The darkness thickened around, and the car, as if pushing away the darkness, pushed forward towards the huge starry sky, which seemed to recede further and further. I shuddered behind the wheel. Never before has the road from the city to my village been so dark and long. Maybe because there is no moon. New moon? I don't know, I don't keep track of lunar phases. Suddenly, I don’t even remember at what moment, the area around me became terribly unfamiliar.
Now the car should be surrounded by gardens and fields, but now, all around, as far as the eye could see, the steppe, as flat as a table, spread out. I even slowed down. I drove slowly for about a kilometer, peering into the distance beyond the spot of light left by the car's headlights. The road suddenly became strangely smooth: no holes, no potholes... markings appeared, something we never had before!
I admit, the appearance of the dividing strip: continuous and smooth as an arrow shocked me. I squeezed the clutch and pressed the brake. The car stopped. I sat for a minute looking at the smooth asphalt in front of the front bumper, and then, turning off the engine, for some reason I turned off the light.
Transparent darkness surrounded the car on all sides. I opened the window. There was a smell of warm dust and mountain wormwood, but the fresh mountain air fanned my face in cold streams, breaking up the dense thick air, sharply contrasting with the warm, seemingly viscous stagnant air. The stars were huge, scattered across the sky like a generous handful. There was complete silence - ABSOLUTE silence!
I got out of the car and, standing next to him, grabbed the door arch. It can't be that quiet. This is not normal even at half past two in the southern night on the highway between the city and the village. It still doesn’t happen, birds still scream, crickets or locusts chirp in the grass, dogs yelp somewhere or a lonely jackal howls, descending from the mountains closer to human habitation to profit from something.
But it was ABSOLUTELY QUIET. I patted the roof of the car with my palm. Even this sound seemed blasphemously loud to me in the complete silence that surrounded me. I took out my phone to check the time. 03:23, but something else struck me. The signal level indicators of both operators, which should now be at maximum, were at zero! Not only were the level bars missing, but also the names of the operators - as if both SIM cards had been taken out of the phone!
I shook the phone, turned it on and off, even raised it to my ear - the receiver was silent. Quite surprised, I put the phone in my pocket and looked around again. And only now, very far away - the road went forward like an arrow, narrowing in perspective - I saw a point of light, as if a lamp was burning there.
Once I got into the car, I touched the key and the engine started instantly. I drove along the completely smooth asphalt, amazed at how smooth my small car could be. There were seven kilometers between the city and our village, but I drove all 10 before the point of light turned into a lonely lantern burning on a pole near the high metal gate.
I stopped. There was an asphalt ramp leading from the road to the gate. Not understanding why, I turned and drove up to the gate. As soon as the car approached, the gate opened on its own and I, amazed, drove into a wide stone-paved yard. The surprise knew no bounds. Not only do we not build such smooth roads, we also don’t pave our yards with stones!
I got out of the car again. There was the same complete silence. There was a loud click behind me. I turned around sharply. The gates also closed on their own. I swallowed nervously. An antique-style lantern was burning in front of the front door. There was an interesting light bulb there - the light seemed to flicker and generally looked like fire, but I knew for sure that the light bulb was electric. It was obvious.
For some reason I went to the house. On the high door, instead of a handle, there was a twisted iron ring, and the door itself was covered with a forged ornament in the form of iron roses and daisies. Quite surprised, I extended my hand to the ring. But I didn’t have time to take it on. The door opened inward and I froze with my mouth half open. A young Asian woman opened the door for me, wearing only a white apron trimmed with lace. And nothing more.
Small breasts with swollen nipples, a thin almost skinny waist, not wide hips and slender but in my opinion slightly thin hips. She looked no more than 20! The girl smiled with the plump lips of her small mouth and silently made an inviting gesture. I walked in stunned. The girl pulled me along with her. The furnishings were quite ordinary: wallpaper on the walls, linoleum-covered floor. We found ourselves in a large room. The Asian woman remained on the threshold, letting me go ahead.
I entered. A completely naked woman sat in a chair with her back to the door, looking at the flames raging in a huge fireplace. A little older, looking 35-40 years old. Crossing her legs, she sat proudly straight, the reflections of the fire playing on her large, high, well-shaped breasts. I stopped at the side of the woman and, shifting from foot to foot, was surprised and silent.
The woman looked into the fire for a minute, silently and as if not noticing me. Tongues of flame were reflected in her black eyes, and it was as if flames were also dancing in their depths. Finally, the woman turned her head towards me. Her lips trembled. And I froze, amazed. Struck by her beauty: Evenly tanned skin - smooth and matte; large, heavy breasts with large nipple halos almost halfway up the chest—high and regular. And where the flat and smooth belly fell into the crotch, a thick black triangle of hair was visible.
