A delightful trip to Sanya

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In the last few years of the last century, I remember it was a sweltering summer. I finally escaped from my busy schedule and
immediately boarded a plane, excitedly heading to Hainan Island. A few hours later, the plane descended rapidly,
piercing through the pale gray clouds, and landed with a whoosh at Sanya Airport. I hurriedly stepped out of the cabin, and suddenly, a wave of oppressive
heat hit me. The suffocating heat felt like being in a sauna. My previously dry body
instantly became damp with sweat. I frowned, sighed helplessly, and then took a deep breath. Instantly, a torrent of heat rushed down my throat and into my stomach. Ah, my entire body 　　evaporated
from the inside out .
Looking at the unfamiliar, scorching, humid, and undulating land of Hainan, I felt an even greater love for
my hometown in Northeast China. How wonderful it is there! Although it's also summer there, the sun isn't as scorching as in Hainan; instead, it's
gentle and tender, warming you without making you sweat. Occasionally ,
a sudden breeze will blow by, like a girl's soft little hand playfully brushing across your body
, making you feel refreshed. You close your eyes, ready to savor the caress of this cool breeze
, but the mischievous girl seems to be teasing you; after a few light strokes, she disappears
without a trace.
Only by getting into a taxi could you temporarily escape the relentless torment of the scorching sun. When the taxi finally entered
the small town of Sanya, looking at the subtropical plants along the roadside, and at the local Hainanese people everywhere—wearing sun hats, short
and dark-skinned, with high cheekbones and protruding front teeth—I felt as if I had arrived in Guagua. Listening to their
garbled local language, my feeling of being in a foreign country became even stronger.
After getting out of the taxi, to continue escaping the scorching sun, I hurriedly went into a tourist hotel. Looking at
the smiling faces of the receptionists and listening to their friendly, yet not-so-fluent, Mandarin, I felt as if I had
returned to southern China in the blink of an eye. So, I put down my travel bag, took out my ID card, and was about to hand it to the receptionist when suddenly,
a beautifully dressed young woman appeared out of nowhere. She wore a thin, short floral skirt, and her two slender, fair legs
were delicate and white.
A young woman in a short skirt smiled and took my ID card: "Sir, please sit down and rest for a while
. I'll help you with the check-in!"
Before I could reply, she had already slipped behind the counter and immediately switched to Cantonese to speak with the waitress.
I didn't sit down in the lobby; instead, I wiped my sweat and looked around the lobby. I
noticed more than a dozen pretty women who didn't look like travelers, some sitting, some standing, some pacing
expressionlessly. Their sharp eyes scanned every corner of the lobby, as if searching for some
target.
The young woman not only helped me with the check-in but also picked up my travel bag and insisted on taking me to my room
. I deliberately slowed my pace, following behind her. Looking at her brightly colored, extremely revealing clothes
, her round, fleshy buttocks, and her slender, white legs, I finally understood: she must be a prostitute
.
"Sir," I was right. After briefly introducing the layout of the room, the woman
abruptly changed the subject: "Would you like me to serve you?"
She then looked at me with a seductive gaze, deliberately thrusting her ample breasts forward. Her soft cleavage
seemed like a bottomless abyss, utterly alluring, making this lecherous man want to dive in
and see for himself. So, I asked directly, "How much?"
"Three hundred!" The woman held up three slender fingers. I shook my head, "Too expensive!"
"Sir," she said, her fingers pointing downwards, provocatively parting my sweat-soaked outer garment:
"Three hundred yuan. I will serve you for an hour and a half. Do you think that's expensive?"
"Hehe," I chuckled mischievously. I'd experienced the so-called "one and a half hour service" many times in the mainland, but
in front of this woman, I deliberately pretended not to understand. So I shrugged: "Hehe, this kind of thing
can be resolved in ten or eight minutes. Who has the fighting power to last an hour and a half?"
"Sir," the woman not only pushed aside my coat but also wrapped her arms around my neck,
saying in a slightly mocking tone, "So you're a foreigner now. The service I'm about to provide you is not that simple or that rough
!"
"Isn't that how it is between men and women? What new tricks can your service have?"
"Sir," the woman pressed her face close to my cheek, "If you're willing to pay three hundred yuan, I'll
do it for you right now. I guarantee it will leave you with a warm memory, so you'll always remember Hainan, remember
Sanya, remember this hotel, remember me..."
"Who are you?" I suddenly remembered her name and hometown. After being intimate for a while, I couldn't possibly not even
know her name. Besides, whether her answer was true or false, I'd just take it as true. The woman
casually replied, "Ningning, from Sichuan."
After agreeing on the price and exchanging names, the matter got straight to the point. The Sichuan girl,
Miss Ningning, diligently helped me undress, then had me lie face down on the bed. "You're all set," she said, "I'll go get the supplies!"
