Not lewd, just partners

I've been with the company for almost four years, and I'll soon have completed two years as an assistant manager. One more year of hard work and I'll be promoted to manager. I already meet the two necessary conditions for promotion: First, my Chinese Certified Public Accountant license—I already have it. Second, an annual performance review of B or higher—no problem, I get A every year; the nickname "Ivan the Terrible" is already quite well-known.
"Hurry up and finish, get out of here. Working overtime on Friday night and eating burgers is bad enough; I should go home and sleep." I thought to myself as I sped up my work, the desktop calculator clicking away with my left hand…
"Will, Group A's interim report is basically finalized." I placed the work on the senior manager's desk. "This report is due next Wednesday. I'll follow up if you have any questions."
"Hmm…" Will, with his back to me, continued typing furiously.
"Is Company B's project plan ready? Briefly tell me about it," he asked.
"Alright, the risk assessment and audit plan are all ready, you can see them in the system. Compared to previous years, we need to be extra careful with the new factory that Company B opened at the beginning of the year..." I answered confidently, "From the communication with the factory's logistics manager, their inventory is rather disorganized."
"Then why don't you get a few more junior staff to participate in the year-end inventory..." Will responded.
"I want to do the year-end inventory myself. This is the first annual inventory for that new factory, and the clients are all new employees who aren't familiar with our monitoring process. Junior staff might not be able to handle it. Besides, I did the risk assessment and audit plan, so if we see any risks that we didn't consider before during the monitoring, we can fill in the gaps."
"Oh?" Will turned around after saying that.
"Hehe, it's rare to see someone so hands-on. I liked doing that when I was an assistant manager too." He gave me an approving look. Will, department manager, senior audit manager, a native of Shanghai, handsome, shrewd and capable, and very popular with the boss. Unlike most men from Shanghai, Will is very generous and easygoing. Since being recruited by him, we've gotten along very well.
"Where's Alan? Why hasn't he come to see me yet? He's been urging me about the C company's plan for ages..." Will complained. "Do you know anything about the C company? If you were making the plan, how would you approach it?"
My heart skipped a beat, but I quickly calmed down. I had already reviewed the C company's past working papers. Not only the C company, but I had also done my homework on every client and project Will had during my free time.
"I know a little about it," I said, feigning modesty before launching into a long explanation. "Semiconductor chip manufacturers. Due to fluctuating market demand, these companies typically handle small orders, small batches, and flexible production. The vast majority of their raw materials are imported from affiliated companies, and the majority of their finished products are sold to their overseas parent companies. In addition to the aspects that traditional manufacturing companies need to pay attention to, related-party transactions and transfer pricing also require careful consideration..."
"Very good! You'll be leading the audit of the C company's annual statutory and group report this year. Go to the department secretary next Monday and pick three people. If you're late, the good ones will all be taken." Will responded after hearing my ideas.
"But... what about Alan? Isn't he the one leading Company C?..." I hesitated.
"That's none of your business," Will interrupted me. "Hurry up and pack your things. I know a nice place; let's go for a drink."
I knew Alan was out. Later, he was often borrowed by other departments to work on projects, tirelessly shuttling between various worthless projects—Will's discarded general, the other managers in his department were unwilling and dared not use him. Six months later, Alan resigned...
I followed Will into the gatehouse of a large, secluded mansion. Will handed a card to the guard, and soon a waiter led us through the courtyard towards a villa. The courtyard was very well maintained, with neatly trimmed landscaping and a fountain in the central courtyard complementing each other beautifully. When the heavy wooden door opened wide, I was stunned. What a wonderful place—don't laugh, even today, I still can't accurately describe how I felt at that moment.
The seemingly mundane phrase "a fine place" is surprisingly apt: the villa boasts high ceilings, a massive crystal chandelier casting a soft, comfortable glow, and a huge oil painting adorns the wall opposite the entrance—a depiction of Emperor Falser, the short man who once swept across Europe, snatching the crown from the Pope at his coronation and crowning himself—riding a sword across the battlefield. The floor is paved with black and white marble, and the wooden walls and staircases on either side of the hall exude a profound sense of history. On the left and right sides of the hall are rows of long tables; one table displays a variety of exquisitely prepared Chinese and Western dishes, the tablecloths pristine white and the cutlery gleaming. The other table is set with rows of red wines and glasses. In the hall, well-dressed men and women chatted quietly in twos and threes, occasionally punctuated by the captivating laughter of young women… Neatly dressed waiters served the guests with orderly efficiency—the hall was quite full of guests, but everyone was well-mannered, everything was orderly, and the atmosphere was very comfortable.
