4

PAULINE

Although I have a large circle of acquaintances, Ksyusha is almost my only friend. She works in cosmetology, dreams of one day opening her own office, but for now she is gaining experience and clientele. Sometimes he tries to use me as a guinea pig, suggesting some kind of peeling or a new procedure, but I refuse. It was not enough to spoil my skin, it is already wonderful, without any cosmetic tricks.

- Yes, lucky you, Paul. A face like yours is a real treasure. You should have seen the poor thing I'm working with right now. The girl is only eighteen, and her whole face is potholed, as if plowed with a shovel.

- Will you help her?

“I will do my best, but there is such a horror.

- Brrr! Yes, poor thing.

Ksyusha and I sat on soft sofas in the relaxation zone of the sports center and sipped orange juice through straws. Our holding buys annual club cards for employees in this prestigious fitness center. I would not have pulled such a purchase myself, it is insanely expensive. The subscription includes guest visits, and I use them when inviting a friend with me.

Today on Sunday we looked into paradise again. First, we worked out on simulators under the gentle supervision of a jock coach, whose muscles eerily bulged and seemed inflatable. Of course, I immediately remembered the luxurious press of my boss - his muscles are not pumped over, and this is much more beautiful.

Then we went to the spa area, warmed up in the sauna, splashed in the jacuzzi and finished relaxing on the soft sofas near the fitness bar, taking a glass of cold juice.

I held on for a whole week, not telling my girlfriend what happened to me last Friday. I wanted to keep the story of my fall a secret, but in the end I realized that I would simply be torn to shreds. The secret was torn out, they definitely had to be shared and discussed in detail with a friend. The main thing is to wash the bones of Bulansky. And I also wanted to hear from Ksyusha that I was not a fallen woman at all, but simply became a hostage to circumstances.

- Are you crazy or what? Ksyusha screamed when she heard the confession. She almost spilled her juice on her crisp white waffle robe. - You are crazy! How could you?!

“What are you attacking right away,” I was upset. - I feel so bad. I could be supportive and reassuring.

- Support?! You fucked your boss on his desk in his office! Where were your brains?

“Shout louder, not everyone has heard yet,” I snorted offendedly.

I noticed that the company of men in the corner of the lounge stuck out their ears with interest. The guys, like us, were wrapped in white coats with the club's golden emblem and sipped healthy drinks from glasses.

- Paul, I don't recognize you! You have always been ... an exemplary girl, - the girlfriend lowered her speed. - Excellent, smart. How could you? How could you?

“I don’t know.” I shook my head in despair. – You see, when he started pestering me, I realized that my holding career was over. He will not lag behind, he will starve, as a result, he will achieve his goal. Which means I still have to quit.

- And you decided: to die, so with music?

- Yes. To be honest, when he kissed me, the earth left from under my feet ...

My hand automatically reached for my lips, I again felt how Yegor's lips were pressed insistently against my mouth, how his tongue penetrated inside.

- Oh-oh-oh-oh! – stretched Ksyusha.

- You know, I suddenly didn't care that I was doing wrong, that I was behaving like a whore ... All thoughts evaporated. I wanted only one thing - that he would not stop, that he would continue.

Is he such a great kisser?

- Highly. And he fucks really well.

- What are you!

- The sex was incredible.

- So. I wanted to see your new director even more. I still haven't seen him! You said he's handsome.

- Yes. And with him I had the best sex in my life - I sighed convulsively.

“Well, you don’t really have anyone to compare with,” Ksyusha grinned and took on the appearance of a lady wise with experience. - How many sexual partners did you have before Yegor? If my memory serves me right - two, Vadik and Slava. Or have you kept someone from me?

- Not. But I can also compare with these two comrades ... So I compared. The verdict - it doesn't get any better.

“Perhaps you are mistaken, Paul.

- I'm not mistaken, really! I exclaimed hotly. - Because if it gets even better, then the heart will simply not stand it and break. It was an indescribable feeling. No, really, Ksyu!

“I don’t know, I don’t know,” the friend shook her lips.

I caught a hint of anxiety and envy in her tone. A friend was afraid that she had missed something in this life. I had fantastic sex in my biography, but she probably hasn't yet.

- But your new boss, of course, is a complete idiot.

- I totally agree.

- Having an affair in the office is disgusting.

- Yes.

"Especially since you're under his command." He took advantage of your dependent position. This is vile and vile!

“Right,” I mumbled.

- How did he set you up! Even good sex does not justify such behavior, - Ksenia continued to stigmatize my boss. “And what are you going to do now?”