With that, Miss Ningning swayed and went into the bathroom. The so-called supplies she brought out were nothing more than a small
leather bag, a plastic basin filled with warm water, and a dozen disposable cups. The Sichuan girl placed the bag
beside her pillow and the basin on the bedside table, then began to feign shyness as she loosened her clothes. My head was pressed against the pillow
, my lustful eyes never idle, greedily scanning Miss Ningning's naked body. Seeing this, Ningning
was about to pull down her panties when she suddenly stopped, blushing, and turned her head away, saying, "What are you looking at! You're so lecherous!"
Ningning walked towards the bed wearing only her panties. I was suddenly startled to see a round little mound protruding from the bottom of her panties
. I teased, "What, miss, you have a little penis too!" As I spoke, I put my hand
inside her panties: Wow, the labia of this Sichuan girl are so big, they're making the panties stick out.
"Hehe," Ningning pushed my hand away, giggling as she sat down beside me and began to give me
a normal massage: twisting my neck, pounding my back, tapping my buttocks, kneading my legs, tickling my soles, cracking my toes... and then...
She opened her small purse, took out a box of face powder, and began applying it to my body, handful by handful. Finally, she
applied it to her own body, especially her nipples, until her entire body was covered in a pinkish-white hue. Then she climbed onto the bed, pressed herself against me
, and rubbed her body against mine. Her two cute little nipples playfully tapped against my back. The feeling
excited me greatly. I silently muttered to myself: "Hmm, this is getting interesting. Looks like the three hundred yuan was
well spent!"
It was clear that Miss Ningning was working very hard, her body sliding down my back,
her breasts resting on my buttocks, swaying dramatically from side to side. Especially her two mouthwatering
red nipples, repeatedly probing into my buttocks, often touching my anus.
A strange pleasure instantly spread throughout my body, and my penis gradually hardened, ready to
stir again. "Hehe," Prostitutes are particularly sharp-eyed; Miss Ningning grabbed my
penis, "Sir, you get hard so quickly! Hehe,"
she said, releasing it. The young lady stopped the physical contact, picked up a cup,
scooped some warm water from the basin, held it in her mouth, and leaned down. Instead of spitting the water onto my back, she kept it in
her mouth and gently traced her lips and tongue across my body, licking away the remaining face powder with her tongue and
spitting it into the spittoon. Then she would hold the water in her mouth again and lick it clean. Once the face powder was gone, Miss Ningning climbed back onto
the bed, stuck out her little tongue, and licked my body from my neck to my hind legs. While I was enjoying
Miss Ningning's kisses, I asked Chuanmei, "Miss, what's the proper name for that thing you just did?"
"Hehe," Ningning chuckled shyly, "Call, call, call over the water!"
"And now?" Ningning continued kissing, pressing her pearly lips tightly against my skin, deliberately
making a smacking sound, and answered without looking up, "Wander!" This went on for more than ten minutes before
Miss Ningning finally raised her head and sighed, "So tiring, sir, my tongue is numb from licking.
Sigh, earning money is really not easy!" Muttering to herself, Miss Ningning reached into her purse again, took out a
small bottle, unscrewed the cap, and
applied some ointment of unknown origin to my buttocks, especially around my anus. I became even more excited: Ah, the exciting moment was about to arrive! After roughly cleaning up my anus,
Miss Ningning began to lick my asshole! You don't know, in the late 1990s,
even five hundred yuan wouldn't get you a prostitute to lick your asshole in Northeast China, but in Hainan, three hundred yuan was enough, thank God! I wonder how good Miss Ningning
is at anal licking; judging from her performance just now, she must be pretty good!
"Sir, do you need anal stimulation?" Ningning gently rubbed my buttocks repeatedly with one hand, while pressing
her other finger against my anus, asking softly. I readily agreed, "Yes!"
"Okay," Ningning sweetly responded, lightly tracing her fingertip around my anus before slowly inserting it
. Instantly, a feeling of fullness made me groan softly. Ningning stopped,
asking with concern, "How is it? Does it hurt?"
"No, it feels so wonderful," I lewdly asked Ningning, "Miss, when you have sex,
do you feel this way when a penis enters your body?"
"I don't know," Ningning shook her head, "I don't know, I've never had anal sex!"
"No, I mean," I reached over and pinched Ningning's large labia through her underwear, "Miss, I
mean, when a penis enters this place, doesn't it feel wonderful too?"
"Hehe," Ningning giggled for a while, then, while giving me anal stimulation, she enthusiastically discussed
the experience of sex with me. I never expected that this Sichuan girl was not only very dedicated but also very talkative. Her slender fingers made my
anus round and wide, and her little mouth made my penis hard and swollen. I couldn't hold back any longer and really wanted to
turn over and hug Ningning for a good time. However, I didn't want the wonderful anal stimulation to
end like this, so I suppressed my burning desire and continued to enjoy Miss Ningning's indescribable anal stimulation. With
Miss Ningning's slender fingers constantly moving in and out, I had this feeling: I paid money, but Miss Ningning
fucked my anus!
