Moms who work as real estate agents 1-9

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Chapter 1:

My mother's name is Chen Xiuping. She's a real estate agent, and her performance at the company is top-notch. She consistently ranks among the top three in monthly sales, and even achieved the number one sales ranking for three consecutive months last year. The company leaders value her highly.

That evening, my mother finally saw off the last batch of clients. She felt like her facial muscles were almost frozen from smiling. Returning to her workstation, she looked around. Most of the people in the company had left, and no one was paying attention to her. So, she stopped being so ladylike and leaned back in her chair to rest. The neckline of her business suit was squeezed open, and although you couldn't see her 36D breasts underneath, the deep cleavage that was squeezed out above the neckline could charm a lot of men.

She rested for a few minutes, then bent her knee and pulled off her stiletto heels. Real estate agents not only have to greet clients at the company all day, but also run around the streets with them. The distance they walk in a year could circle half the Earth. These feet are the most tormented part of her body. Although my mother walks a lot, her feet don't smell very bad. She held the stiletto heel in her hand and twisted her foot that had taken off the shoe a few times, her toes wrapped in black stockings wiggling back and forth, looking quite playful.

Just as my mother was thinking of taking her other foot out of the high heel to stretch it out, she suddenly heard someone cough behind her. Startled, she quickly sat up straight and turned around to see who had made the noise.

Huang Huishan had been standing behind my mother for a while. Ever since she took off her high heels and came out of the office, his eyes had been fixed on her toes, practically drooling. It wasn't until my mother put her heels back on that Huang Huishan snapped out of his daze. Because there were security cameras in the large office, those ten-odd seconds of staring had become somewhat inappropriate, so he quickly made a slight movement. His dry cough was also a reminder to himself.

As Huang Huishan approached, he noticed that my mother's business suit hadn't been adjusted yet. Looking down, he saw that half of her breast was visible at the neckline. He had long coveted those large breasts, and had pretended to accidentally touch them a few times while dining with clients. The weight and softness were still deeply etched in Huang Huishan's memory.

Upon seeing my mother's breasts protruding again, Huang Huishan's eyes were glued to her white flesh. He said in a serious tone, "Xiao Chen, even though it's almost time to leave work, you still need to be mindful of your image at the company. If a client comes later, you won't look good like this."

My mother noticed Huang Huishan's inappropriate gaze and quickly stood up from her chair, slightly adjusting her business skirt. However, her breasts were so prominently displayed that she couldn't easily adjust them in front of Huang Huishan, leaving her white flesh exposed to his gaze.

"Manager Huang, how could that be? My legs are just a little sore. I'm just letting them out for a bit so I can immediately present a good image when a client arrives," my mother replied with a smile, slightly shifting her body to make way for Huang Huishan and prevent him from staring at her chest any longer.

Huang Huishan nodded expressionlessly. Before leaving, he glanced at my mother's chest one last time. From the side, there was little to see, so he reluctantly walked towards the company entrance.
After Huang Huishan left, my mother spat behind him, stuffing her protruding breasts back into her bra while muttering, "What a bastard! Always trying to take advantage of me. When the big boss comes, he'll expose your true colors!"

My mother only dared to say this because no one else was around. The people in the company were all outwardly friendly but inwardly hostile. Who knew that some bastard would hear her and then go and tell Huang Huishan? Huang Huishan's methods of persecuting people were too ruthless. Even though my mother's performance was outstanding, she didn't dare offend him easily. Those two curses were just for show.

My mother returned to her workstation, leaning weakly against the back of her chair. This time, she didn't dare take off her shoes. She sat there listlessly, as it was almost time to leave work, and she had no interest in reviewing the copy. She just wanted to get through the day and go home. Suddenly, she heard the doorbell ring. Thinking Huang Huishan had returned, she quickly sat up straight, afraid that the old man would cause trouble again.