“Will, you’ve arrived, welcome!” With a warm greeting, a beautiful lady came to greet us. She seemed to be around Will’s age, with a ladylike hairstyle and meticulously applied makeup that perfectly suited the evening’s occasion. After exchanging greetings, she looked at me, then at Will.
“Oh, I forgot to introduce you,” Will said. “Lisa, this is my younger brother Ivan, a promising young man. Ivan, this is Lisa, the manager of the club.” The three of them exchanged pleasantries as they walked up to the second floor.
“Tonight, the Consulate General of France in Shanghai and the French-Chinese Chamber of Commerce are jointly hosting a wine tasting here. It’s a bit chaotic, sorry,” Lisa explained. After a few turns, we arrived at a living room-like room on the second floor. The room connected to a balcony with large floor-to-ceiling windows, and white sheer curtains fluttered in the evening breeze. Two long sofas opposite us were just the right firmness, very comfortable to sit on. Various drinks and fruit platters were already laid out on the coffee table—the coolness of the watermelon and the rich aroma of the pineapple indicated that the fruit platters were freshly cut, not half-finished products taken from the refrigerator. Lisa poured Will and me a glass of champagne and then left.
Will raised his glass to me: "Ivan, you've worked hard, cheers."
The bubbly, honey-colored champagne shimmered in the moonlight, crisp on the palate, followed by a rich grape aroma. I drank it all in one gulp. Just by looking at the uniquely designed bottle on the table, I knew it was "Dom Pérignon." Even in a store, a bottle would cost more than my monthly salary, let alone in a place like this, a den of iniquity.
"You're getting a promotion in two weeks," Will continued.
"Oh? Isn't it still a month until our group's unified promotion time?" I found it strange.
“No, you’re an exception. Two weeks from now, you’ll be the audit manager,” Will said.
My hand trembled. Wasn’t the assistant manager position supposed to be three years? I’d only been there for two!
“Your work performance has been outstanding, and you’re very mature in your dealings with people. Clients and colleagues have a good opinion of you, which is why you have this opportunity to advance. Well done! John and I have put in a lot of effort to train you. Come on, let’s have another drink.” Seeing my bewildered look, Will poured me a drink and explained.
I didn’t have time to think and quickly finished my second glass. This drink tasted completely different from the first—besides the joy and sweetness of success, I couldn’t taste anything else.
“You know, John is one of the senior partners in charge of the audit department. There are many capable people in the company, but not all capable people have the opportunity to showcase their talents like you. Why? Because John and I have always been giving you opportunities,” Will said bluntly. “You also know that the China branch is powerful, and John is the leader of one faction within it. I’ve always followed him. So, how about it? Do you want to join us?” His eyes gleamed.
I knew very well that although Will said that, I actually had no choice. If I didn't immediately and sincerely express my stance, I would soon be out of a job—those who can't be used by me can't be used by the enemy either; this is the ironclad rule of workplace struggles.
"I am very grateful for John and your kindness; I am deeply honored. I am willing to serve you faithfully!" With the end of the third toast, I officially became a new member of the faction.
Setting down his glass, Will picked up a pen and notepad from the corner of the coffee table and began writing down several names and phone numbers before handing them to me.
"Try contacting these three people when you have time. First is Old Zhang, from a family of tailors in Shanghai. Order six suits, three formal dresses, and a dozen shirts from him. Second is Victoria, a senior public relations trainer. You'll be taking public speaking and social etiquette courses during your annual leave. The third is Lisa, whom you just met. After you're promoted to manager, you'll be frequently accompanying John or me to social events. Since you're single and don't have a girlfriend, Lisa will arrange a regular female companion for you. I've already spoken to these people beforehand, and Lisa even said she'll bring a girl tonight for you to see. Don't worry about the expenses; our faction's housing fund will cover them. Also, here's your membership card. You can come here to relax in the future. Remember, come by yourself." The thin note felt unreal in my hand, but the charcoal-black membership card felt substantial—I later learned it was made of specially processed graphite, with a hardness almost comparable to diamonds.
"Okay, business is done. Now it's time for fun. Don't mind me, have fun, do whatever you want." Will clapped his hands. The door opened, and three beautiful, slender girls entered. Two girls immediately flanked Will, and the three of them began teasing each other. Although I often had intimate moments with Ruomeng and had even had a fling with Hilda, this was my first time in a nightclub, and I immediately blushed and my heart pounded.
"Hello, I'm Sophie. What would you like to drink?" Accompanied by a delicate, ethereal fragrance, the third girl gracefully sat down to my right and asked in her magnetic voice.
