Doll for Major

Chapter 1

I was not thrilled with the idea of ​​a colleague, to find a car in the application, in order to get from Moscow to Voronezh. But still agreed it was cheaper and faster. Katya helped me choose a car, she said the most important thing is to pay attention to good reviews. Driver Maxim, the reviews are all good. I sent an application. He confirmed. - Zhenya, look how cute he is! - shouted a colleague, enlarging the photo of the driver.

`` Oh, I'm not looking for a groom for Katya, I need to go home, but quickly, '' I brushed aside.

- One is not a hindrance to the other. - the girl laughed loudly. I sighed heavily.

Saying goodbye, I went home to collect things. I did not leave for long, only for three days for my mother's birthday. So it makes no sense to take a lot of clothes. There was not much time left, in an hour you need to be already in place.

As much as I was in a hurry, but still a little late, the minibus was crawling like a turtle. Briskly walking to the designated place. I hope the driver waited for me. When she saw the black Chevrolet Cruze breathed a sigh of relief.

The young man lowered the darkened glass. All the windows were tightly tinted, I could not make out the other passengers. As far as Katya informed me, the driver usually takes several fellow travelers.

"Zhenya?" The driver turned to me. He's a pretty cute guy indeed.

- Yes. Hello. - I answered, not daring to get into the car.

- Hello. I'm Max. Sit down. - I did not see his eyes under sunglasses, but there was a feeling that Maxim was devouring me with a look.

Imagine my surprise when I opened the door and found an empty car, not counting the driver. Maybe I'm not the only one late. But as soon as I sat down, the car took off. I immediately tensed.

- And that no one else is going with you? - I decided to find out all the same.

- No, others canceled the request. - Maxim answered, and I noticed his grin in the rear-view mirror. Something is wrong? Or am I just winding myself up? Somehow I am not calm. Maybe ask to stop the car, say that I changed my mind. No, then I definitely won't make it home in time. Calm down Zhenya! The reviews were good,

nothing to worry about.

"What are you afraid of?" Maxim said in a hoarse voice, stunning me.

"Excuse me?" I didn't understand the essence of the question.

- Well, you're kind of tense. Afraid to go alone? "I noticed his smile again. It seems to me we did not switch to you!

- No, you are mistaken. - I answered, focusing on you. I don't know why, but this guy didn't like him. It's already dark in the car, and he put on his sunglasses still. Look how cool I am.

- That's great. You will be happy with the trip, - said the guy confidently. Hope so! He looked no more than twenty-five. Dark blond hair. Dark skin. If you can determine the physique by what I can contemplate behind the driver's seat, then it seems to be broad-shouldered and not thin.

- If you want to drink, there are bottles with water in the seat pocket, - Maxim kindly suggested, and made the music louder.

As provided, I did not bother to take water with me.

When Max saw her approach the car, his blood boiled with anticipation. Not bad. Even a chick is good. What he needs. What he wanted for a long time. Recently, I have come across one middle peasant. And this is not a fig did not add a buzz.

As soon as he noticed the alarm in her eyes, he immediately got up. She nervously bit her lower lip. And Max wanted to fuck her right now. Only now he will not get the desired pleasure from this. It's like having a chick and not cumming. When it seems that you are about to splash, but not shit. For a long time he has become not enough just sex. Max was no longer interrupted by their groans. Now he was thrilled with their fear and cry of pain. He was wildly excited about how women break, sag under him. And not for money as it was before, but fearing for their lives. They beg to fuck, to do whatever he wants with them, but just not to kill. He did everything he wanted. Max remembered the last one sucking, scratching his cock with chapped lips. She choked, and still shoved her to the very throat, so as not to anger the owner. He did not remember their faces, although he remembered each of them. The fear of every girl is imprinted in his memory.

Max did not consider himself sick, perhaps a little pervert. But it normal. Everyone has their own fetish. When you can buy anything, in the end you stop enjoying what you have and what you can have. And even when you see a fucking chick, and you seem to want her, so it creaks in the balls. You get it, but there are zero emotions, the same as jerking off. He also finished, but there is no particular high. It's too simple, too boring. Not enough adrenaline, drive. But Max found something that made him rush, cooler than drugs.

He, of course, has not come to the point of killing annoying girls yet. Feel sorry for them? Yes nifiga, Max did not even consider them as people, so unworthy of a niche class. Which can only be used for your own purposes. Sellable creatures. As soon as they shove the dough, these bitches immediately forgot that he had bullied them for several weeks. He was disgusted to the point of nausea. Every time the same thing, at first proud, impudent, they threaten him, and then they break like matches in their hands, I begin to beg, and then Max gets bored. Of course he could have just thrown them out into the street without giving a dime. What could they do to him? To write an application? Max chuckled. He didn't care about that. He couldn't let the information leak, just because he hadn't played enough yet. And I didn't want the vengeful women to scare away the next batch of dolls.

Max watched Zhenya drink water from his bottle with a horse dose of sleeping pills, then closed his eyes and went limp in the seat. Another fish got hooked. And he was already beating with impatience. Like this girl with a twinkle. He had high hopes for her. The latter broke down too quickly and became submissive, from which Max immediately lost interest. He wanted a brain explosion, screaming, hysterics, snot. I wanted to be rebuffed, it excited the blood so much, and the guy was enjoying himself without even touching them.

Max looked at the girl sleeping in the back seat of his car again. Although this car was now second-rate, like all these bitches, he bought it purely for cover. At the dacha, his beloved, more than once beaten Ferrari, was waiting for him. He looked at the plump lips of his new toy, beautiful you can not argue. The game promised to be interesting. If only she did not disappoint him like the others.