Miss Ningning finally withdrew her fingers, took out a wet wipe, and repeatedly wiped my already torn anus .
Then, she bent down, spread my buttocks with both hands, and stuck out her tongue again,
licking my anus with a gurgling sound. Ah, the unforgettable "anal licking" finally began!
Ningning's little tongue circled around the anus a few times, and finally, she pressed the tip of her tongue against the wide-open anus, just
like a cocoon, wriggling and burrowing inside. The feeling was indescribable, simply
heavenly. The cute little cocoon writhed inside the anus for a while, then slowly emerged,
licking around the anus again, and then burrowing into the even wider anus.
This went on for five times. Miss Ningning released my buttocks, got up, picked up her cup and gulped down some water
. Then, she made me turn over. After rinsing her mouth, Ningning filled it with warm water again, and with a
seductive smile, she lay on my chest, her little mouth roaming over my breasts. I closed my eyes happily, spread
my arms, and passionately caressed Miss Ningning's body. Miss Ningning's pearly lips wandered down her chest
to her hairy belly. She spat the warm water she was holding into a spittoon, sipped it again, and
gently took my red, glistening glans into her mouth. I became even more excited; my anus
was still open, and my urethra swelled again. Seeing Miss Ningning so diligently giving me oral sex, I was overjoyed.
I arched my back, my body thrusting upwards with pride, my burning
glans pointing straight into the depths of her throat.
Having traveled all over the country and met all kinds of women,
I've rarely seen one as dedicated and skilled as Miss Ningning. Under my frenzied thrusting, Miss Ningning didn't try to dodge like other prostitutes;
instead, she welcomed me with a smile. At the same time, to lessen the impact, Miss Ningning skillfully held my thighs down.
Her small mouth deeply engulfed my penis: "Sir, you're crazy, behave yourself." As she spoke, Miss Ningning spat
out my penis again and took my testicles into her mouth, playfully yet skillfully licking them. I finally "behaved
," grabbing Ningning's two small hands with both arms and involuntarily groaning. Miss Ningning
sucked on each of my testicles for a while, then spat them out and licked them from bottom to top with her tongue, all the way to the glans. Miss Ningning
gently sucked on my glans with the tip of her tongue while asking me, "Sir, do you know what this is called?"
"Yes," I calmly replied, "Ants climbing a tree!"
"Hehe," Miss Ningning laughed, "It seems you often see women, quite knowledgeable!" After saying
that, Miss Ningning took another sip of warm water, and began to suck and spit my penis even more vigorously, with
extremely large movements. At the same time, her little head twisted vigorously from side to side, giving my penis a strong, spiraling
gripping sensation. I sincerely reached out and stroked Miss Ningning's beautiful hair. Without raising her head, Ningning thrust
even harder: "Sir, is it comfortable? Is it good?"
"Good!" I raised my head, enjoying watching Miss Ningning's exaggerated oral sex movements. At the same time,
I pressed my palm down on Miss Ningning's head. Suddenly, a strange thought surged into my mind: Damn it, I might as well
just ejaculate in her mouth!
The thought had barely formed in my mind when I began thrusting my hips forward with ill intent, my hand pressing firmly against Ningning's head, refusing to let go.
At the same time, I tried to generate the urge to ejaculate. Most importantly, Miss Ningning was very cooperative, her little head
twisting left and right even faster. I gritted my teeth, and—*sss*—a torrent of thick semen gushed out instantly. Miss Ningning's wet mouth
suddenly felt warm, her head immediately stopped twisting, and she hurriedly pulled her hand away from mine, her little mouth gaping
open as her penis spilled out—*whoosh*—a pool of white liquid gushed back from Miss Ningning's mouth. Ningning picked up her
cup and quickly rinsed her mouth: "Sir, you're so naughty! I really couldn't hold back anymore, why didn't you tell me?"
"Hehe," I smiled smugly, thinking to myself: This is exactly the effect I wanted. If I had told you,
wouldn't I have ejaculated all over the place? What would be the point then! As Miss Ningning wiped the remaining
semen from my penis, she asked, "Sir, are you alright?"
"Of course," I replied
. "Alright then," she said, helping me put on a condom. "Come on, get on!"
But suddenly, my penis wouldn't cooperate, quickly going limp. It struggled for a long time before finally penetrating
Miss Ningning's place. I cursed and ripped off the condom. Ningning suggested, "Sir,
you can rest for a while."
So, I had to haggle with Miss Ningning again. Finally, she asked me to add another two hundred yuan.
I first took a shower, then ate a hearty meal, and then, regrouping, I went back into action.
The next morning, after having morning tea, I had just stepped out of the hotel when a man about my age
approached me with a broad smile: "Sir, where are you going? Need a ride?"
"I want to go to Tianya Haijiao (End of the Earth), how much?"
