Saleswoman

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Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt somewhat dazed. My long, black hair was disheveled, obscuring half my face. My naked body was voluptuous but lacked luster. My breasts stood high, with a white, sticky residue between them. My lower body was completely naked, my labia slightly parted, and a glistening fluid between my legs.

I'd lost count of how many times I'd examined my body after a man's release, my mind a complete blank. Then, numbly, I went to the bathroom to wash myself, and then slowly dressed in front of the mirror. A black, sheer lace bra and thong, black fishnet stockings, a black tank top and a miniskirt. Finally, I put on my black high heels, picked up my handbag, and left that place where I had been violated.

A year ago, I joined this real estate agency. The company's main business was promoting luxury homes, and I wanted to be a saleswoman because of the hefty commissions. A fully furnished villa cost 4 or 5 million yuan, and a 2% commission would be 80,000 to 100,000 yuan. It wasn't that easy. For the first three months, I brought in many clients, but didn't sell a single property. On

the first day of the fourth month, I was scolded by the boss, and I felt terrible. That night, I went to a karaoke bar with some girlfriends, singing and drinking like crazy until I felt dizzy and nauseous. Stumbling to the restroom, I vaguely saw a hostess with her legs spread, leaning against a customer in a slightly ajar door of another private room, letting him touch her. My face felt increasingly hot, but then I suddenly remembered Mr. Chen.

Mr. Chen was the most financially capable homebuyer I had met a few months ago, and also the most lecherous. The first time I met him, he took the opportunity to touch my hand and waist. When I took him to see a property, he actually hugged me in the room and tried to kiss me forcefully, lifting my skirt above my thighs. I slapped him, but he wasn't angry. When he left, he still grinned and told me to contact him again.

Back in the private room, my girlfriends were also quite drunk. Sister Gao pulled me aside and said, "Don't hold your breath, come on, let's sing." I said, "I got scolded all morning, and I'm still feeling awful." "You're so inflexible. Look at me, my sales are always pretty good," Sister Gao said with a laugh as she drank. I thought about it and agreed, then asked, "Sister Gao, what's your secret? Tell me quickly!" "Secret? Haha, what secret?" she laughed, then suddenly whispered mysteriously in my ear, "Rich men are all lustful. If you run into one, just go along with it, play along, hehe." I looked at her and said, "Is that even possible?" "Why not? What else can we women rely on but our bodies?" After saying that, she glanced at me out of the corner of her eye and continued singing.

I slept fitfully all night, and when I woke up in the morning, I inexplicably called Mr. Chen. I went to that mansion again, walked around for a bit, and then, feeling a little tired, sat down on the bed. Mr. Chen lit a cigarette, squinting as he sized me up, his eyes fixed on my legs. I felt very uncomfortable under his gaze. He sat down beside me, his hands starting to wander, caressing my thighs. I tried to stop him, embarrassed, but he wouldn't listen. He slowly moved his hand to the base of my thighs. I squeezed my legs together, blushing, and said, "Mr. Chen, please don't do this." He suddenly pushed me down onto the bed, frantically groping my body. I suddenly remembered what Sister Gao had said the night before, "What else can a woman rely on but her body?" I closed my eyes and let him touch me. He unbuttoned my shirt, pulled up my tight vest, and ripped off my bra. I felt his lips approach my nipple, wet and slippery. One of his hands was already inside my underwear, scratching at my pubic hair. A slight pain shot through me, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through me. I pushed him aside forcefully and stood up. He lay half-reclined on the bed, a smirk playing on his lips. "What's wrong, Miss Wang?" I lowered my head, one hand covering my chest, the other pulling down my skirt, and whispered, "I, I..." He stood up, straightened his clothes, and said, "I'm leaving the day after tomorrow. I might have time to look at apartments again tomorrow. You decide what to do," and then walked away.

After a sleepless night, thinking of the considerable reward, I arranged to see apartments with Mr. Chen the next day. As soon as I entered the room, his hand touched my buttocks, and I could clearly hear his breathing quicken. In the bedroom, he pushed me onto the bed. I heard him say, "Lift up your skirt. I've signed the purchase contract for you." I steeled myself and pulled up my skirt. "Okay, slowly, slowly, keep going," he said, his eyes gleaming. I slowly pulled down my black thong, and my lower body was gradually exposed. Under his lustful gaze, I felt my whole body burning. "Yes, that's it. Okay, tell me about your pubic area, hehe. What are all these things, and what are they for?" he pressed on. My face flushed red as I pointed to my pubic hair and said, "This, this is mine, my pubic hair." "What's it for?" "It's, it's for men to see and touch." "Okay, continue." I then pointed to my labia and said, "This is my vulva." After saying that, I felt incredibly ashamed. "Bullshit!" he said menacingly. "Say it in plain language, you slut!" I was terrified, my heart pounding. "Yes, it's my pussy, the place for men to fuck." "Good, continue." I used my fingers to separate my labia. "The outside is my labia majora, the inside is my labia minora, both are for wrapping a man's cock." "Hahahaha," he laughed as he walked over, inserting a finger into my lower body. "Then what is this?" My body went limp, I wanted to block him with my hands but didn't dare. "It's, it's my pussy, for men to fuck." He moved his finger in and out while unzipping his pants, and I closed my eyes. My vagina was suddenly stretched open, and I regretted it immediately. I wanted to push him away, but it was too late. He was already thrusting into me forcefully. As he left, I saw him sign his name on the contract I had given him earlier. It was the first time I had sold a house and sold my body.

