The third day hanging around Moscow without a penny in his pocket, Igor peered enviously into the windows of foreign cars with tinted windows passing by him, trying to see the lucky ones inside. Money... Damn it, where are these notorious crazy "grandmothers", flowing, according to the provincials, into the bottomless pockets of Muscovites from all over the country? And why can't he, a healthy, smart and still young man, break off his piece from this damned metropolitan pie?
No money means nothing: no housing next month, no food for the next week, not even a ticket to your hometown. But in the notebook there is one address ...
Remembering this, Igor grinned wryly and shrugged his shoulders. Well… After all, he doesn’t foresee women in the foreseeable future either, so it doesn’t matter what to do with the liquid that has accumulated over the month and is useless, causing only pain in the groin…
To his surprise, at the family planning department of the city gynecological dispensary, not old, with a mockingly cynical look, grims worked, but quite normal and modern (in good suits and with short haircuts) men. True, this did not make Igor feel better.
- Hold the test tube, hand over the seminal fluid for analysis. Have you watched The Naked Gun?
- Well…
- What's "well"? Move to the third floor, to the laboratory assistant ... Tomorrow - for the results.
Several young women and older women were smoking on the stairs. Ignoring Igor climbing the stairs, they enthusiastically discussed the possibility of a successful pregnancy in the premenopausal period. One, however, not without interest glanced at him, but immediately looked away.
In a small office at the end of the corridor, a spectacle awaited Igor, which he no longer hoped to see: at a table littered with papers, a real grimza of about 50 years old was sitting, a kind of old maid from jokes.
- Are you for ejaculate analysis?
“Absolutely not at all,” Igor replied in a cheerful voice, which, for some reason, felt relieved at the sight of this woman.
The "old maid" gave him an appraising look and nodded with thinly concealed approval.
- Well, okay. Take the key, first room on the left...
Turning his back on the laboratory assistant and taking a few steps in the indicated direction, Igor suddenly felt her hand on his shoulder with hostility. The touch even made him shudder. Ready to curse dirty and immediately leave this realm of masturbation, he abruptly turned and ... froze. The old grimza sat in the same place, and in front of him stood a short, attractive woman. An almost boyish figure with narrow hips was dressed in a short sundress, beautiful, slightly plump legs protruding right from under the edge of which. Irregular facial features and a slightly protruding lower lip did not spoil her at all, but, on the contrary, even gave her a certain charm.
Looking at this little miracle, Igor suddenly caught himself thinking that in the woman standing in front of him he was attracted not by slender legs, not smooth, without a single wrinkle, the skin on a graceful neck and breasts that did not sway to the beat of her breathing with nipples clearly looming under a tight-fitting sundress , ah ... look. It was he who made the blood rush to the head and loins, and the thought to lose control and direction.
Large dark green eyes, slightly moistened, looked at him a little mockingly, but at the same time seriously. The pause was clearly prolonged, and the laboratory assistant, who was sitting at her desk a meter away from them, coughed delicately and almost whispered:
- Le-e-enochka ...
The woman finally took her eyes off Igor, allowing him to relax a little, and took a couple of steps back. Grymza also rose from her chair and approached them.
- Well, that's what, - she said quietly, turning to Igor. - If you want, you can earn extra money right now, without waiting for your turn. You see, - she was clearly embarrassed, which was, in general, strange for this institution, - you see, not all of our clients like artificial insemination ... Do you understand me?
Igor nodded silently.
“So,” the laboratory assistant continued, “you won’t earn that kind of money here in a year, so it seems to me that there’s nothing special to decide here ...
- How? Igor squeezed out of himself, not recognizing his own voice.
- Seven hundred fifty. dollars. Well ... I'll be honest: seven hundred and fifty for you, the same for me. Deal?
Igor furtively glanced at the “customer”, who had been staring blankly to the side all this time.
- Deal. Only... Why here? he asked, looking in bewilderment at the gloomy brick walls.
