Shanghai at night

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Zhuang Jianhai shifted his position on the front seat of his van, lazily looking up at the sky above the street.
The night sky over Shanghai was a pale gray, shimmering with vibrant colors under the neon lights lining the streets.

The most dazzling sight in the distance was undoubtedly the Oriental Pearl Tower, its illuminated silhouette
visible from almost anywhere in Shanghai, a landmark that Shanghainese were most proud of.

To his left, the magnificent entrance bore the three crimson characters "Hai Shi Hao," surrounded by a string of rapidly flashing
colored lights , standing out starkly against the night sky. The elegant melody of a slow waltz drifted out,
filling the street with a romantic atmosphere. This was a medium-sized nightclub, the kind of dance hall
with .

Zhuang Jianhai's wife, Zhao Lan, was working there as a hostess. He had just watched her graceful figure
disappear into the twilight.

It was still dark, and there weren't many customers yet.

He wondered if she was currently waiting to be chosen by customers at the counter, or if she was already being swayed to
a slow waltz in the dance hall with a client, or… most likely she was still sitting on the bench at the counter. After all, she wasn't very young anymore, and in terms of
figure and looks, she couldn't compare to the "migrant worker girls" from out of town.

Zhuang Jianhai stopped thinking about it. There was no good in thinking like that, something he already knew, but he still couldn't
help but imagine his wife entertaining customers inside, especially in the last two weeks, his thoughts had unconsciously drifted in that direction. 　　Zhao Lan had been working as an escort at "Hai Shi Hao" for over two years, and Zhuang Jianhai had long since moved past the painful thought of his wife smiling in another man's arms. "Cuckoldry complex," that was the term he coined, something only newbie would have. He was proud of how quickly he could handle it so easily. It was a kind of maturity, a state of being. 　　He could calmly face his wife selling smiles but not her body, chatting, drinking, and dancing with customers. But how could he truly face the final step she was about to take—prostitution? 　　He himself couldn't quite explain how he felt. Since they had already decided to take this step, perhaps Zhao Lan might... He really didn't want to think about it anymore. They had no choice—that's what Zhao Lan said, and that's what he thought too. 　　Shanghai was a place where "poverty is laughed at, but prostitution is not." This kind of thing was becoming increasingly commonplace. 　　In fact, it wasn't just Shanghai; which place in the whole country wasn't like this? 　　Of the dozen or so van drivers he knew, almost half of their wives worked as escorts in nightclubs. The wives who didn't work were either too old or too ugly; you could say that almost everyone who could do it was doing it. What was shameful about it? Wasn't that how it was? The really rich didn't drive these kinds of vans anymore. Weren't they just doing it to make money? Who cared about face? 　　However, he only knew two people who actually sold their bodies. After all, there was a huge difference between spending the night with a customer and dancing with a customer . According to them, being an escort in a nightclub only meant getting some physical advantage, but if they sold themselves, all the benefits would be taken by others. Will this cheap deal be worth it? 　　He used to be quite indifferent to the idea of prostitution. His wife wouldn't suffer any physical harm after being embraced while dancing. Before he won her over, hadn't she been embraced by many men on the school dance floor? He had often advised Xiao Wu, who had also been laid off, about this. Xiao Wu always sighed and complained about his own uselessness, letting his wife do this kind of prostitution while waiting for his wife. 　　"How can you not understand? It's just about making money, what's there to not understand? You're taking advantage of your wife's money, and you're taking advantage of the money in her wallet, what's the profit? Look at Duan Husheng, his wife takes customers out in his car, making double the money, that's shrewd." 　　That's how you have to think in this line of work, so be it. Where else can you make money these days? They're all desperately short of cash. The layoff allowance is meager, barely enough to make ends meet. But the factory was implementing housing reforms, and now they had to buy their current house from the factory, even though it was only a discounted price of 40,000 yuan. This was still a huge expense for them. Last year, to get their son into the best experimental junior high school , they had to pay 30,000 yuan, which meant they had spent all their hard-earned savings and borrowed heavily to make ends meet. 　　Thinking of his son, a sense of pride welled up inside him. His son hadn't disappointed him; his grades were soaring, and he was sure to be in the top class next semester: the top class of a top middle school. How could he not be proud ? 　　Of course, getting into the top class required another 8,000 yuan. In today's society, money is everywhere, and schools are no exception . But with both he and his wife laid off, 8,000 yuan was a huge sum. Adding to that the outstanding debts, he also wanted to save money to buy a Santana to drive as a taxi. This van was rented, and paying nearly half their daily income in rent was a huge loss. Moreover, the policies were inconsistent; who knew when these vans would be completely banned? Driving it this way wasn't entirely legal either. But this money… 　　just as Zhao Lan said, they had no choice. Although their quality of life had improved considerably in recent years, with no worries about food or clothing, how could they live a good life without money? Besides, they weren't young anymore; how many more years could they work day and night like this? 　　At this moment, another group of men entered, all dressed in suits and looking respectable, but in reality, none of them were good people. Zhuang cursed them silently to try and find some peace of mind. But despite his cursing, Zhuang Jianhai still hoped the dance hall would thrive, and he also hoped that Zhao Lan would be chosen by a man. The feeling of sitting on the sidelines waiting must be unpleasant; without tips, they wouldn't earn much money. 　　Would any of them choose Zhao Lan? He glanced at the group a few more times, then immediately turned away guiltily, looking towards the Oriental Pearl Tower in the distance. The brightly lit tower pointed straight into the night sky , its back reflecting the beautiful night view of Pudong, creating a vibrant Shanghai night scene. 　　This was Shanghai, a city he was so proud of. The thought of Pudong's rapid development and tremendous achievements in recent years filled him with immense pride. If it weren't for Shanghai's rapid growth in recent years, their business wouldn't have reached where it is today. 　　He sighed, started the car, and slowly drove towards Huaihai Road. 　　　＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊　　Zhao Lan, from "Hai Shi Hao," wasn't chosen by the group of newly arrived men. She remained silent, her heart blank.

A sense of melancholy pervaded the air. The women sitting in their chairs were actually competing with each other, using their
most alluring and seductive gazes to entice each guest who entered. Being chosen first was like
an award proving one's beauty surpassed that of the other women.

Several chosen ladies, arm in arm with their respective guests, leaned coquettishly against them as they entered the inner dance
hall, leaving behind a trail of laughter and chatter echoing through the room.

Zhao Lan's beauty was no longer comparable to that of the younger migrant women and the third and fourth-year university students;
the groups of guests didn't seem to want to choose her. These groups were often the most generous, as they
were entertained and likely to pay with company funds, tipping without batting an eye.

Just then, a single guest entered. Zhao Lan perked up, smiling gently, displaying an extremely dignified,
ladylike, and considerate demeanor.

