【The Allure of Auntie Sassy】(Episode 1)

Author: Xiaorourou
First published on sis001 on November 23, 2016
Word count: 11085

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In our area, women over forty are generally called "Auntie," those over fifty are called "Big Auntie
," and those even older are called "Old Auntie." Whether meeting in the morning or taking an evening stroll, calling
someone "Auntie" is both friendly and generous.

This city isn't large; it's a county-level city, hard to find on a map because,
like thousands of other county-level cities in China, it's relatively unknown. Its name is Guanglong. Four main roads—east, west, south, and north—run through the city,
converging at the Cultural Square in the city center. The "Cultural Square" is Guanglong's most famous shopping, cultural, and
tourist center. The square is surrounded by bustling commercial streets, with supermarkets and restaurants everywhere. Government buildings, hospitals, and
schools stand side by side. But the prosperity is limited to this area. Apart from the cultural square, most of the other areas consist of low

, dilapidated residential buildings, unfinished buildings that have been demolished but seem to never be completed, narrow and crowded roads, temporary

buildings, dirty and chaotic vegetable markets, and unknown small hospitals.

For a few years, a rumor circulated that the planned Baoxuan Railway would have a station in Guanglong.
Upon hearing this news, the city leaders were so excited that they stayed up all night. In just a few days, they came up with more than a dozen development plans,
which were broadcast on local television news. Guanglong was prematurely dubbed "a shining pearl on the Northwest Railway Artery."
Then , overnight, development companies hastily set up by the leaders' relatives and friends
sprang up like mushrooms after rain. Banks also actively cooperated, and it was common to easily obtain loans of tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of yuan.
A massive demolition campaign began. The news said, "Seventy days of hard work to rebuild a new Guanglong!" "Most of the city was designated for
demolition . Resettlement compensation could be negotiated later; the demolition would proceed first. All relocated households moved into temporary
housing built in a unified manner. According to the demolition commander, 'The temporary housing
is quite good, except that it's a bit cold in winter, hot in summer, has difficulty accessing water, poor lighting, crowded roads, and a lot of garbage!
For the construction of a new Guanglong, everyone should overcome the difficulties and persevere for three to five years so we can move into new homes!' For a while,
when Guanglong residents met, they no longer asked 'How are you doing lately?' but instead asked 'Has the demolition started?' Even those not included
in the demolition area often complained about why the demolition hadn't started.

The new Guanglong railway station, passenger station, and freight station had broken ground; the new residential area plan had been
finalized ; and new hospitals, municipal office buildings, kindergartens, and primary and secondary schools were in the planning stages… Suddenly, everything
came to an abrupt halt. The Baoxuan Railway plan was officially released, cutting across the plains thirty kilometers away from Guanglong."

What followed was a script so stale it became commonplace: development companies collapsed one after another, bosses absconded with the money,
projects under construction were abandoned, banks filed lawsuits, the disciplinary inspection commission moved in, and then the mayor, deputy mayor, planning bureau chief, and key
officials were all arrested and sentenced one by one. The only thing missing was an explanation for the people. Those living in temporary housing
were forced to stay there, while those residents who had complained about not being relocated secretly felt a chill; at least
they still lived in their own houses, albeit dilapidated ones, which were better than temporary housing.

One early summer morning, I woke up, washed my face, put on makeup, got dressed, and left home. My
long hair was tied back in a ponytail with a rubber band, I wore a gray baseball cap, a white tight-fitting tube top
under a pink sweatshirt, my two full breasts bulging on the top.
I wore flesh-colored velvet tights, black leggings, white cotton athletic socks, and red and yellow
running shoes.

Underwear isn't a necessity for me, because tight leggings can perfectly showcase my large, slightly upturned buttocks,
but wearing underwear would accentuate their shape and ruin the aesthetic. The reason I wear pantyhose underneath is
that it makes it easier to put on leggings after wearing them, and they also absorb sweat when I sweat.

Grabbing a plastic bag, I opened the building entrance, and a pungent, foul smell of garbage wafted out. I quickly turned around, closed the
door, held my breath, and ran downstairs. A mountain of garbage piled up at the building entrance; it hadn't been
cleaned . Although the few dollars a month for cleaning isn't much, for poor people, every penny counts.

