Female sales promoter sells herself to boost sales.

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Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt somewhat dazed. Her long, black hair was disheveled, obscuring half her face. Her naked body was voluptuous yet lacked luster. Her breasts stood erect, with a white, sticky substance between them. Her lower body was completely naked, her labia slightly parted, and some fluid glistening between her legs.

She had lost count of how many times she had examined her body after a man had finished, her mind a complete blank. Then, numbly, she would go to the bathroom to wash herself, and then slowly dress in front of the mirror. A black, sheer lace bra and thong, black mesh stockings, a black tank top and a miniskirt. Finally, she would put on her black high heels, pick up her handbag, and leave that place where she had been violated.

A year ago, I joined this real estate agency. The company's main business was promoting luxury residential properties. I wanted to be a saleswoman because I was attracted by the generous kickbacks. A fully furnished villa cost 4 to 5 million yuan, and a 2% kickback would amount to 80,000 to 100,000 yuan. But it wasn't that easy. For the first three months, I brought in quite a few clients, but didn't sell a single property. On

the first day of the fourth month, I was scolded by the boss, and I felt extremely upset. That night, I went to a karaoke bar with some girlfriends, singing and drinking like crazy until I felt dizzy and nauseous. Stumbling to the restroom, I vaguely saw through the slightly ajar door of another private room that a hostess was lying with her legs spread, leaning against a customer and letting him touch her. My face felt increasingly hot, and I suddenly remembered Mr. Chen.

Mr. Chen was the most capable homebuyer I met a few months ago, and also the most lecherous. The first time I met him, he took the opportunity to touch my hand and waist. When I took him to see a house, he actually hugged me and tried to kiss me forcefully in the room, lifting my skirt above my thighs. I slapped him, but he wasn't angry. When he left, he was still grinning and telling me to contact him again.

Back in the private room, my girlfriends were all drunk and staggering. Sister Gao pulled me aside and said, "Don't hold back, come on, let's sing."

I said, "I was scolded all morning, and I'm still feeling terrible."

"You're not very quick-witted either. Look at me, my sales have always been pretty good," Sister Gao said with a laugh as she drank.

I thought about it and agreed. "Sister Gao, what's your secret? Tell me quickly!"

she said. "Secret? Haha, what secret?" she laughed, then suddenly whispered mysteriously in my ear, "Rich men are all lustful. If you run into one, just go along with it, play along, hehe."

I looked at her and said, "Is that even possible?"

"Why not? We women, what else can we rely on but our bodies?" she said, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye before continuing to sing.

I slept soundly all night, and when I woke up in the morning, I inexplicably called Mr. Chen. I went to that mansion again, walked around for a bit, and then, feeling a little tired, sat on the bed. Mr. Chen lit a cigarette, squinted at me, and stared intently at my legs. I felt very uncomfortable under his gaze. He sat down beside me, and his hands began to wander, caressing my thighs. I tried to stop him, embarrassed, but I couldn't. He slowly moved his hand to the base of my thighs.

I squeezed my legs together, blushing, and said, "Mr. Chen, please don't do this." He suddenly pushed me down onto the bed and began to frantically grope my body.

I suddenly remembered what Sister Gao had said the night before, "What do women rely on if not their bodies?" I closed my eyes and let him touch me. He unbuttoned my shirt, pulled up my tight vest, and ripped off my bra. I felt his lips approach my nipples, wet and slippery.

One of his hands was already inside my underwear, scratching at my pubic hair. A slight pain shot through my lower body, and a jolt of electricity ran through me. I pushed him aside forcefully and stood up. He lay half-reclined on the bed, a smirk playing on his lips. "What's wrong, Miss Wang?"

I lowered my head, one hand clutching my chest, the other pulling down my skirt, and whispered, "I, I..."

He stood up too, straightened his clothes, and said, "I'm leaving the day after tomorrow. I might have time to look at apartments again tomorrow. You decide." Then he walked away.

After a sleepless night, thinking of the considerable reward, I arranged to see apartments with Mr. Chen the next day. As soon as I entered the apartment, his hand touched my buttocks, and I could clearly hear his breathing quicken. In the bedroom, he pushed me onto the bed. I heard him say, "Lift up your skirt. I've signed the purchase contract for you."

I steeled myself and pulled up my skirt. "Okay, slow down, slow down, keep going," he said, his eyes gleaming. I slowly pulled down my black thong, and my lower body was gradually exposed. Under his lustful gaze, I felt my whole body burning.

