With her hand, wet from my urine and grease, she rubbed my lips. Her two fingers easily penetrated my mouth and caressed my tongue with light movements. My own smell and taste stupefied me.

“Remember this taste is the taste of a real bitch,” she told me, straightening up behind my back, “Everything is time for us to go back ... we are already waiting.”

From her last words, I literally lost the power of speech, and I had a feeling of resentment, which rose in my throat as a lump - I was ready to cry. I saw in the mirror my physiognomy, the physiognomy of the child, from whom they had taken my favorite toy.

Angela lifted me up, pulling my hands up. I looked at myself standing in a puddle of my own urine. I was swaying from the new stress experienced, and a tingling in my legs began to flow. Angela took me by the hand, and without letting me come round she led me through the labyrinths of corridors back to the hall, to the tables where everyone was laughing and drinking. It seemed that no one noticed our absence.

- How long have you been? - Yuri Sergeyevich asked with disbelief.

“We just got lost in this huge mansion,” Angela replied without delay and with composure.

My pussy was red from the blows and throbbed to the beat of my heartbeat. I still felt the touch of Angela and her strange play did not leave me in my mind for a minute. With all my nature, I wanted her to continue to do with me what I started in the toilet.

My seclusion with Angela was a new milestone in the awakening of my sexuality, breaking all my ideas and beliefs that there were no surprises for me in sex. I not only wanted to experience what happened to me this evening time after time, but also to comprehend more and more new lessons that I can teach this evening.

Truly, this evening divided my life into “before” and “after.” I was clearly aware of this boundary, but “after” for me remained a secret hidden by a fog of obscurity. Only one thing was clear - they would no longer communicate with me as equals. It was the day when Lily ceased to exist for everyone - a cheerful, friendly colleague and friend. Which was replaced by a whore, with which you can not stand on ceremony. I myself do not know what broke me that evening: the attitude of my former friends towards me as a whore, or an entity that has awakened in me, who wanted only one thing - carnal pleasures.

Similar arguments about the future have completely disheartened me. Angela, seeing the sadness in my eyes, carefully brought me a full glass of wine. For me it was a mystery how an angel and a demon can get along in it at the same time.

“On, have a drink and do not be sad, you will be fine, I promise,” she said confidently, making me think again: “Can she read my thoughts?”

“But it seems that she can,” I continued to think, how she could feel the edge of my orgasm. It has become a sacred secret to me.

This evening also made me look at Angela from a completely different angle. I used to think that everything was clear with her, and what to say - a relative of a wealthy and powerful director who has many business connections - speaks for itself. She practically never communicated with us, except for work, always kept out of the way, or when she did not give in to provocative questions, to jokes that someone threw during breaks, and never did not react. Angela was always in herself, but we didn’t really bother about it - she is what she is. But, despite this, you can’t call her a gray mouse either: she is always fashionably and neatly dressed, it is clear that she is watching her figure, which she was very slim, I don’t even remember if I ever saw her without makeup or manicure Yes, and our guys liked it very much.

What seemed clear to me earlier was dispelled, and led to the birth of more and more questions about Angela.

I stood aside captivated by my reasoning, but at a certain point I realized that Angela was not around. Not arbitrarily, I began to look for Angela with a look, looking around, and saw her whispering something in Yuri Sergeyevich’s ear. I did not betray this special meaning, but there was some kind of exciting feeling that cooled my back, or maybe it was just a draft.

After the conversation with Yuri Sergeyevich, Angela again approached me and clinked her glass on my own, saying a kind of toast: “For the heyday of the new Lily”. I did not understand her toast and just took a sip.

It didn’t disappear from my view, as Yury Sergeevich made Ira a beckoning gesture and said something in her ear, smiling. Ira nodded her head, responding with a smile to Yuri Sergeyevich. And then I realized that something was brewing and my chill on my back was not at all connected with the draft.

- Gentlemen, I ask everyone to take their places, - somehow Yury Sergeevich officially said the pain!

Everything, taking the last sip of their glasses and piles, went to their seats gay. I also went, feeling an incomprehensible weight in my legs, and each step was given to me with difficulty, and my heart was pounding so that it was about to jump out of my chest. I stood waiting for the verdict and the time seemed to stop for me.

- Who are we next makes a wish? - Yuri Sergeevich asked pathetically, looking at Ira.

- I guess! - Ira answered clearly.

“Well, then we all froze in anticipation,” continued Yuri Sergeyevich, as if he and Ira were playing some kind of their own game.

I wish ... - began Ira, - so that Lily will no longer fulfill anyone's wishes.

Her words at the same time caused me both relief and disappointment. I can imagine what was happening now in Dima, Igor and Andrey’s minds, because, in fact, Ira’s desire for them completely overwhelmed me.

A deathly silence prevailed in the circle, and the music, constantly playing with the background, seemed to be turned off. Yury Sergeevich with obvious pleasure looked at the bewildered faces of his workers. Next to Yuri Sergeyevich stood Angela, who was looking at me with a smile.

- Well, it is quite a doable wish, - Yury Sergeevich broke the silence.

Uh, so not fair, - Igor boiled.

- Well, since I am the judge here, then I will decide what is honest and what is not, or maybe someone wants to join the discussion with me? - said Yuri Sergeyevich, looking menacingly at Igor.

Igor immediately shut up, because he understood that it was better not to argue with the boss, and to argue with Yuri Sergeyevich is the same as urinating against the wind, because Yuri Sergeyevich, besides being well educated in every sense, was also eloquent. Igor, in comparison with Yuri Sergeyevich with regard to the conduct of disputes, was simply a yard dresser, who could not even connect two words.

“Well, that's fine,” summing up the “dispute”, said Yuri Sergeyevich, “And now let's thank Lilia for the wonderful presentation,” and started clapping her hands first.

The sound of applause increased, in proportion to the growing number of applause. Even Igor began to clap in order not to annoy Yuri Sergeyevich once again.

Applause was addressed to me, but for all I continued to be a slut.

Yury Sergeevich, looked at his watch: “Wow, it's already ten minutes to midnight - it's time for us to finish, but if someone wants to continue, he can do it at his own expense, but for now I offer it for the road.” Everyone wandered to the tables offended that the evening had come to an end - everything in this world ends both bad and good. I remained standing in my fateful place, not fully aware that this is EVERYTHING - no longer need to fulfill anyone’s desires, and that I am free. Angela came up to me, stretching my dress to me, which was lying almost all evening on the floor, like no one needs a thing. I put on a dress, and Angela helped to fasten a zipper on my back.

- Where are you now? She asked me.

“I don’t know ... home, I feel like a squeezed lemon, I want to take a shower and go to bed ...,” I answered without enthusiasm.

- If you want, I'll take you by taxi, is it already waiting at the entrance? She asked thoughtfully.

I looked at her with a tired look, realizing that she would not accept refusal.I wanted to quickly leave this place, which was the edge that divided my life, and I didn’t want to be left alone, it was somehow creepy in my heart.

“If it doesn’t bother you,” I replied to her, seeing her genuine concern.

She took my hand and led me to the exit: "Do not worry, I said goodbye to Yuri Sergeyevich for both of us." We went out into the street and immediately struck the scent of fresh forest summer air in the nose, I was breathing deeply, while Angela slowly took me to a taxi. I looked at the sky, it was all illuminated by bright stars, for the first time I looked at them with such enthusiasm.

Angela put me in the car and we drove off. In the car, only the muffled sound of the engine was heard. I looked through the glass into the night emptiness, my hand was gently held by Angela, and it seemed to me that it was all a dream.

To be continued...