Revenge in bed

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Revenge in Bed
I used to respect Felicity very much, treating her with utmost deference and indulgence, but she left. She
took a large sum of money from me, wanting me to buy her many things, and then she left. The money was a minor matter; the most important thing
was that she hurt my self-esteem and deceived my feelings. Only then did I realize that there are good people and hateful
people in the world, and women are also a mix of good and hateful. Felicity was a hateful, beautiful woman.
I only came to my senses after she left. Thinking it over, I knew she would definitely come back. It's math.
When she was with me, it was mainly for money. Of course, a small part was for feelings—for my
kindness to her. With her gone, my source of income was cut off, and I believed she would return in ten months.
Because she took one million yuan from me and left, thinking she was now rich and could spend it all in her lifetime.
She had told me she dreamed of having one million yuan, so I gave it to her, fulfilling her dream. She got it and then left
. But she wasn't rich. When she was with me, she spent over 100,000 yuan a month. It's
hard to cut back when someone's spending habits are ingrained, especially when money comes easily. With a million yuan, it was easy to calculate that it would only last her ten months at most.
But she came back to me after eight months. She called and asked me out for coffee, saying she wanted to ask me some tax
questions. She said I was still her best friend and I could definitely help her. What a best friend! Disappeared for eight
months, only to appear when needed. But since I had already calculated her return, I had naturally prepared a plan to deal with
her. We met and talked for a few minutes, then she suggested renting a karaoke room, a good place to talk
.
In the room, she said that because of the million yuan in her bank account with unexplained origins, the tax bureau had discovered it and wanted her to explain
. She said it was a gift from her boyfriend, and the tax officer said such a large gift was considered income and should be taxed. She received
a tax bill for a considerable amount. She was indignant and asked if she could refuse to pay.
I told her no, because it was the law. She was angry, saying she thought I was a good friend, but it turned out I
couldn't help her. I remained silent. She sang, drank, and occasionally talked about what had happened since we last met. She said she had taken the money
to start a business, but had bad luck and lost it all. She said she didn't have a man. No man? How could that be?
Her real purpose was to get me to give her money to pay the taxes. I used to offer that automatically, but now I've learned
my lesson; I don't bring it up unless she mentions it.
Later, she became quite drunk and gradually moved closer to me. She leaned against me and said she missed the old days, when
she had everything she wanted, and that suddenly losing it was a huge blow to her, making her heartbroken. She even made it sound like I
had abandoned her.
Later, she pulled my hand to her neck, making me press my hand against one of her breasts. It was truly tempting, but I could
resist her temptation because I had already disrespected her. She let my hand stay there, something I wasn't allowed to do before
, unless we slept together, but this time it was okay, because she had drunk a lot and because she had made a request. My hand remained
still; I struggled with her restraint.
She finally couldn't hold back any longer. She grabbed my hand, rested her head on my shoulder, and whispered, "You still haven't told
me about your romantic encounter."
I said, "I've been waiting for you!"
She said, "You're lying! You're deceiving me!" She drew a line across my face with her finger.
I said, "Fine, you lie! It's hard to prove anyway!"
She said, "You haven't even called me in all this time!"
I did call. The normal days for our rendezvous passed, and she still hadn't contacted me. I called her, only to
find her number was no longer active, and I never heard from her again. She had deceived my feelings, swindled my money,
and run away. She knew it herself, yet she was now trying to justify herself. Fortunately, I hadn't lost everything.
I said, "Fate brings us together, haven't we met again?"
She said, "Let's go!"
I paid the bill and we left. She had her own habits; as soon as she said "let's go," I knew she wasn't going home. Sure enough, she
didn't take a car, she just walked, and I followed her. She walked towards our usual meeting place in a hotel room. When we
went up, she seemed a little resentful because I hadn't asked her; before, I had to make the request.
Every time, I'd ask her during meals or movies. Sometimes she'd coldly say "no," and then she wouldn't do it.
But most of the time, she'd say she didn't have enough money, or she needed to buy something expensive. I'd agree, write her a check
, and only then would she smile, but still not say yes or no, just say, "Let's go!" and lead me to a hotel room.
