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In a huge window located in the wall of a luxurious building stretching along an elegant avenue, the silhouette of a woman dressed in tight clothes could be seen, looking outside. Her smooth movements, as if in slow motion, were hypnotizing for anyone who might be able to see her. Slow movements of her round, firm buttocks and her stretched upward hands made the silhouette seem like a sensual dancer. However, it was all just a part of the daily routine for Oksana, who was used to doing that for hours, in order to make the customers happy.
"Do you think you're sexy?! Huh? You're a whore! Do you hear me? A whore!" Valentin shouted angrily, already drunk, celebrating his promotion. "You are a piece of shit! You are a worthless, disgusting piece of shit!"
Oksana, however, couldn't understand the reason behind this behavior and can only think: "He is a rich bastard who pays me to please him. It doesn't matter what he says, he is paying." and she continues to dance slowly, trying to pretend that the words don't hurt her.
"Hey, do you think that your dance will make me happy? Huh?" he asks, and then laughs loudly. He was sitting in a chair, holding a bottle of expensive vodka in one hand, and his other hand was already busy playing with the zipper of his pants. "Come here, bitch," he added, and pointed at his pants.
Without saying a word, she obeyed, trying to smile as much as possible, as if everything was fine and normal, despite the fact that he was making her feel worse than ever. She went towards him, still smiling, but as she approached, he stood up and pushed her to the ground.
"Ugh! Fuck you and all women!" he shouted, and took another sip of vodka. His face was red, and he seemed like he was out of his mind. Then, he sat on the chair and took his penis out, pointing at the woman on the ground. "Come here, whore, you know what to do!"
Of course she knew and of course she did, she was a professional. But this situation was the worst she had experienced since working as a call girl for rich, successful and famous men.