"Yes, that's it. Okay, tell me about your pubic area, hehe. What are these things, and what are they for?"

he asked persistently. My face flushed red as I pointed to my pubic hair and said, "This, this is mine, my pubic hair."

"What are they for?"

"They're for men to see and touch."

"Okay, continue."

I pointed to my labia and said, "This is my vulva." After saying that, I felt extremely ashamed. "Bullshit!"

he said menacingly. "Say it in plain language, you slut!" I was terrified, my heart pounding. "Yes, it's my pussy, the place for men to fuck."

"Good, continue."

I used my fingers to separate my labia. "The outside is my labia majora, the inside is my labia minora, both are for wrapping around a man's cock."

"Hahahaha," he laughed as he walked over, and a finger slipped into my lower body. "Then what is this?"

I went limp, wanting to block him with my hands but not daring to. "Yes, it's my pussy, for men to fuck." He moved his finger in and out while unzipping his pants, and I closed my eyes. My vagina was suddenly stretched open, and I regretted it immediately. I wanted to push him away, but it was too late. He was already thrusting into my body forcefully. As he left, I saw him sign his name on the contract I had given him earlier. That was the first time I had sold a house and my body.

After that, my sales gradually improved, and I had nearly 300,000 yuan in my bank account. I knew very well why; I was earning money for myself like a prostitute. I thought: it's just a few times anyway, no one will know. I'll just keep going until I save 500,000 yuan and then quit.

The boss called me into his office, opened the sales performance report, and praised me enthusiastically: "Not bad, Xiao Wang, your sales are steadily increasing, and there are still many interested clients. Not bad, not bad!" I smiled and bowed my head to thank him for the praise. He moved closer and sat down next to me, continuing to praise me. As he spoke, he reached out and touched my breast. I pushed him away and snapped, "What are you doing!" "Stop pretending, haha, everyone knows what kind of slut you are!" I stood up abruptly, my face flushed red, slapped him, and rushed to open the door. He grabbed me, pulled me onto the sofa, and slapped me several times. I felt dizzy and collapsed onto the sofa, tears streaming down my face from the pain. "What, what are you doing?"

He ignored me, took a disc from a drawer, and put it in the DVD player. He sat down next to me, pulled me against him, and stroked my slapped face. "Did it hurt? Here, let me rub it for you." I pushed him away and shouted angrily, "Get away!" Just then, I saw the scene on the TV screen: a man was straddling a woman, his hands tightly squeezing her breasts. And that woman was me.

I felt my vision go dark, my body felt drained of all strength, and I just sat there blankly. He took the opportunity to unbutton my clothes. "I'm promoting you to sales manager. Ah, haha, such big breasts..." He bit and licked my chest, while lifting my skirt and pulling down my underwear. He pulled me onto him, spread my legs, and lifted my buttocks.

I felt something pressing against the entrance of my vagina, slowly, slowly pushing into it. He grabbed my breasts from behind, thrusting his lower body up and down forcefully. He lewdly laughed, "Your cunt feels so good being fucked, ah, hahaha." I remained staring blankly at the TV screen, where I was being held by the head by another man, his mouth being pounded by a thick penis... I heard him shouting "bitch, bitch" in my ear, ejaculating inside me.

I became a sales manager and also the boss's personal secretary. My main job was to accompany clients he considered "important," satisfying them with my body. As the boss's business grew, I was appointed as the public relations manager of a tourist resort. As the first step in the preparation, the boss dragged me along to recruit PR girls. Lured by the high salary, a dozen or so women jumped into our trap. He went through the motions of hiring people to train us in etiquette and public relations, but what we didn't expect was that one of our instructors was a prostitute. We followed that prostitute, learning how to use our bodies to make men feel more comfortable and satisfied. On

the last day of training, the boss had several sets of clothes delivered to each of us, saying they were work uniforms. When I took them to the fitting room, I saw that besides tank tops and miniskirts, they were all revealing underwear. After changing, the rest of us went to the small conference room to receive the boss's concluding remarks. The boss walked around looking at us, practically drooling. He put his arm around one of the women, repeatedly saying "good, good." When he turned to a woman with

a great figure, he actually grabbed her breast in front of everyone. "Boss," the woman said shyly, lowering her head. He pressed her shoulder and said, "Come on, come on, let's see how your training went." The woman obediently lowered herself, knelt in front of him, unzipped his pants, and began to lick and suck his penis. He groaned with pleasure. We all kept our heads down. Suddenly, he turned to me and said, "Xiao Wang, the training was quite good. Tonight, you'll accompany me to entertain two guests, oh, oh..."

