- What are you really sour, Gray? Absolutely, yes, love does not warm? - said Acne, knocking over a pile, and immediately coughing.

- Do not worry, your boyfriend will come back from the army! - Andrei sighed, slamming on the shoulder of the sauerkraut sadly interfering with a fork in his plate, Sergey.

Once a week, three bosom friends must have met in the sauna to chat about business, share problems, sometimes call girls and indulge in idle debauchery in secret from wives. But for about a month, Serega was not particularly inspired by such gatherings. The blame for everything was the new employee who was hired by his boss. It was like a mania, an obsession. It could not be called love. Seeing her slender, chiseled legs covered with pantyhose, and maybe stockings, as Sergey imagined, he terribly, unbearably wanted to grab them, dissolve, then squeeze this strong neat little ass in his hands, tear off her blouse to free her, looking out of frivolous neckline, elastic young breasts of a 24-year-old girl and ... From such thoughts, Sergey punched a shiver, he felt excitement roll on him and leave to his office.

He was never anxious and did not feel a lack of female attention. Pervert was not considered. The post of deputy chief, one of the owners of the company, allowed him not to need funds. Yes, and wanting through the bed to achieve something, in a huge holding company, it was more than enough.

Sergey again listened to the drunken conversation of his friends. They continued to quiver over him. He did not take offense, he had known them since childhood. In the 90s, we went through the school of our own business, then, however, the paths diverged, but supported each other. In the business there was only Vitalik, the most chic and most adventurous of them. Achieved good success. And Andrei and Sergey went to hired managers, but taking into account the experience in very high positions.

- Seryoga, well, tell me the truth, fell into her, or what?

- And how, no tackles, nothing helps? Well you are not the last person in the company!

- Yes, no, boys, there is another. You have not seen her simply. Damn, such a hot little thing, at the same time proud, independent touchy. Rolled up, and so syak, and good and bad. Hints did all sorts of. No, he says and that's it! I gave out the last time to me, they say, I respect you, Sergei Ivanovich, but I got married last year, and it’s not in my principles to get all kinds of affairs on the side, especially at work. Forgive me, please, but if my position implies a relationship with you, I'd rather quit. After all, I had to make excuses that she misunderstood me and, in principle, I did not mean anything bad.

- Yes, things - stretched Andryukha.

- Eh Seryoga, as you were right, remained so. I could never cross the Rubicon. That's why I have a business, and you are a hired manager, albeit a very cool one. Listen, there is one idea - and Acne bent over the table, setting out his plan in a half-whisper, as if in a sauna, besides them, there was still someone.

Irina critically looked at herself in the mirror and was pleased. Strict long gray skirt tightly tight ass and hips, emphasizing the harmony, high cut, at the same time, playfully exposed legs, pulled into dark stockings. In some positions, it is probably even too playful, as it made it possible to admire the beginning of the lace edge of the stocking. For a long time he doubted whether to wear his favorite blouse with a high neck and a triangular cut, or a tight-fit turtleneck. The blouse was more sexy, in her opinion, and her husband did not like it when she wore a turtleneck. That, in his opinion, was too tight for it, too clearly demonstrated all the curves and protuberances of the young body of a girl. In addition, the bra, dressed under such a turtleneck spoiled the whole impression, so Irina preferred the option without him, which infuriated her husband even more.She was in some way agree with him that in this case, everyone understood that there was no bra, they saw the shape of her breasts, but she found a way not to enrage her husband, keep to the limits of decency and bought a cool one, in a skirt tone jacket. No, all the same I will wear a turtleneck, thought Irina. Today, they, with the chief deputy chief, Sergey Ivanovich, urgently had to go by minivan to some kind of mummy for urgent negotiations. It was necessary to go, almost 12 hours, and after the negotiations, back without overnight. Therefore, it is better to be safe in case it is suddenly cold. Grabbing daddy with documents and handbag, Irina fluttered out of the apartment. They were waiting for her downstairs.

“Meet Irina, our financier, who is stuffing, but very talented,” said Sergey.

Behind her, Vitalik raised his thumb up and winked knowingly, saying that now I understand you friend.

Irina looked at her companions. When the chief said that they would go along with the subcontractors on the project, for some reason she seemed to be hard-working workers who were oiled up in oiled robes, and now she saw before her very well-groomed and gallant cavaliers. Most even became funny.

Sad autumn landscapes flashed past the windows, but this had no effect on the atmosphere inside the minivan. Acne, sitting behind the wheel, told stories and anecdotes, fellow travelers now and then discharged with loud laughter. Andrei, supported the conversation with jokes, and even the boss, about whom Ira thought that he was beech and silent, turned out to be very sweet and witty. Gradually, the conversation subsided, Irina was slightly ukachalo and she closed her eyes sank into slumber.

She came back from the sensation of a strange silence, the absence of the whistle of the wind outside the window and the noise of a working engine. It turned out that they were standing on the sidelines. Men smoked outside.

“And what happened,” Ira asked, chilly wrapping her shoulders in a raincoat, obligingly thrown over her shoulders, and getting out of the car.

“The engine has flown, Irochka, but you do not worry,” Sergey answered.

- Yes, yes, do not worry! - Vitaly interrupted vigorously and smiled broadly, - We found, on the internet, a hunting lodge for recreation nearby, now the owners will arrive and take us there, we will pass the time there. We will lay the tables, like according to the descriptions and the sauna is there, take a steam bath, take a rest. And at this time the tow truck will arrive and pick up the car. Of course, it would be possible to wait in the car, but we are already 5 hours on the road, and it’s not so pleasant to sit in this iron box for so long, is it true that Irochka?

At this time, Andrei came up with a worried look, with the phone in his hands, and announced: “In short, not five hours to wait, but more. My driver is driving the object, so the tow truck takes the car, and we are waiting in the house to be picked up by another car. All things considered, we’re sitting 8-9 hours. ”

“Damn,” said Ira, “we’ll be late for the talks, what about Sergei Ivanovich?”

- Do not worry, I agree, do not beasts there, they will understand that anything happens on the road.

- Maybe I will call my husband, will he come early?

The men looked at each other fussily. Andrew, throwing out the cigarette butt cleared his throat and hoarsely: “Ira, well, think about how we fit in his car, he’s probably a car, and I’ll not be able to sit for five hours like hens on the roost”.

“Oh, come on, how old are you,” she laughed. - Well, whatever you want, I will call you all the same, my husband will take me, and you will be the driver. Sergey Ivanovich, we can also pick you up.

“Good,” he grunted.

- You're a jerk, what are you, could not think of anything? - his friends hissed when the girl went to call her husband. - What kind of husband, what will take?

- And what could I think of, we had to think about this option ourselves.

“Okay, good shit,” Andrei interrupted the tirade. - For any minimum of 5-6 hours we have, until her hubby comes out of the city and gets here. Yes, and I, so I will explain to him that even an hour stray.

The hunting lodge was luxurious. A modern log building with a hammam inside and a small pool. It was felt that everything was furnished with great taste and not without the help of a cool designer.Inside the table was already laid, the potatoes were smoking with a simple snack, on the table were mousse decanters with vodka ....