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– Help our guest find a way out, – I said to one of my guys.

– I myself am able to do it, – the half-wit, who lost in the trash, immediately bristled.

I’ve always wondered what women find in these? A polished mug, and if you kick it, it will roll. Soap bubble, and only.

Ignoring his puny attempts to make a decent face at a shitty game, I nodded. The guard immediately came closer and with an inviting gesture offered to go to the door.

– You have a lot to do now, Ivan, – I said dryly. Remember, I don’t like procrastination. Get your money back, get your girl back. No, let’s talk differently.

Having dealt with all the cases, I went to my room. Only unlocking the door, he remembered the brunette that he ordered to be taken to the room, and immediately regretted it. The last thing I wanted to do now was listen to the tantrums of a bad woman. It was necessary to close it in one of the rooms and be done with it. But now what.

To my great surprise, the girl remained silent. Seeing me, she got up from the bed and, proudly lifting her chin, stared at me defiantly. I examined her from head to toe. Suddenly her hands shot up to the collar of her blouse. Fingers thin, long, nervously fiddling with the top button, threading it into the loop, then the next…

Hmm… And what did the baby decide to demonstrate?! To be honest, today was a dreary day, and I was not in the mood to watch this. And yet I did not stop her. And isn’t she stupid? Now it’s not surprising that she dragged along with that moron. If there are no brains, then there are none.

When she was done with her blouse, she took it off her shoulders and tossed it onto the bed. Almost without looking, still with the same impudent challenge in his eyes. It even made me laugh. From the pot two inches, and there – I am sure of my own irresistibility. As if my dick should jump out of my pants from her under-striping, and my brains will be cut off fucking!

– What is your name? – to admit, her demonstration performance began to tire me. I had to end this.

She was in no hurry to answer. She kicked off her shoes and began to fasten her tight jeans. She unbuttoned the button and only then threw:

– And what does it matter? – all the same challenge as in the look. She yanked the lightning sharply. No matter how hard she tried to sound confident, I could see that her hands were shaking. Wrong games to play, baby. We know very well why I’m here, but…

– I asked for your name, – I repeated so that it dawned on her: my questions should be answered the first time. Narrowed his eyes.

Her chest was small, she herself was thin, almost skinny. The skin is bronze, swarthy. Judging by the accent – either Italian or Spanish, you can’t tell the devil. But in Russian it’s the only way.

– Marika! she yelled, pulling her pants down. She undid the hook of her bra, tossed it over her blouse, and went back to her jeans. And the handles are shaking…

Well, exactly, a woman’s hysteria! Pulling off her jeans, she staggered and almost fell over, but still managed to stay on her feet. And he does get angry. I have never had Italians, but I have heard that they are still hot things. Easily catching jeans, I again walked over her eyes. And this is what she was going to impress me with?

So what is this circus?

– You brought me here so that I could work off Ivan’s debt? she said. Her bright blue eyes sparkled. – So here it is! I’m ready to work! Let’s! Turning sharply, she waved at the bed. The black hair that fell below the shoulder blades swayed in time with the movement. – What?! Do you think I didn’t get it?

– You think too highly of yourself, – I chuckled as I tossed my jeans back. – Believe me, girl, you’re not worth three hundred thousand greens.

She was confused. So she stood in front of me in shorts, pressed her pants to her bare chest and batted her eyelashes. Pride through the roof, but the mind…

– What kind of fools are you, women, – annoyed, I went to the safe, but, being half a meter away from her, I stopped. I caught the scent of a subtle floral perfume. – Do not embarrass yourself. If I need a girl, I will choose something more interesting, and for free. And you… – he lowered his gaze to his chest, to his narrow hips. – You’re not my type at all.

I didn’t want to talk to her anymore. Enough! He went to the safe and, typing the code, took a bundle of banknotes. I caught a glimpse of her still standing in the middle of the room. What, girl? I do not like? There are a lot of things I don’t like too. And such narcissistic bitches like you, including. And that you are a narcissistic bitch, I do not doubt for a second.

– And no nonsense, – I warned, opening the Jaguar’s door.

