Coffee on you

In the evening after work, as usual, I stopped by the market. On my way out, I grabbed a cup of coffee and headed to my car, got in, and lit a cigarette. The weather wasn't great—fog and rain. The thought "just like in London" crossed my mind.

In the evening after work, as usual, I stopped by the market. On my way out, I grabbed a cup of coffee and headed to my car, got in, and lit a cigarette. The weather wasn't great—fog and rain. The thought "just like in London" crossed my mind.

Suddenly, the right door opens and a girl "flies" in. All wound up and excited to the limit.

 — "Sunshine," I don't work.

 — Please! Let's go, I'm begging you!!

 — Let me call a car from the station, it'll be here in about five minutes.

 — No!

That's too long! Let's go, money is not a "problem," I'll give you whatever you need! Just let's go!!

Looking at the girl, by her appearance she seemed "normal," dressed to the nines.

 — Not a "problem," but "Sunshine," plus coffee.

 — O*K, just hurry up!

 — Then let's go, address?

After giving the address, I started my "beauty," opened the window, and threw out the coffee. Automatically turned on the music and drove through the night city. Occasionally glancing at the girl, thoughts "ran through" my mind,

 — Someone's lucky!

Her face is cute like a "doll's." Even from her clothes, you can see her figure is "to die for," her bust probably easily fits a fourth size, and no belly. Basically, everyone dreams of someone like this. My thoughts were interrupted by Her question:

 — Can you turn on the heater?

Glancing at Her, I looked and thought she seemed dressed warmly enough?

 — Okay.

And I turned on the heater. About ten minutes later, the car was already "Tashkent" (i.e., very warm). Pleasant music was playing, and I decided to talk to Her since we were going to the other end of the city, about 20-25 minutes, and asked:

 — So what happened?

Looking at me with a gaze as if I were her last hope, she answered:

 — My friend has problems, and they need to be solved right now.

 — Specifically?

 — She went to a party with her boyfriend, and something happened there.

 — More details?

 — I don't know, she called all "wound up" and crying. She's begging me to get her out of there and quickly.

 — "Sunshine," judging by the address, it's a bathhouse, and by the "looks of it," they're not alone. Think about how you're going to rescue her.

 — Let's switch to "you" (informal)?

 — Sure, my name's Vovan. And you?

 — Dasha.

I smiled. Noticing my smile, She smiled back. Lighting a cigarette, I noticed She started unbuttoning her jacket. Unbuttoning it, a "magnificent" figure appeared before me; besides the jacket, she was wearing a top that barely covered Her "amazing" breasts. Next was a flat "board-like" belly and tight jeans with high "bootcuts." And suddenly She said:

 — I know what you're thinking.

Indeed, I had already imagined us having sex.

 — That's normal, because only someone not normal wouldn't think about me in such an "outfit," but that's just dreams.

 — Dreams come true.

 — And they don't.

She quickly replied. We had about 10-15 minutes left to drive. And She, looking at me, asked:

 — And if something happens, will you help?

 — Specifically?

 — Well... punch someone in the face?

That put me on guard.

 — Dasha, are you counting on me?

 — Yes!

And she takes 100 dollars out of her jeans, hands them to me.

 — This is for the ride and for help, do you agree?

 — You know, I'll help, but coffee is on you. Agreed?

 — Agreed!

I took the money.

 — We're approaching.

 — Stop, here.

I stopped the car about 300 meters from the bathhouse. Near the bathhouse, there were two more cars, one a "Kopeyka" (ZAZ-968), the other more serious, a "Beemer three-series."

 — Do you know these cars?

 — Yes, that one's her friend's.

Dasha pointed at the "Kopeyka."

 — And that one's his friends'.

Pointing at the "Beemer."

 — Can you get away from them?

 — We do it like this: You go and see what's happening in the bathhouse. And I'll take care of the cars. In five minutes, be back at the car, but don't go into the bathhouse. Understood?

Dasha looked at me, Her gaze like a little girl whose Dad gave an order and she obeyed. She ran to the bathhouse, and I took care of the cars. No problems with the "Kopeyka," I started with one like that myself, opened its door, pulled the hood release lever. Opening it, I removed the distributor cap and took out the "rotor," closed the hood and headed to the "BMW." Puncturing the left two tires, I headed to my car. Dashenka was already sitting in it, and her first question was:

 — Are you okay?

 — Fine, why are you so worried about me?

Blushing slightly, she lowered her eyes, I only just noticed Her green eyes, like a "cat's."

 — Just because...

 — What's with you?

 — There are about 6-7 of them in there, no less, but where Katya is I don't know, what are we going to do?

 — Question on "topic": there's an alley about 150 meters away, it's a through alley, I'll park the car there and we'll figure everything out there.

I started the car, turned off the music, quietly drove into the alley. Took a "gas gun" from the armrest, gave it to Dasha.

