Messy love. Erick Poladov

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СКАЧАТЬ I left that hairdresser three months ago. Long story short, I haven’t had a woman since then. I… I wanted to ask if you could…

      – Oh… – Carla said, confused. She needed a long pause to collect her thoughts and answer something intelligible. – Listen, Mats. We’ve known each other for so long. Those whom I serve… I’m used to the fact that I am connected with them by banal sex for money. That’s how I perceive them. I mean, all my clients… I treat them with indifference. But you are not indifferent to me. I can’t go to bed with you. Or, let’s say, go on a date with you. You don’t deserve to connect your life with someone who has promiscuous sex. But if you need one night, I’ll talk to my friend. You’ll like her. True, now she is a little recovering from the meeting with the previous client, but tomorrow she will be fully armed.

      Her pitiful and somewhat ashamed gaze did not leave Mats’s extinct face for a long time. She soon added, tilting her head to the side and placing her hand on his right wrist:

      – Listen, don’t be offended. But I really can’t. I appreciate friends like you. Therefore, I don’t want to spoil a warm relationship with bed. And this is inevitable when you cross such a line.

      A visitor in a business suit with a briefcase in his hand entered the bar. He moved towards the bar counter with a very determined and cheerful gait. Having covered ten meters, he joyfully exclaimed:

      – Carla!

      The visitor turned out to be one of Carla’s regular clients. His name was Harry.

      Harry was above average height. He wore short brown curls and almost never wore anything other than business suits, white shirts, ties and highly polished shoes. Harry always had a clean-shaven face. He did not part with his briefcase, which showed him to be an office worker. True, during off-hours there was little left of the office subculture in Harry. He smoked like a locomotive, knew a lot about alcohol brands, was not shy about harsh expressions, adding color to his bright temperament, was a member of a closed orgy club and communicated with representatives of all social strata – from low-ranking politicians to heavy metal adherents.

      – Ah, Harry – Carla replied in surprise. – What wind brought you here at this time? What, do your workdays now start at noon?

      Harry sat down on the next chair and ordered a cup of tea and a chocolate croissant, after which he turned to Carla:

      – I asked the boss for time off. I visited a doctor.

      Harry opened the briefcase and began to rummage through the papers. He took out and handed Carla an A5 document with the words:

      – Here. As agreed.

      Carla had in her hands a certificate from the venereologist, which stated that Harry did not have any diseases.

      After reading the contents of the certificate, Carla said with a bit of sarcasm:

      – Congratulations, Harry. Now you will part with twice as much money as before.

      – But the sensations will be three times stronger. Enough. My barrel is not a firearm that needs put the safety every time.

      In response, Carla laughed.

      While waiting for his order, Harry asked, nervously rubbing the tip of his nose:

      – Listen, since it just so happened that we crossed paths here, maybe, well, you’ll take a fee for an hour?

      – Won’t your visit to the doctor take too long? The boss won’t suspect?

      – Fuck him. He fucks his secretary in the middle of the working day.

      Under the mask of a thoughtful face, Carla said:

      – Hmmm. Really. We are all living people. You can’t fight your instincts.

      – Oh, yes – Harry suddenly remembered. – My parents are visiting me now. If you don’t mind, we could go to your place?

      – No problem.

      Harry quickly finished his hot coffee, after which he and Carla headed towards the exit.

      Mats’s annoyed gaze followed their retreating figures.

      Carla rented an apartment on the second floor. The house was located a block from the metro station. There were tram tracks nearby. At night there was relative calm around. The walls in the corridors and staircases were hidden under an abundance of graffiti, advertisements and obscene inscriptions indicating the addressees.

      Carla and Harry stepped over the threshold. Taking off their outer clothes, they walked towards the bedroom. The apartment was noticeably clean. There was at least one flower pot in all rooms. In some places, high-quality fakes of world-famous paintings hung on the walls. In the living room, above the sofa, hung a copy of Claude Monet’s Beach in Pourville. In the bedroom was «The Pilot Jetty at Le Havre», the original author of which was Camille Pissarro. In painting, Carla preferred impressionism, admiring how realistic the objects in the paintings looked, despite the complex technique that the artists used. As for the interior of the apartment, for the sake of comfort, she adhered to minimalism; Moreover, minimalism was manifested both in design and in putting things in order – a minimum of dust on every square centimeter. Minimalism in her apartment was visible twenty-four hours a day. The wallpaper throughout was dark tones with gold, quartz and purple meander patterns. The bathroom was tiled with aquamarine tiles.

      – Nice apartment – said Harry, looking around him. – How much do you rent?

      – Five hundred.

      – Not bad at all. Did you furnish it yourself?

      – Yes.

      – Sorry for being annoying, but how? I mean, for example, I need a year’s salary to have these things in my apartment.

      – Let’s just say that I have seven clients who regularly bring a certificate from a venereologist.

      They approached the bed. Harry lowered the briefcase to the floor near the wall. Carla began to unbutton her blouse. Watching Carla’s voluminous and firm breasts become increasingly exposed in her black lace bra, Harry waited a moment before saying:

      – Wait.

      Carla froze with some bewilderment:

      – Something is wrong?

      – No. It’s just that I can do it in twenty minutes, and for the remaining forty we could talk about something? One question haunts me, but I keep forgetting to ask you.

      A little surprised by this request, Carla still agreed:

      – Yes. Of course.

      Shifting his attention from the breasts to the girl’s large brown pupils, Harry added:

      – Just let’s get this done BEFORE we get down to business.

      – Then maybe tea or coffee?

      – Coffee. Yes. Thank you – Harry continued to say СКАЧАТЬ