Female colleague works part-time as a prostitute

On Monday, XXX was back in the office.

That scumbag had been yelling into the phone ever since he got back. I lit up my cigarettes countless times, hoping he'd talk to me, but he was so slow.

Finally, he did, and he immediately started talking about his "encounters" in Guangzhou.

"It's unbelievable! No need to call, the girls just showed up at the door with their little buckets! So outrageous!" He then proceeded to pull out some colorful business cards, saying, "They're handing them out everywhere over there." I looked at them: Hoshino Haruka, Aoi Sora… A man who doesn't watch AV is out! I couldn't bear to discourage him. He followed up with,

"So, do you want any services?"

"How could I dare! What if it's some scoundrel from next door who called a prostitute and went to the wrong room?!" I chuckled. "Going to the wrong room isn't a big deal, but in the South, there are often cases of people posing as prostitutes and poisoning their customers." "Don't scare me!" "

Hehe, I'm going to a club to cool off later. Remember the 'd' I told you about last time? Hehe..." I gave him a disdainful look. "Who would believe your nonsense?" "Hey, I'm blond! 100 yuan!" "Okay!" I readily agreed.

"But the number isn't here today, so it doesn't count." "You're really bold!" Back in the office, I gave 'd' a lot of meaningful glances, but she ignored me. I wanted to ask her out for dinner, but I didn't get a chance.

It should be fine, right?

I left immediately after work to avoid being bothered by that scumbag. That night, I was very certain.

The next morning, that scumbag was already up on my desk, yelling as soon as he saw me, "You owe me a hundred bucks!" My stomach, already churning from not having breakfast, churned.

He hooked his arm around my shoulder, opened my drawer, took out my cigarettes, and dragged me to the smoking area.

We ran into DD in the hallway; he glared at her crotch, but she ignored him.

At the smoking area, I was completely bewildered. The scumbag started talking to himself, "This girl's so professional, a true example of composure." "You know, her breasts are naturally perky, so adorable!" "Her ass's amazing too. I wanted her backdoor, and she initially refused, but then I said, 'We're colleagues,' and she agreed." "It felt so…"

I roared, punching the scumbag in the face and kicking him down the stairs. I stormed out, running several blocks in one breath. When I regained consciousness, I was already a bus stop away from the company.

I was so angry I wanted to kill everyone who saw me! Who made me lose control like that? Hysterical? That bitch, I must punish her. Yes, that's what I was thinking then. And it wasn't just an angry outburst; a sinister plan slowly took shape in my mind.

I still remember that night. Now, I could explain my actions that day as "possessed," but I know it's just escapism. I could also hide my secret in a tree hole like Tony Leung, but those who have experienced it know that's a lie. If dd could see what I'm writing today, maybe I'd feel better. But in any case, that night, I was a beast.

That night, I went to the club, fully prepared. I ordered dd as soon as I entered. She looked surprised when she came in and asked me why I was here again.

She leaned in to kiss me, but I pushed her head down and shoved it into her mouth. During the blowjob, she clearly felt my anger and tried to break free, but I held her head firmly, using brute force—it was extremely crude. After the act, she glared at me angrily, but I didn't care. I flipped her over and started working. I'd swallowed a pill beforehand.

In the doggy style, I didn't have to look at her face; I could finally release my pent-up desire. I started calling her a bitch, a slut, saying all my good intentions were wasted… and so on. The profanities flowed endlessly; I felt this lowly life deserved to drown in my semen. Slowly, I heard her cry. This only fueled my animalistic urges. I began to insult her even more—her hometown, her family, her mother. She turned her face with difficulty, begging me, and I slapped her across the face!

Perhaps a bodyguard outside heard the crying; they knocked. Boy asked, "Is there a problem?" DD shouted, "Nothing, nothing!" I continued, and she began to offer fragmented explanations. Perhaps due to the drugs, I couldn't hear a thing. Like a butcher at work, I simply and forcefully violated her. She begged me, her voice trembling with tears, not to tell her colleagues… “Damn it! She dares to mention the company to me!!” The thought of punching a colleague for no reason at noon and then disappearing, leaving a huge mess, made me angrier.

“It’s all because you, you slut, let xxx fuck you, and you even stuck your ass out for him to fuck you!” Right? Her ass. I forcefully spread her buttocks apart with my hands, and dug my thumb into that spot… “Ah?! No!!” dd jolted.

I ignored her and continued. “Please, it hurts so much!” This time it was trembling with tears.

“You slut, you even let him stick his ass in your ass!!” I used all my strength and anger to press down hard… dd let out a howl like a she-wolf, immediately burying her face in the pillow to avoid being frightened by the scream.

I can’t remember the sensation of what happened afterward. I only remember DD's low growls echoing muffledly on the sheets, from horrific to feeble, until finally, perhaps, she fainted, utterly silent.

I had once so cruelly abused a woman.

Afterwards, as I dressed, I saw a speck of blood on the bed. Later, I went home.

I didn't sleep that night. After calming down, I stared intently at the ceiling and began recounting all the events and people from my memories of the past 20 years. What a terrible life! At dawn, I asked myself three questions: XXX, can you ever forget DD in this lifetime? —The answer is no; XXX, under what circumstances would you lose your temper? —Once was when I was a child, I drew a knife on my father for a chick, and another time was when I hit a colleague for DD. If the colleague wanted to sleep with DD, would you still hit him? —Yes! But I would never argue with my father for a chick again.

Whom would you be willing to protect with your life? —The answer to this question was clear in my mind, without any impulsive or irrational factors.

I ran out of the house and ran around the streets for a while. I decided to go to work.

When I got to the company, many colleagues asked me with concern if my family was doing well. They thought I had received some bad news from home. Although it was a bit unlucky, I went along with it and made up an excuse. I went to see the scumbag, but he wasn't there. DD wasn't there either.

I was a little uneasy. I asked HR for DD's contact number, but no one answered. Only her manager received a text message from her asking for leave, which made me feel a little better. Maybe that's the only place I could run into her.

After work, I first went and bought a suit, then a bouquet of flowers, and... yes, I love her, unequivocally love her. A woman for whom I long for, am jealous of, even hit, and lose my appetite—I can't think of any other emotion that can describe this except love. Do I mind? No!

Not at all. Besides, the cells in the human body are completely replaced every two years. Even someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder would have a perfect DD after two years.

On the way, I thought about our reconciliation after the misunderstanding was cleared up, about our heartfelt conversations, about the possible sweetness of the future… The terrifying memory of last night had vanished. Even thinking about her beautiful figure made me hard.

Arriving at the club, I went straight to the lobby and asked a waiter to call out number 44.

"She quit, should we find someone else?"

I was stunned, then turned and left.

I dialed her cell phone; it was off. Unable to resist any longer, I called HR and asked them to check DD's registered address. Our company has a virtual dial-up connection, so we can connect to the intranet from home.

"Oh, DD, what's wrong? Is it important? She just called to say she resigned and went to another city. Is it related to you looking for her? Is there something she hasn't handed over?" "Young people these days, so irresponsible, just leaving like that… Oh, the report, she said she'd send it next week, saying the person is already gone." Utter despair.

A dark cloud drifted in at just the right moment, unleashing a torrential downpour that soaked my forehead, the liquid trickling down my back. The ring in my pocket was drenched, and my manhood was still hard and wet inside my underwear.

[The End]

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