Shenzhen Chronicles 14

Chapter 1
In the summer of 2000, I arrived in Shenzhen. Friends who were in Shenzhen that year might remember how incredibly hot July and
August were; you'd be drenched in sweat the moment you stepped outside. But there was no other way; being poor, I could only squeeze onto
non-air-conditioned buses (there were quite a few minibuses without air conditioning back then, and the fare was 50 cents cheaper
)
every day to try my luck at the job market. There were just so many job seekers; every stall was packed, especially the sales and clerical positions—it was absolutely crammed. Since I studied marketing, I could only squeeze into the longest lines.
I sent out countless resumes, hoping to get a job at least once in a while. I didn't care which company it was; I
often received interview invitations, but most of them ended in failure. Sigh, what can I do when I didn't go to a top university?
Lying on the floor of my tiny five-square-meter room, which shared with three other people, I sighed and dreamed, with a
hopeful dream, that someone would call me to work the next day.
The opportunity finally came. A company in Luohu notified me of an interview, scheduled for 3 pm. I waited until almost
5 pm but it still wasn't my turn. Apparently, the business manager had extended the waiting time for the people ahead of me. I was pacing anxiously in
the lobby .
Just then, I heard a sweet voice: "You're here for the interview, right? I've seen you've been waiting for a long time." I
turned around and saw a young woman standing behind me, holding a teacup. She was about 170cm tall, quite voluptuous,
with fair skin, probably in her early thirties. She was wearing a business suit with a skirt, revealing her plump calves, which even
seemed to gleam faintly.
"Yes, I was supposed to be at 3 pm. I don't know what happened," I
said nervously, blushing slightly.
"Let me check for you," she said, taking her teacup inside. Her high, plump buttocks swayed, making my
heart pound.
A moment later, she came out, smiling, and said, "Xiao Ma hasn't finished his interview yet. How about this, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting
so long, I'll interview you myself. Come with me." I
followed her into an office, puzzled. The sign on the door read "CEO." My heart skipped a beat;
what was her position? After settling down on the sofa, the young woman took out a very elegant business card and handed it to me. She then
sat down on the sofa opposite me. I looked at it: Zhang Ping, CEO of XXX Company China. I was taken
aback —so young!
"Don't be nervous," she said, "we're all young people. I just looked at your resume and think you're a
driven and insightful person. I wasn't transferred here from the US headquarters for long and am not very familiar with the Chinese market. If you
join our company, we'll need your help a lot." She smiled,
revealing . Her right hand habitually touched the ring on her left hand, and I noticed a diamond ring on her ring finger.
Seeing her so easygoing nature, I gradually relaxed. When she asked about my views and
understanding of the relevant market, I began to speak fluently. I used to work on similar products at a company in Zhongshan,
and since I'm quite interested in this area, I could offer some insights.
She listened patiently, nodding occasionally. Suddenly, she noticed I was stammering.
Following my gaze, she noticed I was staring at her lower body. She had unintentionally spread
her legs, and I could see her panties at the bottom of her stockings—a semi-transparent black lace
panty with a few sparse pubic hairs peeking out.
She blushed, quickly closed her legs, and said, "Look at you, so refined, yet so
dishonest. How will your future wife trust you?" I chuckled, remaining silent.
"Well then, you can go back now and wait for our news," she said, standing up as if to see me out.
I went home with a heavy heart, feeling a bit annoyed. We had a great plan, why did I have to look at her
underwear? I'd ruined another good job.
Back home, I was in a terrible mood. I bought a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) to numb myself, and found my roommate
, Xiao Wang had also returned. "How's your job? Didn't you say you had a chance to get into Huawei?" I asked him. This guy was
an electronics expert, just a few points short of getting into Tsinghua University. He chased after love to Shenzhen, but love left him, and he lost his job too
. The former high achiever was now crammed into a tiny 5-square-meter room with two other people. I couldn't help but lament the unfairness of life.
"Ugh, don't even mention it. I got top marks on all the exams, and the head of the electronics department even told me to report for duty next Monday. But as soon as I submitted my application
to HR, that bespectacled woman insisted I couldn't get into Huawei because I wasn't from a top university. What kind of bullshit rule is that!"
"Huawei is so arrogant, it's outrageous!" "
………………"
We drank Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) while cursing the unfairness of the world. Before we knew it,
we'd finished a bottle. We not big drinkers, and we didn't have any snacks to go with the drinks, so we were getting a little tipsy.
"Damn it, I'm unlucky too. The interview was going well, but then I accidentally saw that woman's underwear.
Looks like I'm out of luck again, damn it!" I got angrier and angrier.
"Then why didn't you sleep with her? How dare she not hire you…" Xiao Wang was also getting a little tipsy and started bragging
.
"Let's go for it. Afraid of her?"
"Haha, you little rascal, that blonde from the hair salon downstairs tries to seduce you every day, but you never dare to go for her."
"Pshaw, that Sichuan girl calls you 'handsome' all the time, so sweetly, would you dare?"
"Okay, let's try it and see who's bolder. Let's go down."
