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PAULINE

On Monday, I went to the office not myself, shaking with fear. I thought about how the meeting would go, how we would look at each other. I tried to look my best, put on a new dress that favorably emphasizes the color of my eyes. It fit like a glove. For some reason, I wanted to give the impression that I was waving a seductive bait in front of the enemy’s nose, making fun of it - look, you won’t get it for anything else, bummer to you, freak!

At night, an obsession haunted me, it was absolutely impossible to get rid of it. As soon as I closed my eyes, Yegor's beautiful face appeared in front of me, his embossed torso, and then I felt how he was driving his stone penis deeper into me. He is beautiful, flawless. It is impossible not to admit that we are ideally suited to each other as lovers, as if we were created by the same measure.

Three nights in a row I woke up with my body shaking with orgasm. Wow... I tried the first one in the director's office on a glass table, and the next three were a bonus - this pleasure was brought by the boss who appeared to me in a dream. Dizzying, mind-blowing sensations.

How can I get it out of my head after that?

No impossible.

I thought Monday would be my last day at the company. But all my worries were superfluous, as well as efforts to look irresistible. Because the scoundrel, who had me on Friday at the workplace, cowardly fled on a business trip. Sent ten messages to the corporate chat in viber, emailed instructions on what I should do, at the same time, brute, he never mentioned me by name: I bring to your attention ... Then you need to figure it out ... After that, proceed ... I hope you do your best...

Goat! Even without his stupid instructions, I know what to do when the boss sets off on a business trip. The algorithms have been worked out, this is not the first year I have been in this position.

After growling a little over the letters, I then, however, got into a wonderful mood and tore up the letter of resignation that I had prepared. In a week, when the heartless scoundrel returns, I will write a new one. In the meantime, let the salary drip, I need it so much.

For a whole week I remained in the waiting room alone and enjoyed the solitude, while Bulansky supervised remotely. Of course, there was enough work, but without his sarcastic remarks and eternal ridicule, I was much calmer.

I started looking for a new place, sent a few resumes. What a pity to leave the company where I worked for several years and where I have always been appreciated. Until this nasty guy showed up. Appeared and fucked me on a glass table. I still feel the coldness of the countertop.

I felt real hatred for Bulansky, I constantly thought about what I was about to lose. Good pay, nice team. And if the story suddenly comes up, then I will lose my reputation. I will turn in the eyes of the public into an ordinary bedding of the director.

No way!

On Thursday in the supermarket, she pushed her cart dejectedly in front of her, contemplating her unfortunate fate. I didn’t want to leave the company at all, but there was no way out. And all my resumes have so far been ignored, and I was already thinking with horror about what would happen next.

- And we seem to know each other, - a tall blue-eyed guy in a black leather jacket and blue jeans smiled pleasantly at me. – In the business center you work on the twentieth floor. And I was constantly hanging out there on the seventeenth, until they were transferred to another branch of the company. Let's meet?

Another blue-eyed handsome man on my head! I don’t want to get acquainted, my head is already a mess.

- I am Victor, - the young man did not give up, he extended his hand to me. Our programmers and security service were based on the seventeenth floor. Apparently the guy worked in one of those departments.

- Pauline.

- Very nice, Polina. I worked in the computer security department, - the guy confirmed my guess. - After the reorganization, Andrey Nikolayevich took part of the team to a new building.

- I was his assistant. And now I work for ... Yegor Nikolaevich, - it took an effort to pronounce this damned name.

By the way, yes, I'm still working. But it's not long now.

- That's how! On the twentieth floor, I was infrequent. You are like celestials there.

“Looks like it,” I chuckled.

- You have an interesting set, Polina, - Victor stared at my cart, smiling. There were two pears, a 100-gram slice of cheese, and a golden packet of ground Lavazza coffee.

- Yes, you are richer, but also not thick.

