- I've got a surprise for you! - Effectively after a pause, mysteriously said Vadka.
- Well! Well! I wonder what surprise you have prepared for us? Roman asked with interest.
- Shot for all of you girls!
He glanced at his wrist watch.
- They'll be here any minute.
Just at this time, the doorbell rang.
- And here are the girls!
Andrei was frankly bored. Sitting in an armchair, he lazily sipped cognac from a glass and yawned. He didn’t want to spoil Vadka’s mood, no matter how, it’s his birthday, but he was terribly tired of the drunken chatter of his friends “for life”, so keeping silent, secluded in a corner, he silently sat, sipping cognac.
He was not even pleased with the forthcoming communication with night butterflies. Frankly, he was afraid to get involved with them, so as not to pick up syphilis, or an even worse infection, for example, AIDS.
Hearing the sonorous voices and cheerful laughter of the girls, he did not even look in their direction.
- Are you bored? May I entertain you a little? Andrey!!
- Elya? Did you come with them? So you ...
- My God, Andrew! - Confused she said and brightly flared with shame.
Most recently, he tried to woo the bright, beautiful, and extremely independent Elya, the sister of his former classmate, but she arrogantly rejected him, mockingly stating that she didn't like the smell of manure. He was originally from a remote village and the arrogant townswoman Elya could not forget it. Now, he is a very successful businessman, and she is an ordinary prostitute, a call girl, unexpectedly met here and both were confused.
Elya was well aware of the fabulous wealth of the new king of the local clothing market in the region, Mr. Prokhorov, she dreamed of meeting him, bewitching him, but in no way connected this surname with her former admirer Andryushka Prokhorov. My God, what a terrible puncture, she made pushing him away from her!
Yes, big money did a miracle with him. He had a gloss, he exuded wealth and confidence, and most importantly, he became a handsome man.
Ella herself hasn't changed at all. Despite her profession, she remained the same beautiful girl who once liked him very much ... But, despite this, looking at her now, imagining how many hands pawed this beautiful body, how many members bathed in it, how much sperm was drained into her vagina, he could not suppress the disgust. Probably this, and many more feelings that overwhelmed him, were reflected in his gaze. She was embarrassed.
But, his rebellious physiology played a cruel joke on him. Having lost his head, he grabbed her by the hand and dragged her into the room that Vadim had assigned him. As Elya did not fight back, he mercilessly tore off her clothes and, throwing her up like a feather, planted her on his rearing cock. Only then did she realize what a strong man he was, and how passionately he craved her. Choking from the effort, she inexorably sat down on the most gigantic cock, as it seemed to her, in the world. Amazed that something fantastic was entering her, she glanced at her genital slit and was horrified. In the stretched pink ring of her stretched labia to the limit, climbed a huge cock, as thick as her wrist.
Knowing that he could break her, he carefully lowered her onto his giant shaft, and when the delicate ring of her lips touched the base of the penis with a gentle kiss, her vagina, like a tight glove, hugged him.
As soon as he began to rock her, she began to uncontrollably publish jerky, loud sounds with her ass. Although she was terribly ashamed, there was nothing she could do about it. Despite everything, this only added to his passion and, not paying attention to the unpleasant smell emitted by her, he continued to have her with the same passion.
Elya groaned. Moaning from a mixture of pain and fantastic pleasure, which she had never experienced before with any of her previous clients. He tortured her until the morning, and then, having forced her to get dressed, he simply threw her out of the room.
- Have you been bought? You don't work for us anymore, - the extremely dejected pimp explained to her in a distressed way.
Elvira, or Sonya, as she was on the list of prostitutes, was their most profitable whore, but even her all-powerful boss was afraid to resist Prokhorov's desire to ransom her. And he bought it, paying such a fabulous sum for it that the eyes of the former secretary of the district committee of the Komsomol popped out of amazement. To pay half a million greenbacks for some, albeit a very beautiful whore? He couldn't understand this. But, he didn’t ask questions either ... Who knows how the quick-tempered “Proshka” will react to them?
Wondering who is so generous and why he needed her, Elya left the office. When a luxurious foreign car stopped near her, she wanted to send its owner to a distant mother, but when she saw Andrei Prokhorov, she seemed to see the light. Only he could redeem her from this dirty bondage into which she drove herself, signing a contract in a drunken state to work as a singer, and instead became an ordinary whore. Only he could do such a thing. As soon as he opened the door without looking at her, she without hesitation sat down next to him and, without asking where he was taking her, was silent all the way.