Since then, my performance has gradually improved, and I have nearly 300,000 yuan in my bank account. I know very well why; I'm earning money for myself like a prostitute. I thought: it's just a few times anyway, no one will know. I'll just persevere, and quit once I've saved 500,000 yuan.

The boss called me into his office, opened the sales performance report, and praised me with great enthusiasm: "Not bad, Xiao Wang, your performance is rising steadily, and there are still many interested clients. Not bad, not bad!" I smiled and bowed my head to thank him for the praise. He sat down next to me and continued to praise me. As he spoke, he touched my breast. I pushed him away and asked sharply, "What are you doing!" "What are you pretending for? Haha, everyone knows what kind of slut you are!" I stood up abruptly, my face flushed red, slapped him, and hurried to open the door to leave. He grabbed me, pulled me onto the sofa, and slapped me several times. I felt dizzy and collapsed onto the sofa, tears streaming down my face from the pain. "What...what are you doing?" He ignored me, took a disc from the drawer, and put it in the DVD player. He sat down next to me, pulled me against him, and stroked my slapped face. "Did it hurt? Here, let me rub it for you." I pushed him away and shouted angrily, "Get away!" Just then, I saw the

scene on the TV screen: a man was riding on top of a woman, his hands tightly squeezing her breasts. And that woman was me. My vision blurred, and my body felt drained of all strength. I just sat there, stunned. He took the opportunity to unbutton my clothes. "I'm promoting you to sales manager. Ah, haha, what big tits..." He bit and licked my breasts, lifting my skirt and pulling down my underwear. He pulled me onto him, spread my legs, and lifted my buttocks. I felt something pressing against my vaginal opening, slowly, slowly pushing into my vagina. He grabbed my breasts from behind, thrusting his lower body up and down forcefully. He leered, "Your cunt feels so good being fucked, ah, haha." I remained staring blankly at the TV screen, where I was being held by another man, my head being held, his thick penis thrusting into my mouth... I heard him shouting "bitch, bitch" in my ear, ejaculating inside me.

I became a business manager and also the boss's personal secretary. My main job was to accompany clients he considered "important," using my body to satisfy them. As the boss's business grew, I was appointed as the public relations manager of a tourist resort. As the first step in the preparation, the boss dragged me along to recruit PR girls. Lured by the high salaries, more than a dozen girls jumped into our fire pit. He hired people to train us in etiquette, public relations, and so on, but unexpectedly, one of our instructors was a professional prostitute. We followed that prostitute, learning how to use our bodies to make men feel more comfortable and satisfied.

On the last day of training, the boss had several sets of clothes delivered to each of us, saying they were work uniforms. When I got to the fitting room, I saw that besides tank tops and miniskirts, they were all revealing underwear. After changing, the other women and I went to the small conference room to receive the boss's concluding remarks. The boss walked around looking at us, practically drooling. He put his arm around one of the women, repeatedly saying "good, good," and when he turned to a woman with a great figure, he actually grabbed her breast in front of everyone. "Boss," the woman said shyly, lowering her head. He pressed her shoulder and said, "Come on, come on, let's test the results of your training." The woman, understanding the situation, knelt down in front of him, unzipped his pants, and began to lick and suck his penis. He groaned comfortably, and we all kept our heads down. Suddenly, he turned to me and said, "Little Wang, you've done a good job with the training. Tonight, you'll help me entertain two guests, oh, oh..."

That evening, in a villa at the resort, I accompanied the boss to entertain two guests from Hong Kong. After some laughter and conversation, their ugly faces were revealed. One touched my hand, while the other directly stroked my inner thigh. The boss gave me a wink, and I understood. I bent down, unzipped one of the guests' pants, and brought my mouth to his. "Let Little Wang entertain these two well, ah, haha," the boss laughed shamelessly. I looked up at the guest and gave him a flirtatious wink, saying in a coquettish voice, "Boss, your dick is so big," and then diligently sucked on his penis. The boss got up to leave, saying, "You guys have fun, I'm going out now. Have a good time!" "Don't go! Leave us a souvenir, haha!" Another customer grabbed the boss and pulled a camera out of his bag. Then, he pulled down my underwear, lifted one of my legs, and pressed his hard penis against my vaginal opening. I sat sideways, bent over, giving a blowjob to one customer, while my other leg was spread wide open for another customer to thrust into. The boss grinned lewdly and filmed everything. The customer who was penetrating me stopped after a while, saying he was tired, so I lay on top of another customer, who lay on the sofa and penetrated me from below. I pretended to scream loudly, saying against my will, "Boss, your cock feels so good, oh, oh." At this moment, the customer who said he wanted to rest pressed down on my back again, his erect penis pressing against my anus. "Your little slutty asshole is so tempting," he said, and I immediately understood what he wanted to do. A sense of dread washed over me, and I screamed, "No, don't touch me there!" But it was no use. He forcefully thrust into my narrow anus, and I felt a tightness all over my body…

"The photos are quite good," they said, looking at the photos from that day before leaving the resort. In one of the photos scattered on the coffee table, I looked like a piece of meat sandwiched in a sandwich, my lower body tightly gripping two ugly penises. My heart was bleeding, but I could only accept my fate, accept my fate as a woman; men would always be the masters of this world.

