Mark - A Flower Picking Tale in the Mountain City (Parts 1-3 Complete)

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First Trial and Error

: A year ago, in the summer, I went on a business trip to Chongqing with Deputy Director Wang from our institute. We stayed at a
hotel . That very evening, someone called asking if I wanted prostitutes. I was showering at the time,
and when Director Wang answered the phone, he naturally refused outright and hung up immediately. When I came out, he was still
muttering , "What kind of person do they take me for? They're shameless!" I thought to myself, "What a hypocrite!
He secretly bought a pornographic book on the train, read it more than once, and even wrapped it in newspaper. He's probably just hoping for
prostitutes !"

Two days later, two of my college classmates, Qiang and Gang, came to visit. One worked in sales at a company,
and the other in purchasing; both were well-known figures in the underworld. That evening, the three of us ate hot pot, drank
beer, and chatted about our college days, having a very enjoyable time.

Around nine o'clock, after a satisfying meal, I wanted to go back to the hotel to rest, but Qiang said, "It's too early, let's go to a karaoke
bar." Gang also said, "Come on, Mr. Liu, let's check out Chongqing's karaoke bars." I thought: A karaoke
bar is just a karaoke room, right? We have one in our office, but the sound system isn't very good. We've also
booked out other places before, and of course, the environment is better than our office's. Fine, let's go!

We took a taxi and drove for about half an hour to a place I still don't know where it is. After getting out of the car,
we made a few turns, and the two men led me to a small building. It was very dark inside, and I stood at the entrance for a while before my eyes adjusted to
the light. The room was about seventy square meters, rectangular in shape. To the left of the entrance was a small bar, and directly opposite
the entrance were several rows of train carriage-shaped seats. To the left of that was a small dance floor. The innermost part was blocked by a screen, so I couldn't see
clearly , but there were three or four women sitting near the entrance.

As soon as I entered, the proprietress (the girls were all called "niangniang," I don't know how to write those
two
characters) greeted me with great enthusiasm. She was young and beautiful. Clearly, Qiang and Gang were regulars. Gang pointed at me and said to the proprietress, "This is my friend's first time here, find him a nice girl." The proprietress was very
welcoming ; she immediately took my hand, saying, "No problem, no problem," and led me to
my seat in the train carriage. Soon, a girl brought over two cups of tea and a plate of melon seeds, and lit a small candle, placing it
on the table.

A little while later, the proprietress brought over a girl (hereinafter referred to as "Miss A"). Although the light was dim,
I could still tell she was quite pretty—an oval face, cherry lips, long flowing hair, and wearing a light-colored sleeveless
dress. I sat inside, and Miss A sat outside, about ten centimeters apart. We started chatting casually. She
spoke Sichuan dialect, and I spoke Mandarin, which felt a little awkward, but luckily I could understand some Sichuan dialect.

A while later, a woman dancing with a man named Qiang passed by us. Seeing us like this, he stopped and
said to Qiang, "How long have you been doing this? Why are you doing this?" He then pushed the woman closer to me, pressing her against
me ; then he pulled my left hand onto her shoulder, lifted her right leg and placed it on my left leg, and pulled my
right hand onto her breast.

I was initially quite relaxed, but after he did this, my penis (need I explain?) immediately became erect
. The woman's right leg was pressed against it; she felt it, reached out her right hand to touch it, and laughed, saying,
"So hard!"

Ladies and gentlemen, I, Liu Zhihui, have never touched another woman besides my wife. Although I
've , I've never had the courage, especially since I wasn't prepared at all today. Driven by reason, I
withdrew my hands, pulled her leg back, and quickly lowered my head to drink my tea.

Miss A was quite generous, saying, "Is this your first time, sir? What are you afraid of? Just have some fun, let's dance
."

We went onto the dance floor. At first, I was very proper, with standard ballroom dancing postures. But looking at
Qiang dancing next to me, he was just tightly hugging the girl's waist, pressing his face against hers, and swaying slowly—that wasn't dancing at all!
As I , my grip loosened a little.

Miss A was quick-witted; she took the opportunity to press herself against me, first touching my still-erect penis, then
smiling sweetly , and then wrapping her arms tightly around my waist. I had no choice but to hold her back, and we
swayed to the rhythm of the music on the dance floor. As we passed a seat, I saw Qiang hugging and kissing a girl,
one hand even inside her skirt. My heart pounded wildly, and my mind went blank.

After the song ended, we returned to our seats. I maintained my politeness and let Miss A sit first, while I sat on
the outside . We didn't speak, just sat there silently. I went to the restroom, and damn it! Even after I finished peeing, my penis
was still erect.

