snacks and sets of tempting delicacies. Impressive portions with several types of meat - lamb exaggerated meatballs with egg, calf escalope with strawberries and cream, duck in white wine sauce, chicken stuffed with apples, crayfish soup, juicy kebab; plates with various salads - Greek, with early spring vegetables, shrimp soufflé, pickled mushrooms, smoked salmon, salted cucumbers; desserts - black and red caviar, strawberries in sour cream, frozen cranberries, peaches in a pink martini, the sweetest melon, other vegetables and fruits. A little distance away, in silver vases, golden-colored pies and pasties, waffle rolls with cream and chocolate, white and black bread, the freshest Uzbek tortillas.

Multicolored bottles with expensive whiskey, vintage cognac, Russian vodka, pink martini, French champagne, Spanish white and red wine, Czech cold beer were solemnly lined up on a glass coffee table.

Inga, having slightly muffled the illumination, lit the little candles and placed them on the shelves of the closet so that warm yellow lights trembled on the ceiling and walls, creating an atmosphere of comfort and tranquility. Background played light instrumental music.

On the left hand of the director of the holding, on the couch is the director of one of the illegal casinos, Leonid Igorevich. He was absolutely charming and entertained the whole company throughout the dinner. He was thirty-two years old. His neatly trimmed beard was much darker than his blond hair. He was wearing a light blue suit with a blue silk tie. Natural blond hair color attracted the eye. Thick and wavy, they fell slightly on a broad forehead. Blue pupils looked affectionately and friendly, despite the fact that Roman Petrovich from time to time threw dissatisfied glances in his direction.

Leonid was very sociable and sociable, had a great sense of humor and a practical outlook on life, which was so necessary for this kind of work. Absolutely all the employees of the underground casino depended on him - bartenders, waiters, dealers, croupiers and managers. He chose the employees himself, taking into account not only their professional but also personal qualities.

Next to him, on the couch, sat a fat man with pale skin and dark, curly hair, graying at the temples. Judging by the wrinkles on his face, he was over fifty. Tired, shaved, face, round jaw, double chin, fleshy nose with a crook. It was Lev Davidovich, the chief accountant of the holding. To his left was a shabby, black leather briefcase.

On the right hand of Roman Petrovich, Viktor Sergeevich himself settled as a generous and good-natured host.

Inga-same got a little away from the rest, at the other end of the table, closer to the door, trying not to interfere with the conversation of men. She only occasionally went out to the director’s office to replace dishes, drinks, and used utensils ...

“Invite your girlfriends,” said Roman Petrovich loudly, in an orderly tone, addressing the blond secretary. - Let them dilute our men's company.

After a couple of minutes, returning to the room with the girls, Inga, in an official tone, presented her assistants:

- Svetlana and Anastasia, - and, nodding toward the two chairs standing at the table, offered. - Sit down, girls.

“Eeee, no,” Leonid Igorevich exclaimed in a broken voice, gazing at the charming sexy blonde in a short dress with a low decollete, generously revealing her gorgeous bosom and deep cut on her back, emphasizing every seductive curve of her body. - Let Svetlana sit next to me.

The girl smiled radiantly and nodded her head.Climbing onto the couch and settling between the men, she involuntarily leaned over and, due to this movement, her full elastic breasts seductively rounded and her light brown nipples became even clearer.

Nastya wanted to sink into a chair standing next to her, but Viktor Sergeevich grabbed her arm and almost forcibly put her on the chair next to her. The young girl turned red. Also because she felt naked in this dress. With every sharp movement, she was afraid that her young elastic breasts would jump out of the neckline, and the short skirt would close even higher.

Listening to the conversations of guests from Moscow, the girls, unwittingly embarrassed and blushing, gradually got used to the unusual situation. Sipping whiskey with ice, they looked at the interlocutors with interest, with wide eyes and arched thin elegant eyebrows. In their frank dresses, tight-fitting young rounded breasts and long chiseled hands, young girlfriends now and then caught the frank glances of men.

Nastya tried to look calm and serene. Gilding, crystal, porcelain - everything looked elegant and beautiful. Fresh flowers, dim light, intimate atmosphere, pleasing to the eye, delicious food - to dine in the same luxury inexperienced girl has not yet had. But she clearly did not fully understand what men were saying. And whether they were married or not, they were independent people. Their interests mainly revolved around business, women and bed games, but not with legitimate wives. In the course of the conversation, the girls looked in surprise from one man to another.

Time flowed by and the conversation at the table continued. They talked about everything - about the weather, about the situation in the country and the world, about the development of the hotel business, discussed Moscow rumors and gossip. The conversation continued in about the same way, until almost everyone was full. A bellied glass of vodka and ice was passed around several times in a circle. The girls tried to refuse, but they were persuaded to take a sip. And Svetlana, slightly drunk, sipped, even gave the whole company a radiant smile.

Sitting in a dark room and sipping a strong and fragrant whiskey, the girls soon relaxed and felt light and at ease. Only Inga kept herself in hand, almost never drank, and often went out to the office, changing cutlery and dishes ...

