Out of plan
His name was Eugene. From the way he looked, he was about twenty-five, twenty-seven years old. Of average height, it cannot be said that he was well-fed, but you cannot call him thin either. The hair is dark, the color of the eyes was closer to green.
Once he worked as a programmer, and rode a lot on a business trip. Business trips taught him to communicate with people, and natural observation gave him an unlimited field of activity. He was not handsome, but the girls did not shun him. His charm and intelligence did not disregard even the most demanding goddesses. But in order to find out about his talents, you must first get to know the person a little. And how you don't want to.
He always worked with passion. Only little money was paid. Here he is and the table to work as a "call boy". There was enough work, a pleasant young man who knows some female tricks and uses them for his own purposes, without offending the weaker sex. He knew when to be around, and when, and for how long, to see the sights in the kitchen or chat with someone about nothing. He also perfectly played the role of free ears, approximately listening to all the gossip about Allochka, whom she would never meet, or that Anna Fedorovna sewed a silk dress for herself with such a neckline that it was just "ah." He knew the rules of the game and roughly followed them, and that's what he was paid for.
His old friend asked last week to help him with the move, today. They started at eight in the morning, the car surprisingly arrived at the appointed time, and now it was already about eleven. Zhenya was tired and since he was too lazy to go to the fifth floor alone, he remained sitting downstairs and waiting for the car to arrive with a friend. There is a street in the city where the unemployed gather, it is always busy here, those who want to hire and those who are hired are always spinning here.
The warm summer sun caressed his skin. An expensive car stopped next to the guy.
Probably, they will try to hire me as a loader again, for the fifth time in half an hour, it looks like I will have to retrain, Zhenya thought.
Two elderly women got out of the car. As they approached him, they stared at him intently. He got used to it and calmly waited for how it all would end, he even became interested.
- In my opinion, what you need! - said the first.
Yes, there is something in it. - confirmed the second.
- Do you want to earn a lot of money for a nice service? - said the first lady, with a brooch on her evening dress.
It seems the bird goes to the cage on its own, I hope they offer someone younger than themselves.
- And who does not want to. See what you can offer.
- We need to seduce one girl. - said the cape.
- And how much will it cost me? - His character spoke in him.
- One hundred dollars. - brooch.
- What are you laughing at? As far as I know, they pay at least three hundred for this. Yes, and it is not known "maybe she is an ugly kaka." - "Character" took its toll. And Zhenya himself, without noticing, tried to raise the price. - Let's go for five hundred, everything is fine for you, but I'm pleased, don't sell too cheap, don't hesitate. - He has never been so impudent, and so he has never been filmed. For the first time in his life, he began to approach this as a ridiculous game. In which "Vasya, the plumber" will become a hired doll for some eccentric girl.
The women looked at each other.
- If anything, take a walk through the market. - he showed his hand to the side, obviously not very sober loaders.
The ladies are gone. After some conferring, they again stood in front of him. - Fine. You will receive the money after you seduce her.
The case was gaining momentum, but not quite what Evgeny expected.
- What's her name?
- Elsa Ermolova.
Already ears cuts from such a combination.
- Let me see her.
The photo was handed to him. The girl was photographed at the table, she was talking to someone. Very attractive, dark hair was collected in a simple ponytail, which did not spoil her, but even emphasized her beauty, they say, I don’t even have to do anything with myself to be beautiful. Delicate facial features, and most importantly, a smart look. Although you can provide any photo, it seemed to him that this is the way it really is. The girl was dressed in a velvet evening dress, dark skin looked great against this background. Beautiful breasts, which could be seen through a medium-sized neckline, pleasantly caressed the look. Everything below was hidden by the table. One could only guess about her height, whether her legs were slender.
- And where will it be?
- You'll find her at the Planet restaurant at eight o'clock. How can you unfold it. - The brooch didn't even try to hide her dislike for the girl. Now he understood everything, they want to use him to humiliate her. - As soon as she agrees to be with you, or something unusual happens, you can come to us for money, we will sit in the same room. Yes, and dress a little better, take someone's suit, otherwise they won't let you in like that. And she broke into a smile.
He gritted his teeth, he hadn't been hurt like that in a long time.
- I will definitely be there! Do not miss.
The women, satisfied with the answer, left.
For a long time he did not allow himself to react to all sorts of little things at work, but this, this was not a trifle, and not work. He was insulted, and he did not want to give up so easily, he must definitely win, and win with an encore.