"Fine, let's go! Afraid of you?"
Slightly tipsy, we staggered downstairs, entered the hair salon, and plopped down on the sofa. There were about five or six
attractively dressed girls in the salon. We passed by here every day, so everyone there recognized
us as residents of this building, including the blonde and the Sichuan girl we just mentioned.
When Golden Retriever and Little Sichuan saw us arrive, they quickly greeted us, "Hey, handsome, you're here. Let's get a massage."
Golden Retriever's eyes were watery and captivating. I realized that aside from her heavy makeup, she was actually quite
pretty , with a slender waist and fair skin, especially her hands, so delicate and white. I felt a surge
of desire, and with the alcohol taking effect, I exclaimed, "Yes, a massage, you're the one!"
Golden Retriever cheerfully led me to the inner suite. I saw Little Wang and Little Sichuan go into another
room . This massage room wasn't big; it was separated by a screen. After putting a bed in it, there wasn't much room left,
but the screen reached the ceiling, so the soundproofing seemed decent.
Golden Retriever helped me lie down, and her hand in mine felt soft, smooth, and comfortable.
She giggled a few times, withdrew her hand, poured me a glass of water, and started kneading my breasts
.
I had never had a breast massage before and didn't know what the procedure was, so I could only passively let her massage me,
chatting with her intermittently (she called it "exchanging ideas"). It turned out her name was Xiao Shi, and she was from Hunan. Because
her family was poor, she couldn't afford much education, and without education, she couldn't find good jobs. She was even
tricked into losing her virginity by a fellow villager, and later entered this profession through an introduction from another villager.
"Are you used to being touched?" I asked, half-drunk.
She was taken aback at first, then laughed and said, "You men are all the same, all lustful
. You thought you were a decent person, huh? Hehe." After saying that, she lightly patted my chest.
She was truly beautiful when she smiled; at first glance, she even resembled Yang Simin from the novel *Jin Ping Mei*. Her breasts swayed slightly,
clearly quite large. Whether emboldened by alcohol or sheer lust, I reached out and touched her breasts.
Good heavens, she wasn't wearing a bra! Seeing that she didn't resist, I slipped my hand inside her bra. So big, so soft, so warm—
my heart skipped a beat. Although I wasn't a virgin, I knew very little about sex, and I instantly became
aroused , my penis hardening.
She started undressing me. "You know, I've noticed you for a while now. You look a bit like my eighth-grade
Chinese teacher, but you often pass by here, yet you've never come in," she said with a hint of resentment.
My hands weren't idle either; one touched her breasts, while the other slipped down, through her
thin panties, touching her lush pubic hair. The fire in my heart burned ever brighter.
She had already unbuttoned my clothes. I jumped up and impatiently ripped off her
clothes was so beautiful! A body as white as jade was revealed before me, her figure perfectly proportioned
, her breasts full and firm; her round, white buttocks; her long, flowing black hair—everything about her was
exquisite. Add to that her pretty face, with its half-smile and a hint of shyness, and I thought she was a fairy.
If I could still resist, I'd be a saint. I took off my clothes in just five seconds (
of course she had already unbuttoned them). My penis was already swollen like a rock. I pushed her down onto the massage bed, let out a low
moan, and thrust inside. "You haven't worn a condom yet," she whispered beneath me.
I was shocked. Oh no… I'm not pregnant! I quickly stopped, not knowing what to do.
"I'm not sick, I just had a checkup the day before yesterday, and I'm usually quite careful," she said softly, her face flushed.
Relieved, I began to thrust into her hard. Aside from a few times with my girlfriends before, I'd never
been with any other woman, so I had virtually no sexual experience. My thrusts were simply "fierce," fast and deep. She started
moaning, her vaginal fluids increasing, and she became aroused. With each thrust, her plump, white buttocks
pushed forward. Each time I reached deep inside, I felt a tingling, hot, itchy, and swollen sensation, and it felt like
something was gripping me inside her. I felt incredibly good; this was something I'd never experienced with my previous girlfriends.
I felt I couldn't hold back any longer; the pleasure came so quickly. I still had no experience. I desperately grabbed her
plump, white breasts and thrust about 20 more times before finally unable to hold back any longer. With a "heh," I ejaculated profusely. I might
have gripped her too hard; her face turned pale with pain. I looked down and saw a large bruise on her plump, white breast, and a wave
of guilt washed over me.
"I'm sorry, I hurt you. I really didn't mean to, I was just too excited."
"I know, I'm not blaming you. Are you happy?"
"Great! By the way, how much?"
"It's voluntary, I'll only charge you the massage fee." She said this with a hint of shyness.
"How can I accept that? It has to be." I pulled out the only 200 yuan I had and gave it to her. She
hesitated for a long time before finally accepting it. I saw tears welling up in her eyes. I knew she was hurt that I
had treated her like a prostitute, while she had treated me like her middle school Chinese teacher. I didn't say anything more, turned around, and left.
Xiao Wang was already waiting for me outside; he seemed to have sobered up too. We smiled at each other, both feeling a little awkward,
and fled the hair salon as if escaping.

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