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Pond Street isn't the street's real name. It's called
that .
The first impression of the man standing before me was: he was very strong. The city's neon lights cast
dappled shadows on him through the trees, giving him a slightly provocative air. I gestured to
him with the eyes of a customer. He walked over.
Not wanting to waste time, I went straight to the point: "Is your...well, big?"
He smiled professionally and calmly replied, "You'll know once you try."
I hesitated, wondering if I really wanted to do it. Perhaps understanding that I
was too young compared to the women around us, he took my hand, unzipped his trousers halfway, and guided my
hand between his legs.
He possessed a naturally strong and muscular penis, which reacted sensitively to my small hand's touch, immediately
swelling slightly and even throbbing gently, demonstrating his extraordinary ability. Good. This should be a
man who can satisfy a woman.
He subtly cornered me under the tree, using the trunk and his own body to create a protective
barrier, somewhat shielding me from the bored, wandering glances around us. His masculine
presence enveloped me. I understood it was for his job—to make a good first impression on his client. But he
probably didn't know I was sexually frigid. But that didn't matter. What mattered was that I knew he
was . So, he was the one. I was going to take him home.
I took his hand and led him into the street, hailing a taxi.
Once inside, he naturally pulled me onto his lap, one arm around my back. Taxi drivers who frequent
the red-light district are, of course, used to this, dutifully pretending not to see. His thick
, sensual lips kissed my earlobe, his tongue lightly teasing a tiny mole on the outer edge of my earlobe. If this were a
woman with a strong sex drive, she would have been aroused by now, wouldn't she? With his other hand, he unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt,
slipped two fingers inside my bra, and gently caressed my nipples. His practiced touch was
undeniably arousing for a woman. But I only felt a slight sense of comfort; it didn't ignite much sexual desire within me.
Perhaps I really am a frigid woman? I sighed. I've always been indifferent to these things anyway.
Suddenly, the man bit my earlobe, pulling me back from my reverie.
"Wasn't I good enough? Your soul has wandered off. It's
an insult to my professional skills." His deliberately low voice floated in the cramped car, lingering in my ear.
"I was thinking about something else
," he chuckled. "At first, I guessed you were either incredibly shrewd or utterly inexperienced."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I saw you calmly and collectedly choosing, so I assumed you were an expert; then I realized you have absolutely
no experience."
"Where did I lack experience?" I found his words rather amusing and didn't mind engaging in conversation
. “For example, you didn’t even ask the price. There are some essential things that both parties
need to clarify before the transaction . You don’t even know basic common sense, so you must be a newbie. Is this your first time in a place like this?” I smiled, avoiding his question, and said, “Maybe I’m very rich.” He stared deeply into my eyes, and slowly, in a low voice, said, “If you’re a rich woman, then unless you’re a very special kind of rich woman. Rich women aren’t like you. Rich women all act high and mighty, bossy…” He stopped halfway through his sentence. I continued, “Actually, deep down, you’re all the same kind of cheap slut, aren’t you?” I clearly saw a fleeting, barely perceptible humiliation and a hint of resentment in his eyes. That look betrayed his inner thoughts; beneath that flirtatious, peach-blossom smile, there must be many things that one wouldn’t want to think about. And that wasn’t something I should think about. What I needed to do was take him back, make him take off his clothes and lie on the bed. That was it. I led the man back to the apartment I'd rented for six months' rent plus a month's agency fee. As I opened the door, I thought: Money really does have its advantages. Even now, with her incredible resources, a woman like Sister Xin, even in dire straits and on the run, can still live comfortably, enjoying such a nice place and special services. I led him into the master bedroom. Sister Xin had initially been drawn to the apartment by its fully furnished and luxurious decor . I knew she wasn't in the bedroom right now. I took him to the bathroom in the master bedroom and told him to prepare himself. Hearing the sound of water from the bathroom, I tiptoed away and went to the door of my room, knocking lightly twice. The door opened. Sister Xin's beautiful face appeared. She always exuded such charm, every gesture