Zhao Lan wasn't like those young women who either dressed extravagantly, heavily made up, using a flirtatious and seductive
image to attract customers, or deliberately wore light makeup, appearing as innocent and pure young schoolgirls, using a charming
and shy image to lure customers. Zhao Lan took a different approach. She neither deliberately acted provocatively nor
feigned but chose the image of a proper and mature woman. This was a choice she had to make, as she didn't have much
of the youthful charm to offer.

But she was still quite successful, having a number of regular customers at "Hai Shi Hao." Many middle-aged men
specifically chose mature women like her who were considerate and warm. In their words, they couldn't stand
the vulgarity of those promiscuous women, nor did they like the affected and pretentious innocence.

After several groups of customers had passed by, a middle-aged man arrived. He seemed fairly decent. After scanning the faces and bodies of the women on the bench,
he finally pointed to Zhao Lan.

A surge of secret delight washed over her. Zhao Lan greeted the guest with a beaming smile, expertly taking his arm and
leading him into the dance hall as if he were an acquaintance. She smiled gently, carefully pressing her breasts against his arm,
softly greeting and flattering him as they walked.

They sat side-by-side on a double sofa in a corner of the dance hall. Zhao Lan greeted him in a soft tone, beginning to flirtatiously intrude
, and even taking his hand to her shoulder so he could put his arm around her neck.

The middle-aged man, who was holding her, immediately and unceremoniously pinched her breasts a few
times through her clothes. She sighed inwardly, realizing she'd encountered another seasoned sex worker, but smiled seductively and swayed to his side.
Business was getting harder and harder; the men were all incredibly shrewd, and it was impossible not to let them take advantage of her
.

Alas, her poor husband didn't know that these days, escorts weren't just about
chatting, drinking, and dancing with guests. Because there were more and more escorts, the guests were becoming increasingly unrestrained with their bodies;
now they could touch any part of her body. Supply exceeds demand, creating a buyer's market, and the sex industry is no exception.
Even if you're unwilling, many others are eager to do it.

The dance hall is filled with couples, almost without exception, the men
flirting and teasing their women, while the women force smiles and fawn. Winning a man's favor is
the only way to earn tips here; the aloof attitude of the past is no longer effective. She hasn't encountered such
reserved customers who just sit and chat for a long time.

The man beside Zhao Lan has one arm around her neck and the other groping her thigh beneath her skirt. She uses her hand
to protect her upper thigh, trying to delay his advances, while holding up her glass and constantly urging him to drink
, hoping to get him drunk so she can better manage him.

This man isn't very interested in Zhao Lan's flirting; his greater interest lies in groping and pinching her body
. Such men are the most difficult to deal with.

The music starts, and they move to the center of the dance hall to dance.

This wasn't really dancing; it was just standing there, the woman's arms wrapped around the man's neck,
being swayed . Since her hands were no longer used to resist the man's advances, her body became
an object of their wanton play. This kind of dance became the best way for men to take advantage of women.

The man Zhao Lan was holding began to caress her body forcefully, as if trying to penetrate her
skin through her skirt. His lips, reeking of smoke and alcohol, chased hers, his body pressed tightly against her chest. She deliberately
giggled and shook her head to avoid his lips, teasing him with a flirtatious yet coquettish manner, occasionally letting him have his way,
allowing his lips to have some of their way around hers.

This was a technique she had developed over a long period. She couldn't let the man kiss her all at once, but rather let him
have his way little by little; this maximized the man's desire for her and kept
him interested for a long time.

Her ear was tickled by the man's heavy breathing, and her earring was being teased by his tongue. She
chuckled and turned her head, her cheek brushing against his tongue, leaving a wet
trail of disgusting saliva on her carefully made-up face. She buried her face in his chest. This was the most effective
way to avoid the harassment of a man's mouth without too much angering the customer.

The man's hands moved to her chest, slipping inside her sundress and
kneading . Although his actions were relatively gentle and considerate, her body still reacted strongly. This
was her most sensitive area.

She endured his advances, thinking of her husband driving the van, still insisting that she not
do anything inappropriate with customers—that she should only sell smiles, not prostitution.

But what exactly constitutes inappropriateness? Does having a man put his hand inside her clothes to touch her breasts count? What about touching her genitals? What
about inserting his fingers? Doesn't that cross the line? If we look at undressing, customers sometimes pull
her panties down from under her skirt. Does that count as inappropriateness? If we use ejaculation as the dividing line, then
is it still considered outrageous for her to help a customer masturbate to ejaculation? These are already the basic rules of escort services, things she can't control at all
.

Her bottom line in the dance hall is not allowing customers to penetrate her. Other than that, mutual
touching is fine. Once, a customer even rubbed his penis against her labia, pushing it inwards while she
masturbated him. Although he didn't ultimately penetrate her, how different is that from intercourse?

She had always kept this from her husband. She didn't know how he would react 　　if he knew the reality of their work as escorts .

Zhao Lan had tentatively told Zhuang Jianhai that for women in their thirties who were already escorts,
it was very difficult to continue working as just hostesses in dance halls. The fees paid by clients were decreasing, and they were demanding
more . She cited several of her colleagues who had started working as full-time escorts in private rooms to earn more money, or simply
going out with clients.

His reaction wasn't particularly negative. But he still insisted that she maintain her dignity and purity. He said,
"You know, I don't care about this kind of thing, so what? But I really
don't trust you to do this with different clients. How do I know if they've contracted any diseases?"

She was speechless. She believed that safety wasn't his primary concern; his opposition stemmed from his
"concern" about that matter. But neither of them wanted to delve into this point, keeping it a tacit understanding. She was actually
very grateful for his attitude towards her.

However, last night, the couple had another long talk. To her surprise, he actually agreed that she could
accompany clients for sex, which meant he agreed to her prostitution. As long as the clients paid reasonably, she could
do whatever she wanted.

This was blatant prostitution. This completely changed the nature of her role as a "brothel attendant." Although she really wanted
to earn that money, she had never actually let a client do it before, and the thought of it made her very nervous. The thought of those
big and small hard objects penetrating her... it would be different from doing it with her husband, wouldn't it?

The man holding her pressed her close to his body, his hands playing with her buttocks,
slowly kneading them through her skirt and panties. She could feel his penis already swollen, pressing against her genitals through her clothes
.

Would this man ask her to do it? Seeing how interested he was in her body, maybe he would.