I only opened my mouth to complain about the failures with the resumes sent out, and then I also intended to tell about my acquaintance with Victor ... But I stopped in mid-sentence.

Because I saw that the one I least expected to see right now was approaching the counter of the fitness bar. Egor Bulansky himself.

Ksyusha followed my gaze and also froze with her mouth open.

- Just don't say... just don't say it's him! After a few seconds, she whispered in a choked voice.

- He is.

- Oooo, - Ksyusha breathed in astonishment. - Gods! This... this... something incredible! What a man... How good! By the way, Polya, I remembered that I have a client in fifteen minutes.

“What a client, today is Sunday,” I hissed. – Where are you going? Well, come back! She grabbed her friend by the sleeve of her robe.

- Polka, don't be a fool! Go to him! Make up, and you'll keep your job, and maybe get a fancy lover.

- Yes, not in life! You yourself just said that office affairs are evil.

- I said that before I saw your boss. I take back all my words! Wow, well, the beast ... He has the gait of a tiger rotting in the sun. That's it I'm leaving. No, I'm going to set up an ambush by the pool, in case he decides to take a dip and throws off his bathrobe.

- Stop, don't leave me, Ksyusha!

- Polka, no noodles!

And this treacherous woman vanished in the blink of an eye. And I slowly raised my eyes and saw that Yegor was standing with a glass of some green garbage in his hand and boring me with his icy gray-blue eyes. Your own mother! Why did he come here!

EGOR

Military operations were to begin only tomorrow morning. I thought I had enough time to focus and strengthen my will before meeting with small vermin. Yes, it was not there!

She was sitting on the couch right in front of me, and I was frozen at the semicircular counter of the fitness bar with a glass of some green stuff. All the voices suddenly died away, and instead of them my head was filled with a monotonous buzz, as if I was rapidly leaving under the water column.

No, that's not good enough. Wrong reaction. I will get rid of obsession. I will not let this girl control me like a puppet, a lot of honor for her!

I resolutely headed towards the huge sofa, on which my assistant was sitting, bending one leg under her. Her brown eyes widened in surprise, and her plump lips moved soundlessly. What is she muttering? Probably sending curses on my head.

I managed to notice how the white robe suits her, how her cheeks flushed. Probably worked out well, and then swam in the pool and warmed up in the sauna. In the waiting room, she looks like a sex bomb in her dazzling outfits and high heels, but even now Polina looked seductive - completely without makeup, her hair carelessly twisted at the back of her head and strands knocked out around her face.

- Hello, - approaching, I threw casually, although inside everything was shaking, I was terribly worried.

Polina continued to look up at me, as if I had come to her straight from the underworld. But gradually the expression of confusion and fear was replaced by contempt.

“Good evening, Polina,” I repeated a little more ceremoniously. Already melted, the insides twisted with desire. I saw her slender legs, round knees, barely covered by a white dressing gown, and another picture immediately appeared before my eyes - her hips open in front of me, her skirt crumpled at the waist, the lace elastic of black stockings, emphasizing the whiteness of the skin.

I swallowed hard. I wanted to immediately lift her robe and put her in the same position. The sofa is soft, lush, it cannot be compared with a glass table, so I could squeeze Polina's bare feet in my palms and press them against the back of the sofa, while I myself, like a jackhammer, hammer into the baby.

“Good evening, Yegor Nikolaevich,” Polina said mockingly.

- What are you doing here? Have you come to work? Swim?

- Why all of a sudden? I'm actually spudding tomatoes here, isn't it noticeable? She gave me another scornful grin.

Well, bitch. I agree, the question sounded stupid. But why be rude. Wrong words, wrong tone.

- He's back from a business trip.

It was I who generously gave her a chance to rehabilitate herself - to express great joy at the return of the boss, and at the same time ask how it all went there, how are things.

- The end of a quiet life, - Polina rolled her eyes. - I hope you had time to deal with your ... psychological problems.

- I'm alright!

- Oh really? Joke. But, yes, of course, a week is too short a period, and your problems are grandiose, as I understand it.

She got up from the couch, balanced on one foot for a few seconds, trying to turn over her flip-flop rubber slipper with the other and stick her fingers under the jumper. As if spellbound, I watched the procedure, watched her move her small graceful fingers with a beautiful pedicure ... and quietly went crazy.

It’s good that the voluminous robe hung freely on me, otherwise the public would have seen what this absurd girl was doing to me. Member arched under the elastic swimming trunks.

- Polina, wait! I exclaimed. The girl has already rushed to the exit.

