[The Story of a Nightclub Hostess]

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The Story with a Nightclub Hostess

Note: This post is from a brother, and some brothers have supported it, but the content may be relatively simple, so

some brothers may find it unexciting or unstimulating. However, these are all real experiences from my own or other friends. The main

point is authenticity. Perhaps because the forum doesn't allow too much detail when I first wrote it, that's why it

feels . The key to reading my post is: authenticity. All of them are real experiences. They may not be my own

experiences, but they are definitely from real life. I cannot disclose the specific sources.

All future posts belong to this series.

Sitting in the car, with the air conditioning on, listening to music, and looking at the beautiful women outside the window—short skirts, beautiful legs, low-cut tops, large breasts,

lace-clad buttocks…—fully enjoying the pleasure brought by various flesh colors, at this moment, a familiar figure comes closer from my

field of vision . Black hair, black tank top, black tight pants, black sandals, fair

skin, large white breasts… Could it be her? Six months ago, I had many passionate nights with a young woman named Ling. In my mind's eye,

this woman, who looked remarkably like Ling, was clearly displayed before me. Only now did I realize it was merely a resemblance.

With a slight regret and a touch of nostalgia, I closed my eyes, and it seemed I was back in February of this year,

in the story of Ling and me… (I blushed at myself, a bit too sentimental… :))

Slightly tipsy, my buddy and I went to the best nightclub in our hometown.

Because of the upcoming Spring Festival, business was booming, and everyone was spending their hard-earned

money in various ways. Nightclubs had become one of the places where modern men sought excitement and pleasure. Since my buddy was

a hardened cop, the staff were very polite. After a short wait, a girl led us to a

5… We were in a small private room,

but because business was so good, the audition process I was expecting didn't happen. Most of the girls were already booked, and

I'd already seen the rest in the main room and had no interest in them… So, my friend and I

sat there, drinking and singing, feeling bored for about half an hour, when we heard a knock at the door.

A mature, voluptuous, and slightly wild woman entered our room, holding a walkie-talkie. Her attire and demeanor

told me that this woman was Mami, the "Ling" I mentioned earlier. After some polite small talk,

since my friend was the cop in charge of the area, she was exceptionally enthusiastic. She downed two glasses

of red wine leaning against him, swaying and staggering. My friend took the opportunity

to touch her thighs and breasts, which made me really… f***ing… Envious, perhaps Ling noticed me beside her, and politely shared

a glass of . After all, it was our first meeting. I didn't witness the scene between Ling and my buddy earlier; instead, Ling

was very polite to me, which made me marvel at the level of her acting skills.

My buddy said that the two of us men were too boring, and Ling immediately understood, saying she would pick out a few pretty girls for us right

away. But you know, all wolves are the same; the pretty girls were being devoured by the wolves who arrived earlier.

Several none were satisfactory. My buddy, indiscriminate in his choice, picked a so-so one and immediately began to use his kneading, kissing,

pinching, poking, and probing techniques. I, on the other hand, remained alone. Perhaps my later conquest of Ling was related to my unfortunate lack of a

sedative this time… Ling apologized for not being able to pick out a suitable girl, and I pretended to be a gentleman, saying that singing alone

was actually quite nice (so hypocritical). After exchanging a few simple pleasantries with Ling, her walkie-talkie started

ringing . Ling politely said she was busy, and I cooperated by telling her to go ahead with her work.

Ling came again during the night, but her greeting was just a formality. This time, aside from not

performing any of her "kung fu" on Ling's prostitutes, I was basically no different from the other customers. My buddy, on the other hand, did everything

except insert his "thing" into the prostitute's vagina. Finally, after paying the tip, the owner personally waived

our private room fee (corrupt, shady, damn it...). My buddy led me to a late-night food stall,

and that's when I realized he had arranged to meet the prostitute he'd just "ravaged" for after-work snacks. And then... I was sweating bullets,

seriously doubting if she'd even show up. Just as I was wondering how to kill time tonight, two women walked towards our table.

One was the prostitute, and the other was Ling. I was surprised Ling came too, and my buddy hadn't

expected it . At that moment, I vaguely felt pleasure getting closer and closer.

