Sergei set to work entrusted to him: changing one uncomfortable position after another, he collected the bed linen and, relying on everything that came to hand, got to the washing machine in the bathroom. Natalya threw more rags into a pile of laundry and told him to separate the colored from the white in order to wash in two batches on different modes.Left alone in the bathroom, Sergey thoughtfully crumpled a white towel with a colored ornament in his hands, not knowing which category to attribute it to. His thoughts constantly strayed and ended up in some kind of emptiness. He felt that he wanted to understand something, to find out something, but he only understood that he was now so distracted that he could not understand anything and was generally close to complete prostration.Not fully aware of the reasons for his actions, he looked at his bathroom in confusion. Some items in it seemed unfamiliar to him. The thought flashed that he was not at home now, but where then? There we
At eleven o'clock the next day, the doctor came, or rather came, the doctor that Natalia was talking about and for the visit she was so preparing for, forcing a disabled person to crawl around the apartment on all fours.Seeing an unfamiliar woman, Sergei immediately gained confidence in her and felt relieved. In the presence of a stranger, his fear of Natalya was somewhat dulled. Sergei was still very cautious, but now he could notice how much this fear fetters his body, oppresses his soul and, most importantly, weakens his mind.Inessa Rudolfovna looked about forty years old. She was a woman of short stature, not to say that she was slim, but she did not need to lose weight either. With short, peroxide-dyed hair, hastily styled in a simple hairstyle, with pleasant wrinkles running from the nose to the tips of the lips. The width of the lips themselves was artlessly exaggerated by a rather bright lipstick. The color of Inessa Rudolfovna's eyes was made up of light brown, gray and, to
Seeing off Inessa Rudolfovna, who was leaving them, Sergei again felt lonely and abandoned to the mercy of fate. He did not really want to be alone with his despotic wife. The doctor's visit helped him to some extent, but this help consisted only in switching attention and dubious moral support. He did not see a cardinal solution to his question. He does not know what they were whispering with Natalya. His thoughts about a possible upcoming conversation with her were disturbing: “Did Inessa Rudolfovna tell her something superfluous? Something she might not like. For example, about his complaints of beatings and forced oral sex.”But after the doctor left, he did not have to participate in an unpleasant conversation.As soon as the door slammed shut behind the doctor, Natalya took Sergei by the neck, threw him on the bed and, on the move, hastily taking off his underpants and shoving him with her knees, sat down on his face. His battered head got it again.Today, just like yesterday, N
Sergei stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom. The image on the other side of the glass was somewhat similar to him, but Sergei did not recognize himself in it. The former self, as it was three days ago. She looked at him and seemed to be looking at her own reflection with a grin. The puffiness on his face had lessened and spread into pale yellow-blue shadows. The purple stains left by Natalya's mouth covered her neck. Somewhere among these spots, there was a place where Natalya kissed him before getting up from him. Today, after sex, she wasn't rude to him.No poking, no offensive words, no assignments. She just kissed him and went to that bathroom. And when she came out, almost affectionately, she suggested that Sergei take a shower."She liked it. Satisfied with sex. I don't know for how long?" - Silently asked Sergei emaciated reflection. “We need to sort ourselves out. She's blooming all over, and I look like shit. No wonder she treats me like that. I must like her. No matt
Second-year student of the Department of Regional Studies and International Relations, Moscow State University named after M.V. Lomonosov Alexei Danilko was the only child of wealthy parents and had everything that was considered good form among his peers: a top-end smartphone in the line; gaming PC; mid-range branded clothing and so on.A separate apartment for his future independent life was waiting for him to grow up, and his father, more than Alexei himself, was passionate about choosing a car for the only heir.Buying a car was scheduled for the end of January and timed to coincide with the grand closing session of the first semester. Alexey raved about his own car for two years, but shortly before buying it, he cooled off in his desire. The father, of course, noticed this and shared his thoughts with the boy's mother, and together they came to the conclusion that the child was emotionally burnt out during the waiting time. But neither parents, nor friends, not anyone else, could
How Aleksey survived another meeting with Natalya, I will tell a little later, in the same chapter, but for now we need to go back 28 days ago, to Sergey, left under the table, with Karina's legs in her mouth.After the departure of Marina and Karina, Natalya, who was well drunk, became noticeably lighter and was no longer angry at Sergey for wanting to wash off the makeup applied to him. In general, Natalia was very pleased with herself and how the reception went. She also praised Sergei and even complimented his beauty.Closer to the night, she ordered him to wash and brush his teeth after Karina's legs, in addition, she allowed him to drink two glasses of vodka to disinfect his mouth. Needless to say, her permission meant a binding order.After these evening procedures, Sergei was attracted to cunnilingus. This time, Natalya did not press his face while sitting on his head, but humanely gave him the opportunity to satisfy herself on her knees in front of her brightest person, loung
Monica Vardanovna Kardashian belonged to the category of so-called strong and independent women. And if such epithets used in relation to ladies often contain a fair amount of irony, then speaking of Monika Vardanovna they could be used without a shadow of hidden meaning.At 32, Monica was head of human resources at a car dealership. Monica got into the chair of the top-level manager not through the bed, but solely due to her business qualities, strategic mindset and a certain amount of luck, without which, as you know, not one, even the most purposeful and outstanding employee, will achieve significant success in moving up the career ladder .The exotic name of Monika Vardanovna corresponded to her bright Mediterranean appearance with large brown eyes, a well-shaped nose, a raised chin, dark skin and long dark hair. Her height was about 165 centimeters of an almost slender figure with arched calves. It was enough for Monika Vardanovna to hear the name and surname of any of the 653
On the same day, the order to transfer Sergei Nikolayevich Shpilin to the position of Human Resources Manager of the Human Resources Department was signed by the General Director of the company. But in the morning of the next day, the employee transferred to the central office did not appear at the new workplace. Monika Vardanovna reasonably suggested that the amazing young man could have messed up something and gone to his former place of work, but he was not there either.Finding out the reasons for the absence of Shpilina Monika Vardanovna decided to postpone until 10 am.- Hello, this is the head of the personnel management department, my name is Monika Vardanovna. I would like to speak with Sergei Nikolaevich. Who am I talking to, please?- Hello, Monika Vardanovna. You are talking to Sergei Nikolayevich's wife and Natalya Andreevna. He won't be able to come to work today. But tomorrow will definitely be.- I hope nothing serious happened?- He's a little sick. Reworked yesterday