In this building, I'm considered an "outlier"—a single, divorced woman in her forties. It's hard to imagine I
live in such an old and run-down place based on my attire. Actually, apart from the flesh-colored pantyhose, which was new, everything else
was either something I found at a flea market or hand-me-downs from others. Although I'm strapped for cash, I
still want to look "elegant."

Turning left after exiting the building leads to Haitong Road. I have to be constantly careful where I step, as the ground is uneven and
often accumulates smelly, dirty water or rainwater; a slight misstep could cause serious trouble. At
the intersection of Haitong Road and Jiefang Road, there's an inconspicuous breakfast stall. A wooden plaque above the dilapidated door reads "Convenient Breakfast."
For the past two months, I've been eating breakfast here every morning at this time, not for any other reason than its affordability.

"Oh! Auntie, you're here? Clear soup and a fried dough stick again today?" The stall owner, surnamed Wu, is a
plump southerner, greeting me with a smile.

I smiled and nodded, found a clean seat, opened my plastic bag, took out a worn
black wallet, counted out two yuan and fifty cents, and placed it on the table. It was still early, and there weren't many people.
Soon Mr. Wu brought a tray from the back room and placed it in front of me: a steaming bowl of scallion soup
with a few specks of oil besides the scallions, and a palm-sized fried dough stick next to it.

"Auntie, I'm sorry, the price has gone up, it's three yuan now," said Mr. Wu, looking at the money on the table.

"Huh?" I was shocked! I looked up at him, my eyes wide. "Yesterday it was two yuan and fifty cents, how come it's
gone up by fifty cents today?"

Mr. Wu's smile froze as he looked at me and said, "Oh dear, the prices of grains and oils have gone up recently, I had no choice but
to raise the price... Besides, do you really care about fifty cents?"

I pouted awkwardly. "It's not about the fifty cents! Your breakfast stall has only been open for two months. When
it first opened the clear soup with fried dough was only one yuan and seventy cents, and in less than half a month it went up to two yuan, and last month it went up to two yuan and fifty cents.
Yesterday when I came to eat, it was still the same price, and today it's gone up by fifty cents again? How can anyone make
a living ?! No way! I'm only paying two yuan and fifty cents today! If you want to raise the price, it'll be tomorrow!"

After saying that, I picked up the fried dough, took a bite, and then drank some soup.

Boss Wu paused for a moment, looked back at the inner room, then nodded and whispered, "Okay! Two yuan and
fifty cents today." As he spoke, he put the money in his pocket. Suddenly, a woman in her thirties came out from the inner room. She looked ordinary
but had a snobbish look on her face. She glared at Old Wu and asked, "How much did you charge her?"

Old Wu quickly went over and whispered, "Auntie is a regular customer... I'll just give you two yuan and fifty cents today, we'll talk about it tomorrow
..."

The woman shoved him aside and strode up to me, yelling, "Don't you know the price has gone up? Why should I give you fifty cents?!

Trying to dine and dash!"

This woman was Boss Wu's wife, her maiden name was Qiao, and she was a difficult person. Once, I saw a
customer come in for breakfast, and because he didn't have change and was two cents short, she actually broke the fried dough the customer ordered in half
and ate it on the spot! She even said, "The broken half is exactly two cents," making the customer blush and leave
without .

Although I knew she was difficult, I didn't back down. I glared at her and said, "Yesterday it was two yuan and fifty cents! Today it's gone up!

Are you even being reasonable?!"

The woman looked me up and down with her triangular eyes and said, "You look pretty and you're dressed nicely, but who knew you were
such a poor wretch! ...Pah! You're just a finger-licking asshole!"

I got angry at her harsh words and glared at her, shouting, "Who are you calling a asshole picker?"

The woman sneered at me, "You! Would it be fair to say you're talking about someone else?!"

I immediately retorted, "So what if I like to pick my asshole? It's none of your business! Even if I did, I wouldn't give you
fifty cents ." "!"

Upon hearing this, the woman laughed and turned to Old Wu, saying, "Guy! Did you hear that? This woman likes to pick her asshole!

Haha..."

After saying that, she turned back to me and said, "Is all your money stuffed up in your asshole and you can't get it out? Why don't
you bend over there and I'll help you pick it out?! Haha..."

Her words were extremely sarcastic, and I immediately blushed and stood up to yell at her, "No need!"