It wasn't Huang Huishan who walked into the company, but two strangers. My mother's body immediately relaxed a little. As a real estate agent who dealt with people all year round, she had a very accurate eye for people. She could tell at a glance that the two men who came in weren't wealthy. Their cheap jackets had lost their shine after washing, paired with shapeless trousers, and their shoes were visibly wrinkled. It was hard to tell how many years they had worn those clothes.

What my mom found slightly noteworthy was that these two men seemed honest enough, and their clothes were relatively clean. If they had looked like dirty beggars, my mom would have kicked them out immediately. After all, the kind of beggar buying a house in novels is extremely rare; it would be much better to spend those ten thousand efforts serving ordinary clients than to earn more commission from such a rare find.

The two men entered, looked around, and seeing my mom sitting upright in front of the computer, her eyes occasionally glancing their way, they immediately put on smiles and quickly walked up to her. One of them was tall and thin, walking in front, while the other, shorter and more stocky, slightly overweight, lagged behind.

The tall, thin man, all smiles, reached into his pocket, seemingly to take out a cigarette. But then, realizing the woman in front of him probably didn't smoke, he awkwardly pulled his hand out and bowed slightly, saying, "Ma'am, do you rent rooms here?"

My mother glanced at the tall, thin man, then looked back at the computer, clicking the mouse haphazardly a few times, making a crisp clicking sound. With a slightly impatient tone, she said, "The sign at the door says it all along: we don't rent rooms here, we only provide brokerage services."

It's no wonder my mother was so rude; these two men's behavior just didn't interest her. Even if she closed a deal, the commission would be at most a few dozen yuan, probably not even enough to cover her gas money. She didn't want to waste time on them. During normal working hours, she would have already sent them to a newbie. After all, newbies need experience too; it's not about how much money you make, it's about gaining experience.

Seeing that my mom had responded, the short, fat man quickly stepped forward, pushing the tall, thin man aside. He smiled obsequiously and said, "Ma'am, we just came from out of town and don't know anything. We urgently need to rent an apartment in the city. Could you recommend one?"

My mom ignored them and continued browsing on the computer for a while. Just then, I got out of school and saw two people standing in my mom's shop. Knowing she was serving customers, I didn't dare approach. I just waved at the shop entrance to let her continue working and prepared to wait for my mom outside. I knew my mom didn't like me around when she was serving customers; she had scolded me for this several times before, so I didn't dare make the same mistake again.

To my surprise, my mom acted strangely today. Seeing me about to leave the shop, she waved me over and called out, "Mingming, come here! I'll be off work in a little while."

I was overjoyed to hear her call and skipped over to her. I sat on the sofa where I usually greeted customers, remaining silent. Even though she had invited me in, I didn't dare be too presumptuous; I had to wait until she finished her work before I dared to speak to her.

The tall, thin man, hearing that my mom was about to leave, became anxious. Being from out of town, he wasn't sure what was going on and didn't dare show any displeasure in front of my mom. He could only force a bigger smile, which creased his already droopy face.

"Big sister, don't rush off work yet. Could you help us see if there are any suitable houses? My brother and I are really looking for a place to rent. We've been looking for two days now, but we haven't found anything suitable." The tall, thin man had a smile on his face, but it looked more like a grimace. The short, fat man next to him chimed in, with a similar expression.

My mom frowned and glanced up sideways, then suddenly noticed she hadn't met her monthly targets. It was almost the end of the month, and if she didn't, her company bonus would be much less. She figured even if she didn't make much money off these two, she couldn't give up the company bonus—it was a substantial amount. So, she slightly changed her tone and asked, "What are your requirements for the rental property? Do you have anything suitable here?"

The short, fat man, as if grasping at a straw, quickly replied, "No requirements, no requirements, just cheap." "Something, the cheaper the better."

I was sitting close to my mom and heard her mutter in her dialect, "The cheaper the better, just sleep on the street, that's the cheapest, no need to pay a penny, then don't bother me here, you two are such cheapskates."

I was reading a book, but after hearing my mom's muttering, I found it a little funny and secretly glanced at the two people. They didn't understand what my mom was saying at all, their smiles didn't fade at all, but their gazes were a bit strange. Normally they should be looking at the computer screen, but their eyes were fixed on my mom.

