I could not consult anyone, I was simply afraid of my feelings and thoughts, sometimes I was ashamed and even scared, but despite this, I went to bed almost every evening and stroked myself and fantasized that it was not me who was doing this, but he and me. absorbed feelings, unusual sensations. Considering that I could not determine what was worth doing and what was not, I still remembered that very box and its contents, I vaguely began to realize what they were intended for, but I could not believe that Mom ...

Returning to today.

There was no one left in the office, it was easy for me, everything ached and trembling in my chest, I was looking forward to the events, I wanted to try something I had never done before, but I wanted so much and could wait until the evening and at home, but there Svetka, my younger sister , mom and dad, and her friend Olga comes to her mom on Fridays from the sixth floor, as she likes to stay up late, knit, drink tea and talk about anything with mom. No, I can not wait so long.

I got up, walked around the office, closed the blinds, although someone who saw a high-rise tower was only a kilometer away from the window, and yet the cats were still scrubbing at heart. I sat down at the table, pulled back my skirt, picked up the swimming trunks and pulled them off, left just below my knees, took my carrot under the scary name of the anal sleeve, looked closer to it, it was soft, but not slippery. Rummaging in my purse I found hand cream, why did I put it in my purse today, it doesn’t matter if I squeezed the cream, smeared the tip of the sleeve, raised my butt and also smeared the dimple where I was going to stick this strange object. Everything was ready, she rested her elbow on the table, raised her ass over the chair and felt the hole in the ass with a tip of the sleeve, pressing it slightly. A strange sensation, a slight burning sensation that turned into a tickling, then a small spasm, the ass shrank and immediately opened, again I pressed the sleeve a little harder, and she slipped easily, entered me a little bit. She bit her lip. What debauchery, what I do in the workplace, but it's nice, no one.

In the corridor, rapid steps were heard, and they approached quickly, and they were not alone. I pulled back my skirt in horror, and putting my hand on the table tried to sit on the chair, then, as soon as I did, the hub that had entered me a little bit, now slid sharply. From a sweet slip or from fear, to be caught in place, I screamed a little, immediately clenched my jaw and lips, I could only wait that they were not for me, but I was mistaken.

They knocked on the door and without waiting for my answer, well, yes, why is it needed, I’m probably the youngest and I can’t be ignored. The door swung open and an angry Marina Alexandrovna, our senior manager for working with advertisers, appeared in the doorway. She had the look that was needed, her eyes glittered, a little more and she would have surely set fire to anything. She is sweetheart, but when not in the spirit, it is better not to re-read, listen, and then do it in her own way, this is me from practice. Maxim was puffed up behind her, this is our new agent, for some reason our girls are him, and there are only women in the agency department, he wasn’t in love with him, because he wanted to work on a purely female profession, at least they thought so.

“Olenka,” she always appealed to me like that, “how glad I am that you did not run away.”

What did she mean by the word - run away?

- Something happened? - in other matters, it was not necessary to ask, in order to bring Marina Alexandrovna to a white-hot, it was necessary to try.

“The customer is frantic.” She rolled her eyes to the ceiling and plopped into a chair.

So, it looks like this for a long time, now I have to listen, just to not run anywhere, I was really scared to get up from the table from this idea, I wanted to sit on the contrary and grab the table and not move. I slowly began to sink into the chair.It is easy to say what to do, the sleeve rested, I was all shrunk from horror, and my ass was all shrunk, so the hub did not want to slip and did not let me sit down. It was not fear that gripped me, but animal horror, what to do, and then I remembered that my swimming trunks were lowered below my knees, what a shame. I do not remember how the table is arranged, in my opinion, it was closed in front and hardly anyone could see, but I felt terribly embarrassed, and I slammed into a chair from all over the Maha. The sleeve literally creaked into me, there was no pain, but this state, when she abruptly entered, instantly awakened in my memory a multitude of sensations that I experienced as a child.

The human body is an electrochemical process, and now these impulses are transmitted at incredible speed into the chest, squeezed lungs squeezing out the remnants of air, the larynx was numb, the microsignals passed on and began to compress the veins and now they were dying in their eyes. No, not now. I remember these feelings, even from adolescence, when you suddenly stand up, pressure changes, blood rushes off and everything disappears, only your consciousness still works, you try to catch time to grab at least for anything, just not to collapse on the floor in the middle of a bus or a shop . I lowered my head, I don’t know that my eyes were now expressing, probably, emptiness, I didn’t want to attract attention, I just had to wait a bit and everything would pass, I hear and this is the main thing.

“Their lawyers are in a panic,” Marina Alexandrovna continued, I began to guess what was the matter, it’s probably a broiler factory, their lawyers already got everyone, work their bread.

- But you can change the concept, - put in Maxim.

- What? She screamed, "you're in your mind."

- What happened? - Still seeing nothing around me, I asked timidly.

It was hard for me to think, between the legs I shot, literally shot, the heart pushed blood through narrow veins, and it throbbed somewhere somewhere below the abdomen, and also this burning sensation in the pope and aching heaviness in the legs.

“Their lawyers, had they not been fine, our practices were sent to Moscow, I asked to wait, that this was still raw material, and there were such clever people like this one,” I understood who she meant, Maxim, “without understanding the slogan, they decided it is already being used and the data has been transferred to the rights registry, and there the visitors of the word Phil are booked.

- So what? - I was surprised, in my eyes some sparks began to clear up, but the nausea and buzz in my head did not want to disappear.

“They refused,” she answered quite calmly, doomfully.

I saw my hands, my ears were still ringing, but I was able to raise my head, Maxim was standing in the corner like a naughty boy, and what was his fault, I fell into hand like that. It became easier to breathe and the heart calmed down a bit.

- What exactly did not suit them?

“Everything, literally everything,” she clapped her hands, reached for the teapot, turned it on and quickly poured two spoons of coffee and began to watch when it boils.

- Or maybe ... - Maxim, wanted to say something.

- Shut up, just shut up, I think, - she gave him a hand ordering him to sit down.

I looked at them, they looked at this teapot, as if hypnotized, as if he were going to pick it up, ponder and give a decision. I looked down at my shoes, I didn’t see my knees, bent down to the bottom, as if I was raising something, and in the meantime I ran my hands under the table, felt my knees, grabbed my lowered swimming trunks with shaking fingers and began to pull them over.

“Well, you're right,” she told me, although I did not offer anything, “the lawyers will work, our lawyers, I have already called Grigorich and briefly explained everything.”

My fingers dragged up the swimming trunks, I tried to do it not noticeably, pulling them up just above the knees, I straightened my skirt, covering the swimming trunks, now I felt a little calmer in my soul and if I didn’t move, then everything would pass by not noticeable, only that remained for me to wait.

- Is the word Phil is not Philip and not a name? - I began to argue.

“Yes,” she replied briefly.

- And if so, is it possible to impose a patent?

“Why do I know,” she said indignantly, pouring boiling water into a glass.

“You can remove Phil,” she continued to argue. Read more →