The mood was wonderful. Marina almost flew along the sidewalk. The trip is over. Now to the hotel, take a bath and to the train station. Night on the train and at home. She stepped onto the road - before the transition was too lazy, and stop, here it is, on the contrary.

Suddenly, there was a screech of brakes, a loud car horn, a screech, and a black Camry braked half a meter from it. Behind the glass, a frightened black-haired driver's face flashed. Marina, recoiled, stumbled, waved her arms to resist. Swore.

The door slammed, and the driver flew to her. He began to look at her in dismay. I filled up with questions, talking with some unusual accent.

- Sorry, sorry. Are you okay?

She shrugged it off herself.

- Everything, everything, is normal. That you excuse me, thought, did not notice.

- Good. Maybe I will give you a lift for your concern.

Having corrected her purse, Marina looked at him. Not bad. Tall, thin, well-groomed face, neat haircut, clean shaven. True accent. But still, an interesting Caucasian caught. She shook her head, the incident did not spoil the mood.

- Oh, give me a lift. Institute of Management, you know? On the Renaissance Square?

- I know. Let's go, - the stranger gallantly opened the back door.

Marina dived into the spacious lounge, on a leather seat. She removed the bag with the laptop and only then noticed the second person sitting in front. Light blond Low. Taciturn. At Marinino, “hello” he smiled coldly, glittering with unusually white teeth, and nodded.

Hell, she noticed that her bag was open. Did anything happen? Marina burrowed into her purse, completely without worrying about the intentions of the satellites. And why should she worry, the captain of the Ministry of Internal Affairs with Makarka in a shoulder holster, under a jacket (Makarka is one of their everyday names for a Makarov pistol, 9 mm caliber).

After completing the revision of the bag - like nothing fell out, she listened - the driver spoke quietly with the passenger. Wow! The conversation was in English. And she took them for Caucasians. Here is the news!

Despite the English school, and two years at the university, she understood English through a stump deck. From the conversation, she realized that the driver, his name was Nick, was justified in some way before Bob, the passenger. Something was wrong with them, the schedule was broken, some deadlines, equipment. Bob was chanting Nick. Looks like he was the boss.

After a short pause, Bob asked Nick a question, and Marina pricked her ears. Already such an English she understood.

“Nick, you've been here for a long time.” How much should I give this baby, so she sucked?

- Do not even think. These are Russians. She is very offended. There will be a scandal.

- Come on, you, buddy. I was in Latvia a week ago. There, over fifty greenbacks, she was pushing her legs apart. And here it should be even more so. This is not Europe, is it? I'll tell you so. We must look at things, including sex, more globally, take into account all factors. See how they live, like in Africa. Therefore, if the office has abandoned us to the savages, we must use all the good things that are here. Admit it, sexy girl. We still need to look for this in the States. Conclusion - inexpensive pleasure.

As luck would have it, as if confirming the words of Bob, the car shook on a big pothole. He sighed and looked meaningfully at Nick.

- Come on, go somewhere. Tell this Russian Masha that I will give her fifty for a blowjob. You'll see, she will be happy.

But! Two Pindosovskih turkey in our outback. Where did they come from? Maybe these, which the equipment for the production of something agricultural put on a rather big amount in the local area. Something was on the news ...

But insulting. Marina grinned. Just fifty bucks. It will be small. She is still nothing, only thirty with a small tail. On the street, still men look around, and these - only fifty. Come and see it! My heart beat faster. She grinned and undid the button on the holster. Well, they themselves ran.

The car suddenly turned onto a side narrow road squeezed by private houses. Marina looked out the window. Certainly not America, the fences are crooked, the houses are too small ... While we were driving correctly, but Nick turned again and drove a hundred meters along the dirt road to a wasteland. On one side is the railway, on the other is the concrete fence of some office. Everywhere on the side of the road there are heaps of rubbish: pieces of brick and drywall, fragments of concrete, rags. Not the most romantic place to love, despite the twilight

- What happened? Why did we stop? She asked, in Russian.

- No worries. Bob must be poured, ”Nick turned to her, opening the door, and got out of the car without turning off the engine.

These are my cavaliers today. No tact. Marina got out of the car after Nick and Bob. But Bob has not gone anywhere. I stood and looked at Marina, smiling. Nick bypassed the car, joined him. Marina was waiting. Bob said something to Nick, that Marina did not hear. A little embarrassed, Nick said.

- Girl, you are very beautiful. Regardless of the fact that I am a patriot of my country, I want to note that there are few such people in the United States. Bob likes you very much and he asks you to give him a blowjob. And he will give you a lot of money. Fifty dollars.

Marina thought how an ordinary girl would react in her place? Scared? Rushed to run? What should be portrayed? But, on reflection, decided not to play. She smiled affectionately and cooed:

- What a surprise! Boys are you from the states themselves? Here are the times - and going to the English, said. - Good. Blowjob will be. Only not the way you wanted. - Continuing to smile, pulled out a gun. The boys recoiled in dismay. And Marina barked. - Take off your pants. Both. Asshole fucked!