That evening, in a villa at the resort, I accompanied the boss to entertain two guests from Hong Kong. After a few laughs and conversations, their ugly faces were revealed. One of them touched my hand, while the other was stroking my inner thigh. The boss gave me a wink, and I understood. I bent down, unzipped one of the customers' pants, and brought my mouth close. "Let Xiao Wang take good care of the two of you, ah, haha,"

the boss laughed shamelessly. I looked up at the customer and gave him a flirtatious wink, saying in a coquettish voice, "Boss, your penis is so big," and then I diligently used my mouth to envelop his penis. The boss got up to leave, saying, "You guys have fun, I'm going out now. Have a good time!" "Don't go! Leave us a souvenir, haha!" Another customer grabbed the boss and pulled a camera out of his bag. Then, he pulled down my underwear, lifted one of my legs, and pressed his hard penis against my vaginal opening.

I sat sideways, bent over, giving oral sex to one customer, while my other leg was wide open for another customer to penetrate me. The boss leered and filmed everything. The customer who was penetrating me stopped after a while, saying he was tired, so I lay on top of another customer, who lay on the sofa and penetrated me from below. I pretended to scream loudly, saying against my will, "Boss, your cock feels so good, oh, oh."

Just then, the guest who had said he wanted to rest for a bit pressed down on my back again, his erect penis pressing against my anus. "Your little slut's asshole is so tempting," he said, and I immediately understood what he wanted to do. A sense of fear washed over me, and I screamed, "No, don't touch me there!" But it was no use; he forcefully thrust into my narrow anus, and I felt a sudden tightness throughout my body…

"The photos are really good," they said, looking through the photos from that day before they left the resort. In one of the photos scattered on the coffee table, I looked like a piece of meat sandwiched in a sandwich, my lower body tightly gripping two ugly penises. My heart was bleeding, but I could only accept my fate, accept my fate as a woman, for men will always be the masters of this world.

The boss seemed inspired by this incident and wanted to have all the staff in our public relations department photographed. Two photo albums were taken: one with ordinary photos of us in various outfits, and the other with photos of us in all sorts of explicit poses. I seemed to have gotten used to it all, letting myself be posed in front of the camera. I lifted my skirt to expose my genitals, sat with my legs spread, used my hands to separate my labia, pinched my nipples, and touched my vagina…

The boss said the ordinary photos could be shown to ordinary customers, but he also said he wanted to set up a membership club, providing a different photo album for special members to choose from for their companionship. I asked him, "Isn't this prostitution, boss? We'll get investigated." "Haha, don't worry, it's a membership system, very safe!" He said, pushing me against the wall and pulling up my skirt. "I've decided to number all the hostesses downstairs, so it'll be easier for clients to choose," he said, already penetrating me from behind. "Then, boss, I, I'm the PR manager, so you won't make me do that anymore?"

I asked him, desperately hoping he'd let me go because of our relationship. "You? Haha, of course, of course. How are you any different from them?" He thrust forcefully, and hearing that, I felt a sense of relief, a feeling of liberation. He continued, "You're number 1, number 1, you know? Haha, you're a bitch, ah, hahahaha!" He spoke with even more force. I felt immense humiliation, and tears involuntarily streamed down my face. "Cry? What are you crying for!" He grabbed my hair hard and shouted in my ear, "You were born a cheap bitch, and you're still complaining? Cry? I'll fuck you to death, you bitch!"

From then on, we stopped using names at the company, only numbers; I was number 1. Every day at work, the boss would gather us in the meeting room and loudly ask, "What are you? What do you do?" I had to lead everyone in lifting my miniskirt, exposing my naked lower body, and answer, "We're bitches, we sell our bodies." The resort was

doing very well, and more and more people were coming to spend money. Hong Kong businessmen, Taiwanese businessmen, government officials, police officers... all sorts of people were there. I've seen through it all. No matter how respectable someone is normally, they all change once they join the club. They usually choose a girl they like from a photo album, then take us to their villa to have their way with her. Sometimes we have to call them, saying things like, "Hello sir, this is Club Number 1. Do you need a slut? My pussy is plump and tender, I guarantee you'll be satisfied," this line has become a habit. By day, we are enviable high-paid white-collar workers; by night, we are sex toys moaning beneath men.