The woman snorted coldly, looked me up and down, and cursed, "Pah! You're like a whore all day long! You don't even wear underwear
! Who are you trying to impress?!"

Hearing her words, I realized that she had already seen through the fact that I wasn't wearing underwear. I couldn't bear to stay any longer.
I quickly finished the fried dough stick and drank the soup, then hurriedly ran out of the breakfast stall without a word. Behind me, I heard a woman's curses:
"You worthless bastard! ...Get lost! ...Go pick your ass!"

Walking down the street, I quickly forgot about what had just happened. I'd heard far worse things; this was nothing.

A little while later, I reached the end of Jiefang Road and then the Cultural Square. Near the intersection of Xihua Road at the east end of the square
, there was an office building called "Jindi Building," which was where I
worked .

Jindi Building was one of Guanglong's older office buildings, built in 1990. Originally designed to be only nine stories,
it had undergone several renovations and decorations over the years after the property management took over, and they even added another floor on the top floor. This
floor was used as a storage warehouse, so the elevator only went up to the ninth floor. I got off the elevator and climbed up to
the tenth floor. The tenth floor was also divided into individual rooms, but they were all quite large. The doors were locked. Right
next to the tenth-floor entrance were two small, connected rooms. One was where I usually rested, and the other was a tiny
toilet.

There were three cleaning staff in the building: Aunt Zhao was responsible for floors one through three, Aunt Li for floors four through
six , and I was responsible for floors seven and above. Their workspace was downstairs, and this small room, along with the adjacent toilet, was exclusively mine
.

I unlocked the door and entered the small room. It wasn't large. Against the wall was a single bed with
bedding I'd brought from home, where I could rest and nap. Behind the bed was a cabinet containing my work clothes
and some daily necessities. Next to the bed was a small table with drawers, on which sat a teapot, water cup, lunchbox, and other
items . These simple pieces of furniture took up most of the space, leaving very little usable room—barely enough for two
people.

I closed the door. A mirror, taller than a person, was embedded in it, but one corner was missing. It was a piece of mirror a company in
the building . I picked it up and asked Old Zhou from the property management to install it on the door. I'm
very conscious of my appearance, so I was quite pleased to have such a large mirror. Seeing that I had some time to spare, I
leisurely took off all my clothes, folded them neatly, and put them in the closet. My sneakers were also neatly arranged by the door. Then
I took out my work clothes and put them on. The work clothes were rather rough: a blue short-sleeved shirt with four pockets,
blue pants (I wore shorts underneath), and ordinary flat black cloth shoes. Before putting on the shoes, I
slipped on a pair of black stockings. After getting dressed, I looked in the mirror, styled my loose hair, and then put on a
light blue work cap.

After dressing neatly and locking the door, I went down to the ninth floor, where there was a tool cart—a four-wheeled
handcart—loaded with mops, buckets, brooms, and rags. Putting on rubber gloves, I pushed the cart and began
my day 's work. The building's cleaning work is done twice a day, morning and evening, covering the men's and women's restrooms, hallway floors,
elevator lobbies, and stair railings. The morning cleaning needs to be completed before the companies start work.

I pushed the cart to the men's restroom door, opened it, and asked, "Is anyone in?" Although most
companies , I still had to ask. After waiting a while, seeing no one answer, I pushed the cart in and started cleaning.
The building's restrooms were fairly luxurious, with white tiles on the floor and brown patterned tiles on the walls;
overall they felt quite clean. The men's restroom had four urinals and four squat toilets, each with its own space and door,
all of which were sit-down toilets. I opened all the toilet stall doors and checked them. The others were all quite clean, except for stall number two, where someone
had urinated outside. I muttered, "How annoying," and started cleaning. First, I mopped the floor, then
wiped the toilets with a rag, and finally the sink and the changing mirror. After cleaning, I pushed the cart to the women's restroom. There was no one there.
The women's restroom had eight stalls, all toilets. I mopped the floor first, then started wiping the toilets with a rag.
As I wiped the seventh toilet, I looked down and saw a few shiny black
pubic hairs scattered on the floor in front of it. Actually, this wasn't unusual; I often find pubic hairs in the toilet bowl. But this time, the pubic hairs were scattered on
the floor, standing out against the white tiles. I squatted down, picked up the pubic hairs with the rag, and threw them into the toilet.
Suddenly, I noticed a white object next to the toilet seat, hidden very well; it would be hard
to spot unless I squatted down. I reached out and picked it up—wow! It was a milky-white condom! And judging by its appearance
, it was a large size! What surprised me even more was that the condom tip was bulging and filled with a sticky substance—what else could it be but
semen ?! A thought flashed through my mind: How could there be a condom in the women's restroom? And a used
one at that? Judging by its condition, it must have been used recently, at least no later than last night. Could it be… that someone is so
bold have sex in the women's restroom?! Immediately, that shameful scene flashed through my mind: a man and a woman
engaging in passionate intercourse in various positions in a squat toilet… "Mmm," I unconsciously groaned softly, feeling a slight heat rising in my groin.

