Do anything you want...

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For a while, looking for excitement, I found a part-time job in Beijing. My job was as a prostitute. Because I was a foreign citizen of Chinese descent, my boss added a few words before my title: "Foreign Prostitute." Anyway, I was still a prostitute, and hearing that title made me feel smug. Finally, I could legitimately be a prostitute; women hold up half the sky, and working people are the most glorious. Later, my boss arranged a Canadian client for me, and I called a car to the hotel room he told me this client was staying in. I knocked on the door, waited a few seconds, and the door didn't open. Then I said, "Open Sesame," and the door opened immediately—how strange. A chubby, middle-aged white man grabbed me and pulled me inside. I asked him what services I needed. He only said, "Do anything you want..." Hearing that, I realized I was a passive guy; I wondered if he liked being subjected to SM by me. Having walked so far, I was thirsty. Seeing paper cups at the water dispenser, I grabbed one without hesitation. Then I lifted my skirt, took off my underwear, squatted down, and peed into the cup. I noticed the foreigner's eyes widened in disbelief. He asked, "What are you trying to do?" I told him, "I'm thirsty." Then I drank the urine. I told him I was contributing to improving Beijing's environmental situation, and that I should handle things myself. But he immediately handed me the money and said, "Miss, you're disgusting." Then he told me to get out. Fine, I'll get out. So I went back to the company. My boss asked why I was back so soon. I described my work experience for the day. After listening, my boss leaned against a chair and vomited for a while, then told me to get out too. They both told me to get out, so I'll get out. Then I hailed a taxi to Sanlitun to clear my head, but when I got there, I urgently needed to pee and wanted to go to the restroom. There was a big shopping mall there, and it took me ages to find the restroom. As soon as I entered, there were lines for every single stall. But I couldn't hold it in any longer, so I squatted down and peed in the aisle between the stalls on either side of the restroom. Everyone who saw me like that was completely stunned; they all stopped peeing and ran away. At that moment, I felt so happy because I had achieved my goal. I slowly found a stall and squatted down. That's when I realized I was already done peeing. Why was I still lingering there? So I quickly left the restroom and went shopping. I shopped until midnight, then called a taxi back to my place. Once in the car, I was very straightforward... I told the driver, "Excuse me, I forgot my money when I left. Can I pay with my body?" I explained that I was a prostitute, though I had just lost my job. Seeing how readily I agreed, the driver readily agreed as well. He then drove me to a secluded spot. He raped me in the car. He said it felt amazing, and while he was doing it, he asked me, "You seem different from the girls in Beijing. Where are you from?" I lied and said I was Japanese, spoke Chinese, and worked illegally as a prostitute in Beijing. I said that in Japan, there were more prostitutes than clients, so business was bad and I came to Beijing. The driver said I was an international friend, not only horny but also embodying internationalism, having traveled thousands of miles to China for the sexual well-being of the Chinese people. Hearing this, I felt incredibly superior. The driver told me that since that was the case, he couldn't ask me for the fare back, but since he had already raped me, there was no going back. Then the driver took me to my apartment building, paid me the full fare from his wallet, gave me money for the day's services, and even gave me two of his pubic hairs to make tea. He told me to use this to nourish my yin and make a beautiful woman even more beautiful. Before leaving, he sang me a song, crying as he sang. This driver was so kind. When I got home, I made tea with the driver's pubic hairs and drank it. The next morning, I looked in the mirror and was indeed more beautiful than the day before. I couldn't help but marvel at how profound and complex traditional Chinese medicine truly is!

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