“You interested me, Svetlana,” Leonid Igorevich whispered slightly, almost touching his beard with the ear of a sexy blonde.

- What exactly? - the curious saleswoman of magazines was curious.

An intoxicating aroma emanated from her, her amazing breasts shimmered under a low-cut dress, and her sharp thighs were clearly outlined under him.

“You are very sexy,” he stroked her bare arm and moved close to her.

The girl clearly felt the touch of his legs under the table. Heart pounding in her chest, goose bumps crawling on her back. He put his left hand on her appetizing thigh and gently at first, and then began to press and stroke him more and more persistently. To her amazement, she realized that she was excited. Knees trembled, nipples hardened, breathing increased. Their bodies nestled closer together. Meanwhile, the hand, not allowing it to come to its senses, had already penetrated under the dress and deftly reached the lace panties. Sveta slightly stirred, realizing that she had to resist, but male fingers quickly penetrated under the fabric and began to gently caress the fleshy smooth pubis. She felt dizzy and started throwing it into heat and cold. The vagina began to shrink convulsively, the clitoris grew and trembled. She spread her legs wider, sticking out her lower abdomen. Fortunately, no one at the table noticed her condition.

Unable to resist temptation, Svetlana quietly unbuttoned her fly, penetrating men's panties, eagerly grabbed Leonid's erect member and began to squeeze and iron secretly. She simply melted away from the sensation of firmness and solidity of this manhood, generously covered with swollen blood vessels, hot and velvety to the touch with a scarlet head.

The man, moaning with pleasure, but trying not to attract attention to himself, also caressed the wet crotch and penetrated the juicy inside with his fingers. Having made her spread her legs wider under the table, he pushed his middle finger into the wet crevice of the gorgeous girl and began to rub the area of ​​the clitoris with his palm.

Svetlana made a soothing sigh and exhaled softly whispered:

- Stop, Leonid, I ask you ...

“A little more,” he croaked in response. - Quickly jerk it off.

She energetically, as far as possible, so that no one noticed, moved her hand. Tablecloth reliably hid these rhythmic movements. After a few moments, there was a stifled cry, noisy breathing, and she felt a warm clot fly out from a hole in the phallus head, under the table, followed by a second one, then a third one ...

A minute later, Leonid Igorevich, imperceptibly smacked the girl in the white shoulder and slightly moved away.

“I need to get some air, spend some five minutes in the open air,” said the beautiful blonde with a smile, and left the table.

She quickly went through the director's office, the reception room, in which Roman Petrovich’s bodyguard, Valery, rested on the couch, went out into the corridor and took the elevator down to the toilet. Her gorgeous, languishing body simply demanded relaxation.

She hastily put herself in order, she returned to Inga’s reception room - a spacious room with high ceilings, pasted over with light blue wallpapers, in which stood white modern furniture with office equipment, a glass coffee table, a few chairs and a huge, leather, soft sofa.

The light was bright in the room. The curtains were pulled back, and beyond the window in the distance there was a long, patterned bridge shining with colorful lights across the river, glistening in the moonlight.

- Are you bored, Valery? She cooed. - Bring something?

Valery, taking off his jacket, carelessly threw it on a chair, and now Svetlana’s eyes were shown a powerful torso girdled with straps and a holster with the pistol grip sticking out of it.

With a bodyguard, they have already met earlier. The young man in a beautifully tailored suit looked like a dark-haired god — tanned, muscular, healthy, with deft, confident movements, with an athlete’s posture and dark skin. From him breathed freshness and purity, confidence and strength. It was obvious that he was from the breed of real bodyguards - a top-class professional.

“Juice, if you can,” he said, and looked at Svetlana with an appraising glance from head to toe, without missing a single detail. The cut on her dress was slightly sold, revealing almost all the elastic soft-white thigh. - Alcohol at my work is impossible.

While serving a glass of juice, she felt how enchanted he was looking at her half-naked, lush chest.

I see what I like, she thought. - Now she will surely ask: “Svetlana, are you married?”.

- Svetlana, are you married? - as if reading her thoughts, asked Valery.

“Men are so predictable!” She thought, smiling mysteriously, replied:

- No, I'm divorced.

And sitting down on the sofa next to him, I felt the heat emanating from his body. Looking uneasily at his trousers, she inhaled the scent of his cologne. Looking down at the hands of the young bodyguard, she noticed a wedding ring on her finger. Of course, he was married! So what if he is on a business trip now!

Sipping juice, Valery also burned his eyes juicy blonde. It was really worth admiring. Several strands of blond hair were knocked out of a bundle of ponytail and lay down smoothly on a slender neck. White elastic chest charmingly heaved under a thin matter. A light dress tightly fitting seductive bulges hips and buttocks, showing a graceful line of legs. Beautiful, spectacular and very, very sexy young woman! Recently, Valery has often dreamed of a girl with such a luxurious body. And who would not dream?

(To be continued)

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