- Huesoska juvenile!

Almost kicked out of the car, I just put the cat's grace in order not to flop my face into the muddy snow mash at the curb. I'm not young! Well, yes, I look young and fresh, but I'm already 22 years old.

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I looked after the retreating car. Slightly stepped over his stiff legs and put his hand into his unbuttoned jeans, penetrating under the pants and pulling out a pair of crumpled bills, which he thrust there. Potentially easy earnings melted away, like that black porridge under my feet that was once snow.

**********

We met on the Internet. He invited me to his dacha. There should have been some more of his friends.

“We'll all fuck you together, but you’ll make good money,” he said then.

I marafetas like the last fool. She wanted to be beautiful, charming, stinky and enticing. As we drove, he dismissed me for a blowjob. Doing a blowjob in a riding car, on a slippery road - this is still a pleasure. Constantly shakes, wobbles, wags. There is no concentration on the process, everything goes into balance.

“Went to earning money,” I thought, when he thrust a couple of pieces of paper into my underpants.

While I was sucking, he crucified about his friends. Apparently, driving a car and having a girl in her mouth, he forgot a little that there were several of his friends before. Now it appeared that an almost full-fledged gang-bang was waiting for me. Tearing off the lips of his hard penis, I wondered why he had not said before that there would be many men. Realizing that he blundered and burned, he tried to return my mouth to his dick, simultaneously admonishing me with a potential amount of dough that would spill on fucking little slut. From personal experience, I knew that if a man begins to do this, then God forbid, then carry his feet, and maybe you should still stay.

An innocent question asked at the wrong time turned into a squabble and let me down under the current moment.

**********

Now I stood, clutching a couple of these pieces of paper in my hand. They are barely enough to return to the city on a ride. I can always surrender for delivery, and maybe an honest person will fall. I was aware that oh how few now. Most want money, or you know what.

I didn't even make any special hand gestures. I just zipped up my jeans, wrapped my coat and pulled my backpack on my shoulders. A car screamed next to it. I thought he had changed his mind and returned, but no. Near me stood a small crossover.

- Why are you here alone, in this swamp and freeze? - the man looked at me.

The usual such a man, only look very piercing. I do not know what he does, but the work of the investigator would be very suitable for him.

“I think I asked you something!” - he raised his tone a little, irritated notes appeared.

- I had a fight with a friend. He left, and I stayed here.

- Give you a ride to the city?

- Yes, but I have a little money - I showed a couple of bills.

- Sit down.

I took the handle of the door, but did not move on. A recent story suggested. That getting into the car to the first man that came across is the height of folly.

- Are you afraid? - he carefully looked at me.

- Yes.

- It is right. In such situations, it is better to move away just in case from the car, and a stranger.

He sat back and sighed.

- Okay - he rummaged in the pockets of his jacket. - Here.

- Senior Justice Investigator, Captain Kid - I read. - Malysh or Malysh?

I emphasized the necessary intonation and looked at him inquiringly.

- The first option - he hid the ID. - Now you sit down?

- Now yes.

I sat in his car. It was warm, the stove was warming mercilessly.

- You can customize for yourself - he pointed to the conditioner twist.

- For some reason, I thought that the work of a police officer would be most suitable for you.

- Yes? Why?

We drove off. He led smoothly, slowly, following the rules. Not that the previous gentleman who drove his Mears, horrible.

- Well, this look.

- Which one?

- Well, this. Well, you know yourself.

- Clear.

I fell silent, he, too. To the city was not far away. In the contrasts of the recent standing in the cold and the present heated cabin of the car, I somehow fell imperceptibly asleep.

**********

I woke up, as befits a person who did not understand where he fell asleep, do not understand how, and do not understand why. It would have been nice if it were not for the handcuffs that chained my legs to the door handle.

- And what is it you, Mrs. Koval, so far and long run from parents?

- What? - I did not understand awake. - What's happening?!

I finally saw the fullness and felt the handcuffs.

- Well, he unfastened me, goat!

Where just gone poking education.

- Hmmm - he looked at me pitifully. - Well, I was warned. In short, Vlada. Your escape is over, tortured parents cry for joy and know where you are. We will go to my house now, stay under my direct supervision until you are taken away.

He sat in the driver's seat. We stood near the police station.

- Why did you run away? Like the daughter of a deputy, everything should be in life.

- Not your damn business, garbage! - I was full.

- Do you know what the difference between garbage and cop? - it seems he was not offended.

- I do not know, and I do not care!

- Garbage is always garbage. Any cop who has broken the law becomes forever trash.

- What about cop?

- A cop, Vlad, this is my only real friend. This is a man of the law who will lay down his bones, but the law will honor and abide to the last, and judge everyone only by law.

- And what, by law, do I need to be locked up all day in an apartment?

- Not. By law, you need to be locked in a monkey, but I think that contingent will not greatly please you.

I kept silent.

**********

The apartment cop turned out to be very much so.

- What are you taking bribes?

- Not.

- Where does this good come from?

- Do not believe it, but you and I are very similar. Parents are millionaires, while he himself followed the path of the ordinary, law-abiding ment.

- I will not believe.

- “Policeman from Rublyovka”, watched?

- Well yes.

- Well, here I am, as he.

- And you also suggest sleeping? - I faked.

- No - he pulled himself together.

- And if I attack you?

- Try it - he showed me plastic handcuffs. “Believe me, they hit the skin much harder than normal.”

- I will believe it.

- The apartment is completely at your disposal. I ask you, as an adult, sane person, do not jump out of the window, do not cut the veins, do not try to escape. Do not call anywhere, screaming that you are being held here by force, raped, sold to organs, etc. There is food, there is a TV-nickname, there are books, you can surf the Internet, sleep - he spread his hands. - Anything, but do not create problems for me.

- You listed all?

- What?

- You forgot hanging and gas poisoning.

- Well, Vlad! - he looked prickly.

- Yeah, well, okay. Already got what to run away. And so the next six months, according to specialists and madhouses hang around. There wasn’t enough dad to pay you compensation for the rest of the apartment besides “thank you”. Although you probably can buy a new one in two accounts.

- Me, you know, and this is very expensive.

- Okay.

- promise?

- Yeah.

- Promise!

- Yes, well - I exhaled tiredly and sat down.

- Not this way!

- But as? What about the right hand like the Americans?

- Just say "I promise."

- I promise.

- I believe - he said. - And close until the evening. In the evening I will open and want to see you all the same.

He thought for a moment.

- It would be nice if you were a little more fresh after a shower.

- After a shower, they dress at home.

He thought.

- Well, there is a hell ...