Our work is done at home, from morning I sat at the computer, studied the running info on three monitors, stuffed coffee, interrogated people by phone, counted the coefficients, folded tables, wrote reports on analyzing startups, where to invest money, but not where.
This time we flew to the client.

The flight took place in the orderly first half hour, then the charismatic Sanya unleashed one of the flight attendants for a close acquaintance. How he does it is a mystery to me, but the girls cling to the minutes.

This is what a guy can say to let a girl allow herself to be pulled down on a business class chair and cover a rug with her head ?!

"Do not rock the gun, and then shoot?" Or "Do you want to show the fly of diamonds?"
Some kind of science fiction.

And this blonde beauty agreed, and now cheerfully moved her head, standing on her knees, and wagging her booty sticking out from under the rug.

The movements of this tight skirt of the girl’s sirloin hypnotized Fyodor and Hera even more than shaking their heads. They stood in the aisle, allegedly on a streamer, in fact staring and drooling.

Lying Sanya occasionally showed his thumb, looked under the rug and moaned picturesquely. As a result, he offered the girl to serve the next person, received him in the face, quarreled, reconciled with her and even exchanged phone numbers.

At such moments, I understand why our boss does not like to take women into the department. Hell of hell are we fools.
The city greeted us with the sun, wind and two huge black jeeps, which brought our impressive company to a huge mansion on the first water line.

The chief, without further ado, was all dressed in Lacoste, Sanya was dissected in a Gucci's shirt, bow tie and beige shorts, Hera chose a navy style, was in a beel mint cotton and a captain's cap. And I, both-in, in checkered pants.

Freeze, people! Walk, costume on vacation!

The place looked gorgeous, well-groomed greens, walkways of perfectly fitted kameniuk, a house with huge columns. Like in a movie about tropics and gangsters.

The owner turned out to be a tightly knit tanned man of 30-35 years old, with a short hedgehog of hair. Faded shorts and tank top emphasized muscular figure.

He came from a family of immigrants who had left him long ago, but he pulled him back to his homeland. That's the way to go to work. For millions.

“Potap,” he suddenly introduced himself in a thick, rolling voice, shaking hands with us.

After dating, I immediately stepped back, and there I generally quietly washed off into the room.
The basic strategy was developed uncomplicated - not to shine, not to fade, to survive these days with a ninja mouse.

On the first day, I only went out to eat, and in the evening I had to sit on the lounges in the lounge chairs. They talked about business, discussing new items.

Potap enthusiastically talked about new screens with the effect of reality, in which somewhere there, too, invested capital.
Guys are actively asked. Unobviously switched to "you."

I silently drank a cocktail

“What do you think?”, The landlord suddenly turned.

“Until I see the data myself or the sample, there’s nothing to say,” I muttered.

- Oh, - Potap drawled, - I understand and respect the approach.

Fedor kindly shoved me in the shoulder with his fist (God forbid, I put the bruise again).

- Pear, ahem, Grisha, that is, we have one. All a hundred times recheck. The guy works and works. You can’t get him anywhere, homebody.

Glancing around us, Potap gave a broad, boyish smile and suggested.

- How about tomorrow come off? Zabakhay party, with dancing, modelkami. Grisha will get it out of his thoughts.
- Yeah! - the men shouted in unison and raised their glasses for the wisdom of the ideas born in time.

“Yeah,” I said pretty well.Surely heaven has heard me! People! Various! And it will be easier to get lost by one modest girl, shivering like a mongrel, a blinded girl.

Morning greeted with cheerful young people from the event company, which organizes holidays and events. I, shocking, with a pear-belly, cheerfully shook the local shop, where for a long time and with taste I chose a swimsuit with a pareo.

The amazed saleswoman watched with increasing interest as I put casually thin ribbons to my body, trying to find boundaries and understand “it will fit — it won't fit.”

“Sorry for your curiosity,” she asked, flashing her eyes eager for news, “but for whom are you taking?”

The aunt wiped her wet palms on her robe, and continued her acquaintance with the metropolitan mores.
- And why take the tagda?

“But you never know,” I answered vaguely, taking the change, “the useful thing.”

“Well, yes, yes, yes,” she nodded, dumbfounded, “They say they will have a party.” As without a swimsuit, kx ...

Wow they have the speed of spreading rumors in the village. Nodding thoughtfully, I left the store and headed for the house.

Even alone, I could not relax, at any moment one of ours could have a look. Therefore, I locked myself in the bathroom with a tablet, a bottle of water and a suit. In which case, would have to quickly dress.

Later in the evening the people tumbled into the territory.
The sounds of music poured out of the window, one could see a dance platform right outside the house. Ugh, really soon I will break a cocoon of a butterfly.

Drew up brighter, scattered curls on the shoulders, bikini. Aw, good. After scratching the itchy pussy at last, I threw a pareo over my hand and listened carefully to see if anyone was walking behind the door.

On tiptoe, on tiptoe, op, and now proudly, from the hip, Kach Kach.

There was a crowd around. Tusit clearly knew and loved.
Light garlands sparkled and shimmered, cushions and trays with canapes were scattered everywhere. Grabbing a plastic champagne glass and swallowing canapés on the go, I rushed to the pool.

Around danced, chatted, flirted. Dear, you in dyshlo!

The chaise longue turned out to be pretty darn comfortable, right for my weary little body. Plyuh, ooo.
- Oh, what a charming moan makes a beautiful girl. I am smitten and ready to fall at your feet.

Nenu. Can not be. I turn my head slowly.

From the whole huge crowd, long-legged undressed models, literally in the first minutes of my appearance, I was unmistakably pulled out.

A young man stood at the lounge chair, smiling widely and playing with his eyebrows.

A good smooth body, neat, very small and even pretty belly, tight melting. Nothing so with my hunger.

Taking advantage of the confusion of a clapping object, the authorities imposingly sat down next to each other and stretched their legs. Straight to mine.

- At your service, charming stranger.
- ... Nastya.

We chatted. Then another chat. Champagne.
He fingered my fingers and looked into his eyes.

I thought, but nothing terrible will happen if I relax a little?
Fedor felt pleasant, did not cause rejection. Although a special attraction too.

We danced. When he kissed my neck a couple of times, I realized that I had to wrap it up. Not that, gentlemen, not that.

Swung, champagne takes me quickly.

Gained air to report the absence of counter-interest. “You are very good, just not my option and all. Yes, yes, I, stupid, do not understand my happiness. ” But I was interrupted by heart-rending screams.

Around ran, zagomonili. Someone was screaming frantically.
On the dance floor they fought, about five people. In one, with a torn shirt collar, I recognized Hera.

The guy naturally rushed to help. Or separate. For some reason I, too.
He pulled one of the opponents of Hera, he waved his hand, spinning in the air. I flew somewhere, then even landed.

Later I realized how easy I got off, but it didn’t seem that way when landing. The skin from the ankle hurts painfully.

The cries quickly subsided, the fighters parted as guards, announced “Everything is fine, continue,” and the music started again.

I sat on the stones and looked at my leg sadly. Forever brings me too much ...