Real estate PR girl

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Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt somewhat dazed. My long, black hair was disheveled, obscuring half my face.

My naked body was voluptuous but lacked luster. My breasts stood high, with a white, sticky patch between them. My lower body was completely
naked , my labia slightly parted, and some fluid glistened between my legs.

I couldn't remember how many times I had examined my own body after a man had finished with his act, my mind
blank. Then, I would numbly go to the bathroom to wash myself, and then slowly put on my clothes in front of the mirror. A black, transparent
lace bra and thong, black fishnet stockings, a black tank top and a miniskirt. Finally, I would put on my black
high heels , pick up my handbag, and leave that place where I had been violated.

A year ago, I joined this real estate agency. The company's main business was promoting luxury housing developments, and I
wanted to be a saleswoman because of the hefty commissions. A fully furnished villa cost 4 to 5 million yuan, and a 2%
commission would amount to 80,000 to 100,000 yuan. It wasn't that easy. For the first three months, I brought in quite a few clients, but
didn't sell a single apartment.

On the first day of the fourth month, I was scolded by the boss, and I felt terrible. 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 a hostess with her legs spread, leaning against a customer in a slightly ajar door of another private room, letting him touch her.

My face felt increasingly hot, but then I suddenly remembered Mr. Chen.

Mr. Chen was the most financially capable homebuyer I'd met in the past few months, 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 an apartment, he actually hugged me in the room and tried to kiss me forcefully, lifting
my skirt above my thighs. I slapped him, but he wasn't angry. When he left, he still
grinned and told me to contact him again.

Back in the private room, my girlfriends were also quite drunk. Sister Gao pulled me aside and said, "Don't hold your breath
, come on, let's sing." I said, "I got scolded all morning, and I'm still feeling awful." "You're
so inflexible. Look at me, my sales are always pretty good," Sister Gao
said with a laugh as she drank. I thought about it and agreed, then asked, "Sister Gao, what's your secret? Tell me quickly!" "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? What else can we women rely on but our bodies?" After saying that, she glanced at me out of the
corner of her eye and continued singing.

I slept fitfully all night, and when I woke up in the morning, I inexplicably called Mr. Chen. I
went to , walked around for a bit, and then, feeling a little tired, sat down on the bed. Mr. Chen lit a cigarette, squinting
as he scrutinized me, his eyes fixed on my legs. I felt very uncomfortable under
his
gaze. He sat down beside me, his hands becoming increasingly restless, caressing my thighs. I tried to stop him, embarrassed, but he wouldn't listen; 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." Suddenly, he
pushed me down onto the bed, frantically groping my body. I immediately remembered what Sister Gao had said the night before, "What does
a woman rely on if not her body?" I closed my eyes and let him touch me. He unbuttoned my shirt,
pulling up my tight vest and ripping off my bra. I felt his lips approach my nipple, wet and slippery
. One of his hands was already inside my underwear, stroking my pubic hair. A slight pain shot through me, and I
felt a jolt of electricity run 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 covering my chest, the other pulling down my skirt,
and whispered , "I, I..." He stood up, straightened his clothes, and said, "I'm leaving the day after
tomorrow. I might have time to look at apartments again tomorrow. You decide what to do," and then walked away.

After a sleepless night, thinking of the considerable reward, I arranged to see apartments with Mr. Chen again the next day. As soon as I

entered the room, 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, slowly, slowly, 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 felt my whole body burning. "Yes, that's it. Okay, tell me about your pubic area, hehe.
What are all these things, and what are they for?" he pressed on. My face flushed red as I pointed to my pubic hair and said,
"This, this is mine, my pubic hair." "What's it for?" "It's... it's for men to see and touch."

"Okay, continue." I then pointed to my labia and said, "This is my vulva." After saying that, I felt incredibly
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
a man 's cock." "Hahahaha," he laughed as he walked over, inserting a finger into my
lower body. "And what's this?" I went limp, wanting to block him with my hands but not daring to. "It's my pussy,
for men to fuck." He moved his finger in and out while unzipping his pants. I closed my eyes. My vagina was
suddenly stretched open, and I immediately regretted it. I tried to push him away, but it was too late. He was already
thrusting into me 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 sold my body.

From then on, my sales gradually improved, and I had nearly 300,000 in my bank account.

I knew exactly why; I was working like a prostitute, earning money with my body. I
thought: it's just a few times anyway, no one will know. I'll just persevere, and once I save up 500,000, I'll quit.

The boss called me into his office, opened the sales performance report, and praised me enthusiastically: "Not bad,
Xiao Wang, your performance is steadily improving, and you have quite a few potential clients!" 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 touched me...
He shoved me away, yelling, "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, 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, shouting angrily, "Get away!" Just then, I saw the image on the TV screen: a man
riding on top of a woman, his hands tightly squeezing her breasts, and that woman was me.