Just then, two of my classmates came over, having just pulled a girl to dance. Qiang sat down next to me and asked, "You
've never been before?"

"Never. Why didn't you tell me before you came?"

"In Chongqing, 'going to a karaoke parlor' means playing with prostitutes. Let me tell you, it's very cheap here. A 'vegetarian' one
is only 50 yuan, and a 'meat' one is 100 yuan."

"What does that mean?" "

A 'vegetarian' one means you can touch her anywhere. A 'meat' one means sex, you know?"

"I know, I know." I thought to myself, thank goodness I've read pornographic magazines.

“If you want to have sex, go inside. There are many cubicles behind the screen. Once you're inside, pull down the curtain, and everyone will know
there's someone there.”

“What if the police arrest me?”

“Don't worry, it's absolutely safe.”

“What if I get a disease?”

“Don't worry about that. We know the landlady very well. None of the girls here are prostitutes or have diseases
. Now that you're here, relax a bit.”

As soon as Qiang left, Gang immediately brought Miss A back. He'd probably already worked on the girl; as
soon as she came back, Miss A sat on me, but my penis was still erect, and it hurt her to sit on it. I
let out an and she felt it, turning to sit beside me, letting me put my left arm around her. She touched my bulge;
my pants were already soaked. She dipped a finger in the wetness and dabbed it on my nose, saying, "
You're amazing." Then she unzipped my pants and reached inside to caress my manhood. Instantly, my blood rushed to my head,
and I turned her face towards me, taking her red, cherry-like lips into my mouth

… Unfortunately, while Miss A let me suckle her lips, she didn't respond. I slipped my tongue inside, only to touch
a few teeth, which immediately dampened my enthusiasm. Having started, I couldn't just end it like this! I loosened my belt, letting her…
Touching her made me feel better (unfortunately, I was wearing a small pair of panties that day); I unzipped her
back unhooked her bra, wanting to touch her breasts, but she zipped it up again herself. My
hand slipped inside her chest, touching her small, round, firm breasts. I gently
pinched her nipples with my thumb and forefinger, then kneaded her entire breast with my palm; it felt wonderful.

Because her clothes were tucked into my arm, I couldn't move freely. I pulled my hand out and
slipped it under her skirt, slowly stroking her from her knees up her thighs. As I stroked her, I kissed her face, and she let me do as I pleased,
like a wooden statue. But I was already lost in the moment; my hand had reached her inner thighs, touching her small
panties . I explored them through the fabric, then quickly slipped them inside, gently scratching her pubic hair a few times,
then lightly massaging her labia majora with two fingers.

At that moment, Miss A leaned close to my ear and whispered sweetly, "Let's go inside." Actually, my penis was already
painfully erect, and I couldn't wait to penetrate her. So I got up and fastened my belt, and she led me behind
the screen .

Behind the screen were four small cubicles. There were no lights, so I couldn't see them clearly, but three of them
had curtains drawn. We went into the one without a curtain. By the light from outside, I could vaguely
see a long chair that looked like a single bed, and a small bedside table.

Once inside, Miss A casually lowered the curtain, and I eagerly embraced her, reaching out to undress her.
Ms. A clutched her clothes tightly, repeatedly saying, "No, no, you can't take your clothes off. If the police see you, it'll be terrible
." She pushed me to sit at one end of the bench, took off her shorts, stuffed them into the pocket of her dress,
then lay down at the other end of the bench, legs spread, and said, "Come on!"

Hearing the word "police," I shuddered. I had finally made it to the position of department head; if
I embarrassed myself, wouldn't I be finished? I stood there hesitating, my mind racing with all sorts of possible consequences.

Ms. A grew impatient, got up, pulled me closer, and said, "Hurry up!" Her hand reached up to unbuckle my
belt . I asked, "Should I take off my pants?" She replied, "Don't take them off, hurry up!" Then she lay down again, getting into
position. Her urging made me anxious, so I loosened my belt, pulled my penis out of my underwear, and quickly climbed onto her, inserting it
inside ...

Dear readers: This girl is cunning. She knew it was my first time having sex and knew I was inexperienced, so she deliberately
made things difficult for me. Imagine, I was wearing tight underwear, wasn't it uncomfortable? It wasn't convenient for movement either! As a result, I had barely
inserted , and after only a few thrusts, I ejaculated! Not shot, I came. I've never experienced anything like this before! I
collapsed onto her in distress.

