The little models in the training class

The word "model" evokes images of stunning figures in many men. Whether it's car shows, catwalks, or print magazines, models captivate us. But it's not the venues themselves we yearn for; it's the women within them. In my own womanizing journey, there was a girl like Xiaolan, a former contracted model who accompanied me for six months. Opening her hidden folder on my computer, her photos remain as alluring as ever. Her raised peace sign, though it severed our romantic ties, cannot sever my memories! Like many

other men, I used to desire models, but dared not. It wasn't just a lack of opportunities to meet them; more importantly, in our minds, models were all kept women. The numerous scandalous stories of models being kept by multiple men simultaneously made me think that if I wanted to keep one, even after spending a lot of money, she might have just finished with someone else, which would be too unpleasant.

Actually, many models aren't kept by sugar daddies; it's just that our lives haven't intersected with theirs. When that intersection occurs, everyone has a chance to date a model. They're just ordinary girls with good figures and unique professions.

I met Xiaolan at a trial class of a training course at a training institution. This institution mainly trained in practical sales skills. Their chief lecturer charged 100,000 RMB for a two-hour class. Because of the high price, each company was unsure whether it was worthwhile to invite them. Therefore, when this institution contacted our company, we hesitated, only showing potential interest.

This training institution, being a sales-oriented company, was aware of our concerns and decided to hold a trial class, inviting one person from each interested client. The institution required attendees to be senior executives. Recalling that training session, the attendees were mostly HR directors and sales directors—basically, that's the type of people I met at that trial class.

Before the training course started, the training institution had already obtained the list of participants and their positions from the participating companies. They grouped us according to our roles and responsibilities. There were nine participants in the trial training session, from nine different companies. When I arrived at the training venue, I found my name tag already placed in the third group. It turned out the training institution had mixed HR directors and sales directors in the same group. They explained the reason for this grouping: to ensure that each group had sales representatives involved in discussions, preventing HR members from being grouped together and having a less in-depth understanding of sales, which could negatively impact the group discussions.

As soon as I sat down, I spotted Xiaolan. Because of her height, her seating position was noticeably higher than the other girls, making her stand out. Plus, she was very pretty, with long hair—my type—so naturally, I glanced at her a few more times.

At this point, the sales director of another company in my group suggested we exchange business cards. So we exchanged cards and got to know each other. Of course, I paid a closer look at Xiaolan's business card, as she was quite tall. Through a brief conversation, I gained a basic understanding of her. Xiaolan, at the time, was the administrative director of a mid-sized clothing company in Shenzhen, overseeing human resources. She was 26 years old, 175cm tall, had long hair, and was from Hubei province.

The training institution, offering courses costing 100,000 yuan per session, was indeed impressive. During the training, their complete, systematic, and innovative sales thinking truly broadened my horizons. Especially when the training institution presented sales case studies, they focused on some classic successful bidding projects, which made me realize that sales skills are endless.

Because I listened attentively in class, during group discussions, I was able to grasp the lead instructor's previous lines of thought and understand his characteristics. By thinking along his lines, my group's answers were the closest to the instructor's standard answers after three rounds (I knew that even if my answer directly reflected the instructor's standard, he would still add to it to make us feel inferior).

Because of my quick thinking and precise answers, Xiaolan, who initially didn't pay attention to me, started looking at me with admiration. This made me realize that she had a crush on me, and if I tried harder, I might have a chance.

Before the training, each group had to name itself, as required by the instructor. My group, Xiaolan and I, decided on the Rocket Team after discussion. The names of the other two teams are omitted (you know why).

After this training, our third group, Team Rocket, won the group discussion. The training institution was indeed very well-prepared, providing each group with a trophy. Our winning group received the Best Combination Award, the second-place team received the Best Partner Award, and the third-place team received the Best Teamwork Award (they didn't offend anyone...). Since each group only had one trophy, only one person could take it with them when leaving. Xiaolan was the only girl in our third group, so naturally, she took the trophy, and she was very happy.

Before leaving, each of us received a contact list of the other attendees from the training institution. I felt that the institution was very thoughtful, and the lectures were excellent. I'll definitely speak well of them when I get back. Everything was part of the training institution's sales techniques for promoting their courses—very effective.

Before leaving, the students in our third group made a promise to get together sometime. Xiaolan lives in Luohu District, I live in Bao'an District, and that other guy lives in Nanshan District. As I left, I made a phone call gesture to Xiaolan, and she smiled and nodded. Then we all went our separate ways.