Christmas arrived, and the company organized a grand party to thank its clients. I and all the PR girls became the stars. We wore bright Christmas costumes and led the members to the club for drinks and entertainment. The first program was our fashion show. It was called a fashion show, but it was actually a striptease. I took off my cheongsam and lingerie one by one, spread my legs in front of all the clients, and parted my labia with my fingers. The men were all panting heavily, their eyes gleaming. After a short break, the next program was for us to dance naked on stage. I saw that almost every man had an erection. Then, the boss had us introduce ourselves one by one on stage. Standing naked on stage, I no longer felt ashamed.

I said, "Hello, esteemed members, I'm Club Number 1. Some of you have already had sex with me. I'm very flexible, with big breasts and a big ass, and a horny, wanton pussy. I like to lie on my stomach and have someone fuck me from behind, thrusting a big cock into my pussy, and I get very wet. I hope to serve more customers in the future, thank you!"

Next, the other girls introduced themselves one by one. The members were getting restless, unsure whether to sit or stand. The last activity was a game: if a customer could guess which girl was in a close-up photo of our genitals, they could ask her to do something. The slides were shown one by one, but no one guessed correctly. My photo was shown, and surprisingly, someone guessed it correctly. I had no choice but to insert a dildo into my vagina in front of so many people, then pull down the customer's pants and kneel down to suck his penis.

The men could no longer restrain themselves; they went berserk, rushing forward and pinning us to the ground one by one. Three men were simultaneously venting on me, one in my mouth, one in my vagina, and one in my cleavage, each thrusting wildly. One round finished, then another began. The entire hall was filled with lewd sounds and moans. Under the hazy lights, I simply let go, letting them release their pent-up desires. When the customers left, satisfied, we were all covered in semen. The boss tossed each of us a red envelope. I picked it up and struggled to my feet to find my clothes…

And so it was: dressed, we were proud white-collar women; unclothed, we were lowly prostitutes. To be humiliated by men, to please their penises with my body—this was my fate.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt somewhat dazed. Her long, black hair was disheveled, obscuring half her face. Her naked body was voluptuous yet lacked luster. Her breasts stood erect, with a white, sticky substance between them. Her lower body was completely naked, her labia slightly parted, and some fluid glistening between her legs.

She had lost count of how many times she had examined her body after a man had finished, her mind a complete blank. Then, numbly, she would go to the bathroom to wash herself, and then slowly dress in front of the mirror. A black, sheer lace bra and thong, black mesh stockings, a black tank top and a miniskirt. Finally, she would put on her black high heels, pick up her handbag, and leave that place where she had been violated.

A year ago, I joined this real estate agency. The company's main business was promoting luxury residential properties. I wanted to be a saleswoman because I was attracted by the generous kickbacks. A fully furnished villa cost 4 to 5 million yuan, and a 2% kickback would amount to 80,000 to 100,000 yuan. But it wasn't that easy. For the first three months, I brought in quite a few clients, but didn't sell a single property. On

the first day of the fourth month, I was scolded by the boss, and I felt extremely upset. That night, I went to a karaoke bar with some girlfriends, singing and drinking like crazy until I felt dizzy and nauseous. Stumbling to the restroom, I vaguely saw through the slightly ajar door of another private room that a hostess was lying with her legs spread, leaning against a customer and letting him touch her. My face felt increasingly hot, and I suddenly remembered Mr. Chen.

Mr. Chen was the most capable homebuyer I met a few months ago, and also the most lecherous. The first time I met him, he took the opportunity to touch my hand and waist. When I took him to see a house, he actually hugged me and tried to kiss me forcefully in the room, lifting my skirt above my thighs. I slapped him, but he wasn't angry. When he left, he was still grinning and telling me to contact him again.

Back in the private room, my girlfriends were all drunk and staggering. Sister Gao pulled me aside and said, "Don't hold back, come on, let's sing."

I said, "I was scolded all morning, and I'm still feeling terrible."

"You're not very quick-witted either. Look at me, my sales have always been pretty good," Sister Gao said with a laugh as she drank.

