Svetlana Viktorovna, a twenty-six-year-old biology teacher, crouched on the edge of a snow-white bidet, with her narrow panties down almost to the floor, frowning at a beautiful, stern face, examined her positive pregnancy test. “Well, I was fooling around,” she thought with annoyance, nervously fingering the smooth wand of the rapid test. Yesterday's inkjet test also showed two strips, so there is no longer any doubt that it still flew. But now Svetochka was more worried about something else - how to proceed? Tell about the pregnancy or just secretly make a mini-abortion and continue, as if nothing had happened, carelessly fuck, as if nothing had happened?

The piquancy of the situation was that she flew from one of her two students, for whom now she was just an obedient living toy in endless bedtime entertainment. And even though Svetlana was divorced, the fear of publicizing her exploits in school, she reliably forced her to keep her mouth shut. It is quite possible if she were still married, this would not have happened to her, only what it already mattered for a frustrated beautiful woman holding a positive pregnancy test in her hand.

With her future husband, Svetlana met while studying at the Pedagogical Institute. He was older than her, earned well, correctly guessed her changeable mood, in general with him Svetlana felt like a real woman. His romantic courtship was different from the annoying molestation of fellow students, who already on the first evening of the meeting strove to drag him to bed. In general, the guys she enjoyed wildly popular. It was difficult not to pay attention to a tall, leggy brunette, but she knew her own worth and in every possible way emphasizing her independence, tried not to start useless romances, looking for a profitable suitor, which was important for the new girl. In this case, absolutely no one guessed that this inaccessible leggy beauty, always well and strictly dressed, attends one private men's club in the evenings, turning into a relaxed stripper and at the same time a club prostitute, ready for money not only to dance undressed.

Sveta carefully concealed her second life and certainly had no illusions about what she was doing, well aware that the career of a prostitute, even if of a high level, was not for her. But already meeting a wealthy man and realizing that he is serious, gradually reduced his stay at the club, abandoning group parties, serving only well-paid outbound orders. It was so almost until the end of the institute, while one day looking for an essay in the wilds of the Internet, she accidentally got into the head to find the phrase “exit striptease” and her fictional pseudonym. Amid a heap of meaningless links with similar names, she was surprised to find one marked “prostitute”. What was her fright when she opened this link, she recognized herself on the video screenshots that were not of the best quality? There were five of them all, and everywhere she was half-naked at the pole. Of course, it was impossible to see faces on darkish pictures, but Light was not required. She could always distinguish herself. There she found photos and other girls from the club. You could pay to register to see the full version of the strip girl you liked. Sveta was in light shock. Who and why did it take to secretly remove and sell these records?

She quickly, referring to her health, left the club, changed her cell phone number, stopped all compromising contacts, and tried to forget about her second life, worrying only about photos and videos, which probably still remained somewhere in large numbers.

A little later, she accepted the offer to marry, although she did not feel much love for her chosen one, she simply understood that this option suits her in all respects, and nothing better at that time was turned up. A magnificent wedding was staged right after graduation, and a week later the newlyweds left for this small quiet town, where my husband started another grand building. At first, Svetlana did not work, but gradually the role of an idle housewife grew sick and one day she told her husband that she had settled in a biology teacher at school. The husband did not object, reasoning according to the principle - what would the wife not make up for if she didn’t bother. Her salary was not particularly interested, so she was quite happy with her work as a teacher.

Three years passed unnoticed. Svetlana taught in high school, where she got the nickname “bomb” for her sexual appearance. By the way, such a nickname even flattered her. Not some kind of myth or fake, but a bomb. Svetlana Viktorovna was not a hypocrite and therefore she always supported her image of a well-groomed beautiful woman always and everywhere. She often put on short tight skirts and low-cut blouses on classes, observing what views the high school students were throwing at her tanned slender legs and elastic ass. These views drove her crazy and charged with unknown erotic energy, from which completely unbridled desires and fantasies awakened. The heart began to beat often, the nipples were hard, and the behavior became treacherously lustful. If at this moment she was dragged to a secluded place to be raped, she most likely would not even resist, and without any coercion she would have coquettishly undressed.

But personal life was going awry. Not to say that she could not bear her husband, but a spark of love did not arise. Even the affection that unites people in a marriage was completely absent. My husband gave all his time to work, sometimes leaving for business trips for weeks, and in the evenings when he came home, there were no common topics for conversation.

They parted without quarrels. Peaceful and beautiful. Civilized divorce - the husband left her apartment, moving to live with his secretary. Svetlana, of course, suspected that she was being cheated on, but now she did not feel any special emotions about this, and was even glad that everything was resolved so calmly.

In the evenings of one house, it was boring and not cozy, she thought it was unwise to start a fleeting affair on the side, because she was well known in the area, and therefore it would have surfaced, she would not want to risk her reputation. Well, for a serious relationship, after her unsuccessful marriage, the young woman was completely unprepared. Although thoughts of loneliness sometimes nasty worms crawled into the soul, especially at night.

A two-room apartment with a huge bedroom and beautiful furniture became for her a golden cage. As you know, beautiful women have few real friends, or rather they are not at all. Svetlana Viktorovna, was no exception. With the departure of her husband, their mutual friends did not communicate with her, and she never got any of her. Svetlana did not like lonely evening hours in front of the TV, trying to load herself completely with work. Regular classes were saved from depression in a fitness basement near the house, where she almost mechanically, without thinking about anything, she refined her body three times a week, so almost perfect.

Perhaps such a calm, gray course of life would have continued further, but suddenly, literally at one moment, the whirlpool of events spun around Svetlana Viktorovna, plunging the young woman into very strange changes in her personal life.

The evening did not foretell any events - the usual dank working day ended with a boring test of independent work and a standard visit to the nearest store, on the way home. Entering her porch, Svetlana, as usual, looked into the mailbox, not really expecting to see something useful there, rather making it out of habit. Among the usual advertising rubbish, a transparent plastic rectangle was visible, in which the disc was guessed. The case was without a paper tab and was not signed, as well as the disc in it. Something unpleasantly sank inside, forcing unconsciously to look around, as if she was afraid to be seen. Having quickly risen to her floor, without even taking off her shoes, an alarmed Svetlana flew into the room, throwing off her jacket and opening a plastic box ....