radiating allure. A woman like this would never lack money or men. Now, on the run, fearing trouble, she could only hide in such an inconspicuous place, yet she still had everything she wanted. She can't live without a man, which is why I went to hire a male prostitute just now. Sister Xin smiled with satisfaction, praising my good taste. I don't know why she said that before even trying him out. I know she must have secretly checked the "goods" with her eyes. I said to her not very confidently, "He looks good, and after trying him out, I think he's quite well-endowed... but I'm not sure if he's good in bed too." Sister Xin smiled and said to me, "This is definitely a good catch. With my experience with men, I can tell at a glance that this is top-notch." I added, "Most importantly, I think he might just be a male prostitute, and he shouldn't be involved with those people ..." Sister Xin said, "It seems so. Don't worry, we'll be careful every step of the way. Besides, we're leaving this place forever in two or three hours , what could possibly go wrong? You did a great job this time." Since that's the case, then I've completed my mission quite well. I went back to Sister Xin's room. The man had already finished showering, and when he came out of the bathroom, he only had a . I saw his bulging muscles; every inch of his body exuded strength and sex appeal. He came over and hugged me tightly, his bare chest caressing my breasts. This kind of man should be like what Sister Xin said—very...

"Let's go with a set." He could arouse my senses without touching me directly with his fingers, using his arms and other parts of his body .
Sister Xin once said that a man like that could make a sophisticated woman feel that he was romantic and not vulgar.
He pulled me to bed, and then...
oh no. I'm not the leading lady today. I stopped his movements and pulled Sister Xin's blindfold from under the pillow.
A woman like Sister Xin, whether working or relaxing, mostly does so at night, so daytime is her
rest time. Blindfolds are indispensable, and now they're even coming in handy.
I used the blindfold to cover his eyes. He let me do as I pleased without any objection, saying, "Actually,
you should be the one wearing it. Do you know what it feels like to have sex blindfolded? When you can't be sure what will happen next, the overwhelming
pleasure can already overwhelm you."
While checking to make sure everything was in order, I said, "Maybe. I'll try it when I have the chance. But you have to promise not to take it off
now , and you must make sure you do that later no matter what. Just do it.
I guarantee you'll be satisfied with the payment. Don't worry about anything else. Understand?"
He paused for a moment, then nodded. I thought that a seasoned gigolo like him should understand
some of the client's hidden desires. Another reason I chose him was because I thought he was very professional. For
a woman like Sister Xin, who was in danger but couldn't suppress her desires, all I could do was try my best to do what she wanted, and do it carefully.
The group that hired Sister Xin wasn't without connections. They definitely had influence in places like the "red-light district" and "Pond Street,"
places . So the job of hiring prostitutes fell to me, Sister Xin
's little assistant who rarely appeared in her social circle.
Sister Xin isn't a local; I heard she works for a very influential person. But she never
tells me. It's not really my business anyway. All I have to do is honestly handle some odd jobs for Sister Xin and earn
a salary that's quite substantial for an outsider like me.
In just over six months working with Sister Xin, I've already witnessed her incredible abilities. A thirty-year-old woman
is at the peak of her charm and allure, and Sister Xin's natural beauty and extraordinary temperament make
her stand out among other women. Perhaps she was born to charm men. She navigates relationships with all
sorts of men with ease and composure. Her inner sophistication allows her to successfully complete one
large deal after another, bringing in money and power. I heard she's highly regarded by her boss and holds a considerable position in her
organization.
But even the most shrewd person can stumble. Now, Sister Xin has decided to run away, first returning to her hometown of Banqiao
to recuperate for a while, before expanding her business in another city. All her former subordinates either ran away
or switched jobs, but I was the only one who didn't know where to go. Sister Xin said she needed an assistant and asked if I wanted to go with her
to broaden my horizons. She said she could let me follow her if she went to develop in other places, and she promised me
a bright future. I came to this city like a rootless weed, with no direction or goal.
