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Valentin entered his huge, modern, and luxurious office, smiling happily, as he was proud of his promotion and success. He had just returned from a meeting with his boss, and was excited about his future career and achievements. 'I deserve it, I am the best, I am a talented and brilliant young man, and soon, I will be one of the most influential people in this country!' he thought proudly, while looking at the picture of himself on his desktop. It was a photograph of him, taken recently during a photoshoot, showing him dressed in a very elegant and expensive suit, with his hands on his waist and a serious look on his face.
'Yeah, that's me, Mr. Successful, Mr. Money-maker, Mr. Powerful and Sexy,' he continued to think, and then laughed loudly, as he couldn't believe how lucky he was. After all, not many people could have such a good life, especially when they were so young and handsome. 'And soon, I will have more power, and wealth, and fame... All women will worship me, and I... I will be able to do whatever I want with any woman, not only with these cheap whores!' He imagined how he could treat with any women like trash, and felt his cock getting harder.
Then, suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his intercom.
"Mr. Valentin, sir, you have a letter, delivered by a courier, sir," the receptionist announced. "Should I open it, sir?"
"No, no, bring it here, now, I'm going to read it myself," he replied.
The receptionist opened the door and entered his office. In her hand was a small envelope, which she gave to him. "Here it is, sir, here's the letter," she said and after he took it from her, she left the room.
After the receptionist had left, Valentin carefully examined the envelope. 'Hmm, it's a letter, from whom? Maybe, from a secret admirer?' he thought, while holding the envelope in his hands, feeling curious and intrigued. Then, he tore it open and read its content.
Dear Mr. Valentin Smirnov,
Congratulations, you are now one of the most successful men in this city. And as a reward, we invite you to the exclusive VIP event, organized by us, and only for the richest, the most influential and the most powerful men in this town. The date and place of the event will be sent to you via email. Please, confirm your participation by replying to this letter and attaching the attached photograph of an ideal partner for you, who you wish to accompany you during the event.
Thank You for being our guest!
Sincerely,
The organizers.
Valentin smiled widely, as he couldn't believe that this was true. He couldn't imagine how this could be possible. 'Huh, ok, If you wanna play, whoever you are, then I will play. Yeah, why not?' he thought, and started to search for the perfect photo online.
After several minutes, Valentin found a photo of a beautiful, busty, blonde woman. 'Hmm, a gorgeous chick, I bet she is a professional escort or a model, and it’s unlikely they’ll be able to deliver her here, for me. So, yeah, this will be fun!' he printed the photo and then attached it to the letter before putting it back into the envelope, which he gave to the receptionist.
The rest of the day he spent in his office, looking through the window at the city below him and thinking about his future plans, especially about the upcoming VIP event. He was feeling confident and happy. But, after leaving his office and heading towards the car, he suddenly felt strange - his vision got blurry for a second while his head was spinning a little bit. 'Damn it, what the hell was that?' he thought, while shaking his head, after everything became normal. However, now he felt how something soft was touching his neck in time with head movements, and his body seemed to be tightly wrapped with something elastic, as if he was wearing a second skin. 'What the hell is...' all he had time to think was raising his hand to his head to grab a strand of blond hair and pull it down, feeling a sharp pain in his head.
"Argh, fuck, it's hurts!" he screamed loudly in new high pitched and feminine voice, while trying to stand straight on new high heels, which were very uncomfortable. "Fuck, what the hell is going on here?! Where the hell are my cloth... WHAT?!" he yelled, while noticing a reflection of a beautiful, blonde woman in the car window. She had big breasts, long hair, and was wearing a sexy tight white blouse with huge cleavage, which exposed her large breasts and blue miniskirt, which was barely covering her round butt. She looked shocked and scared and repeated everything that he was doing.
