Life in handcuffs

Светлана Никифорова

Changeable if the essence ofВ man? Maybe Yes, maybe no. It decided toВ test our heroine. Sveta is at aВ crossroads, on the one hand her life was happy, but on the other appears the Lida.

Life in handcuffs

Светлана Никифорова

Editor Светлана Сергеевна Никифорова

© Светлана Никифорова, 2018

ISBNВ 978-5-4490-2041-3

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

Bar

It was in a noisy bar. Immediately after graduation. I was sitting at a table in her favorite blue dress which blends with my eyes. When he was not drunk, but not adequate. To my left sat a girl, but nothing booked. She was blond with a long face covered with sequins, with rounded shapes. We got to talking. Her name is Lida, she was in my last year at College, which I finished. In conversation by the end hangs a heavy pause, during which Lida turned and someone nodded at the tables. We were approached by a guy, the complete opposite of the girls, but they somehow suited each other. The girl asked: – Wanna have some fun?

“Yes,” to the amazement I heard your voice. – Come with me. – How far? – You’ll see. Lida, gracefully jumped down from his chair and went behind the counter to the bartender. About something had a quick conversation with him, alternately looking at us and held him in a secret door covered by a bar from prying eyes. I followed her. The door was low, but the corridor behind her was tall and lean was not necessary. The walls were well polished and consisted entirely of blocks, similar in color to the bricks, and maybe this is what they were?

The corridor was 10В meters inВ length, but dimly illuminated byВ flashing, as for the faulty wiring, red lamp, fortified somewhere inВ the middle ofВ the ceiling. On the opposite side was visible toВ another door similar toВ the one we just left, but with one difference – she was tall with human growth. ToВ her we moved. IВ ran toВ catch up with the others, who moved calmly toВ the door. At first IВ thought it would be some emergency exit or something like that, but when they started toВ open, IВ dropped the idea. Though the door and looked massive, but easily opened without aВ single creak or groan. Involuntarily came the analogy ofВ aВ door inВ the vaults ofВ the banks. There was already inches ofВ the door 30, and the lumen was not there, the music from the bar was just stunned. After about 70В centimeters the door seemed some kind ofВ black material. All three ofВ us eagerly pulled the door open, and she began toВ open aВ little faster. Here opened for another 20В centimeters and was visible toВ her inner padding. It was almost like inВ aВ mental hospital. This quilted and soft, as inВ chambers “singles”. Finally the door opened and IВ turned around, looked at the situation inВ the room IВ was pleasantly aching inВ the lower abdomen, but IВ couldn’t move and not toВ utter aВ sound. IВ guess today can be my dreams. It was evident that Lida this room is visible for the first time. From under my Breasts emerged her boyfriend and moved somewhere inside the room. The girl followed him, entering the room, she pulled me until IВ crossed the threshold, typed something on the keyboard and turned some handle. The door was closed, but much faster than it opens. Noise from the bar ceased toВ exist, had aВ feeling that it cut off the giant knife. Leda slipped off her white blouse and beige pants, there was nothing inВ it. She motioned toВ do the same. Limp obeying, IВ took off my blue dress. – Bra, panties. – rustled her voice. – fear not the door is closed permanently and nobody will be able toВ get, and Windows and cameras there. IВ removed. We walked along several rows ofВ devices and various devices. The purpose ofВ some was known toВ me, some not, and IВ have aВ sweet ache inВ the abdomen. Igor was the name ofВ the guy girls were already without clothes. It’s the first time, let’s not strongly – suggested Lida.В вЂ