Pale Nick, tried to say that he was misunderstood, but Marina jerked the shutter. She casually aimed and fired. Makarka boomed like a sledgehammer. The bullet entered the ground just between Bob’s legs. He screamed and fell on his face, covering his head with his hands. Shouted:

- Do not shoot! Do not shoot!

- Pants down, I said! Otherwise, the next bullet will be in the leg. And it hurts ... Bob, ”she called out wary. - Get up, get sick. If you obey, everything will be OK. Well!

Pale Nick quickly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. Shivering with fear, Bob reluctantly got up and squinting at Marina, or rather the gun in his hand, pulled off his pants.

- And cowards! - ordered Marina, swinging a pistol.

Panties down to his knees. Bowing her head, she considered the “virtues” of both for some time. Then she sighed. Having built a phrase in her mind, she uttered disappointedly.

- Boys, your members are not impressive. Even for fifty bucks. But without a blowjob will not stay. You will suck each other ...

I remembered the children's counting book and, poking a gun at them, read a poem:

- I heard, I thought, the first one came out.

Dropped on Nick.

- Nick, you are the first. Suck at Bob, then change. Get started!

Nick desperately sabotaged the order. Hesitated. Pulled time. I had to raise the gun - it turned out, the right tool. Albeit reluctantly, Nick knelt down and picked up Bob’s hanging member. Continuing to squint on the gun, he touched his lips to his cock. Frowned in disgust, but Marina aimed at his head, and Bob's member disappeared in the dark-haired mouth. Choking and spitting, he depicted several sucking movements.

But the man is the man. Bob's member began to harden, rise. Marina mockingly laughed.

“Nick, Bob likes you.” His dick became hard. You really try not to disappoint the boss. Come on, come on!

Nick gave bad, just to otmazatsya. Moreover, Bob, was distracted by the gun, and his cock went limp again.

- Ok, enough, - Marina took pity. “You're a bad lover, Nick.” Change. Just throw me your pants and underwear first. And do not forget the phones.

Nick straightened up, spitting and wiping his mouth with his hand. Cursing, he pulled off his jeans with his underpants, turned a lump and threw them at Marina’s feet. Bob didn't stay either. He folded his pants, putting on his pants and a phone. He took a step towards Marina, carrying clothes on his outstretched hands.

- Stop, - said Marina. - Throw so.

The second lump was at her feet. She stooped, controlling a couple by the corner of her eye. I felt Nick's jeans.

- Nick, where's your phone?

Both men remained in thin shirts. Phone there can not hide.

“In the car,” Nick growled, continuing to rub his lips with his palm. - Hands free.

- Sorry, did not notice.

Marina gathered clothes and threw them into the car. Nobody twitched. Good.

- Well, that got up! Come on Bob, now it's your turn.

He obediently knelt, and took Nick's cock into his mouth, causing him another grimace of disgust. But Bob did not see her. He kept his cock in his mouth from time to time, glancing at Marina with a gun.

- Bob, do not afflict me. Have you ever seen how to suck? Can you help? - Marina raised her hand with Makarka.

Bob frantically waved his head and began to vigorously move his tongue, rolling the soft member in his mouth. To the surprise of Marina, his own member, straining, raised his head again.

“And you are a good fellow.” Probably homosexual? Not the first time, huh?

Bob nodded in dismay, pressing his head into his shoulders, but Nick did not let go, continuing to suck. Marina went around the car. She took the handle of the door and waved the pair with a pistol.

- Okay, boys have fun, and I went. Nick don't stand like a post. Relax and enjoy, see how Bob tries.

Quickly dived into the car, cut in the “D” on the box machine, and gazanuv sped away, doused a couple of rubble and clouds of dust.

I threw the car in the parking lot near the market, after erasing fingerprints. Cameras are not there, a couple of cars spend the night, another one does not attract attention. True, the hotel had to go on foot, but not far just two blocks. Gun cleaned in the room - everything, all traces destroyed.

Already sitting on the train, Marina smiled, recalling a recent adventure. The boys were not lucky - they ran into the wrong ones. Although the other simply would not get into the car, if everything is fine with the head. Marina wondered if they could get her, and decided that everything was clean. And it is unlikely that these brave Pindos businessmen will go to the police. They, half naked, get to the nearest cop the whole problem. Here rzhachka will stand in the office, if they still show up there.

She stretched sweetly. And Nick was not bad. Cute In her taste. If I had cared a little, invited me to a restaurant, then they could have succeeded. And so ... Still, they are goats, they are accustomed to take everything in vain.

She spread a damp bed and lay down on a sheet in a tracksuit, inhaling the indescribable odors of the railway. The train slowly drove kilometers across the boundless country.