When Diana moved to the tenth grade, there was such an impression that an atomic bomb exploded in the lyceum. Every day, at the beginning of classes, a black SUV delivered this “walking sex bomb” to an educational institution, and it appeared on schedule to pick it up.

“So, fellow students,” the first beauty of the lyceum, Ekaterina Dmitrievna, who secretly gave away a newcomer, began her introductory speech, “you already know that a new student has come to our class.” Get up, Novikova.

Actually, it all started with this. The gaze of classmates, mostly the male part of the class, as if on cue, turned to the last party of the middle row. Diana rose slowly from the chair, obviously knowing her worth.

No, she did not have a wide belt skirt. She was not made up to ugliness indecent. Not. She was wearing the most common business two-piece suit. Black trousers, slightly flared to the bottom just sat perfectly on slender high legs, perfectly emphasizing the convex ass and clearly highlighting the contours of underwear under them. The fitted jacket tightly adhered to a narrow waist, and kept only on one button. And of course, for dessert, the guys had a blouse. Without a hint of constraint, the three upper buttons were never used for their intended purpose, exposing the breast, which could only be envied, for all to see. Almost the third size was a perpetual magnet for men's eyes, regardless of age and social status. Both the school plumber and the director of the lyceum stared at the two perfect hemispheres.

As the head of the local mayor's office, appearing once at the speech of the lyceum students, and the five-year-old boy. Diana collected her long, naturally pitch-black hair, in a tight and fluffy “tail”, causing more than a dozen of gossip a day in the female part of the lyceum. And of course the eyes. Blacker than black holes, two embers looked at the world with some arrogant, bordering on transcendental self-esteem and assessment of the environment below the plinth, look. Naturally, Diana was not a pure Russian lady, who was a horse ... In short, everyone knows further. The girl owed her beauty to her mother, a pure-blooded Spaniard in the eleventh generation, who accidentally slept with her Russian oligarch in her life journey.

“Diana Novikova, please love and favor,” a cool note slipped in the teacher's voice.

“I would have her ...,” the lanky guy bent down to the ear of his neighbor, the colorful curly Pushkin, and told him to do something new.

"Pushkin", after listening to the lanky, burst out laughing. Ekaterina Dmitrievna opened her mouth to make both comments, as the new one beat her:

“If something is funny to someone, I can discuss it after the lesson,” Diana measured with a fiery look a couple, then smiled charmingly at the class teacher, and sat down.

- “And you are not easy, Novikova. I approve of it, ”the teacher mentally praised, and said aloud:

- Well, that figured it out. Now let's deal with the Olympiad.

***

By the prom Diana did not just become a class leader, she was irreplaceable. First place at the All-Russian Olympiad in geography, first place among volleyball teams at city competitions, first place ... In general, for the newcomer not to take, everywhere only victory. Classroom, having reconciled with her confident second place among the beauties of the lyceum, took into account Novikova's merits before the class more than the purely female rivalry. Although there was no rivalry as such, jealousy injections were sometimes manifested, especially when Ekaterina Dmitrievna, with a little ear, heard from the male part of the lyceum laudatory speeches about her rival. Previously, all the conversations of both male colleagues and high school students were limited to the discussion of Ekaterina Dmitrievna’s bust and ass. And this flattered her greatly. And now ... Yeah, there was a serious competitor.

As for the very male part of the lyceum, she was all standing on the ears. Showdown among the "senior" happened almost every day.What can I say, if the three good friends in the "11-A" pereselis to each other in tatters, stuffing muzzles to each other, and parted as eternal enemies.

In fact, Diana practically didn’t let anyone in on her cannon shot. But those who wanted to roll to it not only did not decrease, but on the contrary, increased. Then one day a new girl was first seen ... KISSING with a guy from a parallel "11-A" class. After a couple of days, she held on to the pen with Denis, a friend of Michael. Well, here's the turn reached Maxim, the third intimate friend of the previous two classmates.

At a long break, Mikhail saw Denis, who was holding the hand next to a beautiful woman, near one of the window sills. Blood struck Michael in the face. How is this possible? He just yesterday just passionately kissed near the porch of the Lyceum with Diana, and today his best friend is already holding Diana? HIS Diane's hand ?!

Naturally in the corridor there was a fight between two friends. Oddly enough, but the girl just stepped aside, just watching the already bosom friends who had grappled with each other.

At this time, Alexey carefully watched from afar over this strange situation. Indeed, between the two friends got a girlfriend. Disassembly is not avoided. But Diana! How could she so indifferently stand aside, as if she had come to see some ordinary theatrical performance? It's because of her, cute doll, friends from the first class are fighting in such a way that pieces of clothing fly around!

For Alexei, the answer was even further removed on Friday, a day after the dismantling of Michael and Denis, when Maxim, standing by the big palm tree in the alley of plants of the lyceum, TISCAL this coveted, this sexiest ass of the lyceum!