- Hello guest. “The naked beauty finally said, raising her eyebrow.
- H... - I hesitated - h-h-hello. “I said it in a voice that was not my own and not very firm.
- Come in. Guest. “The hostess said, smiling slyly.
- Who you are? — I asked a surprised question.
The woman did not answer, turning back to the fire, she asked:
-Will you drink something?
- Thank you, of course, but I’m driving. - I refused.
- It's a pity. — The sitting woman shrugged.
She clapped her hands and immediately, as if she was waiting behind a curtain, the already described Asian woman appeared.
“Mia,” the hostess asked in the same calm and beautiful voice, “Mia, bring me wine, and the guest... the guest, plain water.”
The woman sitting waved her hand, as if describing something in the air, and the Asian woman bowed low and disappeared behind the curtain.
The woman sitting raised her hand, palm down, and a chair appeared to her right.
- Please, guest, take a seat. “Her voice was quiet, languid, she simply suggested, but I obeyed unquestioningly. Sitting down in an easy chair and still perplexed, I again turned to the seated woman:
- Excuse me, could you tell me what this place is and who you are?
The woman sitting frowned, but her lips continued to smile: “How vulgar!”
“Sorry,” I looked down, “I’m just confused...
Mia appeared, carrying in her hand a tray with bottles on it and a pair of tall, thin glasses.
Deftly wielding a corkscrew, Mia uncorked the wine, opened the mineral water with her bare hands, poured the drinks into glasses and turned to the seated woman:
“Anything else, madam?”
The woman sitting silently shook her head and Mia left just as silently. My gaze slid over the slender legs of the Asian woman and lingered a little on her beautiful back. I swallowed. “Mistress” raised an eyebrow slyly.
- Did you like it?
“Cough, cough,” I choked, “she’s beautiful.”
- Do you want her? “The Lady asked without blinking an eye.
- And... I... well, kind of... and who wouldn’t want to. “I finally mumbled.
- Should I call you? “The sitting woman said, looking into my face.
- Oh-oh, umm-wait for now, no need to call anyone, okay. Bye. “I fidgeted in my chair, “first tell me what you need from me.”
- To us from you? - The beauty in the chair asked as if surprised.
“I’m not an idiot, and I understand that all this,” I gestured around the room, “is not free.”
Instead of answering, the hostess called Mia again:
- All is ready?
- Yes, madam, they are waiting only for you. — The smile that touched Mia’s plump lips instantly aroused my desire.
“Well...” the hostess said quietly, “let’s go, it’s not good to keep you waiting.”
She effectively threw her leg off with a “flash” of a perfect triangle. She stood up to her full height. She was at least 190 centimeters. She was half a head taller than me. Mia gave me her hand. I took her thin brush. The fingers rested gently in my wider palm.
Gracefully swaying her hips, the Mistress walked in front, and we: me and Mia walked behind. I gazed in amazement at the ideal figure walking in front, as her lush black curls, curly in large rings, scattered over her shoulders. I didn't even notice at what point in time Mia's apron disappeared, leaving her completely naked. I looked at the Asian woman with admiration: a triangular, slightly cheeky face, a high neck, straight shoulders, slanted eyes, thick straight hair the color of a raven wing, cut into a bob with a high nape. Completely smooth lower abdomen.
I sighed, resisting the surging desire from nowhere to grab Mia in my arms, to press my lips to hers... But at that moment, the high doors opened in front of the Mistress walking in front. We found ourselves in a huge hall full of people. Oh no! I went to the carnival in Rio!? These were not just people, there were only women and girls here. All. Beautiful, slim and... incredibly sexy! They all have slender legs and waists, round butts and flat stomachs, delicious breasts and perfect skin. I involuntarily squeezed Mia's hand.
Her fingers responded with a gentle trembling. Mia smiled. The mistress walked forward through the parting guests, and Mia held me in place. Stopping at the high chair, the Lady turned to face the crowd. A smile played on her lips.
- He is here. “She said loudly, pointing at me with her hand.
A whisper passed through the crowd and everyone parted, Mia and I found ourselves in the center of a circle formed by people.
“Guest,” the Lady addressed me loudly, “take a place next to me.”
A smaller chair appeared next to her, and Mia led me and sat me in it, after which she walked away and stood slightly bowing her head.
And then the Lady asked me again:
- Do you like Mia?
What happened to me and when it started, I didn’t even notice, only suddenly I realized that everything around me was very serious, that everything was real and I was here for real and the lady... real! And then I said:
I like everyone in this room, and YOU, Mistress, more than the rest.
The black-haired beauty raised an eyebrow in surprise. She was actually the sexiest of all the beauties in the room; one look at her made you go crazy.
