the make-up made a rather bright accent on blue eyes — smoky blue shadows, black eyeliner, voluminous mascara turned them into picturesque patterns on the wings of an exotic butterfly. On the cheeks - cool translucent blush. On the pale pink lips not a gram of lipstick, and the upper sponge is touching and invitingly turned up like an orchid petal. Her aristocratic white neck was adorned with a narrow black velvet ribbon — she still beckoned to the dimple between the graceful curves of the clavicles. The free triangular neckline allows you to admire the pleasant roundness of the young elastic chest. From under the edge of a short skirt-stretch on the right thigh a smooth rim of the stockings was peeking slightly in tune with a cream suit decorated with lightning of matte yellow metal. Stunning slender legs attracted the eye like a magnet. In general, it looked quite impregnable and luxurious. However, the eyelids and slightly inflamed biting sponges, which at first glance seemed to him to be very soft, tender and defenseless, like all of her, did not hide from the detective story either.

“Honestly, I don’t know what I’m doing here myself,” the blond beauty stated gloomily and turned away.

- Luda, well, why are you? - her companion was indignant. - We all discussed a hundred times!

- I am not going to devote some unfamiliar type to the details of my personal life.

“Wow! Now that’s interesting! ”The detective smirked inwardly.

“If you are in doubt, I do not dare to impose anything on you,” Vlad said with a courteous tone with a cool tone. - I was informed that you would like to work with me personally. For this reason alone, I am here.

“She just can't make up her mind ... she's afraid of her fiancé,” the brunette snapped again and shook her head indignantly. - But then I will tell everything myself!

- Anh, - the one who was called Lyudmila was angry, - I changed my mind, and I leave!

She stood up and headed for the door, while her friend rolled her eyes in pain.

“Are you threatened?” - Vlad intervened, he did not know why, because to persuade obstinate clients somehow did not become his habit. Usually it just caused them more suspicion. - I do not advise neglecting outside professional help in such a situation, if this is so. In the end, you can contact the police.

The girl stopped in indecision at the exit, already holding the door handle, and turned.

- You ... Can you guarantee that the information you receive from me will remain only between us? What do you personally take up my business and will not transfer anything to anyone? - taking herself in, excitedly, but rigidly she put forward her ultimatum.

Vlad sustained a significant pause. This performance a little amused him, even though he understood that there was an internal struggle in the girl. In addition, he once again noted to himself how this sleek doll is good and graceful.

- Of course. This is practiced for an appropriate fee. But only if our conversation continues one-on-one.

- Ah ... but I ..., - the brunette began to cry in surprise, but then she was silent, having correctly caught the hint. The expression of confusion on her face in an instant was replaced by an icy mask of frustration and wounded pride. There was nowhere to go. She got up from the cozy armchair and proceeded to the exit, with some condemnation, glancing at her friend, who did not even think of persuading her to stay.

As soon as the door closed behind the girl, Vlad got up from his desk, took off his jacket, hung it on the back of his chair, and pointed his charming client on the sofa.

- Tea? Coffee?

- Water, if possible.

- What is your name?

- Lyudmila.

- Vladislav.

For a while they silently sat opposite each other.Vlad did not try to study the young beauty too openly, but it was pointless to deny the fact that she was worrying him. She had the very type that turned men into slaves of her own instincts. Linen waterfalls curls; thin dark eyebrows arc; blue eyes with a light languid arrogance, accentuated by thin, impudent arrows; sensual soft lips; a charming trimmed figure and something else that is barely perceptible in all its appearance, from which a cold-blooded swindler, who daily deals with very unfriendly aspects of human life, has an inexplicable desire to protect her. However, for the most part noble and sublime thoughts were spinning in his head now, but the most base and vulgar.

The girl put the untouched glass of water on the coffee table and with a graceful gesture removed the bright strand of hair behind her ear, which immediately slipped off and crumbled again.

“My parents insist that I marry a man I don’t like and whom I’m afraid of,” she began in a mockingly cold-blooded tone. - They consider it a profitable party and put pressure on me with the help of inheritance. I need dirt on him. Serious compromising evidence that would convince the father that he is not a reliable person, both in terms of business and in terms of family.

- Hmm ... And are you sure that such dirt exists?

- I'm sure he is cheating on me. In addition, he is a cruel and uncompromising man. So far, he is very attentive to me and does not dare to offend me clearly, but ... there are some things that prove that he is capable of many things ...

- What kind of things?

- For example, he ... he prefers ..., - her voice suddenly broke, - ... prefers very hard kinds of sex.

- And he forces you to this? - preserved icy calm Vlad.

The girl’s just pale face suddenly flared.

“Not really ...,” she barely breathed in shame, she whispered and swallowed nervously. “But I can't do this anymore ...”

She clutched her arms to her chest and strained her cheekbones, struggling to keep herself up.

Vlad's mouth went dry. No, not that it was something shocking and mind blowing. He conducted similar cases - there were perpetrators in his practice. But for some reason, from the thought that this girl was in the power of some sadist, and even of her own will, he shuddered. He knew not by hearsay, to which some reach in similar games. At the same time, with some embarrassment, he felt that he was seriously excited by only a hint of her intimate life.

- That is ... do you practice sadomasochism? - he continued his questioning in cold blood.

“BDSM,” she corrected so categorically, as if something was changing.

For a while, an awkward pause hung.

- And ... you want your parents to learn about his inclinations?

- Exactly. I want you to take it with another girl.

“Why are you sure he has another?”

Luda shrugged.

- Constant delays in business trips, disconnected mobile, secretive way of life ... It keeps me at a distance ... doesn’t devote practically to any business ... I have no idea where he is and what he does on some days ...

- It is very similar to a betrayal, but still not necessarily. Well, you can check it out ... But what if he doesn’t deal with another girl ... BDSM?

“I ... I am sure that he cannot do without this ...”, confused, Luda frowned, as if the mere thought of this terrified her. - And ... and more ... Now he is the owner of a large car dealership, and he told my father that he started from the driving of used cars from Japan to Vladivostok, then he opened a network of car services there, but suddenly he sold everything and transferred all his business to Moscow . All the ends of his starting business are lost in non-existence, and it is not possible to check something. Only now I recently learned that he did not start at all from this, but from brothels and underground casinos ... I think he still has connections with people from the environment with whom he did this.I'm not sure, but I have suspicions that they stole girls, deceived and forced to engage in prostitution ... minors including ... In general ... there is a lot of dirt in all this ... I somehow .. . Read more →