I thought about it and agreed. "Sister Gao, what's your secret? Tell me quickly!"

she said. "Secret? Haha, what secret?" she laughed, then suddenly whispered mysteriously in my ear, "Rich men are all lustful. If you run into one, just go along with it, play along, hehe."

I looked at her and said, "Is that even possible?"

"Why not? We women, what else can we rely on but our bodies?" she said, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye before continuing to sing.

I slept soundly all night, and when I woke up in the morning, I inexplicably called Mr. Chen. I went to that mansion again, walked around for a bit, and then, feeling a little tired, sat on the bed. Mr. Chen lit a cigarette, squinted at me, and stared intently at my legs. I felt very uncomfortable under his gaze. He sat down beside me, and his hands began to wander, caressing my thighs. I tried to stop him, embarrassed, but I couldn't. He slowly moved his hand to the base of my thighs.

I squeezed my legs together, blushing, and said, "Mr. Chen, please don't do this." He suddenly pushed me down onto the bed and began to frantically grope my body.

I suddenly remembered what Sister Gao had said the night before, "What do women rely on if not their bodies?" I closed my eyes and let him touch me. He unbuttoned my shirt, pulled up my tight vest, and ripped off my bra. I felt his lips approach my nipples, wet and slippery.

One of his hands was already inside my underwear, scratching at my pubic hair. A slight pain shot through my lower body, and a jolt of electricity ran through me. I pushed him aside forcefully and stood up. He lay half-reclined on the bed, a smirk playing on his lips. "What's wrong, Miss Wang?"

I lowered my head, one hand clutching my chest, the other pulling down my skirt, and whispered, "I, I..."

He stood up too, straightened his clothes, and said, "I'm leaving the day after tomorrow. I might have time to look at apartments again tomorrow. You decide." Then he walked away.

After a sleepless night, thinking of the considerable reward, I arranged to see apartments with Mr. Chen the next day. As soon as I entered the apartment, his hand touched my buttocks, and I could clearly hear his breathing quicken. In the bedroom, he pushed me onto the bed. I heard him say, "Lift up your skirt. I've signed the purchase contract for you."

I steeled myself and pulled up my skirt. "Okay, slow down, slow down, keep going," he said, his eyes gleaming. I slowly pulled down my black thong, and my lower body was gradually exposed. Under his lustful gaze, I felt my whole body burning.

"Yes, that's it. Okay, tell me about your pubic area, hehe. What are these things, and what are they for?"

he asked persistently. My face flushed red as I pointed to my pubic hair and said, "This, this is mine, my pubic hair."

"What are they for?"

"They're for men to see and touch."

"Okay, continue."

I pointed to my labia and said, "This is my vulva." After saying that, I felt extremely ashamed. "Bullshit!"

he said menacingly. "Say it in plain language, you slut!" I was terrified, my heart pounding. "Yes, it's my pussy, the place for men to fuck."

"Good, continue."

I used my fingers to separate my labia. "The outside is my labia majora, the inside is my labia minora, both are for wrapping around a man's cock."

"Hahahaha," he laughed as he walked over, and a finger slipped into my lower body. "Then what is this?"

I went limp, wanting to block him with my hands but not daring to. "Yes, it's my pussy, for men to fuck." He moved his finger in and out while unzipping his pants, and I closed my eyes. My vagina was suddenly stretched open, and I regretted it immediately. I wanted to push him away, but it was too late. He was already thrusting into my body forcefully. As he left, I saw him sign his name on the contract I had given him earlier. That was the first time I had sold a house and my body.

After that, my sales gradually improved, and I had nearly 300,000 yuan in my bank account. I knew very well why; I was earning money for myself like a prostitute. I thought: it's just a few times anyway, no one will know. I'll just keep going until I save 500,000 yuan and then quit.

The boss called me into his office, opened the sales performance report, and praised me enthusiastically: "Not bad, Xiao Wang, your sales are steadily increasing, and there are still many interested clients. Not bad, not bad!" I smiled and bowed my head to thank him for the praise. He moved closer and sat down next to me, continuing to praise me. As he spoke, he reached for my breast. I pushed him away and snapped, "What are you doing!" "Stop pretending! Haha, everyone knows what kind of slut you are, you bitch!" I stood up abruptly, my face flushed red, slapped him, and rushed to open the door. He grabbed me, pulled me onto the sofa, and slapped me several times. I felt dizzy and collapsed onto the sofa, tears streaming down my face from the pain. "What...what are you doing?"