Although my life is tough, I am still a woman, and a woman who hasn't had a man in a long time.
Even if

I secretly use my fingers to satisfy myself under the covers late at night, it can't compare to a real,

hard cock! It took me a while to calm down. I let out a long sigh, looked down at
the pubic hair on the floor that hadn't been cleaned properly, and suddenly realized there must be a lot of pubic hair mixed in!

I've been a cleaner at the Jindi Building for so many years, and this is the first time I've encountered something like this. I could
n't figure it out after thinking about it for a long time, so I just threw the condom into the toilet
and flushed it away before continuing to clean. After leaving the women's restroom, I wiped the hallway floor and walls, and finally started wiping the elevator doors. At this time, young men and women arriving for work began to emerge from
the elevators , and the building suddenly became lively.

There are four companies on floors seven through nine. The seventh floor is shared by two companies: one called "Jubao Medical
Technology ," which specializes in medical products, and the other, "Lanhai Ticketing," which specializes in acting as an agent for airline and train tickets
. The entire eighth floor was occupied by a company called "Xingqi Real Estate," while the entire ninth floor was occupied by the accounting firm
"Ruipu Finance." These companies were long-time tenants of Jindi, having operated here since the building was completed. I knew most of
their employees and owners, such as Mr. Chen Shuai from Jubao and Ms. Liu Li from Lanhai.

As I cleaned, I frequently nodded and greeted those I recognized. "Good morning, Auntie!" A
melodious voice rang out. I looked up and saw a woman standing in front of me. She was of medium height and very
slender, with long, flowing hair, an oval face, and large eyes. When she spoke, she revealed a set of neat, white teeth.
She wore a black, sheer, collared blouse over a white strapless top, which
accentuated her full, firm breasts. She wore a black straight skirt, highlighting her high, pert bottom. She carried a
small black handbag with gold trim and a white plastic bag in her hand. She wore flesh-colored stockings and black high heels.
In her early
admiringthirties glances. This was Liu Li, the general manager of Blue Ocean Ticketing. We'd known each other for years; Liu Li
had always been kind to me, often giving me clothes she no longer wanted—clothes she'd worn out, but of excellent quality and practically
brand new.

"Good morning, Ms. Liu!" I quickly stood up, smiling and nodding in greeting.

"Auntie, this is for you." She handed me a white plastic bag. I quickly took off
my gloves, opened it, and found several pairs of clothes and underwear inside.

"Oh! Ms. Liu…this…you're too kind! It's not right to always take your things." I was
pleased but polite.

Liu Li smiled and said, "It's nothing, don't be shy. These clothes were going to be thrown away anyway, so please wear
them if you can."

I thanked her profusely and quickly put the plastic bag away. Suddenly, Liu Li stopped, turned back, smiled mysteriously at me,
and whispered, "Auntie, there are some fun things in here, take your time looking around." With that, she left.

Her words were cryptic, and I nodded, not understanding.

"Hey, Auntie, good morning!" A loud voice suddenly rang out behind me, startling me. Without even
looking, I knew it was Zhao Sanli, the supervisor at Liu Li's company.

"You brat! You scared me!" I turned around and punched him lightly. Zhao Sanli was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, of medium
height , with a sturdy build, wearing a suit, a side-parted hairstyle, small eyes, a large nose, and quite energetic.

He looked me up and down a few times and laughed, "Auntie, you're getting younger and younger! If you wore
a miniskirt and stood on the street, I guarantee you could make a couple of bucks."

I knew he was insulting me, so I rolled my eyes at him and said, "Why don't you save that for your mom?"