After agreeing on a price, I got into a taxi. The driver, while driving, made small talk with me:
"Sir, judging from your accent, you're from the North, right?" After receiving an affirmative answer, and learning my
purpose for coming to Hainan, the driver seemingly casually asked: "Tourism, oh, you're here to have fun? What kind of fun do you want
? Women, have you had any fun with women?"
"Yes," I half-jokingly imitated the man's accent. The driver smiled at me: "Where did you go
? From the hotel?" I nodded. The driver grinned: "Wow, too expensive, sir, you got
ripped off by a brothel. Five hundred yuan, you can have ten women!"
"What?" I was startled, turning my face to stare blankly at the driver, who lit a cigarette:
"What, you don't believe me? If you want to have some fun, I'll take you to find some prostitutes right now, fifty yuan a shot, sir, want
to try it?"
"Heh heh," I lewdly chuckled, "Who gets up early to have sex? Wait a minute, let me
go to the ends of the earth for a while, then I'll find some brothels!"
"Hey," the driver, eager to pimp out, sighed, "What's so fun about the ends of the earth? It's just a big reef
. Sir, I'll take you to find some prostitutes instead, the fare is negotiable!"
"No way," I insisted, "I've come all this way to Hainan, I have to make a
point of seeing that big reef, otherwise the trip won't be worthwhile. Buddy, you not only have to take me to the ends of the earth, but you also have to
take a picture of me under that big reef, a lasting memento..."
“Okay, okay,” the driver had to suppress his eagerness. “Taking pictures? That’s easy. I
take pictures for customers all the time. I’ve handled all kinds of cameras! When we get to that big reef, I’ll take lots of pictures of you
so you’ll never forget it!”
Before we knew it, the big reef had come into view. The driver gestured that
we had arrived. We got out of the car, and the driver took the camera, snapping away absentmindedly for a while
before handing it back to me. I insisted on going to Luhuitou. The driver finally lost his patience: "Sir, it
's so hot! Why not do something enjoyable instead of climbing mountains under the scorching sun? Sir," he said, thrusting his hips
forward, "in this sweltering heat, with the sun so fierce, why not find a cooler place and have
some fun with a prostitute? That would be so much more enjoyable!" I had no choice but to abandon my plan to climb Luhuitou Mountain, and climbed back into the car. The driver stepped on the gas
, and the car swerved, slowly slipping out of the tourist area and back onto the highway, speeding towards the
distant, rolling mountains. Looking at the Sanya city area gradually disappearing behind us, I asked the driver, "What, are we
heading towards the countryside?"
"Yes," the driver nodded, "Only in the countryside is it cheap to have sex! It's not far," perhaps
worried I'd be worried about the fare, the driver said reassuringly, "We'll be there soon, it won't cost much,
I'll definitely give you a discount when we settle the bill... Look," the taxi rounded a coconut grove, and a small village suddenly appeared
ahead. The driver told me, "Sir, we've arrived. There are prostitutes everywhere here, young and cheap, and
they come from all over the country, from every corner of the world. Sir, once you're here, you must be open-minded and not worry about the money. "
" Go all out and be the emperor for once!"
"Hehe," I chuckled, looking at the rows of identical, monotonous houses, and asked the driver
, "What's the name of this place?"
"Red Sand Village!" The driver jerked the steering wheel, the car swerved, and sped into Hongsha Village.
Instantly, the dust on the roadside was startled, billowing up and scattering, settling
on the heads, shoulders, and bodies of pedestrians along the streets. Then, it landed on
the face of an idle man sitting by the roadside. The idle man immediately stared intently at the taxi, observing its indifferent, suspicious, and cunning expression
. He seemed to know the taxi's purpose and greeted the driver in a language no one could understand
, even waving his withered arm, presumably suggesting that the underground brothel in the back alley had new stock!
However, the driver ignored the idle man, turning the car around again and entering
an alley completely opposite to the direction the idle man had suggested. Just as the driver was about to stop the taxi in front of a two-story house, a
young man sitting at the door waved his hand at him: "No more!" "This is the first time I've understood the
locals since arriving in Hainan Island," the driver said, sticking out his tongue. "What? No cargo? Everyone's at work! Heh heh, so busy!" Looking
at the motorcycles parked in front of the houses, I sneered, "Heh heh, looks like business is booming!"
"It's peak tourist season now!" the driver explained. "The more tourists, the busier business here! Don't rush,
keep looking, there are brothels everywhere. The only problem is you might not have enough money, or you might not be strong enough, or your little brother might not
be working!" The taxi circled the village a few more times before finally pulling into a three-story villa with a courtyard.
