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Oh my fucking God! What am I thinking?
It was definitely not a good idea to picture her promising curves underneath that appropriate and clean-cut business outfit when I was jerking off in the employee restroom earlier this morning…
I clear my throat and force myself to approach it analytically.Is mouth-to-mouth resuscitation indicated? Or rather a cardiac massage? But in doing so, I would have to place my hands pretty much exactly on the apple-sized bulge of her left breast. And would that be productive…? I dare to doubt it given Jolly Jumper in my pants, who is rising happily from his sleep. I scratch behind my ear. No way! What else could I do? One possibility would be to check her vital signs.
And I should do it professionally and neutrally as I learned in the first-aid course.
Come on!I’m about to feel for her pulse and check her breathing when she opens her eyes and lets her gaze waver over us, disoriented.
Finally, she stares at me. Questioning, searching, and finally accompanied by a redeeming smile.
Her expression, confused, to say the least, promptly knocks out my just-raised self-control.
I almost don’t catch that she’s trying to sit up. So, I push her back onto the seat of the sofa.Well, perhaps a little too roughly.
“Fucking hell!” roars a half-concerned, half-angry voice that I identify as my own, while it’s already shouting. “What was that, Celine? You dropped like a felled birch tree!”
A steep crease appears between Ms. Lechner’s nicely arched eyebrows. If I interpret them correctly, her lips have opened not for a gasp, but for a backtalk. But now they shut with a soft sound.
“Celine?” croaks Bella. Probably because she can’t throttle me, she chokes my fucking expensive top in her hands, with which she was fanning air a moment ago. “Since when are you on a first-name basis with Ms. Lechner?”
“…interesnym![9]“ Jelisaweta has thrown herself into live reporter pose, and although I am anything but proficient in Russian:
I understand this one word. Well, I also find it interesting that I addressed Ms. Lechner by her first name. But actually, it was inevitable. After all, we had sex with each other this morning. In a sense. Although it was a somewhat unilateral matter.
But I can’t let Bella, of all people, in on that.I shouldn’t!Especially not with Ms. Lechner listening!
Slowly the silence starts to become uncomfortable.
That is to say:Why is there silence?Stupidly, I’m still kneeling in front of the sofa. That’s why I squint out of the corner of my eye up to the position where Jelisaweta was acting as the roving reporter until a few moments ago.
She’s just returning from…I don’t know from where. In any case, she can’t have been in the kitchen. I am quite sure that we don’t have Vodka Gorbachev miniature bottles in our cupboards.She now offers us four of them, deftly clamped between her fingers.
“Wouldn’t water be more appropriate to blow the cobwebs away…?”
Given the determination with which the three ladies unscrew the blue caps and raise the flasks to their puckered lips, the decision is easy for me: don’t act like a grinch and play along instead.
I pretend to toss down the booze in one gulp. Then I let the suspiciously gurgling bottle disappear into the butt pocket of my jeans.
Tears shoot into Ms. Lechner’s—Celine’s—eyes. Coughing, she fans herself and makes groaning sounds that elicit giggles from the other two.
“Na zdorov’ye![10]“ Jelisaweta leans forward and toasts first Bella, then my counselor.
The latter’s blood pressure seems to have picked up from the alcohol. In the places where her makeup is smeared from my rescue operation, her cheeks glow pink. She seeks my gaze, blushing a little more as I resist her exploration. “Actually…” She looks down at her feet as if something highly revealing is going on there. Finally, she looks back up and straight into my eyes. “Actually, it’s kind of silly for us to be on the last name basis. I mean… we’re about the same age. Aren’t we?”
“As far as that estimation is concerned, you clearly have the advantage…” I smirk, feeling pride in myself for having thought of that. “My date of birth is in the papers I left you…”
She giggles then sits up straighter and reaches out to me with her right hand. “So, I’m Celine…”
I grasp her slender fingers, which, although very long for a woman, disappear into my hand. “And I’m Philipp. But you already know that, Ms. … uh… Celine.”Damnit! What’s wrong with me? I hardly know this awkward version of myself!I force an embarrassed laugh, which she happily joins in with, and I recall my rusty manners. “You’ve already gotten acquainted with my partner, Bella…”
The two shake hands, not without Bella giving me an investigative look beforehand.
“And this one here is Jelisaweta,” I introduce furthermore. “One of our regular clients.”
“You… can tell…” Celine slips out after letting Jelisaweta hug her. Flaming blush fills the holes in her makeup. “I mean, um, sorry, that… I…”
“Ne problema[11],” Jelisaweta replies. “On occasion, I’ll be happy to show you which tats I got from whom…” With a businesslike glance at her cell phone, she turns to Bella. “But right now, I’d like to have this one finished,Krasotka[12]…”