Just then, another man came up behind him, laughing, "Auntie, why don't you become my godmother?
I can even suck on your big breasts sometime. Haha."

The man was a head shorter than Zhao Sanli and didn't look as muscular, but he was short and stocky
, with short hair, a pointed face, big eyes, and a flat nose. He was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. His surname was Niu, and his name was Niu Dong.

He and Zhao Sanli were both managers at Blue Ocean Ticketing. They were Liu Li's most capable subordinates; I heard that over 90% of
Blue Ocean Ticketing's business came from them, and they were deeply trusted by General Manager Liu. I knew them very
well, and they often joked about me.

When Niu Dong said that, I blushed and spat at him, "Pah! You can't say anything nice!"

After cleaning, I returned to my room and washed my hands before taking the clothes out of the plastic bag one by one.

There was a black lace thong, a white embroidered tank top, a pair of white cotton boxer briefs,

two pairs of black women's short socks, and a pink fleece-lined hooded sweatshirt. Finally, I found an
unopened black velvet pantyhose. This wasn't the first time Liu Li had given me pantyhose; we were
about the same height and build, so I was sure I could wear any pantyhose she could. Therefore, I kept them unopened. There was nothing
else . I wondered what this "fun thing" Liu Li had mentioned was. Thinking this, I
picked up the sweatshirt and opened it. Suddenly, two things fell out of the rolled-up garment. I quickly looked at them
closely and immediately blushed.

One was black, thick and long, covered in small beads—what else could it be but a dildo? Pressing the
switch made it spin with a "buzzing" sound; the battery seemed newly replaced, it was very powerful.

The other one was flesh-colored, covered in a string of beads, but much thinner than the dildo.
Turning it on also made it spin powerfully. Of course I recognized both of them; the black dildo was for penetrating.
The flesh-colored one was for anal penetration.

Holding these two items, I was a little puzzled. Why did Ms. Liu give me these? Had she used them?

Then I thought again, maybe I was just overthinking it. Liu Li and I have a good relationship, and we're both women. She knows
my situation, so she doesn't treat me like an outsider. Maybe she figured I'm single and might need them sometime
. With that in mind, I wrapped the two items in a plastic bag and put them at the bottom of the closet, then
tried on the clothes.

I put on the sweatshirt and looked in the mirror. It fit perfectly, and looked very stylish! I
loved it. A cleaner's salary is only a few hundred yuan a month, barely enough for me to make ends meet. If these clothes were
new, I wouldn't even dare to dream of them. I probably couldn't save up for a year to buy a thong. Looking at these clothes, I realized they'd hardly
been worn. Such nice things, and she just threw them away. It seems the difference in our living standards is unimaginable.

I made hot water in the kettle, then lay on the bed fiddling with the thong in my hand. The thong was clean, but
when I smelled it, there was a faint smell of urine. I lay down and recalled finding the condom in the women's restroom that
morning , thinking: it might have happened last night... The last cleaning this afternoon didn't include the men's and women's restrooms
... and it was 4 PM... I wouldn't be off work until 5 PM at the latest... but many companies in the building
were still open at that time... I wonder who... was so bold... daring to do that in a public women's restroom
!

... But I also admire them... so bold... doing that in a public women's restroom
must been novel and exciting... I guess it was before midnight... because the building starts clearing and sealing off at midnight

... once the doors are locked, there's no way out... unless they spend the night in the building...

Thinking about this, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

It was dark outside... Most companies had already closed... For some reason, I was still cleaning the women's
restroom on the seventh floor... I was bending over, wiping the toilet... when suddenly a tall figure appeared behind me... He grabbed me and pinned me
down ... He quickly pulled down my pants and underwear... revealing a large, fat, white buttock... No matter how much I
struggled or begged, he ignored me... Two fingers deftly dug into my vagina, hooking my anus and rubbing it hard
... Gradually... my screams turned into moans... My buttocks twisted incessantly, begging for the fingers to go deeper...