A couple of times, she'd say it wasn't convenient and she had to go home once we were on the street.
Actually, I should have realized long ago that she only wanted money from me, and that if I wanted to sleep with her, I had to pay a price. I didn't
mind paying, but she made me feel so inferior, expecting me to be completely obedient, and I resented that, especially after she left
. This time, I used a different strategy. Since she was the one asking for my help, I didn't have to be so subservient
. Of course, if I respected her, I wouldn't want her to be subservient, which might be a mistake.
The first step was indeed successful. We went into the room, and she sat coldly on the sofa. I went over to hug her, but she pushed
me away. I said, "Then take a shower!"
She said, "I won't!" because I hadn't asked her for anything yet.
I said, "Since you don't want to, let's leave!"
She was taken aback; this was an attitude I hadn't shown before. Before, when she was this cold, I was always the one who had to beg
her, and she would always oblige. This time, I adopted a non-cooperative attitude, and she didn't
know what to do.
I sat on the bed and said, "Sit for half an hour before leaving; leaving too soon is too embarrassing."
She did need my help, and I had to push her until she had no other choice. After sitting for a while, she finally said,
"I'll go take a shower!"
She went into the bathroom and soon came out wrapped in a large towel, leaving all her clothes inside. I remained sitting on
the bed, unhurried.
She waved and said, "You go take a shower too!"
I went to shower as well, and came out naked; she had already turned off all the lights. I sat down next to her, and she said,
"Turn off the bathroom light too!" The light coming from the bathroom wasn't dark enough for her.
I said, "I don't like the lights off!"
In truth, I really dislike pitch blackness, but I can never win against her. If I ask for some light,
she gets angry. This is her strategy to bully me; the more I want to see, the less she lets me, creating a
situation where I'm always dependent on her, like a mule with a stick tied around its neck and a carrot dangling in front of it. The mule walks forward to eat
, but this also moves the stick forward, so it can only walk and never eat. But this time, I didn't ask; I
told her I had decided.
Her face darkened noticeably in the dim light, and she said, "Don't do this!" Her tone softened slightly
. That's how you deal with this kind of woman: she needs something from me, I'm firm, and she softens.
I said, "Don't be so annoying, okay? If you insist, you might as well do it yourself."
I just leaned back on the pillow, cold and unyielding, and she was helpless. In the past, I respected her and didn't want to push her to
the point of confrontation, but this time I wasn't afraid.
After a moment of coldness, she finally said, "Okay, come on, let's do it!" She lay down, then simply pushed away
the sheet covering her, closed her eyes, and became very cold.
She was always cold before, but never this cold. She was usually somewhat cooperative, like touching my
nipples or stroking my penis. This time, however, she was uncooperative. She still wanted to use the same methods, to make
me lose interest, so I had to coax her, to make her change her attitude, and then she could make demands. But I refused to coax her anymore
; I turned the lights off.
She made a soft "ee-ooh" sound and said, "Don't make it so bright!" But I didn't care.
Now I enjoyed it with my eyes. She was truly naturally beautiful; her skin was so white it made her look like a fluorescent tube, or
a statue carved from white jade.
I had only seen her the first two times we had sex, not looking closely, thinking there would be plenty of time. But
after I developed feelings for her, she turned off the lights and wouldn't let me see anymore. The light was brighter than the first two times, so I could see her clearly
.
She was voluptuous, with full breasts and buttocks, a wide pelvis, and a vulva that swelled like a steamed bun, topped
with a large patch of thick, dark, glossy, and soft pubic hair. I could see that her labia minora were pink, complementing her
fair skin, and neatly arranged, not like a clump of animal entrails. Her nipples were small and pink as well. Her armpits
were hairless. She had once told me that she was born without armpit hair, and although she had a lot of pubic hair, she was only allowed to touch it, not
to look at it with the light on.
I knelt between her legs, looking closely. What a beautiful woman, but unfortunately, her heart wasn't so beautiful.
