I feel like I've been a victim of prostitution.

One day, in a certain month of a certain year, I attended a company-organized meeting at a famous mountain in the Midwest. In this industry, these kinds of meetings are basically just sightseeing. Before the meeting, they introduced the itinerary, mentioning a cable car. My knee, which I had recently sprained while playing basketball and hadn't healed, decided to join because of the cable car. Once we arrived, the meeting was secondary; the main thing was eating local specialties. When we reached the foot of the mountain, the organizer, Mr. L, said sitting around was pointless and we should climb. I was dumbfounded. But since we'd already passed the cable car, and the descent wasn't short, I had no choice but to bravely go along. The attendees were all acquaintances, prominent figures in the industry, and we chatted along the way, so at first, it didn't feel too bad. But after climbing less than a tenth of the way, I couldn't take it anymore. A female colleague started telling me industry gossip, such as: a big shot divorced and married a younger woman—I always thought he was a vegetarian, but it turns out he's into a meat-eater; I should have tried to climb the ladder myself; and someone who said one thing and did another, suggesting abandoning real estate but buying a house worth hundreds of millions in XX, etc. It relieved some fatigue and pain, but the process was incredibly arduous. Moreover, due to varying levels of physical strength, most people gradually separated. After countless hours of inhuman climbing, I almost gave up several times, but I persevered and reached the top. The return trip was better; it was all cable car, and I ran into the two girls from before, so we came down together.
Afterwards, my legs were completely numb! The hotel was supposedly four-star, the highest level there, but it felt more like a guesthouse. I asked if they had a foot bath, and they said yes, so I asked them to call one. They went to get one for me.
After about half an hour, a woman arrived, saying she had massaged elsewhere before coming. Since hundreds of people were staying at the hotel, I guessed everyone was tired from climbing and wanted one. The woman was fairly fair-skinned, so I let her massage me; she wasn't particularly alluring. Because it was so painful, I lay down and let her massage my back. I remember her saying, "Your back looks so broad!" I found it strange; why would she say something like that while giving me a foot bath! After massaging for about ten minutes, she told me to turn over, face up. I don't know why, and there wasn't much to massage on my stomach, but I could massage my legs, so I turned over. She continued massaging slowly while I closed my eyes to relax. After a few minutes, she suddenly took off my pants. I looked down and saw she was actually using a vacuum to suck me up. I just smiled bitterly. Damn, with all this pain, how could I possibly get an erection? She probably just wanted to get more money! I let her do it and kept my eyes closed. But after a short while, she stopped, got up, and sat down again, directly on my penis. This woman actually took off her clothes and pants herself, grabbed my penis, and tried to shove it into her vagina! Damn, that's going too far! Forced consumption! I said, "What are you doing? I just wanted to wash my feet and get a blowjob, but this is too much." She said she was from a village next to the hotel, used to work outside, but now she's back and has nothing to do, so she does odd jobs to supplement her income. She said, "Boss, just give me whatever you want." I was both amused and exasperated. It felt like I'd been forced into something. It was already inside me, what could I do? I just let her move, since I didn't feel anything anyway. After a while, I realized I never liked being passive, and this wasn't working. So I told her to lie down, and when I spread her legs, I saw just a little bit of hair above her vulva. I like women with lots of hair, and she was a little overweight, so it didn't really feel like anything. But I had no choice; I was already halfway there, and I had to pay anyway, so I just went in. She wasn't even naked yet, so I told her to pull her clothes up and expose herself. The only feeling I had was that of a minority woman, which reminded me of my ex. But I was too tired, and the woman wasn't very responsive. Maybe it was because it was a hotel, but I didn't dare scream. I didn't feel anything. After two minutes, I said, "That's enough, I'm done!"
When it came time to pay, I asked her how much she wanted, and she said 1000. I said, "Are you kidding me?! I only asked for a foot massage, and you didn't say that beforehand. It's impossible for it to be this expensive!" Later, when asked to add 300 or 400, she still disagreed. They probably argued a bit, not loudly, but the security guard outside heard the commotion, knocked on the door, and told the woman not to mess around, or he wouldn't let her in again. She had no choice but to take the money and leave.
I dared not make a sound. If I were out alone, it wouldn't be a big deal, but the people at the meeting were all industry acquaintances. If they found out I'd solicited a woman, good news wouldn't spread, but bad news travels fast. I bet the whole industry knew about me that day, haha.
When I got home, I found out my wife was pregnant. She got pregnant before I left. She said she felt something special that time, so she must be pregnant. Damn, I'd been working day and night to make this baby, almost to the point of exhaustion. Finally, she's pregnant, which is a relief. But the bonus is gone. But at least there's something to it. After that incident, I knew the bonus was gone. My understanding of windfall gains is pretty accurate, haha.

[The End]

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