Secrets of the Investigation. Part 24
"Come on, Larvae, grab the bags and hustle back to the house quickly," said Zima, lighting a cigarette and delivering a hefty kick.
Andrey noticed they had started calling him Larvae. Usually, "Larvae" referred to whores, specifically female whores. He didn't argue, because essentially, he was a whore. He saw Dark enter the bathhouse with a staggering gait, and next to her walked some short girl whom Andrey couldn't recognize from behind.
"Well, at least I'll warm up now," thought Andrey, and bending down, he dove into the warm interior of the BMW for the bags of groceries and alcohol they had bought at the night store on their way here.
In the car, he saw Lyubov Sergeevna in the driver's
seat. She was sitting, buried in her phone, completely ignoring Andrey."Lyubov Sergeevna," Andrey addressed her, "I need to be at work in the morning," he informed the lawyer, anticipating he might be stuck here for a long time, as there was very little time left until morning.
"You have tomorrow off!" she replied without turning around, intently reading something on her phone.
"What?" he was surprised by what he heard and, of course, didn't believe it.
"Irka knows where you are and with whom," she said just as displeasedly without turning, as if he were stupid, and sighed deeply. "I told her you're under my supervision tomorrow, and she'll cover for you there! What's not clear?" she turned to Andrey.
"Ah... ah," he said, as if it had dawned on him and he had no more questions. "Got it."
"You fucked us over yesterday by saying you were called into work! Irka said you fucked us over! Now you're with us until evening, no less!!!" finally laid it out for him, Yolka, Lyubov Sergeevna.
"But..." Andrey, shivering from the cold, wanted to object.
"And no BUTS!" Yolka put an end to their conversation. "Otherwise, those who've seen your video will show up and turn you into a cocksucker and a real faggot!" she smiled maliciously at him. "I hope you're not an idiot? You won't test it or ask for trouble!"
"No," Andrey answered guiltily, and taking the bags, he climbed out of her gangster car.
Andrey entered the bathhouse with the bags, and kicking off his shoes, he went into the room with the table. The bathhouse was heated and warm; his body immediately began to tingle pleasantly.
"Meet Larvae," said Dark, seeing him, introducing him to the new girl. "This is our Irochka-Khuirochka."
Ira, nicknamed Cartoon, was a little over thirty, but her cute, doll-like face could be given about twenty years. She very much matched her nickname. She was no taller than 160 centimeters, with loose, light hair, large, expressive blue eyes, a small, neat nose, lips shaped like a bow. In short, she was the sweetest-looking person, someone you wanted to hug and squeeze like a beautiful toy. But her cunning and treachery knew no bounds, though Andrey would only learn that later.
Cartoon had an athletic figure. She was wearing warm leggings and a short sheepskin jacket. On her beautiful, slender legs, the lateral muscles of her thighs and calves were clearly and very attractively defined, a very prominent and toned ass that was impossible to look away from, a slightly protruding pubic mound with taut, small folds in her most intimate place.
"You're the khuirochka yourself, I'm just Irka," Cartoon unexpectedly spoke in a rapid-fire manner. "I'm Cartoon and a sweetheart, look sharp, boy." She showed two fingers in a "rock on" gesture towards her eyes and then at him. "My Vagina Klitorovna is going to fuck your gob for an hour now." She made a fucking gesture, like skiers pushing off with both hands simultaneously, while sharply thrusting her pelvis towards Andrey.
Andrey even smiled at her, because she was so sweetly and smoothly trying to come up with something on the fly, and it turned out quite funny.
"Tonight, you'll be strumming my balalaika until dawn, Andreyka," the little bitch came right up to Andrey. Smiling with her beautiful teeth, Cartoon looked up from below with her mischievous eyes into Andrey's eyes, whose teeth were chattering.
"Yeah, right," Dark laughed out loud. "Our Cartoon has a rabid womb! So you'll be a poor thing with her! A fucking tigress."