My mom is 42 years old this year, about 165 cm tall, with an oval face and full lips. In my opinion, she looks a bit like the Japanese AV actress Kazama Yumi. When receiving clients, she stood very straight, her fingers flying across the mouse and keyboard. She rolled up the sleeves of her blazer, revealing her slender, white arms. Women her age often gain weight, and my mother was no exception, though her figure wasn't completely out of shape. While not thin in the right places, she was very well-proportioned, and her 36D breasts were quite full, making the blazer look very ample.

Sitting at her desk, her breasts were practically resting on it. I guessed the two men were staring at her large breasts. Those two country bumpkins probably had never seen such large breasts before. I'd seen that kind of look from my mother's clients many times before, so I wasn't surprised. I glanced at them and then ignored them, just listening to their conversation. After my mother finished, she could take me home.

At first, my mom introduced two cheap apartments to the two men, but they didn't ask any questions, only about the price, and then backed out, insisting that my mom find an even cheaper place. My mom started to get impatient, suppressing her anger as she asked, "You can't do this or that, what kind do you want? Do you want a house in the suburbs? They're really cheap there."

The tall, thin man perked up at the mention of cheap, nodding frantically like a chicken pecking at rice, saying, "Yes, yes, a bit out of the way is fine, as long as it's cheap."

My mom thought for a moment, clicked a few more times on the computer, and after finding a page, she subconsciously snorted. The rent for that apartment was just too cheap; even if she could close the deal, she'd only get a few dollars in commission. Thinking about her company bonus, she decided to tell the two men about that apartment anyway.

“Look, this apartment is only 100 yuan a month, but it’s quite old and far from the city center. If it’s okay, let’s sign the contract,” my mom said. She usually takes clients to see apartments, but this one is too far and wouldn’t earn her any commission, so she didn’t bother.

The short, fat man looked at the computer screen, exchanged a glance with the tall, thin man, and they both nodded. He said, “Hmm, this one’s nice, but could you take us to see it? Isn’t it normal to see the apartment before signing the contract?”

My mom almost fainted. She knew these two had definitely visited other agencies and she couldn’t easily fool them. After thinking for a moment, she said, “Okay, tomorrow morning at nine, go to this address on the computer. I’ll be waiting for you there. If it’s okay, we can sign the contract on the spot.” The

short, fat man quickly waved his hand, forcing a smile, “No, ma’am, we’re in a hurry to move in. Let’s go see it now, and if it’s okay, we can sign the contract later .” "If we can't find a place to stay tonight, we'll really have to sleep on the streets."

The tall, thin man chimed in, leaning forward slightly, clasping his hands together in a pleading manner, and said, "Yes, please, sister, if you're not busy, take us to see it now. If it really can't be done, you can find someone else to take us."

My mother frowned, deep in thought, but didn't notice that after the tall, thin man finished speaking, the short, fat man nudged him lightly with his elbow. I caught this subtle movement but didn't pay much attention, assuming it was an unintentional gesture. However, I later realized what was going on.

My mother then pulled up the performance reports of all the company's employees and saw that many people were just one or two deals away from completing their targets. She was worried that if she didn't go, these two already knew that the company owned the house, and if she contacted other people, someone else would steal the client, leaving her unable to meet her targets and being ridiculed. So, she made a decision in her heart.

"Alright then, let's get this straight. I can take you there later, but whether you rent it or not, I'm not responsible for taking you back to the city. My son is waiting for me to get off work here; I don't have time to take you sightseeing." My mom's attitude was very firm. She probably thought these two were easy to bully. If it were anyone else, she wouldn't have spoken like that. Top-notch sales figures aren't earned by arguing with people.
Seeing that my mom agreed to take them to see the apartment
, the two quickly made promises that after seeing the apartment, they wouldn't bother my mom again. Their attitude was very sincere, a stark contrast to my mom's. This scene made me quite amused. In the past, when my mom recommended apartments to clients, she was always very humble, while the clients were always arrogant. With these two, the roles were reversed.

