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Chapter 1. Acceptance

The end of June brought an unexpected cold snap, which was a complete surprise for most residents of the city. This was quite a challenge for ice cream sellers, as well as for girls who bought a huge number of thin dresses with large cutouts on the chest and back for the summer. Now I had to dress in rather warm clothes, close to those that are worn in spring and dressed in autumn.

Natalia had finished her work day and was currently walking around the city. The clothes she was wearing were quite comfortable, although it was more like a long, tight-fitting sweater.

Her long hair, which developed into several small, large curls after being curled, bounced as she moved and looked like vines that descend from a tall and slender tree.

The dress she was wearing clung to her figure so that her legs were visually so long that they seemed to meet, if not in the area of the ears, but in the area of the navel, and this is very likely.

The dark dress over her fair skin, which was reddened in places from the recent heat, contrasted and emphasized her figure even more.

The legs, after years of training in the gym, inspired awe and excitement, and when passing stairs, they strained so that small veins were visible, and the buttocks could not fit in one line and constantly pushed each of the halves in the opposite direction.

The deep neckline on the chest covered the breasts just above the nipple line, and sometimes they fell out, which caused negative emotions on the part of the female staff of the journalism department.

If there were any men in the team, they were more often on the road, and they came to the editorial office no more than two or three times a month.

Male attention was thus absent for her, and she tried to compensate for this by taking evening walks around the city center, going to cafes, drinking various soft drinks and ordering salads.

She didn't like vegetables very much, but she ate for a figure that she was more careful about than keeping her computer's hard drive clean at work.

The cool weather forced her to go to a clothing store today to keep warm. There was no extra money for a cafe, so now she found a convenient solution for showing off her stunning figure and getting to know men on occasion.

They appeared in her life, but also quickly disappeared. They were afraid of her beauty, that they would not be happy, and she would start cheating on them. But there were those who were afraid that they would not be able to meet all her needs in life, and that such a diamond would require a really expensive setting.

More often, after meeting and meeting her, they had her either in the car, or, if in the evening, in parks. There was one case when she was fucked right in her own entrance after the guy walked her home.

Neighbors who saw this picture passed by, as voices could be heard from afar as they went up to the seventh floor without an elevator, her words, and that she was not a victim:

– Come on, fuck, deeper, ah-ah-ah…

After that, she tried to stay out of sight of the neighbors, and when she heard someone coming in or out on the landing, she sat down on the bellboy's chair and waited until there was silence.

But after they attended the event after a corporate party at work, saw her in the same dress as now, could not resist and fucked her together in the corridor of the editorial office, when almost everyone left closer to nine in the evening, she stopped being afraid of the corridors and sometimes began to wait for the neighbors to come out and go to this at the same time, she was deliberately walking on the edge of a knife, provoking sideways glances.

A large store was connected to a movie theater, various cafes, and a bowling alley that opened after seven in the evening, but everything else closed at ten in the evening.

Walking through the salesrooms, she began to catch the eyes of men who followed her with their eyes, and married men-with their eyes, without turning their heads, walking along with their wife.

Natalia sat down on one of the benches that stood on the aisles, and, turning on music through headphones, began to listen to songs from her playlist, which she saved on the radio. It's always nice to listen to the music you like, and so on the second song, she started moving her head a little to the rhythm and spread her legs so that it was comfortable, lifting her heels, also moving her legs to the rhythm.

Men glanced back at her as they passed, and a few farther on didn't look away.

– My beauty attracts, – she managed to think in the interval between the second and third songs.

Beauty combined with sex is a hell of a mix, and that's what happened this time. She did not wear panties under her dress in the summer, and this was her principled position, which has not changed in the last two years, as she read in one article of the girl that underwear violates the microflora of the vagina, because it constantly absorbs liquid from it and evaporates.

And then there are nuances in the special and individual shape of the labia, because some of them are closed, some are quite plump and even gaping, what happens if the partner's penis is thick, or she uses incredible rubber phalluses and fucks herself

Natalie had plump labia, with underwear in this case constantly stuck to her, and at some point she refused them. Whether this author of the article was right, she didn't know, but as soon as she stopped using underwear, she felt more comfortable and the burning sensation went away.

When she rearranged while listening to music, while lifting the edges of the already short-edged dress that reached to the middle of her thighs, her crotch became open, it was accessible to the sophisticated passer-by.

And at some point, she realized what was going on, but she tried to pretend that she didn't understand what had happened, and then, getting into the taste, spread it even wider when a passing guy liked her.

– Good evening.

– How do you do?

