employees of the enterprise were provided a full-fledged lunch every day, and he personally went to check the quality of the food. A thin man of 50 years, and not say that he is a millionaire. After 10 minutes of anxious waiting from the negotiation console, a male voice asked:

- Is Roman Vikhrev waiting?

- Yes, sitting in the waiting room, - answered Inna. She herself, meanwhile, was collecting her purse, tamping a comb, purse, and phone into it. While she answered the call, her handbag tipped over and fell to the floor. Everything that came out of it fell: wet wipes, chewing gum, white caps like tampons and packaging of Durex condoms. I rushed to pick up everything from the floor while holding a folder with documents in my hand. Having run out because of a reception she took away the remains having thanked:

- Thank you, but you shouldn't have bothered yourself. I would have done it myself.

“We all need help sometimes,” I said ironically, holding out a pack of condoms to her. She took them out of my hands and put them in her purse in a neutral tone when she left the office:

- That's exactly why you shouldn't have bothered yourself. More worthy young people can always help me.

Flushing like a torch, I silently sat back in the chair. Hearing from a blondie that you are not good enough for her is always humiliating. Especially standing with one foot on the dismissal, apparently she understood that.

“By the way, it's time for you,” she said, and left the office, closing the doors. Gathering courage, I went then to the office. Inside sat Ivan Pilipovich and a girl unfamiliar to me earlier, it was impossible to understand from the back. They were talking about something, but when I entered the conversation stopped. Turning to me, the stranger tossed a strand from her face and squinted at me. They say about such people: she is not a written beauty and not a model, but she is damn effective and seductive, otherwise I could not describe her. Hair under the square but to the shoulders the color of sea buckthorn, small plump lips that she bit, and eyes like the Barents Sea. Looking at them you seemed to plunge into the depths, without any chance to let the air into the lungs. Incredibly bulky and deep, like a freshly brewed ale.

She was sitting half-turned to me with her legs crossed and watchfully watching me, as if I was some kind of maniac or rapist. There was nothing surprising in this, because I frankly stared at her. Lowering my eyes just below, I looked at her round hips and neat round ass. Part of the priests peeking out from under the white dress in red stripes. White flesh beckoned the eyes so that my kukan began to fill with blood, and blue shoes with a small heel completed her today's outfit. Probably in my opinion it was possible to read, if there was no such thing as a criminal code, I would have rattled this cat right in that chair.

- Young man, sit down. Get acquainted - this is our lead accountant, Zaryanova Oksana Vladimirovna, and as you understand, the general director of Forsunkov, Ivan Pilipovich, - he said. I immediately proceeded then to the chair so that my flag was not noticeable, although it was obvious in Oksana’s eyes that she had noticed everything. Bowing her head to the side, she smiled, exposing her little white teeth.

- Dear, because of your irresponsibility in work, we found ourselves without a substantial part of the money we were counting on. What can you tell us about this? - he continued. I silently stared at one point and was silent, because then it seemed to me that everything had already been decided before me for these 10 minutes while I was sitting, and it would be humiliating to bleat about innocence, but who would need my ransackers there. About a minute passed in silence until I realized that all this time I was staring at Oksana’s chest, which was now heaving up and down, very attractively heaving. Probably because of the push-up effect of the boobs tits seemed to be of the full third size, and even most were in full view.Horseradish with him that I was staring at them, this was noticed by Oksana and Ivan Pilipovich, who, coughing, said:

- Young man, I understand that Oksana Vladimirovna is a beautiful and unmarried girl, but please, stop raping her with a look and tell me why you should not be fired?

My face and neck turned red after his words, and I quickly fixed my eyes on the table, noting that Oksana was not even embarrassed, continuing to watch me without saying a word. Opening his mouth, I croaked:

- I have nothing to say. Do as you see fit. What else was added?

Meanwhile, Oksana roused herself and sat down, evenly speaking in a soft purring voice:

- Ivan Pilipovich, I have repeatedly told you that the bearings should have been returned by his boss, - pointing at me with a neat finger. Rising from the table and gently shaking her hips, she went to my chair with her hand on my shoulder. I was enveloped in a cloud of her perfume, very sweet and pleasant. Running over her figure I nervously swallowed a lump trying to look away from her, which was extremely problematic. She seemed to hypnotize me, suppressing all the will to resist her. Perhaps, if she had told me then - kill for the night with me, I would not hesitate to ask who.

- Why did you keep silent that you work only a month and do not even have a power of attorney to carry out returns abroad? - she said, smiling. Passing an arm around my shoulder, she abruptly walked to the window, looking into the distance. Ivan Pilipovich raised his eyebrows said:

- It's true?

“True,” I said.

