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Curse Of Jupiters Moons

Curse Of Jupiters Moons

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Although everyone was tired, there was a good atmosphere in the bar. The story about how dangerous it is and how to be careful in this place was immediately denied. It is clear to the locals that they live off of tourism, that is, from visitors to the Lost City of the Inca tribe. Although they are used to tourists from all over the world, this team from Croatia seemed exotic to them, but also endearing because, unlike Westerners, they did not seem reserved and unapproachable, especially the fact that they ordered rounds of drinks without asking how much it cost and before they had finished the previous one.

The locals were a mixture of natives and Spanish colonizers, and by their appearance, you could recognize whose genes prevailed. The small town of Cusco where they were located is almost 3,500 meters above sea level, which is more than double the altitude any of them have ever been to. A team of fifteen occupied three tables and recounted their admiration for the landmark they visited that day. Machu Picchu enchanted them all, and the rare air at that height combined with alcohol made them dizzy and relaxed more than ever before. Ivan, nicknamed Locksmith, was especially noticeable. He was normally withdrawn and self-effacing, and now, after a few drinks, he forced the locals to name the players of the national football team and soon taught them to sing their anthem.

Ivan is a locksmith according to his profession, and he got his nickname when he started working in a furniture factory after finishing school. On the first day when several recruits were hired, during the assignment, the foreman Marko, who is otherwise a big joker, said to him: -.".. you, Ivan, since you are a locksmith, go to the department of packing doorknobs and keyholes", and everyone burst out laughing. From that day on, everyone called him Ivan the Locksmith.

He was quite withdrawn. While boys of his age spent their free time in pubs, Ivan pursued his hobby - computers. Over time, he became a self-taught computer scientist and programmer, and the entire neighbourhood brought computers to Ivan for repair. Soon the whole city knew about Ivan the Locksmith, and he constantly spread his knowledge and became a top coding expert. After all those years, he didn't want to leave his job at the furniture factory, even though it would have paid him much more if he had opened a business and worked in IT and computer service, but Ivan was stubborn and didn't listen to anyone, not even his wife.

Seeing him so relaxed, Ernest, co-owner of the company and the organizer of this trip and team building, had to tell everyone about his meetings with Ivan, and about how he persuaded him to accept the job. Like everyone else, Ernest knew that Ivan the Locksmith existed, but he never met him. Only when he had already founded the company and was looking for a genius like Ivan, did he decide to visit him. Then he offered him a job with more than double the salary he had in the factory, and more flexible working hours, but Ivan flatly refused him.

Likewise, he refused the second time he called him on the phone a few months later. In the meantime, the company ERDAM, whose name is composed of the initial letters of the names of the two co-owners, Ernest and Damir, had made incredible progress and had become one of the leaders in the country when it comes to digital protection of property, alarms, video surveillance and data protection. The business was expanding and a person like Ivan with his knowledge would be the perfect choice for a new employee, so Ernest tried again.

He came to Ivan on purpose while Ivan was still at work, just to try to convince his wife Jasenka first. From the first offer, Jasenka was aware of what an opportunity it was, but she only told Ivan her opinion without any attempt to influence. However, she could not remain indifferent to the offer of double the salary the one originally offered, and then Ernest also listed various benefits such as a company car, flexible working hours, long vacations, paid wellness centres and spas... Jasenka promised to talk with Ivan and explained to him that he shouldn't tell him anything because he is such that no words will be able to change what is already in his head. It took three full weeks for Jasenka to persuade Ivan to call Ernest.

They negotiated for a long time, for days. Every day Ivan had a new question for Ernest and finally they sat down at the table and signed the contract. Although he hid it, Ivan was afraid of the new job. He had a lack of self-confidence, but the friendly environment in a company where human relations are in the first place, greatly helped Ivan acclimatize as soon as possible. The owners insisted that the employees socialize outside of working hours, so that they often went out for drinks after work, and weekend trips or team building were held every month. It's not that the company was very rich, but Ernest thought that such an approach was effective and that the workers were much more productive. And he was right. Although it would be difficult to explain the profitability of a trip to South America for 15 people, the cost of plane tickets alone would give you a headache.