– I'm Igor. Don't be alarmed that I decided to approach you this way. Let me introduce myself, I am Igor, a photographer and videographer working in the world of fashion and advertising. I shoot what appeals to me, and I always go with a professional camera. I know I look so stupid and ridiculous, but the moments that appear to be captured quickly disappear. The world is so beautiful, and there is so little time to capture it all. I couldn't pass you by, because it might otherwise look like a professional crime, in the sense that I didn't see it, didn't capture it, and therefore didn't share it with others, if…

Then Natalya decided to interrupt him and added:

– Fine, you seem very passionate about your work. I am a journalist, and I look for inspiration after work, but we mostly repeat what has already happened, edit the material and submit it either to print or to publish on the Internet. Our materials are sometimes sent to us by photographers, and you may also know our people.

– I have one friend, also a photographer, who once fucked an editor in the hallway at a corporate party, and now I see him every time, and every time he tells this story. He says he had a great ass. You don't have this happening there?

– At us, at us everything is normal, decent, nobody fucks anybody.

– We took a wrong turn.

– Perhaps you just got excited and unconsciously switched to this topic.

And then she beckoned to him with her finger and, taking him by the head:

– Did you like my…?

– …Yes…

– That whore your friend fucked with a fucking little dick was me. Do you understand me?"

– …Yes. Forgive me, please, I'm so stupid, I started with the wrong thing, I don't know what's happening to me, as soon as I saw you.

– What do you mean, you don't know" Your dick is smoking, you can't think straight, except about sex, because you're not a photographer, you're primarily a dog who is looking for a wet hole to let the sperm down there.

– If it's official, then yes. All right. I want to fuck you and then take a picture, then jerk off to these photos, because I understand that we are unlikely to have a second meeting

– Why are you so categorical that there will be no second meeting? Natalya said with a little annoyance.

– Well, I think so, but I need to sit down. I can't look at your crotch open for so long, my head is spinning. Allow me?

– Yes, please have a seat.

She moved her ass a bit and moved her rather large bag to the other side.

– Where do you take your photos?"

– The studio is at work, but it's closed now, it's not my studio. Sometimes at home, sometimes like this on the street. Rarely at a girl's house, if invited. As you can see, I am not such a hero, and I do not have much strength, and therefore girls usually trust me.

– Well, you're right, small men are less intimidating, although in a quiet pool… I've always been afraid of strong men, although I must admit that I like them, I don't want to offend you, Igor

– It's fine, I'm fine with it.

– Let's get me on camera and see what happens." Right here, and how do I sit down?

– Put your elbow on the back, your leg slightly to the side to cover the crotch, and better put your foot on top of your foot. And the look, the look is necessarily important, if it is not like this, then everything will be wrong. The pose, the interior, and the look must match and harmonize.

– Like this?

– Yes, the chin is slightly higher. Great. Now change your view of that sign. Here, yes. Here, great. Now stand up and spread your legs crosswise

– To make your ass bigger?

– Well, about right. Here, great. Now you need to process it, but you can only see the originals in a small screen right now. Here, the color rendering of the matrix of the friend's screen is different from the digital photo, but approximately yes, but at the same time perfectly in several tones. It will be clearly visible only on monitors, and then, on each of them, they will look different. Well, I don't think you are interested in these subtleties.

– Why, I'm curious. I have a bit of mental stagnation, I want to change something, discover something new, unknown. I just don't know what it can be that can change me, I want to change.

– Natalia, this can be done in different ways, not everything can be voiced out loud

– Intrigued.

– I invite you for coffee, and we can go bowling, I have a little money, it should be enough." I'm ashamed to admit it. Photographers are not as rich as you might think, although in different ways, just like artists, ninety-nine percent are hungry, and only one percent live in affluence, in great affluence. The world is cruel, it sometimes jokes, and jokes very cruelly.

– I can add my own. I haven't been to a bowling alley in ages, and men don't usually take me there. Usually in cafes, restaurants, they try to get drunk faster and fuck. Why don't we just get some coffee first?"

– That's a great idea.

At the coffee bar, which was located right in the middle of the shopping corridor, they sat down on high chairs and ordered one coffee.

The fragrance awakened feelings that both Natalia and Igor lacked during the day. A cool midsummer evening had disturbed his mental balance, but a hot drink had restored it, if only temporarily.

They silently finished all the coffee they'd originally asked for cold water to avoid getting burned, then got up and walked towards the bowling alley.

The entrance fee for men was five hundred rubles, for girls it was free. They immediately booked a table and a thirty-minute bowling session.

– You can't shoot here, – the guard said to Igor, seeing a professional camera slung over his shoulder.

– This is a well-known photographer of the city, Igor Kuznetsov, if he takes pictures, he will only advertise your institution.

