A blind date turned into prostitution, and the result was...

Since returning from Suzhou, I've noticed that all the attractive girls from our area who could go to university have stayed in the big cities. The remaining older women have very high standards; they're all only junior high or high school graduates, lacking looks, education, and skills, yet they all want to marry someone with a house and a car, preferably someone working in a government-affiliated institution.

I've been on seven or eight blind dates, all just for dating. Eating, drinking, and sleeping together is fine, but the moment marriage is mentioned, they turn on me and immediately block me. They always think they can find someone better. After several such experiences, I've become numb.

In October 2015, a relative who runs a real estate agency told me about a woman looking for work with them. She thought the woman seemed nice and learned she was single. So she introduced me to her. She said her name was Zhou Mei. She was from the next county, not very tall, 156cm, with a plain, country-girl face. She wasn't exactly slim, but she was quite voluptuous, with large breasts and a firm butt—a butt that looked like it could withstand vigorous anal penetration.

It was already autumn, but she was wearing a skirt, her thighs completely exposed.

She used to work in Suzhou, at a beauty salon, and was frequently raided by the police in the middle of the night. Now she worked at a beauty salon in Oriental Plaza in the center of our county, but business was bad, so she quit! She had no skills, no education, so she thought of finding work through a job agency.

Our first conversation went very well; she said she thought I was a good person.

She didn't have an electric scooter, and no money, sleeping in cheap hotels costing 30 yuan a night. If she couldn't find work, she would go back to her hometown in the countryside.

The first time I drove her on my motorcycle to the entrance of her rented room in the alley, she hesitated to go in, but when she did, she kept turning back, smiling and greeting me, seemingly reluctant to leave.

For the next few days, I helped her find work, introducing her to several people, but she remained indifferent, neither accepting nor refusing. I thought she was just being cautious, afraid I was a bad person.

A few days later, around 7 pm, I called her and asked her to come out for tea and a chat.

She said she was eating and asked me to wait for her at a certain street corner.

I went there and waited for a while before she appeared, again wearing only a short skirt; it seemed she never wore pants.

I suggested we go shopping, but she said she didn't want to, and wanted to sing karaoke instead. She got on my bike again, choosing to sit sideways, saying that a lady shouldn't sit with her legs spread apart, it was very impolite.

She led me into a karaoke bar, and as soon as I entered, I was stunned. A dozen or so women, all wearing red dresses, were lined up on both sides, shouting "Welcome!"

My mind went blank. I looked at the front desk: Royal No. 1. This was the highest-class entertainment club in our area. I had only heard of it before, but had never been inside.

She seemed to know the way well as we went upstairs. Along the way, a waiter asked her if she had greeted her supervisor before coming to work.

She didn't answer.

The elevator went up to the fourth floor. At the stairwell, she even greeted a fat, middle-aged man with a large head and ears.

She led me into a room, and I realized she had already booked it, and it was just the two of us. I immediately sensed something was off.

A waiter brought two plates containing two bags of Moslian beer, two bottles of red wine, two bottles of Red Bull, and some fruit and snacks. "

Just for two people, why so much?" I wondered.

Seeing that I didn't speak or make a move, she took off her coat, revealing a low-cut tank top underneath. She picked up the Moslian beer, and as she drank, her hand slipped, spilling milk onto her chest.

"Ouch!" she shrieked, trying to wipe it off but only wetting her entire chest!

That's when I realized she wasn't wearing a bra; her breasts were fully exposed.

She looked at me helplessly, then at the tissues on the table.

I picked up a tissue to wipe her, and my hand touched her breasts, feeling their softness. She pretended to be shy, twisting her body uncomfortably, but her breasts responded to my movements.

Gradually, her left nipple became erect, leaving an alluring grape-like mark on her clothes.

Her smile was seductive, but I stopped. Damn, it felt like I'd been tricked!

"How much for this room?" I asked.

"The minimum charge here is 600. For special services, add another 200."

"What exactly do you do? I just wanted to ask you out for a stroll, is it really necessary to go to such lengths?"

