«Well, how your sex life? », asked Vitaly and winked vulgarly. I hate those stupid winks of him. They look especially disgusting on his pimply face. Pickup guru from an old meme, one to one. The same nasty shifty eyes and long greasy hair. But friends, like loved ones, are not chosen. So I took a sip of beer and replied that everything was fine. As usual for many years, we met every Friday in a small basement bar and skipped 2-3 mugs before going home. Usually the third in our company was Yegor, but he was on a business trip in the Far North for about a week. It’s a pity. He always knew how to turn our gatherings into something fun and enchanting. But meetings with only one Vitaly turned into such questions.

No wonder. Vitaly was a great lover and connoisseur of porn. And my Varvara is better known as PinkySwear. Webcam model with a very wide audience. She really gave up when she married me almost a year ago. And it is very difficult to recognize her without makeup and colorful bright wigs. Two different people. In real life, a brown-haired girl with large glasses, lowered eyes and a quiet gentle voice. And her depraved vivid image, a sex doll, entangled in garlands and fucking herself with a blue neon dildo glowing in the dark. Or a law enforcement officer in blue latex who sticks a baton inside her. Or an elf who floods the camera with a stream of squirt. Or a chanterelle with a red anal tail. Or ... shit, how many images she has. In general, it is quite difficult to recognize her in reality. But Vitaly could. No wonder he sits up all night jerking off to such videos. From a good job, he was flogged when he decided to see this in broad daylight. And I didn’t completely plug the headphones into the jack. And at that moment the director entered their office with a delegation of some foreign partners. In general, now Vitaly is a taxi driver and food delivery man. The way to decent places is forbidden to him. His whole life is now working, porn and Friday get-togethers with me, and questions about my wife. And what should I tell him then? Our life is the same as that of other young families. Well, except that sex can be a little more interesting. Now all of her costumes and toys serve only one viewer, to me. And that feeling is pretty good for self-esteem, you know. So yes, my sex life is in order, Vitaly. Not that yours. I ought to ask in response, how is your girlfriend, right hand. But I won’t. It’s hard for the guy. I just need to be stronger than this.

To change the subject of the conversation, I began to tell how I recently saw one of our mutual acquaintances ... But Vitaly did not want to change the topic.

«I’m just asking what ... for a reason. Then a new star appeared. Views are already over hundreds of thousands. »

«And what does it matter to me? »

«No, well, look! »

Fucking pervert. Does he think I came to the bar to watch a couple of porn videos with him? He completely dripped with a cap, along the way. But Vitaly had already pulled out his phone with a network of cracks on the screen and began to poke it under my nose. I wanted to push it away, but ... shit. On the screen, a girl was sitting with her legs spread out on an armchair. Small breasts, perfect heels, which she shamelessly put on public display, a small mole near her navel. In the same place as Varya’s. But on the face of the stranger was a leather mask, from where two pigtails were knocked out. How I loved it when she braided them for herself. I hit the table with my mug that the beer froth splattered onto the screen оn her heels like semen. «Well, what did I tell you? », asked Vitaly, grinning, «now she is Leather Heather. That sucks name. »

I wanted to punch him in the face to get that nasty grin off his face.

«And by the way... », Vitaly added, suddenly becoming serious, «this is a stream. »

Then it was like a fog. Evening street, thick cigarette smoke, taxi, speed surcharge. The driver was an elderly man wearing a mask and gloves. «You ... put on a mask ... otherwise it is ... a virus. »

I automatically took out my black respirator, put it on my face, and fell into the front seat.

«And please ... buckle up... »

I had no idea what I was doing and why. There was a single image in front of my eyes. She holds out the put aside little finger, as she did before in her videos, and gently whispers to me:

«Never again, my dear ... never again... »

«Well ... arrived ... Trotskaya Street 17 ... As ordered. »

Entrance, my door, I thrust the keys into the keyhole sharply and angrily, tore the door at myself. The hallway was dark, but a bluish light was pouring from our bedroom. Another moment and I see this damn Leather Heather in reality. She froze in horror, not taking out the dildo. She sat in front of the camera in almost the same position in which I saw her in the bar. Heels on display for hundreds of thousands of jerkers, skin covered with beads of sweat, nipples sticking out from arousal, a black dildo between his legs, and a mixture of fright and arousal in his eyes under a leather mask. One of her hand squeezes an artificial member; the other turned her palm towards me, as if in an attempt to defend herself. And this set aside little finger. The little deceitful little finger that I so want to break. Bitch! Scum! You promised!

A growl erupted from my chest. I am a calm person, but sometimes something ancient and bestial wakes up in me. This usually happens during a fight. Actually, that’s how we met her. I saved her from some gopniks and then escorted her around the house. It turned out that they were almost neighbors...