Thinking this, Zhao Lan felt a surge of panic and unease. 　　Zhuang Jianhai drove slowly, his eyes scanning every couple on the street for potential clients. 　　His van wasn't a regular taxi, not just a simple vehicle to transport passengers from one place to another

. The back of his van was a converted, stylish bed. His real business was hauling prostitutes and their clients to the back for sex. 　　Many clients simply needed a secluded spot to meet a prostitute; renting a hotel room by the hour was cheaper than a private room in a nightclub. But renting this van was even cheaper—it could be charged by the hour, or they could have sex while driving, stopping when they were done and charging by mileage. The van could also be driven to wherever the client wanted, allowing them to use the time on the road to meet women—economical and practical. Some clients would let him stop in a secluded spot, then leave afterward. But many more found the swaying of the van incredibly romantic. 　　He wasn't the first to come up with the idea, but he was one of the quickest to join this business. In Shanghai, you couldn't afford to be lazy. 　　At a nearby street corner, Zhuang Jianhai picked up a fare. A young man who looked like a college student hitched a ride with a seductive prostitute in his van. 　　He felt relieved. At least he wouldn't have wasted gas tonight. As the number of people driving these vans increased , his business declined, often leaving his van empty all night. 　　He turned on his rearview mirror, signaling to the customer that he wouldn't peek. Actually, his rearview mirror still had a corner that reflected the entire back, and he could easily see the view from behind with just a slight tilt of his head. 　　Men are always very curious, especially about such sights. However, Zhuang Jianhai didn't peek every time. After all, it got boring after a while; it was almost always the same. In his words, it was just two mounds of flesh swaying back and forth in the van. 　　The young man seemed inexperienced; as soon as he got in the car, he hastily pulled off the woman's skirt, grabbed her, and groped her. After undressing himself, he quickly pulled down her underwear and began moaning and groaning as he had sex with her. 　　Zhuang Jianhai knew how to subtly glance in the rearview mirror each time the car passed a streetlight. But today he wasn't particularly interested, only glancing at it once or twice. The two naked bodies intertwined behind him, writhing under the neon lights, were familiar sights to him, nothing new. 　　He drove at the slowest, most fuel-efficient speed, idly casting his gaze towards the distant riverside night view. He was now leisurely driving south along the Bund, the night view across the Huangpu River flashing between obstacles. 　　Would Zhao Lan be treated like this tonight? His thoughts drifted back to his wife, the image of Zhao Lan's snow-white body being embraced by a strange man flashing in his mind . The thought made his heart race. He had felt the same way when Zhao Lan first started working as a prostitute . But he quickly overcame that feeling. He believed it would be the same this time. 　　It's just a matter of touching and prodding, right? Hadn't Zhao Lan's body already been thoroughly explored in the dance hall? 　　He knew he shouldn't think that way. But two weeks ago, he had his first opportunity to pick up a prostitute and was surprised to realize how outdated his understanding of escort services had been. 　　Although he had always solicited customers outside various nightclubs, he had never actually entered a dance hall to hire a prostitute. He had no idea what level of service the escorts provided, or what the private rooms in dance halls were like; he thought they were just places for karaoke. 　　He laughed at his own naiveté. 　　Two weeks earlier, an old classmate from New York had come to visit him in Shanghai, and to show his hospitality, he took him to a dance hall. His 　　classmate, Lao Wang, from New York, was still unmarried, and Zhuang Jianhai couldn't help but feel a surge of superiority. 　　Back then, he really wasn't cut out for the TOEFL or GRE and missed the wave of studying abroad. However, after all these years abroad, Old Wang's life hadn't turned out that well. In Zhuang's eyes, he was utterly unsophisticated. If you didn't know his background, you'd think he'd just come from some small county. 　　Shanghainese people despise unsophistication the most. 　　That day, Zhuang Jianhai specially took a day off work and didn't drive, taking Old Wang to stroll along Nanjing Road and the Bund in Shanghai. Old Wang had ten...

Having not returned to Shanghai for a year, this trip was truly eye-opening. The newly built skyscrapers, the elevated highways, pedestrian
bridges, river-crossing bridges, and underwater tunnels—all dazzled Old Wang. He kept marveling at
how much .

Zhuang Jianhai was very proud of this. Indeed, Shanghai's development in recent years had astonished the world.

Shanghai at night was even more breathtaking for Old Wang. This dazzling world of Shanghai was in no way inferior to world-class cities like New York
. This was something Old Wang wholeheartedly admitted.

He invited Old Wang to the City God Temple to try various snacks. This was the most economical way; even slightly decent restaurants
were ridiculously expensive.

Sure enough, Old Wang praised the numerous foods on the snack street. He had long heard that foreigners' food was terrible
, incomparable to Chinese culinary culture. The food here was not only diverse but also extremely cheap, mostly
small businesses run by laid-off workers, yet it made someone like Old Wang, a visitor from New York, linger.

This made Zhuang Jianhai very happy. Getting things done efficiently for minimal cost is the most shrewd trait of Shanghainese.

After dinner, Zhuang planned to show Old Wang around Shanghai's nightclubs.
He knew what Old Wang was thinking from the look in his eyes whenever he passed by the flashing neon lights of nightclubs and saw the signs for beautiful women.
Reading people was his livelihood.

He understood Old Wang well. After all, he was quite old and had never been with a woman. In America, where AIDS
was rampant, he figured an honest, simple man like him wouldn't dare to go looking for prostitutes.

Old Wang told Zhuang Jianhai that there were no escorts in New York. This surprised Zhuang Jianhai immensely. No wonder someone from New York was
so unsophisticated. He was truly glad he hadn't blindly joined the trend of going abroad.

He was even more determined to show Old Wang around Shanghai's nightclubs, even if it was expensive, to broaden his
horizons. Besides, wasn't Shanghai's most distinctive and impressive nightlife its numerous
dance halls, large and small, scattered throughout the city?

He took Lao Wang to a nightclub called "Xin De Lai." He'd never been before, of course, but based on his frequent passing through
, he figured it was about the same level as "Hai Shi Hao." He told Lao Wang the girls there provided
excellent service, his manner so uncouth that even he felt a little uneasy, as if he were
a regular at Shanghai nightclubs. However, any nightclub in Shanghai was a novelty for Lao Wang, something he'd only encountered in New York
.

For some reason, he always felt a sense of superiority when he was with Lao Wang. He increasingly felt that Shanghai was
a truly captivating world-class metropolis, and he felt incredibly proud to be a Shanghainese.

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Zhao Lan had already danced several songs with this customer; it seemed this man would be spending the entire night with her. This
man, according to him, was some kind of section chief—not a high-ranking official, but with some power. He seemed quite satisfied with her tonight;
it seemed she wouldn't have a small gain. Maybe he'd even pay the bill with public funds? Who knew.

Being booked by this man made her feel a little proud.

Her looks weren't exactly top-tier here; the young, out-of-town girls were all stunning, making her extremely jealous
. But she also possessed a certain allure, the kind of allure only a mature woman has. And she was experienced. She knew how to
please her customers.

Shanghai women's "coquettishness" is famous throughout the country. This was very evident in "Hai Shi Hao." These local
Shanghai escorts couldn't compare to the out-of-town "country house" women in terms of looks, but they always managed to get many
repeat customers' affections, which was inseparable from their quality.

