6

EGOR

I'm a complete idiot. It was necessary to sign Polina's application and throw her out into the street with a good severance pay and recommendations - let her roll in all four directions, if only away from our business center. So as not to see her, so as not to constantly stumble upon her charms and not suffer because you have the Leaning Tower of Pisa in your pants.

But now I can't change my mind because I'll look like a hysterical PMS lady who has seven Fridays a week.

And I'm not a lady, through the fault of Polina, I turned into an excited teenager, floating day and night in a sea of red-hot fantasies. Brutal to the point that he is ready to rape a lamppost. I met a girl in a club and had a break with her three times in a week. But it wasn't sex, it was a sorry excuse, because it doesn't even come close to what I experienced with my assistant.

It’s good that there was a complete blockage at work, I couldn’t breathe, I had to rush around the city from one meeting to another. And in the office there are constant meetings, negotiations. Thus, it was possible to stay away from my personal detonator, that is, Polina.

And when they met, he tried not to keep his eyes on her wonderful figure, on her plump lips. Because I immediately imagined how she takes my cock into her mouth, how she moves to the very base and sucks so selflessly that her cheeks are drawn in. In my fantasy, she looks down with her brown eyes while I hold her mane of fist-wrapped hair and set the right rhythm. Oh, baby, you're amazing, come on, baby, try for me ...

She never returned her panties and bathing suit. What more! These are my trophies, they still smell of her. This is an awesome scent. The swimsuit was also a well-known brand. I rummaged again on the Internet and found out that it cost my assistant a lot. I have a rich assistant. Probably, the parents provide the girl well, they gave both an apartment and a car. She does not have to worry about anything, and Polina spends her entire salary on outfits, cosmetics and underwear.

On Friday, she came to me at four o'clock in the afternoon, such a modest woman, her eyes on the floor. And I immediately remembered our adventure two weeks ago, also on Friday, when I sat her on the table, and then pulled up her skirt almost to her neck. She, of course, felt the touch of a cool surface, and when I put my hand in her panties, it was already so hot and humid there that there was no doubt that she craved me as much as I craved her.

It is interesting that both then and now I looked through the documents relating to the Trade-Service company.

- Egor Nikolaevich, can I leave? Polina asked softly.

- What is it all of a sudden! I immediately yelled. - We still have a lot of work to do! I tossed aside the marketing report in annoyance. – Where are you going?

The whole week we talked like this - ceremoniously, on "you", as if both were trying to forget about our exciting adventure in a fitness club.

- I need to see a dentist.

I looked up at her, but before I got to her face, I first scanned her breasts. The outline of a lacy bra showed through the thin fabric. So, come on, Yegor, I'm tired of being distracted! Don't look there. But why not look? A row of small mother-of-pearl buttons run from the neck down the blouse, and these shiny round buttons give rise to associations in the head. I imagine how I play with my tongue with her excited clitoris, circle around, tease, and he is buried in the juice of desire ...

- Egor Nikolaevich?

I woke up. The girl must have had a toothache, and I'm snarling at her.

“Okay, go ahead,” he waved his hand dismissively. - I'll be floundering here alone. Devil! So many documents, and I'm the only one to rake it. Give me some tea before leaving.

“Okay, I’ll bring it now,” Polina answered meekly.

It's strange to see her so quiet. Usually he snorts like a hedgehog, turns up his nose, gives me angry looks in response to orders.

Probably, her tooth hurts so badly that even the harmfulness of my thorn has diminished.

- Are you okay? I asked when she brought me tea. - Can you get to the doctor? Give me a car?

Polina lifted her chin haughtily.

- Here's another! I'll get there myself. Goodbye.

"See you Monday," I said dryly. - Don't be late, please.

The assistant immediately reared up:

- When I was late!

- All right, all right, Polina, don't make a fuss. Goodbye, go to your dentist already. You know how to take your mind off things!

No, really? She distracts me insanely.

Polina left, and I did not breathe or move for a few more seconds, so as not to dispel the cloud of delicate aroma that she always brings with her. What is this perfume? No difference. On another woman, this smell will be completely different, I have no doubt. It becomes insane precisely because it mixes with the smell of Pauline's skin.

Yes, that's enough.

I immersed myself in the work, concentrated on what I was doing. I won’t let a pretty squirrel eat my brain, it’s enough that my penis no longer belongs to me, it seems to be connected by invisible threads with this girl, sensitively reacts to any of her movements. Heck.

Answered the call.

- Egor Nikolaevich, how are you? Valery Popov worries. Why don't we meet? It would be necessary to discuss something, - I heard the voice of one of my acquaintances from the circle of the business elite in the dynamics.