A thin man stepped out of the building and approached the taxi. The driver whispered to me, "Sir
, this is the biggest place in Hongsha Village." He didn't say "brothel," but instead whispered even
lower, "Later, that man will take you inside. There are plenty of girls there. You can
choose whichever one you like, and then go to the room for sex. " "You'll be happy, hehe,"
the thin man said, opening the car door and nodding politely to me. The driver also got out,
greeting the thin man as he followed me, looking curious as he entered the building. After navigating a long
corridor, the thin man grinned and pushed open a door. He didn't say anything, but simply gestured for me
to come inside. I stepped forward, my eyes already scanning the room: wow,
it really was an underground brothel! Dozens of women were sitting or standing inside, and several others were playing
cards. Seeing me enter, they all looked up, and I saw this group... Pheasants: some tall, some short; some fat,
some thin; some black, some white, and some withered yellow; some with large breasts, some with small breasts, and some with
flat chests like an airport runway; some with long legs, some with short legs, and some with medium-length but thick and strong legs; some with
big eyes, some with small eyes, and some with medium-sized but lifeless eyes, even somewhat dazed. I quickly
looked around, and none of them could compare to Ningning's level. I was quite disappointed: "Oh dear,
what are these? They're all so round and eggy, like eggplants left unharvested after autumn,
not a single one has grown properly!
" "Sir, which one do you like?" Seeing my hesitation, the thin man behind me urged,
"Just pick whichever one you like, don't be shy!" "I was even more embarrassed. I hadn't found anyone I liked
. Who was I supposed to choose? Just then, a few women moved around in the room, and a crack appeared. I saw
a woman in her twenties lying on a bed, her long, beautiful hair spread out on the pillow, a magazine in her hand.
Sunlight streamed in from the window, falling on the woman's voluptuous body. My eyes lit up. In the sunlight
, the woman's high breasts gleamed alluringly, especially her two long, slender legs, white with a rosy tint
, soft and supple. The woman moved the magazine aside, and I was startled again. What a beautiful woman!
So, without thinking, I decisively raised my arm: 'It's her, I want her!'
'Hmm—?' Before the thin man could answer, the driver behind him exclaimed inexplicably. The thin man waved his arm somewhat awkwardly, signaling the driver to be quiet, and then calmly asked me: 'Sir, 　　can't
someone else do you want?'"
“
No,” I answered without hesitation, “No, I want her!” The pretty and sexy young woman inside
glanced at me haughtily, then, with even more arrogance, moved her arm to cover her beautiful
face with a magazine. The thin man behind me said, “Sir, you’ve come at the wrong time today. She’s on her period!”
“Then forget it!” The young woman was so nonchalant. I hadn’t taken a liking to anyone else. After hearing the thin man’s explanation,
I turned and left. Because the pimping attempt failed, the taxi driver looked very dejected. He gave me a sly look,
shook his car keys, and listlessly walked to the car. The thin man, on the other hand, displayed the magnanimity expected of a businessman . Even if the
deal didn’t go through, he remained polite and saw us out. I sat back in the car and didn’t
say a word to the driver for a long time. Finally, the driver spoke up: “Sir, your standards are too high!” “
It’s not that I have high standards,” I retorted angrily, “the quality is terrible, the quality is so low, they all
look so skeletal, they don’t even make my dick hard, how am I supposed to do anything?”
“But,” the driver said with a bitter smile, “it’s only fifty yuan, what kind of woman do you want? Of course, they won’t
be as pretty as the ones in the hotel, those cost five hundred yuan!”
“The one lying on the bed is quite pretty, but she’s too pretentious. Aren’t they all prostitutes? The customer
is God, why the hell are they acting like such a grandson! …”
“Hahaha,” before I could finish, the driver burst into laughter: “Sir, your taste
is indeed good, but she’s not a prostitute.”
“If she’s not a prostitute, what’s she doing mixed in with a bunch of prostitutes?” I cursed again, continuing, “Is she just
pretending to be pretty because she’s poor, thinking she’s good-looking, trying to stand out from the crowd
!” “
Sir,” the driver slowed down, turned to look at me, and said, “She’s the boss’s wife, sir, you should…”
"When you ordered her, did you notice how embarrassed and annoyed the boss was, yet he couldn't vent his anger?"
"Heh heh," I chuckled dismissively, "vent his anger on whom? Who
told her to hang out with a bunch of prostitutes? Besides, in some situations, to satisfy customers, the madam has to personally serve
them."
"Hehe," the driver suggested, "Sir, if you think the fifty-yuan chickens are too poor quality, there are better ones in Hongsha Village
, but they'll cost twice as much, one hundred yuan a night. Sir, would you like to take a look?"
"Okay," I readily agreed, "Then show me what the quality of the one-hundred-yuan prostitutes is like!"
"Of course, much better than the fifty-yuan ones! You get what you pay for!" The driver, while maneuvering the steering wheel,
muttered under his breath, "Actually, what's the point of looking good or bad? They're all the same thing down there. Just grab it
, do it, pay up, and leave. Nobody knows anyone else. It's just for a quick fix, not to marry
someone. What does looks matter?"
