Step by step. Knock behind a knock.
Steps on asphalt towards the entrance. Knocks of hairpins and heels shoes. She walked quickly in front, and he fled after her. The magnetic key of the intercom pressed to the control mark and the inscription “Welcome” appeared on the scoreboard. He barely managed to grab the door handle until she stuck tightly to the magnet.
He caught up with her when she went into the elevator booth and already pressed the floor button. Upper, twentieth. Pushed her to the back wall of the cabin. He buried his face in her chestnut curls.
-You broke my car, an idiot ..
She pushed him away, but he again got into her, biting her earl.
-And you quarreled me with my best friend.
He was played with her lips with her lobe and gold earrings, which was in her. Mumbled something ..
-Your mother, what kind of love for my ears?! You are like a dog! Dumb dog! Kysh!
This time pushed him persistently, even dropping a small black handbag on the floor, which is fun in her forearm.
-You know how much it cost?.. Yes nichrome you do not know … You’re used to get everything you want in one fell swoop! – He hit a plastic cabin plastic trim made under her face with his fist right near her face, forcing her to press his back even deeper. I looked straight in my eyes, gritting my lips.
-In my life was the only person who meant something for me … whom I knew from childhood and to whom I trusted. And you … set your personal sympathies above my interests … Sometimes it seems to me that you have completely ceased to be what you were before. Yourself.
And he persistently kissed her neck, leaving suction, biting his skin. He wanted her. The one that was recently his. And he felt that no matter what, she liked.
Freed up to a second, she raised her handbag, hearing a phone call coming from her. “Don’t Stop, Make It Pop …” was distributed from the speaker and was reflected from the walls of the booth heading up. I took out the phone … I looked at the screen.
“Boss calls”
He looked at the display.
-Well, answer, answer!
She touched the tip of the nail to the screen, sticking the answer button. She whispered almost inaudibly to him:
-Just shut up, beg you ..
He answered in the same way in a whisper:
-You want this. – and squatted in front of her ..
-Nikolai Pavlovich … Hello ..
… grabbed his legs, almost knocking her down ..
-…Today? Mm, all the forms of the accountant … I have not been brought yet ..
… with his hands he climbed under her strict black satin skirt, pulled off her panties, grabbing even more tightly by the hips.
-JERK! – she hissed down to him, feeling the familiar heat spreads over her stomach. -Yes, yes … this is only the next quarter … and then closer to the end …-she said in the phone.
Typically invading the tip of her tongue in her pussy, he stroked her slender legs.
-Mmm … no! No, no, this is not financial rental … mmm … let them accrue!
She squeezed her legs and with her free hand began to knock him on the head, struggling with excitement. He did not react, continuing to kiss her well -groomed shaved pubis.
-Ah … well … well yes… Glad you remembered … tomorrow? Well, of course, yes. As always … mmm ..
She no longer resisted, giving up the onslaught of his caress. He caressed her lips, stroked the buttocks ..
-… yes … uh -huh, be sure … until tomorrow, Nikolai Pavlovich.
Having barely managed to dig into the abolition key, she dropped an expensive sensory nokia from her hand, looking down with wet eyes.
He broke away from her pussy, giving a skirt to go down, as expected, but did not remove his hands from her ass.
-You are a bastard – she said somehow without hatred in her voice.
-I love you – he answered, hugging her legs.
-The bastard is something! – Her gaze into the ceiling.
-I will forgive you all … – And he kisses her knees. – Be with me … Be mine … well, be with me!
The elevator stopped, and the doors parted to the sides. At the entrance to the elevator froze a guy of about seventeen with a skate in his hand. He stood and looked in surprise, and without leaving to the side and without going into the elevator.
-I fought quickly from my eyes. – Calmly and persistently.
The kid stood all, staring blankly. She whispered to him: leave … go ..
-Crushing!-He barked, forcing the kid to run away to the stairs.
-You are an aggressive bastard! You don’t even know how to communicate with people!!-She pushed him away with her foot, forcing him to sit on the floor of the cabin, bent down to pick up her bag, at the same time pulling her panties, and left the elevator. I took out the keys, began to open the door of my apartment.
He straightened up, ran up to her, turned his face to him and dug his lips on her lips, holding one hand by the waist. She dug into his hand so that he would let go, and her lips still respond to kisses ..
-Nothing is over, however, Liz?
The key remained at the door, and he turned it clockwise with his left hand. The door opened, and he pushed it inside the apartment. Slammed the door behind him.
-You will not throw my things from the twentieth floor?
She backed away from him, and there was nowhere to hide her gaze. Her gaze watched how he threw off his jacket, pulled out a shirt from his trousers.
He put her palm on his tummy, pushed to the bed. She sank down on the bed, allowing him to hang on top. He kissed her neck like a couple of minutes ago in an elevator … slowly unfastened a silk blouse on a button. The bra unbridked, began to caress her breasts.
She looked down … no, it didn’t seem to her.
-You have a barrel now?.. Arthur…
He stopped kissing her neck, reached for the holster, took out Makarov.
-I bought just in case. You know, the sun, there is something to be afraid … like it?
She took a gun in her hand.
He began to kiss her breasts. More strongly pressed against her body … Closer … Closer ..
-You even hold it on the fuse? Just imagine one shot and ..
Loud cotton laid her ears. From the blow of the bullet, he flew out of bed back. He fell on his back, hitting his head on the edge of the coffee table.
-Your mother! Charged! He is charged!-She screamed that there was strength, but she practically did not hear her voice. Jumped on the bed, frantically biting her fingers. In a panic, I dropped a pistol on the floor.
-FOOL! FOOL! HOW ARE YOU?! HOW IS HE?!
Bent over him, covering her mouth with her palm, dripping with tears mixed with mascara on his white shirt. In the abdomen, blood was visible around the bullet that pierced the shirt. Killed him.
She sat at the other end of the room, smelling a blouse, hugging her knees. The cracked lips whispered words frantically, put them into the sentences, as if communicating with someone. She was trembling even the thought of looking to the left where he was lying. And where the trunk lay.
Shuffing her head frantically in different directions, she got up. I went to the open window. I got up on the windowsill.
He coughed, and grunts began to feel his stomach.
She did not hold on to anything. And nothing gave her balance.
He stumbled upon a rubber bullet that entered only a couple of millimeters into his skin and stuck in the press muscles, falling a finger in a small amount of blood that appeared around the bullet.
-STUPID! This is Pugach!!! – He shouted to her in a catch, although this could hardly be called a scream. With all his might, but practically never heard.
-LISA!-He grunted with some kind of hope. There was no hope when he heard her body landed on the path before the entrance.
Clutching his hand bruised, he in a bent state hopped away from the apartment. Down the stairs, leaning on the walls. Just like that, without shoes. All twenty floors. From the last forces.
He ran out of the entrance ..
I wanted to fall to her ..
But she was already different. Limbs spread in different directions, a broken head crawled out of the eye socket. A lump approached his throat, and he just sank down on the asphalt five meters he. It was not her … She was no longer … Blaging, like barking, like an old dog, he began to sob, dripping with tears, saliva on the asphalt in front of him, even even looking at her.
And there were people around ..
An elderly woman closed her eyes to her little granddaughter, who was already roaring in her hand to her grandmother. The couple in fifty stood nearby. The man apparently drew an ambulance number, and the woman repeated “a nightmare … what a nightmare …”.
“Donette Stop, Make it Pop …”
The guy of about seventeen on a skateboard frantically pulled a cell phone out of his pocket, which he found in the elevator, pressed the cancellation button and, starting his foot, hastened to roll away from the courtyard.
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