With the Arsenal company, owned by Popov, we are almost competitors. Spheres of interests are in contact, that look, we will start to gnaw at each other's throats. But for now, he manages to balance on a fine line. I have no doubt that Popov is sleeping and sees how the interception of our contract with Trade Service. But let him roam, nothing shines for him here. He'd rather grow his plait to toe than push us down in the market. Now Popov has no hair at all, he shaves to zero all his life.

- Let's meet, Valery Mikhailovich, - I politely agreed. - Always happy. Set a time and place.

- What if today? In my office? How do you look at it? If, of course, you can escape.

- But I can!

- Cool, - Popov was delighted. “Are you satisfied in an hour?”

- Deal. I'll drive.

I'll roll, I'll unwind. Moreover, after a whole day of communication with Polina, I am so excited that it does not hurt to be distracted. Meeting a potential competitor is a good opportunity. It is clear that we have nothing to discuss with Arsenal. In any case, we will gradually squeeze them out of the market. But it's interesting to hear what the shaven-headed kid came up with. I will gather information, find out what the competitors' plans and moods are.

PAULINE

For a moment I felt ashamed - when the director suddenly, for no reason at all, showed humanity, offered a car. In fact, I soaped not at all to the dentist. It was an excuse. I was finally invited for an interview at a very cool company, but I couldn’t tell the director about it.

I had to cheat, although because of the lies my conscience tormented me. What can you do! I can imagine what kind of face Bulansky would have if I told him: “Let me go, please, I need to go to Arsenal, I'm going to get a job with them!”

Yes, he would have taken a hit.

But the director immediately ran into me, and all doubts were removed as if by magic. When was I late? Here's a freak, just to dig into something! I just want to smack him on his beautiful face. It just terribly infuriates me, even censorship words are not enough!

So I go to the interview with peace of mind. I'm not going to worry about the fact that I deceived the boss.

And at Arsenal, a vacancy opened up in the financial department, just in my main specialty. In salary, of course, I will lose, but not by much. The main thing, of course, is to make an impression at the meeting now.

I drove to the company office, parked with difficulty, had to make three circles around the block, and in the end I stumbled in the yard, threw my pretty turquoise toy right in a puddle, there were no other options. She got her boots wet when she got out of the car. Damn damn it! Is there a hole in them? I think I bought it at the beginning of autumn. Water penetrated the shoes instantly, and now an unpleasant dampness has formed there.

A huge minus when the company does not have a normal parking lot. If they take me, the same ordeals await every morning. But what can you do! No, that's why my previous boss, Andrei Nikolaevich, changed the front? If I had stayed where I was, then I wouldn't have to look for where to go now. It is a pity that he did not take me with him, but gave me to be torn to pieces by his moronic brother.

I also had an aunt running over me.

- How did you get everything with your cars! - the lady of about forty was indignant.

She was in an open elegant cloak, under which one could see a trouser suit and a snow-white jacket with a lush frill collar. On the head - a beautiful styling, glued eyelashes, up to Africa, eyebrows drawn. In general, smart madam, well-groomed. And how much ambition!

- It’s impossible to approach the entrance, you can’t get home! Get the car out of here immediately! demanded the aunt.

“Sorry, I can’t,” I answered evenly, but inside everything boiled: she orders me more, a rude woman. - I couldn't find another place. But I'll be leaving in thirty or forty minutes.

- Yes, what difference does it make to me when you leave! - the overdressed lady was indignant. "I can't get through right now!" Should I get into a puddle because of your car? How are you, motorists, zadolbali! Use our yard as a parking lot.

I was lucky, I ran into a brawler.

- But you live in the very center, rejoice. Of course, you have to sacrifice some amenities.

- Darling, keep your opinion to yourself! You weren't asked!

She added an intricate curse through her teeth, which made my cheeks flush. Wow, she expresses herself! Unfortunately, I heard everything.

I entered the Arsenal office already with a spoiled mood, although I flew here on wings, I dreamed of getting a vacancy. Managed to run into a squabbler!

In a multi-storey office glass, I took off in the elevator to the desired floor and first found the toilet. It is necessary to evaluate how I look after a long working Friday. If you forget about wet feet, then everything was fine. The new white blouse turned out to be of excellent quality, it does not wrinkle at all and looks elegant - there are a number of mother-of-pearl buttons on the chest, frills on the collar. How Bulansky was staring at that blouse today, almost burning with his eyes.