I almost overtook her in the hallway. She ran briskly ahead, flip flops flapping, a shaggy knot of dark hair bouncing on top of her head. So small, seductive in a white robe with a tight belt. Smooth chiseled shins flashed.

I realized that I was puffing out my nostrils like a wild animal chasing a recalcitrant female. Inside, everything trembled and burned with fire - to catch up, to grab the withers with his teeth, to fall, to bend under him, to take possession.

Finally grabbed the fugitive by the elbow. Polina immediately pulled her hand away, but I caught it again.

- What do you want from me? she hissed angrily. “See you at work tomorrow… unfortunately!” Now leave me alone, don't ruin my evening! Get the hell out!

I grabbed her by the shoulders, squeezing her tender neck with my hand. Polina backed away, the door opened slightly behind her, and the two of us stumbled into the empty dark hall.

Full wall mirror, light beige glossy laminate, in the corner - a rack with dumbbells and a pyramid of platforms for step aerobics. We were in semi-darkness, as it had long been dark outside the window, and the lamps in the training hall had been turned off. But just opposite the window, a searchlight was on, so the entire space in the room was flooded with gloomy light. I saw our reflections in huge mirrors.

I slammed the door with my foot and grabbed the girl in my arms, enjoying the closeness of her small body. Of course, she is not so small, quite tall and slender, but I am much larger anyway. Now, without heels, Polina seemed to me quite a baby.

Without thinking, I covered her lips with a passionate kiss, and the girl immediately went limp in my arms. She closed her eyes and greedily responded to my kiss, I felt her hot tongue fight mine to penetrate my mouth.

Polina threw her arms around my neck, and I immediately lowered my white bathrobe to my waist, pulled off the top of my bathing suit and almost suffocated with admiration, seeing in front of me something that I had never seen before - her bare chest. It was amazingly beautiful…

"Oh, honey," I moaned softly.

After a few minutes of mutual caresses and kisses, I turned the girl to face the huge mirror. Now we stood and looked at our reflection together. Polina leaned her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes, and I covered the delicious hemispheres with my palms, weighty, perfectly shaped, elastic, crowned with small nipples, which in an instant hardened from my caresses and turned into tight tiny balls.

She smelled amazing, already just from the smell of her clean skin, without deodorant and perfume, I was starting to go crazy. Polina's office also smelled wonderful, she used a very pleasant perfume, but several times I did not miss the chance to terrorize her. Now I understand why I did it. I was just furious that she hovered around me so inaccessible and proud, and even spread a cloud of seductive aroma in the waiting room and my office. In general, I behaved like a kid who pulls the pigtails of the girl he likes. She was furious when I made remarks, and it gave me pleasure to see her eyes flash with anger.

Now I buried my nose in her hair, pulled it back and kissed the side of her neck, rising from shoulder to ear and slowly going back down, and my hands continued to gently crumple and stroke her delicious breasts.

I got an extremely responsive assistant, my caresses turned her on with a half turn. She panted and froze and stiffened as I squeezed her nipples with my fingers and tugged at them. She pressed her back against me, brought her hands back to grab my hips, as if she was afraid that I would suddenly leave her.

My right hand went down, I ducked under the floor of the dressing gown, felt the elastic fabric of the swimsuit and slipped my fingers into the panties. When I squeezed the tender mound of her pubis, Polina opened her eyes for a moment and groaned, but then she leaned back on my shoulder and closed her eyelids.

"Come here, baby," I whispered, and pulled her over to the dumbbell rack. He lifted her leg, running his hand along her smooth thigh and taking it under her knee, and put it on the crossbar. Managed to enjoy her stretching. The fact that Polina has a cool one, I noticed already in our last session, when I laid out the cutie on the table. A wonderful mistress. If only we didn't work for the same company.

Now, when Polina's leg rested against a metal rack with dumbbells, it was convenient for me to operate in her panties, giving her pleasure. I played with the hard pea of the clitoris, parted the delicate skin with my fingers and fell into the hot satin depth.

I held Polina's leg under her knee and felt her sweat come out from the exertion. But it was no comparison, to what extent she was wet down there, from my caresses. She literally exuded juice, hot waves of excitement radiated from her. How she turns me on!

However, I must say, I controlled myself well. Now, in this semi-dark sports hall, Polina, not me, lost her head from passion. Despite the week of separation and daily thoughts about this girl, now I still held on. But Polina was already hanging on my arms, trembling and twitching in time with the movements of her fingers, breathing heavily. She had already given herself completely to me, I felt that now you can do whatever you want with her.

Unfortunately, there were still several layers of tissue between our bodies - her robe, mine... And I was itching to enter her, or at least press a flaming stone cock against her silk thigh or tight ass.