I turned slightly to face her. "My name is Yi..." Before I could finish the sentence, my gaze was already fixed on her beauty—long, wavy hair, fair skin, a round, oval face, a pert nose, alluring red lips, and a pair of captivating eyes—unlike the worldly gaze I had imagined a woman in the entertainment industry to have. Her eyes were calm and deep, her dark pupils filled with a magical allure. Her attire was also different from the slightly worldly outfits of the other two girls—a white silk blouse, a suit skirt, colorless stockings on her long, beautiful legs, and a pair of simple black high heels—completely the attire of an office worker. Especially that white silk blouse, at first glance it seemed plain, but upon closer inspection, the material was of excellent quality, the workmanship exquisite, and the cut perfect, further highlighting her exquisite and slender figure.
"...Oh, excuse me." I composed myself. "A martini, please."
"Starting with something this strong? You seem to have a good tolerance." The girl chuckled as she began mixing the drink.
I could tell she was mocking my inexperience—ordering strong liquor right away meant I'd get drunk quickly, and the bar wouldn't make any money. I glanced at Will across from me, still sipping champagne.
A flicker of displeasure crossed my mind. "Looks like the service here is so-so. No respect for customers at all."
She remained unmoved, focused intently on mixing the drink. Her fingers were long and nimble, the nail polish on her nails gleaming alluringly. In the blink of an eye, a martini was placed in front of me. Only then did she look up, staring at me with those captivating eyes, and said, word by word, "I'm not a prostitute, and you're not a client. So, there's no question of saving face."
Ignoring my astonished expression, she slowly continued, "I graduated from Shanghai University A with a degree in Marketing and Public Relations. I met Lisa a few years ago, and after graduating three years ago, I started working at her PR firm. I admire Lisa a lot; this club is just a side business for her. My dream is to be like her, to open a truly top-notch PR firm, not one of those brothels that are all show and no substance. A month ago, I received a call from Lisa, saying that a decent man was looking for female companions for social occasions, a great opportunity to build connections. It seems like you're the one."
I almost held my chin as I listened to her, finding it hard to connect the person who said these things with a woman who graduated from a prestigious university with a top-tier major. Calming myself down, I began to ask, "It seems you know my situation very well. What can you do for me?"
"Social settings aren't places for revelry; they're platforms for various forces in the business world to connect, channels for exchanging information, places for testing each other, and even venues for deciding whether to cooperate or fight to the death. Sometimes, men's pride can force them to make irrational choices. That's when the women around them need to connect, mediate, and bring the men back to the negotiating table to achieve a win-win situation. So, you need a partner like me."
"There are so many men who can help you build connections, why me of all people?" I pressed.
"You're different from others. I actually had someone investigate you, don't be nervous, I'm tight-lipped." She looked at me with a suggestive smile. "Everyone has secrets. Based on all the information, I think you have great ambitions and you're very discreet in your actions, which I like. I feel that partnering with you is most beneficial for my future career."
I was already convinced by her, but I still pressed on: "Wouldn't you be better off with Will? He's riding high right now?"
"He's already satisfied with his achievements, unlike you who are still so hungry for success. Once a man stops striving, he starts to decay. I can already smell a hint of decay around me, look at him." Following Sophie's gaze, I saw a scene, a scene of debauchery.
Just as Sophie and I were talking, Will's symbol of desire had been freed from his trousers and stood erect in front of us. Two girls were servicing him with their mouths, one on each side. The girls' saliva made Will's genitals shine under the light, and the sounds of swallowing and the occasional moans began to vibrate my eardrums. Seeing us watching, the three people opposite didn't seem to care. Will, suppressing a look of pleasure, gave an "OK" sign. The two girls, busy swallowing, cast wanton and provocative glances at me. My lower body instantly swelled to its limit, pressing uncomfortably against my trousers.
"Ouch..." Sophie cried out softly, her voice suddenly rising, clearly intending for the people opposite to hear, "I gave three training sessions to clients today, and my legs are killing me. Ivan, please give me a massage." As she spoke, she kicked off her heels, turned, and leaned against the right armrest of the sofa, as if showing off, lifting her long, shapely legs onto the sofa—or rather, placing her beautiful, newly sprouted feet together on the bulge in my trousers, her nail-painted toes wiggling seductively. From my angle, her honey-colored stockinged legs were completely exposed. Lost in her cloyingly sweet voice and captivating gaze, I couldn't help but grasp her beautiful feet in my hands and begin massaging them, savoring their softness, elasticity, and slight warmth…
"Oh…oh…so good…yes, right there, a little more pressure…" Sophie began to moan softly. Seeing Sophie enjoying my massage, the two girls opposite me grew increasingly annoyed and stopped their service—yes, they were desperately trying to please the man, while Sophie was controlling the man to please herself. Will, whose pleasure had abruptly stopped, opened his eyes in surprise. He didn't blame the two girls for stopping, but instead watched Sophie and I's performance with interest.
