Ignat

It must be so screwed up!

The hired secretary was offended and ran away, having previously propped up the office door with a chair. Fuck that door, I kicked it out with one blow. But this bitch closed the door of the office building and ran away!

Our building was one-story, with bars on the windows. The door is motherfucking iron. The lock was unlocked from the outside. There was no way to get out. I'm really stuck! I had to call a friend.

- Yakub, help me out. Come to the office.

- Problems?

- Yes.

- I'm leaving. Take heavy artillery?

One set of tools will suffice.

— What? What will we open? Drop the safe?

- Door. Iron.

What castle?

— Standard. You know, they locked me up,” he said embarrassed.

The friend neighed like a horse, then asked:

— Closed? Like a snotty kid?! Did I misheard?

— Listen, are you going or will you ask moronic questions?!

***

Yakub rolled up half an hour later, gouged the door to hell, and rescued me.

"I didn't think you'd be so crazy!"

“I didn’t screw myself up like that. Helped.

- Who? the friend inquired. "Where's your ugly beanie with glasses?" Why didn't she save you?

- Shut up! I fumed.

- And what?

No Arina is plump and not ugly at all! It turns out that she is even nothing like that, curvy girl! And the glasses are fake, and the belly is false. I remembered what a beauty Arina was under these tattered clothes, and the captain with two assistants flew up abruptly to the upper deck. The member stood up so firmly that even the fly began to seem cramped.

- Where is your nondescript secretary, I ask? On a sick leave?

- Slipped off! She shut me down!

Wow... Bitch! Jacob neighed deafeningly.

She locked you in here? - asked again. - Why?

I did not have time to answer, but my friend understood everything in his eyes.

- Are you so hungry for women that you climbed into this scarecrow? Looks like she's still pregnant?! Or not…” he said doubtfully. - There is such an incomprehensible belly. Whether fat, or demolition ...

- Shut up, huh? In a good way!

I digress: I had to find a master to change the lock. It seems that Thermal has a locksmith contact saved on her computer. But first I went to the reception and saw the computer was damaged. Inside, everything boiled at once!

What did Arina fill the computer with?! Water, right?! Quite a silly woman! Revenge, is called. I squatted down, pulled out the removable hard drive, shoved it grimly into my jacket pocket.

Would it be possible to save? Teplova, without knowing it, could spoil important data. I didn’t keep them in one place, I secretly saved copies on her computer in a secret hidden folder.

If she screwed up, I'll kill you! Member stood a stake. A burning desire pierced every cell of the body. It was decided: first I will wear out, and then I will kill ...

"So what happened to you?"

A friend did not lag behind, stuck like a bath leaf to a wet ass, followed on his heels. He watched my movements closely. The folder with data on all the employees of the fake cleaning company did not escape his attention. The folder was thin, consisting of several sheets.

One of them showed off Arina's brief summary of Teplovaya.

Professional House and Carpet Cleaning is a fictitious and inflated company, like a soap bubble. But for money laundering - that's it! It was necessary to create the appearance of activity and recruit employees. To look like a secretary, I chose the girl that seemed to me the most nondescript.

Mouse bun, slicked hair, thick glasses, flattened chest, second-hand clothes and a plump, flabby belly. Whether pregnant, or just floating in the sides!

It turned out that Arina's belly was false, and her chest was flattened, because she deliberately flattened her hard four with a tight bodice.

What luxurious boobs she has, as if purposely created to move a member between them. Again, I was stuck not like a child.

Why are you staring at this resume for so long? — interrupted the protracted pause friend.

- Nothing.

A friend's scent seemed to erupt, that the case smelled of kerosene. He did not lag behind. I kicked Yakub out with great difficulty.

I remembered the address indicated by Teplovoy as the place of residence and decided to pay an apologetic visit in the evening. How can I apologize to her? It seems that she was offended that I put my hand in her shorts and felt a little!

I haven't looked after anyone in a long time. I'll probably buy flowers. Roses. All women love roses! Scarlet. A larger bouquet is needed, but still, my offense does not pull a hundred and one roses.

I will buy twenty-five roses.

Must melt.

***

That same evening, I stood at the door of apartment number three hundred and seventeen at number forty-three on Dzerzhinsky Street. In the hands was a bouquet of roses, a box of chocolates and expensive wine. In his pocket is a tape of condoms. Everything is fair. Luxurious boobs Thermal haunted me for the whole day. Half a day should have been enough for Teplova to cool down and stop shedding tears about what had happened.

‍​I knew that women liked me. Moreover, he had caught her glances before. The fingers remembered the inviting softness, warmth and strong grip of the vagina, which definitely lacked a thick male member. He, by the way, stood again with a stake. The end could have hammered nails!

Called.

The door was opened by a wizened old woman. Did Teplova live with her grandmother? I introduced myself as Arina's friend.

- A friend of Arina? she asked.

- Your granddaughter.

- I have no granddaughter Arina! the old woman was surprised.

— Teplova Arina. Maybe she rents your room?

“Young man, our family has been living in this apartment for thirty years! We don't have any tenants and never have! We do not recognize those who come in large numbers a priori! - the old woman proudly declared and slammed the door.

I was dumbfounded and looked a little stupidly at the gilded numbers. So-so ... Teplova hid her appearance, lied about her place of residence.

What else was she lying about? Member rebelled. The captain on the lower deck was in the mood for fucking! And now, what, a bummer?! I haven't burned like this in a long time. Upon learning that Teplova had fooled me, the rebellion only grew stronger.

However, the main shock awaited me ahead. He struck something through his channels, fell out of surprise. Teplova not only lied about her appearance and place of residence! As it turned out, her documents were fake.

Spy, right?

The riddle demanded immediate resolution, the member insisted on revenge. Find it by all means!‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‍