It didn't matter where I went. Besides, I had indeed gained a lot by following Sister Xin. Sometimes, when she was in a good mood,
the "tea money" she gave me was more than the monthly salary of highly educated women on the top floors of big companies.
I didn't care where I went. So I'm still following her now. And I'm her only "employee" now.
"What are you thinking about?" The half-naked man on the bed spoke, and I realized I had been daydreaming for a while. I quickly
got up, telling him to wait a moment, and went out to call Sister Xin.
Sister Xin, after taking a shower, was only wearing a semi-transparent nightgown, and I could see she wasn't wearing underwear. Her well-maintained
figure was indeed very pleasing to the eye. She entered her bedroom with a seductive air, and I
brushed past . Just as I was about to close the door behind me, Xin-jie stopped me. She gave me a
suggestive smile, pulled me back into the room, and sat me down on the sofa next to the bed, facing the large bed.
My God! Was Xin-jie going to make me watch something "not suitable for children"? And live at that!
I stared at Xin-jie. Although we had been living and eating under the same roof for the past few days, we weren't that "
intimate ." Xin-jie's charming smile could charm any man, but there was no need to put on a show for a woman and a blindfolded man. But, there was no way around it; that was Xin-jie's personality. She could never shake off that flirtatious air, and seducing men was her job all the time; it had become a habit. Xin-jie walked to the
bedside and gently lay down next to the man. The man on the bed immediately sensed it, and he skillfully reached out and embraced Xin-jie, then smoothly lay down on the bed. With a pull from him, Xin Jie was immediately in a position where she was lying on top of him. Her legs were spread apart, pressed against the sheets on either side of the man's legs, exposing her private parts to his physical contact. He slightly bent one of his thick legs, which extended between Xin Jie's parted thighs, occasionally bending and stretching gently, caressing the area right between her thighs. "Oh..." Xin Jie groaned, tilting her head back, exhaling, and turning to me with a seductive smile. I was genuinely a little embarrassed at that moment. But soon I became engrossed in watching again. The man's hands roamed over Xin Jie's body, his palms sliding down her flat back, his fingertips caressing her curvaceous waist, then tracing circles on her full buttocks with his fingertips. He was blindfolded , but his technique was incredibly skillful. I saw Xin Jie involuntarily writhe, and when she tossed her head , I occasionally caught a glimpse of pleasure on her face. Suddenly, the man grabbed Xin's waist and lifted her up, raising her upper body. His hands covered Xin's bare, snow-white breasts. Xin cried out, and I stared wide-eyed. The man cupped Xin's breasts with his palms, his thumbs rubbing her nipples. To be honest, I didn't know that rubbing nipples could excite a woman so much. My few sexual experiences had all involved men who would take off their clothes, penetrate her quickly, and then finish quickly. I only felt slight pain and impatience, which made me extremely . Xin knew a little about these things, and she said she would teach me "real sex" sometime. Perhaps this was the lesson she wanted me to learn? Xin sat up straight, grasping the man's wrists as he fondled her breasts, encouraging him to play with her more wantonly. Her buttocks were straddling the man's lower abdomen; I knew they hadn't entered yet.

Now, to the point, this position made things particularly ambiguous. The man's bent leg kept lifting forcefully, slamming against
Xin's buttocks, causing her body to arch forward repeatedly. I was sitting to their side and
could clearly see Xin's large breasts swaying back and forth, accompanied by
the slapping sounds of the man's thigh hitting her buttocks…
Suddenly, the man rolled over, pinning Xin beneath him. His thick legs spread Xin's
legs apart, his firm buttocks sinking between her parted thighs, an indescribably sexy sight. His skin
was pressed tightly against Xin's, pressing down on her as she writhed. Xin reacted violently, her limbs wrapping tightly around the man's body!
Suddenly, the man pushed Xin away. He propped himself up, no longer pressing his entire body against her, but
instead slowly caressing her beautiful body with his hands. His fingers, as if possessed,
gently tapped her snow-white skin where his palms glided across, causing Xin's body to tremble uncontrollably!