The boss seemed to be inspired by this incident and wanted to have a photoshoot taken for all the employees in our public relations department. Two photobooks were taken: one with ordinary photos of me in various outfits, and the other with photos of various explicit poses. I seemed to have gotten used to it all, letting myself be posed in front of the camera. I lifted my skirt, exposing my genitals, sat with my legs spread, parted my labia with my hands, pinched my nipples

, and touched my vagina with my fingers… The boss said the regular photo albums were for regular customers, but he also mentioned setting up a members-only club, offering a different album for special members to choose from for companionship. I asked him, “Isn’t this prostitution, boss? We’ll get caught.” “Haha, don’t worry, it’s a members-only club, very safe!” he said, pushing me against the wall and lifting my skirt. “I’ve decided to number all the hostesses downstairs, so it’ll be easier for clients to choose,” he said, already penetrating me from behind. “Then, boss, I… I’m the PR manager, so you won’t make me… do that anymore?” I asked, desperately hoping he would let me go because of our relationship. "You? Haha, of course, of course. How are you the same as them?" He thrust forcefully, and hearing this, I felt a sense of relief, a kind of liberation. He continued, "You're number 1, number 1, you know? Haha, you're a bitch, ah, hahahaha!" He said, thrusting even harder. I felt immense humiliation, and tears involuntarily streamed down my face. "Cry? What are you crying for!" He grabbed my hair hard and shouted in my ear, "You were born a slut, and you're still complaining? Cry? I'll fuck you to death, you bitch!"

From then on, we stopped using names at the company, only numbers. I was number 1. Every day at work, the boss would gather us in the conference room and loudly ask, "What are you? What do you do?" I had to lead everyone in lifting my miniskirt, exposing my naked lower body, and answer, "We're bitches, we sell our bodies."

The resort was doing very well, and more and more people came to spend money. Hong Kong businessmen, Taiwanese businessmen, government officials, police officers... all sorts of people were there. I've seen through it all. No matter how respectable someone is normally, they all change once they join. They usually choose a girl they like from a photo album, then take us to their villa to have their way with her. Sometimes we have to call them, saying things like, "Hello sir, this is Club Number 1. Do you need a slut? My pussy is plump and tender, I guarantee you'll be satisfied," this line has become a habit. By day, we're enviable high-paid white-collar workers; by night, we're sex toys moaning beneath men.

Christmas arrived, and the company organized a grand party to thank its clients. I and all the PR girls were the stars. We wore bright Christmas costumes and led the members to the club for drinks and entertainment. The first program was our fashion show. It was more of a striptease than a fashion show. I took off my cheongsam and underwear, spread my legs in front of all the clients, and parted my labia with my fingers. The men were panting heavily, their eyes gleaming. After a short break, the next program was for us to dance naked on stage. I noticed that almost every man had an erection. Next, the boss had us introduce ourselves one by one. Standing naked on stage, I didn't feel too ashamed anymore. I said, "Hello, esteemed members, I'm Club Number 1. Some of you have already had sex with me. I'm very flexible, with big breasts and a big ass, and my pussy is incredibly wet and horny. I like to be fucked from behind, with a big cock thrusting in and out of my pussy, and I get very wet. I hope to serve more customers in the future, thank you!" Then, the other girls introduced themselves one by one. The members were getting restless, unsure whether to sit or stand. The last activity was a game: if a customer could guess which girl was who from a close-up photo of our genitals, they could ask her to do something. The slides were played one by one, but no one guessed correctly. My photo was shown, and surprisingly, someone guessed it correctly. In front of so many people, I had no choice but to insert a dildo into my vagina, pull down the customer's pants, and kneel down to suck his penis. The men could no longer restrain themselves; they rushed forward like madmen, pinning us to the ground one by one. Three men were simultaneously climaxing on me—one in my mouth, one in my vagina, and one in my cleavage, thrusting wildly. One round ended, then another. The entire hall was filled with lewd sounds and moans. Under the hazy lights, I simply let go, letting them all release their pent-up desires. When the customers left satisfied, we were all covered in semen. The boss tossed each of us a red envelope. I picked it up and struggled to my feet to find my clothes…

That's how we are: dressed, we're proud white-collar women; undressed, we're lowly prostitutes. To be humiliated by men, to please their penises with our bodies—this is my fate.

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