My female colleague turned out to be a prostitute.

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"What do you usually do after work?"

"Stay home, surf the internet and watch movies!"

"Doesn't your boyfriend keep you company?"

"Are you kidding? I don't have a boyfriend."

She remained impeccable throughout our several attempts to probe

. Actually, a single guy like me, with a temperament reminiscent of a Zhangjiang man, easily shrinks in front of cheerful and healthy girls. Trying to pursue those demure young ladies, I feel inexplicably inferior, unable to handle those convoluted women. Commonly known as the petit bourgeois. This time, my J8 helped me break down the glass wall between myself and DD in the office. I suddenly realized how easy and pleasant it was to chat and work with a girl like her!

I'm very satisfied with my performance in this adventurous endeavor. Now the biggest problem is its unrepeatability.

Yes, Halloween only comes once a year. Maybe I should wear a reindeer head for Christmas and try again? The thought that perfect sex might only happen once a year fills me with a sense of loss, yet I feel powerless.

In the days that followed, I never went to a club again. I felt I no longer needed to spend money to ejaculate. Having a concrete image in my mind makes DIY feel realistic and immersive, and that sweet pleasure completely fills the void for me, an older unmarried man. At the same time, the thought of having sex with women other than my boyfriend feels incredibly vulgar. The former is like running freely on the prairie, enjoying the wind on your face; the latter is like spending money to sweat on a treadmill.

If I could ride my favorite horse across the prairie, that would be the ultimate climax.

A month later, that scumbag came looking for cigarettes. At the smoking spot, seeing no one around, he whispered, "There's something you'll never guess!" "That D from the XX department, you know?! She's actually a prostitute at a club!" My head buzzed, my limbs went cold, and another bolt of lightning struck, but this time the force seemed to come from below. My hands and feet were cold, and my anus tightened.

"Oh, really? How could that be? Are you seeing things? How did you know?" "I'm absolutely sure. I went yesterday, number 44. I saw it clearly." "You went again yesterday? With whom?" "With a friend, cough! Get to the point!! It really was her. Her hairstyle was the same as someone who works there. The girl's figure was average, but she had a nice butt." "So you ordered her Ferrari?" I tried to feign disbelief, but I couldn't manage a smile.

"How could I dare order her? There were clients there too."

"Didn't you say it was a friend? How come it's a client again?" I tried to interrupt him.

"Clients can't be friends, you're so annoying! If you don't believe me, go see for yourself!" "I don't really believe it, and I don't really want to go lately." "Hmph, you'll see when you go. The world is full of wonders, the world is going to the dogs! Unbelievable! You can't see into someone's heart, it's amazing!" "I've finished my cigarette, I'm leaving..."

"Damn, that's boring. You didn't see her breasts, they're perky!" I turned away and strode off.

"I'll be going to patronize her tonight!" the salesperson added at the end.

My heart skipped a beat, as if it had stopped beating.

I was in a terrible mood all afternoon. I hated that scumbag for finding out, I hated that he was so shameless for going to brothels every day, and then I hated that this bitch for going to prostitutes, and why he had to find out! I hated that the police weren't more proactive in cracking down on prostitution, allowing such places to operate for so long.

Three hours until I get off work. In three more hours, I'll pack my bags, leave the company, go to the club, take a shower, change into a bunny girl outfit, and sit there without underwear, letting people pick me out. The scumbag will head straight for number 44, then mock, threaten, and then thrust that filthy thing into her!

DD is still bustling around the office, passing documents; this girl has no idea the immense humiliation that awaits her! If I could trade a year of my life for that scumbag getting hit by a car later, I would do it without hesitation; if not, five years would do! Can I call the police? Let them stop this? Good idea! But what if DD gets arrested? A photo I saw online flashes through my mind: a prostitute being carried out by city management officers. If that scene appeared on "Case Focus," the whole company would know. Should I call the police now and shut down the club before DD goes to work?

I'm too naive. How could the police in this harmonious country shut down a club with just a phone call, let alone within three hours?

Besides, I left my phone number when I got the VIP card. If I get caught too… Extreme piety will be blessed by God, and extreme resentment will be rewarded by the devil. At that moment, the goddess of fate possessed my boss and suddenly descended upon our office—"Where is XXX (the scumbag's name)? Find him immediately!" "Boss, what's up?" The scumbag, reeking of smoke, appeared behind the angel.

"What did you do? You sent the wrong goods! Go to Guangzhou right now and help the client's engineer solve the problem on-site!" (The scumbag rambled on with a bunch of excuses.)

