I woke up, from a headache, in the midst of two sleeping men. A night scene flashed through my head, from which, at the beginning, I felt uneasy, but after looking at my pussy fucked and at their fallen members, who had been in all my holes, a slight excitement came. Pussy, like ass ached. Staggering, I went to the bathroom to take a shower and somehow come to my senses.

The next morning, I flew with Ilya to Cyprus, Victor went to Moscow. We, like the whole company, were expected to be restructured, after which we had to work in different cities. I am in Cyprus, Ilya is in Moscow, and Victor is in my homeland. Why not the other way around? He has such ties with the tops, which, apart from him, do not allow anyone close. After successful negotiations in Moscow, Ilya had to stay there in order to process new clients. I was a worker. In the end everything had to pass through me, the whole mechanism of this colossus was on me. But before all this, as was written earlier, we were divided into Cyprus and Moscow. I will not go into details, they are not interesting to anyone. The only thing I want to say, the problems with the authorities of Cyprus, were above the roof, but even in vaunted Europe, they take bribes. Greeks like us, do not disdain anything.

At the start, it was necessary to rent an office and housing. Many villas, residents handed over to tourists daily, because of this, our search was delayed. But, out of town, 300 meters from the beach and with its swimming pool, we rented a two-storey villa, with three bedrooms and a living room. My happiness knew no bounds. One can only dream of such a house.

Office, had to be removed in the center. Saving did not allow the image. And most importantly, this is a car. I bought a Mini Cooper. Transferred 20% of the promised bonuses, the remaining amount promised after the start of work with clients, and a new salary. "Where is the point G of a woman?" At the end of the word shopinG. As the money sat on the card, the very first Sunday, I dedicated it to shopping. Bought a subscription for fitness and spa.

Office furniture, we chose with Ilya. The room was not huge, but you can’t call it small. Took on more for further expansion.

Ilya left, laying the rest of the work on my fragile shoulders. When I entered a rented house, sat in the car, though not mine, I realized one thing. All this can be my property, I have to earn all this, I am obliged to pick up the children, send a fuck to my husband, and live in Europe. I got a bit crazy about our mentality, I don't want to live the life of a housewife, with washing, cooking, ironing, etc., or an office mouse, with a route, home-work-home. This is not mine. I want to be a wealthy, free and attentive woman. I have the last one. Secondly, partly too. It remains the first and most important point, without which, everything else, over time, also disappear.

While recruiting staff, everything else had to do the most. Every return home ended with the fact that I fell on the bed and was cut down without hind legs. There was no sex, I could not even think about it. And so it went on for two months, during which, I every day became irritable and bitchy. I needed a member, I needed a man who would tear me away, make me scream and lose consciousness, who would use me as a cheap prostitute. But he was not there, as there were no my lovers and the old mafiosi who fucked me like a port whore. And this question, it was necessary to solve more quickly, until I moved out of the coils from abstinence. After a month or two, the children must come, and there will be no options to linger until the morning, and especially to bring lovers home.

The first weekend, which I did not work, the first days, when before my eyes are not papers with contracts or numbers, but a fitness center hall. Not a lot of simulators, then a spa salon.These two days, I completely devoted myself and my body. All this time, I did not do pussy hair removal. Between my legs, there was a rattling forest, which I decided to remove in one fell swoop, laser hair removal. Next, a beauty salon. And now, it seems that I am ready for the evening hike in a nightclub, in order to meet there someone who will please me. She even chose one of the most popular tourist club. But something stopped me. I could not as a man go and remove someone. More precisely, to take me. The remnants of mentality, education or hell knows what. Could not and everything. It infuriated me even more. The next week was also the same at work, but with less pressure, which allowed me to go to the fitness and spa. The week is over, again the weekend, again the emptiness. The body requires, and I am alone. At work, thinking about sex, there is no time, only occasionally run through thoughts that can be quickly switched.

New week, Wednesday. I go out with fitness, I stop at the supermarket for shopping. Walking the cart around the store, someone nearby speaks French. I turn around. It is a black man, tall, taller than me by a whole head, in long shorts, T-shirt. Not a swing, but the body is relief, sporty, chocolate. A wave of excitement went through the body, I remembered in my head a scene from a porn movie, with a bulging black man whose penis, figuratively speaking, like a baseball bat. I feel how my crotch is moistened. He says, does not pay attention to me. I look at his plump lips. I feel bad. Nervously I sort out the packages on the shelf, but I really can't choose anything. I hear the "arvuar", turn around again, face glances, blinked, I smiled, turned the cart and headed to the wine department.

“Why, why did I leave, maybe, and if? Dura, the real fool. That's why you married a moron, you still have not corrected. " I scolded myself for what it was worth. More precisely, it was not me, it was my body, which did not want to go back and remain dissatisfied.

Having taken a couple of bottles of Pinot Blanc, I already wanted to head towards the ticket office, as I heard a voice from behind.

- I would advise Sauvignon Blanc. The stuff you bought can't be called wine. Turning, I saw the very Negro who spoke these words in English.

- Are you a sommelier?

- No, I am a bartender and at least not much, but I know a lot about wines.

- And why didn’t it please you?

- This is German wine, that says it all.

- And you... ?

- What am I? Ah, I'm from France. Enu And he extended his hand to me. I, too, held out, stupidly looking into his eyes

- What you said?

- Enu, my name is Enu.

- Enu? I asked

- Yes. My ancestors come from Tanzania, I am the fifth child in the family. So they called the fifth.

Pleasant laughter, white teeth. I wonder what his dick is? Flashed again in my head

- Nargiz or short Nara

Talking about wine, we left the store. Enu attended courses, something like advanced training. What is a famous bartender, gave master classes. On Friday I was supposed to return back to Marseille. Agreed to see you tomorrow.

All the next day, I was in anticipation, the thought of a chocolate boy (Enu was only 22 years old) did not leave me. And here is the long-awaited evening, not an expensive restaurant, wine. Enu calls the waiter, and asks for permission to go behind the bar. He is allowed. I did not like the cocktail, too sweet. But I praised him for saying that he had a talent. The evening is nearing its end. He is looking at me.

- To myself, I can not invite you, I live in a hostel. And I want to continue

I was silent, considering options. Home did not want to drive, you never know what. Better a hotel, preferably a good one, it will be safer. I understood that I would have to pay, got the phone, booked a room in the Hilton. She insisted on paying the bill, as she insisted, he didn’t resist too much. Straight heaven for him, where else to find such a woman? When asked about condoms, he with a smile on his face pulled a whole pack out of his pocket.

Already in the hotel room, after the alternate shower and booked viskari, in short robes, sitting on the sofa, his lush black lips merged with mine, his tongue in my mouth.His hand caresses my coat through the robe, comes under him, I feel his hot palm, lips on my neck, ...