【A Strange Encounter in a Dance Hall】(01) Author: willerection

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. After graduating from university, I worked in an office in a commercial building. My daily work involved contracts,
announcements , notices, inspections, and occasionally making phone calls to collect rent. The actual rent collection
was handled by a woman more than ten years older than me. After a period of
learning, I became quite proficient at my work, and my supervisor was satisfied. Everything went smoothly, and I was happy with
this relatively relaxed job.

My name is Wang Jiao, I am 25 years old, 160cm tall, single, and my measurements are 95-60-85.
After graduating from university, I worked in the administrative office of the ** Building in City A. Floors 1-6 of the ** Building are commercial, with floors 1-5
being a shopping plaza, floor 6 a food court, the basement a dance hall, and floors 7 and above office space.
The administrative role is closer to that of a secretary, and another important task in our office was collecting utility bills,
rent, and property management fees. My colleague in the office was on sick leave these past two days, so the task of collecting rent
fell to me. Before leaving, she specially wrote down the phone numbers of each tenant,
instructing me to call them one by one the next day to collect the rent. Everything went smoothly;
after making all the calls, no one answered the phone at the dance hall. I asked her, and she said the dance hall usually
didn't open until after midnight, suggesting I try calling that night.

That evening, I tried dialing the dance hall's number again. "Beep...beep...beep..." The phone remained
unanswered. I muttered to myself, deciding to go check it out myself.

The night breeze was cool, so I put on my usual casual clothes, hopped on my bicycle, and headed towards the dance hall.

The city's night view was beautiful; I rarely appreciated it at night.

About ten minutes later, I arrived at the dance hall entrance. It was around 11 PM. The area in front of the dance hall
was quiet , save for the bright neon lights illuminating the darkness. A narrow door beneath the neon sign
was ajar, revealing glimmers of light from within. I gently pulled open the door, and a gust of air conditioning blew in, carrying
a faint scent of alcohol and perfume. Walking up the steps to the underground dance hall, I was met by another glass door
. Through it, I could see the main hall, with a stage in the center and
a mirrored ball, illuminated by spotlights, slowly rotating above it. The entire hall was pitch black, except for the occasional yellow-lit
private rooms . I could almost hear my own heartbeat. At the same time, I thought I heard
voices coming from one of the rooms, the sounds shifting in and out of reach, including what sounded like a woman's laughter. I pushed open the glass door and went inside…
The

floor was carpeted, so my footsteps were almost silent.

"Ah… hurry up, they'll be here soon…" came a woman's voice.

" Ah

... With rhythmic "slap...slap...slap...slap...slap..." and the woman's wanton moans, I also heard the man's panting after marriage: "Drink...drink...drink..." It was the first time I'd seen such a captivating back view, and I stood outside the door, almost trembling. I couldn't help but swallow, my breathing becoming rapid, and I turned to look around. To avoid being discovered, I squatted down, and in that position, I realized that my underwear was already soaked with vaginal fluid. Since graduating from university, my boyfriend and I had been separated. I'm a woman with a strong sex drive, and when we were together , I would have sex with him two or three times a day. This often overwhelmed him. It had been over a month since we last saw each other, and the feeling of a long-distance relationship was truly torturous for me. As I imagined making love with my boyfriend , I slipped my hand inside my pants, imagining the feeling of his glans against my vaginal opening, slowly , slowly penetrating deeper, a tingling sensation washing over me. Oh no, I should imagine this perfectly sculpted man before me, his enormous penis, perhaps much larger than my boyfriend's, pressing against my vulva. I switched to using two fingers, then three, to touch my vulva, and my juices flowed even more… My breathing became increasingly rapid, I gasped for air, almost suffocating, and then I turned to look at an even more astonishing scene in the private room. They had changed to a woman-on-top position, the man lying flat on the floor, his back to me as I sat on his penis, thrusting . She had beautiful long hair, but I couldn't see her face; I imagined she must be very beautiful. Her voice was sweet and coquettish: "Ahhh… Qiao Jun… You're even better than my husband… It's almost inside my stomach… So good… Ahhh… So good…" I felt my juices increasing, almost soaking my pants. I quickly pulled my pants down to my knees, spread my legs, and slowly inserted three fingers into my vagina. "Ahhhhhh," I couldn't help but let out a small moan, stroking my swollen clitoris while stimulating my G -spot. " Ah ...

They came out of the private room, and the woman tidied her hair and clothes. I noticed she had heavy makeup on;
she looked to be around 30 years old, and her chest clung tightly to her clothes, making her appear full. Then the man came out. He had
long hair and deep-set eyes; he seemed to be a foreigner, but I clearly heard the woman call him "Qiao Jun"... I
thought to myself , this might just be a man who looks like a foreigner. After they left, I went to the restroom.
Looking at myself in the mirror, my hair was disheveled, my clothes were soaked with sweat, and my face was flushed... I
washed my face to clear my head, trying not to imagine the scene I had just witnessed. I needed to
get down to business: collecting the rent! It seemed like a very unwise move, but since I was already there, I had to
face it.

About ten minutes later, I heard people gradually entering the dance hall. The lights flickered, and
the music gradually picked up, the loud DJ playing so intense it felt like the entire hall was collapsing: "Thump...thump...thump...thump
...thump..." But at that moment, I couldn't help but think of the sound of "slap...slap...slap." I snapped out
of my daze, inwardly cursing myself for being so lewd, and left.

In the lobby, I saw someone had already come to the bar, so I briefly explained my purpose—I wanted to see their
boss.

The waitress said, "The boss might be here sometime soon. Please sit for a while, and I'll
talk to you when he arrives."

The waitress was an elegant woman. I looked closely—wasn't this the girl from the private room?
I smiled at her, and I could vaguely see the lingering flush on her face, though I wasn't sure if it was just the lighting.

I sat at the table closest to the bar, propping my head up with my hands,
lost in thought about the erotic scene I had witnessed not long ago. A moment later, a man appeared on the stage. He began adjusting various equipment and started singing

along to the music .
However, it was just a few simple hums, probably just to warm up the crowd. The later it got,
the more people there were, and soon all the seats around me were full. The ladies were heavily made up, and the men had their arms around each other,
laughing and chatting happily. I was immersed in this scene, a little distracted, but the DJ's drumbeats
were so loud I was almost dizzy, and I could barely hear what the people around me were saying.

While I was lost in thought, a man came up to me. Seeing that I was alone, he asked, "Hello,
beautiful , are you waiting for someone?"

I smiled politely and replied, "Yes."

"Seeing that you're bored all alone, let me buy you a drink."

I shook my head and declined, "I don't drink, sorry, I'm waiting for someone, I have important business to attend to!"

Seeing that I had "important business to attend to," he leered, "Oh, so what you're doing here is 'important business'?"

He pushed a glass towards me, filled with wine.

"It's not what you think, I'm here to see the boss."

"I am the boss, what do you want?"

Seeing his joking expression, I replied, "Don't joke around, I really have something important to say."

"Then drink this glass, and I'll take you to our boss," he said seriously.

I looked at him with suspicion.

He said, "I'm not lying to you, young lady. Give me face, drink this glass and I'll take you there. You don't need to wait here
."

I turned to look at the waitress; she glanced at me, smiled, and nodded.

The man picked up two glasses, clinked them together, placed one in front of me, and drank the other himself. Seeing
the scene before me, I could only grit my teeth and drink it down.

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