On Friday, December 23rd, Dmitry told his boss that he would sell all the secrets to competitors if he didn't go on vacation that week! The chief appreciated the humor and agreed with the inevitable.

- Even on the corporate will not stay? Go ahead, Dima, - he said, - anyway, you sleep on the go for the last week. Looked in the mirror for a long time?

Dima replied that the boss also looked more like Koshcheyev’s death than the general director. And on the corporate party without it, everyone will get more vodka, snacks and fresh girls. So we parted, pleased with each other.

To celebrate, Dmitry decided to get drilled far away, better in the other hemisphere. He was lucky: tore at half price a burning tour to a large island in the Indian Ocean. I took the first step in the New Year with a small miracle: it flies wherever it wants, cheaply and angrily!

Having let out more than half a day in the air, the vacationer stepped out of the air-conditioned cabin of the liner into the bathiness of the tropical evening party. A group of seven people got into a small bus, when the sun, moving in an unusual way - right to left, quickly dived over the horizon. It instantly became dark.

Immediately move failed. The companion of a balding plump guy, perched at the window, suddenly declared that she would not go anywhere until she signed. Her cavalier embarrassedly zashikal, pouring purple, but the girl barked, raising his voice almost to the cry:

- And if I'm pissing around here? Let go, intellectual!

Finally, let's go. The darkness stood impenetrable around, only ahead of it accelerated the yellow headlights. Instilling good manners to his obstinate friend, Gundel, in a low voice, Well-Fat Smooth, but some kind of winding road made a nap.

Suddenly it turned out that the bus was standing, and two figures in shapeless camouflage, poking at the driver and guide with pistols, pushed them out of the cabin. In broken English, one of the figures said that the passengers are now captives! The companion of Plused, having jumped up, has raided, like, who you are, to detain me, but a pistol shot overhead instantly cooled her ardor. The white ceiling of the bus decorated the bullet hole. With a gasp, the girl flopped down next to a friend. Poured on the floor ...

For an hour, the bus was winding along the forest dirt road, and for another half an hour, it took the soul off-road. We stopped. Prisoners were driven into a dark structure. Locked the doors. Women together threw a tantrum. Plump joined them and quietly whined, and Dmitry with two other men began to discuss the situation in the spirit of “hello, Ass - New Year!” At the same time, they introduced themselves to each other. One, without any special signs, called himself Kolyan, the other, tattooed from the wrists to the neck, Artem.

Four small windows lit up right under the roof: the sun rose. It became clear that the unlucky tourists were locked in a large hut with a dirt floor and walls of thick bamboo trunks driven into the ground. The trunks are unshakable, tiny windows - do not climb.

Despite the protests of frightened women, Dima began to beat up the door with his hands and feet. A pair of shots outside, in the upper edge of the door holes lit up, splinters fell on the buzotera. He bounced deep into the shed.

The doors flew open. Two black silhouettes painted in a brightly lit opening. The silhouettes were feminine: long-haired, with thin waists. In the hands of large pistols. And again broken English: "women go out!"

“To the New Year's table? On the kebab izvedut? Or on a saute with pineapples? ”Thought Dmitriy, looking at the hardened, grayed faces of the captives. From the doorway again it sounded: “Women are going out!” The tone was not mandative, but rather coaxing. Can not eat? At least right away.

The women were taken away, and the rest were told: "Men be quiet!"

It remained to wait. Mobile phones did not catch any network. It was getting hotter by the minute in the barn. I wanted to drink.

An hour later the door opened, four liter bottles of Coca-Cola flew into the gap. Dmitry did not like Coke, but he wanted to drink brutally, and the bottles turned out to be cold. Plump sucked his liter with unbelievable speed, and envious glances around the rest, stretching pleasure.

Dima slowly sipped sweet cold drink. Once given to drink, and not water from a puddle, once women were asked to leave the barn, maybe not so bad?

Only ... how can this be understood ?! What the hell?! Dmitri's member behaved completely incongruous situation: he stood upright! And not just got up, and poured up to the ringing! The feeling was as if the pulsation of blood in it echoed in the molar teeth!

From the unnaturally careless faces of the rest, Dima realized that their organisms had thrown out a similar trick. However, not everyone succeeded in pretending that nothing of the kind happened. Plump, blown the whole bottle, went to the far corner, turned his back and earned an intense hand. He was still pulling backwards, fertilizing the bamboo wall when the doors opened again. The shining rectangle of the opening this time was decorated with three silhouettes each other more seductive! And the appeal was followed in meager, but quite correct English. It was ordered to remove all the clothes and go out one by one with arms raised.

So the captives went outside. Naked, with raised hands and standing members, surprised by the fact that the plump did not drop his dignity and walked, amazed no less than the others!

Guards armed to the teeth. Two with short rifles, on the belts - a sheath with hacksaws of impressive size and holsters with protruding handles of pistols. The third big gun clutched in her hand. In addition to weapons, on the convoy were only short camouflage shorts and sand-colored army boots. With machine guns - very young light-chocolate girls, with a gun - a beauty of the same color, about twenty-five years old, obviously their boss.

Tourists were led along a road paved with wooden butt ends separating two orders of completely cultural houses, not at all like squalid huts made of palm leaves!

The group slowly moved, ahead of local nymphs in frivolous robes. To call it a dress would be even an exaggeration. The insignificant white skirts, long closer to wide belts, barely covered the strong elastic ass. There are white beads around their necks, white bracelets on their wrists and ankles. And that's it! White shone on the aboriginal chocolate skin. The range of varieties of chocolate pleased: from dark bitter to light milk!

To say that the procession of a column of men with protruding members caused great interest among the local population, of course, is possible, but with a stretch. No one was staring, giggling or pointing. Mowed, perhaps, but not slowing down.

The route ended on the square, paved with the ends, just like the road. In the middle was a large white tent with folded canopies on the southern and eastern sides. In the tent on the dais of smooth and shiny dark wood planks - a short long table, laden with dishes from Madagascar pickles. Along the table there are mats covered with white cloth, on which a multitude of pillows are red. Around the pillars that support the tent, the white cloth is caught in red cords.

Dmitry caught himself thinking that he somehow somehow perceived the wild situation in which he was in a normal way. Neither his own nudity, nor the persistent causeless erection, nor the strange society in which he fell, did not cause the slightest surprise! The psyche responded to circumstances as if to an erotic dream with elements of adventure. I had to pinch myself painfully. It seems not a dream! I recalled a statement read somewhere that if you close your eyes in a dream and then open them again, you will find yourself in another dream. Shut down Opened He saw his own standing member, sticking out the bodies of three men, next to him a big-breasted, heavily armed convoy, white and red decoration of the tent and aboriginal occupying seats at the table. Not a dream, it means.

On one side of the table are mature women. Dima called them mothers.The age of people of another race is difficult to determine, especially if you see them for the first time, but these were in the region of thirty. On the other side sat down in a row of sheer virgins. "Mommy", ...