I was ashamed and embarrassed more than ever. What to say? What to do? What's next? Instinctively realizing that now my market value had plummeted in the eyes of this businessman, I cautiously clung to his shoulder, as if seeking protection.

Hearing the voice of my lover, I almost jumped. As if continuing the conversation, as if nothing had happened, Yevgenyevich said to the ceiling:

- I'll give you a job in the bank ... Then you will finish your studies, in absentia. Enough of this ass students to please.

I shivered. The tone was such that my consent, as it were, was not required, so I said nothing.

- Come down? - he raised his voice, turning his face to me. I nodded in agreement, fluttering my eyelashes in confusion.

- Then stay here. Let him look. Then I'll take you ...

I didn’t disassemble this phrase at all, and, rising on my elbow, I watched as the governor got off the bed, flung his bare feet into the bathroom and again closed the door behind him. A few minutes later he appeared fully dressed and headed for the door, leaving “Lie down!” On the move.

And I lay. Looking at her reflection in the ceiling she tried to digest what had happened. Looks like my fate has just been decided. And somehow without me. Part of me rebelled, but the part of the size of a larger one agreed muttered: “Well, okay. Well, good. It could be worse.

I wanted to drink and something muttered in my stomach. My head was still spinning a little. As I was, naked, I ran into the bathroom and greedily stuck to the faucet. Having gotten drunk, and having done some other things, I returned to bed. The head was spinning even more, but now a pleasant languor has again spread throughout the body. Only now I suspected that not everything in the drinks served to me today was simple alcohol. But it was not care. With pleasure I ran my hands over my body and stretched. Nipples hardened for no particular reason, and lowering the hand down, I made sure that I was ready again. Even without shame, looking up at her reflection, she spread her legs a little and moved her fingers there. In principle, nothing terrible happened. I will survive ...

Then the door handle turned smoothly and I froze in anticipation. A hot wave swept the thought, but can not my elderly lover again? I even smiled waiting for my guest.

Here are just a guest was not the one I was waiting for. A forty-year-old man entered the bedroom, tall and slim in a business suit, smiling conspiratorially. I gasped and pressed the sheet to my chest, my eyes round with fright, as he closed the door behind me.

- And there is no Mikhail Evgenievich! He will come soon! - I huddled in the far corner of the bed, trying to hide behind the crumpled sheets to the neck. My voice trembled with fright. What's happening? Maybe this is some sort of guest who decided to go for a pretty guest of the governor. I was frightened, not only for myself, but also for him, imagining that I would become the cause of fights between men.

“Don't fuss,” the man smiled reassuringly, coming closer and dropping into a chair next to the bed, “you're Lena, yes?”

I nodded disheveled head.

- And I'm Misha. Teska I him - he shook his head somewhere to the side, smiling even wider, - He says go, look at the girl. Will you work for me?

I did not understand anything:

- And who are you? Who is talking? - I was getting more and more strained that I was naked under a sheet, and out of the corner of my eye I looked at my dress, which remained to lie on the floor, in front of the uninvited guest. He followed my gaze, and, noticing the clothes, smiled wickedly. I decided that he was really drunk, although he was holding up pretty well.

- Chief, - seeing my puzzled look, the “new” Misha explained, - the governor.

Something was beginning to fall into place in my head, but, still not believing my guesses, I asked:

- Do you work in a bank?

The guest laughed softly, sarcastically repeating "work."

- TrustInvestBank. My, - laughing, the guest stared at me, as if expecting from me some kind of enchanting reaction to this news.

- Uh, mmm, it is clear, - I frantically tried to find some sensible way out of the situation, - so I can sign up for an interview with you? Mikhail E. said ...

- So we now have an interview! - he sat up on the armchair, eagerly looking at me. - show yourself! What are you hiding like a little!

His smile melted, and his eyes lit up. He leaned forward and reached out and grabbed my panties from the bed.

- Misha ... Michael! Now Mikhail Evgenievich will be back! - I scared off the bed in fear, pressing the sheets to my chest, trying to smooth it over my body and at least cover myself a little.

- So he sent me here, you fool! - the guest grinned indulgently, looking with pleasure at the parts of my body that did not want to hide behind the sheets.

I remembered the words of the governor "Lie down!" Let him look. “And stopped in a stupor.

“But ... it’s impossible so ...” In my head, the simple idea that my new lover simply gave me to someone from his team could not fit in at all.

- Come on! - Misha got up and approached me. I did not move. Tears sprang to my eyes. This is the first time I experienced such betrayal in my life. I didn’t even know what happened!

- What are you liking ?! Such a paw and whine! Press the secretary I will do ... or public relations. Mordashka is nothing, - Misha turned me by the shoulder to and fro. I no longer cared much that the sheet, which I continued to squeeze by inertia in my hands, covers me only in front. - And the rest is nothing!

- Come on ... Come on, let's see, - the man gently pulled the sheets out of my hands, - Here ... Well? So you have a beautiful woman!

I remained standing in front of him naked. Hot tears crawled down my cheeks, and a kind of void emptiness formed in my head. When his cold hand touched me, I shivered and looked up at the man. Greed in his eyes was replaced by irritation when he met my eyes:

- Well, stop you whining! - he shouted, why I roared even more.

- Oh damn! - a man powerlessly lowered his hands and rolled his eyes to the ceiling, - well, everything, everything ... Calm down. Sit down

He sat me down on the bed. He took off his jacket, loosened his tie and sat down beside him. Hugging my shoulders with one hand.

- Well, what are you really ?! No one here does not rape you! - he soothingly stroked me on the shoulder, - that you are like a girl? So what? Telki for this are ready to sell the soul, and you're here ... arranged ...

He really tried to calm me down. Not a bad person. I felt his warm strong body very close. The fabric of his trousers rubbed against my bare thigh.

“I'm not a chick,” calming down, I whimpered a little for the last time.

“Not a heifer — not a heifer,” the man shook his head in agreement, and fell silent. I looked at him. His eyes darkened, running over my chest and below. A hand that hugs me slid from shoulder to waist. He pulled me to him, and desire awakened in me again.

“Don't,” I squeaked softly, and then he kissed me and I relaxed. In the end, now break was so stupid! And this man was no match for the big-bellied old man who had been here before him.

He laid me on his back and kissed me for a long time with pleasure. While I was not eager to start pulling off his shirt. Lying naked under a very dressed man was so sweetly annoying, but I already wanted more. The second man for some half an hour! When he cracked down on his pants and shorts, I was already shaking with impatience. He was excited too. He pushed me onto the pillow and kneeled over my head. A powerful scrotum and trunk hung over his face. I took a few minutes and gently caressed all this with my mouth, feeling how nervously everything is falling below me.

When he shifted lower, I, having caught my hand, sent his penis into myself and only after that it dawned on me that he was without a condom. The member was big and went very deep. The man was drunk and could not finish for a long time. I had time several times. And when she realized that he could not do that, she scrambled out from under him and took it in her mouth. With my Acne it helped. It worked here. When my mouth was filled with a thick hot liquid, I, holding back the reflex, tightly holding my lips, fluttered into the bathroom, flashing bare buttocks. More this evening I did not cry.

I was interviewed perfectly. Something changed in me after all that happened. I was accepted as deputy head of public relations at one of the largest banks in the region. I had to part with the guy - I just didn’t have enough time for him. The director did not bother. He knew that I belonged to the owner of the bank. In my submission worked people. Sometimes I visited with the governor. But now I had nothing against it. The fact is that I began to look closely at the status of a deputy. I had to go further and the governor could help me with this. The fact is that I liked ... power.