What kind of feeling would that be? I had never experienced it before, but I had a strange feeling, as if
the tapping of those fingertips was landing on my own body, causing a slight reaction in the same parts of my body.
Xin Jie's hands slid up his arm, their arms intertwining like snakes. The man bent down and
opened his mouth to take Xin Jie's breast into his mouth… I unconsciously crossed my arms over my chest and heard Xin Jie
let out a soft "Mmm…". The man was cupping her breast in his hands, sucking on her nipple! Xin Jie involuntarily straightened
her body, her legs clamping tightly around the man's waist…
The man lifted one of Xin Jie's legs, the one on my side, and
hoisted it onto his shoulder, thus widening Xin Jie's vulva, which I could clearly see. The man reached for Xin Jie's most
tender spot, his nimble fingers gently rubbing, sometimes circling with his fingertips, sometimes parting
the layers of petals with his fingertips…
Xin Jie moaned suppressedly, her body responding passionately. The man, blindfolded, looked somewhat eerie.
I couldn't help but wonder what he was feeling at that moment—dark sex really did offer a different kind of pleasure?
He was indeed a very experienced man. Even blindfolded, he still clearly maintained control. He
pulled a condom from under the pillow, skillfully slipped it onto his swollen, hard penis, and after teasing Xin Jie's
entire body several times, he suddenly lifted Xin Jie's legs, bending and spreading them on the bed. I thought
he was about to penetrate her, but instead, he held one of Xin Jie's knees with one hand and grasped his
swollen, hard penis with the other, teasing her labia with the glans, relentlessly stimulating the area around her vulva. Xin Jie
let out seductive moans, writhing her body in protest, especially the swaying of her lower body, the intensity of her invitation
couldn't be clearer. At that moment, I had forgotten what I felt; I only felt that the live broadcast before me was
indeed quite exciting, and my mind was completely drawn in.
Suddenly, the man grabbed Xin Jie's legs and forcefully spread them apart. Then, he groped for the entrance to her vagina, and with his other
hand, he guided his enormous penis inside, thrusting it in violently!
I was startled. Could Xin Jie handle such speed and force? But at
that moment, Xin Jie let out an incredibly satisfied cry: "Ah...ya!" Utterly wanton. The man lay on
top of , lifting one of her legs, and began thrusting forcefully into her body. Xin Jie's body swayed back and forth from his thrusts,
her snow-white skin trembling incessantly. She couldn't help but try to arch her back and embrace the man…
After a while, the man lifted both of her legs. I could clearly see his penis
moving in and out of her vagina, sometimes withdrawing to reveal its thickness and the fluids covering it, sometimes pushing all the way in, pressing her labia tightly
against his swollen scrotum…
"Oh oh…oh…" Xin Jie's voice grew louder, and the rhythm became more pronounced.
Suddenly, hoisted Xin Jie's legs onto his shoulders, kneeling up and lifting her lower body
off the bed, suspending her in mid-air!
It was the first time I'd ever seen such a position; it was so novel! The man thrust his hips repeatedly, his
upper and lower body almost motionless, only his waist swaying, making his movements appear both coordinated
and rhythmic. His penis pumped in and out of Xin Jie's vagina, his thighs slapping against her suspended buttocks, making
"slap, slap..." sounds.
"Ah...ah..." Xin Jie cried out louder, interspersed with the man's panting.
I watched their movements and heard their moans. After a while, the man bent over and supported himself on the bed,
Xin Jie's body sinking back down onto the soft mattress, her legs still hoisted high on his shoulders,
in an inverted "V" shape, fully exposing her most intimate parts for the man to penetrate. The man
stretched out his arms, thrusting with his hips, and Xin's body swayed accordingly. I could even hear
the rhythmic "sizzling" sound of their bodies rubbing together due to the copious amount of vaginal fluid...