After we sat down, I learned that this woman and Ling were close friends, so they came together. Naturally,

the woman chatted warmly with my friend, while Ling and I started talking. I learned that it was near Chinese New Year,

and one of the women had gone back to her hometown, saving her the trouble of managing over 100 women. It was really tiring; she worked

until 2:00 AM every day, and then occasionally had to have late-night snacks with customers, finishing around 4:00 AM before finally going home

to shower and sleep. At that

moment, I realized that Ling wasn't as materialistic or mercenary as I had imagined. As a woman, getting to where she is today must have been a difficult journey. After nearly 40 minutes of conversation, besides wanting to talk to her, I also

wanted to understand the details of a woman's life and increase my experience with women.

The late-night snack ended, and my buddy, sensing my lustful intentions, drove off with XJ to give me time. Before

leaving, he encouraged me, hoping I would succeed, because he and several other long-time suitors also wanted to sleep with

this woman, but hadn't been able to make a move for various reasons. Ling asked how I was getting home, and I said my

buddy had taken the car to a brothel. If I was going home to sleep, I could just hail a taxi. Ling then asked what

if I wasn't going home to sleep. Of course, I wouldn't waste this opportunity to take things further, so I said, "Then I

'll be with you tonight." Ling said, "How about we go to my place? It's quite cold outside." I was so excited I almost shouted

out loud . Going to a woman's house for the first time—it was my first time, and my heart was pounding. So I agreed without hesitation

, and we got into Ling's car, a Buick Excelle HRV, a nice mode of transportation for women.

We arrived at Ling's house quickly. After changing my shoes, I entered the room. The room wasn't large, and the living room and bedroom were a bit messy.

Perhaps the nature of her job made Ling too lazy to tidy up. I stood awkwardly in the bedroom. Ling generously

offered me a seat and let me watch TV while she tidied up the bedroom. I guessed that Ling was cleaning up

our mess, trying to create a better environment, and also trying to calm her slightly awkward

feelings.

Afterwards, Ling went to take a shower, while I watched the boring TV alone. Soon, Ling finished showering and looked at…

I walked into the bedroom wearing Ling's pajamas, my throbbing erection making my blood boil. Ling smoothed her wet

hair , smiled at me, and said, "Let me peel an apple for you." My attention was still lingering on Ling's full, mature

body, so much so that I only agreed after she said it twice. As we ate the apple Ling had peeled, we chatted. Ling

told me that she had a daughter who lived in her hometown. She had divorced five years ago; her husband gambled all day, and before

the divorce they had nothing. Afraid that her daughter and this man would suffer in the future, she took her daughter back. A

single woman raising a child was very difficult. She had tried many jobs, but they could only provide for basic

needs . By chance, a friend suggested that with her looks, working as a hostess at a nightclub might be a good option

. Due to the pressure of life, she had no choice but to take this path. However, she never went out with clients, no matter how much money they offered

. But twice, she drank too much and became incoherent, and was taken to a hotel by a customer and had sex with him.

When she woke up, she wasn't in too much pain. After all, she already had a child, so she was more realistic. The customer gave her a lot of money, and

she bought many things for her daughter and herself over those two days. After working as a prostitute for two years, she had

many , and since she was getting older, she became a mama. Although it was tiring, the income was

much higher than that of a prostitute. Many nightclub owners invited her, and now she could say she had no worries about food and clothing.

However, she felt very tired and empty from drinking and socializing every day. Last year, she found a lover, a married man. They had a good relationship, but the

man's wife was very strict, and now their contact has become less and less frequent. She still loves this man, but

she doesn't want to break up his family. As she talked, I noticed that Ling had tears in her eyes. Listening to her story, my lower body

was no longer so aroused. I felt the hardships of a woman. I asked her why she chose to confide in me. She

said that my appearance was at the right time and in the right place. She met me when she was emotionally vulnerable and

felt that I wasn't so vulgar... I was speechless. Actually, I'm just as vulgar as all the wolves. Sigh. I secretly admired

my own acting skills and eye contact...

I also talked about my situation, but it was mostly fake, and I talked about

experiences that women would admire and envy. I felt the time was right. When she turned around to make the bed, I took the opportunity to lay Ling down on the bed. I gently

expressed my feelings for her, hoping that tonight would be unforgettable for us. After a brief resistance from Ling, our

tongues intertwined, and our hands caressed each other's bodies. When I finally managed to take off my pants (it's winter,

so undressing is the most troublesome, damn it), and was just about to take off Ling's underwear, what happened next was something I didn't expect. Ling

refused sex with me. No matter how much I teased or begged, she just wouldn't let me.