Now they were embracing and huddled in a corner of the sofa. Not far away, two other couples were also entwined,
engaging in very bold intimate acts, oblivious to others. One of the women's skirt straps was pulled up to her arm,
almost completely exposing her breasts, which weren't wearing a bra. Another woman's skirt was piled up, revealing glaringly white
underwear.

The man's large hand began to grope upwards under Zhao Lan's skirt. She could no longer resist his advances;
she didn't want to offend such a guest. She breathed heavily, half-heartedly,
rubbing her face against his, feigning resistance with each thrust, one hand loosely grasping his
hand inside her skirt, the other pressing down on the other side of the skirt, her legs tightly pressed together.

Her shyness actually encouraged his further actions. He began to touch her most intimate
parts through her panties, his fingers finding the folds of her vulva and rubbing them up and down.

She moaned exaggeratedly, her hand reaching for the man's genitals,
gently rubbing his erect penis through his pants. She knew from his heavy breathing that her actions were having an effect, and
she stimulated his genitals even more vigorously, kissing his face ingratiatingly.

His fingers restlessly slipped inside her panties, teasing her pubic hair. She twisted her body a few times,
not intending to immediately stop his advances.

He became even more enthusiastic, his fingers penetrating deeper into her panties, directly touching her already engorged labia. She
was pleased that her lower body was already wet; men always enjoyed seeing women's bodies react to their touch
.

It was time to stop him. She had to let him have his way, not let him get everything too easily, otherwise
it would be difficult to maintain his interest for long. She playfully pushed his hands away, crossing one leg over his,
maintaining intimate contact while effectively protecting her private parts. At the same time, she wrapped her arms around his neck and
began to feign complaints in a coquettish voice.

This man was clearly an expert; he took advantage of her provocation, pulling her into his arms and showering her with
kisses. Unable to dodge this attack, she simply let him have his way, then, panting heavily, playfully
pushed him away, repeatedly saying, "I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"

Of course, he wouldn't let her off so easily. He pulled her up, making her straddle his lap, and
grabbed her arms, pulling them back around his neck. He began to assault her upper body with his hands. He pulled down
the straps of her skirt, letting them hang on her arms, revealing her milky-white bra. Her firm breasts
were faintly visible through the silk fabric.

He held her tightly, preventing her from pulling away, and began to kiss her bra.

She moaned softly, mostly out of sheer instinct. For some reason,
her breasts remained incredibly sensitive even after so many years of marriage. This was why she always insisted on wearing a bra.
Of course, a bra couldn't stop many men's advances. Customers often asked her to remove it
. But this gave her some leverage, and some customers had indeed told her that women wearing bras
were more sexy and provocative.

Now, the man calmly rubbed his mouth against her bra, while his hands reached her
back. She pressed her face against his hair, trying to resist the stimulation. Every time a customer played with her breasts,
it was the most unbearable moment for her. What was infuriating was that almost every customer was interested in her breasts; she didn't
know if it was because her breasts were particularly full, or if this part of a woman simply had an irresistible attraction for men
.

No matter how much she hated customers playing with her breasts, she had to endure it now. She had already used the music to sway her body several times during the dance
to avoid his advances, and if she avoided him again, he would probably really be unhappy.

He was indeed a seasoned womanizer. With both hands behind her back,
he unhooked her bra through her skirt, then used his lips to pry open the already loose bra and kiss her breasts directly.

The intense stimulation was almost unbearable for her. But with his hands on her back, there was no escape. She
withdrew her hands from his neck, tightly covering her bra, carefully protecting her nipples, leaving a
small portion of her breasts for him to enjoy. She began to sway her body, pressing his head forward. But his lips remained firmly
pressed around her breasts, and no matter how she twisted, she couldn't break free. She sighed and had to give up, letting him
kiss and fondle her breasts directly, only pulling away forcefully each time he was about to touch her nipples.

The music started again, and she invited him to dance once more. But he lifted his head from her breasts and said, "Don't jump anymore, just
play like this." She was a little nervous. If they continued like this, he might ask for real sex. She had encountered
this situation many times before. In the past, she always simply refused. Most men wouldn't be particularly unhappy, at most they
would just give less extra tip.

But today? Should she really agree to do it with him?

The thought of completely opening her whole body to let this person enter, thus crossing this
last line that every woman cherishes so much, suddenly made her extremely panicked.

How should she negotiate the price with him? Two hundred dollars? Or one hundred? At least eighty. One time or
an hour? Even prostitutes outside charge fifty dollars an hour. Just tell him it's her first time, it's not
a lie, he can ask the boss. Anyway, she won't do it for less than eighty.

She regretted not letting Zhuang Jianhai set a definite price for her yesterday. Lost

in her thoughts, she saw him reach into his pants, which were covered by her skirt, and unzip his own pants
. It seemed he had reached the point where he absolutely needed to release the pent-up sexual desire within him.

This was the time to speak. She gently moved her skirt aside to cover the ripped opening in his trousers, and
softly told him that this wasn't the place for this. If he wanted, she could accompany him to a private room.

He said somewhat angrily, "Why not? Aren't you afraid of being seen?"

As he spoke, he lifted her skirt, pressing one of her hands under it to his erect penis, leering at
her with an ambiguous smile, his hands caressing her snow-white thighs. It turned out he wasn't even wearing underwear, already prepared to let the young
lady help him masturbate.

She knew he only wanted her to masturbate him here, unwilling to spend the money for a private room. She cursed him inwardly for being stingy
, but the thought that she wouldn't immediately cross that final line of prostitution, even if it was only a temporary delay,
made her feel a weight lifted from her shoulders. She would be more nervous if he actually did it.

She hesitated for a moment, then deliberately covered his genitals with her skirt, her hand slipping inside to gently
caress his penis, loosely grasping it and slowly stroking it.

His lips met hers. 　　The breathing in the back of the carriage grew heavier, and Zhuang Jianhai could feel the normally smooth car shaking slightly

. He chuckled lightly; the young man in the back seemed to have finished quickly, and the car had only just left the Bund. 　　This kind of sexual activity was commonplace for him, happening almost daily under his nose . This was why he was so indifferent to it. He believed he didn't care if Zhao Lan was being played like this. But … could she get a good deal? If it wasn't worth it, it was better not to do it at all. This was what he repeatedly told Zhao Lan. He firmly believed that everything in the world had a price. 　　Thinking back to the time he accompanied Old Wang to the nightclub, he was very dissatisfied with what she was earning now. They've been played like this, and they're only making a few bucks? It'd be better to just go straight to the point and actually make money. 　　That's why he agreed to let Zhao Lan handle the situation depending on the client's request for a full- service 　　package. Of course, he wouldn't tell her that. What he told her was, "If someone's willing to be a sucker, why not take advantage of them?" He didn't understand why he hadn't been able to see this clearly. He was so naive; look at Duan Husheng, that's shrewd. Duan's wife always called Duan Husheng first when she had a client. If Duan Husheng's car was still available, she could make double. So carefree. 　　Thinking of Duan Husheng's wife's affected swaying as she clung to a man, he recalled the woman's body sitting on his lap at "Xin De Lai"—she was also a Shanghai woman. 　　He had just happened to choose a Shanghai woman. He boasted to Lao Wang that he had good taste. Afterwards, he even thought he had good taste himself. 　　That day, Old Wang was immediately captivated by the row of women as soon as he entered, but Zhuang Jianhai was a seasoned professional. He remained unmoved by their seductive poses; after all, this was his trade, and he seemed quite experienced. He was rather averse to overly frivolous women, and naturally chose a mature woman who appeared rather dignified. Moreover, her skin was truly fair, pleasing to his eye, even fairer than Zhao Lan's. 　　Perhaps his choice of her was unconsciously influenced by Zhao Lan?