With a soft "plop"... Two more fingers took advantage of the situation and inserted into my anus... Being penetrated from both ends, I
became even more excited, my moans echoing throughout the entire building! ... Those fingers were like a stirring stick,
churning ... Just as I was enjoying this wonderful feeling of being invaded... "Plop, ah!" A thick, long, large
penis suddenly shoved into my vagina! ...I realized that compared to a penis, my fingers were like matchsticks... The big
, black penis ruthlessly went in and out of my vagina... stirring up streams of sticky, white fluid... dripping
onto the white tiles... Due to the intense movement... a few pubic hairs and penis hairs fell out... I screamed...

screamed... my buttocks twisted rapidly... releasing the desires that had been suppressed in my heart for many years...

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!..." I screamed a few times and woke up from my dream. After calming down, I realized
that I had just had a lewd dream. Suddenly, I felt a chill between my legs. I quickly reached in and touched it. It was sticky,
all the fluid that had come out of my vagina. "What's going on?" I muttered softly, found
some toilet paper tore off a piece, and wiped my vagina. It was fine if I didn't wipe it, but wiping made my vagina feel even emptier and itchier. I quickly threw the paper away
and put on my pants.

I looked at the clock; it was almost 11:30. Time for lunch.

The fact that lunch is provided is one of the main reasons I've worked at Gemdale for so many years. This lunch is very important to me;
firstly, it fills me up, and secondly, I can bring some back with me, which means I'm also prepared for dinner. I picked up my lunchbox,
washed it in the small restroom next door, and arrived early at the canteen located on the basement floor of the building. The canteen not only provides meals for property management staff
but is also open to the public. They generally prepare eight meat dishes, eight vegetable dishes, and three kinds of soup daily. The takeout prices are very economical:
meat dishes are generally 8 yuan per serving, vegetable dishes are 5 yuan, and soup is free. However, only one meat dish, one vegetable dish, and soup are provided to property management staff
. If they want an extra dish, they have to pay for it themselves. Staple foods include rice, steamed buns, twisted rolls, flatbread, and
silver thread .

Besides these, like restaurants, the canteen also offers individual dishes cooked according to a menu, with varying prices. The cafeteria manager, surnamed
Zhou, was in his fifties. We all called him Chef Zhou. Coincidentally, I also had the same surname. Chef Zhou took good care of me, always
secretly adding an extra meat dish for me. Over the years, we became quite familiar. Later, I found out that his
kindness wasn't just because we shared the same surname; he had feelings for me. He knew I was single
and pretty, and he was trying to take advantage of me. At first, he would just flirt with me, asking, "Are you
cold at night?" or "Does anyone scrub your back when you shower?"... Later, seeing that I wasn't offended, he started insulting
me, saying things like, "What do you do when your pussy itches?" "It's such a waste that you're wasting your life at such a young age!" "Your asshole
needs to be cleared often, otherwise you'll get hemorrhoids!" and so on. It just got more and more outrageous. Actually
, I didn't care about any of that. I'm not a virgin anymore. What's an extra meal every day?

Saving money is the only thing that matters! Besides, he's taken such good care of me all these years, and I felt a little
guilty ; after all, he's obligated to help me. As time went on, he grew bolder and bolder, occasionally starting to touch me
inappropriately. When no one was looking, he'd pinch my buttocks, and a few times he'd even cornered me against the wall, pulled me close,
and sucked my breasts. Every time he saw me, his eyes were like a hungry wolf seeing a sheep.

But there was one thing he dared not cross: his wife happened to be Aunt Zhao, who did the same work as me
. Aunt Zhao had a bad temper, wasn't very educated, and was extremely jealous, while Chef Zhou happened to be henpecked.
So, whenever Aunt Zhao was around, he'd be terrified and wouldn't dare take his pants off me.

The canteen was large, with tables and chairs filling the space except for the food windows. The fluorescent lights were on, making it quite bright.

There was a small door at the end of the food windows. When I arrived, the canteen was empty, with only the cooks
busy at the food windows.

A round, bald man poked his head out of the small door and called out to me, "Auntie! Come here! Come here!" Seeing that it was
Chef Zhou calling me, I quickly answered and pushed the door open to go inside.

Chef Zhou was short and stout, with a large face, a big nose, a big mouth, big ears, and a bulging belly.
His legs were thick, and he looked like a big ball. He licked his lips at me, reached under the table, and pulled out a plastic bag. He
opened it and showed it to me. I peeked inside and saw pockets filled with stewed pork ribs!

"Wow! This is good stuff!" My eyes lit up.

