5 years ago

Gleb

“Look, what a girl is dancing,” Nikita whistles, pushing me in the side with his elbow.

We have been sitting at a table in a club for ten minutes now, looking for someone to meet, but so far no one is catching on. I follow the direction of his gaze and see a brunette bending in the dance, which immediately shows that she devotes a lot of time to her figure in the gym, judging by the sculpted legs and the toned fifth point in a narrow dress.

- Good, huh? Nick asks.

“Well, go ahead,” I urge him.

A friend saw her first, and although I really liked her too, I'm not going to cross his path. Fraternal code, his mother!

“I give in,” Nikita unexpectedly gives out, grinning rather contentedly. - I have looked after the baby for a long time and have already watched how she sends off two losers. And so, they found you, so you won’t be bored here without me.

“How caring you are today,” I smile sarcastically, once again glancing over the brunette’s figure. “Are you sure your electoral baby won’t send you either?” Where is she, by the way?

“Over there, at the table by the counter,” Nick nods in the right direction.

I see a blonde sitting alone and immediately lose interest. I like brunettes or, at worst, redheads. I am not at all drawn to blondes, a psychologist would attribute this to the fact that I have a childhood trauma due to the ever-changing blond conquests of a negligent dad, but I just consider them to be somehow colorless.

“Well, good luck, I'm going,” I smirk at Niku before heading over to my brunette with a fucking body.

I am attached to her from behind, putting my hands on my hips, and, turning around, she immediately loses indignation on her beautiful face, as soon as she sees me for a few long seconds. I understand from the look that the girl appreciated my appearance and price category. I love these. Pamper them a little and they are in your hands. No preludes in the form of a candy-bouquet period, you can go straight to bed. My favorite type.

An hour later, having danced and drunk a couple of cocktails, my girlfriend is ready to leave for the night, or maybe for a few, if she shows herself well. I have already forgotten about Nikita, but, glancing at our table, I see that he is sitting alone. I can't resist the temptation to make fun of him.

“Now let’s say goodbye to my friend and let’s go,” I say in the ear of Nastya or Natasha, whatever her name is, and lead me to the second floor, to Nick.

“Hi, I’m Nastya,” the girl takes matters into her own hands, holding out her hand to my friend.

- Hi, Nastya. Nick,” he replies, giving her an appraising look. - You dance very well, I just stared.

- Thank you, you're cute! she giggles, sitting down next to him on the couch.

- What, the blonde did not peck at you, honey? I chuckle, looking down, where his failed conquest still sits, but no longer alone, but with a guy.

“Come on, she, it’s like she left the house for the first time,” Nikita declares a little offended. - What an uncommunicative savage!

Oh, this is a tough one! Probably a redneck coming, don't worry about her, - Nastya laughs, flashing an eloquent look in my direction. – What do you think, Gleb, shall we take your friend with us? And then he sits here alone, bored. Let's have fun together tonight.

“No, baby, I don’t play like that,” I stop her fantasies, trying not to laugh at the dumbfounded look of Nick, who did not immediately catch up with what the little slut is hinting at.

“Hmm… No, that’s a bad idea!” he quickly agrees, looking at me with horror.

Here's a moron, you'd think he'd left the house for the first time!

“An attempt is not torture,” Nastya pouts, getting up to sit next to me, clinging to her arm with an impressive top ninety. - Gleb, shall we go to you then?

She runs her finger along my neck, reaching under the collar of my T-shirt and scratching with her fingernail, but I turn away from her attempt to kiss me.

“Not here, baby, or I won’t be able to stop if I start,” I lie blatantly to her, knowing how girls like the feeling of power over us, out of control because of their attractiveness, stupid men.

She immediately gets to her feet with a triumphant face and waves goodbye to Nick.

So long, Nick. Hope to see you again.

– Good night! He smiles suggestively.

When we go down to the first floor, Nastya drags me to the toilets.

"I'll be quick, can you wait for me?" the girl asks.

“Of course,” I reply, leaning boredly against the wall.

