the WG was right - the boy considers me a pure, immaculate creation. What nonsense, what now, if I'm beautiful, then sex does not interest me? Beautiful girls love to fuck too.
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Bliiin! Sixth "date." He is such a mumble! Here really, it would be desirable, that "it" has faster happened. Not because I suddenly had a crush on Vlad, but it was just enough to wait. I sent him all the signals that a girl can send, without exposing herself to be quite a give-away. When we sit side by side, bending over a notebook (and we still sometimes began to sit next to me, on my initiative, of course) ...