A fake prostitution raid

Around October 2005, my supervisor sent me and another colleague to a small factory in Ziyang to pick up the uniforms our company had ordered. The company had recently hired a new batch of employees who started work in August, and their measurements had been taken. The uniform factory had notified us to send someone to pick up the uniforms and check their quality.

The newly appointed bureau chief sent me and another colleague because I had a good relationship with him, and the factory was recommended by a friend of his. He probably didn't want anyone else to be found out. I was relatively young and seemed honest to him, and he had personally recruited me from our school years ago, so I guess he felt indebted to me. My colleague and I set off in a beat-up van with "Urban Management Enforcement" printed on it.

Everything went smoothly at the garment factory. We picked up the clothes and drove off. The drive to Chengdu was also smooth. After Chengdu, we got on the highway, but soon our old van broke down. It felt like it was losing power. We exited the highway and drove to a repair shop. The repairman said he needed to check the main unit, and it turned out a part was broken. He said it needed to be replaced for 600 yuan. After getting approval from his supervisor, we agreed. He went inside to get the part, but came out a while later saying they were out of that part and he'd go get another one from another shop.

But that was it – over two hours passed and he still hadn't returned. We asked the owner when he'd be back, and she said soon. It was past 6 pm, and he still hadn't come back. We grabbed a bite at a nearby restaurant, and when we went back, the owner still wasn't back. We had no choice but to wait, since he'd unloaded the whole van. It was past 10 pm, and he still hadn't returned. The owner's wife said she didn't know either; his phone was off. Damn it! It was obvious we weren't going home today. Then the landlady told us there was a hotel about 50 meters in front of her shop where we could stay. She said her husband would call us when he got back. We left our phone number and went to find the hotel.

We found it; the name was strange—Highway Hotel. We checked in, got our keys, and were about to go upstairs when we saw a man and a woman enter. The woman had a good figure and was dressed rather sexily—a pink tank top and a very short skirt. I didn't get a clear look at her face, just a quick glance. We were exhausted after a long day and were planning to go upstairs, shower, and go to sleep.

In the middle of the night, our phones woke us up. It was 3 a.m.! The owner was calling, saying the car was fixed. The reason for the delay was that he had hit a woman on his way back. It wasn't serious, but the woman insisted on paying compensation, which he refused to do. Anyway, that's the gist of it. I didn't listen much and just said okay, we'd pick up the car first thing tomorrow morning.

After hanging up the phone, I heard a strange sound coming from the other end, kind of like a bed creaking. Damn, the soundproofing in this hotel is terrible; it must be from next door. I tried to ignore it, but then I noticed my colleague was also tossing and turning, unable to sleep. I said, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

He said, "Sleep my ass! You're the one who falls asleep as soon as you lie down, but that noise hasn't stopped since we came in."

I said, "That's incredible! It's been hours! "

He said, "Damn, this is the third one."

I said, "You must be suffering terribly."

He said, "I've already masturbated twice, and I'm still not satisfied."

I said, "Damn, you're such an addict."

He said, "Damn, she's the one who came after us. She's got a great figure, and her moans are so seductive. When she saw the second one off, I saw her breasts at least a C cup, and she was pretty good-looking. Damn, she's so beautiful, why is she a prostitute?"

Oh, oh, oh…

the sounds started coming from next door.

He: Listen, that slut's about to climax, her moans are unbearable.

Me: Damn, let's go over there and fuck her, see if she still moans.

He: Damn it, I have no money left except for the car repair.

From next door came: "...Please! Hurry up and fuck me... Hurry up and fuck me... Ooh... Ahhh... I want it inside..."

Damn, that was just foreplay, even prostitution is so sensual.

From next door came deep moans: "Ah... Ah... Ah... Hmm... Hmm... Ugh... Ah... Ah..." She

started moaning again, it was unbearable, my little brother was rock hard, I started fantasizing about that slut's body and masturbating. Under that lewd sound, I ejaculated in less than a minute, went to the bathroom to wash, and after washing, I opened the door, thinking of listening at the door next door, that way it would be clearer.

I opened the door, went next door, and sure enough, the sound was clearer, ahhhhhhh^^………………Oh………………Hmm…………Ah.

Wow, my heart almost jumped out of my chest! Turns out the door wasn't locked. I was so engrossed in listening that I'd opened it a third of the way. I decided to peek inside. The woman had a fantastic figure, her breasts easily a D cup. She was on top, her ass was throbbing, and she was making constant "oh oh oh" sounds. The man was rubbing her breasts with both hands. Watching this, my penis got hard again.

