Hard sex. BDSM. Юрий Буреве

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,