Hearing their assurances, my mother finally stood up from her workstation and began rummaging through the company's key cabinet. The cabinet contained many keys, and knowing that in this run-down apartment complex, keys couldn't possibly be placed in plain sight, she searched low on the shelves. The more she searched, the lower she bent over, until her round buttocks were sticking out.

The characteristic of a business suit is that it's narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, and my mother's buttocks are exceptionally round. Even when she wasn't bending over, the skirt would fill out very full. Bending over made her large buttocks even more prominent, like two full moons joined together, only the skirt was a slightly darker color. Judging from the marks on the skirt, there was no trace of underwear underneath. I knew my mother was definitely wearing underwear that could be squeezed into her buttocks; I'd seen it several times on our balcony at home and had specifically observed it—it had underwear of various colors.

I only glanced at it, then forced myself to look away, stealing a glance at the two country bumpkins. Their eyes were fixed on my mother's buttocks, their gazes unblinking. The short, fat man's mouth was slightly open, drool dripping from the corners.

Seeing this, I wanted to warn my mother, but I didn't dare. I'd seen her clients leering at me several times before. Once, I'd casually hinted at it to my mother, and while she didn't say anything at first, she scolded me severely after the clients left, saying I was interfering with her business. From then on, I never dared to bother her again. No matter what her clients did, I pretended not to see, even secretly hoping that my mother would be molested by them in various ways.

My mother rummaged around for a while before finally finding a key at the very back of the cabinet. She muttered to herself, "Does nobody ever check this place? The key's hidden so deep."

Maintaining one position for so long had made her tired; a few beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Her blazer had slipped up and down, losing its shape, and she hadn't even noticed. Her large breasts were also protruding unruly, half-exposing outside her blouse. The skin on her breasts was white and smooth, with faint blue veins visible beneath. Any man would be captivated by such flesh.

The two men, also men, were simultaneously mesmerized, their eyes fixed on my mother's breasts without blinking. As they approached, the light in their eyes grew brighter.

My mom's attention was initially still on the key she had just found. She took a few steps forward, about to speak to the two men, when she noticed something was off. Just a glance in the direction of their gaze told her what they were staring at. My mom was used to this kind of staring. If it was a wealthy client, she was quite happy to be stared at like that; it was a sales tactic, quickly building rapport and reducing the client's wariness, making business negotiations much smoother.

But facing these two poor guys, my mom was disgusted by their gazes. She coughed heavily, reminding them not to be so insolent. After they withdrew their irritating stares, my mom said with disgust, "This is the key. Wait for me outside for a bit. I'll tidy up the office and then drive you to see the apartment."

Although the two men were somewhat reluctant, their eyes lingering on my mom a few more times, they dared not object to my mom's arrangement and could only walk out of the store.
My mom turned around and saw me still sitting on the sofa. Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she said to me, "Mingming, you go out and wait for me for a bit. We'll go look at the apartment together later, and after we get rid of those two, we'll go home."

I agreed, not daring to show any dissatisfaction. My mom is the boss at home; not only me, but even my dad doesn't say a word. As soon as she finished speaking, I obediently picked up my schoolbag and went outside.

Just as I stepped out of the store, I saw the two men standing not far from the entrance. The tall, thin man seemed to be making a victory sign in a certain direction. When he saw me come out, he quickly withdrew his hand. I didn't understand what he was doing and assumed they were happy to have found such a cheap apartment, so I didn't think much of it.

The tall, thin man saw me come out and quickly came up to me, offering me a cigarette and saying, "Sorry, young man, for keeping you from getting home on time. Here, have a smoke."

I quickly refused. I'd tried smoking a few cigarettes before, but this stuff was too strong, and my mom absolutely hated my dad smoking. She forbade him from smoking at home. Knowing my mom's likes and dislikes, I never dared to learn to smoke, afraid she'd find out and give me a good beating.

