A girl who works part-time and studies part-time

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July in Hong Kong brought the sweltering heat of summer, the oppressive humidity making everyone feel unwell.
Despite this, Ailing walked back to school via the Victoria Park path to collect her Form Five examination results.
Ailing had high hopes for this exam; she genuinely believed that more education meant more money. If her results were good, she would still need to work part-time to support her family during the school year. Ailing
loved the sound of tennis balls hitting the ground. If it weren't for her elderly father's disability and inability to work, forcing her mother to rely entirely on her income, Ailing believed she could live a carefree life, playing like any other young person.
"Shoot! Shoot now!" The joyful shouts, like the sharp stabs of a knife, echoed from all around the field.
Just last month, Ailing had celebrated her eighteenth birthday. Heaven had been kind to her in at least one way: she was beautiful and charming. Unfortunately, this beauty also led to her being ostracized by her classmates at the girls' school.
Was it jealousy or something else? Ailing would probably never know the answer.
School days were truly difficult. Fortunately, a classmate named Pan Jia'er always protected her, preventing the introverted Ailing from suffering great harm.
But good times never last. In her fourth year of secondary school, Jia'er was also expelled from school because of her
. Jia'er's family situation was also poor, and she eventually ran away from home because of this. However, she didn't tell Ailing where she went, and she never contacted her again. Although it was a year ago, Ailing couldn't help but shed tears every time she thought of Jia'er. A
landslide caused the house she lived in to tilt, but she absolutely didn't mind living in it. She actually hated living in a wooden house, but she had no choice.
Ailing, having received her report card, sat down in an unknown restaurant in Tin Hau. Tears could only flow silently inside; in her excitement, she had already crumpled the report card into pieces.
"How could this be?" Ailing cried out inwardly. Entering the workforce was an undeniable fact etched into her mind.
Suddenly, a man and a woman sitting opposite each other behind her started talking.
"Oh, so the results of the high school entrance exams were released today!" a familiar female voice said.
"Oh, you've already given up on studying, what business is it of yours whether the results are released or not?"
"Of course it's none of my business! But I think I have a friend who's taking the exams this year." The voice sounded more and more like the one Ailing knew.
"A high school entrance exam candidate, isn't she a great beauty?" the man said lecherously. "Beautiful, so beautiful it's dizzying! Her whole being is indescribably beautiful!"
Ailing quietly got up, turned around and pretended to leave, glancing at the woman's appearance. "Oh !
You're Pan Jia'er, I'm Ailing!" Ailing ran to Jia'er's table.
"Are you really Ailing?" Jia'er was a little incredulous. Ailing nodded.
The man next to Jia'er looked at her strangely. She quickly introduced Ailing to Ya Kun. After
sitting down with Ailing, Ailing chatted with Jia'er for a while, but Ailing didn't notice that Ya Kun was staring at her full breasts and tightly wrapped mons pubis.
When Ailing asked about Jia'er's work, Jia'er replied that she was now a high-paying model
. "I want to be a model too, please introduce me! I really want to earn more money!"
"Well..." Jia'er hesitated.
Ya Kun immediately nudged Jia'er's arm with his elbow and said, "The company really needs a beauty with these qualities." "
That's not a good idea, Ya..." "
Don't worry, help her earn money!" "
What are you talking about? What's the problem?"
"No, it's just that the work will be very hard," Jia'er quickly answered Ailing's question. "I'm not afraid of hard work," Ailing
answered confidently.
"Okay, okay, let me make a call to arrange it." Ya-kun excitedly ran to the public phone.
A few minutes later, Ya-kun returned and took a piece of paper from his pocket. "Ya-ling, please fill out this application form first. You can have an interview at dusk."
"Why do I need to fill out an application form for an interview so soon?" A-ling was puzzled.
"That's because we are very strict in our hiring and have a limited number of openings. I registered you first. If you reconsider, you might miss the opportunity," Ya-kun said in a practiced tone.
"Look, I now earn 25,000 yuan a month," Jia-er said, waving her expensive watch and jewelry in front of A-ling.
