The Night of the Main Choice

The darkness thickened around, and the car, as if pushing aside the gloom, forged ahead towards the vast starry sky, which seemed to recede ever further. I shivered at the wheel. Never before had the road from the city to my village been so dark and long. Perhaps because there was no moon. A new moon? I don't know, I don't keep track of lunar phases. Suddenly, I don't even remember when, the surrounding area became terribly unfamiliar.

Right now, the car should be surrounded by gardens and fields, but now, as far as the eye could see, a flat, table-like steppe stretched out. I even slowed down. I drove slowly for about a kilometer, peering into the distance beyond the patch of light cast by the car's headlights

. The road had suddenly become strangely smooth: no potholes, no ruts… lane markings appeared, which we'd never had in our lives!

I admit, the sight of the dividing line: solid and straight as an arrow, threw me into shock. I pressed the clutch and hit the brake. The car stopped. For a minute, I sat examining the smooth asphalt in front of the front bumper, and then, turning off the engine, for some reason I switched off the lights.

Transparent darkness closed in on the car from all sides. I opened the window. It smelled of warm dust, mountain wormwood, but fresh mountain air in cold streams caressed my face, breaking through the dense, thick air, sharply contrasting with the warm, almost viscous, stagnant air. The stars were huge, scattered across the sky as if by a generous handful. There was complete silence — ABSOLUTE silence!

I got out of the car and, standing beside it, grabbed the door arch. It's never this quiet. It's not normal even at half past two on a southern night on the highway between the city and the village. It's never this quiet anyway, birds always cry, crickets or grasshoppers chirp in the grass, somewhere dogs yap or a lone jackal howls, having come down from the mountains closer to human habitation to scavenge for something.

But it was ABSOLUTELY QUIET. I slapped the roof of the car with my palm. Even that sound seemed blasphemously loud in the complete silence that surrounded me. I took out my phone to check the time. 03:23, but something else struck me. The signal level indicators for both operators, which should have been at maximum now — were at zero! Not only were the signal bars missing, but also the operator names — as if both SIM cards had been removed from the phone!

I shook the phone, turned it off and on, even held it to my ear — the receiver was dead. Quite surprised, I shoved the phone into my pocket and looked around again. And only then, very far away — the road stretched ahead like an arrow, narrowing in perspective — I saw a point of light as if a lamp was burning there.

Getting back in the car, I turned the key; the engine started instantly. I rolled along the perfectly smooth asphalt, marveling at how smooth my small car could be. It was seven kilometers between the city and our village, but I drove all 10 before the point of light turned into a lone lantern burning on a pole by tall metal gates.

I stopped. An asphalted driveway led from the road to the gates. Not understanding why, I turned and drove up to the gates. As soon as the car approached, the gates opened by themselves and I, amazed, drove into a wide courtyard paved with stone. My astonishment knew no bounds. Not only do we not build such smooth roads, but we also don't pave courtyards with stone!

I got out of the car again. The same complete silence reigned. Behind my back, there was a loud click. I turned around sharply. The gates had closed by themselves just as they had opened. I swallowed nervously. A lantern, stylized to look antique, burned by the front door. An interesting light bulb was in there — the light seemed to flicker and generally resembled fire, but I knew for sure it was an electric bulb. That was visible.

For some reason, I walked towards the house. On the tall door, instead of a handle, there was a ring of twisted iron, and the door itself was covered with a forged ornament of iron roses and daisies. Quite astonished, I reached out my hand to the ring. But I didn't have time to grab it. The door opened inward and I froze with my mouth half-open. The door was opened for me by a young Asian girl, wearing only a white apron trimmed with lace. And nothing else.

I entered. In an armchair, with her back to the door, gazing at the flames raging in a huge fireplace, sat a completely naked woman. She looked a little older, maybe 35 to 40 years old. Crossing her legs, she sat, proudly erect, the reflections of the fire playing on her large, high, perfectly shaped breasts. I stopped beside the woman and, shifting from foot to foot, surprised, remained silent.

The woman was silent for a minute, and, as if not noticing me, looked into the fire. Tongues of flame were reflected in her black eyes, and it was as if fire danced in their depths too. Finally, the woman turned her head towards me. Her lips trembled. And I, froze, struck. Struck by her beauty: Skin covered in an even tan — smooth and matte; large, heavy breasts with large areolas covering almost half the breast — high and perfect. And where the flat, smooth stomach descended into the crotch, a thick black triangle of hair was visible.