A little while later, my mom drove her car from the street corner. Seeing her car, I didn't greet the two men, just opened the door and got in. Seeing the two men still hesitating outside, dawdling and not getting in, my mom rolled down the window by the roadside and yelled, "Hurry up and get in!"

The short, fat man squeezed in from the side of the street first, the tall, thin man still holding a cigarette butt. When my mom saw him walking around to get in with the cigarette, she instantly became furious. She turned around, leaning half her upper body out of the car window, and yelled at the tall, thin man, "Are you trying to get yourself killed? Throw your cigarette butt away before you get in, or take a taxi yourself."

I was listening nearby, my heart pounding. My mom really didn't treat these two as customers; she scolded them without hesitation, making them feel like they were little brats. My dad rarely received this kind of treatment at home, but maybe he knew my mom's habits better and generally didn't dare to touch her sore spot. These two knew nothing; it was no wonder they got scolded.

However, I remember my mom was selective about who she worked with. Once, I saw a man who looked like a big boss come to her for a consultation. He was dressed very casually, but his car was incredibly imposing. He parked his car right on the side of the road in front of the shop, not caring about getting a ticket, and went straight inside, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. My mom rushed over to greet him and chatted with the big boss for over an hour. The big boss never stopped smoking, and the smoke he exhaled kept blowing into my mom's face. My mom was all smiles, showing no sign of disgust whatsoever.

I turned to look at my mom and noticed that she wasn't wearing pantyhose, but rather thigh-high stockings. The stockings were so long that they were always hidden under her skirt, but now, with her body leaning out to the side and one buttock raised high, the edge of the stockings was visible, along with a small section of her thigh. Her fair and rounded thighs looked extremely alluring.

I only glanced at it, not daring to look any longer. I quickly turned my gaze to the back to see if the tall, thin guy had thrown away his cigarette butt. But out of the corner of my eye, I saw the short, fat guy in the back seat staring at my mom's thighs. I felt a little uncomfortable, but I didn't dare to remind my mom at that moment. Seeing that my backpack was still in my arms, I placed it between the seats, blocking the short, fat guy's view. When the short, fat guy realized that his view was blocked, he just frowned slightly, glanced in my direction, but didn't dare to say anything more.

The tall, thin man, perhaps reluctant to throw away his half-smoked cigarette, didn't immediately remove the butt after my mother yelled at him. Instead, he took a few deep drags before smiling obsequiously and bowing, saying to my mother, "Sister, I'm so sorry, I only smoked half of it, it's a shame to throw it away, I'll finish it soon, I'll finish it soon!"
After saying that, he took two more deep drags before flicking the cigarette butt into the middle of the road. Then he turned around to open the back door of the car.

"Wait a little longer, let the smell dissipate a bit before getting in!" My mother was still very unhappy, her tone full of disgust. After saying that, she completely ignored the tall, thin man's embarrassed expression, sat up straight again, and hid the small section of skin on her thigh back under her skirt.

About ten seconds later, the back door opened, and the tall, thin man hesitantly squeezed into the car. The smell of cigarettes on him immediately filled the car; even I felt nauseous from it, let alone my mother. I glanced at her and saw that her expression was extremely unpleasant. She probably didn't want to waste any more breath on these two men, so she simply rolled down all the windows and drove incredibly fast, only thinking about getting these two poor bastards to their destination and sending them on their way.

Although the car was fast, the location of the house was indeed quite remote, and it took almost half an hour to arrive. The only thing my mother said to the two men in the car was to tell them the location of the bus stop near the house, without caring whether they understood or not, and then she didn't say another word.

The car pulled up and stopped at the entrance of a very dilapidated residential area. My mother parked the car haphazardly at the gate. There were hardly any people in this run-down place; almost no one who lived here could afford a car. The entrance was very spacious, with no security guards or anything like that. The gate was just wide open, and anyone could come and go as they pleased.

The two people behind us got out of the car first. They knew we had arrived. Before getting out, my mother told me to wait in the car while she took her clients upstairs and then took me home. I nodded. This had happened before, and I took a book out of my bag to read.

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