As soon as she saw I'd fired my "firecracker," whether it was a hit or a dud, she shoved me aside, pulled out
a roll of , gave me some, tore off some to wipe her crotch, then pulled up her underwear and said, "Let's
go out."

"What's the rush? Play a little longer."

"Niangniang said we have to leave immediately after we're done, to make room for the people behind us."

Damn it, every word she said made sense. I was being led by the nose by her now, with no choice. I quickly pulled up my pants,
listlessly walked out, and returned to my original seat. We sat there blankly, me holding her
hand, neither of us saying a word.

A few minutes later, she pulled her hand back and said, "It's nothing, I'm leaving then."

I said irritably, "Go ahead."

"Then give it to me."

"Give you what?"

"Money."

"Isn't it for the proprietress?"

"We only give it to the girls here."

"Okay, how much?"

"350."

"What?" I was furious: "My friend told me the price here is only 100 for 'meat'! Are you
kidding me?!"

"My price is 350."

"Forget it, I won't give you that much. 150 at most."

"Then I'll go find Niangniang."

A got up and found the proprietress, who then found Qiang and Gang. After understanding the situation, Qiang and Gang immediately
reprimanded A, while the proprietress, smiling apologetically, explained that the price needed to be agreed upon beforehand, and that she couldn't
do anything about it now, so she told me to just give her 200.

Seeing this, I thought, "Just accept it." I took out two 100-yuan bills from my wallet and handed them to Miss A.
Damn it, she actually tested the money to make sure it was real. After confirming it was genuine, she lifted her skirt in front of us, stuffed the money
into her waistband, and even said to me, "Thank you, brother," before turning and leaving. The proprietress kept
apologizing, saying she guaranteed I would be satisfied next time.

The Second Time: Still Sharp

I had no plans for Saturday, so I accepted an invitation to Gang's house for dinner; Qiang's family was also there. Around 8 PM, while we
were playing mahjong, the phone rang for me. Upon hearing the call, I realized it was Old Wang calling from the hotel
.

His voice was trembling with tears as he pleaded, "Director Liu, something's happened to me! Please come back quickly!" I was startled; my heart leaped into my throat. Old Wang always called me "Little Liu," so this sudden change
meant something was wrong. I hurriedly asked, "Director Wang, are you sick?"

"No, it's worse than sick. Come back quickly, don't let your friends know." I hung up, quickly
apologized to everyone, then rushed downstairs, hailed a taxi, and hurriedly drove to the hotel. All the way, I kept thinking:
What could have happened?

Old Wang was nearly fifty. After graduating from university, he was assigned to our research institute and had worked there for almost thirty years. He was highly
capable , a star employee, and had high prestige within the institute. However, he was too outspoken, offending many
people, which was why he had remained deputy director for several years without being promoted. He didn't seem to care or hold it against me. I had originally planned to fly to
Chongqing , but he said he wasn't in a rush and wanted to save time, so I suggested taking the train. I actually
respect him quite a bit.

Lost in thought, I arrived at the destination and rushed to my room. The door was ajar. I pushed it open
and saw Old Wang sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a vest and shorts, his head drooping. There were two unfamiliar men
sitting on the sofa. As soon as I entered, the middle-aged man on the sofa stood up and asked, "Are you
Director Liu ?"

"Yes, I am. And you are...?"

“My surname is Liu, and I work in the hotel's security department. This is Xiao Ma, also from our security department.”

“Oh, what happened?”

“Your colleague tried to seduce one of our hotel staff members into prostitution, and we caught him red-handed. We
've already back to the security department; we were going to send him to the police station. He begged and pleaded, saying he'd wait for his superiors to return
.”

“Really?”

“Ask him himself. We have photos too.”

Did I even need to ask? When I came in, Old Wang immediately covered his face with his hands; I already guessed it. He was
clever enough not to say he was my superior, but rather that I was his leader.

I quickly took out a cigarette, lit it for them, and whispered to him, "Section Chief Liu, could you please be
lenient ? Let's skip the police station and handle it in our security section. Could you think of a workaround to avoid making a big deal out of it and
absolutely prevent it from getting back to our unit? This comrade is a key member of our unit; he's always performed very well. This time,
he just made a mistake. He's very concerned about his reputation; if things get out of hand, I'm afraid he might…"

Later, I learned that this Mr. Liu wasn't a section chief at all. It was a trap they set, called "dropping the dog,"
which was basically an attempt to extort money. I flattered him, and he quickly seized the opportunity: "For your sake, let our security department
handle it . According to our department's regulations, the person involved will be fined."

"How much?"

"Five thousand to ten thousand."

"Ah, that much!"