Some women, we meet them, and that's it. We have feelings for them at the time, but once we get busy, we forget about them. Xiaolan, though a beautiful woman standing at 175cm, attracted me, but I was too busy to think of contacting her. Unexpectedly, a month later, Xiaolan contacted me, thus beginning my relationship with the model. One

day, I was in a meeting when I received a text from Xiaolan: "Busy?"

I replied directly: "Not bad, in a meeting. How have you been lately?"

She said: "I passed by your company and thought of you. I'm downstairs, is it convenient for me to come out?"

Seeing this text, I immediately thought of Xiaolan's tall figure and delicate features. It happened to be a new product cost review meeting, which I attended only to assess from a sales perspective whether the new product was suitable for the market. It was almost over, so I replied: "I'll be right down, wait for me."

After going downstairs, I said to Xiaolan: "Come on, let's go upstairs, come to my office."

She said: "No need, Mr. Zhang. " "I'm in a bad mood today, come for a walk with me!"

Seeing that she said that, I could only agree, so I said, "Okay, where do you want to go?"

She said, "I saw a coffee shop nearby, let's go there and sit down."

So I took her out of the office building and accompanied her to a nearby coffee shop. On the way to the coffee shop, I noticed that Xiaolan seemed taller than me. I'm 181cm tall, and she was wearing high heels, so she seemed even taller than me. Many pedestrians on the street, after passing by Xiaolan, would turn around and glance at her a few more times. Some men, after looking at Xiaolan, immediately looked at me. I guess they wanted to see whose man this woman was.

I laughed and said, "Look at your height, you get so many stares! It's a shame you're not a model!"

Hearing me say that, Xiaolan laughed and replied, "I was a model, wasn't I?"

I was quite surprised and said, "Really? Aren't you the administrative director?"

She said, "We're a clothing company, and I also work as a model for their fashion shows. Before joining this company, I was a contracted model at a modeling agency in Guangzhou. The agents always forced their models to go out for social events to secure orders, which I found distasteful, so I left. I work for a clothing company in Shenzhen, while also working as a model."

I was instantly a little smitten. I was impressed that she was willing to give up her modeling job to avoid falling into the trap of modeling; she was truly a pretty girl, and very pure. In my experience with dating, I'd never dated a model before. Looking at her slender figure, I couldn't help but think, "Holding a 175cm tall girl like this, because of her long torso, I wonder if I could just open my mouth and suck her breasts without bending over. If I could, wouldn't she be going crazy with pleasure?"

In the coffee shop, listening to soft music, I asked her, "Why are you in a bad mood today?"

Suddenly, tears welled up in her eyes. She said, "I'm pregnant... but the man who got me pregnant wants me to abort the child. I'm heartbroken, so I wanted to go for a walk."

Hearing this, I couldn't describe the feeling in my heart. First, she had a boyfriend, so I had no chance. Second, the pregnancy was already a problem, which made me feel even worse. Even if I had the chance to sleep with her in this situation, I wouldn't experience the pleasure I should have felt. It seems that when men and women sleep together, men shouldn't talk about their past, and women shouldn't talk about their past experiences either; otherwise,

it's too emotionally draining. Since I instantly lost interest in sleeping with her, I quickly redefined my relationship with Xiaolan as a friend, and began our conversation accordingly.

I said, "That man got you pregnant, but he doesn't want the child. Does he have other plans? Like, he doesn't want to marry you?"

Xiaolan, with red eyes, said, "At first, that man pursued me relentlessly, which moved me deeply. Even though he's only 170cm tall, he once stood in the rain for half an hour just to see me. I received flowers from him every week. Women like those things, and later... I agreed to be with him."

After she finished speaking, I asked Xiaolan, "Since he's so devoted, why doesn't he want you to have the child?"

Xiaolan said, "After we got together, he changed. His attitude towards me changed too. He said that too many people were calling me, and he was living a tiring life. He said he was with me only to give our future child good genes because he's not tall..."

I said, "That's ridiculous! If he said it was to improve the genes, why doesn't he want the child now that we're pregnant?"

Xiaolan cried and said, "I also feel that things are different now than before. No matter what, I want to have the child because this is my first pregnancy, and the child is innocent..."

I thought this woman was incredibly naive. I told her directly, "I'm a man, and I can tell you, when he doesn't want the child, it means he doesn't want to be with you anymore. Don't be foolish. It's very difficult for a woman to have a child and raise it alone. You're still young. If you really meet a man you like, having a child will be a huge challenge for him."

She stared at me and asked, "If it were you, and you liked me, would you want me if I had a child?"

Because that question was so direct, and I had indeed previously considered her, I didn't expect her to be so blunt. Hearing this question made me a little flustered for a moment, and my face unconsciously flushed. I quickly regained my composure and said, "If I love you, I would want you to abort this child, because I love you, and I want to have a child with you!"