Oh oh…

the man ejaculated. They were done, getting ready to get up. I immediately pulled my head out, gently closed the door, and went back to our room.

Lying on the bed, I was wide awake, my penis rock hard. Suddenly, a bold idea popped into my head. We were both wearing uniforms, similar to police uniforms, so it was hard to tell us apart without a close look. Besides, the hotel room only had one light on, making it quite dim, and the woman across the hall was probably a prostitute; she didn't seem to have any power. I decided to take the risk.

I told my colleague about this bold idea, and he, too, was horny, his penis as hard as mine, and immediately agreed.

After waiting a few minutes, there was no response from next door. They were probably tired and asleep, and the woman there wasn't any other business. We quietly opened the door and saw two naked people lying on the bed, both asleep. Now we could see the woman clearly: she was sleeping in a starfish position, with an oval face, hair that was past her shoulders with some hair on her breasts, not much pubic hair, and slender legs. She was probably around 160cm tall—a rare find indeed, and we were surprised to find her in a place like this.

The client, on the other hand, was probably only 165cm tall, quite thin, and around 40 years old. An older man with a younger woman—we were even more confident this time, not afraid of resistance.

We divided the tasks: I took their clothes to our room first, then came back to turn on the light. While I was doing so, he took pictures with his phone. The scene began:

"We're police officers, take us to the police station."

The man looked bewildered and immediately covered his penis with his hand. The woman also woke up and covered her breasts with her hand. "Take your hands off,"

she said, covering her genitals with her hand.

"Get up and move along, don't dawdle."

"Brothers, are you new here? I've never seen you before, and your accents are from out of town."

Damn, that woman is a regular; she's practically an acquaintance of the police station.

"We're new here. Tonight, the station chief is playing cards and called us out on a mission. We heard you yelling downstairs."

"Brother, can we not go? Let's settle this privately."

The customer held up five fingers.

"500, not even enough for the chief to use his money."

"No, 5000. That's your standard procedure, isn't it? I only brought 5000 with me."

"Fine, I'll give you a discount. You squat over there."

I gave a wink, signaling my colleague to take him to the bathroom in our room and have him wait there naked.

"How do you suggest we resolve this?"

"We just opened tonight and you guys took advantage of us. We're broke. How about we pay you tomorrow?"

"Damn, you're lying to me, there are three condoms inside."

My cock was rock hard, I didn't want to hear any more of his nonsense, I went up and grabbed her breasts, pressed her down on the bed, "Just spend one night with me, anyway, I've got the money from the chief." I pushed my cock into her vagina, ah, so good, I'd been holding back all night.

"Scream, why aren't you screaming?"

Ah………………, oh………………

As expected of a prostitute, so fast, first with vigorous thrusting, making her scream loudly, then changing positions, her buttocks raised. Ah, so good, it went all the way to her cervix, each time all the way in, changing positions four or five times, I could feel her vagina getting tight, trembling, her orgasm was coming, I sped up my thrusting speed, there were guys waiting next door, a gush of semen gushed out, all inside, I hadn't felt this good in a long time, before when I had sex with my girlfriend I'd just leave it outside, pull out and see the semen gushing out, she was exhausted and crawled onto the bed. I even felt a pang of pity for such a beautiful girl, probably no more than 20.

I went over to call my colleague, and while I was at it, I told that idiot to take the money. I took his wallet too, and checked his ID—he was born in 1965! There was also a business card inside. Damn, turns out he's a deputy director of some unit in some city. I'll have to give him a good talking to now. I took out my phone and snapped a few nude photos. I'll save those for later. There

were sounds coming from next door, but this time the sounds of the bed were louder than the moans. Looks like my buddy really shouldn't panic.

After about 40 minutes, the sounds from next door finally quieted down. Looks like the aftereffects of masturbation are really strong. I called the two of them together. The girl was basically finished. Looks like my buddy's stamina was too strong. I looked at her genitals; her anus was a little swollen, and semen was still leaking out.

"You two are lucky tonight. You're a director, so you have to help me out in the future, or you'll know what happens," I said, waving my phone.

"I know."

"The clothes are here, we'll go back and report."

Leaving the hotel, we hurried to the repair shop. The owner wasn't up yet, so we woke him up, paid, and drove onto the highway. Otherwise, we'd be in big trouble if we got caught.

Back at work, we all took a day off and used the 5000 yuan to relax at a sauna for a day—it felt so good.

A month passed, and seeing that nothing had happened, we felt relieved.

[The End]

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