When he later discovered she was a genuine Shanghai woman, he was very pleased with his judgment.
He later boasted to Lao Wang that these days, dance halls were full of girls from other places, but he could tell at a glance who was a real
Shanghainese.

Lao Wang, however, was captivated by a glamorous woman. According to Lao Wang later, he couldn't resist that woman
. He said this with lipstick marks all over his face. But Zhuang Jianhai knew this wasn't what Lao Wang truly felt. He could
tell that Lao Wang was quite taken with that woman.

The girl accompanying Zhuang Jianhai was named Yun Hong. What a vulgar name. But what could he do? These days, all the girls had vulgar
names. What was Zhao Lan's name in the dance hall? He still didn't know. Was it something like
Jingjing ? Or Zhengzheng?

For some reason, being held by this woman's arm always reminded him of his wife. Perhaps it was because it was his first time
playing with a woman outside, so he felt a little guilty? Zhao Lan knew he had accompanied Lao Wang out, but he hadn't told her about coming to the dance hall
. Zhuang Jianhai wasn't afraid to speak up because he was afraid of his wife. Unlike many Shanghai men, he was never
henpecked. He didn't tell Zhao Lan about his trip to the dance hall because he hadn't planned to
waste money there.

He trusted Zhao Lan would understand. After all, Old Wang had come from afar and had never been to a Shanghai
nightclub before; taking him there would only cost a few hundred yuan, which he could easily earn back in a few nights. Shanghainese are never
stingy. They're always generous when it comes to spending money, but their
shrewd spending leads many to mistakenly believe they're stingy.

However, he didn't mention it to Zhao Lan afterwards, not because he was afraid, but for another reason.

In his view, spending money in a dance hall was basically being ripped off. Leaving aside the exorbitantly expensive drinks,
singing a song and making others uncomfortable while you vent was one thing, but being asked for tips after a few insincere flirtations from a woman
was something he absolutely refused to accept. Who doesn't know that those girls' sweet talk is all fake
? Dancing with a girl? He wouldn't even be interested in dancing with his own wife. They've all been there, they know
what's going on.

He didn't tell Zhao Lan about this experience afterward because it was truly unexpected. It was
quite a shock. Although they only stayed there for a short time, it was a truly intoxicating
night, one he would never forget.

He still remembered the eerie men and women in the dimly lit rotating lights on the ceiling of the hall.
His mind gradually recalled almost every detail of that day.

Yun Hong led him inside, and he was immediately stunned by the "outrageous" "dance moves" of several couples on the dance floor
. What kind of shady dance hall was this?

A man lifted his dance partner's skirt and rubbed his thigh against her underwear repeatedly. Even
Zhuang Jianhai, who had no musical knowledge, could see that the leg movements were completely out of rhythm, purely taking advantage of the girl.
Another man's hand was inserted into the woman's underwear, taking advantage of her buttocks, while his mouth was
passionately kissing her. Hadn't Zhao Lan said that guests were generally not allowed to kiss directly on the lips?

The other man's actions shocked him even more: he was sucking on the woman's
nipple, which was exposed from under her slipped skirt, and pressing his face against her breasts.

The women seemed completely unfazed by these men's inappropriate behavior, letting them do as they pleased. Some
even actively used their bodies to invite the men's advances. Was this still dancing?

Zhuang Jianhai couldn't reconcile this scene with his memories of men and women dancing. He had thought that
close, cheek-to-cheek dancing was the worst.

Two scantily clad girls on stage were performing a provocative dance. Their movements were practically
a provocation to men. Even he, who considered himself worldly-wise, felt his heart race. He even

thought he had come to the wrong place. But since he was already inside, and had hinted to Old Wang that he was a regular here
, he couldn't just leave. Moreover, the ticket price of several tens of yuan wouldn't be easy to recoup.

Old Wang seemed to be burning with lust, his eyes blazing with desire.

Seeing Old Wang's state, Zhuang Jianhai calmed down. What's
done is done. He'd seen couples having sex before, hadn't he? What was the big deal about a little striptease?

However, what churned in his mind wasn't the outrageous actions of these men and women, but rather his thought of Zhao Lan. Because
the men dancing here were invariably taking advantage of the women to an excessive degree. Was Zhao Lan also being played
like this ? Or was this a very shady dance hall?

When they sat down on the sofa in the corner, he discovered that the actions of the men and women sitting on the dimly lit sofa
were even more obscene than those on the dance floor.

Before he could even get a good look at the men and women around him, Yun Hong's gentle lips were already close to his, calling him
"sir" and "boss" in a sweet voice, and even saying in Shanghainese, "Don't you come often?"

Luckily, she spoke very softly, and he was sure Old Wang didn't hear her, otherwise it would have been truly embarrassing for him. Old Wang was already
wrapped around the neck of that flirtatious woman named Qian Ying and was completely at a loss.

Zhuang Jianhai was actually a little dizzy from the stimulating fragrance emanating from Yun Hong's body pressed against him
. This was something he had never experienced before. The women in his back of the car often had a strong fragrance, but
this time the woman's body was actively pressed against his shoulder, and he could touch her breasts with the slightest movement of his arm.

His shock was brief. Although it was the first time he had actually been so close to a prostitute, the thought that he was here
to spend money, and might as well have some fun, gradually calmed him down.

What kind of prostitutes hadn't he seen? His own wife was a prostitute, and he hugged her all the time, didn't he?

Later, he gradually adapted, boldly opening his arms to embrace the alluring body that was offered to him.
He even said to Qianying opposite him, "She's from New York, you should treat her well." He
acted like a seasoned pro.

Yunhong, on top of him, also let out a surprised "Ouch," seemingly pressing her body even closer to his
. This made him very happy. He was no longer numb; as Yunhong moved his hand towards her neck, he seized the opportunity
to begin touching Yunhong's snow-white breasts. He thought she would definitely try to shy away, but he...
To his surprise, she proactively guided his hand inside her bra, while simultaneously kissing his cheek in a flattering manner.

