I barely had time to rinse and dry my hair when Marta suddenly entered the room, clicking her heels.

So I froze - naked, on the edge of the pool, and with a towel in my hands. And watched the lady's lips curve into a slightly sarcastic smile.

“Better,” she said, looking over at me. - Although I am again convinced that eroticism is in you, like in a bag of potatoes. Ass is fucked up, back is shaped like a question mark... get dressed. And faster. You are lucky, today you will have your first clients.

- Already? I exclaimed in fear, almost dropping the towel.

Already, mouse. They...