In the end, the scumbag had no choice but to pack up his desk and rush to the airport.

If I could, I would light three incense sticks for our boss. As soon as it was time

to leave work, I rushed out of the company, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for the club. Only when I got to the door did I realize that DD always takes the subway home after work, so she definitely hadn't arrived yet. I had no choice but to while away the time in the bookstore across the street. Tonight, I have to save her! I've never felt such a strong protective instinct before. I couldn't help but think of the time when my dad wanted to kill the chickens I raised when I was little, and I stood in the middle with a kitchen knife. At that moment, I was absolutely fearless; I would have fought desperately, I understand. Tonight I might face the biggest embarrassment of my life, but if DD can escape the biggest misfortune, what does my little bit of embarrassment matter?

It got dark, and DD still hadn't entered the club. In fact, I didn't see any girls go in. I was dumbfounded; why would girls go in through the main entrance?!

Never mind, I rushed into the club. In the goldfish tank, I didn't see DD… I asked the waiter, and he said number 44 was providing services… I felt like I'd swallowed a cockroach. I went through all this trouble to put aside my prejudices to save you, and you're so eager to spread your legs and make money off your body. You're facing disaster and you still don't know how to restrain yourself?! Should I have saved you? What do I have to do with a bitch like you? Let your colleagues do what they want; you're so cheap, you don't seem to feel any shame!

I know you all have opinions about me after reading this, but don't rush to criticize me. I now understand how selfish and unreasonable my so-called anger was. If everyone understood reason, what would be the point of the police? If everyone had a sense of shame, what would be the point of pig cages? If we're all talking about love, what's the point of marriage?

At that moment, I was completely consumed by anger, like a caged beast, seething with rage. I was going to give her a good scolding later!! To wake her up!

"Boss, number 44 is available," the waiter called from outside the break room. I jolted awake. The door opened, and DD stood outside, giving me a cold glance.

"Not Iron Man today?" DD walked in carrying a small bucket, wearing a black nightgown over her thong.

"Boss, what's the deal today?" DD suddenly knelt before me, pressing her hand against my genitals.

My mind went blank, and I murmured, "The usual..."

DD started to penetrate me; I could feel her tongue was cold today too.

...

After what seemed like an eternity, I still couldn't get an erection. I mumbled, "Sorry—" After a long pause, DD made a soft "uh," presumably in response.

"I'm sorry... I, I didn't mean to."

"Can you take a few days off work? XXX might come; he recognized you..." DD paused, an awkward silence followed, then continued her service. To ease the tension, I lit a cigarette, staring at the ceiling, a mix of emotions swirling within me, the only remaining regret being stepping into this club.

Suddenly, I felt something trembling below; I looked down and saw DD crying. I cupped her face in my hands, rested it on my shoulder, and hugged her tightly. She sobbed uncontrollably.

Words were superfluous.

After a long while, I had to ask, "Will you leave?"

She countered, "Do you want to do this now?" Her eyes were teary, her expression pitiful.

I did what a man should do: I pushed her down and, like a husband, licked her wounds. After a passionate encounter, her soft, silky body seemed to weep and wail. I gave her my first taste of passion, hearing a moan that could never be faked—it felt so good!

After the climax, both of us finally calmed down. I held her, smoking, my mind filled with countless questions, but I didn't want to ask any of them.

"How did you recognize me?"

she smiled mischievously. "Do I need to recognize you? It's you, isn't it? I see you in the office every day. Did you think I wouldn't recognize you if you took your clothes off?" "Then why didn't you expose me?"

"Why should I expose you?" I couldn't think of a reason.

"So, that time, how did you feel?"

"You were great."

"That's not what I'm asking. I mean, were you scared?"

"What could I do if I was scared? Besides, what was there to be scared of?" Yes, what worst could a man do to a woman?

An hour passed, and DD urged me to leave. She noticed my hesitation and promised that she was off work too, that it was time to go. I felt a sweet warmth. But she wouldn't let me pick her up, let alone go to her house.

Walking on the street, it was raining coldly outside, but I walked happily, feeling deeply satisfied.

The next day was the weekend, and the day after that was too—duh! I refrained from contacting her because I didn't know what else we could do together besides sex, but I didn't want sex. I wanted to do something else with her, anything. Maybe it wasn't the right time yet? At the same time, I felt I hadn't fully processed the emotional impact of this event. I'm a sentimental person; I like to smooth out my emotions, fold them neatly, and leave them in my memories.

[The End]

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