The stranger finally woke up and, taking Igor by the sleeve, pulled him to the window. Below, right next to the entrance to the dispensary, there was a brand new "BMW", near which a young man in an expensive suit was walking around and saying something into the "pipe".
- That's it, guys, let's, - the laboratory assistant suddenly hurried. - The money, of course, is good, but I don’t want to fly out of this place either. When you're done, run back...
The room for onanists, as Igor mentally christened it, turned out to be even more nondescript than the office of the old grimza. In the far corner there was an ordinary hospital couch, on the leatherette surface of which traces of the “works” of its former guests were clearly visible, and to the right of the door a washbasin was lonely sticking out of the wall.
Lena stood in front of the couch, leaning her back against the wall, and looked at him questioningly. The situation, to put it mildly, was not conducive to relaxation, and Igor, sighing heavily, decided to tune in to the upcoming "work" purely mechanically.
Downcast eyes and unbuttoning his fly, he took out his completely lethargic friend and made a couple of forward-return movements. As he expected, this did not have any beneficial effect, but, to his joy, it did not serve as a reason for any reproaches from his partner.
After half a minute, Lena broke away from the wall and approached him. Raising his eyes, Igor met her gaze and at the same moment felt her hand at the bottom of his stomach. The touch was light, barely noticeable, but he no longer thought about it, but only gazed fascinated into her eyes. At some point, he realized that he really wanted her, and then, as bright as a flash of lightning and an incredibly strong impulse, which originated somewhere in the intricacies of his nervous system, reached its goal in a split second.
The woman recoiled, but Igor managed to grab her hand and hold it on his groin.
A few minutes later, Lena gently but persistently freed herself from this captivity and took a step back. Igor approached her and, breathing unevenly, put his hand on her knee, smoothly and quickly moving her up. She pulled away again and, looking at Igor's face covered with drops of sweat, narrowed her eyes and smiled slightly, silently shaking her head. Then she carefully but unequivocally lowered her eyes and returned to her original place, to the wall.
Igor approached her and knelt down. Lifting up her sundress, he saw a teardrop-clear liquid trickle down the inside of her lacy panties. The air in the room was filled with the always recognizable, but never repeated feminine scent, and he, unable to restrain himself any longer, with one sharp movement released her from the last barrier separating them and fell to the source of this moisture, exuding new drops of moisturizing nectar with every impatient movement. …
Feeling Lena tense her legs and tremble slightly, he penetrated her deeper and accelerated the stimulation, wanting to end this foreplay with her full orgasm. The woman's body contracted convulsively, and he clearly felt the strong pulsating movements of the hot, bloodshot walls of her vagina. Lena sighed and pushed him away, slowly sliding down the wall to the floor.
Igor had never before received such pleasure from oral contact with a woman, and, barely holding back his ejaculation, he quickly threw Lena, who had not yet regained strength after an orgasm, to the floor, easily entering her wet and still swollen hole ...
- Everything is fine? the lab assistant asked as they entered her office.
Lena silently nodded and took a casually thrown cloak from the windowsill. Taking out a purse from her pocket, she counted out one and a half thousand dollars in bills of 100 and 10 and, having handed over the money to the grimza, she left without even looking at Igor.
Watching the laboratory assistant, with trembling hands counting out the fee due to him for the work done, he was suddenly seized by an inexplicable rage and contempt for himself. Stealing is one thing, but admitting that you are a whore...
After waiting for the woman to count out his share, now neatly wrapped in a sheet of paper, he looked at her badly and, paternally saying softly: “Remember your work”, gathered one and a half pieces of “green” lying on the table and slowly headed for the exit. . After him, curses and threats rained down, but Igor did not pay the slightest attention to them. And what, in fact, could this old fool do to him?
Going out into the street, he took a deep breath and somehow looked at the beautiful Moscow in a new way ...
He devoured the first piece of the cake that tasted of her juice, and he again felt the taste for life. Looking around, Igor wondered what he wanted at that moment in the first place. And realizing what he needed now, for the first time in the last month he laughed cheerfully and carelessly: he needed a woman, His Woman ...