The wife of the second rank captain Vorontsov, the head of the material support department of the fleet, was unusually very beautiful, young woman. where she not only knocked on a typewriter, but also glanced at her reflection in a large mirror hanging on the wall directly in front of her. From the side it was felt that seeing themselves in a black skirt above the knees and with deep slits on the side almost to the waist, a thick red belt hugging her soft body with a big black buckle right at the navel, did not give rest not only to young officers who begin service in this department , but also to the head of the service, who called her a pretty lady.

She smiled sweetly at him, carefully listening to his instructions, not forgetting to glance at her reflection in the mirror, where behind her back the young officers gave each other such dumb but understandable sexual signs that only a complete layman would have understood what they wanted. guys from this beauty. They didn’t even suspect that at such moments she liked herself, because right now her thirty-year-old body was unusually beautiful and tempting. Not only all the women jealously looking at the beautiful typing secretary knew about this in the department, but also the officers who suddenly flew into her office asking to urgently remake this paragraph in their report. Veronica immediately dug her blue eyes into the text, sat down on her swiveling chair, not forgetting to put the leg out from under the skirt so that the petitioner could see and appreciate not only her knee, but also the edge of the bluish shorts a little higher.

The guy began to breathe deeply, and then Veronica, looking up at the officer's reddened face, politely asked him to sit on a chair by the window, to which each of them always answered; "Thank. No, I'll stand by ... ". And he stood, painfully trying to mentally pacify the male object that had risen in the trousers, which was already appreciated by the light glance of an experienced typist. But when the admiral visited her, he simply ordered her to pick up the typewriter and enter his office, to compile an urgent report. Behind her, a familiar click of the lock in the door sounded, the admiral came up behind, hugging her shoulders and whispering strictly: “Well, put this bandura on the table! Now we have some tea. She already knew that this "tea" was between her legs, so, smiling, she sat on his table so that he was more comfortable to remove her magic panties with which he then wiped her and himself, hiding them in the depths of the safe. They drank such “gulls”, as a rule, on Mondays and Fridays, taking no more than an hour from the working time for this procedure. Then the admiral opened the lock and loudly pronounced the secretary-typist on her mistakes made in the previous report, which he did necessarily when the officer entered or one of the women of the department, who then whispered among themselves, understanding this cunning maneuver. The employees of the department have long been aware of these "spills" of the secretary-typists, who worked for him, as a rule, for no more than six months, then decrease to the maternity ward of the naval hospital.

But, as the proverb says, "And the old woman is prorukha." It happened with Veronica. When her lover began to swing her once again, his pious little wife broke into the admiral's office, jerking the door so hard that the old door could not stand it and opened, almost killing the forty-year-old admiral. She flashed her husband such a slap in the face that he writhed for half an hour on the sofa, and on a poor secretary-typist she tore off her skirt and blue panties and pushed her out into the corridor with a shout: ass.Upon learning of the admiral’s wild antics of beating an innocent girl on the basis of female jealousy, Veronica was immediately transferred to another department of the administration with a probation period of at least six months. And this turned out to be quite enough for an innocent girl to be drawn into the daily life of the next band. She was also dressed, only her panties were now wearing not blue, but bright red spilled “blood” in the previous place. The men began to stick to the new secretary-typist, like flies on honey.

Everyone admired her ability to quickly and accurately execute documents as people say “a mosquito and a nose is not undermined.” For example. Somehow came the request for the supply of one of the ships of the new spare parts kit. The chief wrote on the application a long, but not very strong-willed decision on this issue. Veronica went to an interesting woman in the office of spare parts, learned how much such spare parts on the ship and whether there was information about its consumption and write-off. It turned out the way she expected. The ship received the same spare parts six months ago, without submitting documents for its consumption and write-off. Veronica, accurate to the point, printed a refusal to receive the spare parts kit without submitting documents for its cancellation. It turned out that the application was not substantiated, which is what she was denied. Having read this answer, her new admiral sneezed for a start, and then asked where she got this information from ... - From your branch to ensure spare parts, - she answered, looking at the narrowed eyes of her new boss. He examined it from head to toe, picked up the phone and called the spares office. They confirmed what Veronica wrote.

- And you, my dear, find yourself with your head! Praise. All the workers would be like that ...

- Unfortunately, not all! - She confirmed and became sideways to him, showing a cut in the skirt.

- I thought everything. Why didn't you love you so much at your previous job? - the admiral smiled, drawing her to her by the small, gentle hand of a child. “We’ll have a cup of tea now, but first I’ll sign this paper. He smiled and quickly put his signature ... She reappeared at exactly twelve, carrying in his hand a steel glass from which couples of boiled coffee were curling ...

- They did not notice how quickly their lunch break passed, at the end of which he friendly patted her cheek and said:

- Tomorrow is a large naval teaching. Come with me to the Navy Commander's NWC. Take with you a typewriter and a pack of paper. There I will need you very much ...

- There is! Comrade Admiral! - she playfully joked, putting on panties and her famous skirt ...

- Take a skirt without cuts. There are many who want to take a closer look at it. Do you understand?

- Yes, Comrade Admiral!

“For you, I am an admiral in public, and in private, just Kostya ...” he hugged her tightly and kissed her suddenly quivering lips ...

“How different people are in the world,” she thought, carrying her old typewriter to her office ... Aunts, who were already over fifty, winked playfully, only the oldest of them, Olga Sergeyevna, the former love of the former boss, scornfully mouth , quietly, but distinctly said: “In our regiment, the whores visibly arrived one and only ... - the others, having winked, giggled ... But only I, her husband, knew the secret of her lovingness. I found this girl eighteen years old in Gorky Park in Moscow, when in the fifth year I wrote my diploma and I was thrown to Elektrostal to collect information that was missing for my graduation project. When I turned my attention to her, her friend pulled me by the sleeve, saying: “Don't look at every scavenger. You need another girl. ".

- Is that you about yourself? - I asked maliciously, indignant at such a trick to the address of her best friend, who turned out to be this very modestly dressed girl.

“She is a fool and her name is stupid.” Her name is Veronica, and who she really is, God knows. - my beauty flared out, who had already decided that my figure and head, as well as my future spiciality, were very suitable to be one of the candidates for her husbands.But you will not take me so directly, - I said to myself, hoping to find out in more detail who she is and what she is ...