A Slut's Diary (1)

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Foreword Hello everyone, my name is Lin Xiaohan.

I'm already a mother of a boy when I write this memoir.

I've had some really crazy experiences before, and I never imagined my life would be so crazy, let alone that I'd actually write it down.

Actually, it's good to write it down; it allows me to recall my past experiences. I'm

not as crazy now as I was then, but within a small circle, I'm still a slut. My best friends are always ready to strip me naked and have their way with me. Over the years, we've developed a strong understanding; sometimes, just a glance from them is enough to make me willingly take off my clothes.

You can read this memoir like a novel, though I can't really say for sure whether it's a memoir or a novel.

Because while writing, I sometimes got aroused and made up some details, so the story isn't entirely true.

However, after reading it, my best friends said they were amazed that I came up with such creative ideas, and then, when conditions allowed, they would try them out. So, some details describe what happened at the time, but actually occurred after the story was written; it's impossible to tell which is true and which is false.

I haven't mentioned any place names in this article, and I've also omitted my school name and major. The timeframe is roughly eight or nine years, starting from the early 21st century.

Please don't speculate or try to deduce where these events occurred, nor should you try to deduce contradictions from details.

I was reminiscing about the past when I wrote this, the oldest events dating back over a decade. Although it was a group of close friends reminiscing together, it's inevitable that some details are unclear. If everything could be perfectly logical, it would truly be just fiction.

Reading this is meant to be entertaining; if you enjoy it, that's fine. But for me and my friends, while we enjoyed it, a different feeling lingered.

As a female author, what people are most concerned about is probably whether I'm beautiful.

Actually, there's no good standard for judging that.

There are many types of beauty, but no single type can be universally considered beautiful.

So I wouldn't dare say whether I qualify as beautiful.

However, since middle school, I've always had a constant stream of boys pursuing me—several each semester, some writing love letters, others confessing their feelings.

In both middle school and university, boys called me the class beauty, department beauty, and even school beauty.

But there wasn't really such a competition, so whether I was a flower or a weed was impossible to say.

Those who thought I was pretty called me the class beauty, while those who weren't interested probably thought I wasn't even worth a weed.

I think I'm quite pretty, and I'm not the kind of princess who thinks too highly of herself, so many boys consider me a close friend.

For the sake of you readers, you might as well think of "Lin Xiaohan" as the most beautiful girl in your hearts; that might make the reading more exciting.

Without further ado, let's turn back the clock to more than ten years ago, when I was a junior in college.

Chapter 1: For students who rely entirely on their parents for financial support, holidays are a perfect opportunity to earn money.

Especially for college students like us, whose studies aren't heavy but whose expenses are high.

My university was in the city where I lived, and my family was quite well-off, so I shouldn't be short of money.

But money from my parents never feels as good as money I earn myself, so every year during the holidays I would do odd jobs.

I've worked as a tutor and in sales promotions before, and to be honest, I wasn't happy at all.

During this holiday, I kept an eye on the job postings in the newspaper, hoping for a short-term office job.

Of course, such opportunities are extremely rare, but this time I had a stroke of luck. A company was hiring a secretary.

It was a photo agency, and they were also hiring models. I didn't know what a photo agency did, but I thought I could handle the secretarial work.

After contacting them by phone, they asked me to come for an interview.

The address wasn't far from our school, about three or four bus stops away.

Our school is on the edge of the city, and their address was even further from the city center.

The developers probably wanted to create a new urban area, but it clearly wasn't very successful; the area was so desolate that you could hardly see anyone on the main street.

The address was room 706 in building B of an office building. Since most of the later events take place in this setting, it's necessary to describe the building's layout.

This office building consisted of two towers, A and B, with about twenty floors.

The first to fourth floors of the two towers were connected; this was the common area.

To enter the building, you need to go through a public entrance, where there's a lobby, a security room, and three elevators.

Take the elevator directly to the fourth floor, which is the rooftop of the public building.

The rooftop is a hidden gem, resembling a small garden, with two paths leading to two separate buildings.

Inside the building, there's another lobby with one elevator going to floors 5-12, and another at the end of the corridor going to floors 13-22.

The two elevators seem a bit few; if the building were full, they'd probably be very busy.

But thankfully, the building felt deserted; if it weren't for the neatly trimmed, blooming flowers in the small garden, it would even have a somewhat eerie feel.

I took the elevator to the 7th floor and immediately saw room 706.

The building's structure is simple: a long corridor runs through the entire building, with windows on one side and doors to the rooms on the other.

Room 706 faces the elevator directly, and the door was wide open, so you could see inside as soon as the elevator doors opened.

The layout of the room was like this: upon entering, there was a small corridor. Walking further in, to the right were the kitchen and the toilet, with a window in the kitchen facing the corridor.

Passing the toilet door, there was a slightly larger space, perhaps 30 square meters, maybe 50 square meters; I don't have a good sense of space, so I can't be sure.

In the corner facing the door, there was a desk, and in front of the desk was a long sofa—that seemed to be all the furniture.

The rest of the space was a photography area, with a backdrop and the kind of lighting used for photography.

There were two people in the room: one sitting behind the desk, looking very polite, and the other sitting on the sofa, a rather overweight man. They seemed to be chatting

. When they saw me arrive, they warmly stood up to greet me. I had expected a job interview to be like an interrogation, but it turned out to be more like a casual conversation. The man

behind the desk was named Wang Xiaoxiang, presumably the owner, and the man on the sofa, whom I later called Brother Zhao, were best friends.

They ran a photo agency; I hadn't even heard of such companies before.

Besides providing images for advertisers, they also organized photography events for enthusiasts.

They only have one contracted photography model. For events, they sometimes use their own model, sometimes rent out models, and sometimes even rent out their own model.

The model is called Sister Pan, and she usually only comes when there's a special occasion.

The fat man bluntly stated that Sister Pan was a nude model, and most of their activities involved nude photography.

Speaking of nude models, I was actually quite looking forward to it. I used to find the idea of someone completely naked for photos rather unbelievable, but now it seemed like I'd have a chance to see real nude photography.

My job, though not many, was quite varied.

I had to categorize and manage various emails, input faxes into the computer, and deal with mail.

When there were group photoshoots, there were registrations, fees, and a whole host of other things to do.

Brother Zhao and his team were often out on assignments, so most of the time I'd probably be the only one working.

I told him I could only work during the summer break, and not after school started.

Brother Zhao said it was fine, even a month was good, since I was the only one who came from the time the advertisement was posted.

I said, "You accepted me so readily? Turns out you had no other choice."

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