"That's different," I retorted confidently. "The pleasure and the experience are completely different. I'd rather bite into a fresh peach than
eat a basket of rotten apricots. That's my basic principle when it comes to prostitution! I don't lack women; I'm after the thrill!" "
We're here," the car had already driven out of Hongsha Village and stopped beside a vegetable field. Looking ahead,
the road was too narrow for the car to pass. So, the driver and I got out and
walked towards a bungalow deep within the vegetable field. Rounding a banana tree, two ugly local farmers emerged,
their dark cheeks covered in stubble, their sunken eyes darting around, staring at me suspiciously. Despite the sweltering
heat, they wore thick blue overcoats, the ripped fronts dripping with sweat, and a pungent odor wafted from them.
I held my breath and quickened my pace. The driver turned his head, probably muttering to himself, "Look at those heads
! Dressed like that, they dare to come out looking for prostitutes!" As he spoke, we reached the door of the bungalow.
In the sunlight, a brand-new motorcycle gleamed. The driver muttered, "Wow, business is good.
Looks like there are customers inside! " "So, the driver swaggered into the bungalow, chattering away for a while.
A fat man in his forties came out with a broad smile and walked straight towards me: 'Sir, please come in.
There's a fan and tea inside!'
'Sir,' the driver said, 'the boss said his girl is the prettiest in the village. The price
is one hundred yuan. How about it? Are you interested?'
'Okay,' I sipped my tea, thinking to myself: I don't care if she's pretty or not, I have to agree. Otherwise,
the driver will be furious if he can't get the pimping job. I'm a stranger in this place, so I can't be too demanding. Besides
, a mere banknote is nothing! I'll just treat it as a joke.'
The fat man then announced that he only had one girl available and she was working. He then advised
me to wait a moment, offering me tea and cigarettes. Finally, he simply moved a large bamboo tube over and
smiled at me: 'Sir, would you like to smoke some water pipe?'" “
Okay,” I readily accepted the large bamboo tube, and with the fat man’s help, I clumsily operated
it while secretly thinking, “I wonder how my luck will be today, whether I can catch a decent prostitute!”
I had just taken a few puffs of my water pipe when I heard hurried footsteps behind the small house. The fat man laughed, “They’re done
, sir, they’re done. You can go now!” With that, the fat man led me to the back of the small house. Damn it,
there was another small house behind it, but it had no windows. A row of screens stood in front of the empty windowsill, and
a rusty iron lock hung on the door. The two guys who had finished their business had obviously climbed from the screens to the windowsill
and then jumped back to the ground. It seemed that if I wanted to hire a prostitute, I’d have to climb up to the windowsill too.
“Sir,” the fat man pointed to the windowsill and said to me, “Things have been tight these past few days. For safety, the door is
locked. You’ll have to make do and climb in from here!”
“Alright, no problem!” I
leaped onto the windowsill, gazing at the screen blocking my view, and muttered to myself: What kind of prostitute
awaits me?
The news of my lost bill after soliciting a prostitute at the bathhouse spread like wildfire among my drinking buddies
. Everyone who saw me first burst into laughter, then, with envy,
declared me incredibly lucky and blessed with good fortune in love! I, on the other hand, felt uneasy, and the thought of the cheerful, kind, and understanding
Tiger Girl only intensified my guilt. Whenever I met up with my friends, I felt like a thief, afraid to walk on
the street where the bathhouse was located. These guys deliberately made things difficult for me, driving around in circles until they eventually ended up on that
street. Even worse, Di Ba Zi would stick his head out of the car window and
shout towards the bathhouse entrance: "Hey, the guy who lost his bill is here, hehe!" "
Every time I woke up drunk, lying on the bed staring at the pale ceiling, I just couldn't understand
why this was happening. What would happen to the bathhouse after I left? The cashier
's helpless expression; the boss yelling at the waiter, maybe even firing him; and that pitiful, pathetic, ridiculous
Tiger Girl would surely unleash her fury, cursing me to the heavens and the earth! But, it's not my fault, is it?
A week later, seeing that my little brother showed no signs of discomfort, my anxious heart finally settled:
Thank God, although the condom slipped off inside the prostitute's pussy, I escaped unscathed!
Since there was no... " Winning the bid emboldened me, and a new thought crept into my mind: this
time, I wasn't just going to patronize prostitutes, but also investigate why the order had been lost, and where
the problem lay. I vowed to remember Chairman Mao's great teaching: "The world fears nothing
more than earnestness," and to investigate this matter thoroughly. This is the epitome of a professional lecher:
incapable of doing anything honest, but obsessed with shady dealings!
Back in the brothel, whenever I chose a prostitute, while we were playfully flirting, I would quietly ask her
, "Miss, have you ever lost an order?"
"No!" she would shake her head. After hearing my explanation, she muttered in confusion, "Strange,
how could such a thing happen?"
The next day, I chose another woman and asked her the same questions, but the answer was still
negative: never lost! Persistence pays off, and finally one day, a tall
woman with long, white legs, after hearing my questions, first angrily cursed, "Damn it, yes, I've lost," then
the long-legged woman sighed, "Sigh, losing a customer is the most frustrating thing. Not only do you get paid for nothing, but you also have
to pay the table fee yourself!"