The girl gave me a haughty look and sat down with that grace that is inherent in women who are used to riding expensive cars. Pigalitsa! I couldn’t stand them all my life! Even the milk on the lips has not dried up to show its crappy character! Bypassing the car, sat behind the wheel. The city was already brightening in the gray dawn, and I had not yet closed my eyes. At first, this… Ivan, then another couple of idiots who decided that fortune would certainly gild their hand that night. Gilded, definitely gilded. Not only to them, but to me. Defiantly with a jerky movement, the girl fastened her seat belt and, exhaling, stared into the windshield. How is she? Looks like Monica…

With a shrug, I stretched my muscles. He yawned and grimaced, and then started the Jaguar. The headlights flashed, the engine purred. Somehow, by itself, he looked at the fool who continued to stare forward.

– What? she immediately jumped up, noticing how the corner of my mouth twitched in a grin.

– Yes, so … – the wheels smoothly slid along the asphalt. Whatever you say, a good powerful car brings much more satisfaction than a stupid woman. Even if it’s pretty attractive.

The roads were empty, and I thought that coming home early in the morning would not be such a bad thing. He lowered the glass. A cool breeze immediately brought freshness with it and drove away the drowsiness that was beginning to cover me.

– Shut up, – the girl demanded. – I’m cold.

Immersed in my own thoughts, I almost forgot about her existence. While she sat silently, only the unobtrusive smell of floral perfume testified to her presence in the car. Whether she was cold or not, I didn’t care. However, that didn’t stop her from looking at her. Thin blouse with lace. Openwork flowers, a neckline that reveals the collarbones…

– But what do I care? – I reasonably inquired.

I don’t know if people know how to indignantly inhale, but it was difficult to call it differently. Her chest rose, her face showed indignation, her eyes flashed with a blue flame. Yes, fuck her, right Lucifer in the guise of a Yorkshire terrier!

– I’m not really a thing! she blurted out. She waved her hand, her nostrils fluttering. – I’m cold! Close the window!

– I’m hot, – I said as I turned onto the highway that led to my country house. – What’s next?

– You can be patient! – found it faster than we managed to drive fifty meters.

– You too.

Her nipples stiffened from the cold and now stood out clearly through the fabric of her blouse. Whether the day turned out to be shitty, or I really should have spent a couple of hours in bed with a smart girl, but I felt my pants become tight. The only thing I didn’t have was a stand!

I gritted my teeth and mentally counted to ten. The girl was silent. She gave me another angry look and, folding her skinny arms across her chest, turned away to the window. That’s better. The wind was really cool, I noticed how she shrugged her shoulders. He hesitated, thinking of actually lifting the glass, but remembered her demanding tone and instantly changed his mind. Let him learn to speak first. Someone, but it is useful for her to air her brains.

The traffic light in front of us blinked, changed color, and I thought with annoyance that to slip through, I did not have enough for some ten seconds. It would be possible to pass, but an elderly couple drew on a zebra. And why the hell can people not sleep at such an early hour?! Before I had time to think about it, the girl unbuckled her belt and, as usual, impulsively pulled the door. Again and again.

– Calm down, – he grabbed her by the shoulder and sat her down. She waved her hand, and I clenched my fingers tighter. – You already got me, Monica! – So far I…

– Marika! she muttered in response. – My name is Marika, – she repeated, chanting every word.

– I don’t care who calls you and how, – he squeezed his hand even tighter.

She grimaced, gritted her teeth, but didn’t even utter a peep. Only in the eyes like ice froze. Fluttering nostrils, clear facial features… But she’s good when she’s angry. Don’t say anything. Pushing her away sharply, I glanced at the traffic light. The elderly couple had just reached the opposite side, but I did not wait for the color to change again.

– You can consider yourself my insurance. – Jaguar took off. The girl looked at me with anger, indignation and contempt. – You don’t interest me in any way anymore. Is that clear?

She was silent. She pursed her lips, sat up more evenly, and, as in the first few minutes of our trip, stared blankly at the windshield.

– Do you understand? – he repeated calmly, in the same tone that it was impossible to ignore the question, because it became clear that it would cost more.

However, the blue-eyed baby decided to take a chance. She sat and looked ahead, as if she had not heard me at all.

– Is it clear to you or not, Marika? – exception. For the sake of stupid young girls sometimes you have to make exceptions.

– Sure, – she hissed.

– And what do you understand?

– What are you – disgustoso git puzzolente! (nasty smelly bastard – trans. from Italian.)!