Cartoon had also done time in prison for drugs and, as they say, didn't snitch on anyone or drag anyone down with her, which earned her a fucking awesome reputation in certain circles.
"Can I warm up?" Andrey asked both Dark and Cartoon, hoping to hurry into the steam room and warm his bones.
It seemed to him that Cartoon was very sweet and kind, playful and even funny. He liked her.
"Strip off your rags onto the boards, Larvae... over there," she pointed with her wonderful index finger with beautiful nail polish into the corner. "In that cocksucking corner of yours... and strip down to the skin, bitch," she tried to seem tough and speak prison slang. "And hustle your ass to the steam room!" she said, pointing him towards the steam room.
Even though she tried to be mean, her facial expressions were still sweet, and Andrey even laughed at her internally and was charmed.
"Trying so hard, it's funny," he silently noted, and with a good and excellent mood, putting the bags on the table, he dashed into the changing room, quickly stripped off all his clothes in that very corner where the sweet convict had pointed, and then ran into the steam room, noticing out of the corner of his eye Zima and Yolka entering the bathhouse. Then, lowering his head guiltily, he passed between Cartoon and Dark into the coveted place called the steam room, receiving a light kick from one of them in the process.
"Don't be sad, cabbage, we'll fuck you and let you go," Andrey heard Cartoon's cheerful, also very sweet voice after the kick in the ass.
Andrey, sitting on the bench in the steam room, could hear these four chicks talking and discussing something cheerfully and loudly, but clearly not about him. Something was clattering, something was being moved and rearranged. When he was completely warmed up, he came out and doused himself with cool water. Then he left the washroom and discovered the table was gone from the room. As it turned out later, they had moved the table into the room with the bed, where they were now sitting with the door open.
"What are you dawdling for?" Zima shouted at him. "Get over here pronto."
They, having removed their outer clothing, were sitting at the table, some on chairs, some in armchairs, and only Andrey was left without a seat. He put on his underwear and entered their room, standing by the door, not knowing what to do next, remembering that with these tough people, as a "dropped" person, he couldn't sit at the same table. Only the bed remained.
"Hey, Pussycat,"—that's what whores of both sexes were called in prisons and the criminal world—"didn't I tell you to strip off your stuff and be naked!? Am I stupid or is the horse not moving!?" Cartoon fucked with him in her childish voice.
Andrey immediately took off his underwear and threw them back into his cocksucking corner.
"Good boy," Dark praised him when he was completely naked and guiltily covering his junk with his hands.
They sat and chattered joyfully, pouring vodka into shot glasses, drinking and snacking.
"And who told you, Larvae, that you can stand on your legs today?" the brazen Cartoon, now with a nasty, squeaky voice, fucked with him again. "On your knees and suck until my nipples stand up," she said again in a rapid-fire manner, and everyone laughed like horses.
Now Andrey, already on his knees, felt like he was truly in a female criminal den, where they sit at a table near a large bed, eating and drinking, and he, a real dropped cocksucker or as they called him, Larvae, is on his knees in the corner waiting for something.
"Crawl here," Cartoon wouldn't leave him alone and beckoned with her finger.
Andrey, not daring to stand up, got on all fours and crawled naked to her feet.
"You've nestled in, so don't whine, or I'll fuck you with my foot," she patted him on the head, and everyone laughed again at her teasing.
Andrey simply remained silent and didn't dare look any of them in the eye. He wouldn't have minded eating and drinking, but no one offered him anything, and he didn't dare ask, remembering Yolka's instruction.
"Larvae, dear, bring me my purse," Cartoon said to him, pointing to a lady's purse in the changing room, and he, also on all fours, crawled away from the table, unconsciously wiggling his ass.
"And his whistle isn't half bad," said the nasty Cartoon, licking her fingers from the salty red fish, not speaking rapidly for the first time, as she looked at his asshole.