She was not delusional about what he would do to her. Since he bought it, it means he needs it for something. And for what, it is clear without question. To fuck until you get bored. But, she was grateful to him at least for the fact that she would not have to sleep with a lot of men, that he would be her only man, although, perhaps, he would put her under his friends or partners. Though she didn't really believe it either.
“Today I received a medical opinion on my state of health.
Hearing this, she smiled mirthlessly.
- By the way, AIDS has a very long period of adaptation. You know about it?
I really hope you don't have it yet. Otherwise, we will die together.
- Do you still love me? Despite everything?
- Do not be silly! How can you love a prostitute. My beloved girl died as soon as you became a whore Sonya.
He winced.
What makes you uncomfortable, sitting next to me? - She managed caustically. - So throw me out of the car.
- Well, you chose a nickname vulgar. Sonya.
- This is from resentment at his stupidity. They drugged me with some kind of poison that deprives a person of reason and forced me to sign an enslaving contract that made me a whore, - no offense, she explained.
His face darkened with anger... She had never seen him so terrifying and involuntarily recoiled from him in horror.
- We'll deal with that.
Nothing happened to her that day. Showing her the rooms, he said that all the things in them belonged to her, he immediately left.
Turning on the TV out of boredom, she got on a summary of criminal events. Her former office was on fire. The announcer said that recently firefighters removed the mutilated bodies of a man and a woman from the fire, according to the testimony of the employees of the Ariadne's Thread company who were at home, this is the owner of the company, Mr. Feofanov, and his deputy, Maria Barkova. According to the findings of firefighters, the cause of the fire was faulty electrical units that caused a fire in the office premises. Mrs. Barkova and her boss survived, although they were badly burned.
- We asked the investigative team whether this fire could be caused by arson? For example, this was done by the competitors of Mr. Feofanov, whose business was going very well ... They resolutely rejected this version. It can be predicted with certainty that neither the owner of the firm, nor his deputy and partner Mrs. Barkova, will be able to conduct their business any more. His hands were severely burned, and Mrs. Barkova was hopelessly blind.
"My God! Andryusha! How cruelly you took revenge on them!" Elya thought with involuntary horror. She had no doubt that this was the work of his hands, or rather the work of his performers.
She woke up in a strong man's arms. Pressing her to him, Andrei slept peacefully. In a dream, his manly face became simpler and sweeter. Eli's heart flooded with gratitude for him. How blind she was that she did not see in him a strong, purposeful nature. She was blind and paid dearly for it.
"Your hair smells like my shampoo," he muttered softly without opening his eyes.
- You forgot to buy me shampoo.
- It's not I forgot, but my housekeeper. I will punish her for this.
You won't punish anyone else. Edik and the blind Barkova are enough for me.
- What are you talking about? Who are these people?
- Do not pretend to be ignorant ... These are the same people from whom you bought me. I wonder how much I cost you?
- Why is that?
- To know how much I can return to you. I'll sell everything and give you back the money. I hope that the body of a corrupt whore is not expensive.
- You will never be able to return this amount, even if you sell everything, to the last pebble.
- I have a three-room apartment in Yekaterinburg, - she answered proudly.
Let her stay with you. If something is wrong with me...
- No!!! No!!! I don't want anything to happen to you!!! You must live!!! - Instantly losing self-control, she yelled hysterically. She was afraid to be alone in this terrible world.
- Calm down. I say this to the fact that we are all mortal, we walk under God.
- Immediately tell me how much you paid them, otherwise I will not talk to you!
He sighed and, like a little girl, stroking her head, said without emotion: - "Five hundred."
- Five hundred? What? Kopek? Rubles? dollars.
"A thousand dollars," he explained calmly.
- Ah… my God!
Opening her mouth, she stared at him in amazement, and for the first time since they'd been together, he laughed merrily.
- Am I worth that much? she asked in disbelief.
“You are hundreds of times more expensive than this amount, it’s good that they didn’t know about it and asked for only five hundred thousand. I would give them more.
- You can go crazy! It's such a huge amount of money!
She laughed, sobbed, and the floodgates opened in her.
- Prokhorov! My God! What have I done! What a brainless bitch I am!
She roared without being embarrassed by him ... She roared angrily, sobbing and blowing her nose, sobbing at the top of her voice. Frowning in puzzlement, he suddenly grabbed her and she choked on a roar under his lips that sealed her mouth.
- All. You won't cry for me anymore. Those were your last tears, my girl.