I tried to untie the knot on Polina's dressing gown, but it was tightly tightened, nothing happened. Devil! When I managed to tighten it up like that, on purpose or something. Couldn't tie a bow?

Suddenly, voices were heard in the corridor, they were approaching.

For a moment I stopped, Polina and I froze and looked at each other in the mirror. The women outside were talking loudly, someone even opened the door a crack. A moment more and they'll be here.

- No, no, Tatyana, first clean up in the seventh room, there will be a lesson in half an hour. And then you can wash it.

- Oh, well, I thought we should first here.

- No, in the seventh.

- Good.

The door slammed shut, the ladies withdrew, their voices hushed.

I buried myself in Polina's shoulder, seized the smooth skin with my teeth and resumed caressing - with my thumb I massaged the clitoris, and with the rest I explored the red-hot depths of her nature. But I decided to move on to more active actions and changed Polina's position. He forced her to put her hands on the crossbar of the rack, tilted the girl forward.

- Bend down, more, more ...

Her dressing gown was now draped over her back, held in place by a tightly drawn belt. And I pulled down the panties from the swimsuit, for a moment I admired the picture that opened up to me, putting my palms on the two luxurious hemispheres of the buttocks. Then he bent down and hurriedly kissed every inch, including a strip of pink innermost flesh swollen with desire.

- Spread your legs.

She didn't resist, she was so obedient. Quite another thing, how I like it! And then in the office she snapped, contemptuously twisted her lips in response to my remarks. Now my assistant did not even try to argue. No objections, what a good girl.

“Come on, what are you,” Polina whispered in a strangled voice. "Get your fucking dick out!"

Well, just praise. And then another riot.

- I will command, and you shut up. Who is the boss here?

- My God, what kind of a moron are you! Polina was outraged.

For an insult (not the first, by the way!) she immediately received a heavy slap on the ass from me and snorted indignantly. And when she tried to straighten up, I savagely hit her again and barked:

- Hands back on the bar!

Polina obeyed, I saw that she was literally twisting with desire. She wanted me to fuck her, she was languishing with lust. Almost screamed when I finally entered her alone with a strong movement. The pulsing ring of her muscles tightened around me, and I had to make an effort to hold on longer.

This girl inflamed me to the limit, I squeezed her hips, and she moved with me, towards my attacks, helping me to enter her as deeply as possible. The feeling is fantastic, nothing better can be imagined.

I leaned forward, reached for the disheveled knot of hair, forced her to raise her head.

- Look in the mirror. Watch me fuck you and remember who's in charge here.

In the semi-darkness I saw how her eyes sparkled in the mirror - like those of a wild cat. The look was almost insane, she was covered in perspiration, but I continued and continued, and continued to ram her from behind, driving her to orgasm.

And then we were covered from above with a crimson parachute, I clung to Polina with all my might, intercepting her across the stomach. I saw in the mirror how she closed her eyes, grimaced, bit her lip, holding back a cry. He felt her body trembling with a wave of pleasure. She finished so violently ... I watched this for the second time, and I really liked it.

Damn, what a great girl.

And she works for me. And I'm fucking her. Handsome, what is there.

Polina straightened up. She must have been dizzy. The girl swayed, her legs could not hold her, I picked her up, did not let her fall. So small, disheveled, all sweaty, out of breath, with bitten lips. The dressing gown hung at her waist, her bare breasts heaving heavily. Polina had such a tormented and beautiful look that I again felt an erection. But what is it, I get up on this pigalitsa within a minute after I got out of it!

I suddenly had a terrible desire to caress her, kiss her again and even admit that she is the most exceptional girl I have ever had. But why these snot. So I just chuckled.

- Well, you have a view, beauty! How are you going out in public now?

The assistant twitched, blushed, and began hastily pulling on her dressing gown. She could not get into the sleeves, she got confused. I helped her.

- Hands off! she snapped.

- Oh, how angry we are! I laughed.

- Get out, you idiot!

- Polina, don't go too far, stop calling names already! I exploded. - You already got your ass kicked for being a jerk, so I'll add more.

- Back off!

She grabbed her robe and immediately rushed to the door. As she ran, she loosened her long, silky dark hair, pulled it back together, and with one deft movement made a new tight bun at the back of her head.

- At least say thank you! For the pleasure! - For some reason I threw her back. I wondered why I said that. And immediately regretted it. I felt like a complete idiot even before I finished the sentence.

Polina turned around on the threshold, gave me an angry look, showed me her middle finger, and then slammed the door so that an echo swept through the empty hall.