Restaurant
He was driving to a restaurant. Now he was dressed in an expensive suit made by the best tailor in the city. Lacquered boots. Lenochka has just finished doing her hair, she, as always, was at her best. A little ahead of schedule, he always did so to assess the situation. Today he learned a lot about the upcoming meeting. Calling a friend at the passport office, he found out that Elsa Yermolova, the wife of the same "Yermolov" who launders money in his casinos. They met a couple of times. And surprisingly, pizdeishn.net got along just fine. He met him somewhere in a boarding house. Yermolov rested there, with his mistress. He played on this, found Yermolov, he, as always, was in his favorite club "Frenchwoman". The girls here were all for selection. Eugene often visited here. Cozy atmosphere, excellent service always did their job, the girls melted like candles. He distracted one waitress and held her until the guards became interested. The girl, not happy, was sent to continue working, and he was asked to go up to the owner, which he sought. Leaving the elevator that led to the apartments of the authorities under the escort of one of the "puffy boys", he saw Yermolov slightly annoyed. But when he saw Zhenya, he cheered up.
- And it's you.
Already friendly. - Why are you distracting my girls. - Smile.
Why are girls needed at all? - the face shone.
- Hunt ran out.
- Yes there is a bit. How are you?
From behind a small screen, behind which a quiet slam of the door was heard, his mistress appeared. A girl endowed with intelligence and beauty.
- Hello. Zhenya leaned over a little.
Weak nod.
- Eh, don't get too carried away, I know you. - Ermolov turned to Zhenya and hugged the beautiful camp. The girl's skin was decorated with artificial tan.
- And what is the problem with the sun in our time. - The girl threw a displeased glance at Eugene.
- Why do you think so? Yermolov looked at Zhenya in bewilderment.
- You're just so pale.
The girl looked with interest.
- So after all, work, and in general this and that, that and that ...
- Dear, it looks like someone is trying to stab our establishment again. She pointed through a large, darkened window to one of the tables. Yermolov immediately went up to the glass.
- I now... - He left.
- What would you like? She sat down on the edge of the table and looked at it with interest.
- I need his wife! For a week or two.
The girl raised an eyebrow in surprise.
- For what?
- I have my own plans, not money and not power. I was hurt, and with the help of her I want to take revenge.
- Who could offend such a sweet boy? - A smile crossed his face.
- Two old women, I had not seen them before. One wears a rose brooch. - The girl's look became serious, the affectation immediately disappeared. She got up and went to the window.
He saw how her whole body was saying how unpleasant these persons were to her.
- What do you know about them?
- Nothing.
These old bitches can't calm down. She said with anger in her voice.
He was now sure that he had an ally.
- Could you persuade him to ride somewhere over the hill, sunbathe?
The girl became curious, she turned to him:
- What are you going to do?
“I, with the help of his wife, will tickle their dignity a little.
- You have two weeks and a wife. He does not love her, does not live with her. This marriage is beneficial for both.
The elevator opened and Yermolov entered the room.
- You made a mistake, but it was very similar to a scam.
- Yes, thank God. How tired I am of all this, constantly watching someone try to deceive us. How I would like to be on the island together and no one around.
The girl stretched and wrapped her arms around Yermolov's neck. Not everyone can resist such an attack, and how can one refuse such a creature.
- What's stopping us? Go.
- When?
- Right now!
- And what about your wife?
- Wife? Oh ... And let Zhenya take care of it, he is our master of amorous affairs.
- I?
- Come on, we're just married, and everyone has their own life!
- Fine.
- Come on, at least some kind of variety, otherwise it has been unbearable lately.
- Fine. Agreed.
- On the. Take some money for petty expenses. If she is kind, then I will give you more.
- How long will you leave? For a month?
- No, I think for ten days, plus the road. In general, about two weeks, if you like it: - He looked at the girl - Maybe we'll linger. Don't worry, I'll give you some more money.
Yermolov's face beamed with anticipation of pleasure.
- Okay, I won't detain you any longer.
Zhenya left, and the couple in love began to plan where to go and what to take with them.
He again remembered that look from the photo. He did not let him go for a long time today, this look was intoxicating, calling. But work is work, and he has not forgotten what happens when you get carried away by someone, it hurts, it hurts a lot.
He was standing on the balcony when Elsa entered the hall. She was not inferior to photography, and even was even better. The girl was proud. A beautiful figure was emphasized by an evening dress. Tall, slim. Her hair was styled today. The look is slightly languid but still just as lively and attractive.
"Brooch" and "Cape" were already here, they came not so long ago and did not notice him. Most likely they expected to see, at best, a student in jeans with a jacket borrowed from a neighbor, or even "Vasya Banochkin from the sixth housing office." They kept looking back at the front door.
The girl was still sitting alone, although about five minutes had passed. Eugene decided it was time to act. He went down the far stairs so as not to run before the eyes of the Ladies. Approaching the table where the still bored girl was sitting, he spoke:
- Good evening.
Sight. Like another moth, beating against glass, trying to get through to the candle flame.
- Elza Yermolova, if I'm not mistaken. I am your gift.