My vision blurred, my body felt drained of all strength, and I just sat there blankly. He
took the opportunity to undress me. "I'm promoting you to business manager, ah, haha, such big tits..." He
bit and licked my breasts, lifting my skirt and pulling down my panties. He pulled me onto his lap
, spreading my legs and supporting 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 . He lewdly laughed, "Your little cunt feels so good being fucked, ah, haha." I stared blankly at the TV
screen, where I was being held by another man, my head being held, his mouth being pounded by a thick penis... I
heard him shouting "bitch, bitch" in my ear, ejaculating inside me.

I became a business manager and also the boss's personal secretary. My main job was to accompany clients he considered "
important " and satisfy 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 this fire pit. He went through
the motions to train us in etiquette, public relations, and so on. Unexpectedly, one of our instructors was a professional prostitute.

We followed that prostitute, learning how to use our bodies to make men more comfortable and satisfied.

On the last day of training, the boss had someone deliver several sets of clothes to each of us, saying they were work uniforms. When I
got to the fitting room, I saw that besides tank tops and miniskirts, they were all revealing underwear. After changing,
the other women and I 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 each woman, repeatedly saying "good, good," and 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, come,
let's test the results of your training." The woman, sensing the situation, knelt down before him, unzipped his
pants, and began licking and sucking his penis. He groaned with pleasure. We all kept our heads down. Suddenly, he turned to
me and said, "Little Wang, you've done a good job with the training. Tonight, you'll help me 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
some laughter and conversation, their ugly faces were revealed. One touched my hand, while the other directly stroked my inner
thigh . The boss gave me a wink, and I understood. I bent down, unzipped one of the guests' pants, and
brought my mouth to his. "Let Little Wang entertain these two well, ah, haha," the boss
laughed shamelessly. I looked up at the guest and gave him a flirtatious wink, saying in a coquettish voice, "Boss, your penis is so
big," before diligently sucking on 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 a blowjob to one
customer , while my other leg was spread wide open for another customer to thrust into. The boss grinned lewdly 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." At this moment, the customer who said he wanted to rest pressed down on my
back again, his erect penis pressing against my anus. "Your little slutty asshole is so tempting," he said, and I
immediately understood what he wanted to do. A sense of dread 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 tightness all over my body…

"The photos are quite good," they said, looking at
the photos . 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 would always be
the masters of this world.

The boss seemed to be inspired by this incident and wanted to have a photoshoot taken for all the employees in our public relations department.
Two photobooks were taken, one with ordinary photos of me in various outfits, and the other with photos of various explicit poses.

I seemed to have gotten used to it all, letting myself be posed in front of the camera. I lifted my skirt, exposing my genitals, sat with
my legs spread, parted my labia with my hands, pinched my nipples, and touched my vagina with my fingers…

The boss said the regular photo albums were for regular customers, but he also said he was going to set up a membership club
, providing a different photo album for special members to choose from for companionship. I asked him, “Isn’t this prostitution
, boss? We’ll get caught.” “Haha, don’t worry, it’s a membership club, very safe!” He said,
pushing me against the wall and lifting 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 would
let me go because of our relationship. “You? Haha, of course, of course. How did you… how… with them…”
"Same here." He thrust forcefully, and hearing this, I felt a sense of relief, a feeling of liberation. He continued,
"You're number one, number one, 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 slut, and you're still complaining? Crying?

I'll fuck you to death, you bitch!"

From then on, we stopped using names at the company, only numbers. I was number one. Every day at work,
the boss would gather us in the conference 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 came to spend money. Hong Kong businessmen, Taiwanese businessmen, government officials,
police officers... all sorts of people were there. I also saw through it all; no matter how respectable someone was normally,
once they became a member, they all changed. 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 phone line has
become a habit. By day, we are enviable high-paid white-collar workers; by night, we are sex
toys moaning under men's bodies.

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 underwear, spread my legs in front of all the clients, and separated
my labia with my fingers. The men were all panting heavily, their eyes shining. After a short break, the next
program was us dancing naked on stage. I saw that almost every man had an erection.

Next, the boss had us introduce ourselves one by one on stage. Standing naked on
stage no longer felt too ashamed. I said, "Dear members, hello, I'm Club Number One.
Some of you have already had sex with me. I'm very flexible, with big breasts and a big ass, and my pussy is incredibly wet and horny. I
like to be fucked from behind, with a big cock thrusting in and out of my pussy, and I get very wet.
I hope to serve more customers in the future, thank you!" Then, the other girls
introduced . 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 which from a close-up photo of our genitals, they could ask her to do something
.

The slides were played one by one, but no one guessed correctly. My photo was shown, and surprisingly,
someone guessed it right. I had no choice but to insert a dildo into my vagina in front of everyone, then
pull down the customer's pants and kneel down to suck his penis. The men could no longer restrain themselves; they rushed forward like
madmen , 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 all 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…

That's how we are: dressed, we are proud white-collar women; undressed, we are lowly prostitutes. To be
humiliated by men, to please their penises with my body—this is my fate.

[The End]

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