5

PAULINE

Ksyusha called late in the evening. She, of course, was interested in whether the boss and I managed to conclude a truce. I wouldn't say so. Still more confused. Not only that, but now I've also lost my bathing suit, in addition to those lace panties that were left in the boss's office. When I ran away from the gym, I didn’t see a swimsuit on the floor, but I wanted to run away immediately. This narcissistic idiot must have thrown both parts somewhere far away.

It’s funny, of course, to worry about underwear when you’re about to lose your job, but what can you do, yes, I’m worried, because I don’t have so many opportunities to buy expensive things.

I didn't want to tell my friend how complicated my relationship with my boss had become. I don't even know how I'll show up at the reception tomorrow. One hope is that he will again go on a business trip for a whole week. Let him continue to ride around the country, it's so good without him.

Oh, but it's good with him too ... to the point of madness! Echoes of experienced pleasure spilled over the body with sweet languor. For some reason, it was with this reptile that I managed to survive the most amazing sexual experience. Why is life so confusing? I could meet a guy who would be nice and caring. But no, no, it is my director, who infuriates me wildly, has already given me fantastic pleasure twice.

- Ksyusha, we again had a terrible fight.

- But why?!

“We piss each other off,” I explained.

I didn't want to tell you what really happened. I still haven't figured out what I'm feeling, what I'm experiencing. My head was in complete confusion. I understood with my mind that all this was bad, wrong. We both do I don't know what!

Yes, my heart was not very good, but purely physically now I was still in nirvana. The body held vivid memories of what had just happened. My nasty boss fucks luxuriously, it's impossible not to admit it.

I decided that I would tell everything to Ksyusha when I came to my senses a little. Or I won't say anything at all. She is shameless! If she hadn't run away from the lounge so abruptly, perhaps none of this would have happened.

- Oh, Paul, I don't know. The guy is gorgeous, I would not miss this myself. I doubt he would even look at me.

- So strange ... I worked with Andrei Nikolayevich for three years, and he never allowed himself anything that would go beyond. I didn't have any problems with it at all! And the younger brother is a real goat.

- Hot pepper! What a cool one. It doesn't get out of my head. Does he have tattoos?

- There is, where without them.

- Great. I'd take that white robe off him, and everything else. Polka, I tell you, no noodles! You are with him all the time... it's... indoors! You and the cards in your hands. I could have long ago...

- What?

- lasso the guy! You haven't been in a relationship for a long time.

“You scolded me this afternoon for not holding back and sleeping with him.

- But then she took back all her words! You can’t scold a girl for giving in to such an amazing male.

- But he's my boss.

- Well, fine!

- Well, I do not! I don't intend to turn into a director's litter. Tomorrow I will write a statement.

- Don't be stupid!

- I'll write.

- You haven't found a new job yet, it's not easy now. How do you know what awaits you in a new place. Maybe there your boss will be some disguised maniac or a nasty old man. Or both together.

I haven't found anything in a week.

- That's it! And with Egor Nikolaevich, everything is clear. He is a young, healthy man and craves sex. It's natural, actually. If you think about it, he reacts very well to you. If you were my assistant, I wouldn't have to wait three months, by God!

- Ksyusha! I wondered.

- I mean, if I were a man. You are such a seductive chick. I think that Yegorka was burning in hell for these three months, while you wagged your butt next to me.

- Looks like it.

- So take advantage of the fact that he has a crush on you!

"What makes you think he's got a crush on me?" Yes, we hate each other!

I didn't let the thoughts of the fall blow my mind. To hell! Okay, I agree, I'm a bad girl and I do everything wrong. Well, don't care! Of course, making love with a boss who is about to become an ex, and even in a gym where someone can enter at any time ... It's a little strange ... But how cool it was! The sense of danger, the tension, the fear of being caught… All this added spice.

Let's assume that the director finally gave me a parting gift. If only Yegor had remained silent! He ruins everything with his stupid statements. And anyway, I will remember this transcendental sex in front of a mirror at the rack with dumbbells for a very long time.

EGOR

- What is it?

The assistant placed a sheet of paper on the table. Before I could skim the first line, the thought crossed my mind that Polina had filed a rape report with the police and brought me a copy. She has enough evidence of our connection - yesterday's sex in the fitness center was very energetic, I fucked her from the heart, not holding back. I didn’t even remember the condom, and I didn’t have one either. But how great it was to move in it, compress elastic hips, pull it over you, so narrow, tight! Surely today the girl is hurting downstairs, perhaps it even hurts her to sit.

She was standing next to my desk in impeccable office attire. She was wearing a white blouse with a bow and a black skinny skirt. But I saw her in a completely different form, disheveled, disheveled, with a protruding booty and arched lower back ... Fuck ***, how beautiful it was.

Now Polina's face was impenetrable, but I well remembered how she writhed and sobbed, shuddering from my attack.

Now, it has become not very comfortable for me to sit in my massive director's chair. When will I stop reacting so violently to this damn girl? What if she will always irritate my nerve endings with her appearance, smell? I was hoping that I would lose interest in her as soon as I had. So it was with all the other girls - without exception!