- Why are you silent about this? - Ivan Pilipovich also got up from the table and started walking back and forth around the office. Looking away from Oksana, I tried to quietly fix my jeans. The riser was unreal, and it seemed to me that if I continued to look at it, I would fill in all my pants. It seemed wild to me, because I did not experience such excitement even when I first had sex with my girlfriend. True, I had one girl, I was not lucky with them. The money of the person was not to drive them somewhere, and I was too shy about them.

- If I were the first to say this, would someone believe me? And it seems like Alice confirmed the words of the chief, - I said, grinning.

“Pf, we all know that Alice and others like her in the supply department are ready for anything if only they were given a bigger prize,” said Oksana, snorting.

- Ivan Pilipovich, the guy is not to blame, he just got in the wrong department. I will return the bearings, since I initially suspected that everything will be so. Additional agreement to extend the return period on your table on the signature. I took the money for salaries from the reserve, after 7 days I will transfer them back there. And Roman will know you - not to trust anyone in the department, ”Oksana said. Saying goodbye, she left the office, leaving the CEO in thought, and me with a hellish riser. Sharpening in a chair, I caught the attention of Ivan Pilipovich.

“Go, employee of the year already,” he said, grinning. Having mumbled the words of farewell, I then got together and went home.

Shaking my head and driving away all those memories, I headed to the counter where the plates of food were left. It was really necessary to go to finish the work, and the next stand-up interfered with this. All the same, Oksana was sitting at the table and when looking at her, my penis started to hurt. Already leaving the dining room, I did not notice her look, very appreciative and mysterious.

Carry on with the report until the end of the day, I went home not myself. A member was sick and throbbed throughout the day, as Oksana acted on me. She appeared to be about 27 years old, although it was hard to tell exactly how much she was to her. When I went home, I saw a note on the table, “Son, I packed up and went to rest in the Crimea. Behave yourself, food in the fridge. Mama". For all the memories during the day, I completely stumbled out of my head that my mother drove off to rest with her friend, and she would not be home for a month. Going into the bathroom and taking a shower, I ran to the computer to relieve tension. I could never just jerk off in the shower and imagine someone, I needed a visual picture.Having found a video on my favorite resource about how to fuck a red accountant on the table, I began to drive the skin like crazy. In less than a minute I filled the carpet in the room with sperm, taking a breath. Devil's Oksana I even dreamed of this video. This is an obsession for some thought I was washing my hands in the bathroom. Trying to distract myself from thinking about her, I went to the balcony to dig in books of my grandmother and grandfather. Fortunately, this worm did not have time to drive them to someone then, apparently took at the price of waste paper. My grandfather and grandmother worked in the research institute "Mananazem" which explored Spanish culture, and the literature itself was relevant. My attention was attracted by the yellow book, without any inscriptions, although I had never seen it here before. Apparently I was lying under a common pile Picking up a volume, he seemed to me very warm, even though it was very cloudy and cool on the street. When I opened it, I saw a blank sheet, although the inscription "... Embodiment of Light - unite our ranks in the fight against the approaching darkness was clearly visible on it "What kind of nonsense I looked through the page where there was some sort of rubbish in Spanish. Already closing the book, it seemed to me a deaf thud in it, as if something had fallen out of it. When I opened the last page, I saw a white medallion, it felt very warm and smooth. like ivory. Taking it completely into my hand, I felt as if the medallion had shot a finger through my throat from which blood had flown. Part of it hit the book, and putting my finger in my mouth, I tried to wipe the blood from the paper. Taking the medallion into my hand, there was no limit to my surprise, because on the pages that were smeared with blood, inscriptions appeared already in Russian. Looking at them, I read the following text, which was like water spreading across the page:

“... we got the knowledge that will finally help us in the war with this scourge. The messengers of the underworld - the witches flooded Spain and finally want to open the gates to hell near Castile. Thanks to this amulet, we can learn the secrets of the witches. He forces the demon in the guise of an innocent girl to fulfill one wish per day. We in the basement are already sitting devilish offspring koto ... "

Then the text broke as if the ink ran out. I guessed that my blood from the cut is a kind of ink that writes text to me with an invisible hand. Having stopped sucking on a finger, I began squeezing drops of blood onto a sheet that, like a sponge, began to absorb it.

“... which is hiding behind the guise of an innocent girl. Key word to activate the medallion tentrum warde merum FORCE. God help us in this war.

Franz Ferdinand 1492 year. "

Of course, I always dreamed of something like that, but it seemed to me that this was just another divorce with a little book. The blood was a kind of purple radiation for the page, but the fact that the text appeared from the blood that I was dripping confused me. What to guess, tomorrow I will check everything at work, it will definitely not be worse. With these thoughts, I went to play at the computer, taking with me the medallion and the book.

P. S This is my first attempt to write my own story. I hope it will go further and it will be more interesting to read. Criticism and suggestions are waiting in the comments).