I was highly stimulated visually, my penis was hard, and the angle was just right, so I thrust forward,
the head of my penis pressing against her vaginal opening.
She was greatly surprised, immediately opening her eyes and closing her legs. She pushed me away, saying, "Use a condom!"
She thought I would, like before, touch and kiss her for a long time, and then ask for her permission before penetrating. Aside from the first two
times, she insisted I wear a condom.
I said, "No, it's too boring!"
"No—you can't!" she pushed me away forcefully.
I used to be okay with it, even though I really didn't want to wear one, because I respected her, loved her, and thought she didn't have
other men. But now my thinking is different; I don't want to wear one because I want to change her mind. She said she considers me a good friend
, yet she insists I wear a condom. Wouldn't it be better to not wear one with others? I pushed her hand away and
began to attack forcefully. My glans rubbed against her clitoris and vaginal opening. She felt it, and her resistance weakened
, but she was still pushing me away.
Then she couldn't hold back anymore and said, "Outside… for a while!"
I had worked very hard to get her permission to have contact outside like this before, and I kept my promise that time, enjoying
myself for a while before wearing a condom and ejaculating. That's why she said that now. She has always trusted me and knows I keep
my promises; I always do what I promise. So she asked me to give a verbal promise.
I made muffled "hmm" sounds, seemingly agreeing, but they were really just
sounds of enjoyment. She thought I agreed and let me continue.
But I had no intention of agreeing. Suddenly, I thrust forward, and she cried out, startled. It was too late to push me away;
I was already fully inside her. Her sensations made it impossible for her to resist, so she steeled herself and cooperated.
When she cooperated, it was truly wonderful. Her vulva was plump and tightly enveloped my penis. Without
the barrier of a condom, the flesh-to-flesh thrusting was exquisite. Her technique was also superb. She moaned,
arching her pelvis to meet me, her hands roaming over my body, reaching every sensitive spot she could reach, finally focusing
on playing with my nipples, pushing my sensations to even higher levels.
Until I couldn't hold back any longer, my penis throbbed and swelled, and I ejaculated inside her vagina. This triggered her
orgasm, her vulva sucking at me, and she made kitten-like sounds from her throat. This was another
endearing trait of hers; she would orgasm the moment I ejaculated. Few women are like that. She never said
she wasn't done, nor did she make me doubt her own stamina, which gave me a great sense of accomplishment. Otherwise, she couldn't have fooled me so
successfully.
I withdrew, entering a state of limpness. She started her usual routine again; she gently pushed my shoulder, I rolled away, and she immediately
got up to take a shower. She was always like this, rushing to shower as soon as she was done. She said she was a clean freak; I don't know
if that's true, but it's something you do when you have no feelings for a man. She showered for a while before returning,
sitting down beside me, and immediately wrapped herself in the sheet.
I closed my eyes to rest, but she was very impatient. She nudged me and said, "Hey!" I knew what she wanted to say
. If she didn't ask for anything, she would already be getting dressed and leaving; if she did, she would stay and "chat
" with me.
Actually, she wasn't very smooth. If she were, she would try her best to please me before speaking. Perhaps
this is one of the reasons I find her endearing—she's generally quite straightforward, but sometimes I feel she looks down
on me so much that she wouldn't even bother to flatter me.
I grunted, "What is it?"
She said, "Those taxes, you know I can't afford to pay them!"
I thought she would protest first that I ejaculated inside her without a condom, but she didn't, which clearly shows that this is a normal
thing, and that if others can do it, I can't—it's a mule and a carrot game.
I said, "I know you have no income right now, I'll pay it for you!" She was very happy and
touched my shoulder, unaware of my ulterior motives.
I held out my hand and said, "Give me the tax bill, I'll pay it for you."
She said, "No, give it to me, I'll pay it myself!"
I said, "That's fine too, go to my pocket and get my checkbook, I'll write you a check!"
She brought out the checkbook and pen, and she looked quite beautiful walking around naked, whereas she usually wore a towel. The mule
finally got the carrot.