- What is it! I repeated in surprise, because I had already seen that she had written a letter of resignation of her own free will.

- You see for yourself.

- But I ... do not agree! I was outraged. - Polina, what kind of tricks?

- Do you think that we can continue to work together after .. how ... - she did not finish the sentence, but scorched me with a furious look. Dark fire burned in brown eyes. I also noticed that she constantly touches her lips with her tongue from the inside. She probably bit them badly yesterday when she tried to hold back her screams.

- Polina, think for yourself. You quit, I will be left without an assistant for at least a week, or even more! I will still select an adequate employee, while I will train.

I suddenly imagined that in place of Polina, at her table, some other girl would be sitting, and my heart suddenly sank. Unexpected, incomprehensible. But I'll be damned if I confess to her that she is an excellent worker, that she manages to do everything and copes well with all tasks. And those two million comments that she received during the three months of working together ... Well, that's right, for prevention, so as not to relax.

With one finger, I gently pushed away from me a piece of paper covered in Polina's clear handwriting. He drummed on the table and looked out the window. The girl stood there like a statue. Waited.

And I again felt her breasts in my palms. What a pleasure it was to squeeze these heavy, elastic mounds.

I took her application and put it in a drawer.

- Polina, until I'm ready to let you go. Looking for a new employee is too troublesome, and this will affect the work of the entire company. I don't need all this fuss. Don't invent. Please go. Today we have a crazy Monday, there is no time for talking. And make me some coffee, if you don't mind.

Oddly enough, there was no explosion. Obviously, she was struck by my unparalleled politeness. I usually didn't use extra words like "please" and "if you don't mind" when addressing her.

Polina silently turned on her heels and clicked towards the exit. Her hips, covered in a fucking tight skirt, moved so that I almost came. I must admit, she is right: it will be very difficult for us to work together. I'm so sure. I am sausage and throws up when I see her.

So, why didn't the angry cat argue and insist? This is suspicious. Probably, now he will return with coffee and pour boiling water over me.

PAULINE

I loaded the beans into the coffee machine, pressed the right buttons, and thought about it while the machine prepared the caffeine dope for my nasty boss. Oddly enough, the fact that Bulansky refused to sign my application caused warmth in my chest, not anger. He is in no hurry to get rid of me.

Well, okay, I thought melancholy. At first she was going to give a fight, throw a scandal and demand to sign everything, but then quickly, like a real woman, she changed her mind. I don't understand what stopped me. It seems that moment when Bulansky saw my statement. At that moment, he looked so bewildered that a feeling stirred in my chest. And it wasn't disgust or anger at all.

And the boss was so polite... Amazing.

Well, at least I made an attempt to quit. If Bulansky wants to pretend that normal working relations have been established between us, so be it. I will stay for some time in the holding, I will play for time, and in the meantime, the card will accumulate money for another payment on the loan.

Immediately the thought arose that I was ready to endure the harassment of the boss in exchange for material benefits. But no, nothing like that. From our sex, I enjoyed no less than Bulansky. So it remains to be seen who is using whom and who has whom. I may now have the coolest job in the world - not only do I get paid a chic salary, but I also get quality fucking. Gods, he does it incomparably! Tens of thousands of single women would give a kidney for such a place.

And I, by the way, still have not received a single invitation to an interview. Obviously, she indicated inflated financial requirements in her resume. But it doesn't make sense to waste time negotiating with a company that isn't willing to pay even seventy percent of my current salary to begin with.

They probably won't call me. Sadly. Of course, I can hold out for some time in the holding, but one way or another I will have to part with Bulansky. Even now we can't work normally, we both shake as if from an electric shock when we approach each other. It feels like we have awakened something in ourselves that we can no longer cope with.

I entered the office with a tray on which stood a cup of coffee. Fragrant steam followed the door with me. Bulansky has already dug into the documents. At the same time, he muttered something into the headset of the iPhone and flipped through on the tablet. Yes, he's right, Monday will be crazy, there is a lot of work.

He lifted his head and stared intently at the tray in my hands. You'd think he didn't ask for coffee three minutes ago.

I carefully placed the cup on the table. Egor continued to follow me, as if he was expecting some kind of trick.

“Don't worry, I didn't put potassium cyanide in your coffee at all,” I said mockingly.

- Yes, I hope, Polina, that you have the brains not to do such a trick with the person who pays you a salary.

- I'm not even going to. At least until you return my things to me.

Yegor Nikolaevich leaned back in his chair in surprise and crossed his arms over his chest:

- What kind of things?

- You don't know! – I was indignant. But then she was frightened: did he really not pick up my bathing suit yesterday in the hall? And the Friday before last, I sowed panties of a well-known brand in his office. Didn't he throw them away? Although… I could easily do it. However, the hope did not leave that he carefully stores my beautiful little things, he paid too much money for them.

"I don't know," the director shrugged indifferently. "Thanks for the coffee," he added quickly and turned back to the monitor.