"It's the regulation."

My mind raced: Five thousand is a bit much, but where will that money come from? I can't let
Lao Wang pay, and I can't pay it myself; it must be public funds, but under what pretext can it be reimbursed? No, I
have to find someone to smooth things over.

Thinking of this, I said, "Section Chief Liu, you two go back first, let's discuss it. Anyway, we can't run away.
I'll come to your office in a while, okay?"

The two agreed. As soon as they left the room, I immediately called Gang and Qiang, telling them to think of
a solution . As expected of men of the underworld, Gang and Qiang arrived at the hotel in less than half an hour, telling me they'd taken care of it. But
they said they still needed to spend some money—1000 yuan. 1000 it is, if I can't pay them, consider it a bribe to my boss. I
said, "Okay, but give me the photos and negatives, and this matter ends here."

Qiang took the money and went out, returning a while later saying, "Damn it, there are no photos, the camera is empty, I was just kidding
!"

After seeing Gang and Qiang off, I felt completely exhausted. Then I remembered I hadn't spoken to Lao Wang since returning.
But before I could even speak, he started crying. I quickly tried to comfort him, but the more I tried, the more upset
he became. So I gave up and let him go.

I went to a store outside and bought a few bottles of beer. Lao Wang had calmed down, lying on the bed,
staring blankly at the ceiling. I helped him up, handed him a bottle of beer, and sincerely said, "Old Wang, if you
trust me, Xiao Liu, just forget about it all, act like it never happened. As long as you don't tell anyone, no one
else will know, including my wife."

Old Wang said, "Of course I trust you." Then he told me the whole story.

Apparently, after dinner, Old Wang was watching the news when another woman called. Old Wang neither hung up
nor said anything. The woman flirted on the phone for a while and said, "Then I'm coming to your room." Old Wang
quickly hung up.

A while later, someone knocked on the door. Old Wang didn't dare open it. The woman said she was a waitress, there to clean, and
only then did Old Wang open the door. Sure enough, a very pretty girl in a hotel waitress uniform (almost every
girl is pretty) entered. As soon as she came in, she said to Lao Wang, "It's hot in the room, can I take off my coat?" Lao Wang
said, "Of course." She said, "Then please help me." Then, in front of Lao Wang, she took off her uniform and handed it to
him.

Wow! She wasn't wearing anything underneath, not even a bra! Lao Wang was stunned. The girl then took off
her skirt—damn, she wasn't even wearing shorts! At that moment, even
Buddha ! Lao Wang quickly stripped off his own clothes, picked up the woman, and carried her to the bed.
Just then, the door opened, a flash of light shone, and Old Wang was stunned…

I angrily said, “This is a damn trap! I’m going to the police station to report them tomorrow!”

“No…no!” Old Wang quickly stopped me, terrified. “I was bewitched too, sigh!” Fueled by
alcohol , Old Wang told me about his unfortunate sex life.

Old Wang’s wife was a conservative woman. Although she and Old Wang treated each other with respect and kept the house
in perfect , she was deeply averse to sex. Every time they made love, it was like a routine, and for decades they used only one
position: lying on the bed, letting Old Wang spread her legs. She had never asked for it, nor had she ever refused
, even when she was menstruating.

Old Wang was well-educated and healthy, and wanted to try something different in bed, but his wife just wouldn’t have it. To make matters worse,
Old Wang’s wife was diagnosed with breast cancer and had to have one breast removed. Old Wang said they hadn't had sex for over a year
, and now they slept in separate beds, but outsiders considered them a model couple. People say men in their thirties are like wolves and
in their forties like leopards; do you think Old Wang wouldn't want women? A man who doesn't must have a problem. But living in
this kind of society, who dares to say it? Who dares to do it? Everyone is restraining themselves, suppressing their desires.

We talked until almost dawn before finally falling asleep. At that moment, I thought, I must grant Old Wang's wish this once.

The next day, after getting up at noon, we changed to a company-run guesthouse. Although it wasn't high-class, it was
clean, and most importantly, very safe and convenient. There were no nighttime room checks, and we could lock the door from the inside; with a
guesthouse pass, we could bring people in and out freely.

After settling in, I called Gang, but unfortunately, the company had arranged for him to go to Chengdu for some urgent business. I called Qiang again,
asking him to help me find a high-class prostitute for Lao Wang. Qiang said, "Do you think I'm a pimp?" I said,
"You are, and you're dragging me into this too." Qiang said, "These kinds of prostitutes are expensive; one session costs at least five
dollars." I said, "Okay, tonight..."

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