It was already a quarter past eight; she should have been here a good half hour ago. What on earth could have happened? Finally, however, Waldek heard the agreed-upon knock on the door: 4 short, 2 long. Oh, it was her! Finally! Waldek, shaken by his happiness, instantly ran to the door, opened it, and wrapped his arms around Laura, who was standing behind it.
"I thought you wouldn't come. I was so afraid. My love."
They gave in to endless kisses. Retaining the last of her common sense, Laura stretched her leg back and slammed the door shut. Then, without taking her lips off Waldek's, she began to quickly remove her clothes. By the time they were on the bed, she was already naked. She was kneeling over the prone Waldek now, showing him all her charms, and he froze, unable to tear his gaze away from that flat stomach that was swelling into the massive mounds of her breasts.
"Laura, why so late?" he whispered.
"Oh, you know what my husband is like."
"That old faggot?!" Waldek stopped whispering; the memory of her husband had clearly unsettled him. "Don't you understand that if you're late, we have little time for ourselves. Don't you fucking understand that Anetka will be here in half an hour? Don't you fucking understand, or are you doing this on purpose?"
"Walduś, I have my own life too." "
I shit on your life, it only matters when it happens together with mine, do you understand? And now we have to hurry again!"
And he threw her onto her back. He rose to his knees, nervously unzipped his fly, and pulled out his swollen penis. He entered her with terrible force and almost immediately exploded. Before Laura could even feel anything, he was already lying dead on his back beside her.
"Go!"
"Waldek, I'm sorry, I promise I'll never be late again.
" "Okay, okay, but you really have to go."
Laura stood up, dressed hurriedly, and left without a word, gently closing the door behind her.
Waldek lay there, breathing heavily, and whispering to himself: wonderful... wonderful...
Karol sat on a park bench. He couldn't read the newspaper he'd brought with him, because darkness had already fallen, and he was slowly preparing everyone for the coming dark night. But that didn't matter, Karol hadn't come here to read some stupid newspapers anyway; Karol was here to have fun. Yes, Karol would have fun tonight, take his five minutes of pleasure that this cursed life owed him. Yes, this cursed life…
Karol sat on his bench and watched people pass by, and the darker it got, the less traffic there was. People were afraid to walk through the park after dark. Karol wasn't afraid; he waited for the darkness, desired the darkness. The darkness would shield him from prying eyes that wanted to rob him of his pleasures.
Karol sat on a bench and watched the people. He waited for the right one to pass by: she had to be brunette, wearing high heels, a black suit, and carrying a red handbag. Oh yes, she would be perfect. But so far, no one had appeared, and Karol was beginning to fear he would have to go home empty-handed, bringing back his unsatisfied desires. Oh no, he didn't even want to think about it; he so rarely indulged in pleasures that he always had to succeed. And he wasn't wrong, because from the darkness emerged a figure exactly as he had imagined. She walked calmly, betraying no signs of fear or anxiety. She felt confident, and Karol sat and watched her, and when she began to disappear into the darkness again, he stood and followed her briskly. He came up behind her completely silently, so his hand clamping over her mouth and his whisper in her ear, "Don't scream, you stupid bitch," came as quite a surprise to Laura, and she didn't really have time to react at all. And then there was no time for any reaction either; she simply landed on the ground under a tree, only to have the rapist inside her a moment later.
Karol pounded and pounded, unable to calm down, unable to stop, and only when Laura stopped moving did he give up on further penetration. Besides, he was exhausted, too:
"See, bitch, it wasn't that bad."
He got up, cleaned himself up, and went for a walk. He strolled through the park's paths in the dark, his hands behind his back, his eyes gazing happily at the stars. Ahhh, sometimes you just want to live, God bless you.
Laura was preparing dinner when she heard the sound of a door being unlocked. She stopped what she was doing to go and greet her husband. Roman had already taken off and hung up his jacket and was just taking off his other shoe when his wife entered the hall:
"Oh, hello, honey." "
Hello, hubby."
And they kissed as if they'd last seen each other only ten years ago. However, they had to break off their passionate kiss because the children ran into the hallway.
"Daddy, daddy!"
"Zuza, Marek!"
And the little ones threw themselves around his neck so tightly that he could barely breathe. Laura had to come to his rescue.
"Okay, okay! Now everyone get ready, because I'm serving dinner."
"Dinner, dinner!"
"And what shall we have today, honey?"
"Hmm, I think it's what you like best: pork knuckle with dumplings. But first, give me a kiss."
Mmnbhsdfhsummm..."
Roman finally washed his hands and sat down at the table where the children were already sitting.
"Well, honey, how was school today?"
"Marek got the stick, Marek got the stick!"
