It was a beautiful summer evening. Black clouds covered the sky, it began to rain ... And yet for him the evening was beautiful. He walked down Twenty-first Street, he didn't care. After all, he just got fired. Just two months ago, he was fired from the drug department, where he had worked for five years, and now he has lost the crime department at NY news. The work was good and did not bother much, he even began to like it, but the boss did not like him. He laughed at him, covered him with mud for the slightest offense, but he did not endure. Literally an hour ago, the chief was taken away in an ambulance with a "broken nose", and he, having signed the application, went home. But he was not destined to reach the house ...
From bright Twenty-first, he turned into a familiar dark street, where only one neon sign glowed "Sem's Bar", along the wall of which four girls dressed in underwear were attached. On the other side stood a drunken dirty man. Smoking a stinking cigarette, he looked at the slender legs of one of them. The narrow street was lit up with light - a car turned here. She quickly swept past, taking the man with her. "Lari was shot down!" yelled one of the girls. “And what do you care about this stump, he didn’t stare at you,” another lazily answered.
Passing by them, he thought that Larry had good taste, kicked the thick wooden door and found himself in a bar. It was a small establishment, which, however, was never empty. It was stifling in here, choosing a seat, he went to the very end of the bar and sat down on a high chair near the window. He ordered whiskey on the rocks. The waiter, trying to dilute the whiskey with soda, got a kick, and the bottle fell to the floor. A big black figure of Sam appeared behind the waiter, so he saved my whiskey. The perplexed waiter went to serve other customers. "Hey, Bruce," Sam boomed cheerfully. "Today you have more girls than us men," Bruce replied, pointing to a girl of about 18, without a bra, sitting on the lap of a guy whose nose was buried in her magnificent breasts. "I don't care, as long as they get paid." And he disappeared ... Sam was a kind "small" and knew how to understand what a person needs. And Bruce now needed only one thing...
But this one thing, that is, loneliness, was destroyed by one of the girls sitting nearby at a separate table. She sat down beside him, ordered "the same as for him" and began to study him. He paid no attention to her, and she decided to start: "Hi, Bruce" - he heard - "How are you." He turned and saw a short girl in a red tight dress, obviously not cheap. She was beautiful, but not vulgar like those at the entrance, but reserved. "And what did she forget in this bar?" - and immediately answered his own question - "me ...". Realizing that she recognized his name when Sam greeted him, Bruce calmly replied: "Introduce yourself, since you already know my name." She was not at a loss: "Jackie, Jackie Savage" - it was a model, he read about her in one of the issues of his newspaper. It is clear that here she was looking for adventure: "Not really," Bruce answered her question. Realizing that his thoughts were far from her, she returned to the table, and when her company left, she again went to the counter. He finished his second glass. Putting her hand on his shoulder, she said softly, "Could you walk me home, I live near Twenty-first." Without answering, he stood up, threw a couple of dollar bills on the table and took her arm. The rain had already stopped, it was fresh outside, and he offered his jacket. She didn't refuse. Having passed a little along the Twenty-first, they turned left and went along the street, where the mansions flaunted. Her "home" turned out to be a two-story white house covered with red plastic tiles. He opened the gate, let her go ahead and said goodbye. Turning, Bruce heard the door slam. After twenty meters he went back...
Passing through the familiar gate, he rang. They immediately opened it and handed him his jacket with a smile. Having stood like that with a jacket under his arm for about fifteen seconds, he heard an offer to come in. And he didn't refuse. He sat in the dimly lit living room and listened as she told him something about her life. After briefly listening to the story of the dismissal, she came up and took his hand. In a few seconds she was sitting on his lap and kissing him passionately.
Taking advantage of the pause, she pulled away from Bruce and stood up. Looking at him with an innocent look, she began to slowly remove her dress over her head. When the red rag crawled to his thighs, he realized that there was nothing on it. Long slender legs drove him crazy. There was almost no hair on the pubis, and rounded hard breasts "looked" in different directions. At that moment, she seemed to him the very perfection. She walked over and began to unbutton his shirt. She smelled great of perfume. Her nipples now and then flashed in front of his face. When the trousers were already on the floor, he could not stand it and dug his lips into the nipple, it was dense and pleasant to the taste. She moaned softly, then carefully took her breasts away and began to kiss his stomach, slowly sliding down. He didn't have any swimwear...
She knelt before the chair and looked at it. Bruce felt her take it slowly into his mouth. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes. But there were no further sensations ... opening his eyes, he saw that Jackie was climbing into a chair. Grabbing her buttocks with one hand, he helped her up. She took his unyielding flesh in her hands and began to slowly introduce it into her. A pleasant warmth suddenly enveloped him, all his thoughts vanished. Jackie slowly moved up and down, he helped her with his strong hand, while he held her breasts with the other. She moved more and more erratically, and he was already "ready." The pace accelerated, her moans became more frequent. She arched over so that she would have fallen to the floor if she had not held on to his muscular shoulder with one hand. After making a few more movements, she felt a warm flow in herself and finished. Kissing him on the lips, Jackie lay on his shoulder. Suddenly everything went dark.
Bruce opened his eyes and looked around. He was sitting in a big chair. On top of him, Jackie lay curled up against his broad chest, her arms wrapped around his neck. The lamps in the spacious room were still burning, but their light was no longer visible. Through the glass ceiling of the living room, an orange-red semicircle of the rising sun shone through ... the morning came as beautiful as the evening.