Ivan wasn't the only one who got freaked out in the bar. The Maligans worked with the others as well, but Jelena was the only one holding the strings in her hands. Not only in the bar but in general in the company, Jelena was the one who took care of everything and organized everything. Although she was a secretary, she was much more than that. Many would get the wrong impression about her because of her appearance and looks, but also style of dressing. Many will say that she looked more like secretaries from porn movies than an exemplary and intelligent worker. However, only those who did not know her can have such an opinion. Jelena knew everything about work, and her dedication to work and tremendous organizational skills made her irreplaceable. It should be noted that as soon as she found out about this trip to Peru, she immediately enrolled in a quick Spanish course so that all communication took place through her.

She managed to arrange for her home country music to be played because almost half of the guests were employees of the Erdam company. Although none of them normally listened to local pop music, the fact that they were on the other side of the world and hearing local songs made them even more excited. Everyone started dancing and the locals joined them. A real party and general banter ensued. The local "distributors" got to work so that the smell of marijuana was in the air, and of course, there was also cocaine in all aggregate states, like some things that no one had ever heard of. It was as if the locals and the Balkans were trying to prove who was the stronger partiers. However, the home court eventually won because the guests slowly weakened and several of them headed for the hotel. Only Ivan was still at his feet, who was tirelessly drinking and dancing and was the last of the team.

The hotel where they were staying looked more like a mountain lodge even though it was in the city. Late in the afternoon, Ivan slept in his room. For the second time, they came to check if everything was alright with him. Ernest wet a towel and put it on his forehead. Soon Ivan started to wake up.

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"Buddy, are you okay?" - Ernest asked and Ivan looked at him blankly.

"Crazy night, huh?" - He didn't even answer Ernest's question.

He got up and sat down on the bed in slow motion. He seemed completely disoriented. He reached for the bottle of water that was on the table. Ernest passed it to him and Ivan drank it all the way.

"Uh, you're dehydrated," said Ernest.

Ivan: - "Fuck, I don't remember anything."

He stood up and stretched out his arms with a soft sigh of pleasure. "But I feel good," he added.

Ernest: -"Well, considering the circumstances, I can say that you look good. Your new image is completely fine."

Ivan did not understand in what image Ernest was talking about. He wanted to look in the mirror and headed for the bathroom.

"Ok. Go to freshen up yourself and come down. Gazpacho will bring you back from the dead."

Normally Ivan would have already remarked that Gazpacho is not a South American dish but Spanish, but this time he didn't feel like talking, he went into the bathroom, if that room can be called that, and Ernest and Alen left the room. Ivan was bald, quite bald. He only had hair on the sides and back. He was always clean-shaven. It can't be said that he was fat, but his stomach was visibly getting bigger. He was not the sporty type. He looked in the mirror and realized what kind of image change Ernest was talking about. The little hair he had on the sides and back was shaved, and his two-day-old beard gave him a boyish look. Since he still had amnesia, he assumed that he decided on a new style after arriving in Peru. The shower came in handy. He got dressed and went downstairs.

Some were already drinking beers at the bar, and when Ivan appeared, he felt as if they were looking at him with respect, especially since the girl behind the bar called him by his name as soon as she saw him. They offered him a beer, which of course he refused, and the girl immediately offered him a seat at the table and brought him a plate of soup. It wasn't gazpacho but just as disgusting tasting, but very effective. With slow movements and pensive Ivan put spoon by spoon in his mouth. He was trying to remember anything from the previous night. He remembered the people in the bar, singing and dancing, but it didn't go any further than that. He tried again. As soon as he went further than that, the picture became more blurred. The last thing he managed to remember was the woman he was drinking and dancing with. It was a short fat woman. By the shape of her face, it could be concluded that he belonged to the original native people. He thought that the woman might have been a prostitute, so he tried hard to remember something more, but the last thing he knew was the situation when he danced with that woman of short stature and abnormally large breasts.

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Not liking what he remembered, he came to the bar and told the guys he was going to get some more sleep to be ready for their last night here.