— Hello, guest. — Finally spoke the naked beauty, raising an eyebrow.

— H… — I stammered — h-h-hello. — I said in a voice that was not my own and not very firm.

— Come in. Guest. — Said the hostess with a sly smile.

— Who are you? — I asked a surprised question.

The woman didn't answer, turning back to the fire, she asked:

— Would you like something to drink?

— Thank you, of course, but, I'm driving. — I refused.

— A pity. — Shrugged the seated woman.

She clapped her hands and immediately, as if she had been waiting behind a curtain, the already described Asian girl appeared.

— Mia, — the hostess asked in the same calm and beautiful voice, — Mia, bring me some wine, and for the guest… the guest, plain water.

The seated woman waved her hand, as if drawing something in the air, and the Asian girl, bowing low, dissolved behind a curtain.

The seated woman raised her hand, palm down, and a chair appeared to her right.

— Please, guest, have a seat. — Her voice was quiet, languid, she simply offered, but I, unquestioningly, obeyed. Sitting in the soft armchair and still perplexed, I again addressed the seated woman:

— Excuse me, could you tell me what this place is and who you are?

The seated woman frowned, but her lips continued to smile: — How vulgar!

— I'm sorry, — I looked down, — I'm just confused…

Mia appeared, carrying a tray with bottles and a couple of tall, thin glasses on it.

Skillfully wielding a corkscrew, Mia uncorked the wine, opened the mineral water with her bare hands, poured the drinks into the glasses, and turned to the seated woman:

— Anything else, mistress?

The seated woman silently shook her head and Mia just as silently withdrew. My gaze slid over the Asian girl's slender legs and lingered a little on her beautiful back. I swallowed. The "Mistress" raised an eyebrow slyly.

— Did you like her?

— Ahem, — I choked, — she is beautiful.

— Do you want her? — Without blinking an eye, asked the Mistress.

— Ah… I… well, how… who wouldn't want to. — I finally mumbled.

— Shall I call her? — Looking into my face, said the seated woman.

— Oh-oh, um-m wait a bit, don't call anyone, okay. For now. — I fidgeted in the chair, — first tell me what you want from me.

— We want from you? — As if surprised, asked the beauty in the chair.

— I'm not an idiot, and I understand that all this, — I gestured around the room with my hand, — is not free.

Instead of answering, the hostess called Mia again:

— Is everything ready?

— Yes, mistress, they are only waiting for you. — The smile that touched Mia's full lips instantly aroused desire in me.

— Well then… — The hostess said quietly, — let's go, it's not good to keep people waiting.

She dramatically uncrossed her legs, "flashing" a perfect triangle. She rose to her full height. She was at least 190 centimeters tall. She was half a head taller than me. Mia offered me her hand. I took her slender hand. Her fingers nestled gently in my broader palm.

Gracefully swaying her hips, the Mistress walked ahead, and we: I and Mia, walked behind. I stared dumbfounded at the perfect figure of the woman walking ahead, how her lush black curls, curled in large rings, cascaded over her shoulders. I didn't even notice at what moment Mia's apron disappeared, leaving her completely naked. I admired the Asian girl: A triangular, slightly high-cheekboned face, a long neck, straight shoulders, slanted eyes, thick straight hair the color of a raven's wing, cut in a "bob" with a high nape. A completely smooth lower abdomen.

I sighed, resisting a sudden, inexplicable desire to grab Mia in my arms, to press my lips to hers… But at that moment, tall doors swung open before the Mistress walking ahead. We found ourselves in a huge hall full of people. Oh no! Had I stumbled into the Rio carnival!? These weren't just people, here there were only women and girls. All. Beautiful, slender and… incredibly sexy! All had slender legs and waists, round buttocks and flat stomachs, delightful breasts and perfect skin. I involuntarily squeezed Mia's hand.

Her fingers responded with a gentle tremor. Mia was smiling. The Mistress walked forward through the parting guests, and Mia held me in place. Stopping by a tall chair, the Mistress turned to face the assembled. A smile played on her lips.

— He is here. — She said loudly, pointing at me with her hand.

A whisper ran through the crowd and everyone parted; Mia and I found ourselves in the center of a circle formed by the people.

— Guest, — the Mistress addressed me loudly, — take a place beside me.