 — Do you know how to use it?

 — No.

 — That's bad, but it's fixable.

I took it off safety, gave it to Dasha.

 — Just aim at the target and pull the trigger. Understood?

 — Understood, but won't we suffocate ourselves?

 — Hopefully not.

We got out of the car and went to the bathhouse, just in case taking a golf club with me. We approached the doors and stood next to them, listening to the sounds inside. Dasha pressed against my back and held her breath. Suddenly the door opened and We heard the phrase:

 — Boar, give it to her in the mouth and go to the steam room, then we'll throw her on the "daisy" and fuck her all night.

The door closed; outside stood two guys, both about 17-18 years old, no older. Without questions, one got hit on the head, the other in the stomach, both lay on the ground. We went in and saw one guy holding a girl by the ears, fucking her mouth hard; another girl's body lay nearby, completely naked and covered in cum. A blow landed on the guy's crotch and his body fell to the floor, and from his face, you could see he was in pain. The next blow hit his stomach. Dasha approached the girl who had just been taken in the mouth and covered Her mouth, pressing her index finger to her own lips. Katya understood; it was clear she didn't expect to see Her, and They got up and went to the exit. Glancing at the other girl, I realized we had to take her from here too, otherwise these scumbags would take it out on Her. Lifting Her, I realized she had been pumped with vodka and chemicals, basically a "corpse." Carrying Her in my arms, I went to the exit. At the exit, I was in for a surprise: one of those I had knocked out at the entrance had come to. Seeing me with a girl in his arms, he was clearly stunned and decided to try his hand at fighting me; the first glancing blow hit my ear, in response he got a kick to his "treasure," my hands were occupied. Falling to the ground, he muttered something to himself. Arriving at the car, I saw Dasha and Katya sitting in the back seat, Dasha calming Her. I had to put Her in the front. I got in and started my "beauty," quickly gave it gas and sped away.

 — Dasha, give me the "gas gun."

Dashenka handed it over and, looking at me:

 — Let's go to my dacha, past the ring road, I'll show you further.

 — Okay.

Quietly and peacefully, we left the city and headed to Dasha's dacha, who was calming Katya the whole time. Meanwhile, from time to time, I enjoyed the view of the passenger sitting in the front seat: a cute face, short blonde hair, third-size breasts that swayed when the car hit a pothole, a flat but soft belly, a tattoo on the waist that starts on the back and reaches her shaved "pussy." Dasha showed the way, and in 45 minutes we were there. Dasha got out of the car, we stayed; after 5 minutes she came back

and said:

 — It's open, let's go into the house.

Dasha and Katya went into the house; I tried to wake the girl, but unsuccessfully, so I had to pick Her up again and carry her into the house. Entering the house on the first floor, I put Her on a double bed, covered Her with a blanket, and headed for the exit when Dasha's voice rang out:

 — Vova, where are you going?

 — To lock the car, why?

 — I thought you were leaving.

 — I could leave, but how will you get out tomorrow?

 — That's what I'm thinking. Only there's nothing to eat here, that's the problem. — Not a problem, there's food in the bag.

 — Bring it quickly, I'm waiting.

Locking the car with the bag, I went into the house; Dasha was already meeting me in all her beauty, in a top and jeans. I took out of the bag: bread, cheese, ham, a couple of packets of instant potatoes, a juice box, and a bottle of wine.

 — You're well-prepared.

Dasha said with surprise and looked at me playfully.

 — Sometimes. Is there a kettle?

 — Yes, I'll put it on now.

 — What happened there and what's the deal with the "body" I brought?

 — It was a "stag party," and Katya thought it would be just the two of them, but it turned out the opposite. I don't know more, and let's not talk about "that," agreed.

And with these words, She put plates on the table with potatoes, sliced ham, and separately with cheese.

 — Cool. Let's not talk about "that," but you didn't answer about the "body"?

 — I don't know myself, but seriously, thanks for saving Her. Let's eat. Can you drink wine?

 — I can, pour it.

 — Now, and you in general, as a "specialist," handled it quietly and unnoticed.

 — Stop praising me, let's eat.

After these words, Dasha poured the wine.

 — Vova, you lie down on the bed, it's all made up.

 — Together with the "beauty"?

 — You'll have to, and I'll go to Katya, see how she is.

I took off my clothes, lay in bed, next to the sleeping "beauty," closing my eyes, various thoughts about the "neighbor" started coming to mind, but then I heard someone lying down next to me, opening my eyes I saw Dasha completely naked.

 — Move over, please.

Dasha whispered.

 — Katya fell asleep, and I'm for you. After all, I still owe you coffee. Here's my coffee, just let's be quiet so we don't wake them. If I moan or scream loudly, cover my mouth.

And with these words, she dived under the blanket, after a second she surfaced and asked in surprise, whispering:__P_END