I woke up somehow suddenly. Suddenly, a light dream suddenly gave way to anxious reality. First foolish thought - Where am I?

Through the translucent curtains oozed gray dawn.

Giving sharpness to the environment, I realized that I was at home. Moreover, I'm in my pretty decent double bed. “Aha,” a lazy thought came to mind, “it's better!”

"Yes, which one, damn better?" - immediately flashed like a lightning in my head, - who the fucking hour is? I'm kind of late for work! ”

And again the soothing thought - “What work? Today is not my way out! Anyway - I'm on vacation since yesterday! ”

Calming down, I again buried my head in the pillow, stretched sweetly, yawned so that my jaw cracked.

Near someone moved.

"Pancake! And this is another thing? - I was tense again.

Climbing up on my elbows, I looked to the left. On the pillow rested the head of a pretty blond girl. Eyes were closed.

My girlfriend Anya slept sweetly (well, it's not Ryzhik!).

"It is impossible to have a break!" - I thought, - commercials, in general, you can be incomprehensible where it is not clear with whom! ”

Lifting the blanket, and looking down, I realized that from the clothes I was wearing only curly pubic hair. Hand gently spent on the thigh Anyutka - the same naked!

Apparently we had an affinity? !!

The question is - is this why I do not remember anything from what happened the day before?

Leaning back on the pillows, I began to restore yesterday. Heavy thoughts lazily tossed under the roof of the skull. Memories, suppressed by a solid dose of alcohol and cigarette smog (why did we smoke there yesterday?), Didn’t want to come back. Yesterday I clearly spent very interesting.

Who else would tell how?

It remains only to revive the details!

I closed my eyes, painfully recalling what was there.

Country closed club "Zarechnoye", the general hall of the restaurant, the far-off employees of our office and some girls from the tax.

Annoying pestering Lenochka from the logistics department.

Live music. Stripping contest, which won either Lera, or Vera, or Lena?

And figs with her! What's the difference!

And then the triumphant exit to the pole "drunk in the trash" Nelly Vladimirovna. And oh-oh!

Oh! What was she doing there!

Not!

Stop!

Obviously worth starting over! The evening was definitely worth remembering in all the nice details!

So, on July 28th.

The anniversary of the existence of our office. LLC Rostov Customs Logistics Agency (abbreviated RTLA) celebrated the year of successful work in the territory of Rec. The port.

Our bosses from Moscow (we must pay tribute to them!) Have allocated a decent piece of dough to hold a corporate party. Thanks to such an attraction of unprecedented generosity - our team could not just afford to go to a decent restaurant, but even rent a country club of a closed type with a veranda, gazebos, more than decent cuisine, live music, a bar like included.

And most importantly - security! We were guaranteed to be protected from the sudden appearance of an undesirable foreign element, such as "brother", "cool", "major", "givi" and the like until the very end of the banquet.

By that time I had already been promoted to head of the transit department. Me and my boss had to solve questions on the organization of the party. The only drawback (and perhaps a plus?) Was the fact that girls and boys from the tax Kirovsky district had to walk with us. They rented a hall before us, but since there were about 20 people, and no more than 30 of us, we came to the conclusion that we would not interfere with each other. And then in cramped and not mad!

Together more fun!

“So, yesterday was a corporate party! This is already something ”- I thought, the details of the party in colors stood before my eyes.

At first, everything was boring and routine.Girls and women, combed, painted in the shine of beauty and health, a la "I put on all the best at once"! Men - who are in fashionable suits, who are in "jeans" and expensive "cowboys".

The pleasant muffled light of the general hall of the restaurant, the richly laid tables, bursting with expensive snacks. Champagne, wine, brandy and whiskey! Live music, small stage. A chic bar for those “who are not enough” (however, by the end of the holiday, all the survivors regularly quenched their thirst for alcohol there).

The number of women is several times higher than the number of strong sex. To be honest, of the men on our side there was a leader, his deputy Anton, I, Andrew, the shift shift. In the camp of tax officials and even less - a respectable-looking man with gray hair and some kind of young troubbled dude who came to a party in the company of a defiantly dressed (or rather, naked) young person, whom he frankly pawed at all the places without embarrassment.

The holiday began at 19–00. At first, everything was decorous and decent. We made toasts, drank alcohol, abundantly ate snacks, told jokes and funny stories, laughed, sent alcohol to colleagues in the hall in honor of the anniversary of the Kirov branch of the tax department. In response, they congratulated RTLA LLC and the “cool guys and girls” from this office several times. In general, everything is as usual. Those who wanted to dance came off on the dance floor, those who wanted to smoke and talk “for life” went out into the street and, in close company, sat down in the gazebos.

Somewhere to 23–00, the bosses and employees of both companies, burdened with families, and commitments dispersed into their homes. Remained the most persistent, fun and free. We have 20 people, 15 people have a tax. Of the men, I and a young bastard, too enthusiastic about my young slut to somehow compete with me as an object of female attention, and he drove off somewhere in half an hour.

The degree of a holiday increased.

The degree of emancipation of the women around me grew in direct proportion to the amount of alcohol consumed.

Generally, I drink a little. I don’t really like it when three hangover friends - Mutya, Truba and Panty are tortured by an unhappy male body in the morning in case of busting. I know perfectly well how much and what I can eat so that it does not have bad things in the morning. I have another pleasure from the party - I like to sit aside and watch the people around me.

Take my word for it - there is nothing more exciting.

Try it yourself!

This is much better than the most exciting movie!

More than once I had to be a witness, as outwardly very decent and respectable people (employees of tax, customs, administrations, educational institutions, expensive businessmen, their wives and girlfriends, etc.), those who in everyday everyday life represent a brilliant background of power and wealth, role models, self-restraint and chastity. Those who “teach” the life of us every day in the newspapers, via the Internet and “zomboyaschik”, after a couple - three of servings of elite “booze” begin to create something that in the coolest thriller with elements of porno-eroticism not every director dares to show!

Today's party is no exception!

I picked up the necessary condition, watched the girls on the dance floor with interest. There was something to see!

Cute crochet burned to the fullest!

Suddenly, someone hit a chair next to me. I looked at the neighbor, or rather the neighbor.

Helen from the logistics department.

Lena was a thin tall girl with a shock of bright red hair. For which everyone lovingly called her Sunny or Ryzhik. Lena was quiet and modest. From the very beginning of the party, she had a lousy mood because of what she threw herself cool whiskey and brandy.

I smiled at Lenchik.

- Let's go dancing! - Ryzhik smiled drunkenly - I invite you!

- Lenchik, I'm not sure what I want, - actually, I rarely dance.

- Failure will not accept! - Sternly frowning, Lena pulled my hand on the dance floor.

I have a good sense of rhythm, so I manage to move quite tolerably ...