Either way, it's going to be a long wait. The girls spend an eternity in the toilet, preening themselves in front of the mirror. There is definitely a queue.

I'm fiddling with my phone when I catch the sounds of fuss at the next door through the music.

“Someone didn’t make it home,” I grin at a completely logical thought about the occupation of those who are in the mop, but after a few seconds I catch a strangled cry: “Help!”

“You don’t need this, Gleb,” I persuade myself, but an unexpected flash of conscience, which, in principle, rarely wakes up in me, forces me to act.

I open the mop door and see an oil painting: a drunken freak is trying to get under the dress of a resisting girl. I quickly grab him by the collar and put him against the wall, and this inadequate one simply slides down it, which is not surprising, judging by his condition.

I look at the girl, but she has huddled in a corner, trying to cover herself with a dress torn from above, partially exposing her underwear.

“Let’s get out of here,” I tell her, holding out my hand.

She opens her closed eyes and looks at me with surprise and relief, looking at the unconscious freak.

- Thank you! he whispers gratefully, wiping his tears with his free hand, and then suddenly sobs with feeling.

"Well! The hysteria begins, ”I think with annoyance, but the girl surprises me, resolutely rising to her feet and kicking her failed rapist with her foot.

- May you burn in hell, you goat! - gives out with anger, and then sobs again, trying to cover himself better.

When she goes out into the bright corridor and squints, shielding her eyes with her hand, I understand that this is the same girl that Nick tried to drive up to. And I also see that the dress is also torn from below, exposing her surprisingly beautiful, pale hips. Her skin is very fair all over, as if she never goes out, but the look is not sickly, but strangely attractive. I would probably…

"Stop! She's also a blonde. Since when did blondes start to seem attractive to me?

I examine her from head to toe, surprised by the reaction of my body, and when I look up to her face and see how she rubs her wet eyes, I understand that the girl is a real beauty. No wonder Nick was staring at her so much.

“I really appreciate it,” she says, embarrassed, looking around in the empty hallway. – Can I call a taxi from your phone? My discharged.

“Okay,” I reach into my pocket for my phone. “And no one can pick you up?” I wouldn't risk taking a taxi like this.

She looks down again and sighs plaintively, shaking her head, and I, in my heart cursing myself for the altruism that came from nowhere, I understand that I will help her again. Entering the app to call a taxi, I hand her the phone and, taking hold of the bottom of the black T-shirt, pull it off with one habitual movement. Lucky for this little girl, the T-shirt is probably worth more than her entire wardrobe.

“Here, take this,” I hold out the thing to her, and she, having shifted her gaze from the phone screen to me, suddenly blushes rapidly, as if for the first time she saw a naked male torso.

Of course, I'm pleased. Even more. No wonder I spend so much time in the gym. The only thing is that the girl doesn’t keep an appraising look at me, like the others, but quickly takes a T-shirt and, turning away, pulls it on herself, completely covering her short black dress.

“I don't know what I would have done without your help. Really, thank you so much! If you give me your number, I will return your T-shirt.

I don’t need a T-shirt, because I only give my number to the people I really need, and even more so I don’t tell the girls, but she looks at me with such universal gratitude, stretching her pink lips in a smile that everything inside is on fire. It feels like acid has been injected into my veins as I feel hot and want to touch her to see how her skin feels and smells. I am surprised to realize that I want her to call me and I want to see her again.

- How will you write it down if your phone is dead? Come on, I'll call you myself. Fuck yourself on my phone.

“Exactly,” she smiles, starting to write her number. - I wrote it down as Ksyusha T-shirt, so you will immediately understand who it is.

“Ksyusha,” I roll her name on my tongue.

A small, sweet little name, just like its owner, because Xenia does not suit her at all.

- Well, Ksyusha T-shirt, and I'm Gleb and I'll call you tomorrow, - I smile carnivorously at my first blonde.

There is no chance that I will just let her go. Just because Nick is unlucky doesn't mean she can resist me.