Just at that moment Denis passed by. Again, Alexei witnessed another fight between friends who managed to smash one of the nearby flowerpots with orchids. And again the strange, unreal, stupid reaction of his classmate, student of "11-B" class.

“Dad, this confusing situation has arisen in my high school,” in the evening, sitting at tea, he began to tell Alexey to his father, retired Army major, Vadim Olegovich.

- Do teachers learn? - father grinned, and put aside his notebook, which he scrolled through in search of the number of one colleague.

- No, Dad, you can agree amicably with the teachers.

- Uh, passenger, slow down! It's you who ...

- Dad, I'm figurative.

- Aaaa, okay then. What is there?

And Alexey told practically everything that happened during all the time that Diana appeared in his class. The father listened to his son carefully, without interrupting, and when Alexei finished speaking, he asked:

- What, you say, is this name ... young lady?

A little differently said.

- Diana Novikova. Why?

- Diana Novikova, speak? A stinging brunette with a third bootie size ... ah, well, you get it, right?

Alexey looked surprised at the serious face of his father. He was thoughtful.

- Do you know her?

Vadim Olegovich looked up at his son.

- Of course, because I worked for her father.

Son's surprise was no limit. Did his father know Diana? So-so, but from this point in more detail!

“If this is a TA girl, then she has long black hair that she collects in a ponytail, dark eyes, a perfect figure, and a Spanish appearance.” All right

- Yes Yes! It's like that.

- Damn it! - the father in the hearts hit his hand on the table. - Only this was not enough.

- Dad, what is it? Do you know something?

- And even more than expected. Oh, damn it. A year ago, I worked for one oligarch by the name of Novikov. He had a guard. He lived with his family. Wife and daughter. His wife is a real Spaniard. Here is the daughter and went all the way to the mother. Beautiful women, damn it. Except your mother, I have never met a more beautiful woman. Fair. In short, there was one door in the house. Locked constantly. Well, I, as the head of the guard, became interested in what was outside the door. My former boss, to put it mildly, said that I did not interfere with my business. By itself after this, I was simply obliged to find out what was the matter there.

- And ...?

- And that's all. This little girl who caught me in the room passed her boss. Well, of course, I was fired. How fired - kicked out. Like a dog.

- Dad, what is it? Behind the door?

Father has changed slightly in the face. And this with his combat experience and iron restraint!

- Hefty bed, chains, like hooks, but not sure. Lashes on the walls, belts.

Vadim O. reached for a cigarette pack. Silently he took out a cigarette, twirled it in his fingers, and threw it on the table.

“Son, tenth way, go around this fury.” I ask you, for ten kilometers, never intersect anywhere, either with her or with her mother - father got up and went to the balcony.

- “That is, Diana is so fun! It turns out that she is no longer a girl? Yes, and Dad is clearly pereklinenny after the conversation, "- thought Alex, -" then everything falls into place. "

***

The next victim of Diana was a pretty young computer science teacher. A man, thirty-one, married, has a son of four years. And so it happened that the wife after birth greatly gained weight. It had not been all right with sex before, and now even more so. Understandably, the informatics began to look at such a tasty morsel of an expensive and tasty delicacy.

- Grigory Timofeevich, I don’t understand the new topic at all, - Novikova came into the office with a model gait, - maybe, give an extra pair of lessons?

The languid voice and excessively deep cleavage forced the teacher to gulp frantically.

Diana went to the teacher's desk, hooked her thin, well-groomed and long finger ring with the key to the office, and headed for the door. Suddenly, she “accidentally” dropped a bunch on the floor, and slowly, like a striptease dancer, with her legs apart, leaned over, leaving the young teacher to see all the beauty of her fifth point with a noticeable tubercle highlighted by the school uniform.

Running his index finger behind the collar of his shirt, Grigory Timofeevich loosened the tie knot, which suddenly squeezed his throat.

“Oh, by the way,” Diana straightened. - For better learning we need a tie.

The student turned the key in the lock. And the teacher swallowed again.

***

“Male,” Diana said through gritted teeth, flipping through the fresh photos on her laptop.

A computer science teacher appeared on the screen with his hands tied with his own belt and his eyes tied with his own tie. In the next photo, the plan was larger and already with the fit profile of Diana, who holds her skillful tongue on the chin of Gregory Timofeyevich. One more photo. Now in the frame is the teacher’s bare chest, which the pupil literally licks the tongue. And rushed. Teacher with pants down, pants down, with a well-erect sexual organ, and, finally, with a body in a sophisticated girlish pen, which, judging by everything, slightly nadrachila him.

“That's enough for today, Grigory Timofeevich,” Diana said at that moment, letting go of the lifeless organ that shot the sperm in all directions. - I think the lesson learned, but clearly requiring repetition.

Diana left the man almost in a deranged state with traces of his "dirty deeds". And what, he inherited, even if he removes himself!