I touched up my make-up a little, powdered my nose, let my hair down and pulled it back in a perfect bun at the back of my head. At the same time, I very inopportunely remembered how one self-satisfied idiot roughly pulled my head back by the mane and demanded to look at myself in the mirror during sex. From this memory, the body was immediately doused with a hot shower, it began to throb between the legs, and the chest ached sweetly ...

How does this happen, I do not understand! All his words are past, they only cause irritation. But all his actions - to the very point. A direct hit - every move, every touch. No one has wrapped their fist around my hair during sex. As it turned out, I can only come from this gesture. Such you discover unknown depths in your psyche and body!

Two office ladies entered the office after me. They glanced at me, and I smiled politely. The girls were talking quietly to each other.

- Oh, when is the weekend! How tired I am. Shall we go smoke now?

- Let's go to. Eleanor just rode home, where her alarm went off, the cops arrived.

- That's nice, let him figure it out, and we'll have a rest.

- She's already screwed up. Otter.

- Yes.

I made my way down a corridor lined with blue-and-yellow-flecked carpet to the personnel department.

- Good afternoon!

- It's more like evening. Here you are, Polina, it’s good that you arrived, hello, - a pleasant woman smiled at me. - Let's go. The head of the finance department wants to meet with you. If you are hired, Eleonora Andreevna will become your direct supervisor. So she wanted to personally interview you.

An uneasy feeling stirred in my chest.

*****

Intuition did not disappoint. The head of the financial department turned out to be the same evil aunt who demanded to remove the car from her entrance. Yes, it was her, and again I had the good fortune to meet this overdressed grimza. She showed up at the front desk half an hour later.

My heart sank. I put the magazine aside, got up from the soft sofa on which I had been waiting for the audience, and looked hesitantly into Eleonora Andreevna's face. The secretary introduced me. A shadow of gloating glee ran across the well-groomed physiognomy of the boss.

- Oh, is that you, Polina? She smiled like a well-fed shark. Like she already ate me up for dinner. - Go to the office. Now we will talk to you.

Forty minutes later, I crawled back to the waiting room, barely alive. No, why didn't this fury immediately say that my candidacy did not suit them? At first I had to make excuses because of the parked car. Then - listen to boring notations. And then the grimza took my resume and began to question every line of it. She made fun of me. In general, I was blown away from the heart. It would be because of what so atrocities!

I sincerely felt sorry for Eleanor's subordinates, it is difficult for them to have such a boss. She also covers them with obscenities, I guess. It’s good if it doesn’t whip computer wires yet.

It's nice that the place flew away from me, fluttering its wings. It’s not so warm, but here milk should be given for harm! God forbid working at Arsenal.

I walked to the elevator and tried to restore my inner balance. Of course, after Eleanor's verbal bullying, a volcano bubbled inside. I wanted to kick or yell with all my might. Because of this interview, I lied to the director, got my feet wet, lost time ... How bad everything is!

And my adventures are not over yet! I looked up and went cold: towards me along the corridor with an imposing gait was ... my boss. Egor, his mother, Nikolaevich Bulansky himself. Only this was not enough for me!

He was carrying a briefcase and a jacket and was also heading towards the hall with the elevators. I was about to leave the building. Why am I so unlucky? Why did we have to face each other head-on here?

Yes, he failed!

We stood facing each other in the middle of an office corridor. In the first seconds, the director drilled two holes in me - he drilled with surprise with his eyes.

- Pauline! What are you doing here?! But what about the dentist? Wait! Have you deceived me?

I blushed. What a smart guy, he understood everything right away. What an unlucky day! How to justify now? A whole legend immediately formed in my head that the dentist did not accept me, because the electricity was cut off in the clinic, and since I was nearby, I decided to drop in on my beloved girlfriend who works in this office building.

But she could not squeeze out a word, only felt that with every moment her cheeks were burning more and more. It was as if two heated bricks were applied to them.

- Polina, I'm waiting for an answer! The boss continued to rage. “What are you doing… at the headquarters of our competitors?” Why did they come here? he lowered his tone. But there was still no one in the corridor, except for the two of us.

I looked helplessly straight into his eyes, so beautiful, blue-gray. Now cold steel has frozen in them. Expressively outlined lips contemptuously compressed.

- Polina, are you spying for them? Are you giving them information?

- Yes, you're crazy! I was indignant and almost waved my hands. Found what to think! Fantasy has no brakes. Today everyone is trying to hang dead cats on me. Eleanor scoffed for forty minutes, now this one has taken.

- So, come on, let's go!

Bulansky in a businesslike way grabs my hand and pulls me along the corridor. Where? I have to hurriedly mince after him on my heels. With my free hand I press my purse to my side, a raincoat hangs on my elbow.