– Well, if… Don't look too bright anyway, you can take a couple of pictures if you want to take pictures of your girlfriend.

– That's all I'm going to do.

– Ok.

They walked on, taking a seat and picking out a bowling ball that was lying nearby.

– Can you throw?

– Approximately.

– I think if we don't break the monitor from above when throwing, then we can consider that we played well.

Natalia appreciated the joke and smiled, smiled very sincerely, and he, as a photographer, was well able to read emotions. He appreciated it, too.

– I want to write.

– The toilet's over there.

– I'm afraid to be alone

– Let's go together, I won't leave the camera here, and I don't think they'll steal the rest.

They walked down the corridor towards the hygiene rooms, since the club had just opened, there were no people at all, they had not yet arrived, and the main mass came closer to ten in the evening, when they agreed to leave here.

– The men's room is closed. Can I come with you quickly?

– Come on, but quickly.

– Where are you going, man?

– My wife is pregnant, I have to accompany her.

– Well, if…

They went into the same booth, and Igor took out his camera and turned it on.

– Are you going to shoot here?"

– Yes.

– Just don't have a face.

– On the contrary, I want to capture your face when you pee, and I want to capture emotions and feelings, not thighs. Emotions are more important, and this photo can then be put as a thoughtful lady, and no one will suspect that you were sitting on the sink at that time.

– You're a pervert.

– Yes.

He took a couple of close-ups of her face and eyes and got out of the cab.

– I'll wait there.

They went back to the table, where everything was in its proper place, and, choosing one ball at a time, launched. Natalia's first throw was successful, she hit blindly and knocked down all the balls.

– It was an accident, I can't do it again.

Igor couldn't shoot down even half of what she shot down.

– I will sit down, you bend down and throw the ball, but do not rush, freeze before throwing, my camera can not quickly take focus, then throw.

He sat back down at the table and took aim, starting to catch the moment, and, just in case, launched a series of pictures that he captured at the time of the throw.

This time she knocked down three pins, but it didn't bother her much, she went back to Igor.

– Show me.

– Here

He started switching photos for viewing so that both she and he could view them in slide mode.

– You can see my crack here, and it's even more visible here. Caught the moment. Will you send it to me later after processing?

– Sure, but I'll keep it for myself. My rule is not to delete a photo, it's the same as burning a manuscript. Bad or good, I leave the frame.

– I like it better. I don't need all of them. Although you will send it later, I will choose it myself, and I will delete the unsuccessful ones, in my opinion. I, on the contrary, delete bad photos right away. I want to remember only the good and beautiful ones.

– The philosophy is clear.

– I'm tired of playing, I don't want to quit anymore, stupid game.

– Let's take a couple more pictures, raise the hem of the dress higher, as much as possible, I'll come closer

She picked up the ball and, bending down, with the hem of her dress raised, slowly threw and knocked down almost all the pins except one.

– She's standing so erotically, that's how I'd sit on her.

– There are options.

– Like what?

– Let's go to my place.

– You want to fuck me?

– Not only, first of all I am a photographer.

– Well, in general…

– I won't close the doors, you can leave at any time

– Why don't you close the door so that the neighbors come in and go in a circle? Your idiot friend and the other one already fucked in the hallway, couldn't even satisfy you, just the two of them. Weaklings.

– I live right next door, a five-minute walk, maybe ten. These are not my friends or acquaintances. Although they are more familiar to you than to me, they also work for the same company.

– One's in mine, the other's somewhere else, I don't know where. Let's go to your place. I wasn't interested in it at first, but apart from the one picture you took, it's all shit. Although I haven't looked at the second photo from the bathroom yet.

– At the same time, I'll transfer the files to you, upload them to the cloud or somewhere else, I don't care. It may not fit into your phone, because a single photo can weigh quite a lot there.

Leaving the club, Igor went to the administrator and talked about something, and he brought him one pin, which was chipped at the bottom, but whole on top, and it could not stand steadily.

Igor wanted to give him money, but he did not take it, saying that they would still be disposed of later. And that he recognized him, recognized him as a famous photographer, as opposed to the security guard at the entrance.

They went out into the street, and the weather, which had already been quite cool by the beginning of the evening, was now quite noticeable.

He had a pin in his hand and, showing it to Natasha, rolled it up in a bag.

From the low temperature and cold, Natalia wanted to go to the toilet.

– I need to pee again.

– Pee." I'll take a picture. Here, sit in front of the moonlight. I want to shoot a jet in the lighting

– Start? You're ready

– Yes.

