did you get home? – the bartender asked her.
– Fine and you?
– Okay, let’s go through the park, I fucked her there, – he decided to open up to her, and, rather, it was an attempt to present himself as a male after she had adjusted her panties in the kitchen yesterday, with her pants down.
– So how is it?
– She finished before I had time, she said she was frozen.
– Okay, so everything started out fine. And did you fuck her at home?
– Well, yes, only after some persuasion, she was in a bad mood yesterday.
– Bullshit, don't think about it, you won't understand us girls, because I often don't understand myself in the morning, what I did yesterday and why, I'm carried away by something, I do it, then, falling asleep, I think, why and for what reason, I don't know anymore. Well, enough chatter, it's time to work.
Chapter 2. The Pipe
– Vlad, which restaurant should we choose? Or does it not matter to you?
– Darling, maybe in the center, where the registry office is?
– Good idea. Will they give you cars at work at a discount for their own people?
– I think so, where would they go? I am the head of the motorcade now.
– You are such a good girl, I am so glad that I am marrying you. It is better to get a mortgage right away, under the program, they can cancel it later.
– Okay, dear.
– You are so sweet, you obey me in everything, but I allow you to not listen to me sometimes.
– For example?
– If I ask you that I don’t want sex anymore today, don’t believe me.
– Oh, my beauty, I will carry you in my arms, love you in my arms.
– Like in the bathroom at the party then?
– It wasn't me, I didn't fuck you then, my friend.
– Oh yeah, sorry, I forgot, I got it mixed up. I'm such a fool.
– Tomorrow we’ll go choose a dress and agree on the wedding day there and then.
– Registration and restaurant on the same day?
– Yes.
– How many guests will you have on your side, approximately?
– I think no more than twenty, I wish this evening would end sooner, I mean the wedding day, not because I don’t love you, it’s just that this is a group of people who don’t know each other very well, ideally they’ll get drunk, eat their fill and then disperse.
– Well, I myself don’t like big companies, I have to endure this day, then I will love you all my life, I will be so good and only for you
– I know, darling, come to me.
– You're so cool, but it's good to be with you.
– And I'm with you.
– Maybe today we'll go to the restaurant where I work, I want my friends to serve us, or rather, I want to show off to my husband
– And if you think it's normal, comfortable for you, let's go. I want to be with you every free minute, darling.
– Let's call a taxi for now, we can have sex.
– Do you think we’ll make it in time?
– No. At least let's start.
Vlad pounced on her like a beast, pressing her against the wall, which is why she didn't have time to say a single word, but only a few drawn-out interjections, from which he got so excited that he finished without having time to wait for her to flow. From the dryness in her vagina, his shaft rubbed harder, which is why he squirted quite quickly
– I didn't have time.
– Then, after the restaurant, the evening is just beginning.
– Thank you, you reassured me.
They were in the cafe literally twenty-three minutes later, as Vlad realized, looking at his watch, which he never parted with. And he often wondered how people lived without a watch.
– Good evening.
– Hi, how are you?
– Fine. What will you order?
– I don’t know, you go ahead, you know your menu better, – Vlad said, looking at Natalia and smiling at the waitress, who stood there like a stake driven into the ground, not moving, but after his smile she changed her tension to a free stand, which caused her butt to stick out twice as much as before.
– How does she do it? – he thought and began to examine her figure, comparing it with the figure of his bride. She was good in places, but overall she was inferior to Natasha.
Ten minutes later a large jug of tea was brought.
– Fruity.
– I love.
– I like it too, just without sugar. I'll be right there.
She went towards the bar to say hello to the bartender who had changed shifts, and after the shift schedules had changed, they stopped getting into the same shift now. Perhaps the owner of the establishment did this on purpose, or there simply weren't enough people.
But they started talking, and Vlad started feeling uncomfortable. When she came back, Natalya said that in half an hour she would have to go away and teach the new worker in the kitchen how to properly lay out the service and so on, because there were no people, and she knew almost nothing. She swore for a long time that why were they hiring such simpletons.
But she stayed to eat the first dish that was brought.
– Delicious, and how about you, darling?
– Cool, delicious, amazing. You have a great chef, yes, he is the main employee of our restaurant, everything depends on him, whether the client will come back or not, because if it is not tasty, the guests do not come back, this is bad in the long term, because the restaurant usually attracts the same people, mostly the same people come here, an expensive restaurant, so they also take photos for prestige. True, we probably won’t be able to come here all the time, because they give their employees a fifty percent discount per month once, even taking this into account, it will be expensive for us. Mortgage, food, clothes, we need to save. Let's see, maybe I will change to another job or get reinstated at the university, but it will be difficult for you to work alone.
– Darling, I can handle it.
– I know, but it will still be hard for you alone. Everything is expensive. Okay, I'll step away now and give the waitress a briefing, there will be people tonight, and she can ruin our restaurant's image for a short time, where and how to serve. Okay, darling?
– No problem, I'm waiting, I'll miss you.
Natalia went into the technical, production room.
– Didn't you get bored?
– I missed you. Is it okay? Did you sort it out?
– Yes. He catches on quickly, we did it in fifteen minutes.
– I wanted to order myself some whiskey, but the bartender disappeared somewhere.
– Perhaps he’s receiving the goods; yesterday they brought in boxes with a new batch, maybe he’s sorting them out.
Five minutes later the bartender appeared at the counter, and Vlad wanted to go get some alcohol.
– I won't.
– Then I won’t either, – Vlad said and sat back down.
– I think they’ll bring the second course now, – said Natalya, adjusting the waistband of her trousers and her blouse, which was slightly askew and didn’t sit right, which