He lay down in bed and closed his eyes. That woman was constantly in front of his eyes. He was trying to remember as much as possible. Drinking, dancing and finally going out of that bar. He couldn't remember any further than that. He opened his eyes. Then he saw an ashtray full of cigarettes on the table. Ivan has never lit a cigarette in his life. He concluded that Ernest and the guys had lit cigarettes while waking him up. He closed his eyes again and fell into a semi-sleep. Now he was with that woman in the back seat who was kind of floating while he felt like he had stones in his stomach and could barely move. The whole time that woman kept smiling, but he felt comfortable and safe when he was with her. He opened his eyes again to conclude. He concluded that one of them probably drove him to the hotel and he sat with her in the back. That was a realistic conclusion.

He was trying to go even further. After that floating memory was gone and when he was again in the phase of partial sleep he was standing by the bed, that short fat woman was lying on the bed naked. She smiled and held those huge tits with her hands so they wouldn't fall to the side. He still felt like he was floating, but the weight in his stomach was restricting his movements. He leaned over her and put his head in her breasts while she caressed his head. His cock rose and she smiled. While he was lying like that on that short fat woman, his cock entered her and she started to smile even more. It was pleasant to fuck her, and then she told him: - "You have to fuck another pussy too."

He looked around but no one was there, it was not clear to him what other cunt she was referring to. Then he took the cock out of her and looked down. She had two pussies. The one he was fucking now was below. On top of it was a pronounced clitoris that belonged to both pussies, and the other one was above it, looking in the opposite direction from this one. Only their clitoris was in common. He pushed his cock into her, and when he looked up, he saw that it was no longer the same woman, but a blonde with a witch's face, black teeth and bloodshot eyes, who was laughing terribly. He immediately pulled the dick out of that cunt and put it in another, the witch disappeared and she became the same benevolent fat woman again. While he was fucking her, she said to him: "Be careful which one you fill."

To make sure that the second cunt was another woman, he again put it into the upper cunt, and the woman who looked like a witch laughed loudly. He didn't want to cum in her, but some force prevented him from taking the dick out of her pussy. She was laughing terribly and her pussy was sucking his cock harder and harder. He wanted to take it out, but he couldn't, and the moment of his climax was approaching. It was stronger than him. He began to cum, and every time the sperm squirted from the cock into the pussy, the woman gradually began to resemble herself. She was the good-natured fat woman again.

Ivan got up, covered in a cold sweat, sat on the bed and tried to rationally explain these things he remembered. He accepted the fact that he probably had sex with that woman and these other things would be explained by taking some drugs that were in that bar last night quite a lot.

Ivan needed a shower again. He turned on the water and stood in front of the mirror. He pulled in his stomach and took a shower. He liked the way he looked and thought he should go to the gym. He also looked down. The average-endowed man was satisfied with what he saw, but decided to cut his hair short at the first opportunity. He returned to the room. Connected to wi-fi and sent a message to his wife Jasenka. He was in no mood to talk. He got dressed and went downstairs. Everyone was already downstairs, and those who used the afternoon to see the city recounted their impressions. Ivan was interested in what the plan was for tonight. Although he would prefer to stay at the hotel, have a few drinks with his colleagues and spend the rest of the night analyzing what was left in his head from the previous night, he thought it would be good if they went back to the same bar to find out what happened.

As soon as he came downstairs, Jelena approached him: -"Hey, weren't you out in the afternoon? I heard that they brought you to the hotel at 5 in the morning, haha... the important thing is that you had a good time."

Ivan answered only briefly: - "I have no idea, I'm still trying to remember."

The agreement was to go have a drink at the same bar and then go to bed early because tomorrow is a long journey and return home.

They came to the bar and Ivan immediately went to talk to the waitresses and some people who remained in his memory from the previous night, but he did not get any information about the woman he was looking for. Everyone confirmed that he went out of the bar with her, but nobody saw her today. The only thing he found out was her name -- Esperanza.

A few drinks got them, but the evening did not turn into a binge like the previous one, and according to plan, everyone returned to the hotel by midnight. Probably everyone was asleep except for Ivan, who was playing scenes about fucking a woman with two pussies in his head, and with those thoughts, he spent the time on the plane until he returned home.

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