I couldn't help but smile. Victor radiated charm, it was difficult for him to refuse this, dimples played on his cheeks. In his cart I saw a substrate with a giant raw escalope, a set of spices, a bag of herbs, a bottle of red wine and one lemon.

- At least it is immediately clear that both you and my apartment do not have so many people hanging out. Guessed? I live alone.

"And I'm alone," I answered softly. “Do you want to fry this terrible piece of meat for dinner?”

- Why is it terrible? Very cute too. Yes, I'll fry it now, on a grill pan.

I took a closer look at the persistent colleague. Just as good as my boss, just not as powerful, much more slender build. I wonder how he is with moral principles? Suddenly, behind an attractive shell hides the same rotten insides as our director?

I don't even want to check! Fuck these guys, they're nothing but problems. Because of the nasty behavior of the boss, I almost lost my job.

Evening line at the checkout of the supermarket moved very slowly. The tired cashier was desperately slowing down, she looked exhausted. I imagined what it was like to sit through a whole shift at the cash desk for a measly salary. I also don’t chill on my twentieth floor, but I have an interesting job, and at the beginning of the month I receive a very tangible amount - enough for life, and for a loan, and to help my parents.

While I receive. As long as it's enough. Will I soon also have to sit at the cash register in some store? I sent out my resume on Saturday and still have not received a single invitation for an interview.

It's scary to be out of a job.

- Do you like to cook? I asked Victor to distract myself from heavy thoughts.

- Yeah. Especially meat. And I love to eat it. And you? I hope you are not a vegetarian? – my new friend opened his beautiful blue eyes in playful horror.

- Does it mean anything to you?

- What if I ever decide to invite you to dinner, which I will cook myself? Perhaps by that time I will have mastered a completely delicious recipe for meat.

"Someday"... Well... Not to refuse all contact with men just because I was pissed off by one of the representatives of the opposite sex?

- I'm not a vegetarian, - I reassured the new acquaintance.

- Fine. Polina... Maybe we can exchange phone numbers?

I chuckled.

- Viktor, you work in the computer security department of our company. In five seconds you can find out not only my number, but also my address. And my great-grandmother's name.

- What for? Suddenly you do not want me to know all this? You can't pry into someone else's life. I won't follow you.

- Oh, commendable! That is, you show perseverance only in mastering exquisite recipes for cooking meat?

- I do not like to be imposed.

- You know, it's great! I sincerely confessed.

So many times men stuck to me, from whom it was not so easy to get rid of. The boss did not stand on ceremony at all, he laid it out right in the middle of folders and documents. And here is such a touching concern for maintaining personal boundaries. Nice, happy. The colleague became more and more sympathetic to me.

It was my turn, and I laid out my modest catch on a rubber band, and Victor began to stack his purchases next.

- I think men often bother you with their attention. You are very beautiful.

- Yes, beautiful, - I confirmed without a shadow of a doubt and put the card to the scanner, paying for the purchases. An elegant dinner awaits me - pear, cheese, coffee. And I will look at the vacancies again.

- So what about the phone? Will you dictate? Viktor recalled.

"Okay, let's go," I agreed. Still, I liked him.

By the way, would you like a ride? I'm driving.

- Yes, I myself do not walk.

Victor tried to walk him to the car, but I took my light package from him and waved to the guy. The mood has improved, but not by much.

EGOR

It's cool that the panties, which retained the smell of Polina's body and her arousal, swept with me through five cities when I went on a business trip. In the office, after our space sex, I picked them up from the floor and put them in my jacket pocket, and so they stayed there. And then, having already driven into the wilderness, into the province, during a meeting with partners, he put his hand into his pocket and suddenly felt soft lace there.

It was like I was doused with boiling water from a bucket from head to toe, and the member in my pants instantly came to life, moved. Here's an ambush! I hope none of those present noticed how my face changed. What is this little bitch doing to me! Controls my emotions and sensations even at a distance of two thousand kilometers. Devil!

