I'll tell you a little story about the wife of my worker.

I have my own business, there are two teams of dressers engaged in expensive repairs working on my SP. I selected everyone personally, many people come with the experience of "home repair" - I have nothing against it, but these do not suit me. We often work with materials that are more expensive than standard-class apartments and the quality of work must be appropriate. Not so many years ago, a twenty-two-year-old boy joined us. His name is Andrew, showed pictures of his work. My main master Vitaly looked at the pictures, clarified something somewhere. He offered to take a guy with a test on one object. I gave the go-ahead. After a month and a half, our work on that object was completed, Vitaly Andrey approved. I met with the client for a long time - we had an agreement about the award, if the works will be handed over early.

We rich people are stingy for wages - they can buy materials for millions, and they pay for work to close. Somehow one millionaire (billionaire?) From Moscow delayed my payment for two weeks, saying that he would pay only when he came and looked at the work underway with his own eyes. After a little confrontation, I took my guys off the site. As a result, this dummy hired a cheaper team of dressers. And, a month later, one competitor called me, to which he turned after them. Called to clarify - what's the story with the client. Having learned the situation, the competitor requested a full advance payment for the work, and double the amount, as it was necessary to redo everything for the previous brigade. I was not sorry, mean people must be punished. Something for me is enough for life, but my hard workers have to pay a salary, I rely on them, and they rely on me.

After the object was handed over, I shook out the bonus from the client - we finished ahead of time, and if the materials did not go through customs for a long time, they would have managed almost twice as fast. Distributed money to the brigade. Vitaly asked for a week off for guys on this occasion. I, having estimated the front of the planned works, agreed. We have noted successful earnings in the restaurant. Some of the guys were with their families, some with girls. Andrei, as it turned out, was already married. The spouse's name was Natalia and she turned out to be a very beautiful young girl. The restaurant had a small dance floor and live music on weekends. We were happy to go to the stomachs excellent food and drank it with alcohol. However, I am almost indifferent to alcohol and drank some kind of refreshing cocktail. The guys started to deliver. Someone switched to coffee or tea, for example, Vitali, who was almost his father to his boyfriends. Someone, on the contrary, decided to lower the reins. So did the same new Andrei. Although, it was more soldered to the newly acquired colleagues from the brigade, rejoicing in the completion of the team. Natalya whispered in his ear a couple of times that it was time for him to drink coffee and go home. But Andrei, apparently, did not want to appear like a henpecked with new friends and continued to pour brandy into himself. A couple of times I caught on him the displeased look of Natalia. In order to distract her a little, I invited the girl to dance. Natalia nodded, throwing an annoyed glance at her husband and went out with me to the dance floor. The girl from the group performed a slow song. I took my partner by the waist, and we swayed smoothly into the rhythm of the music. Natalia seemed saddened, and I began to have a small small talk with her. The girl turned out to be sociable, but did not love when the pious drank. I assured her that Andrew during the time that we worked very well proved, and the guys will not solder him. Just today everyone wants to relax, because they had to withstand a very intense pace of work. Natasha seems to have become more relaxed. I, meanwhile, felt the aroma of her sweetish perfume and the slight hue of alcohol coming from her lips. Her lips were very juicy.“Probably, in modern fashion it has injected something, but it’s very competently, without busting, it looks great!” I thought to myself. He noted that in a high heel she is just a little taller than me, her breasts are elastic, the size is larger than the second, but does not reach the full third. The waist under the dress was very pleasant to the touch. While we were sitting at the table, I didn’t look at it very much, communicating with my employees more - I’m still quite young, only twenty-eight, and many of the masters in my brigades are my fathers. And I had to let them know that it was they who worked for me, and not me their errand boy. But now, during the dance, I regretted a little that I did not have time to see the legs of my partner. “We could not see them at the table anyway, but when we went to the dance floor, we could have missed it ahead! Surely slim and chiselled. " Instead of legs, I admired her young fresh face, which was just a little bit of makeup. Natasha's eyes were blue, framed by long cilia. When she clapped with them, I restrained myself not to squeeze the girl closer to me. Releasing a couple of more or less decent jokes, he noted the wonderful wrinkles that appeared in the corners of her eyes when she laughed. While laughing, Natasha looked away to the side, and I lowered my eyes, looking at the hillocks of her breasts in the neck of the dress. It seems that she paid attention to this, but did not move away. "In the end, we dance, and dance is always a flirt." I still restrained myself, although my member made me understand that I would not mind putting off my trousers in front of a beautiful girl.

After the dance, we returned to the table and this time I missed the girl forward, looking at her legs open from the middle of the thigh with pleasure, and admiring how her dressing appetizing ass fits the dress. The blood from such a spectacle rushed to my loins, and I quickly sat down at the table. Andrei got quite strong, but he also talked about something with one of his colleagues. Natasha whispered something in his ear, but he only shook his head. The girl grimaced and, taking a clutch bag, went to the ladies' room. In the meantime, I was discussing something with Vitaly. The master wanted to clarify in which area they will work in a week and what is approximately expected there. After a while I went to the toilet. Along the way, I noticed that Natasha was standing next to some guy and was chatting lively with him. Judging by the facial expressions, she met a friend and stopped to chat with him. I noted that the guy throws candid glances at the girl’s neckline and her legs, and felt a stab of jealousy. Having done that and rinsing my hands, I went out and looked at the chatters. Natasha and her friend were still saying something, but the girl was already standing half a step further from the guy, but he was holding her by the elbow and was smiling at something to persuade. I slowed down. Judging by the gestures, the guy invited Natasha to his table, where the young company was sitting, but she did not agree. Eyes and physiognomy of the young man gave him a drunk degree. I went up to the guys and hugged the new acquaintance around the waist:

- Natasha, we will ask you the bill, I’ll take you home with Andrei, - my eyes calmly rested on the guy.

I have been involved in sports since the age of eight, mainly martial arts. First karate, then a very long hand-to-hand fight, and the last year fell in love with judo. In addition, several years ago, a bodybuilder friend invited me to the gym after I laughed at his physical function. There, he taught me a couple of lessons on working with weights, and I began not only to respect literate strokes, but I myself also began to pay much more attention to my external parameters. Therefore, although I was not a big bull, my shoulders and chest, coupled with confidence in my own abilities, usually helped to avoid physical conflicts with jerks. It happened this time. Although the boy was hot with alcohol, but my firm look and confident behavior made him remove his hand from Natasha's elbow.

- Hello, - I did not respond to his greeting, and slightly bowed his head, looking at the girls at his table.

“Hmm ... it would be better for me to be so blithe-lucky.” He invited me. There it seems like not everyone else has turned twenty, and there are a little more clothes for them than for newborns. ” Natasha is embarrassed ...