The table in the hall was laid for a long time, but for the time being, only Katya and Nastya started eating. Anton walked nervously at the door, and as soon as Alexey appeared in a wide corridor, he jumped towards him and took him aside.

- Lyokh, I did not quite understand you!

- Come on, Anton, have already passed ...

- No, you explain! You looked at me as an enemy of the people. It seemed to me that even in the teeth you can move. What is this bullshit?

- This is from surprise. The door opens, and here my wife is naked ... and you.

- So what?

- Yes, I now realized that “so what”, but then somehow it all looked wild.

- Ely-burns, what's so wild about it? Have you ever seen your wife with another?

- Not.

- Seriously?

- Seriously. She did not sleep with other men ... at least with me.

- So fuck then you come here?

- For this and pinned up! - Alexey was annoyed by the impulsive assertiveness of the interlocutor.

- Well, listen, then you have to decide - or you will calmly relate to this, or collect things so as not to spoil everything.

- Yes, everything is fine ... Well, I say, it's just by surprise.

“Then we agreed,” Anton looked into Alexey’s eyes with relief. “You understand, it turned out that we were in the same room.” Well I will fuck her anyway. You have a cool one!

- Okay ... okay ... - Alexey shrugged it off, - calm down. Let's go eat. I already have no strength.

- And where did they go? - with interested eyes flashed Anton, - Olesya my, I suppose, fucked?

- Yes.

- Well, young man! So everyone got acquainted! Now you can have dinner!

Alexey sat at the table opposite Nastya, and she carefully looked at her husband:

- All is well, Lesh?

- Yes, good. What does this feed us?

- This is beefshex with an egg ... and ... some kind of protein shake.

“It looks more like sperm,” clarified the brunette Katya, who was sitting next to her, and immediately drained the floor of the glass, leaving a translucent liquid over her lip - right?

She slyly winked at Alexey and revealingly licked her lips.

- Lesh ... - Nastya called again.

- What?

- Is everything all right? You're some kind of ... depressed.

Alexey smiled through force:

- Everything is good, Nastya ... I'm just tired. Let's eat.

In the corridor Milana’s voice was heard:

- Now you will have dinner and meet your colleagues. Then rest. Tomorrow I will tell you more.

A steward entered the kitchen, followed by a dark haired boy and three short girls. Rather, there were only two girls — the third was a rather mature, but very pretty woman under thirty-five or forty years. Probably due to her small stature and fragile figure, she looked too youthful.

All diners turned around curiously.

- Here, guys, meet. These are your colleagues. Tomorrow you will entertain guests together. Communicate, eat, have fun! Enjoy your meal and pastime. Tomorrow morning we are going to all here for further instructions, - Milana smiled on duty and left the dining room.

“Thank you ...” several voices responded at once with her.

Alexey carefully examined the arrivals. The guy was tall, stately, with transparent blue eyes and beautiful features. A checkered shirt with short sleeves, revealing strong, wiry hands. Straight model for the cover. But the guy interested him the least. Only now Lyosha noticed that two young girls are twins. Immediately he did not notice this, because they were too different clothes: on one - a tight-fitting short dress of scarlet color and shoes, and on the other - a children's T-shirt with a mickey mouse on the chest, and faded jeans with torn holes on the hips. Legs decorated pink makasin. And the hairstyles were radically different - the first one had red curls with disheveled waves running down on its shoulders, and the second had a tight tail behind its back. But all the same faces and figures were exactly the same.The woman had a rather strict, but unusually beautiful, tanned face with a straight line of lips, slightly arched eyebrows arched up and a neat narrow nose with a small dimple on the tip. A long braid of dark hair, tied at the end with a thin yellow elastic band with a small bow, was thrown over the shoulder. She was dressed in plaid pants and a beige light jacket, through which the white contour of her bra shone through. The “newcomers” also looked with interest at the half-naked figures of the supper colleagues.

- Good evening ... - the woman broke the silence, - let us be the first to introduce ourselves. My name is Lyudmila, this young man is Egor, and the girls Alena and Alina ... really, who of them is who, I myself have not remembered.

The girls laughed merrily:

“I'm Alina,” the one in the T-shirt said loudly.

“And I am Alena,” a girl in a dress had already cast her voice.

- I'm Anton! - the man happily jumped off the seat and, after shaking the hand of the guy, grabbed the twins by the shoulders, directing them to the table - Let's have supper until nothing is cold.

- Cool here! - the sisters shared their emotions, - Such chic! Such an entourage!

They chatted non-stop, practically focusing on themselves all the attention of the audience. The girls were novice artists. They got into the program of “avant-of-life” because of their irrepressible adventurism and sexual energy, believing that you should try everything in life. During dinner, it also turned out that Egor, like Katerina, tried to make a career in the porn industry, but for some reason did not pass the casting, and got here as instructed by the producer, for "training." Lyudmila alone did not tell anything about herself. Listening carefully to the table talks, she aristocraticly cut off small pieces of meat with a knife and sent them into her mouth at the tip of the fork.

After dinner, Alex felt an unprecedented surge of strength. Apparently, really, something was mixed in the food. And, maybe, just the body for a day hungry for calories.

Immediately after dinner, he hurried to leave the dining room, so as not to run into his wife's questions again. The last thing I wanted now was to discuss what had happened, especially since there was nothing to say. He accepted for himself the rule that, while they were here, his wife did not belong to him. Each by itself. But the ears still sounded in the ears echoing into the soul: “Well, I’ll still fuck her. You have a great one! ”... and a trickle of sperm flowing from the vagina ...

Lyosha shook his head. The room in which he found himself after fleeing the dining room was an elongated hall, about seven meters long and at least three wide. Dim spotlights threw even light stripes on the burgundy wallpaper of the walls, just above the three strange holes in the wall, made at the waist level. In diameter, they were about thirty centimeters and opened up a secret dark room on the other side of the wall. Lesha bent down and stuck his head in the hole. There was found a small room with three soft couches, pressed close to the wall. Now it dawned on Alexey. Such he saw in the old porn movie. A girl should go to the couch, pushing her lower body into the corridor. Here are the shackles on the wall to chain the legs of the unhappy. In such a defenseless position with her you could do anything. As soon as this thought was born in the head, a member instantly reacted, pouring blood. Calm him no longer work. So Alex and left the room with a tool strenuously sticking out from under the elastic of his underpants. He crossed the empty ballroom again and peered through another door. What is there just was not. Several lamps in red shades hung from the ceiling, dimly illuminating numerous machines for chaining naked bodies in various poses in order to make them less mobile and more accessible. On the floor lay a leather whip. Strange. Milana seems to have said that violence is prohibited here. Looking around ...