He secretly praised her; the service here was indeed excellent, and his boast to Old Wang had come true.
He felt a surge of satisfaction.

When he touched her soft breasts inside her bra, his face involuntarily flushed, and he hesitated to move
further . After all, it was his first time touching a strange woman's breasts like this, and his lower body began to stir.

Yun Hong's hands roamed freely over his body, from his upper body to his thighs, and then to
the groin. Her hands intentionally or unintentionally touched his genitals.

His penis immediately became erect. Such stimulating actions so quickly were far beyond his expectations.
Yun Hong's hands also intentionally or unintentionally teased his sensitive areas, and the sensation of this strange woman touching his erect penis made
him very embarrassed.

He suddenly wondered if his wife was currently serving another man in the same way? A sudden surge of jealousy welled up inside him
—a sour feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time.

His hands became less restrained, kneading her breasts more boldly. Her bra only
covered a little over half of her breasts, and it hung loosely on top, allowing him to easily
feel her nipples.

He later realized that the bra clasp had been undone, rendering it useless under her skirt.
She seemed to groan in pain as he kneaded her, which only aroused his pity, forcing him to stop.

She seemed touched by his kindness, placing his hands on her breasts as if to say, "
Do as you please." Touching such a woman indiscriminately aroused him greatly.

He hadn't touched a woman's breasts like this in a long time. In fact, Zhao Lan had never allowed him to touch her so freely; even a few
touches would make her cry out in discomfort. Now it was different; Yun Hong could let him touch and play with her as he pleased. He practically
held her entire breast in his hands.

Is this how escort services are now, allowing customers to grope the girls at will? Seeing the extremely
outrageous and lewd scenes of men and women around him, Zhuang Jianhai thought of his wife, Zhao Lan, who was currently entertaining clients at "Hai Shi Hao."

He had suffered a huge loss. He never imagined that Zhao Lan's escort work had become so blatant
. How was this any better than outright prostitution? The money earned was disproportionately small; no wonder Zhao Lan repeatedly said she wanted to
take on clients offering full-service.

Across from him, Qian Ying sat cross-legged on Lao Wang's lap, her arms around his neck, whispering something,
her lips occasionally rubbing against his face, acting coquettishly, making Lao Wang dizzy with pleasure.

A woman dressed in tacky clothes appeared on stage, beginning to sway her body to the powerful rhythms of disco, and starting to
remove her clothes piece by piece. It was an extremely lewd atmosphere. More than a month
later, Zhuang Jianhai could still remember many details of the sensations, especially the intoxicating feeling of
kneading .

The sounds of passengers in the carriage behind him jolted him from his reverie. They had finished playing and were getting dressed while
settling the bill in the dim light. The woman's upper body was still naked in the dim carriage.

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Zhao Lan straddled the man's lap, one arm around his neck, the other hand stroking his penis with increasing
speed. She could tell what her client needed from his panting. The man opened his mouth to
kiss her lips, as if trying to suck the lipstick off them. She slowly opened her lips, allowing him
to kiss her more passionately.

Previously, she never allowed clients to kiss her lips directly; the contact of bodily fluids always disgusted her. But now,
this kind of kissing was commonplace; she was kissed dozens of times a night. Sometimes she was even forced to accept French kisses
, letting the client's tongue swirl in her mouth, or letting the client take her tongue into his mouth. What she hated most was when a guest
forced her to drink mouth-to-mouth; the feeling of humiliation was intense.

The man's breath reeked of smoke and alcohol, which was no longer so unbearable for Zhao Lan, who was used to it.
What she found unbearable was the intense stimulation his hands were giving her breasts. He had already pulled down her
bra, and his hands were completely free to knead and play with her breasts. To escape this torment, she could only try
to make him climax as soon as possible.

She pinched the foreskin of his penis with her hands, rubbing it up and down rapidly, and the increased stimulation made him
breathe even harder into her mouth. Her hands were already stained with a trace of fluid that had seeped from his penis; she knew she needed to push him
harder to reach orgasm.

He moved his hands down, reaching under her skirt and pulling her panties down to his thighs as far as he could
. Her genitals were basically exposed in front of his penis. She sighed inwardly, not stopping his intrusion
, and continued to masturbate him, while also kissing him more actively, trying to distract him from his actions.

He began to knead her labia with his hand, while stroking her pubic hair with his other. Thankfully, it seemed he only wanted to
play with her genitals and didn't intend to penetrate her, otherwise it would have been a much more complicated affair.

She continued to stimulate his genitals with her hand, the penis growing harder and harder, throbbing in
her grasp. She knew her genitals would soon be covered in a disgusting amount of vaginal fluid. But this wasn't
a bad outcome; hopefully, it wouldn't ruin her skirt.

He extended his devilish tongue from his lips into her mouth, beginning its rampage.
She opened her mouth wider to allow him to indulge. She didn't want to interrupt his excitement as he approached climax
; stimulating him to this point was already exhausting. And preventing him from taking advantage might
offend a customer, so she could only let him continue his rampage in her mouth.

The hot penis grew harder and harder in her hand, nearing its climax. He suddenly pulled her buttocks forcefully
against his thighs, the head of his penis pressed directly against her labia, ready to penetrate further
.

She'd met her match in a cunning old hand. She moaned in protest, determined to stop him there. She used her hand to
pull his penis up slightly, shifting the position of her labia, pressing the head against her pubic hair, and then quickly...
Friction. He didn't force her, but pressed one hand against the back of her head, pressing his tongue more forcefully against her mouth
, swirling it wildly inside. His other hand grabbed one of her breasts, kneading it rapidly until she almost cried out in pain.

A sudden climax erupted. A stream of hot, wet liquid flowed through the pubic hair above Zhao Lan's vulva
. His thick penis throbbed repeatedly in her hand, his entire body thrusting forward several times, as if in sync with
each ejaculation, to gain even more pleasure.

She continued to quickly stroke his penis with her hand until he released her head, letting her mouth leave as she gasped
for breath.

