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Meeting
The friends decided to celebrate Nastya's birthday at the cottage. The situation was complicated by the fact that Nastya's best friend Lisa was released from work at the last minute because of an urgent meeting with a foreign supplier. But in the end the matter was resolved in the most unexpected way: since the supplier's warehouse was not far from the villa of Anastasia's parents, it was decided to meet the supplier directly at the villa. At first, Lisa protested and even wanted to stay late at work and arrive late at the party, but first, the others would have to share a car, and second, her bosses thought the idea of meeting her best partner in an informal setting was even better than inviting him to an office that was still unfurnished after the recent move.
‘‘It will only take five minutes to sign papers and look at product samples,’’ the boss told her yesterday. He added, ’’You can do it!’’
In fact, Elizaveta had never met with suppliers in person. There was always either an interpreter or her direct supervisor, whose language skills were much broader than Lisa's. But she had gone it alone in the last few meetings, with her colleagues just helping her out, so deep down she knew she could handle it. And even if she couldn't, Nastya, who worked in a similar position in another organization and was always ready to help, was there for her.
But there was another problem – the right outfit. The party was being planned in an all-female company (not counting Lisa and Alina's husbands, who were supposed to leave by the evening to either play PS4 or poker and let the girls do their own thing), and the dress code was initially something festive and later changed to anything suitable for dancing. However, the rules of the company Lisa worked for required that foreign suppliers always be greeted on parade. Finally, after almost an hour of discussion, it was decided that Lisa, Nastya, and Alina, as another best friend, would wear dresses to the foreigners' meeting to present themselves properly to the suppliers, and then immediately change into home and comfortable clothes. After all, if the meeting lasts only a few minutes, a little inconvenience can be tolerated.
That's what they decided. Arriving at the cottage in a large group, everyone began to get ready for the party, and a few minutes before the supplier arrived, the girls changed and went downstairs, appearing before everyone in beautiful outfits. Alina wore a short black dress with bare shoulders, not perfect, but very figure-accentuating; Nastya was adorned with a light brown fabric dress that ended at the place of the thigh where the flesh-colored stockings began, showing slender legs; Lisa wore a lilac strapless dress that so erotically emphasized her juicy figure with firm breasts that it was almost impossible to look away from the girl.
‘‘Maybe we should all dress like this,’’ Irene, Lisa's husband's older sister, giggled. She hadn't changed yet and felt a little embarrassed in front of all the dressed-up beauties.
‘‘Well, wear what you're going to congratulate me in!’’ Anastasia winked at Irene and Sonya, Victor's other sister, who had just come down from the second floor. ’’And we'll take care of our foreigners in the meantime.
‘‘It's a deal!’’ Irene grabbed Sonya's hand and ran to get changed.
At that moment, loud music and the sound of a car pulling up in the courtyard could be heard.
‘‘Here they are!’’ Lisa exclaimed. ’’I'm a little worried!
‘‘It's okay, we're with you,’’ Alina encouraged her friend. Nastya nodded confidently and slapped Lisa's firm ass:
‘‘Tear them up, girl!’’
The foreign suppliers were dark-skinned men who had arrived in a bright yellow Humvee. There were five of them, and as soon as they got out of the car, it became clear that the girls had overdone it with the beautiful clothes. The men were simply dressed in T-shirts, sweatshirts and sweatpants. Looking at them, it was immediately clear that they had come to relax, not to do business. The girls froze awkwardly on the threshold as they watched five men get out of a huge SUV. The foreigners, or rather, as Lisa said, South Africans, were remarkably similar in facial features, differing only in height. They were all athletically built, broad-shouldered, and only one was seriously overweight.
‘‘Hallo, Elizabeth!’’ the man who represented the supplier for the company Elizabeth worked for raised his hand in greeting. His name was Lamar, and she had always seen him in a formal business suit. Now she appreciated the man's abstractly tattooed and pumped arms peeking out from under his tank top.
‘‘Hallo Lamar! Goed om jou te sien. Dit is my vriende Anastasia en Alina.’’ Lisa spoke fluent African. The girls could see the eyes of all five Africans turn to them, but they could not hear what the fat man standing closest to Lamar said to his friend.
‘‘Look at the whores!
‘‘Yes, what a bitches!’’ Lamar replied with a grin. But that's not what he said to Lisa.
‘‘Glad to meet such beauties! These are my business partners, as well as my friends Jared, Simon and Tyrell. The fat man's name is...
‘‘... my name is Prince!’’ the fat man interrupted Lamar, bowing his head in greeting.
‘‘Nice to meet you!’’ Lisa replied. Then she turned to Nastya, who understood most of the conversation, and Alina, who understood nothing and translated.
‘‘This is Lamar, my company's counterparty representative, and these are his colleagues and friends Jared, Simon, Tyrell and Prince.’’
‘‘Prince?’’ Nastya smiled. ‘‘Is that a name?’’
‘‘How should I know?’’ Lisa smiled disarmingly. Then the girl invited the men into the house, where she offered to sign the documents. Lamar's friends stayed at the car, and Nastya unexpectedly offered Alina to stay with them’’the girl obviously wanted to improve her knowledge of the language, in which she was not very strong. Alina did not like the prospect of staying with strange men, but Nastya took her by the hand and led her to the SUV. Alina felt that all four guys were literally undressing her with their eyes, and she adjusted her dress. Nastya, on the other hand, just seemed to enjoy the men's attention.
‘‘Do you speak English?’’ she asked the man closest to her, a chubby guy named Prince.
‘‘Of course I do! And in Russian, but so-so...’’ the African winked at the beauty. ‘‘Your name is Anastasia?’’
Nastia laughed.
‘‘Just Nastya, please,’’ she pretended to be embarrassed.
‘‘Of course, of course,’’ Prince repeated. ‘‘And you, Lina?’’
‘‘Alina,’’ the blonde corrected the African. ‘‘Prince is your real name?’’
Her English was nowhere near as good as her friends, and even Irene and Sonya spoke the international language more fluently than she did. But she could still form simple sentences.
‘‘Yeah!’’ the man replied proudly. ‘‘But it's also a nickname."
‘‘And it's also the size of a condom!’’ remarked one of the black men in Afrikaans. All the men laughed, even the Prince. Nastya either did not understand the meaning of the sentence or pretended not to.
While the girls talked to the Prince, his companions came closer, and now the beauties stood in the middle of a ring of tall, dark-skinned men. Alina felt uncomfortable, although Nastya definitely liked what was happening.
‘‘Where are you from?’’ Nastya continued the acquaintance.
The guys took turns naming different places, which didn't tell the girls anything. Then Prince explained in English that they were all cities of the Republic of South Africa.
‘‘Are you married?’’ one of the guys, called Simon, asked suddenly. His gaze was fixed on the ring finger of Aline's right hand. She nodded, which caused a strange stir among the men. Someone said, "Getroud slet" (married whore), but neither Alina nor Nastya knew the rough Afrikaans slang, so they didn't know how to react. Nevertheless, the blonde decided to ask her new acquaintances about the reason for such attention.
‘‘They were very upset,’’ Prince replied in poor but understandable Russian. ‘‘You are too beautiful.’’
Alina shifted a perplexed look from the big African to Nastya, but she just laughed:
‘‘He means they're sad that such a pretty girl is busy! Don't worry, guys, it's not a problem!’’
‘‘Hey!’’
‘‘What?!’’ Anastasia shrugged with an angelic flutter of her eyes. ‘‘That didn't stop you at the last party!’’