Chronicles of Another World 2

Pressing the enter button with my finger, I found myself in a dimly lit room. In the middle of the space, whose walls gave off an unreal silvery shimmer, I saw a strangely, awkwardly placed oak table standing there on massive legs.

Taking a step, I caught a peculiar, incomprehensible scent in the air, and a voice inside me said, — choose your image.

After thinking for a moment, I approached and saw the items lying on the table. On the left lay some sort of latex outfit,

— ew, — my being rebelled immediately.

Next, I was presented with an outfit, like that of a housewife or a cleaner.

— no, not mine either, — I mouthed

with my lips.

And then I saw a rather decent set of a thong and an open-cup bra, snow-white in color, with an appliqué of pink flowers of an unknown variety. My gaze was also drawn to the fact that the panties and bra were made of transparent silk fabric; next to them lay a black, form-fitting dress, black leather boots that came up to my calves, and to top it all off, my wardrobe was supplemented with stockings and a cloak made of the finest wool, with a hood; the cloak had a silk lining and the same trim on the edges of the hood. I dressed in the chosen outfit and walked to the opposite exit, where a dwarf sat, looking like either a little angel or a little imp.

— ma'aaammm, — he smiled with an unnaturally large and somehow sinister, or something, mouth, — sign for receipt.

I confidently put my signature in the column with the name Sylvia, and went to the exit.

— madam, wait, — the sinister mouth spoke behind my back, — here, you forgot.

He handed me a scroll, I took it and went out.

— Elena Sergeevna, 1500₽ has been deducted from your account, — announced the driverless taxi in a metallic voice, — pulling me out of the world of dreams.

— Have a pleasant evening, Elena Sergeevna!

The taxi door opened. I got out and headed towards the house I needed.

Svetlana Georgievna received me as I had thought. After briefly telling her about the vicissitudes of fate, I exhaled a little; it's not for nothing they say that you need to share, and somehow it will become easier.

And so we are sitting with my boss in the steam room of her luxurious bathhouse, smeared with a mixture of honey and coffee, a folk cosmetic remedy. After swimming in the pool, we settled at the table with tea and the same honey. And so, I felt good, whether it was the bathhouse or the much-needed words from Svetlana Georgievna that worked, I don't even know anymore. I became languid and felt the boss's tender palms on my body. I greedily responded to her kiss and simply surrendered to the moment.

In a surge of passion, I caressed her heavy breasts and began to kiss her nipples. Svetlana Georgievna moaned, throwing her head back. I slowly descended, showering her tummy with kisses and ran my tongue over her pubic mound, and kissed the little hood with a pearl inside, found her clitoris with my lips and began to gently roll it. My companion for today, moaning, let her fingers into my hair and, massaging my head, began to press it where needed. I wrapped my arms around Svetlana Georgievna's thighs and began to massage them, my tongue fluttered tirelessly over her lips, teasing across and her clitoris, which I periodically sucked with my lips. After some time, the boss pressed my head noticeably harder, trembled, and making howling, intermittent sounds, began to leave me, plunging into the abyss of orgasm.

A little later we were sitting in front of a large plasma TV in the living room and drinking wine.

— Svetlana Georgievna, so can I live with you? — I took another sip.

— Just Sveta, — said the boss, — as long as you like, — she smiled and raised her glass.

We clinked glasses...