I sat up and said, "Where's the tax bill?"
She said, "Didn't you just look at the amount?"
I said, "I didn't see the exact amount, it wouldn't be good if it wasn't enough."
She said, "Just give me the exact amount, isn't that enough?"
This was her usual habit; she never gave me the exact amount when asking for money. If she said four thousand, I would write five
thousand; if she said seven or eight thousand, I would write ten thousand. This time, it wasn't so easy for me. I said, "Give
it to me, I need to write down the detailed amount."
She had no choice but to take out the tax form from her handbag, forgetting to conceal it as she walked around.
I used a pillow to hold it down and wrote it for her. When she saw it, her face darkened. She said, "What...what is this?"
"A promissory note!" I said. "It's due in three weeks. You can pay it in the last two days, no
rush."
"But...but...this isn't for me!" she said.
I said, "Of course it's not for you, it's for the government. You can take the check and pay it, and that will solve the
problem."
She was very angry and said, "That's not good. I want you to write it for me, and I'll deposit it into my account!"
"No!" I said, "That's inconvenient. You don't even need to pay it in person; you can just send it by mail
."
Her face darkened even more. I knew she was angry that her scheme had failed. If I had just given her a cash check, she could
have used it and then asked me for the tax form again next time. Now, she couldn't use it; she couldn't misappropriate it.
She threw the check back at me, saying, "I don't want it!"
But throwing a tantrum was useless now, so I said, "Never mind then. I'm leaving too, I'm going to take a shower."
I got up to shower, and when I came back, she was still sitting on the bed. In the past, she would have already dressed and was about to leave.
I started to get dressed, and she patted the edge of the bed and said, "Sit down, let's talk!"
I sat down and said, "What should we talk about?
" She said sadly, "Don't you love me anymore?"
I said coldly, "Go away. If you want me to love you, you'll have to prove that you're worthy of love!"
She started to cry, "I can use this check to pay taxes, but I don't have any money to use. I only have
a few dozen dollars left!"
"Oh!" I said, "Then I'll give you some!" I took out my wallet from my clothes and gave
her two thousand dollars.
She said, "What...what is this?"
I said, "This is the current rate; some people don't even get this much!"
Tears welled up in her eyes. She said, "You...you...what do you take me for?"
I said, "Have you forgotten where I met you?"
I met her at a nightclub. Back then, the price was 1,500 yuan per session. A few weeks later, she stopped
working, and I supported her. All along, I'd been paying her more than ten times that; this was just the basics
.
She jumped up to get dressed, and I got dressed too, like we were having a race to see who could get dressed faster. We were about the same, but
after getting dressed, women need time to touch up their makeup.
I said, "I'm leaving now!" and went to open the door.
She cried again, saying, "Don't go, wait for me."
I said, "Wait for what?"
She said, "I want you back, I want things to be like before." She hugged me, rested her face on my chest, and
burst into tears.
I said, "Can things be the same as before?"
She sobbed, "I made a mistake. I wanted to succeed, I tried to make it on my own, to start a business, but I had bad luck
. Can you forgive me for that?"
This tactic would normally soften my heart, but not this time, because I knew the truth. She
was still lying to me. If she told the truth, if she were truly sincere, I might consider it, but she was still deceiving
me.
I said, "What kind of business do you run?"
She said, "I... I run a bookstore."
I said, "Is it a limited company or an unlimited company?"
"Well... of course it's a limited company." She said, "My capital is limited!"
I almost laughed. I said, "How many shareholders do you have?"
She said, "I... I'm a sole proprietor."
I said, "I'm in business, I know a limited company can't be a sole proprietor; you have to have shareholders."
"But..." she said, "I don't have any."
I said, "Maybe your business is called 'European March Tour'? Is Europe fun?"
She stared at me in astonishment.
I sneered again, "Does Daqiang make you happy?"
Her face turned ashen. "You investigated me?"
I said, "Some things don't need an investigation to know."
"I...my affairs are none of your business!" she snapped again.
"None of my business, fine, you said it!" I said, "I won't interfere now!" I pushed her away and
turned to leave.
