The client, he continued without a shadow, smiled, she very much asked to talk to you and persuade her to accept the offer ... Of course, I could not promise her more than your training course, but ... Slava took a breath, I think when rendering additional services in the loser, you will not stay and ... - again a theatrical pause, - unsatisfied too ... Such a woman ... Dream ... - he finished on a pretentious note and rolled his eyes. “And by the way,” continued the boss, “she really likes your leotard!”

- What are you doing? - I began mockingly, - she came to the brothel ... - but I was not allowed to finish.

- Alina should not refuse! - Suddenly became completely serious glory.

- What is Alina? - I started with a call and anger, and as if I was hit on the head with a butt on my head, - this is that ...

- ... - the boss shook his head in the affirmative.

“Oh,” I let out of my mouth the air, remembering Alina. - But her husband ...

- She solves her own problems. A man lives on her money. So do not drift! - with some trembling in his voice, he finished. - What should I tell her? - Slava returned “to his sheep”.

“Tomorrow at eleven,” I finally turned around and went out into the corridor.

This is not to say that this proposal confused me. I already heard a lot about this practice. Yes, and he was not born yesterday, but so that you would be chosen almost in the open ... like a prostitute.

- Stop! - I ordered myself, - the prostitute is a woman, and who I am. Prostitute? Or is there another word? - in my head spinning thoughts. - Maybe gigolo? No, not that. Those like money ladies live on an ongoing basis - I remembered. - This is her husband was burning, and I probably still - a prostitute!

I had no doubt that, following the results of this “optional lesson”, I would either firmly stand on my feet in a new incarnation, or I would cure me out of work with a crash. Oddly enough, but it calmed me, and I thought:

- But I left the choice ... - I turned around.

- Yeah! - The voice of reason cut through my head. - Select where to stay on impact. On the hammer or on the anvil ... But you yourself are not against a try ... - I remembered how Alina’s body was curving seductively on the mats. “She will arrange such a marathon for me ...” my boyfriend immediately started up in his pants, straining and trying to leave his close habitat.

And on the other hand, what am I losing? Wanted a woman - get it! Yes, even what ... And the fact that she is two times older than me, she sleeps with anyone, and burns her life ... Compensated by very attractive forms, bright appearance and huge accumulated experience in such matters. And a very, very large bank account!

And the health itself doesn’t prevent me from correcting it, because for almost half a year I haven’t had anyone, and this made me decide what was absolutely wrong. Head, of course, but not the one where the brains ... Everything was decided in the pants. Already, a member is worth a stake, and I just thought about it! Now it is worthwhile to sit, calm down and do breathing exercises in order to reduce the size and tension of an overly impressionable friend in the groin.

I did not even have time to reach the place, as the telephone vibrated in my pocket. Putting it to my ear, I heard a pleasant female voice:

- Evgeny Petrovich?

- Yes, - I mixed up, I was not often called by name, patronymic.

- You are worried about the secretary of Alina Dmitrievny. I'm talking about tomorrow's classes. Where to send the car?

- Not a fig for myself, - flashed through my head, - already on a chlenovose they will bring me in and take me away! On the other hand, I don’t even know where she lives.

- Hello! Give me your address, - continued the same pretty voice.

- ... - I called my address.

“I know,” said the voice confidently. - The car will be at ten twenty.

- What? - I asked a stupid question.

- Lexus. White. State number К001КК.

- Got it. I will wait, - I pressed the end button.- Now they have just arrived! - I said, thoughtfully opening the door.

And again "work" ... in free time.

Sitting on a soft, leather cushion in a fast-paced car, I gazed thoughtlessly out the window. To be honest in itself, the forthcoming rendezvous did not bother me much. For some reason, it took me much more than where everything would happen: in the bedroom; on the couch in the living room or somewhere else ...

- Well, where can she still live ?! - lazily spinning in my head, - certainly not in the city.

The car jumped out on a country highway. The solar fields changed with woods, and the car, quietly rumbling with a motor, flew along smooth asphalt, swallowing kilometer after kilometer. Turn. The car slowed down a bit. A barrier opened before us, and we picked up speed again. Exactly at ten-fifty, the car braked again near the tall wall. Before us, the massive gates opened and then closed. Another minute and we stopped at a one-story high annex to a huge three-story mansion. The driver, or rather the driver, or whatever, correctly jumped out of the salon and after a moment opened the door for me. In a melodious voice, she said:

- You there, Evgeny Petrovich - she waved gracefully, showing a high double door.

- Thank! - I got out of the cabin and, looking around, slowly walked in the indicated direction.

- There openly came after. Alina Dmitrievna and Mikhail Sergeyevich will be right now.

- Is that what you want? - I thought hostilely. - Wants to see how his wife will climb into my underpants? Yes, he then sighs me with the light ...

- He will also study, - as if reading my thoughts, I heard, from my attendant.

- Are we really going to just do it? - as if a sickle in the balls rolled disappointment, - or in the appendage to everything will I finally have a sweet one? - thoughts rushed about in your head, - or ... all together? - but I immediately dropped this idea as nonsense. - Okay. We will understand.

I opened the door and entered the gym. What I saw was shocking. In principle, imagine a school gymnasium, only renovated according to European standards, with a special coating on the ceiling, walls and floor. Stuffed with all sorts of expensive exercise equipment. There was even a boxing ring and tatami. From the near side there was another door, and the wall far from me was transparent. Behind the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, a swimming pool splashed around, occupying the entire enclosed space. Most likely, the transparent partition was sound - and waterproof, since there, in the water, someone was swimming the butterfly, throwing high and heavy hands and almost half of the body jumping out of the water. And I did not hear any sound.

On flowing mane in the water, I realized that this is a woman. Initially blinded glance suggested that a bodily swimsuit had a slightly golden color, but those that swayed when turning her breasts with dark nipples suggested the correct conclusion: she was swimming naked!

Having sailed back and forth the nymph once again, without being embarrassed by my frank glance “groping” her naked and such attractive forms got out of the water. She deliberately shook her head, throwing splashes of dark hair from a luxurious mane in all directions, she picked up a towel from the edge of the pool. Looking back at me, she smiled, gradually demonstrating her strong breasts and the dark strip of black hairs on the pubis, disappeared behind the smoky door, swaying her naked hips and strong buttocks.

Standing with my mouth open and trying not to choke on saliva from what I saw, I was stunned, looked around, trying to understand what it was. My friend from this type reared, outlining a huge mound in the groin.

- Think it was? Said a voice behind me.

- Well ... yes! - I recognized the voice of my ward and turned around. - Hello, Alina Dmitrievna, - I squeezed out, feeling the heart beat like a drummer, and feeling caught at the moment of peeping.

And it was from what. The woman in front of me was dressed ... Well-oh ...a too short, almost transparent robe, rather even a kimono, enveloping a beautiful body, ... Read more →