11.50 Sitting in the chair of my helicopter, I looked at the entrance to the Dandelion cafe, Misha did not appear. It took 10, 15 minutes, half an hour. Misha did not come.
- Sssuk ..., bastard - I swore out loud. - Decided to fuck me? Well, the euro thing was a charity, but the weaving was paid in advance, for your ass, bunny. Decided to jump, prodinamit? No, that won't do. Throw will not work.
- All right, you hit, pidorok ...
Dialing the phone of a familiar collector, asked to collect a dossier on a subchik-dynamiter. A week later, leafing through the file, I paid attention to the record: “The girl is Yekaterina Shikhanova, the student is a philologist, the hobby is dancing on the pole.” Well, well, goat, try, make sure that your goat danced on my pylon.

It was getting dark ... I parked my jeep near the dance studio “Dancing Cats”. “We will teach you how to dance on a pole!” Read the ad at the entrance. Opening the door and saying hello to the administrator, I asked how I could talk with the director of this charitable institution.
- And, you, on what issue? - clarified mamzel
- On the issue of business cooperation - I answered evasively.
- How to introduce you?
- Waldemar Khristoforovich, a collector.
- Well, let it be your way. I thought you were an artist of large and small theaters. Come on in.
- Hello - I was greeted by a middle-aged man, with an imprint of vice on an ignoble face.
- Hello, I am Voldemar, a pole dancer, naturally, as a spectator.

- Ha. ha ha I am Sergey, very pleased. How can I help the "collector"? You, ksatti, look like one artist.
- I know many people say this to me. I would like to organize a small party in my cottage. Are you at work leaving?
- Actually, no, we, here, mostly training, I can advise you one strip club, some of our graduates are dancing there.
- I am just tired of professional strippers, I am fed up with them, I want something fresh, inexperienced, amateur, as in my student life. I hope you understand me?
- Oh yes, monsieur knows a lot about vicious delights. And how much are you willing to pay for such a pleasure?
- I will not stand for the price, but only if I choose the girls, if the girl refuses, the deal will not take place.
- Well, you, you put forward impossible conditions

- This is Russia, there are no unsolvable issues, there is only one question - this is a question of price. I do not think that your students and housewives will become more precious to me than elite Parisian whores.
- They may become, but I doubt that many will agree, whom do you want to choose?
- Let's take a photo of your girls; who is dancing with you, coaches and clients. I would like a trainer and a student to come to me, so to speak, a diabolical combination of experience and inexperience, modesty and debauchery. Well, you understand me ...
- Well, here are the photos of our coaches.

taking a photo album, I saw three girls in the photo, two were seemingly decent, and one super-fit, and I need one — a sissy brunette, with an elastic ass and a fucking look, she will warm up for me a decent student Katya.
- What is this whore name? - He asked, and pointed with his finger at a pretty brunette.
- ABOUT! This is our best coach - Snezhana Sharagina. I think she will agree to speak with you privately in the cottage.
- Well, who would doubt ... And now show me a video from training, I want to choose an inexperienced stripper.

Sergey opened his laptop, opened the folder with video files. On the screen, girls of varying degrees of beauty and attractiveness tried to pretend to be strippers. Not everyone succeeded, most, somehow wryly wriggled around the pylon, wagging their asses and tits. Finally, I noticed Kate, a member of the treacherous tension, I wanted to fuck her, fuck the woman of my enemy, it's like having him.Katya was a skinny blonde with a small breast, but so much the better, she looked more like a young man, and boys for me in this period of life became more attractive than female sisky nipples.
- Here is this board in two nipples will suit me! - I poked my fingers at the monitor, pointing at Katya. “Something reminds me of my first love,” I explained, seeing Sergey's puzzled look.
- I will try to persuade them to dance them for you, how much I can count on?
- You and every girl on the euro. Will go?
- to me one and a half things.
- Noticed. Here you have my phone, waiting for a call.

A week later, I was resting in my cottage, the iPhone suddenly rang: -
- This is Sergey, I agreed, the girls are ready to come. But provided that no sex will not. Katya agrees to go only on such conditions. I think it will be possible to agree with Snezhana.
- well, I am now in the cottage, may tomorrow evening come around seven. I will send the address to SMS, I will give the money upon arrival. I am waiting.
- see you.
It was getting dark. The evening of the next day. The soul was tormented by the pleasant languor of impending slut and debauchery. A call to the intercom as a signal rise. Stroking the penis and eggs, I went to open.
he opened the gate remotely, a Tiguan drove through the gate, Sergey was driving. Snezhana sat in the front passenger seat, and Katerina in the rear passenger seat.

Opening the door I gallantly kissed the handles of Snezhana and Kate. He greeted him warmly and hugged Sergei, patted him in the fagot, but by the way he twitched, I realized that he was straight. Annoyingly. But alright.
- Come on girls, thanks Serega. here are denyuzhki for a girl, and for Serezha too. hehehehe !.
- he-he-he - Sergey mocked me, showing with his whole appearance that he had to deal with such a fag like me for money only.
The girls took the money and went into the house. Serega gave gas and a bullet flew out of the yard on a country road and disappeared into the pink sunset.
- so my beauties, let's drink for the meeting and for our acquaintance. shumusik be so kind as not to refuse the owner.
- Oh thank you, what a beautiful house! Is he yours? how lovely! You probably have an underground garage and a swimming pool? - happily chirped Snezhana.

- Everything is mine, everything is there. All your beauties.
Katya was intensely silent and looked around. I drank champagne in small sips.
- Where will we dance? - asked scared Katyusha.
- In the sauna, of course, I have a great pylon there. Do you immediately want to dance? I love business people and business approach.
“Well, why immediately, we haven't drunk brotherhood yet ...” Snezhana said languidly. By the ignited fucking light in my eyes, I realized that the predator had gone out hunting and decided to extort money from me with a pussy. We know, swam, saw. Well, let's play up to it, let her think that she is the main one and the trophy at this party.

- Of course, Snezhanochka, but I can not only with you, even if Katyusha also pulls up. Katyusha we go, we will drink on brotherhood too.
Spilling champagne on wine glasses, I first drank brotherhood with Katya, and then with Snezha, but it seemed to me and I kissed her on the lips. Snezhana drunk and lustfully laughed. Kate nervously squeezed lips.
- Well, girls, the prelude is over. let's go to the pole. Goals set, tasks defined. For work !!! Hurray !!!
I first ran to the sauna. The girls behind me clicked on their heels and ran after me.
- Hooray!!! FUCKING !!! The party starts !!!
Having run into the sauna, I turned on the light music, neon erotically illuminated the pylon. He turned on erotic music for striptease, fell into a chair and waited for the show to begin.

Wagging her booty, Snezhana went to the pole, inserted a USB flash drive into the laptop, chose the track “Sweet Dreams”, apparently it was a top number. Snezhana slid under the ceiling, spun on a pylon, grabbed her feet, dropped her head down, sat on the splits in the air, remained in microbikini at the end of the number.
- Take off !!
Snezhana showed a “give money” gesture. I beckoned her finger and tucked into the panties five thousandth bill. Bikini fell on the floor, exposing the elastic C grade with dark large areola nipples.
- Kitty, jump to the daddy on the knees. We will look ...

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