She caught her breath, took two tissues from the table, wrapped them around his penis, and then carefully
rolled up her panties to cover the thick, sticky fluid covering her entire vulva. She
smiled seductively , hooked her arms around his neck, and offered him another tender kiss. 　　Zhuang Jianhai drove slowly along Xizang South Road towards People's Square. His mind drifted back to Zhao Lan. Was she

currently being wantonly played with in some man's arms? Or…? 　　He knew he'd been thinking about these things too much lately. How could he make a living like this if he wasn't so carefree? Let alone let Zhao Lan actually work as a full-service escort. Ever since his last visit to the "Xin De Lai" dance hall, his mind had been filled with the illusion of Zhao Lan naked in a man's arms. 　　He shook his head sharply, knowing he was just indulging in pointless daydreams again. He gripped the steering wheel tightly and professionally scanned the crowd on the street, his eyes scanning each couple. 　　One couple leaned against a tree trunk, embracing tightly; the woman's legs were spread wide, allowing the man's legs to be between them. Another couple huddled in a secluded corner, their faces pressed together. Couples were a common sight on the streets of Shanghai at night. Women's dresses have become increasingly revealing and sexy in recent years as living standards have improved. 　　A beautiful figure flashed past in his side mirror, bringing back the image of Yun Hong's pretty face and alluring body to his mind . Zhuang Jianhai's thoughts returned to that intoxicating night at the "Xin De Lai" dance hall . 　　The "Xin De Lai" dance hall was indeed far too lewd. Zhuang Jianhai had thoroughly explored Yun Hong's body . As if to verify his last remaining doubt, when his hand touched Yun Hong's panties, she not only showed no resistance but also willingly parted her legs, allowing him to freely touch and fondle her genitals through her panties. He almost inserted his fingers into her vagina through her pants. 　　This far exceeded his acceptable limits for escort services. But it seemed that all the escorts there were like this. And this touching was just the beginning. 　　Did Zhao Lan also work as an escort like Yun Hong? He had never asked his wife this question. He really didn't want to embarrass her. He had strongly persuaded her to become an escort in the first place. Getting a conservative woman like Zhao Lan to do that kind of thing would require a lot of persuasion. He never expected the escort services to become so blatant; even he, usually so carefree, found it hard to accept. He was quite surprised that Zhao Lan could handle this kind of escort service. Perhaps "Hai Shi Hao," where Zhao Lan worked, wasn't as outrageous as "Xin De Lai"? 　　Zhuang Jianhai recalled Yun Hong's hands gently pinching his crotch from the beginning; the stimulation from her skillful hands, even through his pants, was incredibly arousing. After Zhuang Jianhai repeatedly refused her invitation to dance, she simply unzipped his pants and reached inside, playing with his bulging penis through his thin underwear. 　　This bold service greatly surprised Zhuang Jianhai. At this moment, his body was burning with uncontrollable heat; under her skillful caress, his penis immediately swelled to its maximum size. But he still wanted to test how far she could go. He asked her if he could put her hand directly inside. 　　As he expected, Yun Hong actually reached into his trousers and pulled down his underwear, exposing his erect penis . Without any shame, she gave him a meaningful smile and began to massage his shaft, rubbing down. 　　He had never received such treatment before. The gentle feeling of a woman's hand on his penis intensely stimulated his lust. He tightly embraced her slender waist, leaning back on the sofa, fully enjoying the masturbation service from a woman. This was a service he had never experienced before. It was even more stimulating than having sex directly on top of a woman. He had seen men in the back of their chauffeured cars having prostitutes masturbate them. At the time, he was quite puzzled; why not just masturbate yourself? Why pay a woman for help? Now it seemed that man wasn't the "Governor of Hong Kong" he had imagined. The feeling of masturbation could be so wonderful. 　　He persisted for a while under her caresses, then suddenly realized he was about to ejaculate. Wouldn't that make his trousers completely dirty? 　　Seeing his hesitant, downcast expression, Yun Hong immediately understood his thoughts. She released her grip on his penis, slipped her hands under her skirt, and calmly lifted her buttocks, pulling down her panties under Zhuang Jianhai's incredulous gaze. Smiling, she returned to his crotch, slipped her pink panties over his penis, and said to him very understandingly, "Just ejaculate inside." 　　Zhuang Jianhai was truly stunned for a moment. Wasn't she already naked? 　　As if to prove it to him, Yun Hong straddled his lap, her bare genitals directly on his thigh. He could clearly feel her prickly pubic hair rubbing against his thigh through his pants. 　　Yun Hong wrapped her arms around his neck, gently pressing her red lips to his, slowly pressing down on him, rubbing her lips against his, as if inviting him to a passionate kiss. 　　Being embraced and kissed by such a tender woman, his legs rubbing against her genitals, his penis still covered by the woman's recently removed panties, an extremely strange stimulation enveloped Zhuang Jianhai's entire body. 　　He simply reached his hands under her skirt, directly groping her smooth legs, hips, and even her lower abdomen, then down to her thick pubic hair, and finally to her vulva. 　　He was so shocked he almost cried out. She didn't seem to care about his intrusion, instead using one hand to reach under her skirt and begin masturbating him again, his penis feeling even more wonderful under her silk panties.

Zhuang Jianhai was completely intoxicated. He passionately accepted her kisses, his hands roaming freely over her genitals, while simultaneously
enjoying the increasingly rapid rubbing against his penis. He trembled, and a thick stream of semen gushed out, all of it
shooting into her panties. That pleasurable feeling was still vivid in his memory.

Whenever Zhuang Jianhai thought of Yun Hong taking off her panties to masturbate him, his penis would become hard.

Suddenly, he realized why Zhao Lan often washed her panties, sometimes two or even three at a time.
It seemed that Zhao Lan was indeed providing this kind of masturbation service for her clients, and the number of men who had touched her private parts was probably
countless. Thinking of this, Zhuang Jianhai's heart began to ache again.

He sighed, knowing that if Zhao Lan really offered the full service, he would still have a strong psychological reaction
. He was really pathetic. He cursed himself inwardly. It's just like that, isn't it? What's there to be so hung up on?