In the hotel, after negotiations, he pulled out his panties from his jacket, twisted them on his index finger, examined them. A beautiful thing. I googled the inscription on the white silk label, decorated with a monogram and small letters, and found out that my assistant wears very expensive lingerie of a well-known brand.

Obviously, the young lady does not need funds, she has cool outfits, and the car is just right, a blue Citroenchik toy. Many times I have seen simpler underpants, and on girls who did not disappear at all in the office from morning to evening, but led a free life and had fun day and night in salons and clubs. My assistant probably goes to work not for the sake of a salary, but to vampire and bring me to white heat with her appearance and dismissive grimaces.

Even when I was on a business trip, sending orders to her via viber, I received every time a portion of rudeness. How did she respond to my messages? Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

That's what it is? "Yes"? Is she serious? Is this how you talk to your boss? I expected to see a more detailed message read: “Yes, Yegor Nikolaevich, I will do everything in the very near future in full accordance with your instructions. Thanks for the briefing, looking forward to your return."

That's right, and this phrase is a little different from a three-letter interjection, isn't it? Uh-huh ... Yes, your mother!

And then I suddenly realized with horror that she could very well file a police report against me and accuse me of rape. As evidence, he will keep stockings and a skirt stained with my sperm, as was the case with the American president. And when she needs it, she'll use the evidence against me. I will be embarrassed in front of my family and the whole wide world. Damn, I wouldn't want to. But if you think about it, I’ll get what I deserve, it’s my own fault, I couldn’t cope with lust.

But I immediately thought that in three months, whatever one may say, I already got to know Polina a little. She is not one of those vipers that are ready to accumulate poison for years. Polina is more likely to immediately kick her knee in the balls or spit an insult in her face. She would immediately say that she intends to accuse me of sexual harassment. If for a whole week she communicated with me rather dispassionately via viber - yes, yes, uh-huh, uh-huh - it means she decided not to do anything.

The week flew by in the blink of an eye. I plowed like a beast, just not to think about Polina and how much I want her. In one of the points of the trip, he could not stand it, quickly took off the girl and broke away from the soul. I fucked a girl for three hours without a break, and she was good. But in the end - a feeling of sour bitterness in the mouth, emptiness, complete disappointment. Everything is not that, not that ...

Having said goodbye to the girl, I was stupid on the Internet almost until the morning, there was no sleep, I never received a discharge. Suddenly I remembered how Polina herself clung to my belt and began to unbutton my trousers, and then readily spread her legs in front of me ...

The thought that this little slut was behaving the same way with other guys was like a red-hot iron. It became unbearably sick, I even grabbed vodka from the hotel mini-bar.

What if Polina is fucking with some guy right now and moaning just like she moaned under me? These magical sounds still ring in my head. I feel her silky suppleness and softness, I remember how she took me into herself, gently enveloping and squeezing me. It was bliss, an unbearable high.

go of me for a second, even if I fucked her to exhaustion, to wheezing, it would still not be enough ...

By the time I got home, I had already reached the extreme point. The vile girl sat in my head, burned my nerves, exhausted my soul. I could no longer think about anything, all this terribly interfered with my work. But you can’t drink away the skill, I’m still a good manager, therefore, purely technically, the results of the business trip were excellent. I signed several good contracts, managed to agree with everyone. Where necessary - pressed, where necessary - cheated. My father was pleased and praised me.

But my physical condition left much to be desired.

Returning on Sunday, I talked with the parent, pleased him with the results, then drove to my place, sent things to the dry cleaner, sorted the documents brought. I was ready to do anything, just to forget that tomorrow at eight in the morning I will enter the office and see Her Highness. Finally!

I grabbed my bag and went to the gym. I’ll pump up, then swim in the pool, order a massage for myself ... The main thing, when they stretch my back, is not to fantasize that Polina is doing the massage. Otherwise, I will definitely pierce the couch with something that instantly turns to stone, as soon as I think about the harmful pigalis.