- Did I ask you if you like me as a guest!? — The bushy-haired brunette asked in surprise.
I lowered my eyes and turned to Mia. She stood just as calmly, seemingly looking at me with indifferent interest. Really, Mia is very beautiful - I thought - I always wanted to “try” the Asian but... but the Mistress herself... she... is something special!
— Guest, relax, admire the beauties. “The hostess pointed to a group of girls who were as naked as the others, but their bodies were covered in the most intimate places by peacock feathers and a thin veil, and the picture was complemented by a harness of thin gold chains.
And at that very moment beautiful music began to play in the hall. Calm, deep and pure sounds scattered in the hall, and the bronze bodies of the beauties began to move. In a highly synchronized manner, the dancers began to raise their arms and, standing on one leg, seemed to imitate a bird taking off. Then quickly and just as synchronously lowering their arms, the dancers all began to spin around their axis. Their arms made intricate movements, their torsos made unimaginable movements, and their legs... with ever-accelerating speed, made unimaginable steps embodying all the beauty and strength of the young female body. The dancers were 18-19 years old, graceful, slender, as if carved from marble or dark ceramics, their bodies were perfect. I held my breath.
Mia took a sharp breath and joined the graceful dance of the beautiful furies, immediately becoming the center of the dancers. From now on, all the eyes of those gathered and my gaze were directed at the beautiful Asian woman, whose movements were enchanting. Her thighs, which at first seemed a little thin to me, suddenly opened up to me in a new light: they were not thin! They were PERFECT, the correct shape and proportions! Swinging left and right on her slender legs, Mia was simultaneously doing something unreal with her hands. They either hovered in the air, as if separating from the body, or became a solid continuation of the statue, freezing for a split second in the most expressive gestures.
The music changed its key, the girls, making some kind of hidden movement, got rid of all the straps, veils, harnesses and feathers, appearing before me and those gathered in their pristine nudity and delightful charm. They were all perfect. An involuntary groan escaped me. Faces, eyes, arms, breasts, hips... it was all just my taste. Meanwhile, while I was shocked by the contemplation of naked female bodies, the dancers began to dance some kind of unimaginably complex dance with movements of the muscles of the abdomen, hips and chest. Only vaguely similar to Iranian belly dance, but one that the most professional and graceful dancers, who had mastered the skill over years of continuous training, were probably capable of.
Music and dance of beautiful women, the smell of some incense and hot female bodies, the flickering light of electric torches and I was already in a state close to ecstasy. I wanted to drop everything, tear off my clothes and burst into the circle of dancers and take possession of Mia right there on the floor, surrounded by dozens of people, dozens of beautiful women, and I was already standing up. But... collapsed back into the chair. The lady clapped her hands at that moment when the girls, having performed some kind of breathtaking pirouette, froze face down, stretched out on the floor.
The music stopped. Not a single movement revived the naked girls' bodies, although, after the frenzy, the madness that they had just done here, their ribs should have been shaking! But not one was out of breath, not one moved when the Mistress rose from her chair and turned to me:
— How did you like my dancers? — Her voice was calm.
And I, suddenly for some reason terribly excited, said:
“I’m delighted, Madam, but... allow me my humble request, Madam.” “I got up from the chair and stood without raising my eyes.
“What?” her voice seemed to me with a hint of amazement. I decided to raise my gaze to her.
“Madam,” I began not loudly, but boldly, “let me know your name.”
- Name!? For what! “Her surprise was natural, as if I had asked something unusual.
- Yes, madam, your name. “She straightened up as if in confusion and looked at Mia who had grown up next to me as if out of the ground.
Mia touched my hand and turned me around to look deeply into my eyes.
- The lady has no name.
- What!? - I was amazed, shrinking away from the beauty, - how is there no name!?
- She is the Mistress - call her that. — Mia’s appearance caught my eye; now the Asian woman was not naked. She was wearing a tight, very short dress that only hid a quarter of her hips, under the short hem of which the wide openwork elastic bands of her fishnet stockings were clearly visible. I swallowed. The Asian woman, curling her lips in an inviting smile, asked: “Do you like me now?”
“I liked you from the very beginning, Mia.” “She narrowed her eyes and tilted her head to the side and said: “even more than the Mistress?” “She pointed behind me with her eyes. I turned around and froze in shock. The hostess stood in a long black tight dress with two high, almost waist-length slits on the sides. The tight, shiny material seemed to highlight every indentation and bulge of her perfect body.
“Mistress...” I whispered, not understanding what came over me, and knelt down in front of her, “you are magnificent, I... I love you.” “I understood that I was carrying something unimaginable, but I could not control my lips.