"Yeah," Dark also looked at him. "A decent saddle on the filly... will you be the trailblazer?" she asked Cartoon.
"Is he still a virgin, then?" Cartoon asked her girlfriends.
"Well, I haven't unpacked him yet," said Zima. "He only licked my pussy in the far corner (the 'far corner' in prison slang refers to the toilet)."
"I don't have that info," Yolka shook her head. "Only what I showed you, and he cunnilingused the girls here in a circle."
Andrey understood that Lyubov Sergeevna meant the video she showed, where he was on his knees begging for cunnilingus from Zhaba.
"Hey, Larvae," Zima addressed Andrey, who was crawling back on his knees carrying Cartoon's purse. "Have they ridden into your furnace?"
"What?" Andrey asked her, not understanding.
"I'm saying—have they played train with you?"
"Have they coupled with you?" Cartoon took her purse from his hands.
"Sorry, I don't understand," Andrey replied, dismissing his own lewd guesses about what he was already thinking.
"Is your ace virgin?" Cartoon asked again, getting a little angry, Andrey, who was looking at them with dumb eyes.
"Have you been fucked in the ass?" Yolka finally couldn't hold back.
"No," Andrey answered sharply.
"Only diving under skirts!?" asked Cartoon, taking out of her purse a rubber bulb used to give small children enemas. "And not even a finger?"
"No need... I don't want that..." Andrey was surprised, his eyes bulging at her.
He had heard more than once that some chicks have a fetish for sticking a finger in a man's anus.
"Don't be scared, Larvae," Cartoon extended the bulb to him. "We'll move the train with a purely female crew!"
"What is this?" Andrey asked her, not understanding.
"Bring a basin of water and soap," Cartoon commanded without answering his question. "And get moving on your own two feet... you crawl too long, Pussycat, and you're shining your whistle, I'm all fucked up with desire"—so, translated from prison slang, Cartoon said she was aroused.
Andrey obediently stood up and, going to the washroom, brought a basin with water and soap. All sorts of bad thoughts about his asshole were creeping into his head, but he didn't argue with her and silently did everything she ordered.
"Well, so what if she pokes a finger in his clean asshole," Andrey mentally reassured himself.
She soaped the water a little, then filled the enema with water and looked joyfully at Andrey, who was on his knees watching the whole procedure.
"Come on, onto the bed, Larvae," said Cartoon and walked over to the bed herself.
"Fuck, you're a half-baked cunt," Yolka swore, displeased. "Are you going to pump him up here?"
"Where else?" Cartoon was indignant. "Turn away! Who's going to shit on the far corner... not here... here I'll just pump up the doll..."
No one objected to Cartoon, and only Yolka went to the changing room, where, stripping off her clothes, she went to steam, followed literally a couple of minutes later by Zima and Dark.
"Lie on your side, Larvae," Cartoon said to him tenderly, like a nurse, holding the enema.
Andrey silently lay down, and she pumped about five such enemas into him. Inside, the soap was burning, but he endured, persuading her that it was enough and he couldn't take any more.
"All done! Get the fuck out, Frenchy," Cartoon released Andrey to the toilet.
"Frenchmen" in prisons and the criminal world referred specifically to those men who willingly licked pussy and loved doing it. Andrey liked that nickname the most, but he didn't ask to be called that and silently went to the toilet, where he emptied himself three times, periodically coming out completely naked to smoke on the porch.
Then, about fifteen minutes later, when everything in his colon had calmed down, he went into the washroom and washed up. After washing, Andrey returned to the room, where the entire female mafia was again sitting at the table. All the girls, even Cartoon, were already wet and naked, with white sheets draped over them.
"Well, how about it, Larvae," Dark turned to him and, spreading her legs wide under the table, pointed with her index finger for him to dive under the table to her. "Play a little with your lips and tongue on my guitar"—that's what she called her pussy—"so I piss perfume and boiling water from the happiness of freedom and debauchery."