The director is obviously furious, he frowned and stuck out his jaw, like some kind of Neanderthal, and her jaws are playing. And my body has already habitually reacted to his imperious touch: I am swimming. For five whole days the boss did not even touch me with a finger, and now sparks run through my veins, having fun and flashing, champagne boils in my blood. There is an iron grip on my wrist, Egor is stubbornly dragging me somewhere, I stumble, my knees bend limply.

Finally, we reached our goal and found ourselves in a small meeting room with plasma on the wall. Six orange chairs are arranged around a white oval table, on which bright advertising brochures lie.

Closing the door behind us, Bulansky immediately takes my raincoat and bag from me and, together with his jacket and briefcase, throws it on the table. Then he slams me against the wall and squeezes my jaw with his fingers. Now I can’t move, I just blink in fear and look at his broad shoulders, covered with the fabric of an expensive suit. Thoughts in my head are confused, there is a solid mess. An undeserved accusation hurts, and the proximity of an angry man and his smell excite.

"Confess quickly, you little bastard," the boss hisses right into my face, so that his hot minty breath envelops me. - Are you running here, reporting?

- Are you crazy! I twitch indignantly. - Nothing like this! Let go, it hurts!

I have never seen him so angry. I really get scared.

- You're spying for Arsenal, - Egor tightens his fingers on my jaw, causing pain.

- You are crazy?! I'll have bruises! - I try to tear his paw away from my face, but he presses my shoulder with his elbow, making it impossible to move, and with his free hand intercepts my right wrist. - It hurts! Stop immediately!

Leaving bruises on my face is obviously not his plan. The grip loosened.

- Completely crazy!

- I repeat the question: what the hell are you doing here?! Are you leaking information?

What a smart guy! Caught, caught, invented and now rages because of his discovery: his subordinate secretly worked for competitors. How does he imagine it? Why would I do it? By the way, I value my business reputation.

- Right now, when we started working with Trade Service! Arsenal wants to take him away from us. And you, probably, are your mother, quietly supplying them with data! Bulansky continues to accuse.

No, everything is clear, now his brain is not supplied with blood, so the director is only capable of carrying nonsense. Enhanced blood supply - below. My penis rests against my stomach, it has already turned to stone and arched in a tubercle in the pant leg. It's understandable why my boss is so slow-witted now! But I myself am no better, I don’t know what to say and how to protect myself from unfair accusations.

- Stop carrying any nonsense! I shout to the boss. - You're an idiot!

Oh, I shouldn’t have called him names, he’s already out of his mind ... On Sunday, calling him a jerk, I got hit in the ass twice, and it was quite noticeable, his hand was heavy.

And as if, hearing the insult, Yegor flared up even more, his gray-blue eyes darkened. The boss suddenly moved his hand from my chin to my neck, moved back a little and jerked sharply at the collar of my blouse. Mother-of-pearl buttons fanned out in all directions.

- Ah-ah-ah! You are definitely an idiot! It's a new blouse! What are you doing?!

Yegor's gaze became furious. It seemed to me that now he would hit me, close up such a slap in the face that I would crack the back of my head against the wall.

- I came to the interview! I murmured, trembling with fear. From the surging horror, my heart jumped in my chest, and my mouth went dry. There was a vacancy in the finance department. I sent my resume... And now... I was invited!

- For an interview? The boss looked at me puzzled.

Such a simple thought probably never crossed his bright mind. I am not a “mole”, but only dreamed of getting a position here.

But I didn't sign your application! We agreed that we would continue to work together!

- You agreed with yourself. And I need to find a place with a higher survival rate than your waiting room.

- That's how! You seem to be doing well in my waiting room.

- Tired of everything depending on your mood.

- You might think that there are vacancies where you will not depend on the mood of the authorities, - Yegor grinned wryly. “Then go freelancing.

He put a warm, rough hand on my neck, looked down at my chest, which was heaving violently. Today I was wearing a thin lace bra, without cups and bones, so Egor could perfectly see how tense my nipples were, how sharp they had become.

- So what? Have you been taken? he asked gloomily. Was it just me, or was there some semblance of fear in his tone? As if he was afraid to hear a positive answer.

- Not. They didn't take it. The financial director didn't like me.

- Eleanor?

- Yes, Eleonora Andreevna. Apparently, I pissed off this lady.

- Oh, you can do it! the boss laughed. He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against mine.

- Sorry for bumping into you. I was unfair.

- You've gone off the rails!

“I'm sorry I scared you,” Yegor said quietly and suddenly did something incredible - he kissed me tenderly.