Only fifteen minutes after leaving the office, Gabriela woke up and tried to figure out where she had wandered. A quarter of an hour ago, she had an interview for the position of secretary in a large company, she was not told no or yes (but they should), her last interview turned into the penultimate one. She will be invited again tomorrow. Or the day after tomorrow. Accurately invited to meet again, and most likely will take. You just have to wait. Business - a day or two to pass. How simple it is for HiCar big company.

Not so easy for poor girl Gaby. She came to Prague from another country. And now it is completely unclear where to wash for two days. To go home is expensive, and there is a possibility that they can call tomorrow morning and say: “Come on, dear Gabriela, come right now. Well, or after half an hour ... "And what to say?

So you need to somehow hold out. To stand. But how? Without money.

The cheapest way is at the train station. But there is a sea of ​​police, it is likely that there will be problems. Oh, what could be the problem.

Cheap hotel. Very cheap. The cheapest. Ask to spend the night for a side job as a cleaner. Or dishwasher.

Gaby walked slowly down the street and carefully read the signs of shops and other establishments on the first floors of the houses, wondering where she could “knock on a bed”. For anything ...

Score.

Cafe. May be?

Barbershop?..

Club Sabinovka. Erotic movies, sex shops and Gloryhole.

Gaby stopped, and she was thrown into a fever - she knew what it was, Gloryhole. Gaby looked cautiously around - it seemed to her that the fact that she had become so interested in this sign was extremely indecent and shameful. But around it was not crowded, and no one had anything to do with it. At the entrance to the den of debauchery no one at all. It is possible that it is closed.

Gaby went to the door, stopped again, looking around, studying the faces of rare passersby, hoping that no one was with her new potential work, quickly pulled the door and slipped into the room.

Immediately at the entrance, a strong, shaven man — and even more awful and sinister from that — the guard turned his head to one side and began to look more attentively, though without emotion.

“Hello,” Gaby worried. - AND I...

“Hello, go in there — he is in the corridor,” the guard clearly immediately understood from her shy and flushed face why she had come here. New.

“Thank you,” Gaby mumbled, lowered her head and swept away from the burglar in her uniform in the direction he indicated to her.

She walked through a plain door and found herself in a room completely upholstered in wooden - not the first freshness - planks. Perhaps it was once an apartment. There were a dozen holes in the walls, of different diameters and heights. Holes - "holes of glory" - which are larger, were framed with triangular pieces of cut thick rubber. On the one hand, to cover, but not injure, the bodies of the priestesses of love, on the other hand, so that the clients would be uncomfortable to stick their hands and paw the sex services. This is not a brothel for you - everything is incognito and confidential for girls. Almost decent.

“Hello,” Gaby greeted those present and nodded.

Eight girls and an elderly nondescript lady with glasses with an old-fashioned hairstyle of graying hair looked at her estimating.

“Hello,” the aunt answered, looking at Gaby from head to toe and immediately turned to the business proposal. - So, there are only two places left - one for yelling and one for cancer. Where are you going?

- Ah ... Eh ... - overwhelmed by the simplicity and swiftness with which such a piquant and unusual thing happened (for Gaby this was the first time) the solution of the issue, Gabi screamed.

- Pass on a photo, - the aunt ruled. - What is your name?

- Gabriela.

“Two hundred and fifty crowns to suck, five hundred with cancer,” Madame announced the rates, clicked the camera on the computer, and the printer immediately buzzed, slowly giving birth to a sheet of A4 paper that was black and white, a surprisingly good and nice photo of Gaby.

“So, honey, where are you going?”

“Only I am without anal sex,” Gaby murmured and blushed, thinking how appropriate her wish was.

- Here everything is without anal sex. It is forbidden, customers know. So that?

“Well ... Let's go for five hundred ...” Gaby announced with a shiver in her voice, doubting that it was more important - more money or simpler “work”.

“Here, sign here,” the lady extended some kind of agreement, or a rejection of claims.

Gaby, in any case, could not concentrate on her excitement and simply signed the paper.

Aunt threw a piece of paper on the table and announced to everyone:

- Everything, let's take the seats, but now the client will go.

Although the word “client” was pronounced in the singular, something suggested to Gaby that it was a collective expression.

The girls went to hide and take up their working positions - someone in rooms with small round holes through which they would suck, one girl stuck her ass legs up from a hole at the face level - she would be licking (that's lucky! Maybe with a surcharge from girls? ...), someone put his fifth point feet up at the level of the male groin.

Gaby and another girl had to shove her torso into the holes, leaving the zhopki outside, lie down on the stool with her stomach, her legs should have remained on the floor.

Those girls who held “classic poses” were chained to the wall by their ankles. This is probably easier. Although ... Gaby could not imagine how comfortable it was to be in this position - how much? Two hours? Three hours, three o'clock? Well this is how the legs go numb!

Although most had this time to stand bent in three deaths.

Near each hole, the gray-haired hostess fucking apartments hung a photo of the one, the upper half of which will be inside the booth.

Gaby shuddered with excitement and fear - she thought she was the most beautiful here ...

- Is this your first time? - whispered to her a girl who also had to stand cancer.

“Yes,” Gaby nodded. - How long is this? And how many will be?

- Hour three. Twelve to Fifteen people. Until they finish off ... - and the girl, naked from the waist down, climbed into her hole head first.

- Well, come on, come on, faster, now we will start ... - the cashier-hostess of the hangout Gabi hurried, and she repeated all the manipulations that her talkative colleague had just done, stuck her torso in the hole and put her head on her pants and panties .

Horrible.

You never know who was behind. At least everything turned out just fuck. If only psychos and perverts did not come today ... Gaby mentally rejoiced that she had to provide services without being chained to anything.

Just a few minutes later, the hostess launched men eager for sex, they could hear them ringing at the ticket office in Czech and German.

Gaby shuddered involuntarily when she felt a touch to her buttock and enthusiastic — as much as the level of German knowledge allowed her — compliments on her.

You could hear the German spit on his palm, and she felt that her vagina was heavily smeared with saliva. The prelude was not intended. Thanks to saliva and her own always abundant and fast natural lubricant, the dick easily slid into her vagina.

She was just fucked.

It seems that no one was going to kick her, pinch, put out cigarette steamers (which she managed to think up while she stood waiting in half of the room, half in the common corridor).

Gaby began to calm down.

It was, in general, not bad.

Even...

It was even good.

After two minutes, the German abruptly pulled his penis out of her vagina and finished it abundantly on her buttocks.

“Klaus,” Gaby’s first client called his fellow countryman and added something — obviously flattering in tone.

Klaus also fucked her for two minutes and finished in her.

Next came someone who spoke Czech.

"Sloppy seconds ...