"Is that true, Mareczek?"
Mareczek wasn't happy anymore, he made a sad face that simultaneously expressed regret over the bad grade and, "I'll show you later," directed at Zuza.
"Then at least tell me what for?"
"He didn't know fractions, he didn't know fractions!" Zuza exclaimed again, delighted.
"Shut your mouth, you little shit!" Roman could no longer stand his daughter's insistence and slyness. "Let her speak for herself! Speak, you coward!"
Tears welled in Marek's eyes, and his father's screams made him withdraw even further, making it impossible to force a single word through his throat.
"You don't want to talk, do you!? Get out of the room! Both of you! I can't stand to look at your faces anymore! Get out of here!"
And the children disappeared into their room, crying, and Laura entered the living room.
"Romek, are you losing control again? Are they going to miss lunch for two days?
" "You see how naughty they are."
"But they're still children, maybe you could help them with their homework yourself instead of just demanding something."
"Oh, you should shut up and give them lunch too."
Laura didn't argue anymore, knowing Roman had ended the discussion and there was nothing she could do about it. So she returned to the kitchen and served her husband a generous portion of the dripping pork knuckle. No one said a word throughout the meal: there was no point, the situation was hopeless and too tense. Any word could spark a new conflict, so it was better to remain silent and wait for further developments, which were as follows: Roman finished eating, stretched in his chair, burped loudly, and, content, retired to the bedroom for a short nap, while Laura began tidying up and secretly feeding the children in their room. The rest of the day flew by as usual: the newspaper, a book, some television, a bit of music, then to the bathroom and to bed, because tomorrow, as usual, they had to get up early.
They were both already in bed together. Roman was still reading an interesting article in the latest Focus magazine, when Laura turned off the light on her side and turned to the wall, intending to fall asleep. Roman knew he had to hurry, so he put down the magazine and dove under the covers, turning to face his wife, who had a habit of sleeping naked. He gently began to stroke her body with his cool but gentle hands. Laura, however, gave clear signs of a complete lack of desire for any play. Roman knew this meant nothing more than a slightly longer period of persuasion, so, completely undaunted, he continually renewed his touch. Laura resisted, swatting his hands away, until finally a flame of desire ignited in her, which she quickly shared with her husband.
Later, as Roman drifted off to sleep, he wondered what he had done to deserve this happiness he now possessed.
Mrs. Agata Talicka, Laura's boss, sat in her comfortable armchair, smoking a Vogue, slowly exhaling the smoke and shaping it into various shapes with her lips, which were painted an incredibly tasteful red, so intense that it seemed strange that there were no traces of it in the smoke. She was delighted to see Laura, who had the privilege of entering her office without knocking. She offered her a raise; she was incredibly pleased with the results of her work.
"Hello, dear, please sit down.
" "Oh, thank you." Laura sat down in the armchair opposite, not feeling the slightest embarrassment. "I'm truly grateful for the raise, but there's just one problem..."
"Is this about one of your new clients?"
"The problem is with Roman. Marek and Zuza's parents have stopped lending us their children; they say they've noticed some disturbing changes in their mental health. Frankly, I don't blame them—Roman really isn't treating them well."
"You know perfectly well, Laura, that Roman pays a lot, so he has to have everything he could think of. Don't worry about the kids; of course, we have backup sources of supply."
"That's great, because without them, I'd probably be bored to death there."
"Laura, remember that you can't despise your clients—they'll sense it immediately. Okay, and how are Waldek and Karol?"
"Karol's unchanged, he still ejaculates before he even starts."
"And that's why he'll have to use our agency for the rest of his life."
"But Karol... hmm, he hired me for the first time... and I have to admit, he's an interesting guy..."
"Yeah, an interesting guy, but he had a terribly dull childhood."
"Well, yeah, they all had that."
"Okay, Laura, now I have a new client for you: he also pays a lot, but he demands a lot. He'll be lying on the bed, completely paralyzed. You'll have to take care of him: wash him all over, change his clothes, change his pants when he poops, and everything else that needs to be done." And remember: you have to keep expressing your admiration for his penis until, towards evening, you can't stand it anymore, you take it in your mouth, and then what am I going to tell you?
"Hmm, another one...
" "Yes, another one."
"What address?"
"9 Maja 6/56. You'll go there on Thursday at around 10 a.m.."
Laura got up, said goodbye to Mrs. Agata, and left the building. She wanted to do some shopping, maybe buy a new outfit or something, but she decided to head home and walk there. It was already getting dark, though, so she'd have to make a little detour to avoid walking through the park, but whatever, at least she'd have time to think about her new client, Kamil, and how lucky she'd be for him on Thursday.
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