She seemed taken aback by my question, appearing naive and innocent. She said a friend of hers worked as a hostess here and asked her to come and solicit customers, not for that kind of service. I was her first customer. She told me that her friend was 36, divorced, and currently had a 20-year-old boyfriend. Seeing that I was unemployed, she suggested I try this place.

I realized I'd encountered a bar scammer; given her past behavior, this wasn't her first time here.

I made an excuse to go to the restroom. A moment later, she followed me in, saying she was charging her phone. She leaned against me, charging and grabbing red envelopes (digital cash gifts), rubbing her body against me, her buttocks rubbing against my legs.

I felt my lower body getting increasingly hard. In the closed restroom, in the enclosed environment, it was just the two of us.

I started to get my penis erect, watching her grab red envelopes on her phone while rubbing it against her thigh.

The intense sensation of her thighs made my penis increasingly excited.

She pretended not to notice, continuing to play on her phone, her body still twisting, her thighs and buttocks responding to my movements.

Gradually, our actions became me thrusting my hard penis against her buttocks through her skirt, her buttocks constantly sticking out to cooperate with my thrusts. Through the clothes, except for not penetrating, the whole action had become thrusting into her buttocks from behind.

We both pretended to be looking at our phones properly with our upper bodies, while our lower bodies, through the clothes, instinctively performed the actions of male-female intercourse.

Under these actions, her clothes were already disheveled, her shirt pushed down, revealing a large expanse of her chest, and her nipples were fully exposed. Her left nipple, which I had just rubbed, was very hard. Her right nipple was still soft.

I reached out and rubbed her right nipple hard, her body shuddering, clearly aroused by my pinch.

I continued to rub her nipples, feeling her body soften. She nestled against me, her eyes glazed over, filled with desire.

I reached under her skirt and touched her bare buttocks—she wasn't wearing any underwear!

No wonder she wouldn't spread her legs on the motorcycle. She was afraid of getting a draft, and the friction on the motorcycle had aroused her.

After kneading her buttocks for a while, I slipped my fingers under her pants and touched her vulva. She was already wet! Her legs were tightly clamped together, and I couldn't pull my hand out.

"Let's wash up first. I like a clean vulva; I like to lick it," I said.

Her eyes lit up, and she nodded excitedly.

I added that I wouldn't watch her shower; I'd watch her undress later, it would be even more exciting.

She agreed, saying, "You're really good at this. "

I went out and closed the door. Hearing the sound of running water inside, I immediately ran out of the room. I

didn't receive any contact from her that evening.

The next day, she still played dumb, sending me a WeChat message saying that last night had hurt her pride too much, that her first business deal had happened in front of her friends, making her lose face.

I didn't reply. There was no further contact after that.

Not long after, I saw her on the street with a man, and when I asked her about it on WeChat, she said he was her new boyfriend.

Two weeks later, she posted a status update on WeChat: "Is pimping really fun?"

I asked her what was wrong, and she said that a friend had introduced her to a guy on a blind date last night, which took place at midnight. She ended up being called a pimp.

"What? You need a boyfriend that badly? You're too charming. Pimping might be a promising career," I joked.

"Screw you! This is the first time I've been insulted on a blind date. I'm so angry!" she replied.

After watching her feign innocence for so long, I felt it was time to confront her!

"Go to hell. You're a whore, why pretend to be innocent? A rip-off is a rip-off, a pimp is a pimp. You think you can find innocent girls to go on blind dates? Damn, if you want to sell your body, go find some prostitutes. It's not easy for us who want to find a wife through proper blind dates. If you're going to sell your body, put on some pants, cover your cunt, and then you dare to pretend to be innocent. You're just trying to scam our money and our feelings. Innocence is a natural quality of a decent girl. It's not

something a whore like you can hide by shouting 'I'm innocent'." "After I fuck you, I'll curse you, saying all men are no good, unlike the way you curse, you're not a man."

"Do you know why I didn't fuck you then? Because I was afraid your cunt had been fucked by many men, it was poisonous." After sending this, he blocked her…

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