"Okay, I'll sign right away." A monthly income of 25,000 yuan was indeed a great temptation for an eighteen-year-old girl.
At this moment, Ya-Kun handed the paper to Ai-Ling and pointed to a spot, asking her to sign. After Ai-Ling signed, before she could even read the rules of the application form, Ya-Kun hurriedly took the form back.
Around dusk that day, Ai-Ling and Jia-Er rode together in Ya-Kun's Nihonbashi sports car to the interview.
When the car arrived in Mong Kok, Jia-Er and Ai-Ling got out, while Ya-Kun went to park.
They walked for five minutes and arrived at the back alley of a building. Jia-Er led Ai-Ling into the alley.
"What kind of job operates in such a dirty place?"
"Ah Ling, you've misunderstood. This is the back entrance of the building. Since the main entrance was closed a long time ago, we have to enter from here." Ai Ling and
Jia Er entered the building, took the elevator to the top floor, and entered the last unit on the right.
After entering, the unit's hall was about 400 square feet, with 30 to 40 seats. From the layout, it looked like a night school classroom.
They followed them into a room at the far end of the wall. The room had a large sofa, and facing it was an office desk, making it look like an administrative office. But
Ailing noticed a statue of Guan Yu next to the room, which struck her as odd—how could education and Guan Yu be related?
Ailing sat on the sofa, but the interviewer hadn't arrived. Jia'er brought her a soda, and after taking a sip, Ailing asked Jia'er,
"Why does this place look like a classroom? I'm here for a modeling interview!" "
This is for teaching models," Jia'er said somewhat uneasily. "I'll go see if the boss is back." Jia'er then ran out of the room.
Shortly after Jia'er left, several men entered the room. The one in the suit sat down in the executive chair, while the others, some with tattoos, stood on either side of her
. "Who are you? Why are you surrounding me like this? I'm here for an interview!"
The one sitting down replied, "We're here to interview you."
Ai-Ling sensed something was wrong and asked, "What kind of modeling agency is this?" "Heh heh heh
, models, karaoke, strippers, huh!"
Ai-Ling was shocked. "Jia-er, you there, explain yourself to me!" Ai-Ling screamed frantically.
"No need to call her anymore, she's run away."
"She betrayed you."
The people chimed in with their own opinions. Ai
Ling forced herself to remain calm and said, "I won't do it. Don't do anything rash, I'll call the police." "
Heh heh! Call the police, good! Look at this!"
The seated man had someone bring over a photocopy of a document. It was a document she had just signed, stating that Ai Ling owed them 800,000 yuan and was willing to work for them to repay it.
Ai Ling couldn't believe her eyes when she saw it, and tears streamed down her face. She understood; it was Ya Kun and Jia Er who had harmed her.
Why was Jia Er doing this? Was it revenge
? At this moment, the men on either side grabbed Ailing's arms tightly. The seated man walked over to Ailing, reached out and grabbed her breasts, rubbing them for a while.
"Hahaha, not bad, not bad..."
"I guarantee you really do earn 25,000 yuan a month, hahaha!"
The room was already full of guests, bustling with noise. Everyone present was a man, ranging from eighteen to sixty years old. Ailing stood at the very back of the chair, only a few steps from the front row. A large floor-standing karaoke machine was placed behind her.
Her image appeared on the forty-inch screen, wearing the long skirt and shirt she wore today and holding a microphone. It turned out that a video camera was filming her in the distance
. As the music began, all the men in the room fell silent, and the lyrics appeared on the screen.
Ailing began to sing, trying to dance like the singers on TV. Slowly, the first song ended, but she didn't have the courage to take off her clothes.
The men in the room shouted, "Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!"
Others yelled, "If you don't take it off, we'll refund your money!"
The crowd continued to shout.
Ailing suddenly felt hot, and her desire ignited. It turned out that the soda Jia'er had given her earlier had been laced with a hallucinogenic aphrodisiac. When
the song started again, Ailing danced seductively. In the slower version, her eyes became alluring and wanton, and her hand, no longer holding the microphone, began gently caressing her breasts outside her shirt. This provocative scene appeared on the screen simultaneously.
