Beware of phone calls.
O tempora, o mores! We used to calmly open the door when the bell rang, not fearing strangers; only people from the housing office or the water utility would come. And we didn't even know a word like "maniac"! But now we sometimes fear phone calls — it turns out someone has listed you at the bank as an "accomplice" or "co-author" on a loan, and you'll have to pay it back, and for a complete stranger at that.
Or another one — a call, like, it's a dating service or "Phone Sex," you don't even get to listen to this nonsense for a couple of minutes before hello! — a bill for an astronomical sum. It feels like you called directly to Mars,
to the little green men from the Red Planet. Now a new insidious "trade" has emerged — telephone advertising! That's just beyond the pale! I was at Viktor's place when he got "hit" for a tidy sum, simply by listening to the melodic chatter of a beautiful voice, likely from a classy girl.Advertising is truly the engine of trade, and in all forms! This has become especially clear now, with the appearance of this insidious form of "sex" in the guise of advertising, where they "screw you over," and you only realize it when you get the bill from the phone company. It's no secret that advertising rules the world now. In the subway, on the street, on the bus, and even on condoms, this cunningly inventive advertising constantly urges us to spend money. Television and radio live off advertising.
Unbelievable! Viktor put the call on speakerphone after answering, so I also got to listen to this specimen of a phone opus. Well, of course, it started with — "My hair reaches my waist, my legs drive my male neighbors crazy, my breasts make the pupils of the neighboring school swallow their saliva":
— ...Hello, my name is Violetta! And yours? Oh, Viktor, Viktor — that means victor! Viktor is my favorite name because it rhymes with "Heinz Ketchup," the best ketchup in the world. Yes, I'll describe myself a little. My large breasts are as firm as the beautiful furniture from the "Charm of Furniture" store. My breasts are as high as the mountains of Switzerland, where the ski season is just opening. You can easily book a trip to this unforgettable, wonderful land of pure mountain air and passionate encounters by the fireplace at the travel agency "Trips Around the World."
My butt is just as round and just as smooth as the excellent Tefal-coated frying pans from the "World of Cookware" store. I'm wearing an excellent English jacket from the "World of Leather" store and wonderful boots from the store with the modest name "Just Shoes." But now I've taken off my clothes, I'm in lingerie from the "Snow Maiden" store, I begin to lovingly caress your excellent muscles, which will become such on "Kettler" exercise machines at the "Apollo" salon.
I sense the excellent scent of "Fahrenheit" cologne and the magnificent smell of "Nivea" from the "Everything for Men" store, keep in mind, these scents and precisely they — simply drive me crazy. From the smell of this cologne, I fall into your arms, I'm in lingerie from the "Trotter" brand. You boldly unclasp my bra, caress my breast, which smells of "Helen" perfume, you also boldly slip your hand into my panties and pull out a "Tampax" tampon from the "Intimacy" store and begin to beautifully caress my pussy.
My pussy is all ablaze from your caresses — I choose you. By the way, would your pussy choose "Whiskas" from the "My Purring Cat" store. From your caresses in my delicate panties made of natural Chinese silk, I get very aroused and you distinctly feel how my juices flow.
By the way, precisely the natural juices of our wonderful company "Chumak" — are a straight, arrow-like path to health. By the way, anyone can make themselves a fresh juice from berries and fruits by buying equipment at the "Fresh" supermarket. And now I've felt your wonderful cock, hard as the shares of the "Nadra" bank, the wealthiest and most reliable bank in Europe. I slowly get down on my knees and quickly unzip your magnificent jeans from the most famous brand "Levi Strauss" from the "World of Jeans" store.
I see you're wearing Gucci briefs — that's a sign of good male taste, like the taste of "Golden" cognac from the "Wines of Tavria" store. I tear off your beautiful briefs and take your beautiful cock into my mouth. Oh, how wonderful it is, how it smells of the magnificent "Marseille" soap from the "Paris" store. I experienced such pleasure when I first sucked a "Chupa Chups" caramel from the "Sweet World" store.
After your magnificent cock has sufficiently hardened and is all covered in lipstick from my lips of the "Essence" brand from the "World of Cosmetics" store, I lay you down on a crisp, snow-white sheet from the "World of Linens" store, which became so great thanks to the "Astor" brand bleach after washing in a miracle machine, a "Samsung" automatic washing machine from the eponymous brand store.
Putting a "Durex" condom from the "Everything for Men" store on you, I will gladly give myself to you in the cowgirl position. By the way, you can ride a real horse on the grass court of the "Polygon" company. But first you need to learn to ride a horse well, you can do that at the "Lily of the Valley" sports and recreation complex, to which the "Cosmos" taxi company will whisk you with a breeze. Oh, how long your wonderful cock stands, apparently it's being recharged by the world's most famous "Energizer" batteries, which you can always buy at the "Everything for Everyone" store.
Or maybe you just took a "Cialis" pill — the best remedy for improving potency, bought at the new "Intimacy" store on Victory Avenue. It's so symbolic — the victory of potency on Victory Avenue. But now my fifth orgasm and you also cum. Darling, I get off you and I'm in heaven now, like on the Seychelles islands, where a "Boeing-747" could soon take you, tickets right at the airport, no visa needed. They're waiting for you there right now! Yes, and I slowly take the world's best condom off you and just as slowly, the remnants of your wonderful sperm melt in my little mouth. It's just as thick, sweet, and nutritious as the "Premium" bio-kefir, which you can always buy at the "Zhiyinka" store. That's all from me, handsome!
Viktor laughed in response to the long beeps. True, later he wasn't laughing at all when he got the bill from "Telecom." Funny as it is, just recently he met this girl. She's not a beauty, but her captivating, melodic little voice... It's a miracle voice! It literally knocked Viktor off his feet and threw him into her hot embrace! By the way, as she once accidentally admitted to Viktor, naturally, after the second bottle of champagne — for every such call fully accepted by the client and the bill sent to the client, the girl gets from one hundred to one hundred and fifty dollars from these companies. So that's why she's dressed so luxuriously — her wonderful little voice feeds her!
Well, and Viktor "fed" her with his sperm. Interesting, I should ask her, did it seem to her the same as the "Premium" bio-kefir she advertises?