Sell yourself once with a contract

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Zhang Yan was conflicted. She wanted to escape her current predicament, but how easy was that? She had once dressed up heavily and presented herself to Director Zhou, implying that she would do anything for a 20 million yuan loan. But the old man actually said something like, "Don't you think you're a bit too old?" She was angry

, but she couldn't just wait to die! Biaozi wasn't someone to be trifled with; if she couldn't repay the loan, who knew what he might do?

For several days, Zhang Yan was at her wits' end. She felt exhausted every morning and listlessly soaked herself in the bathtub. The warm water made her feel a little better as she smoked and pondered her troubles.

Zhang Yan had been in the workforce for years, but her luck had been terrible. Everyone else seemed to make money, and she envied their efforts, but when it came to doing something herself, she always lost money. Now, in her thirties, she was still like a kite flying in the sky, never reaching the horizon. Last year, a slight misstep almost brought her to the point of jumping off a building. Although she had managed to get through it all by begging and pleading, the debt was due soon, and where was the money?

Someone had advised Zhang Yan that her bad luck stemmed from not having a man by her side, and that she should get married! Zhang Yan thought to herself, "What do you know?" She had no education, no capital, so how could she possibly succeed in the construction industry? If she had married earlier, she probably wouldn't be where she was today!

Thinking of this, Zhang Yan felt a surge of energy. She stubbed out her cigarette, stepped out of the bathtub, and stood in front of the full-length mirror.

She chuckled, thinking of Fan Dawei.

With a goal in mind, Zhang Yan suddenly perked up. She applied breast enhancement cream in front of the mirror, scrutinizing herself as she did so. She noticed she had indeed aged considerably in recent years; her breasts had sagged a lot. Last year, she hadn't even used breast enhancement cream. Of course, being touched too much would make them sag. She made a face at the mirror.

A few days ago, she had met Fan Dawei at a social event and noticed that the way he looked at people was different. Heard that he had a batch of projects, if only—

Zhang Yan watched her breasts swell up like they were being inflated, and her own hope swelled too. She subconsciously darkened her nipples, pinching and pulling them outwards with her fingertips. If she could get a project, things would be easier with Biaozi. Besides, with a project, she wouldn't necessarily have to hang herself on that old geezer, Director Zhou. Zhang Yan put on a thin black t-shirt, feeling a bit more confident. This breast enhancement product really worked; she didn't even need a bra anymore.

After spending a while applying makeup, Zhang Yan picked up her phone, checked the business card, and called Fan Dawei. The phone rang for a while before a woman answered, saying in a sweet voice that Mr. Fan wasn't there, and then hung up. Zhang Yan froze, her hand holding the phone unable to put it down. I have to go. Zhang Yan was desperate.

Zhang Yan arrived at Fan Dawei's office just in time; the female secretary had just sat down, smoothing her slightly disheveled hair. "Looks like he got intimate with that Mr. Fan," Zhang Yan thought. Before the female secretary could get up to stop her, Zhang Yan had already pushed open the door on her right.

"Mr. Fan, it's really not easy to see you! I made an appointment, but you weren't here. Luckily, it was on my way, so I came to see you. Don't you recognize me?"

"How could I? Please sit down! It's Ms. Zhang. I couldn't get you to come even if I asked. Is something the matter?" "Yes," Zhang Yan could tell that Fan Dawei had recognized her, but his eyes didn't have the same look as the first time. He just slept with that little slut? What a stroke of bad luck. Zhang Yan thought to herself, but didn't show it at all. "I heard that you, Mr. Fan, have a lot of projects on hand. Could you give me some to do? I'm starving." "Are you starving because you're on a diet? Look at your figure, so good, all the right places are in place, unlike me, all fat!"

Looking at Fan Dawei, who was slumped in the large chair and chuckling, Zhang Yan heard a glimmer of hope in his words. She walked to Fan Dawei's desk, leaned forward, and offered him a cigarette. Fan Dawei's eyes immediately swept over Zhang Yan's low-cut neckline.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm really here to beg you. You won't just leave me to die, will you?" "I do have projects, but I don't know if Mr. Zhang is willing to take them, or if she can handle them." Fan Dawei put the cigarette in his mouth, holding a rolled-up set of blueprints in his hand, gesturing towards Zhang Yan.

In Zhang Yan's view, Fan Dawei was implying that she was willing to provide him with special services.

"I'm afraid it's not big enough for me, Zhang Yan, to handle!" Zhang Yan smiled ambiguously at Fan Dawei.

Fan Dawei narrowed his eyes, staring straight at the middle-aged woman in front of him. A mischievous idea suddenly rose in his mind. He had indeed been with his female secretary earlier, and at this moment, Zhang Yan's face was really unattractive; the female secretary was much younger than her. But since this slut had offered herself up, he had to let her taste his flavor. Thinking this, Fan Dawei picked up the phone and said to his secretary outside the door, "Xiao Wang, I need to rest for a while. If anyone calls, just say I'm not here.

" Hanging up, Fan Dawei said to Zhang Yan, "So, how much do you want? There happens to be a 900,000 yuan project here. A pair of sisters just came to ask for it!" "

Really? Why didn't you give it to them?"

"They refused to do it, and even when they reluctantly did it, it wasn't up to standard, so I didn't give it to them." "Then they worked for nothing?"