"Hahaha, as they say: one shot, two eyes!" I lewdly grinned and continued, "Miss, why
did you lose the customer?"
“It’s the waiter’s responsibility,” the long-legged woman explained. “In our line of work, we can’t afford to offend the boss,
and we can’t neglect him either. We have to give him a little something. If you really don’t like him and don’t want
to do ‘that’ with him, then give him a small favor—buy him a pack of cigarettes, a can of soda, a sausage…
Anyway, you can’t neglect him, no matter how much you dislike him. Otherwise, he’ll retaliate. You take a customer, and he’ll
hold onto the order and not pass it to the bar until the customer leaves. When the boss investigates, he’ll just say, ‘
I forgot!’ What can you do about it? You can only yell at him and then kick him out! But we prostitutes
suffer a huge loss, working for nothing. Brother, you’re not a woman, you don’t understand women’s hearts, letting us work for nothing.” " The
feeling is worse than being raped!"
So that's how it is. After hearing the story of the leggy prostitute, the image of that waiter who had asked me for a cigarette at the bathhouse where I'd run off with my bill long ago
suddenly flashed before my eyes: a stiff uniform covering a thin body
; an indifferent face filled with pleading; and those seemingly foolish eyes gleaming with hatred and jealousy—
resentment towards the customers: "Hmph, look at your filthy behavior! You have a few coins in your pockets, and you think you're
something special, bossing me around like servants. And all we can do is obey your
orders and watch you patronize prostitutes. When you're embracing those prostitutes and going crazy, do you know
how we, the waiters, feel?" The creaking of the bed, the wanton moans—they made our hearts itch
unbearably. We're all human, all men, all with that thing, yet you're enjoying yourselves in the room while
we can only watch helplessly. This world is so unfair!
After another bout of drunkenness, Di Ba Zi and I, still wearing bathrobes, stumbled into
the lounge of yet another bathhouse. The girls immediately swarmed around us. After more than a month of continuous battles, I was not only exhausted
but also running out of ammunition. Although I still had the urge to ejaculate, I couldn't release any semen. So, I refused
the girls' advances and, with Di Ba Zi, chose the most secluded spot, asked the waiter for two bottles of beer, and started
drinking and chatting. I took a sip of beer, tilted my head back, and scanned the hall. The women were
darting around, each displaying their allure to attract customers. Suddenly, I noticed
a woman standing before a marble pillar, her face turned towards the hard, cold marble. She wore a low-cut blouse, and her fair
back shone with a captivating softness in the dim light: she was so fair-skinned! I muttered to
myself, "What's wrong with her? With such amazing skin, why isn't she out there soliciting business?"
Thinking this, I stood up, half-empty bottle of beer in hand, and, slightly tipsy, staggered towards
the woman who was lost in thought facing the wall. As I approached, I realized she was wiping away tears on the marble wall
. I walked to the other side of the marble, leaned down, and deliberately brought my face close to hers: "Girl, why aren't you out
soliciting business? What are you crying about here?"
"Eh...eh..." The woman turned around at the sound of my voice, revealing a young, beautiful, plump,
and fair face. My lust was instantly aroused: What a pretty little slut!
"Eh...eh..." Hearing my question, the woman cried even harder, pearly tears
dripping from her beautiful face onto her fair neck, then slowly sliding into her cleavage. Looking at the young lady's tear-streaked face,
I liked her even more: "Girl, who bullied you? Tell me, and I'll take care of them right now. I may not be good at much else
, but I'm quite skilled at fighting! The year before last, I swung a chair and beat a policeman until his head was bleeding!..."
"Ee-ee-ee..." Hearing my words, the young lady stopped sobbing: "No one bullied me, yes, yes,
ee-ee-ee..." The young lady hesitated, and I tugged at her smooth, white arm: "Come on,
let's go to my place. What's bothering you? Tell me. Although I can't help much, I can at least share your
pain!"
"Big brother," I pulled the young lady to my bed, and as soon as her round little bottom sat down
, she wiped away her tears: "Big brother, isn't this upsetting?"
“Who are you calling ‘Big Brother’?” I corrected the young lady. “Look at how young you are, I could be your uncle
. If you keep calling me ‘Big Brother,’ I’ll get angry!”
“Uncle,” the obedient little bitch immediately changed her tune. “Uncle, tell me, isn’t this frustrating? I’ve
been hanging around in the lobby all day, and I finally managed to get a customer, but I lost the order, oh dear…”
“Hahaha,” the guy sitting opposite me burst into laughter. The young lady blushed, "Uncle,
I'm so heartbroken, and you're still laughing at me! This isn't helping me, it's making me even more miserable
!"
"Little girl," I patted her shoulder, "I sympathize with you. I'm willing to share your pain."
"Thank you, Uncle," the young lady said, gently stroking my cheek with her delicate hand. I adopted a gentlemanly
demeanor and said to her in a lecturing tone, "Judging from your appearance, you must be under twenty!"