Deaf not understanding in the eyes.
- I was hired by two ladies sitting at the first window on the left side of the entrance.
The look of incomprehension was replaced by rage.
- I don't enjoy it either. I suggest that you take revenge, these subjects, with my help.
Carefully peering into the eyes of a young man.
- Take a seat. - The voice was velvety and did not let down appearance.
- Thank you. - He sits down opposite - Today in the lunch area, these ladies hired me to seduce you. At that moment I looked like a loader. I think they wanted to make fun of you. For this they promised to pay five hundred coins.
- Do we have such tariffs now?
- How much I cost is a separate conversation. I am now interested in whether you want to take revenge on your offenders or we will both be the losers.
- What are you offering?
- Tonight, I propose to have a romantic dinner with me, and play a scene of seduction in public, so much so that everyone envy us. When it's all over, we can go to Their table and demand retribution. I don't think two happy faces will make them happy.
- The plan is fine - sarcastic smile - but there are some omissions.
- Which for example?
- Yes, at least my husband, who will appear any minute, or if I don’t like you so much that I can’t be in the same city with you, and you will have to leave. - Smile.
- If I negotiate with your husband, can I count on your favor?
- If you're here in five minutes, I'll think about your proposal.
Zhenya realized that her husband had appeared in the hall, it was just in time.
He got up from the table and went to meet Yermolov.
They met in the middle of the hall.
- Oh, hi. Have you built bridges yet?
- Hello. Not quite yet, she can't agree to this without you.
- Come on then, I'll introduce you to her now and rush to her.
- Let's.
And they went to Elsa.
- Hello, I want to introduce you to my friend Eugene. Sorry, I have an urgent meeting. I'm going away for a week, so I leave it to you.
- You will definitely not be in the city, or how then, you will be accidentally seen by more than one?
- Exactly, stop it. We agreed, everyone lives their own lives.
Usually cool, keep their wives in a fist, but here.
- See you in a week. Elsa said.
- Well, don't miss me.
When the husband left, the guy's first question was: - How did he give you freedom?
- He needs me, especially since I have my own capital, so I do not depend on him. He can have sex in the flowerbed, but it's unlikely to go out with this one.
- As far as I understand, we started a romantic evening.
I hope you don't have bad taste in cooking!
Zhenya called the waiter.
- I was a little ahead of the events, and already ordered everything. I hope, you like it. Do you mind that I switched to you?
- No, I don't mind. Let's see what you're into.
Zhenya gave the corresponding order to the waiter, in a minute everything was on the table. Fine wine. Originally prepared meat, and small rolls, similar to those served as an appetizer.
Elsa tried the roll.
Mmmmm, I haven't tried anything like that.
- They don't cook it here, but you can order it if you want.
She looked at him intently.
- And what else is possible here, if desired? Her eyes sparkled.
- It's up to you.
- Let's have a great evening, I don't want to be disappointed in you.
They talked for a long time, danced a lot, he was the very seduction, she was the very tenderness.
Once again, as they danced and he gently caressed her back, she said.
“I didn't think I could have even more enemies.
- Did something happen?
- And you did not notice, I feel good with you, and it's too obvious! Almost all the ladies have evil eyes.
- Then look at the eyes of this guy. And he gently pushed her onto her back.
It took her a second to see the desire in her eyes, and with what difficulty some girl held it.
When Elsa straightened up, her face shone.
- I have already lost the habit of enjoying a man, you let me remember this. You let me enjoy the feeling that I am a girl, and I am not only appreciated, but also wanted.
- Let's go to the balcony.
- Let's.
When they passed by their offenders, he gently stroked her back, She immediately arched, languor swept through her body, and she involuntarily made a sound of lust. Immediately pulling herself together, she took a few more steps before she spoke.
- You did it on purpose! But I liked it, let them know that they truly gave me happiness, and let them see how good it is for me.
There was not a soul on the balcony, and they calmly continued their game.
Pay
A couple walked out onto the balcony holding hands.
The girl approached the wide railing and looked at the beauty of the night.
The guy slowly approached her, taking her by the shoulders, he buried his face in her hair, inhaling a bouquet of aromas, he went down below. A beautiful neck was waiting for him. The first kiss was so tender that the girl simply surrendered herself to pleasure, irrevocably. The mouth ran down the neck. Having reached the cat's place (slightly above the shoulder blades), he neatly licked it. At the touch of the tongue, the girl's body responded with a waterfall of feelings. She arched over to feel his body. Between her buttocks she felt a large, hot lump of flesh throbbing in unison with his heartbeat. The boy hugged her tightly. Now she owned it. Squatting down a little, she slowly began to rise. The boy struggled to keep from attacking her. And, as you know, the best defense is an attack. Gathering all the last self-control, he did not push her away, but on the contrary, slowly stroked her hands down, reaching the waist, took her by the hips, pressed her slowly, so that the pleasure from a sharp take-off turned into a soft rise. Having enjoyed a little, from the touch of two bodies, he slowly ran his hands over his stomach and headed towards two beautiful hills crowned with strawberries.