"What can I do? It's not like I asked them to do it; they offered it to me themselves. Don't you think so?"

Zhang Yan gasped. He was warning me. Fine, I'll take the plunge. Zhang Yan made up her mind.

"Then give it to me." Zhang Yan casually put her handbag on the sofa, stood up, and walked to Fan Dawei's side. "

Don't try to get close to me. Go! Lie down on the coffee table." Fan Dawei said with a forced smile, his eyes like an eagle eyeing its prey.

"Don't do this! Why are you doing this, Mr. Fan?" Zhang Yan's eyes showed a hint of resentment, her voice tinged with helplessness.

"You're dressed so sexily today, isn't it just so you can ask me to give you a favor?" Fan Dawei gestured for Zhang Yan to hurry up.

Zhang Yan had no choice but to walk to the sofa and lean her upper body on the coffee table. The coffee table was so low that Zhang Yan had to stick her buttocks up. Was this coffee table designed for this? Zhang Yan thought.

"Oh, you're really wearing a thong."

Two slaps, and Zhang Yan received two slaps on her buttocks, two red marks immediately appearing on her white skin.

"Hey, be gentle. Do you think this is a prostitute's game?" Zhang Yan's hand reached behind her back towards her buttocks.

"You have to be more obedient than a prostitute. I'm not paying the price of a regular prostitute. Otherwise, you'll end up like those two sisters. Take off your pants and spread your buttocks."

Zhang Yan felt a wave of humiliation, and tears were about to stream down her face. She wanted to stand up and say, "I don't want your lousy project anymore." But she simply didn't have the courage. She needed the project, and only Fan Dawei had it. However, she couldn't just endure his bullying, being treated worse than a prostitute. Just as she was caught in this dilemma—wanting to resist, yet unwilling to resist, wanting not to resist, yet unable to not resist—Fan Dawei's large hand pressed down hard on Zhang Yan's waist. Zhang Yan twisted her body, but it was useless. Zhang Yan felt a sense of relief. Anything a woman does under duress can be justified by her own self-consolation. What other choice did she have?

Zhang Yan obediently pulled down her underwear, spread her legs wide, and stretched them straight, waiting for Fan Dawei's attack.

Looking at Zhang Yan's raised buttocks, Fan Dawei's erection grew. He grabbed Zhang Yan's hands behind her back, making her face support her upper body weight.

Zhang Yan wasn't unfamiliar with anal sex. Before she had established herself in society, she had willingly let a guy who needed her help do it; her experience was nothing but pain, with no pleasure whatsoever. But that time, the guy had applied some kind of oil to her beforehand. After that, she felt like she couldn't completely empty her bowels for a week. In short, she was afraid of anal sex.

Something hard pressed against Zhang Yan's buttocks, causing her a sharp pain. It had actually entered her.

Zhang Yan was too tense; it turned out Fan Dawei hadn't penetrated her anus, but her vagina. Her vagina was much looser, and although she wasn't ready, it was dry and stinging, but bearable. She felt Fan Dawei free one hand to squeeze her breasts.

With Fan Dawei's in-and-out movements, Zhang Yan quickly felt slippery and involuntarily moaned.

"Scream louder, you slut!" Fan Dawei thrust vigorously, his hips slamming heavily against Zhang Yan's buttocks with a thud. Zhang Yan's face rubbed back and forth on the smooth coffee table, her moans becoming less clear.

It had been a week since Zhang Yan had been in the mood for sex; the debt had overwhelmed her. Fan Dawei's powerful thrusts awakened her desire; she felt the fluid gushing out, the splashing sounds reaching her ears. She was getting into the mood.

Fan Dawei had been having sex with his female secretary half an hour ago, and now he was penetrating Zhang Yan. Initially, he wasn't particularly passionate; it was more of a prank. But when he held her full breasts in his hands and felt her tightly enveloping him, he experienced pleasure. In fact, his penis became hard inside Zhang Yan's vagina.

His increasingly hard penis, naturally, wasn't satisfied with the loose vagina, so Fan Dawei set his sights on her anus.

Like a jackhammer being driven into a crack in concrete, a strong jolt sent an unbearable pain through Zhang Yan. She desperately tried to spread her buttocks apart, biting her lower lip, afraid to make a sound.

"Cooperate!" Fan Dawei shouted. "If you can't even lay the foundation, how can I trust you with this project?" Zhang Yan pitifully lifted her buttocks again, her head already against the wall. A thick, heavy stake was slowly but irresistibly pushing into her body. A splitting pain condensed into a string of tears that dripped onto the coffee table, transforming into the number 900,000 and settling into her memory…

Holding a decoration contract for the west wing of a wealthy private club, Zhang Yan didn't even have the heart to look at it again. The bright red round official seal that had just been stamped looked more like an anus stretched taut by an external object.

A week later, Zhang Yan recovered, paid off her debts, and took out a loan to buy a car. Sitting in the comfortable driver's seat, Zhang Yan smoked. Through the windshield, a young woman with a patch of white belly exposed was swaying towards her, her arm around a middle-aged man's waist. An almost imperceptible smile crossed Zhang Yan's face: It feels fucking good to have money in your pocket. As long as you can think positively and endure it, what does it matter where the money came from?

[The End]

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