Secrets of the Investigation. Part 23
"Strange," thought Andrey, looking at his cell phone — the rich girls Nastya and Yulia hadn't called or texted him, as if they couldn't give a damn that Andrey had disappeared from the sauna — Andrey was surprised — "well, fuck them," he thought and continued shifting from foot to foot in the cold, recalling the events that had happened to him in the village with the prostitute Kristina:
After finishing from an amazing blowjob in the shed, Andrey and Olesya went to a disco in the evening, where he, as the new guy, was surrounded by guys and girls. There they drank homemade wine, which was more like a simple, unpleasant-tasting brew, and then later at night after the disco ended, a group of seven people moved to Natasha's house. She was Olesya's closest friend.
Among the seven people were Andrey himself, his fiancée Olesya, Natasha with her husband Sergey, her cousin Anya, and another friend Marta with her fiancé Denis. Natasha didn't have children yet, so they could make noise and not worry about anyone sleeping. The house had four separate rooms, not counting the summer veranda and kitchen.
Everyone went into the largest room and sat in front of the TV, some on the sofa, some at the table, some just on the floor. Sergey inserted a videotape labeled XXX into the VCR and turned on the TV.
Andrey sat on the floor near the feet of his Olesya, who had managed to climb onto the sofa at the edge; Natasha herself also landed on the sofa in the middle, and Anya sat further down. Marta with her fiancé Denis sat at the table, and Sergey, after starting the video with the remote, sat on a solitary chair standing apart from the sofa on Anya's side.
The pornography began, everyone sat with glasses and poured themselves wine from an endless three-liter jar that was passed around. There was no light in the room except from the TV.
On the screen appeared a beautiful, half-naked girl in a swimsuit, lying on a plastic and sturdy sun lounger by a pool in a large, beautiful house with palm trees on the lawn. A half-naked pool cleaner, wearing only jeans and barefoot, approached her and said something in a foreign language to this lady; she answered him something, and then after a few phrases, he sat down near her.
He began stroking her legs and, smiling, continued the dialogue, and then he leaned down and gently kissed her knee. Next, he moved up with kisses and she, arching her back, began receiving cunnilingus.
In the room, rustling, whispering, and giggling began. It was clear that everyone was very interested, but no one dared to comment on what was happening. Then this man rose higher with kisses and passionately kissed her on the lips.
In the dark room, something like "ewww" was heard, from, as it seemed to Andrey, Anya's side, and she was immediately supported by Marta.
— And what's so 'ew' about it? – Olesya protested.
Immediately, the next scene appeared on the screen, and this scene was a blowjob scene. Now this lady was sweetly sucking the cock of the pool cleaner standing before her, who was now completely naked, just like her (editing).
— Now that's the stuff – Denis laughed, and Sergey supported him.
— Kissing after pussy!? – Anya was surprised by Olesya's question – isn't that gross?
Marta fell silent and no longer supported anyone in the brewing argument between Anya and Olesya.
— You're the gross one – Olesya giggled.
— So for you, that's normal? – Anya half-rose.
— For us, it is normal! – said Olesya and, spreading her legs, placed them on the shoulders of Andrey behind her, crossing them on his chest; she hugged his neck in some kind of wrestling hold but without squeezing.
With her hands, she playfully ruffled his hair and stuck out her index finger (like, be quiet!) when Andrey turned his head way back to her and wanted to either add something or object. Everyone stared at him and Olesya with admiration and a kind of arousal.
At this time, regular sex had already begun on the same sun lounger on the screen.
— Do you lick her? – Marta brazenly asked Andrey, because by his fiancée's gesture, it was clear that Olesya had practically boasted about him as a pussy-licker and didn't even allow him to object.
— Doesn't Denis lick you? – Andrey, confident in himself, answered the question with a question.
— What the hell? – Denis immediately protested – are you nuts or what?
— Doesn't she suck you? – Andrey now asked Denis.
— Of course not! – Marta answered for the somewhat evasive Denis.
— Well, you're a fool – Olesya laughed – but with us, Andryukha and I, everything's normal! We lick and we suck!
— Well then, go suck!!! – the offended Marta protested – and I'm not a fool!!!
However, that frank conversation that had begun ended there. Everyone silently continued watching the porn film, which had now become completely uncomfortable and unbearable. After some time, everyone dispersed in pairs to the rooms that Natasha assigned, and only Anya went home.
Olesya, climbing onto the one-and-a-half-bed and not undressing completely naked, took off her outer and inner clothing down to her T-shirt and, vulgarly spreading her bare legs, hinted to Andrey that he now needed to thank her for the daytime blowjob. Almost grabbing his head, she pulled him to her vulva and, holding him in that position, began moving her pelvis in circular motions, as if demonstrating how she was fucking his mouth.
