Go to a prostitute after the interview

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In the summer of 2000, I arrived in Shenzhen. Friends who were there that year might remember how incredibly hot July and August were; you'd be drenched in sweat the moment you stepped outside. But with my meager resources, I had no choice but to squeeze onto non-air-conditioned buses (there were quite a few minibuses without air conditioning back then, and the fare was 50 cents cheaper) every day to try my luck at the job market. There

were just too many job seekers; every booth was packed, especially the sales and clerical positions—it was absolutely crammed. Since I studied marketing, I could only squeeze into the very end of the longest lines.

I sent out countless resumes, hoping for a good start, just to get a job. I didn't care which company it was; I often received interview invitations, but most of them ended in failure. Sigh, what can I do when I didn't attend a top university?

Lying on the floor of my tiny five-square-meter room, shared with three other people, I sighed and dreamed, with a hopeful hope, that someone would call me to work the next day.

The opportunity finally came. A company in Luohu notified me of an interview. It was supposed to be at 3 PM, but I waited until almost 5 PM and still hadn't been called. Apparently, the business manager had extended the waiting time for the people ahead of me. I was pacing anxiously in the lobby.

Just then, I heard a sweet voice: "Are you here for the interview? I've seen you've been waiting for a long time." I turned around and saw a young woman standing behind me, holding a teacup. She was about 170cm tall, quite voluptuous, with fair skin, probably in her early thirties. She was wearing a business suit with a skirt, revealing her plump calves, which even seemed to gleam faintly.

"Yes, I was supposed to be at 3 PM, I don't know what happened," I said nervously, blushing slightly.

"Let me check for you," she said, taking her teacup inside. Her high, full hips swayed, making my heart pound.

A moment later, she came out, smiling, and said, "Xiao Ma hasn't finished his interview yet. How about this, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting so long, I'll interview you myself. Come with me." I followed her into an office, puzzled. The sign on the door read "CEO." My heart skipped a beat; what was her position?

After settling down at the next table, the young woman took out a very elegant business card and handed it to me. She then sat down at the next table opposite me. I looked at it: Zhang Ping, CEO of XXX Company China. I was taken aback—so young!

"Don't be nervous," she said, smiling, "we're all young people. I just looked at your resume and think you're a driven and insightful person. I wasn't transferred here from the US headquarters for long and am not very familiar with the Chinese market. If you join our company, we'll need your help a lot." She smiled, revealing a set of pearly white teeth, her right hand habitually touching the ring on her left hand. I noticed a diamond ring on her ring finger.

Seeing her so easygoing nature, I gradually relaxed. When she asked about my views and understanding of the relevant market, I started to talk at length. I used to work on similar products at a company in Zhongshan, and I've always been interested in this area, so I could give a decent answer.

She listened patiently, nodding occasionally. Suddenly, she noticed I was starting to stammer. She looked over curiously and saw me staring at her lower body.

She had unintentionally spread her legs, and I could see her panties at the bottom of her stockings—a semi-transparent black lace panty with a few sparse pubic hairs peeking out.

She blushed, quickly closed her legs, and said, "Look at you, so refined, yet so dishonest. How will your wife trust you in the future?" I chuckled and didn't dare say anything.

"Well then, you can go back now and wait for our news," she said, standing up as if to see me out.

I went home with a heavy heart, feeling a bit annoyed. We had a great plan, why did I have to look at her underwear? I'd ruined another good job.

Back home, I was in a terrible mood. I bought a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) to numb myself, and found my roommate, Xiao Wang, had also returned. "How's your job? Didn't you say you had a chance to get into Huawei?" I asked him. This guy was an electronics whiz; he missed Tsinghua University by a few points back then, and now he'd chased after love to Shenzhen, only to lose both love and his job. The former high achiever was now crammed into a tiny 5-square-meter room with two other people. I couldn't help but lament the unfairness of life.

"Ugh, don't even mention it. I got top marks on all the exams, and the head of the electronics department even told me to report for duty next Monday. But as soon as I submitted my application to HR, that bespectacled woman insisted I couldn't get into Huawei because I didn't graduate from a top university. What kind of bullshit rule is that!" "Huawei is that powerful? That's too much!" "..."

We drank Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) while cursing the unfairness of the world. Before we knew it, we'd finished a bottle. We're not big drinkers, and we didn't have any snacks to go with the drinks, so we were getting a little tipsy.

"Damn it, I'm unlucky too. The interview was going well, but then I accidentally saw that woman's underwear. Looks like I'm out of luck. Damn it!" I got angrier and angrier.

"Then why didn't you sleep with her? How dare she not hire you..." Xiao Wang was also a little out of it and started bragging.

"Let's go for it. Afraid of her?"

"Haha, you little rascal, that blonde from the hair salon downstairs tries to seduce you every day, but you never dare to go for her." "Pshaw, that Sichuan girl calls you 'handsome' all the time, so sweetly, do you dare go for her?" "Okay, let's try it and see who's bolder. Let's go down." "Fine, let's go! Afraid of you?" Slightly tipsy, we staggered downstairs, entered the hair salon, and plopped down on the sofa. There were about five or six attractively dressed girls in the salon. We passed by here every day, so everyone there recognized us as residents of this building, including the blonde and the Sichuan girl we just mentioned.