It was more interesting than watching porn. Although in reality, the pleasure I've gained from my few sexual encounters with men
is less than the experience I've had, I still find porn and erotic literature very appealing. Xin said it's
because she's met are all "male things" with nothing but penises. She said
she'll only understand what real sex is when she meets a real man. Maybe, I think. Undeniably, Xin already understands
the pleasure. Looking at her now... she's practically in a frenzy. Is this man really that skilled?
Indeed, I feel his technique with Xin
is different from those "male things" who rush to undress as soon as they enter, rush to bed, and rush to penetrate. That rich foreplay probably really brings women
a lot of pleasure.
Just as they were getting into the swing of things, the man suddenly pulled out with a sharp thrust. Xin Jie looked utterly bewildered,
arching her back and reaching out to grab the man. I also found it strange; why did he suddenly withdraw? Xin Jie was
clearly suddenly stop like that—I could practically feel her resentment.
Confused, Xin Jie got up and hugged the man, only to be abruptly rolled over, now lying face down on the bed. The man
lay down beside Xin Jie, pulling her body to one side, drawing her into his embrace. His broad chest
pressed intimately against Xin Jie's back, his penis still so impressive, showing no signs of fatigue, occasionally brushing against
her buttocks, leaving damp marks on her full, white cheeks. He reached down and slid his hand along Xin Jie's ample buttocks…
He slid his fingers along her cleft, reaching the tightest part of her legs, and teased and rubbed there. Xin Jie involuntarily bent
her upper leg forward, exposing this most alluring part of her body even more completely. The man's fingers
seemed to provide her with the same stimulation; I saw her whole body writhe like a snake in his arms.
The friction of their skin was so clear, just two meters away, it felt almost like it was happening to me
.
"Mmm..." Xin Jie cried out as the man thrust into her from behind. His body sank lower and lower,
the thrusting causing Xin Jie to rhythmically press against the bed. The soft bed was dented by their weight, and they
writhed violently within it, like two worms mating, oblivious to the past and the future…
The man knelt behind Xin Jie, lifting her plump buttocks, his upper body pressing down on her back. Suddenly, his
hips swayed violently from side to side, causing Xin Jie's buttocks to sway as well. I heard Xin Jie cry out, “
Ouch—oh…”
I instinctively covered my mouth, as if afraid of making a sound.
The man thrust into Xin Jie violently, their movements rhythmic and increasingly intense. Suddenly, he
lifted , her legs spread wide, straddling
his thighs, which were even more muscular from kneeling. The man continued to thrust his hips, his abdomen slamming against Xin Jie's buttocks, causing
her body to vibrate up and down, her breasts bouncing incessantly, a scene of vibrant beauty. Xin Jie desperately reached out
to touch the man, but he seized her hands, bending them over her head and holding them tightly, refusing to let go,
continuing to penetrate her. Xin Jie's hands were immobilized, and the way they were raised only accentuated her
firm, swollen breasts, which the man freely manipulated and teased with his other hand.
The position of being held captive felt like being helplessly raped, undeniably stimulating.
Their movements intensified, the sounds of their bodies colliding growing louder, like a machine gradually accelerating
to its maximum speed.
After a long while, the man released Xin Jie's raised hands,
wrapping his strong arms tightly around her upper body. He then began to convulse uncontrollably, a violent tremor running through him,
his hips forward—accompanied by Xin Jie's frantic scream: "Ah—!" He had ejaculated. Xin Jie's limbs
were all stretched out, her head tilted back as if she had endured to the extreme. Then they both tumbled onto the middle of the bed, lying
limply .
At this moment, the man gently stroked Xin Jie's smooth, snow-white skin with one hand, murmuring in a deliberately low, sexy
voice , "You're really amazing..." Xin Jie's face lit up with joy, her smile as bright as a flower. While enjoying the man's
skillful caresses, she smiled seductively at me and gestured for me to come to the bed! I was so frightened that I quickly shook my head. Xin Jie didn't
insist , lit a cigarette, and continued to enjoy the pleasure of exhaling smoke and being caressed.