Through the silk dress, the girl felt hot, tender hands. With the tenderness and pleasure with which the partner enjoyed her splendor of the body, more and more turns her on. His tenderness, thrown like a grain into fertile soil, her sensuality, gave a sprout of beauty. She woke up when his hands were under the dress, slowly enveloping her breasts from top and bottom, trying to seize the scarlet nipples. Her chest fluttered under his hands. Wasting no time, she slowly slipped her hands between the bodies and took possession of that hot and pulsing lump of flesh that so attracted her now. After stroking it a little, she slowly unbuttoned his fly. His head peeked out a little from under the trunks. She slowly descended to two neat testicles, slightly pushing her claws, she slowly began her way up. Enjoying the way his body reacts to every fold of skin under her claws. Having reached the head, which was already completely freed from swimming trunks, she slowly spread her fingers apart and grabbed a heart between them. With her thumb, she caressed the top of it gently. The heart burned, it was wet, and it responded to her touch as if it were naked nerves.
It was impossible to go further, they risked too much.
- Let's finish the local business, and retire somewhere. - he said.
- Let's.
They cleaned up and went inside. The ladies were already leaving.
- Let's go faster. she said and pulled him by the hand.
Approaching the table where they were paying with a not very happy look of the Lady. She leaned over to her companion and said.
- You gave a truly happy evening today.
- It's his salary. - five pieces of paper fall on the table. This was their last trump card.
Now it's Zhenya's turn.
- Oh, you know, I saw beautiful panties in one shop, just for you. In my opinion, they cost three hundred plus, so that they would let us in now, we would have to give the guard a sleepyhead, but buy something for tomorrow morning.
- Thank you. Just in time. - Said Eugene, referring to the ladies.
All the curses of hell were read in their eyes.
He took his fee, and headed for the exit, paying off along the way.
- Where are we going? she asked.
- As agreed, to the store.
- You're crazy now half past one.
- I know, do not worry, but there is such a little thing, you will not regret it.
The taxi was already in front of them. She was still staring at him intently, without leaving her spot.
- Your husband told me to take care of you. And I will keep my promise. Everything will be great. She saw the certainty in his eyes.
- Fine. she said as she got into the car. - What if I don't like them or they're not my size?
The car drove to the named address.
- I haven't been wrong yet. I hope that doesn't happen this time either. Moreover, we will just ride around the city this evening. Even if they don't let us in, we'll have a nice ride.
She clung to him.
- You know, for some reason I feel calm with you, although you are a desperate madman.
- And you reminded me that I can take care of a woman. Like a man. And get great pleasure from it.
He kissed her gently on the cheek. Once more, then hotter and lower, her hand sank into his hair, pressing him against her. She slowly turn around for a caress. For a second, he backed away from her, looking at the scarlet lips, enjoying their trembling and impatience. He clung to them with a new wave of passion, as a traveler in the desert clings to a crystal clear and cold stream. Their tongues met, caressing each other. Her lips throbbed as if they had hearts in them instead of chests. And the hands were drawn to each other.
He stopped. - We're on our way.
He had known the owner of the store for a long time, and therefore they were quickly let through. The store specialized in lingerie for girls. The panties were truly beautiful, of course they were not worth the entire amount named by the guy, but still.
The guard, a young guy, was standing nearby, and was looking forward to when he could return to his heated sofa again.
- Try it on.
She had been fiddling with them for five minutes. Looking at the speaker, she smiled.
Having removed the skirt to the side, this allowed making a side cut starting from the hip, she took off her panties, while demonstrating to the audience excellent data and a beautiful hairstyle in the form of a seagull. The panties slowly began to rise along the tanned legs, to the place that they were supposed to decorate. They sat on it as if it were one, girl and ornament. The lace was so skillfully made that it emphasized the natural beauty. Where there were sponges, there was a mesh, the "seagull" found its place in this harmony.
The girl glowed with happiness.
- I have never seen anything like it. They are not weighty and pleasant to the touch, so come here, touch.
Yeah, I didn't even expect that. They seem to be made for you.
- You have no idea how comfortable they are, and how pleasant the body is.
She turned to the guard. - Beautiful?
Only a question could bring him out of his stupor.
- Oh, I've never seen one like that.
And only now Zhenya understood and saw everything. A tanned, tall, slender girl, in beautiful underwear, on high heels - she looked in the rays of illumination, like Aphrodite who had come to earth. It was indescribable.