It wasn't this difficult when I was with my wife. Damn it. I was so frustrated I almost raped her, but I had no choice but to give up. I'd spent

hours trying, and this was the result... No wonder my friend said it was difficult. Ling's perseverance and persistence only

fueled my determination. At this point, I could only use a roundabout strategy. We chatted for a while afterward, but I

didn't continue my advances. I took a nap, and when I woke up in the morning, we exchanged contact information. I left her house. Ling had

a good impression of me, but perhaps mature women understand men's motives better, so I didn't succeed in the end.

The whole country enjoyed a happy Spring Festival. During that time, Ling and I exchanged some New Year

's greetings on the day of the festival. I felt that Ling missed me. Women are indeed emotional creatures. You need to use your gentleness and feelings

to win her over. I used all the ambiguous language I could think of in the text message, but it wasn't cheesy. Ling was very

happy . I thought I was close to winning her over.

As both of us expected, my buddy and I went to the nightclub again. Of course, my buddy was still

looking for new prey, while I was more interested in finding Ling. I had texted Ling beforehand to let her know I was coming. This time, I

still didn't order any prostitutes. My buddy, as usual, started showing off his skills. After two songs, Ling entered our

private room. I could tell that Ling had deliberately dressed up, and she was dressed more conservatively than usual. This

wasn't my imagination; I was definitely the reason for these subtle changes in Ling. Since Ling was working, we

only chatted for a while. Ling told me to wait for her until she finished work. This time, Ling didn't flatter my buddy; I think it

was probably because I was there.

At 12:30, Ling actually came over to tell me she was off work. Obviously, Ling was earlier than usual. My

buddy also left with another prostitute. I got into Ling's car again. This time, our destination was still her house.

In the car, Ling told me that her lover had come to see her in the morning, brought her some New Year's gifts, and then left.

She really hoped that the man would stay a little longer, but unfortunately he didn't. I think Ling probably wanted to have sex, but she

probably didn't even realize it herself. Physiological and psychological changes are often imperceptible to oneself. I... acted as

the one to fill Ling's emptiness.

The process was the same. It was indeed very cold outside, and even with the air conditioning on, it was still a bit chilly. This time

, we both got into bed. I decided to make my move early. We continued kissing and caressing. Ling still wouldn't let me penetrate her. This time, I didn't give up.

I kept using my tongue and fingers to attack Ling's earlobes, neck, nipples, and genitals. Ling's fluids flowed all over my

hand. I thought Ling had given up resisting. I took out my penis and inserted it smoothly. It was hot... no,

it scalding hot. Ling screamed and gripped my back tightly with both hands.

Like a student who had just been praised by the teacher, I vigorously moved up and down. The blanket on my body affected my movements, so I pushed the blanket off to the ground.

During the high-amplitude movements, I ejaculated, of course, inside the condom. We didn't change positions, but we were both

very happy. I didn't pull out immediately. Ling kissed my chest and shoulders, and I conquered a

young woman … Then came the second and third time. Actually, by the third time, I wasn't very interested anymore,

but looking at Ling's hungry eyes, I still did it… I didn't wear a condom the third time because if I did

, I wouldn't be able to get an erection.

For Ling's sake, I didn't tell my friends about it. Because the holiday was over, I had to leave

my hometown . The day before I left, Ling and I spent another night together, this time in a hotel, because her daughter was back.

Ling knew that after I left, it might be another year before she came back. Ling said she could come see me when she had time. I didn't respond,

because I felt that having a woman like this was enough. Only by giving up the women I had already possessed could I have the opportunity to meet

women I hadn't yet possessed. I chose to give up, and we never contacted each other again. Ling seemed to be quite good at this kind of game;

she never contacted me proactively either. A beautiful story remained in our memories.

Back to reality, a constant stream of beautiful young women and mature women are entering my field of vision. Yes... we must keep

striving and learning. The greatest pleasure in life is to sleep with good women and find a decent one. Let's summarize this, my fellow wolves,

experiment more, and learn more...

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