He ignored me, took a disc from the drawer, and put it in the DVD player. He sat down next to me, pulled me against him, and stroked my slapped face. "Did it hurt? Here, let me rub it for you." I pushed him away and shouted angrily, "Get away!" Just then, I saw the scene on the TV screen: a man was straddling a woman, his hands tightly squeezing her breasts. And that woman was me.

I felt my vision go dark, my body felt drained of all strength, and I just sat there blankly. He took the opportunity to unbutton my clothes. "I'm promoting you to sales manager. Ah, haha, such big breasts..." He bit and licked my chest, while lifting my skirt and pulling down my underwear. He pulled me onto his lap, spread my legs, and lifted my buttocks.

I felt something pressing against my vaginal opening, slowly, slowly pushing into my vagina. He grabbed my breasts from behind, thrusting his lower body up and down forcefully. He lewdly laughed, "Your cunt feels so good being fucked, huh, hahaha." I remained staring blankly at the TV screen, where I was being held by the head by another man, his mouth being pounded by a thick penis... I heard him shouting "bitch, bitch" in my ear, ejaculating inside me.

I became a sales manager and also the boss's personal secretary. My main job was to accompany clients he considered "important," satisfying them with my body. As the boss's business grew, I was appointed as the public relations manager of a tourist resort. The first step in the preparation was for the boss to drag me along to recruit "public relations girls." Lured by the high salaries, a dozen or so of us jumped into this fire pit. He went through the motions of hiring people to train us in etiquette and public relations, but unexpectedly, one of our instructors was a professional prostitute. We followed that prostitute, learning how to use our bodies to make men feel more comfortable and satisfied. On

the last day of training, the boss had several sets of clothes delivered to each of us, saying they were work uniforms. When I took them to the fitting room, I saw that besides tank tops and miniskirts, they were all revealing underwear. After changing, the rest of us went to the small conference room to receive the boss's concluding remarks. The boss walked around looking at us, practically drooling. He put his arm around one of the women, repeatedly saying "good, good." When he turned to a woman with

a great figure, he actually grabbed her breast in front of everyone. "Boss," the woman said shyly, lowering her head. He pressed her shoulder and said, "Come on, come on, let's see how your training went." The woman obediently lowered herself, knelt in front of him, unzipped his pants, and began to lick and suck his penis. He groaned with pleasure. We all kept our heads down. Suddenly, he turned to me and said, "Xiao Wang, the training was quite good. Tonight, you'll accompany me to entertain two guests, oh, oh..."

That evening, in a villa at the resort, I accompanied the boss to entertain two guests from Hong Kong. After a few laughs and conversations, their ugly faces were revealed. One of them touched my hand, while the other was stroking my inner thigh. The boss gave me a wink, and I understood. I bent down, unzipped one of the customers' pants, and brought my mouth close. "Let Xiao Wang take good care of the two of you, ah, haha,"

the boss laughed shamelessly. I looked up at the customer and gave him a flirtatious wink, saying in a coquettish voice, "Boss, your penis is so big," and then I diligently used my mouth to envelop his penis. The boss got up to leave, saying, "You guys have fun, I'm going out now. Have a good time!" "Don't go! Leave us a souvenir, haha!" Another customer grabbed the boss and pulled a camera out of his bag. Then, he pulled down my underwear, lifted one of my legs, and pressed his hard penis against my vaginal opening.

I sat sideways, bent over, giving oral sex to one customer, while my other leg was wide open for another customer to penetrate me. The boss leered and filmed everything. The customer who was penetrating me stopped after a while, saying he was tired, so I lay on top of another customer, who lay on the sofa and penetrated me from below. I pretended to scream loudly, saying against my will, "Boss, your cock feels so good, oh, oh."

Just then, the guest who had said he wanted to rest for a bit pressed down on my back again, his erect penis pressing against my anus. "Your little slut's asshole is so tempting," he said, and I immediately understood what he wanted to do. A sense of fear washed over me, and I screamed, "No, don't touch me there!" But it was no use; he forcefully thrust into my narrow anus, and I felt a sudden tightness throughout my body…

"The photos are really good," they said, looking through the photos from that day before they left the resort. In one of the photos scattered on the coffee table, I looked like a piece of meat sandwiched in a sandwich, my lower body tightly gripping two ugly penises. My heart was bleeding, but I could only accept my fate, accept my fate as a woman, for men will always be the masters of this world.