I felt I shouldn't stay too long, so I pointed to the door, stood up, and walked out. Xin Jie didn't try to stop me,
still lying comfortably on the bed, enjoying herself.
I went to the bathroom and took off my trousers and underwear. The slightly cool air made my legs feel like a
sudden . I realized that I was already wet, not very wet, but I still had to clean myself.
Then I went back to my room, lay on the bed, and started thinking.
Sister Xin's business didn't seem to be exactly aboveboard. But she never needed me to fight for her;
that was always done by someone else. My job was almost like that of a nanny. Sister Xin saw that I was unfamiliar with the place and
had almost no friends, and that I was quiet but reliable, so she took a liking to me and kept me by her side, sometimes
treating me like her second daughter. After finishing my studies, I didn't know what to do. I came to this strange
city alone and wandered around, sometimes dreaming of an easy job that paid a lot of money. Someone once told me: "Go sell
yourself, otherwise it'll be a waste of your beauty and youth." But I didn't do that kind of work. It wasn't because of any ideological
problem, but because I felt that sex was a real chore for me.
However, meeting Sister Xin felt like my luck—easy, comfortable, money, nothing else. Was this good?
I didn't know. I felt so comfortable that I didn't even bother to think about it. So much so that when Sister Xin wanted to run away, I
naturally followed her without any other thoughts. Anyway, I wasn't really settling down in this city. Like Xin
said, there's plenty of room to be had.
I kept hearing Xin's calls, sometimes loud, sometimes soft, and finally, I heard
the thud of furniture hitting the floor, sometimes loud, sometimes soft, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. My God, I hope they don't break the bed!
About an hour later, there were two soft sounds at the door, and Xin came in. She was completely naked,
even her barely-there nightgown was just something she'd brought with her. She lay down on my bed, exhausted,
but her face showed an expression of utter satisfaction. I nodded and went to her room.
The man was lying naked on the bed, smoking a cigarette, his penis limp. The air
was thick with smoke; they must have had a great time. I said to him, "Okay, you can get up now."
He took off his blindfold, blinked, and after his eyes adjusted to the light, gave me a meaningful look, said
nothing , and went to the bathroom. He came out a moment later, fully dressed, took
a puff of the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray, and stubbed it out. I handed him a wad of red banknotes that Sister Xin had prepared. He took it,
a barely perceptible bitterness flashing in his lowered eyes, but a mocking smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. These two expressions simultaneously
on his face stirred a strange feeling within me. In truth, there wasn't much
difference between being a male prostitute and a female prostitute; both required selling their bodies to people they might not even want to give them to, and simultaneously selling smiles.
I saw him out the door. At the street corner downstairs, he stopped, looked up at the twinkling streetlights, and suddenly
said , "I know it wasn't you just now."
This wasn't unexpected. I had always sensed that he was a thoughtful person, not the kind of person who only
thought about eating, sleeping, and sex. So I calmly said to him, "You should understand, many employers have their reasons.
You don't need to know too much."
"Of course," he smiled, "it's my professional ethics."
He suddenly turned and hugged me, burying his head in my neck, and whispered in a low, husky voice, "Come find me. I've been
looking for work there. If you come, I can give you the whole...free service."
He hugged me so tightly that I could hardly breathe. I took a deep breath and then calmly nodded
, "Okay. If there's a chance."
Actually, there's practically no chance. Because I'm leaving this city soon, possibly permanently
. My nodding in agreement was mostly just a perfunctory gesture. There's nothing here I should miss.
He got into a taxi and disappeared around the corner.
I went back upstairs, and Sister Xin, wearing her sexy nightgown, smiled at me suggestively, exhaling smoke rings: "
Hugging and cuddling , what are you doing?"
I knew she was just joking, and replied, "He wants to develop his clientele to increase revenue."
Sister Xin giggled, then went to pack her things with a satisfied expression.

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