Chapter 2 An orgy is planned in the hotel

Vladimir stood up from the table and walked toward the group of guys.

Great, thought Margo, now there's definitely going to be a fight. So much for a fun night... It was so much easier when we used to work with Vovka. He only brought us calm, polite clients-never any drama.

The expressions on the young men's faces quickly changed when Vladimir flashed some kind of badge from his pocket. They clearly weren't expecting that. Judging by their embarrassed looks, they were now offering their apologies.

"Don't worry," Vyascheslav said, as if reading Margo's thoughts. He scooted his chair closer to the table. "He'll sort them out in no time. Are you girls students?"

"Yes," both of them answered in unison, smiling at each other.

"How about we have dinner and continue our conversation at the hotel? Maybe spend a couple of hours there?" Vyascheslav suggested, his tone casual.

The girls stayed silent. For some reason, neither of them dared to agree, even though this was exactly why they had come here. The situation was saved by Vladimir's return.

"Those idiots won't bother us again," he said as he dropped back into his chair. "I didn't quite catch your names."

"I'm Margarita, but you can call me Margo," one of the girls said quietly, glancing at the empty plates in front of them.

"Tatyana," her friend said clearly.

"Nice to meet you. Beautiful names-suit you both," Vladimir said, not taking his eyes off their long, shapely legs. "My daughter's name is Tatyana too, though she's just a little girl."

The waitress brought out their order-a few plates of assorted delicacies.

"Would you like to order something too?" Vyascheslav asked, carefully wiping down the utensils with a fork.

They weren't in the mood to eat and politely declined.

"So, what about the hotel? Are we good to go?" Vyascheslav pressed on.

The girls fidgeted nervously. One was playing with the hem of her skirt, while the other kept fiddling with the clasp of her purse, which was perched on her lap.

"Well, silence means agreement. Will five hundred per hour work for you? Of course, each," Vladimir said casually as he chewed on the fried potatoes the waitress had brought.

"That works," Tatyana whispered, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.

"Great! I knew you were pros," Vyascheslav said with a wink.

The girls giggled. No one had ever called them that before, but somehow, it felt like a compliment. While the men polished off the contents of their plates, the girls shared a little about themselves. Margo explained that she was a third-year economics student living in a dorm. Tatyana mentioned that she was finishing up at a technical school this year and didn't plan to continue her studies-she dreamed of moving to Poland.

Once the meal was over, the men called for the bill.

"Get your coats and wait for us outside," Vladimir instructed as he paid. "We'll be with you in a minute."

The girls headed to the coat rack. The "students" watched them leave, but this time without any snide remarks. Apparently, Vladimir's chat had been effective. Once they were dressed, the girls stepped out into the chilly evening air.

The weather was cold but pleasant, a light breeze brushing their hair and refreshing them. Margo glanced at the hotel windows across the street from the restaurant, where they had picked up their clients. The city continued its busy rhythm: cars zoomed by, and passersby were engaged in animated conversations.

"Let's go," Vladimir said as he approached them. "So, you're not picky, right? Everything's in play?" He gave Margo a light slap on the butt.

They both nodded.

"And do you... please each other during the process?" Vyascheslav asked with a grin.

The girls nodded again.

"Perfect!" The men exchanged satisfied smiles.

They crossed the street together and entered the small, cozy hotel lobby. Aside from them, the only other person inside was the bored receptionist, who barely glanced at the incoming guests. Passing by the reception desk, they took the elevator to the fourth floor. A blue carpet lined the long hallway. Finally, they reached the right door, and Vyascheslav pulled a key from his pocket.

"Do you need to shower?" Vyascheslav asked, holding the door open.

Tatyana raised her hand like a schoolgirl, while Margo shook her head.

"Vovka, who do you want?" Vyascheslav asked his friend. "The shower's over there," he added, nodding towards the adjacent door.