Chef Zhou chuckled, stroking his bald head with his short, stubby hands. He leaned closer and whispered, "Yesterday, a company on the third floor
had an event and a dinner party in the cafeteria. They ordered braised pork ribs, and I... hehe... secretly kept this bag
... for you." I was overjoyed and wanted to shout. I nodded gratefully and looked at him, saying, "Old Zhou! Thank
you! Thank you!"

Chef Zhou smiled憨厚ly and suddenly whispered, "Take it back quickly! It'll be troublesome if my wife
sees it !"

He shoved the bag into my hand, and I hurriedly took it and turned to leave. Suddenly, a large hand pressed down
on my buttocks and squeezed it hard twice. I quickly stopped, letting his hand squeeze my buttocks, and turned back to give
him a charming smile: "Hehe..."

Chef Zhou looked at me, swallowed, and whispered, "Auntie... I really want to fuck your horny asshole!"

"...Definitely slutty! Slutty!"

I blushed and whispered to him, "Brother, don't you find it smelly? I never
wash my ass after I poop."

He got even more excited and yelled at me, "The slutterier the better! Auntie, I really want to fuck your ass! I really do!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand to reach into my pants, but I quickly pushed him away, wiggled my butt, and walked out.
When I got to the door, I turned back and gave him a lewd laugh, whispering, "Brother, my slutty ass is waiting for you to fuck it, but I'm afraid
... you don't have the guts. Hehe." After saying that, I dashed away, leaving Old Zhou drooling with desire
.

I took the elevator back to the small room, put my bag away, and immediately went back to the cafeteria. By this time, people were gradually arriving at the cafeteria.
Aunt Li, Aunt Zhao, and people from the property management office, maintenance office, and security office came to get their meals. Everyone
was a colleague, chatting and laughing as they ate together. When it was my turn, Chef Zhou personally served me rice.
I ordered a stir-fried cabbage with vinegar and a beef and potato stew. As usual, Chef Zhou gave me an extra cucumber and shrimp dish.

I filled my lunchbox to the brim with rice, but only ate half before stopping. Then I got two bowls of tomato and egg
soup.

As noon approached, the cafeteria gradually became busier. Company employees came downstairs to eat, and the cooks
busied themselves preparing food. Seeing the crowd, I quietly stood up and headed out. While waiting for the elevator, someone behind me called out,
"Auntie, finished eating?"

I turned around and saw a tall, young man standing behind me. He was easily over 1.8 meters tall, with broad
shoulders and a robust build. He wore a black suit and shiny leather shoes. He had a side-parted hairstyle, a long face, and large,
piercing eyes.

"Hey! Mr. Chen! I just finished eating, how about you?" This was Mr. Chen from Jubao Medical Technology,
a dashing man in his thirties. Every time I saw him, I felt a surge of excitement. Tall, energetic, and
already ! Those leather shoes were worth a year's salary for me… the gold watch on his wrist was worth three years' salary for me

… the phone he used was something I probably couldn't buy even if I worked for years without eating or drinking… Chen Shuai, what a fitting name, he really
is handsome! No woman could resist his charm, and I was no exception. But I also knew what his
status was, and what mine was. A cleaner, to put it bluntly, someone who cleans toilets—
why would he even notice me?

As I was lost in thought, Chen Shuai said, "I just finished eating too. It's getting hot."

I quickly replied, "Yes, it's going to get hot soon, Mr. Chen, please take care of yourself and get some rest." Chen Shuai
smiled and nodded at me.