She grabbed me again, bursting into tears, "Don't go! I...I'm so poor, I can't live without money,
I'll die without money!"
Her arrogance and stubbornness were gone, her feigned pride was gone, she needed me. I felt a surge of pleasure
; her behavior had tormented me so much.
I said, "You have a husband! What about Daqiang? Doesn't he know how to spend money?"
"I...I'm leaving him." She sobbed, "I want to come back to you!"
I said, "You lied to me again, got what you wanted, and then left, going on a trip with your husband? You were so
smug when you had money! Now that you've spent it all, you say you're coming back, to lie to me again?"
"I...I won't!" she said. "I can prove it!"
"No need to prove it," I said. "I'll give you the money you want, but this is a transaction, a fixed price. I'll
give you a higher price. This time I'll give you five thousand, that won't be enough for you to live on. If you want more, I'll give you five thousand
each time, but you have to do it properly. You know what 'doing it properly' means, right? It means no lights out, no condoms, all over, front and back.
If you want fifty thousand, you have to do it ten times! Don't worry about whether I can do it or not, you just have to do it!" Actually, I
wasn't interested in the latter, but I was interested in the former, but since it was a transaction, the conditions had to be met.
I threw down five thousand yuan and left. This time she didn't pester me. I had seven thousand yuan in total, enough to live on for a few days, and I also had
a check to pay taxes.
The next night, I was with Ais. All my information came from Ais.
After Felicity left, I went back to the nightclub where I met Felicity in my depression, and met Ais there. We
got along very well. Ais was very considerate, very docile, very gentle, and honest. She made me very happy. She had only
worked as a prostitute for a few days.
I advised her to quit, offered her a fee to hire her, and she agreed and was very happy. She said she became
a prostitute because of her father's illness, and her boyfriend left her because he was afraid of being burdened by her father. She was disillusioned with men
, and felt happy with my pampering. She knew I wouldn't marry her, but she hoped this happiness would last.
She didn't make any extra demands regarding money, nor did she get angry with me, so I felt calm and at ease.
I used her to replace Felicity. She couldn't ignite my passion, but she had her own methods. She could lick my entire body and
suck my penis. Sometimes I couldn't help but ejaculate in her mouth, and she would hurriedly go to the bathroom to rinse her
mouth, saying she couldn't swallow the semen. She also confessed that she had never provided such services to her boyfriend before;
she was taught by her mother to serve particularly good clients after becoming a prostitute, and I was the first. She also got a contraceptive injection for me
so I didn't have to wear a condom.
We were together for two months before she revealed that she actually knew Felicity.
One evening, I was having dinner with Felicity when we ran into her and some other girls. Felicity went over to greet her.
I didn't recognize her, but she recognized me. She told me about Felicity's situation. It turned out that Felicity had been supporting a good-for-nothing
husband. From Ais's perspective, she couldn't understand why Felicity would stay with this husband,
even taking him on trips to Europe despite having money. I didn't understand either; many women are like that, inexplicably confused.
I didn't tell Ais about my grievances with Felicity or about seeing her again. I rented a small apartment with Ais
, but she didn't live there. She usually stayed home to take care of her father and only came to sleep there for one night when we met.
Ais was very good to me, considerate and attentive, and she kept the apartment very tidy. She often
told me she was grateful to me because I gave her the money to live on and the time to take care of her father. A kind and
easily satisfied woman.
That night, after we had been intimate, Ais leaned against my chest while watching TV. I was thinking that she and Felicity were
completely opposite people. This time, after I messed with Felicity, she might have no choice but to obey me for the money; she
had to "do her job properly," and I would still give her business. Of course, she could go back to being a prostitute, but the money wouldn't
be so easy to earn.
I don't know if Felicity was motivated by this experience to take better control of her life, because
she didn't try to earn that five thousand yuan again. That's good, unless something unexpected happens to her. I didn't inquire either, because Ais
no longer associates with people in nightclubs, and I'm already very satisfied with Ais.
[The End]

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