When Golden Retriever and Little Sichuan saw us arrive, they quickly greeted us, "Hey, handsome, you're here. Let's get a massage." Golden Retriever's eyes were watery and captivating. I realized that aside from her heavy makeup, she was actually quite pretty, with a slender waist and fair skin, especially her hands, which were so delicate and white. I felt a surge of desire, and with the alcohol taking effect, I exclaimed, "Yes, a massage, you're the one!" Golden Retriever cheerfully led me to the inner suite. I saw Little Wang and Little Sichuan go into another room. The massage room wasn't big; it was partitioned off by a screen. After placing a bed, there wasn't much room left, but the screen reached the ceiling, so the soundproofing seemed decent.

Golden Retriever helped me lie down. Her hand was in mine, feeling soft, smooth, and comfortable. She giggled a few times, pulled her hand away, poured me a glass of water, and began kneading my breasts.

I'd never had a bone-setting procedure before, and I didn't know what it was like, so I could only passively let her massage me while we chatted idly (she called it "exchanging pleasantries").

It turned out her name was Xiao Shi, and she was from Hunan. Because her family was poor, she couldn't afford much schooling, and lacking education, she couldn't find good work. She was even tricked into losing her virginity by a fellow villager, and later, through an introduction from another villager, she entered this line of work.

"Are you used to being touched?" I asked, half-drunk.

She was taken aback at first, then laughed and said, "You men are all the same, all lustful. I thought you were a decent person, you see-it-all. Hehe." She lightly patted my chest.

She was truly beautiful when she laughed; at first glance, she resembled Yang Simin from the novel *Jin Ping Mei*. Her breasts swayed slightly, clearly quite large. I wondered if it was the alcohol emboldening her or she was simply too daring.

I touched her breasts—good heavens, she wasn't wearing a bra! Seeing that she didn't resist, I slipped my hand inside her bra. They were so big, so soft, so warm; my heart felt like it had been struck by lightning. Although I'm not a virgin, I know very little about sex, and I got excited immediately, my little brother becoming erect.

She started taking off my clothes. "You know what? I've noticed you for a long time. You look a bit like my eighth-grade Chinese teacher, but you often pass by here, yet you've never come in." She said with a hint of resentment.

My hands weren't idle either. One hand caressed her breasts, while the other slipped down, through her thin panties, touching her lush forest. The fire in my heart burned brighter and brighter.

By then, she had unbuttoned my shirt. I jumped up and impatiently ripped off her clothes. She was so beautiful! A body as white as jade was revealed before me, her figure perfectly proportioned, her breasts full and firm; her round, white buttocks; her long, flowing black hair—everything about her was exquisite. Add to that her pretty face, with its half-smile and a hint of shyness, and I thought she was a fairy.

If I could still resist, I'd be a saint. I took only five seconds to remove my clothes (of course, she had already unbuttoned them). My penis was already swollen like a rock. I pushed her down onto the massage bed, let out a low moan, and thrust inside. "You haven't worn a condom yet," she whispered beneath me.

I was startled. Oh no, I must have gotten infected! I quickly stopped, not knowing what to do.

"I'm not sick. I just got checked the day before yesterday. I'm usually quite careful," she said softly, her face flushed.

I relaxed and started thrusting into her hard. Apart from a few times with my girlfriend before, I had never been with any other woman, so I had virtually no sexual experience. I was just "fierce," fast and deep.

She started moaning, and her vagina became increasingly wet. She was excited too. With each thrust, her plump, white buttocks pushed forward. Every time I thrust deep inside, I felt a tingling, hot, itchy, and swollen sensation. It felt like something was gripping me in her little hole. I felt incredibly good. This was something I had never experienced with my previous girlfriends.

I felt like I couldn't hold on any longer. The pleasure came so quickly. I still had no experience. I desperately grabbed her plump, white breasts and thrust about 20 more times. I couldn't hold back any longer, and with a "hey," I ejaculated.

I might have gripped her too hard; her face turned pale with pain. I looked down and saw a large bruise on her plump, white breast. A wave of guilt washed over me.

"I'm sorry, I hurt you. I really didn't mean to, I was just too excited." "I know, I'm not blaming you. Are you happy?" "Great! By the way, how much?"

"It's voluntary, I'll only charge you the massage fee." She said this with a hint of shyness.

"How can that be? You have to pay." I pulled out the only 200 yuan I had and gave it to her. She hesitated for a long time before finally accepting it. I saw tears welling up in her eyes.

I knew she was hurt that I had treated her like a prostitute, while she had treated me like her middle school Chinese teacher. I didn't say anything more, turned around, and left. Xiao Wang was already waiting for me outside; he seemed to have sobered up too. We smiled at each other, both feeling a little awkward, and fled the hair salon as if escaping.

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