Hotel manager's one-night stand

It was 2011, and I was working for a company. I
traveled frequently for work. Let me tell you about our driver. Since most of our business trips were to the three
northeastern provinces, he was the most impressive person there. He could avoid staying in hotels in every location;
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,
a tall woman got out of a red Honda in front of us. The driver casually remarked, "
The manager of this hotel. " She got out and went inside, and I saw her 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. Out of politeness shook hands with Xuan. Up to this point, I had no intention of taking advantage of the situation. The turning point came the next 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 work was missing. I was instantly furious. I immediately called the front desk and asked 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. She immediately called Xuan and the cleaning lady. Xuan understood the situation, and the cleaning lady explained that she had just started working there and didn't know any better; she was used to unplugging everything she didn't need ! Xuan didn't blame the cleaning lady at all, which immediately increased my positive impression of her. Instead, she apologized profusely asked me how to resolve the situation . You can't hit someone who's smiling, so what could I do? Besides, 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 you to pay for it!" Xuan first told the cleaning lady to go to work, then said a few more polite words and handed me her business card . She meant I could contact her directly if there was any problem with the service. Since 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 again, 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 instantly. She asked if I was still awake. I said, "Isn't this because you 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 good food." I asked her where she was . She said she was in the hotel manager's office and hadn't gone home, so we decided to go out for a late-night snack together. I got dressed and was about to leave when I thought about calling the driver who hadn't left the hotel, but then I thought better of it— it was too late. (Unexpectedly, this guy hadn't left but was sleeping with a day shift waitress ; I'll write about that another time). She messaged me on WeChat, telling me to go ahead and wait for her across the intersection, which annoyed me a little. Was it really necessary to go to such lengths 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 this point, I was pretty sure something was going to happen tonight. We arrived at 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 great conversationalist, but she could also hold her liquor; her capacity was definitely no less than mine. When we got back to the hotel, she told me to go back first, saying she'd send me a WeChat message later. I felt a little awkward and angry at the time. But then I thought, "Oh well, maybe I'm overthinking it . " Back in the hotel, I went to 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 I entered 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. She heard me say from inside, "Wait a minute, you watch TV first. " I picked up the remote and lay on the bed, but I had no interest in watching TV. A while later, she came out after showering, wrapped in a towel. I still resisted moving. She walked to the bedside and sat down. I hugged her from behind, pulled off her towel, and she also lifted the covers and came in. We kissed passionately, and I caressed her body freely, quickly taking off my clothes. She offered to give me oral sex; her technique was exceptional—deep throat, egg-sucking. When she reached the climax, a strange feeling suddenly flashed through my mind. I thought she must have been a prostitute. Otherwise, how could a respectable woman give such comprehensive oral sex ? This thought was fleeting; with such beauty before me, thinking so much was pointless. I worked hard on her, and what felt even stranger was that she seemed to know when I was most sensitive, and would proactively ask to change 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. We both reached our climax together. No condom, internal ejaculation! The man started to sober up after he ejaculated!

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 , given to her by her boyfriend.
Why boyfriend instead of husband? Because her boyfriend was actually a local bigwig, 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 taught to her by several massage therapists arranged by her boyfriend. (I was skeptical of her explanation here.)
However, the bigwig was quite sentimental; he owned many businesses. 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 .
I asked her why we didn't go to a hotel. She said one reason was the ID card issue; her boyfriend
could easily find it. Secondly, her boyfriend sometimes came to hotels late at night. So she asked me to come to room 606
, just in case.
Although she had opened up to me, I still felt uneasy.

While we were talking and touching, I got aroused again. By then it was already dawn, and I had this "I'm a fool not to take
advantage " mentality, so I had sex again. Then I went back to my room and slept all morning.
When I woke up in the afternoon, I called the driver and we changed hotels!
Postscript:
I learned this guy's name from Xuan. By chance, I ended up
eating at the same table as him.
Meeting him completely overturned my impression of men who kept mistresses.
He was incredibly muscular, comparable to a top South Korean idol, with tattoos all over his forearms, and he spoke
very humbly. And I don't have the same mentality as someone who's slept with your woman; on the contrary, I think there
must
! Suddenly, I remembered a joke: A child asked his father, "What is the underworld
?" The father said, "The underworld consists of people with legitimate businesses, who are on good terms with government officials, and
who dress well and speak politely.
" The child said, "Then what about those tattooed people on the street who carry knives
?" The father said, "Those are idiots!"

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