- But this is a masquerade! - I remembered.

Although just people call them did not turn the language. As I understood it, they were surrounded by the “cream” of society. I saw someone on TV, someone in the photo in newspapers, three of the women studied in my groups. Modestly sliding along the walls, I stopped near the bar and asked the bartender for a non-alcoholic cocktail. A short little man in a snow-white dress coat didn’t even lead his eye, disturbing for me exotic ingredients. Already finished, he looked up and said impassively:

“I would advise this,” he, smiling only with his eyes, continued, “to flavor a drop of rum.” A gram of ten - fifteen ... The taste will be incomparable ... - and raised an eyebrow inquiringly.

- Come on! - I did not hesitate for long, deciding that ten grams would not hurt me.

Taking a sweaty glass, I tried. The taste was really good, only I could not make out what was mixed in it. Sipping an exotic swag, I stepped aside and sat down in a chair examining the guests and trying to find the ones they needed. As if waiting, when I settled in to me right there, “swam up” not to say that the elderly, but in the years an unfamiliar lady, like a Christmas tree, hung with brunettes. Deep cleavage showed a high neck, by the way, completely without wrinkles, darkening hollow between two small but neat breasts. The legs were tightened with snow-white stockings, and the prim-fitting hem only on the palm did not reach the knees. Sukhoparaya and slim she favorably differed from those "cows" that were trampled in another corner. Gilded pince-nez glittered on her strict face, and she reminded me of a teacher of literature in our school. Gray-steel eyes assessed piercingly as if through and suddenly warmed as if recognizing. Well, I realized that it was about her that I had a conversation with Alina.

- Are you a teacher? - involuntarily burst from me.

“Of course,” she said sternly, and, supporting the game, she asked, “what class are you from?”

- Graduation ... - I found.

“My name is Violeta Sergeyevna, and his,” she beckoned her finger to nowhere, and then, as if out of the air, muzhiks appeared ten years older than me, “Sasha.” He is my pupil and husband.

Considering this “miracle”, I smiled. And it was from what. A rather decent musculature and developed forms showed that he clearly did not shy away from the gym. Bleak face, or rather his gaze. He looked at my neighbor as a dog at the hostess. Dog loyalty in the eyes rushed to his face. And also a suit! If I was dressed extravagantly, then he is even more so! Short shorts with bristles over the shoulders covered his hips like gloves, a checkered shirt with a short sleeve could barely fit on his chest. White knee-highs with pompons and sandals. You know such now you will not meet, if only in the old films about the pioneers. As I have already said his face is radiated readiness to fulfill any desire of the woman standing in front of me.

- Only the tail dangling from side to side is not enough! - I thought to myself. - Dog and his favorite mistress. “But he added out loud,” Nikolai was very pleased, ”I introduced myself.

“Sasha, help me sit down,” Violeta ordered casually, “and then go and have a walk yourself and you can have a drink.” We need to talk...

Having set the lady in the next chair, he seemed to evaporate.

“So ...” she began, but we were interrupted ...

Two people entered the hall. Alina Dmitrievna and Mikhail Sergeevich. She is in the form of a maid-like sold for intimate games in sex shops, and he is discharged with a clown with a white-colored face and a red false nose. The clown immediately went to the bar, and the hostess in the form of a flirtatious maid rushed to us.

“I see you have already met,” she said happily. - I highly recommend, Violeta Sergeyevna, this is my fitness trainer. In addition to the class figure, he still has many virtues, and I talked to him ...- Alina whispered significantly to the guest.

—... after listening to them, I smiled sweetly, presenting rustling bucks in my new purse.

“Much grateful,” the lady cried in response, piercing me with her eyes again.

Her tongue eagerly ran over his lips, leaving a brilliant mark on them. Then the meaningless phrases followed, and Alina withdrew, citing the duties of the hostess of the house.

- We were interrupted ... Kohl - my neighbor made a significant statement ... - How do you look at participating in a certain game. - She immediately clarified. Nothing special, at least for you, but I love to have an assistant! - her eyes were greasy and prickly. - Of course, all this should remain between us, just small preferences.

- Why not? - as carelessly as I could, I said, although this introduction did not please me at all.

“I like your costume,” she said unexpectedly, “I have been to Scotland several times, I hope the kilt you wear, as expected?”

- What? - I was taken aback.

—... — Violeta Sergeevna smiled, “he wears on a naked body!” - She whispered, leaning toward me so that in the air there was a barely perceptible smell of expensive spirits that disturb the body and soul. Her hand lay on my knee and crawled over my thigh and it was as if the ghost had disappeared under matter.

And then I felt how sharp nails, gently scratching my skin, picking up to the member comfortably seated in the hollow between the thighs shifted together. Without enduring such an appeal, he, of course, "was indignant" instantly changing the state from a lying one - to standing up, "intending" to tell the world about the "gross" appeal. So I urgently wanted to straighten my back and sit up straight so as not to show all my guests to the riser. Not embarrassed a little, the sleek handle continued its “black” business - to feel my good.

- And really ... something extraordinary! - the neighbor passed the verdict. - If you agree, then immediately begin.

- Insolence is the second happiness, - I thought, looking around the hall, did anyone see the incident.