Tatyana quickly slipped into the bathroom, while Margo kicked off her shoes and walked into the room, shedding her coat as she went. The room was modestly furnished. Noticing a small mirror on the wall, Margo paused to fix her hair before looking around further. The space was slightly larger than her dorm room, all done up in beige tones. There were a few nightstands, two beds, and a TV mounted on the wall. A black suitcase stood by one of the beds. The men were sitting and watching her.

"Here," Vladimir said, handing her a few bills. "No need to count it."

She took the money and slipped it into her purse. From the bathroom, she could hear the sound of running water. Margo debated whether she should start undressing or wait for her friend. Vyascheslav had already begun stripping off his clothes, and Vladimir didn't waste time either, unbuttoning his shirt. Margo decided it was time to join in. She pulled her dress over her head and looked around for a place to put it.

"Just throw it on the TV stand," Vladimir commanded, approaching her. "You've got quite the ass," he added, grabbing it without hesitation. "Do you work out?"

"A little," Margo mumbled as she carefully removed her tights.

"Well, I've acquired myself a little stress belly," Vladimir slapped his stomach and burst out laughing. "Now, go ahead and put your mouth to work for a change."

At the same time, he pulled off both his pants and underwear. His penis was thick and was only getting bigger with every second.

Margo walked over and knelt down. She licked her lips and a wave of excitement ran through her like an electric current.

Naked Vyacheslav came up. He slowly moved his hand over his penis and breathed heavily. Margo grabbed their trunks with both hands, threw her hair to one side and took Vladimir's penis in her mouth.

With her palm she caressed the head of Vyacheslav's penis. Vladimir experienced even more pleasure. She moved her tongue slowly, as if tracing circles.

The tubercles of veins were clearly palpable through the skin. The member was throbbing with excitement. Margo loved it, she immediately became wet in the crotch and all her insides wanted this sacrament not to end. Vladimir started moving his hips slowly at first, then with increasing insistence.

And a minute later his big balls began to hit Margo chin monotonously and quickly. She really wanted to put her hand in her panties and caress her excited clitoris. Too much drool accumulated in her mouth, and her hair prevented intense sucking.

The sound of running water stopped. Tanya stepped out of the shower.

"It's my turn now," the "skinny one" touched Margo shoulder.

She pulled away from his friend's penis and drool, like strings, followed her lips. She wiped her chin with her hand and deftly took Vyacheslav's penis into her mouth.

The wet hand slid with ease over the entire surface of the male flesh. The room was filled with the smell of sex and the sounds of blowjob. The member penetrated deeper and deeper, reaching Margo's very throat. Her ears were ringing a little, her eyes began to water, and her drool dripped onto the floor.

"Are you going to stand there much longer?" - Vladimir addressed Tanya. - "Come here and work like your friend. Can you do it as well as she does?"

Tanya didn't respond to him and knelt beside Margo. Her beautiful, wet body glistened in the light. The towel slowly slipped off her and fell to the floor. It was a stunning sight to behold, and both men couldn't take their eyes off the scene, captivated by its beauty.

She deftly wrapped her lips around the penis, and now both girls together caressed the men with their mouths. Margo could not resist and nevertheless penetrated her fingers into her panties and began to massage her swollen clitoris.

Vyacheslav was not shy in his movements, grabbed Margo by the hair, pulled her closer to him and actively began to penetrate her mouth with his penis. He did it as if he was hammering a nail into a wall. He did it strongly and sharply.

The head of Vyacheslav's penis kept slipping right into the girl's throat, thereby causing her nausea.

Margo was trembling all over, tiny shivers running through her body. Colorful spots flickered before her eyes, as if she were gazing into a rainbow kaleidoscope. She felt she was about to collapse and leaned against the man's leg for support.

Right beside her stood her friend, who, like her, was being fucked in the mouth in exactly the same way at that moment. The only sounds in the room were the heavy breathing of men and the sounds of blowjobs.

"Did you like it?" - Vyacheslav asked. - "Undress and get on the bed," he ordered. – he began to put on a condom.

(continued in the next chapter).