The men in the audience immediately stirred, their crotches bulging.
Ailing's hand slowly slipped inside her shirt; although those present couldn't see it, it was obvious she was caressing her breasts and nipples.
Ailing's lip movements while singing sounded almost like moans, and her expression showed pure enjoyment. Several audience members sitting in the front
row couldn't resist reaching out their hands. Ailing didn't stop them, letting them grope her thighs. One hand even reached towards her vulva. Although there was a skirt between them, they could still feel the fleshy opening. The man gently pressed his finger into the opening.
Ailing couldn't help but let out a soft moan, and her vulva began to secrete fluid.
The sound made the men's penises even harder.
During the music-only part, Ailing skillfully avoided those hands, turned her back to the audience, loosened her shirt, and hurriedly took it off, revealing her virginal, snow-white skin and exquisite curves.
(sh! b3 l3 ?7 ?0 }2 `) Ailing sang with her back to the audience. After thirty minutes, the audience shouted, "Take it off again! Take it off again!" Others shouted, "Turn around! Turn around!" As
soon as the music stopped, a fast-paced version started.
Ailing turned around and quickly jumped up. As she jumped, the two mounds of flesh on her chest seemed about to burst out of her bra. The men in the audience began to breathe rapidly.
Ailing grabbed the right strap and pulled it down with the beat. Then she turned around again, and the left strap slipped down as well. Everyone stared wide-eyed, expecting the treasures to be revealed. Unfortunately, Ailing did not take
off her bra before the song ended.
The men present were all aroused, their focus fixed on Ailing's concealed breasts.
Soft music resumed, and Ailing slowly loosened the front clasp of her bra, revealing her full, firm breasts and two virgin pink nipples, a sight that thrilled everyone.
At this moment, a pair of completely naked men emerged; they were her dancers. The men danced beside her, their movements accompanied by caresses of her breasts and kisses on her neck. One of them slowly removed her skirt and panties, leaving Ailing completely naked before the crowd.
Everyone's blood boiled at the sight, and one young man even took out his penis and began masturbating for pleasure. Ailing
continued her frenzied dancing. One of the two men held her breasts, while the other touched her vulva. From the outside, it was clear her thighs were soaked.
Ailing, not to be outdone, took turns stroking the two men's penises.
When the music slowed, Ailing knelt on the stage, and the two men ejaculated a large glob of semen onto her face.
After ejaculating, they left the stage, and Ailing finished her song.
These bold and erotic scenes, viewed on a fluorescent screen, were even more arousing and were all recorded. A
new song began to play, a song without lyrics. Ailing, like a pop star coming off stage to shake hands with the audience, couldn't resist reaching out and grasping the erect penis of the first man in the front row. She squatted down, played with the glans with her tongue for a while, and then began sucking on it. Seeing this, the other men quickly pulled their penises out.
Ailing sucked on each of their penises a couple of times, but along the way, many men reached out and touched her vulva and breasts. The most outrageous act was when one man inserted his middle finger into her vulva
and thrust it in and out. After kissing about forty men, the man in the front row wanted to have sex with her. Two men guarding the venue stopped him, extending two fingers. The man immediately took out two thousand yuan and gave it to them.
The man ran behind Ailing, who was sucking on a penis. He held her slender waist and forcefully thrust his penis into her vagina, pumping in and out. Perhaps
due to excessive excitement, he ejaculated into Ailing's uterus in no time.
Next came a second man. The patrons all took their money, and Ailing was then taken in by about thirty men in turns. Ailing only became more conscious after it was over. She saw that those men
were even trying to sell the videotape of what had just happened. After Ailing regained consciousness, they praised her work performance, saying she had passed the interview and could earn two thousand dollars a night after deducting her debts, but she
had to work six days a week.
Ailing had no choice but to take the two thousand yuan she earned on the first day home.
On the way, she thought to herself: An income of sixty thousand yuan is indeed very attractive. Since I've already done it once, I'm not afraid to do it a second time. As for what the future holds, who knows!

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