"Yes," the young lady nodded, "Uncle has a good eye. I'm nineteen this year!"
"What a wonderful age! This is the golden age of life, yet you're giving up on yourself. You're so young,
why do you have to do this? Demean yourself?"
“Uncle,” the young woman argued, “I have done it. I’ve done legitimate work before. I’ve sold fruit and worked
behind a counter, but I didn’t earn enough. My father is sick, and we can’t afford treatment, so I had to do this to earn money for
his medical expenses. But no money is easy to earn. I’m here all day long, and it’s so hard to finally get a customer.”
"But they skipped out on the bill!" At this point, the little bitch started sobbing again: "Eeeeeeeee, eeeeeeee..."
"Little brat," though I addressed her as an elder and gave her a stern lecture, my lustful
heart was already overflowing. While greedily stroking her smooth back, I asked her:
"What's the use of just crying? Do you know why you missed the bill?"
"The waiter was too late to pass it on; the customer had already left!"
"Why did the waiter hold onto the bill instead of passing it to the bar?"
"He said, he said, he said he was too busy and forgot!"
"Not so!" So, I deliberately lowered my voice, pulled the girl into my arms, and
whispered my story in her ear while deeply inhaling the fragrance emanating
from her body: "Wow, miss, what perfume are you wearing? It smells so good!" "
Ah—," the young lady exclaimed after hearing my story, "I never expected the waiter to act like that!
No wonder he always looked at me with that strange feeling! The waiter here didn't mean to take
advantage of me, but I remembered once after I paid my bill, the waiter asked to borrow money from me, and I didn't lend it to him.
Uncle, do you think that's why he deliberately held back my bill from being sent downstairs?"
"Yes," I nodded firmly, "That must be it, girl. You can't lend money. You
worked so hard to earn it, how can you easily lend it to others? In the future, you should learn from experienced waiters and give the waiters
small favors: buy them a pack of cigarettes, or a pack of gum, etc., things that don't cost much
! Understand, little girl?"
"I understand, thank you for your advice, Uncle!" As she spoke, the young lady pressed my already erect
member with her delicate hand: "Uncle, would you like a massage?" “
No,” I said insincerely, “I’m your uncle now. If I did that kind of thing with you,
how could I act like an uncle?”
“Hehe,” the little bitch teased, tears welling in her eyes, “As the saying goes: gambling dens have no fathers and sons, brothels have no young or old! Uncle,”
the girl pleaded, “let’s go, let’s go for a massage. Let’s make a sale for your niece. We haven’t made any money today.
What are we going to use to buy Daddy’s medicine?”
“You little vixen, you’re so clingy!” I forcefully pushed away the little bitch who was sitting on my lap, and
swaggered towards the changing room. The girl called out, “Uncle, where are you going? Are you going home?”
I opened the wardrobe, took out three hundred-yuan bills, and then returned to the lounge. I went to the girl
, waved the bills in front of her a few times, and finally, slipped the bills into her
cleavage through her very low neckline: “Little girl, since you called me uncle, I have to give you a little something!” "Here's the money
, to make up for today's loss!"
"Uncle," the little bitch's eyes lit up, and her tear-streaked face immediately blossomed into a genuine smile, "Thank you,
thank you, Uncle!" Saying this, the girl pounced on me, showering me with kisses.
"Idiot," Di Ba Zi muttered coldly from the side, "I say, Lao Zhang, you're acting like a fool again
. Someone's having sex, and you're paying the bill, and you don't even know them!"
"Shut the hell up!" I cursed at Di Ba Zi, then said, "It
depends on how you look at it. This girl is so cute, so likable. I'm willing to give her money, it's a sincere
reward! It has nothing to do with her losing the bill!"
"Uncle," the girl glanced at Di Ba Zi, then took my arm, "Come on, let's go to the private room, I'll
definitely take good care of you, Uncle!" “
No, no,” I declined, “To expect a return immediately after giving someone a little benefit, that’s not how a man
behaves.”
“Besides,” Di Ba Zi said to the young lady, “you brought your uncle into the private room,
so he still had to pay, didn’t he? Didn’t you make another profit? Miss, you’re so shrewd, so good at business!”
“What are you saying? What kind of person do you take me for!” The little bitch glared coldly at Di Ba Zi
: “I’ll handle this. I’ll thank my uncle, but I won’t let him spend any more money.” The young lady started showing off her
cleverness again: “You know, I told the waiter: ‘This gentleman wants a handjob!’ The waiter then put down
a bill of fifty yuan, and then, hehe…” Di Ba Zi was speechless, and I smiled: “Little girl, you and I have
mutually benefited, but the shop owner has suffered a loss!”
“I don’t care,” the girl tugged at me. “Come on, uncle, let’s talk in the private room. I’ll make sure you
’re satisfied and have a blast.”...
So, I, an uncle-aged customer, and a young prostitute more than twenty years younger than me, held hands and went into the private room
to do something small!

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