Andrey, as usual, settled between her legs and noticed that she, like an actress, was playing the pleasure she was getting from the cunnilingus he was performing on her. Olesya bit her lips and rolled her eyes, firmly holding and controlling his head with both hands. Andrey understood from her gaze sliding behind his back that someone was watching from behind the door as he was licking her out.
He winked at Olesya and made it clear that he understood she was playing her game for someone standing behind his back and watching their oral sex, which, as Andrey understood from the recent conversation, was simply unacceptable and wild in their village.
Andrey took her legs under the knees and, throwing them even higher, said: "Oh, what a sweet little ass you have" and began, like a woodpecker, fucking Olesya's anus with his tongue. He was demonstrating this to the invisible spectators and smiled at his beloved prostitute Kristina, who was simply thrilled that a city guy was licking her out in front of her friends, and not just her pussy, but her ass!
And then, when he couldn't stand it anymore and his cock was ready to cum just from rubbing against the fabric of his pants, he straightened up, unzipped his fly, and, pulling Olesya towards him with his hands, entered her with his hard cock into that very anus and began rhythmically fucking her.
Olesya herself held her legs under the knees, lifting them as high as possible, and with gratitude in her eyes, blew air kisses to her awesome, in every sense, guy. Andrey came then, quickly and without pulling out his cock, filling the space of her ass, and then just collapsed and fell asleep.
He remembered how later in the morning Olesya thanked him for the theatrical performance in the form of cunnilingus and anilingus. She said that her friends, without naming who exactly, were simply in shock. After this, now surely no one dared to suspect that she was the prostitute Kristina, because no one licks prostitutes, especially not police officers.
His memories were interrupted by Lyubov Sergeyevna's black BMW pulling into the parking lot in front of the Universal store, the windows completely tinted, loud music broke the silence of the cold night, and Andrey, glad that he would at least warm up now, shaking all over from the cold, moved towards the car.
He approached it from behind and heard the automatic trunk lock click and saw it open slightly.
— Dive into the trunk, you slut – said Dark, addressing him through the open window in a haughty tone, who was sitting in the front passenger seat.
From the car's interior came music and the warmth of coziness, which Andrey so desperately lacked now, and he couldn't believe what he heard.
— What? – Andrey asked Dark again, hoping to hear that she was joking.
Of course, he heard that she told him to get into the trunk, which had so demonstratively opened before him, but this didn't suit him at all. It was not just humiliating, but also uncomfortable.
— Didn't get it... do I need to come out and help you, you scum? – Dark growled displeasedly from the warm car interior, from which cigarette smoke wafted.
— No – said Andrey, convinced by her tone that she wasn't joking at all, and turning around to avoid a humiliating argument on the street where there could be unexpected witnesses, he went to the trunk.
He figured that the car was probably full of people and there simply wasn't room for him, but of course, he didn't really want to ride in the trunk. It was somehow very disrespectful and humiliating; they could have moved over somehow. However, he didn't want to argue in the freezing cold, and it was definitely warmer in the trunk of a warm car!
Andrey opened the trunk and saw that it was empty and clean; at the bottom lay some kind of blanket, similar to those people take to the beach. So it turns out they had prepared a place for him in this trunk from the very beginning. Andrey even felt pleased that Lyubov Sergeyevna, who was the most adequate among all these female convicts, had taken care of him, and he felt an invisible protection from her.
He, throwing his leg over, climbed into the trunk and lay in the fetal position in this, to his surprise, very cold trunk. Then he pulled his knees to his chest and closed the lid behind him. The car screeched into motion, and Andrey began bouncing like a potato in the hard trunk, hitting his bones and head against the walls, floor, and lid. Riding in such discomfort was very unpleasant and humiliating; he would definitely have refused to ride in the trunk if he could turn back time, but no one was asking him anymore, and he couldn't get out of the trunk without outside help, as he didn't even know how.
— Where are you??? – finally, a text came from the rich girls Nastya and Yulia.
— Go fuck yourselves! – Andrey said out loud and turned off his phone without answering them.
The car would accelerate, then brake sharply, stop, and drive again in an unknown direction for Andrey. The trunk was cold, and he was already frozen to the bone in it, imagining how good it would be now to drink some vodka and climb into the steam room, in that very sauna where he had left the arrogant and crazy rich girls, which, unfortunately, he never got to, and now in the freezing cold, he regretted it and dreamed of the steam room.
Probably no less than thirty minutes passed, the car stopped, the car doors opened and slammed, and finally, the trunk lid opened. Andrey struggled to climb out into freedom, looking around to see where he was and where he had been brought.
Rubbing his palms together, trying somehow to warm his numb fingers, Andrey remembered this place. It was the same bathhouse at Pavlovna's, where he had relaxed with the prostitutes Malvina, Kristina, and Angelika.