- Do you love me!? “The hostess asked me, smiling slyly, “I cannot be loved, I am unapproachable to any mortal, but for your sake, I will make an exception... if I am yours, will you agree to stay with me forever?” “Her voice sounded evenly with chesty notes, as if penetrating into the depths of consciousness, and then I opened my mouth:
“I am the lady... oh my Mistress... I...” and fell silent for a long time. Stay!? With them, oh how I dreamed of something like this once upon a time... but now! What about the wife, and the children, and... and suddenly the wife’s face clearly appeared before me. At first, in curlers and a mask on her face... I was touched by her, this image did not cause me rejection, on the contrary, somehow she became closer to me in this guise. I looked around - I was surrounded by beauties ten times more beautiful and more perfect than the one whose image aroused my affection. But still... there was another side. I love my wife very much, we lived together for a long time, raised our offspring together... and this, around, what is this!?
I blinked several times. I looked around, the beauties looked at me with interest, but indifferently. I remembered the eyes and look of my wife when she looked after me during my illness, the touch of her hands... her voice..., the smell of her hair, the shape of her eyes... I sighed again and raised my eyes to the Mistress.
- Well, guest, what have you decided, I agree to spend ALL the time you have left with you. — I drowned in her bottomless eyes. Feeling a strange, inexplicable heat being born somewhere in the depths of my body, I not consciously, but somehow even instinctively, slowly, as if overcoming a gigantic resistance, shook my head negatively.
It seemed to me that the hostess was not surprised. She again tilted her head slightly to the side and, looking at Mia, asked again:
“And you won’t stay for Mia’s sake?” “I shook my head negatively, feeling how my still fragile confidence was already growing stronger. The hostess did not stop.
- And you won’t even stay for both of us!? “The hostess said, truly surprised. - Just imagine: we will both be yours, only yours if you want... your slaves... concubines... do you want?
“I want,” I answered, “I really want to, but...” The hostess, who began to smile, froze with a stony face, “but I will refuse.” I have THIS choice, right?
“Everyone always has a choice...” the Mistress said dully, did you decide in her favor? “She nodded somewhere behind her. I turned around. I saw my wife in a simple dress, straight below the knee, with blue and green flowers scattered along the hem. She didn't see me, her face was indifferent. Among the naked beauties, among the lush hair and tanned bodies, the figure of my wife in a house dress looked poor, but without hesitation I stepped towards her.
- Hey! “The hostess called out, “turn around.” “I stopped and looked around. Mia brought me a full glass of clear drink.
- What is this? “I hesitantly took the glass.
- They say “on the road”!?
“I’m driving,” I reminded. The beauty nodded affirmatively, “It’s just water.”
I looked at Mia handing me a glass.
- Water? “She nodded affirmatively. I took the glass. I touched the water with my lips - just water, I drank to the bottom.
“Tell me, Madam,” I turned to the beauty, giving the glass to the Asian woman, “what is the meaning of all this?” The lady without a name smiled and answered quietly:
- Someday, you will remember all this, and how you react to your current choice later will mean your whole life.
- Like this!? - I was surprised.
- Mia, show the guest off. “She said to the Asian woman, as if she had suddenly lost interest in me. - It’s time for the guest to go home, dawn will soon... they are waiting for him at home...
- Yes Milady. — The Asian woman obeyed and pulled me by the hand.
Having reached the highway, I stopped and looked at my watch. It was: 03:25. The light on the pole above the gate went out and the house was no longer visible in the rearview mirror. I got out of the car. Behind was a wasteland. No convention, no home. I got behind the wheel again, started the car and immediately realized that I was on my home street. The asphalt was pitted and chipped. Far ahead on the highway, the lights of an oncoming car were shining. The sky turned grey, and I suddenly felt wildly sleepy. I couldn’t control my sleep, I stopped on the side of the road and... a minute later I was already deeply asleep.
I was woken up by a car horn. I was standing on the side of the road behind me and there were parked cars in front of me. It was a hot day. An endless roaring and stinking mechanical river flowed along the highway in both directions. Having difficulty joining the flow, I drove the remaining three kilometers to the house and finally turned onto my street. And only then, having relaxed, I thought about what happened to me today. My gaze fell on the speedometer. +185 km, it appeared on the daily mileage counter.
- Wow! - I exclaimed. It was not even 20 km to the city and back!
Amazed and perplexed, I drove into the yard. And while closing the gate, I suddenly froze and the words of the Lady without a name came to my mind: “Someday, you will remember all this and how you react to your current choice later, and it will mean your whole life...” - I looked at window - at home, in my house, I saw my wife walking towards me and thought that I probably made the only right choice and now I won’t regret it.
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