The boss seemed inspired by this incident and wanted to have all the staff in our public relations department photographed. Two photo albums were taken: one with ordinary photos of us in various outfits, and the other with photos of us in all sorts of explicit poses. I seemed to have gotten used to it all, letting myself be posed in front of the camera. I lifted my skirt to expose my genitals, sat with my legs spread, used my hands to separate my labia, pinched my nipples, and touched my vagina…

The boss said the ordinary photos could be shown to ordinary customers, but he also said he wanted to set up a membership club, providing a different photo album for special members to choose from for their companionship. I asked him, "Isn't this prostitution, boss? We'll get investigated." "Haha, don't worry, it's a membership system, very safe!" He said, pushing me against the wall and pulling up my skirt. "I've decided to number all the hostesses downstairs, so it'll be easier for clients to choose," he said, already penetrating me from behind. "Then, boss, I, I'm the PR manager, so you won't make me do that anymore?"

I asked him, desperately hoping he'd let me go because of our relationship. "You? Haha, of course, of course. How are you any different from them?" He thrust forcefully, and hearing that, I felt a sense of relief, a feeling of liberation. He continued, "You're number 1, number 1, you know? Haha, you're a bitch, ah, hahahaha!" He spoke with even more force. I felt immense humiliation, and tears involuntarily streamed down my face. "Cry? What are you crying for!" He grabbed my hair hard and shouted in my ear, "You were born a cheap bitch, and you're still complaining? Cry? I'll fuck you to death, you bitch!"

From then on, we stopped using names at the company, only numbers; I was number 1. Every day at work, the boss would gather us in the meeting room and loudly ask, "What are you? What do you do?" I had to lead everyone in lifting my miniskirt, exposing my naked lower body, and answer, "We're bitches, we sell our bodies." The resort was

doing very well, and more and more people were coming to spend money. Hong Kong businessmen, Taiwanese businessmen, government officials, police officers... all sorts of people were there. I've seen through it all. No matter how respectable someone is normally, they all change once they join the club. They usually choose a girl they like from a photo album, then take us to their villa to have their way with her. Sometimes we have to call them, saying things like, "Hello sir, this is Club Number 1. Do you need a slut? My pussy is plump and tender, I guarantee you'll be satisfied," this line has become a habit. By day, we are enviable high-paid white-collar workers; by night, we are sex toys moaning beneath men.

Christmas arrived, and the company organized a grand party to thank its clients. I and all the PR girls became the stars. We wore bright Christmas costumes and led the members to the club for drinks and entertainment. The first program was our fashion show. It was called a fashion show, but it was actually a striptease. I took off my cheongsam and lingerie one by one, spread my legs in front of all the clients, and parted my labia with my fingers. The men were all panting heavily, their eyes gleaming. After a short break, the next program was for us to dance naked on stage. I saw that almost every man had an erection. Then, the boss had us introduce ourselves one by one on stage. Standing naked on stage, I no longer felt ashamed.

I said, "Hello, esteemed members, I'm Club Number 1. Some of you have already had sex with me. I'm very flexible, with big breasts and a big ass, and a horny, wanton pussy. I like to lie on my stomach and have someone fuck me from behind, thrusting a big cock into my pussy, and I get very wet. I hope to serve more customers in the future, thank you!"

Next, the other girls introduced themselves one by one. The members were getting restless, unsure whether to sit or stand. The last activity was a game: if a customer could guess which girl was in a close-up photo of our genitals, they could ask her to do something. The slides were shown one by one, but no one guessed correctly. My photo was shown, and surprisingly, someone guessed it correctly. In front of so many people, I had no choice but to insert a dildo into my vagina, pull down the customer's pants, and kneel down to suck his penis.

The men could no longer restrain themselves; they went berserk, rushing forward and pinning us to the ground one by one. Three men were simultaneously climaxing on me, one in my mouth, one in my vagina, and one in my cleavage, thrusting wildly. One round ended, then another began. The entire hall was filled with lewd sounds and moans. Under the hazy lights, I simply let go, letting them all release their pent-up desires. By the time the customers left, satisfied, we were all covered in semen. The boss tossed each of us a red envelope. I picked it up and struggled to my feet to find my clothes…

That’s how we are: dressed, we’re proud white-collar women; undressed, we’re lowly prostitutes. To be humiliated by men, to please their penises with our bodies—that’s my fate.

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