A smaller chair appeared next to her, and Mia led me and seated me in it, then stepped back and stood with her head slightly bowed.

And then the Mistress asked me again:

— Do you like Mia?

What happened to me and when it started, I didn't even notice, only suddenly, I realized that everything around me was very serious, that it was all real and I was here for real and the mistress… was real! And then I said:

I like everyone in this hall, and YOU, Mistress, more than the others.

The dark-haired beauty raised an eyebrow in surprise. She was indeed the most sensual of all the beauties in the hall, one look at her was enough to drive you crazy.

— Did I ask you if you liked me, guest!? — The voluptuous brunette asked in surprise.

I lowered my eyes and turned to Mia. She stood just as calmly, seemingly looking at me with indifferent interest. Mia is really very beautiful — I thought, — I always wanted to "try" an Asian girl but… but the Mistress herself… she… is something special!

— Rest, guest, admire the beauties. — The hostess pointed to a group of girls as naked as the others, but their bodies were covered in the most intimate places with peacock feathers and thin veils, and the picture was complemented by harnesses of thin golden chains.

And at that same moment, beautiful music began to play in the hall. Calm, deep, and pure sounds scattered through the hall, and the bronze bodies of the beauties came into motion. In perfect synchrony, the dancers began to raise their arms, and standing on one leg, as if depicting a bird taking flight. Then quickly and just as synchronously, lowering their arms, the dancers all spun around their axis together. Their arms performed intricate movements, their torsos traced unimaginable motions, and their legs… with ever-increasing speed, performed unimaginable steps embodying all the beauty and strength of the young female body. The dancers were about 18-19 years old, graceful, slender, as if carved from marble or dark ceramic, their bodies were perfect. I held my breath.

Mia, taking a sharp breath, merged into the graceful dance of the beautiful furies, immediately becoming the center of the dancers. From then on, all the gazes of the assembled and my gaze were directed at the beautiful Asian girl, whose movements were enchanting. Her hips, which at first seemed a bit too thin to me, suddenly revealed themselves to me in a new light: they weren't skinny! They were IDEAL, of perfect shape and proportions! Swinging on slender legs to the right and left, Mia simultaneously performed something unreal with her hands. They either soared in the air, as if separating from her body, or became a solid extension of a statue, freezing for a split second in the most expressive gestures.

The music changed key, the girls all at once made some hidden movement and got rid of all the straps, veils, harnesses, and feathers, presenting themselves to me and the assembled in their pristine nakedness and delightful charm. They were all perfect. An involuntary groan escaped me. Faces, eyes, hands, breasts, hips… all of it was exactly to my taste. Meanwhile, while I was in shock from contemplating the naked female bodies, the dancers, with movements of their abdominal, hip, and chest muscles, began to dance some unimaginably complex dance. Only remotely resembling an Iranian belly dance, but one that probably only the most professional and graceful dancers, having mastered the craft through years of continuous training, were capable of.

The music and the dance of the beautiful women, the smell of some incense and heated female bodies, the flickering light of electric torches, and I was already in a state close to ecstasy. I wanted to throw everything off, tear off my clothes and rush into the circle of dancers and possess Mia right there on the floor, surrounded by dozens of people, dozens of beautiful women, and I already rose. But… I fell back into the chair. The Mistress clapped her hands at the moment when the girls, having performed some mind-boggling pirouette, froze face down, stretched out on the floor.

The music fell silent. Not a single movement animated the naked girls' bodies, although, after that frenzy, that madness they had just performed here, their ribs should have been heaving! But not one was out of breath, not one stirred, when the Mistress rose from her chair and addressed me:

— How did you like my dancers? — Her voice was calm.

And I, suddenly for some reason terribly agitated, said:

— I am delighted, Mistress, but… allow me a most humble request, mistress. — I rose from the chair and stood without raising my eyes.

— What is it? — her voice seemed to me to have a note of astonishment. I dared to raise my gaze to her.

— Mistress, — I began not loudly but boldly, — allow me to know Your name.

— Name!? Why! — Her surprise was natural, as if I had asked something unusual.

— Yes, mistress, Your name. — She straightened up as if confused and looked at Mia, who had grown up beside me as if from underground.

Mia touched my hand, and turning me towards her, looked deep into my eyes.

— The mistress has no name.

— What!? — I exclaimed in amazement, recoiling from the beauty, — how can she have no name!?

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