"Ivan, you massaged me so well just now, now it's my turn to return the favor," Sophie suddenly pulled her legs back, knelt on the sofa, and began to undo my belt. I was startled and quickly asked, "What…what are you doing?"—Although I've watched countless pornographic films, this was my first time watching a live broadcast, and I never imagined I would be starring in one.
"Are you trying to act all high and mighty in front of Will? Don't you want to get yourself killed?" Sophie reminded me in a small but firm voice—yes, if I didn't act like a frivolous, lustful womanizer, completely swayed by temptation, Will might become suspicious. Maybe this whole thing was a test, a test of my absolute obedience. Just as this thought crossed my mind, Sophie unleashed the monster of desire that had been imprisoned for so long, letting it thrash wildly in the evening breeze.
"Relax, enjoy it," Sophie said, looking up at me with a seductive smile. At that moment, I slumped back against the sofa, relaxed, and closed my eyes.
"Oh…very manly, huh?" Sophie chuckled, her words carrying a double meaning. I thought to myself, "Aren't you deliberately trying to embarrass me? The company starts at 8:30, I'm in the office at 8:00, and then I've been working non-stop for twelve hours. McDonald's for lunch, KFC for dinner, how can I not smell if I haven't showered? Besides, I didn't expect this kind of thing tonight." I opened my eyes, turned around, and was about to glare at her when something even more devastating happened.
Sophie was still leaning against the right armrest of the sofa, still with her legs on the sofa, but this time her pair of jade feet were in a very inappropriate place—right on my lower body, which was about to explode. Facing me, her left foot rustled under my crotch, pushing upwards through my pants, while her right foot played with my exposed desire monster in various ways—the intense pleasure of tingling, itching, and even a little pain instantly overwhelmed me.
"Do you like it?" Sophie asked me with her eyes half-closed as she did her best. I nodded reluctantly while desperately suppressing the unbearable pleasure.
A few minutes later, she began to envelop my waning desire in the soles of her feet, starting to move it up and down, from slow to fast. I watched as my scarlet tip struggled between her soft, boneless soles.
Gradually, my relaxed body began to tense, and I felt a tingling sensation in my back, a feeling like ants crawling down my spine, surging and spreading in my pelvis…
“Look into my eyes,” Sophie’s seductive voice seemed to come from the heavens, and I, drowning in a sea of desire, could only choose to submit in a daze. Her long hair flowed freely, a blush rose on her beautiful cheeks, her breath was soft, and her pearly white teeth lightly bit her lower lip—in her captivating eyes, the witch of desire flew towards me, and I knew I had no chance of winning. A flash of cold light, and the witch swung her scythe, instantly severing me at the waist… My vision went black, I screamed, and desire began to spray… onto Sophie’s face, body, legs, and feet…
In my dizziness, I saw Will pull a girl who was already stunned into a frenzy and kiss her passionately, while another girl, regaining her senses, impatiently straddled him and began to move up and down…
“You have quite the stamina, I didn’t expect you to last so long, my legs are going to go numb if you don’t come soon,” Sophie teased in my ear. After quickly getting ready, we left the room…
Stepping out of the mansion, Sophie and I both took a deep breath of the summer night air. In the courtyard, we stopped and shook hands: “Hello, partner.” The next day, I called Lisa and told her I was very satisfied with Sophie.
From then on, whenever John or Will took me to social occasions, Sophie was my companion. She was eloquent, well-mannered, and adept at reading people and creating a pleasant atmosphere; everyone liked her. Soon, everyone around me knew I had a "girlfriend" named Sophie. No matter how much they teased and joked, I always just laughed it off. However, I meticulously explained the whole story to Ruomeng, including every detail of what happened in the room that night—Ruomeng and I had no secrets.
Ruomeng completely understood Sophie's arrival, but she became extremely jealous over the last part of the story, inviting me to her hotel for several nights in a row, claiming she wanted me to thoroughly "audit" whether she or Sophie had the better "footwork"... So much so that at a subsequent social event, Sophie asked me with some concern if I was tired lately, noting my dark circles... I could only manage a wry smile.
Afterwards, Sophie's network of connections expanded rapidly. After I became an audit manager, she frequently provided me with crucial intelligence during bidding processes for new clients and projects, even knowing a great deal about the inner workings of our company. I was both surprised and pleased, but never asked many questions. My relationship with Sophie remained purely professional, never crossing any boundaries. Because we both knew very well: she wasn't a prostitute, and I wasn't a client. We are partners, partners working together to maximize our mutual benefits.

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