The elevator arrived, and we stepped inside one after the other. The space was cramped, and Chen Shuai stood close to me. I could
smell his cologne; it smelled wonderful. I secretly took a couple of deep breaths, when suddenly I heard a "plop...plop..." sound coming from Chen Shuai's lower body. Yes, he'd let out a loud fart
right in front of me ! 　　"Ah! Auntie...sorry...hehe..." Chen Shuai seemed a little embarrassed. 　　I quickly came to his rescue, saying without thinking, "It's okay! I love the smell...oh! No, I meant you should take care of yourself..." 　　Chen Shuai was taken aback at first, then smiled. 　　Back in the small apartment, I packed up the food to take home after work. After finishing, I sat on the bed, lost in thought imagining Chen Shuai. The more I thought about him, the more I liked him, and I started overthinking: Since he farted in front of me, it proves he doesn't consider me an outsider! That was such a good opportunity; why did I panic? I should have confidently told him, "Mr. Chen! I love smelling your farts! ... You should have just taken off your pants and made me kneel in front of you and let them hit my face! Let me smell them to my heart's content! ... I love you! I'd do anything for you! 　　... " Thinking of this, my cunt started to overflow again. 　　At four o'clock in the afternoon, I went downstairs to start working again. The hallway was quiet, and all the employees in the company were working. I wiped the hallway and then wiped the elevator lobby. I finished work at five o'clock and went back to my room. 　　With nothing to do, I took out the clothes that Liu Li had given me, especially the thong. I fiddled with it for a bit and suddenly had the urge to try it on. I closed the door, got into bed, took off my pants and underwear, and then put on the thong . The mirror behind the door was facing my bed. I looked at myself. The thong was so small. There was only one strap in the back that was tightly fastened to my butt crack. The small piece of cloth in the front couldn't cover my fat cunt at all; it was almost completely sunk into my cunt . I looked around and thought it was quite sexy. Then I half-lay on the bed, legs spread, facing the mirror. My plump vulva was clearly exposed in the mirror, with dark pubic hair extending outwards. The vulva was slightly parted, revealing two thick, brown labia majora. Parting the labia majora revealed the pink labia minora inside. Parting the labia minora further revealed a narrow, juicy opening. The opening was deep, not only hot but also incredibly soft, with countless fleshy protuberances on both sides. If a penis were inserted, the protuberances would bulge and tightly grip the penis shaft, providing maximum stimulation. During thrusting, it would secrete sticky, slippery vaginal fluid. That tight, hot, and slippery feeling would be irresistible to any man. 　　Looking further down, between two large, white buttocks, a round, brown opening was visible. The opening was narrow and incredibly hot . If lubricant were applied inside and a penis inserted, the feeling of tightness, almost suffocating, would be different from a vagina.

It had a strange, unsettling feeling.

Lost in thought, I stared, mesmerized. Suddenly! The door to the small room opened, and a head peeked in. Our eyes met
, and we both froze!

"Ah! Oh!" The young man's eyes widened!

I screamed and quickly grabbed my pants to cover my crotch! I recognized the young man; he was Xiao Zhao, the accounting supervisor at
Ruipu ! Xiao Zhao's full name was Zhao Mingyu, he was twenty-eight this year, and he had just gotten married last year.
He even gave me some wedding candy when he came to work after his wedding. He had come to Ruipu Finance right after graduation and had been working there for
several years . Because of his good performance, he was promoted to finance supervisor.

Xiao Zhao was an outgoing person, lively and cheerful. Although his looks were average, his smile was quite cute, and he had
a sweet tongue. Every time he saw me, he would call me "Auntie" this and "Auntie" that. Over the years, we had become old acquaintances. He
would often come over to borrow cleaning agents, dish soap, and the like. I always tried my best to oblige. It was my fault for being careless today
; I only closed the door but didn't lock it from the inside, and he saw everything.

Xiao Zhao was stunned for a moment and quickly retreated. My face flushed, I quickly pulled up my pants, pushed open the door, and looked at him, saying,
"You... what's wrong with you! Why didn't you knock before coming in?!"

He was a head taller than me, with a strong build, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, black trousers, and black leather shoes.

He stood there a little dazed, and when

I asked him that, he didn't dare look at me, only lowering his head slightly and saying, "Auntie... I... I didn't expect..." Hearing him stammering and making things worse, I quickly asked, "What...
what do you want to borrow?"

Xiao Zhao hurriedly said, "Auntie... oh... I... I wanted to borrow some toilet cleaner."

"No more! I've used it all up!" I said, turning and going back inside, closing the door.

Xiao Zhao stood there stunned for a moment before rushing downstairs. I was actually quite happy today. Liu Li
gave , and Chef Zhou gave me ribs for lunch. Maybe I got a little carried away,
because with nothing to do, I forgot to lock the door and started masturbating in front of the mirror, letting Xiao Zhao see everything! Actually, it's
not a big deal for someone my age, but I was still angry that he saw my body. I was sullen until I left work. Then I
changed my clothes, tidied myself up, grabbed my pre-packed lunch, took the elevator to the lobby, swiped my card, and
went home.

(End of Episode 1)

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