Hotel manager has an affair

It was 2011, and I was working for a company. I

traveled frequently for work. Let me tell you about our company driver. Since most of our business trips were to the three northeastern provinces, the driver was the most impressive. He could avoid staying in hotels in every location we visited; young women would invite him to their homes. This made everyone in the company extremely envious, jealous, and resentful!

Once, we were on a business trip to a place near Shenyang. At that time, Shenyang was cracking down hard; you couldn't even close the door when getting a foot massage!

It was my first time traveling to that area, and the driver had booked a hotel in advance. When we arrived at the hotel, a tall woman got out of a red Honda in front of us. The driver casually remarked that she was the hotel manager.

We went inside and saw this woman talking to the receptionist. Later, I learned her name was Xuan.

The driver followed me in, greeted the staff, and then introduced me to Xuan. I shook hands with Xuan out of politeness.

At this point, I didn't have any intention of taking advantage of her.

The turning point came the following afternoon. My partner company had something to do, so I had to go out. I left my half-finished accounting work on my laptop in my hotel room.

However, when I returned to the hotel that evening, I found the room had been cleaned, my laptop was unplugged, and the accounting entries were missing.

I was instantly furious and immediately called the front desk to ask for a server. Perhaps because I'm from Northeast China, my voice is a bit loud, and I was quite angry, so the server was too intimidated to speak and immediately called Xuan and the cleaning lady.

Xuan understood the situation, and the cleaning lady explained that she had just started working and didn't know any better; she was used to unplugging all unused appliances at home!

Xuan didn't scold the cleaning lady at all, which immediately increased my positive impression of her. Instead, she apologized profusely and asked me how to resolve the issue.

I couldn't refuse such a smiling face, and what could I do, especially since the cleaning lady kept apologizing? I just said, "Forget it, I'll redo it. It's not like it's property, and I can't ask for compensation!"

Xuan let the cleaning lady go back to work, then said a few more polite words and handed me her business card, implying that I could contact her directly if there were any issues with the service.

Because it was the end of the month and the company was in a rush to settle accounts, I had no choice but to settle down and redo the accounts. When I finished, I looked at the clock and it was already 11:30.

I picked up my phone and saw Xuan's business card, so I thought I'd save her number and discard the card.

After saving her number, I saw a friend recommendation on WeChat, and it was Xuan. I requested to add her as a friend, and to my surprise, she accepted instantly. She asked if I was still awake. I said, "Isn't this because you guys made me work overtime? I just finished the accounts."

She sent a shy emoji and apologized. I said, "No need to apologize, it's all in the past."

She said, "How about I treat you to a late-night snack as an apology?"

I said, "No need for you to treat me, just treat me to a late-night snack as an apology. I'm a little hungry, and I don't know where to eat."

I asked her where she was.

She said she was in the hotel manager's office and hadn't gone home yet, so we decided to go out for a late-night snack together.

I got dressed and prepared to leave, thinking of calling the driver who wasn't staying at the hotel, but then I thought, "It's so late." (Unexpectedly, this guy didn't leave but instead slept with a day shift waitress in another room of the hotel; I'll write about that later.)

She told me on WeChat to go ahead and wait for her across the intersection, which annoyed me a little. Was it really necessary to go to such lengths just for a late-night snack? When

we met downstairs, I asked her if she wanted to drink. (At this point, I already had some wicked thoughts, but I wasn't sure if it was appropriate.) She said she could drink a little, so I suggested we take a taxi.

We hailed a taxi and sat in the back. She told the driver the address, and after getting in, she naturally put her arm around mine.

At that moment, I was pretty sure something was going to happen tonight.

We went to a quiet bar with barbecue. I won't go into details about our drinking and chatting, but we talked about all sorts of things. She was not only a good talker but also a good drinker; her alcohol tolerance was definitely no less than mine.

When we got back to the hotel entrance, she told me to go home first and that she would text me later.

I felt a little awkward and angry at the time. But then I thought, oh well, maybe I'm overthinking it.

I went back to the hotel and into my room, put my phone aside, and started showering, secretly hoping it would ring.

Halfway through my shower, I got a WeChat message asking what I was doing. I said I was showering, and she told me to come to room 606 when I was done.

After the shower, I was half-sober, and I didn't know what she was up to. But by then, I was driven by lust, so I quickly finished showering and ran to room 606. Before entering room 606, I noticed that 608 was the manager's office.

When I entered 606, the door wasn't locked. I pushed the door open, and she was showering. I locked the door behind me.

Hearing the noise, she said from inside, "Wait a minute, you watch TV first.

" I picked up the remote and lay on the bed; I had no interest in watching TV.

A while later, she came out of the shower, wrapped in a towel. I still resisted the urge to move. She sat down on the bed, and I hugged her from behind, pulling off her towel. She also lifted the covers and came in. We kissed passionately, and I caressed her freely while quickly taking off my clothes.

She offered to give me oral sex, and her technique was exceptional—deep throat, egg in, and when she reached the climax, a strange feeling flashed through my mind. I suddenly thought she must have been a prostitute. Otherwise, how could a respectable woman provide such comprehensive oral sex?

This thought was fleeting; with beauty before me, thinking so much was pointless.

I worked hard on her, and what struck me as even stranger was that she seemed to know when I was most sensitive, proactively suggesting changing positions to reduce my sensitivity.

I didn't keep track of the time, but it felt like it lasted quite a while, and we were very well-coordinated. Finally, we both reached our climax.

No condom, internal ejaculation! After the man ejaculated, he began to sober up!

I felt a little regretful, but I couldn't show it. After my penis completely softened, we quickly washed up and went back to bed.

Only then did she begin to tell me her story. Perhaps the vagina truly is the gateway to a woman's heart.

She told me a lot. It turned out she wasn't a hotel manager in the conventional sense; the building belonged to her, given to her by her boyfriend.

Why boyfriend instead of husband? Because her boyfriend was actually a local gangster, and she was his mistress. She was drugged and seduced by him before graduating from university and had been with him ever since. All her sexual techniques were supposedly taught to her by several massage therapists hired by him. (I was skeptical of her explanation.) However, the gangster was quite sentimental; he owned many properties. Initially, he entrusted her with managing this hotel, and later gave her the entire building.

She told me she was afraid her boyfriend might have spies among the staff, which was why they went out and came back separately.

I asked her why they didn't go to a hotel together. She said one reason was the ID card issue, which her boyfriend could easily find out. Secondly, her boyfriend sometimes came to the hotel late at night. So he had me in room 606, just in case.

Although she had opened up to me, I still felt uneasy. While

we were talking and touching, I became aroused again. By then it was already dawn, and I had this "I'm not going to pass up this opportunity" mentality, so I had sex again. Then I went back to my room and slept all morning. I woke up in the afternoon, called the driver, and we changed hotels!

Postscript:

I learned this guy's name from Xuan. By chance, I ended up having dinner with him at the same table.

Seeing him completely overturned my impression of him as a guy who kept mistresses.

He was incredibly muscular, comparable to a top South Korean idol, with tattoos covering his forearms, and spoke very humbly. I didn't have that "I've slept with your woman" mentality; instead, I felt there must be a reason he became a big shot!

Suddenly, I remembered a joke: A child asked his father, "What's the underworld?"

The father said, "The underworld consists of people with legitimate businesses, close ties with government officials, well-dressed, and refined in speech."

The child said, "What about those tattooed people on the street who carry knives?"

The father said, "Those are idiots!"

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