Xiaolan didn't expect me to be even harsher than her, but what I said truly came from the bottom of my heart. I was simply using the first person "I" to express the feelings of many men. After all, it was me who said it to her. Xiaolan blushed after hearing my words, looking very shy. That look was very touching, and I almost forgot that she was a woman carrying another man's child.

Looking at her, I felt a sense of pity, so I unconsciously advised her to break up with that man quickly and abort the child, because dragging things out without a result would only cause pain for both of them. Later, Xiaolan said she would think about it, so I offered to take her home. She said she had driven herself, so I drove her to the parking lot and watched her leave.

A week later, I received a call from Xiaolan. She cried on the phone, saying, "I broke up with that man, moved out of our old place, and had an abortion today. I'm so sorry for the baby." She sobbed on the phone after saying this, which made me feel incredibly sorry for her. I thought that even as a friend, I should buy her some nutritional supplements and send them to her; a heartbroken girl needs comfort most.

So I asked for her address and said, "I bought you some nutritional supplements; I'll come see you!"

Xiaolan hesitated for a moment, but still told me her new address over the phone. I delivered the supplements and comforted her, telling her that life would be better in the future and that a better man was waiting for her, etc. Her mother also came from Hubei to Shenzhen to be with her and take care of her. Gradually, we became good friends who often called each other. When she had something on her mind, I was the first person she thought of, and I was always happy to receive her calls.

Several months passed in a flash. One evening, we went out for dinner and chatted until late. As I was about to head home, she said, "I'd like to have a drink. Shall we go for a drink?"

Hearing "drink" surprised me, but I wasn't familiar with the bars around the area. I said, "I don't know any bars around here. Do you know where I can get a drink?"

Xiaolan said, "I do. Come with me."

So Xiaolan led me to a place to drink. She took me to a large hotel. Seeing that it was mainly a guesthouse, I knew the restaurant served simple food, not the kind of place for drinking. I asked Xiaolan, somewhat puzzled, "Is there a place to drink here?"

She blushed and said, "Are you that naive? You think I brought you here to drink?"

I instantly understood. At that moment, I thought of her slender body, of the scene of me pinning her down and having sex with her, and of course, I also thought of the abortion she had once had.

Being a wolf, I was still quite vulnerable to a female model throwing herself at me. So I went to the hotel reception and booked a room. She was sitting obediently on the sofa in the hotel lobby. After I booked the room and got the key card, I took her directly into the room.

Once inside, she went to the bathroom to shower, and I waited patiently. At that moment, my penis was at a 90-degree angle. As soon as she came out of the shower, I immediately hugged her. Her body was very slender, and because she was tall, her torso was long, making it feel great to hug her. I pulled off the towel she was wearing, revealing her white panties. The front of the panties was prominently bulging, and her vagina was very full. I immediately took off her panties and my pants, then pulled her onto the bed. On the bed, she helped me take off my shirt.

I stroked her vulva with my hand. It wasn't very pubic, but very soft. Her vulva wasn't long, her labia were small, and the opening was upturned. As I stroked her, she lowered her head and started kissing my penis. It was very wet and warm. Her oral skills were excellent. Of all the oral sex I've experienced, hers was the most stimulating. Because when she's sucking my penis, you never have to worry about her teeth touching you; your penis only feels softness and warmth—it's very comfortable.

Because it felt so good, I almost ejaculated, so I quickly tried to pull my penis out, but she wouldn't let me, wanting to keep sucking. I forcibly pulled my penis out and pulled her onto me, making her ride me. I found her vulva and thrust in directly. The moment I entered, her vulva became even wetter.

Then I flipped her over and fucked her. I thought that with her height, I could fuck her from below and suck her breasts from above, but it wasn't possible. I still had to bend over to reach them. This made me realize that only when the woman is taller than the man can the situation I described occur.

When I penetrated deeply, she slightly raised her buttocks, and in that instant, my penis was enveloped by a warm environment. I knew it was a woman's uterus. I almost couldn't hold on; in that warmth, I ejaculated quickly. I knew that pregnant women are most prone to secondary pregnancies, so I didn't dare ejaculate inside and ejaculated outside.

After that, our relationship lasted for six months, but when she learned that I had no intention of marrying her, it gradually faded. Last year, she married a boss, a short and plump man. She sent me her wedding photos, and after I expressed my congratulations, we lost contact.

Every time I see a girl around 175cm tall, I think of Xiaolan, the model I unintentionally became. Sometimes I ask myself, "If you don't even want a model, what do you want?" While pondering this question, the howling of wolves in the wild seemed to give me the answer.

[The End]

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