He had started a new series of images, and now he was changing positions and angles, getting so close that the raindrops splashed into his hands

– We'll check it out later. It's cold, there's no time to figure it out.

They were quickly in the elevator, walking fast in the cold

– Here's June for you.

– Yes. I thought it would be warm in the morning, so I dressed like this, it was sunny, and people dressed easily. But somehow they were moving fast.

– They wanted to keep warm. It got colder last night. The day before yesterday I was running in shorts, and today my balls are frozen in my trousers. Everyone, let's get out.

He opened first one door to the common landing with the neighbors, then the apartment door

– We live behind seven locks, we close ourselves off from each other as much as possible, we are not afraid of each other, we put fear on each other

– Yes, I agree, humanity definitely took a wrong turn at some point

This is where the short dialogue about the philosophy of modern life stopped.

– Oh, it's so warm, I'm as cold as a whore on the highway in the freezing cold."

– You worked like this?

– No, I did. You don't have to go to Africa to imagine that it's already hot.

– You're a smart girl, it's rare for beauty to be combined with intelligence.

– I think it's normal, maybe a little better." I do not like large companies at all, I like to read in bed at home, with a book in my hands, and after a shower naked.

– It's a good habit, even a great one.

– Can I get undressed and take a shower?

– You didn't have to ask.

– Are you going to take pictures of me in the shower?

– You didn't have to ask. Get in, I'll definitely not miss such moments.

– Natasha, can I call you that? I like it better this way.

– Natasha, Natalie, Nata, Natalia, I don't care, but I like Natalie better.

– All right, Natalie. Take some soap and put it on your body.

She picked up the soap that had fallen out of her hands twice, and she bent down to pick it up again and again, and soaped her body, leaving her crotch and breasts cleaner from the foam.

– You know exactly what you need to do.

The pictures that Igor took, he quickly scrolled through on the camera screen and went to another room.

When he returned, he asked:

– Do you want to experience new feelings? Which you haven't tried before?

– What do you mean?

– If you are not ready, then just say "no", more precisely, to new feelings, the question is not what it is, but whether you are ready for a new one or not

She closed her eyes, and it was as if she was spinning a roulette wheel in her head that would help her make a choice.

– I agree.

She dried herself with a towel and took it with her, wrapping it around her waist.

– Come on.

– What the fuck is this?

– This is a mini version of the room where you can fulfill the most disgusting desires. We have one in our city, held by Maxim Orlov, did you know?

– No, we never wrote about it.

– This is a closed club, you can't get there from the street, they just won't let you in, and secondly, there is a multi-stage check.

– Do you have anything to do with this club?

– How can I tell you?" I work as a recruiter for new clients or club staff.

– In what way?

– If a girl passes the test in this room, then she is invited to the club, well, more often as a worker or a dresser, or an animator, or a machine operator.

– Well, the costumer and animator are clear to me, but who is the machine operator?

– This or who monitors the work of tools and inventory, and since this is a fairly simple job and does not pay very high, they can work as machine operators in the literal sense, that is, machines for fucking. They are inserted into boxes or tied up, and they serve as holes in which men fuck and cum. The main thing is that they need to look at everything that happened there in a neutral way and that this is how it should be, otherwise they will be fired. I do not know how other recruiters feel about their candidates, but I get a percentage for entering into a work contract or part-time work. Clients of the club require both men, and only girls or women can recruit such employees, which is basically the same thing. Further, with a successful combination, you can start recruiting male employees yourself. The turnover rate is quite high not because they don't pay well, they can't stand their nerves, so we need people all the time. They pay each of them separately, and I won't know how much you earn, and you won't know how much I get. This can be done as an additional income for a temporary, permanent or for new horizons, as you would like. In fact, no one works for money, which is the least of people's worries, although the extra bonus factor helps them survive in this crazy world outside the club. Inside the club, you don't think about money, you don't have time and don't need to, believe me. Trust me. You can give up now and not put your mind and body to the test or… step further. You can go get some juice, some milk, I don't know, maybe you'll find some alcohol in my refrigerator somewhere, I don't care. Think. Also, if I approve you as an employee, but you don't make it, I will be charged for the last two candidates. Fine. So don't think that I will be lenient with you, on the other hand, it is not in your best interests, because it is better to pass the tests here than there, and not pass when the consequences are different. Do you understand what I said?" How much is seven plus eight?

– Fifteen.

She squatted down in the hallway, didn't go anywhere, and the towel she'd been tying around her waist was lying on the floor a long time ago.

The swivel chair, so that you can rotate the body to all the different positions, tied in advance, allowed you to view from different angles that are not available in other cases. At the bottom was a special wall-enclosed floor that could collect liquid, hold it in itself.