Just then, a couple at the intersection waved to him. He was overjoyed. Business is really good tonight; days when I can get two clients in one 　　　night
are becoming increasingly rare. 　　After drying herself off in the restroom, changing into a new pair of underwear, Zhao Lan returned wearily to the bench, waiting for her next client. 　　More than an hour passed without a new customer. The bench gradually filled with women, and as the clock on the wall slowly approached midnight, Zhao Lan grew increasingly disappointed. 　　It seemed she would only get one client tonight. 　　Although she sometimes went an entire night without a client, she still hoped to make one more before going home. But midnight was approaching, and it seemed there was little hope. She wondered how Zhuang Jianhai's business was tonight ; it couldn't be good. If this continued, she might really have to resort to soliciting on the street. That would be too shameful. She wasn't as open as Duan Husheng's wife, who often managed to pick up clients on her way home . Zhao Lan simply couldn't bring herself to flirt with every passing man on the street. Just 　　as she was lost in thought, a burly man burst in. A loud, accented Shandong voice bombarded the manager with questions. 　　It turned out he was from out of town. Zhao Lan used to dislike entertaining out-of-town clients, but now she didn't care anymore . Often, out-of-towners actually gave more tips. She flashed her usual smile, giving the Shandong man a seductive look. There were still a dozen or so women on the bench, each sporting their most alluring smiles, all vying for what might be the last client of the night. 　　The Shandong man said to the manager, "Do you have any Shanghai girls?! I'm looking for a Shanghai girl. Not from out of town . I've heard Shanghai girls are very charming, I came specifically to find one." 　　Zhao Lan's eyes lit up. She was one of the few Shanghainese on the bench. The manager told the Shanghai girls to stand up so the Shandong man could choose. The Shandong man looked them up and down with some suspicion and said, "Aren't there any younger ones?" 　　Despite his rude tone, Zhao Lan maintained her inherent restraint, her face still displaying a charming smile, suppressing her dissatisfaction . Years of professional experience told her that to make money, you had to be patient. 　　Sure enough, the Shandong man's eyes were fixed on her breasts, seemingly very satisfied with her figure. Before the supervisor could answer, he grabbed Zhao Lan's arm and loudly said, "Okay, okay, she's the one." 　　He then led her inside. 　　Under the envious gazes of several other guests, Zhao Lan helped the other guests lead him inside. 　　The straightforward Shandong man sat down and immediately pulled Zhao Lan onto his thick lap, one arm around her neck , the other beginning to grope and fondle her body impatiently. Zhao Lan later learned that he had just gotten off a plane and taken a taxi directly there, already showing signs of impatience. 　　Zhao Lan professionally giggled and began to flirt with him. Like the first customer, this Shandong man didn't seem to care much about the flirting. He mumbled in response, his attention still focused on his hands groping her body, constantly praising her: "Shanghai women's skin is so damn white and smooth! I've heard that Shanghai people's skin is so white because there's so much bleach in the tap water here, is that true?" 　　Zhao Lan laughed at his naive appearance, not answering his question, but gently leaning closer, rubbing her face against his ear and neck, breathing her fragrant breath on him. The Shandong man was indeed somewhat bewildered , constantly touching her smooth legs, muttering, "You Shanghai women's flesh is so damn tender!" 　　Suddenly, he asked her, "Do you have any private rooms with beds? How much does it cost? Let's get one and have some fun." His question startled Zhao Lan awake. Good heavens, was he asking for the full service? Her heart raced. The thought of her about to experience her first full-service experience filled her with panic. 　　Before she could answer, the Shandong man beckoned the proprietress, who was at another table, and asked, " How much does it cost for these private rooms?" 　　The proprietress approached with a beaming smile and said, "Boss, you want a private room? It 's 100 yuan an hour if you book by the hour. You'll have to discuss the tips with the girls separately. However, your Jingjing never goes to the private rooms to serve customers. Why don't you wait here, and I'll find you a few more girls?" 　　"What?" 　　The Shandong man looked at Zhao Lan suspiciously, not understanding why she didn't go to the private rooms to serve customers. Zhao Lan was 　　extremely embarrassed. Should she serve? Why didn't she? 　　Meeting his questioning gaze, Zhao Lan quickly explained, "It's like this, those who come to the private rooms here are there to provide that kind of service. I always only drink and dance with customers at the outdoor tables, I never go into the private rooms to serve customers, so ..." 　　The Shandong man seemed to understand the rules here. He pinched her body with obvious regret and said, "You never entertain guests in private rooms? You never entertain guests in private rooms?" 　　Zhao Lan suddenly realized that if she didn't speak up quickly, she would lose her last customer of the day. 　　Her face flushed red, and she suddenly mustered her courage and whispered to him, "If I go to a private room with you, how much will you pay?" 　　The Shandong man was overjoyed to see her suddenly change her mind and immediately said, "How much do you want?"

"Hmm... two hundred for an hour."

"What? That expensive? Two hundred for an hour?"

Zhao Lan's face flushed even more. She suspected she might have overcharged.

The Shandong man, looking at the silent Zhao Lan, said fiercely, "Fine, fine, since it's your first time,
I'll pay you two hundred. Two hours, four hundred. The whole package. How about it?"

Seeing him agree to her price so readily, she was overjoyed, almost beside herself with delight.
But the thought of spending two hours with him made her heart pound. This time it was for real; her nervousness
was exactly the same as when she first started working at "Hai Shi Hao." After all, she was about to take this final step , becoming a full-fledged prostitute, just like her first time working as an escort—this would be another major turning point
in her life . 　　She would have to get through this sooner or later, and like before, she would adapt quickly. She secretly comforted herself. The thought of taking this crucial step filled her with indescribable anxiety. She had long planned to face this moment, but when it actually arrived, she found herself completely unprepared. 　　Just as she was wondering how to continue, the proprietress led three girls over. They had all heard the Shandong man's last words. Upon hearing that he was willing to pay four hundred, the three girls' eyes lit up. They each grabbed his clothes, coquettishly offering to accompany him. 　　The Shandong man shook them off, freeing himself from their clutches, and pointed to Zhao Lan, telling the proprietress that she was the one, and to have her get a private room for two hours. 　　The three Shanghai women began to mock her coldly: 　　"Oh, she really is quite the seller." 　　"Don't say she's not for sale? I thought she was..." 　　"No, she's not for sale, she's just trying to get a good price." 　　"That kind of person..." 　　"She can do it? Does she know the whole routine?" 　　"What can't she do? Don't underestimate her..." 　　They talked amongst themselves as they walked away, making Zhao Lan feel very uncomfortable. They were usually such good friends, but now they turned on each other so easily. 　　Suddenly, the proprietress said to the Shandong man with some difficulty, "Oh dear, I'm so sorry, our dance hall closes at one o'clock. I can only open it for you for one hour. How about that?" 　　The Shandong man got a little angry, "What? What's wrong with you in Shanghai? Closing at one o'clock? Where I'm from, we play all night long, one o'clock is the start." 　　"Oh dear, you don't know, recently the city has issued new regulations to crack down on prostitution. All entertainment venues are not allowed to operate after one o'clock. We have no choice, who doesn't want to make money? The police really do come to check in the middle of the night , if they catch us, we're finished." 　　Zhao Lan once again felt the coldness of human relationships. The regulations the proprietress mentioned were indeed true, but it was common for customers to stay inside very late after the main doors closed. She guessed that her sudden agreement to serve customers in the private room today had angered the proprietress, and now she was deliberately making things difficult for her. The proprietress had always encouraged her to work in the private rooms, telling her to come to terms with it. Now that she actually wanted to, the proprietress was unhappy. 　　The Shandong man was getting really angry: "No way, if you're going to work, work for two hours. I don't care when you close. If not, I'll take the girl out." 　　With that, he grabbed Zhao Lan and pulled her out. 　　Zhao Lan's mind went blank; she didn't know how to handle the situation. 　　Four hundred yuan! If she didn't take this job, Zhuang Jianhai would definitely call her stupid. Such a good deal was hard to come by. But should she really go out with him? Where should they go? She had never accompanied a customer out of "Hai Shi Hao" before. It late; should she really go to a hotel with him? 　　Hesitating, Zhao Lan was already being pulled out of the dance hall by the Shandong man. 　　Zhao Lan still hoped the proprietress would try to persuade her to stay, but she didn't say a word and just watched them walk out the 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　door .

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