A female office worker's real account of soliciting male prostitutes

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I still can't believe it. It's like a dream, a fleeting dream, like a cool breeze brushing through my hair on

a sweltering summer night! I stumbled upon this post online:

"I am a 23-year-old male with a university degree, 1.80 meters tall, handsome, and an art enthusiast. I have written poetry and novels. Currently, due to spiritual emptiness and financial difficulties, I am offering companionship services to all women. Price negotiable! Contact ×× (please refrain from making unreasonable demands)."

At first, I thought it was some kind of prank and didn't take it seriously. But since I was bored, I dialed the number on a whim. I assumed it was a disconnected number or switched off, but to my surprise, the call went through! Hearing a deep, young man's voice, I was momentarily embarrassed. I quickly apologized, saying I must have dialed the wrong number.

He seemed to immediately understand my thoughts, saying, "You saw that companionship ad, didn't you? Yes, it's me, it's real!"

Oh my god! You can imagine what happened next!!!

I feel a little regretful now. Wasn't that incredibly unladylike? But it was truly thrilling!

This October, due to business, I came to a world rumored to be "materialistic" and "dark and rotten." The bustling streets, towering buildings, traffic, and crowded pedestrians were not much different from those in major inland cities.

However, the atmosphere, pace, and the boldness and avant-garde lifestyle of the people here were unlike anything I'd seen before.

I stayed in a four-star hotel.

During the day, I was busy with business, and at night I had to be alone. Then, I remembered seeing a hotline for male escort services online. Curious about the unknown, I had an irresistible urge, so I dialed the number. The person who answered was a very polite man. He asked what I needed.

I said I wanted a handsome gentleman to accompany me. After discussing the price, I gave him the hotel and room number, and my heart started to race.

But being used to being reserved, I suppressed all my feelings.

I didn't even turn on the TV. In the deathly silence, only the ticking of the clock on the wall broke the silence. About 20 minutes later, the doorbell rang. I got up and went to open the door. A handsome boy came into view.

He was about 1.85 meters tall, with a very well-proportioned figure and a breathtakingly beautiful face. However, his features were more streamlined than a girl's.

He wore a very trendy stand-up collar shirt and wide-legged jeans. His hair was slightly long and styled in a unique way.

When he saw me, he was slightly surprised, but that questioning look only flashed by.

I knew it was because I might not be the kind of woman he imagined, and he was having some difficulty making a judgment or hadn't had time to adjust. "Miss, are you Miss Leng from room 2215?"

He gave me a professional, charming smile.

"Oh, please come in!" "I let him in, shutting out the curious glances of the waiters and floor attendants outside the door.

He quickly scanned the room, trying to gather as much information about me as possible.

I stood motionless, staring intently at him from behind. I can't describe my feelings at that moment. Was it the instinctive desire of being with a handsome man?

Or the wariness of being with a strange man (someone I paid for) late at night for the first time?

Or the eagerness to understand the life of a male escort?

I myself can't accurately explain my feelings at that moment.

[The End]"

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