【Fallen】(08) Author: fl7898256

Author: fl7898256
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The next morning, Jing went to work, while I slept in until very late. Jing didn't know Kai;
he had just graduated when she came to America, so I didn't explain much, just sent her a WeChat message saying I wouldn't
be back Friday night, I'd be visiting an old friend. Jing replied that she understood and told me to be careful.

The day passed uneventfully, filled with various papers. That night, I had sex with Jing. She was incredibly
proactive, even initiating oral sex, and she led all the changes in positions. I don't know if it was because we hadn't done it
in a long time or my psychological trauma, but although I got hard twice, I ejaculated within minutes each time.
Jing even joked about being sexually unsatisfied. Although I knew it was a joke, it made me furious.
Was she comparing my penis to Spencer's? Even if I tied them both together, they might not be as big as one!
I roughly inserted my fingers into Jing's vagina, stimulating her G-spot until she orgasmed. After the orgasm
, although she said she hated being hit, I could feel her pleasure, something that had never happened before.
My wife's libido had been awakened by another man. Thinking about this, I felt a surge of resentment and turned over to go to sleep. Jing
thought I was tired and didn't bother me anymore, gently saying goodnight before falling asleep as well.

I had absolutely no motivation to work on Friday, and finally managed to get to 5 a.m. before driving an hour to W city, which wasn't far from
here . It was a compromise, and Kai and I agreed to meet at a bar there. Meeting old friends
was naturally a lively affair, and we gave each other a big hug. Although Kai was two years older than me, he didn't act like
a senior colleague , which was something I liked about him. Besides, I had just arrived in the United States and was unfamiliar with the place; if it weren't for his
help, I might have been sleeping on the streets, so I was genuinely grateful to him.

"I heard from XX that you got married, and it's our beautiful junior from school? You've really made something of yourself!"
Kai joked.

"Oh, no, no, if Kai-ge were there, I wouldn't stand a chance!" Our jokes were never serious.
But after saying that, I felt a little aggrieved, having inadvertently revealed my current situation. Although Jing was my wife,
she was someone else's plaything.

Kai, while only slightly above average in looks, was tall, and had changed girlfriends several times
, never settling down. He scratched his head, saying it was all his fault; he just loved to play around, and when he finally got serious
, the girls got disheartened and left him, so he'd been single lately. In his words, "Only my
two concubines (hands) keep me company at night."

"Yi, I really envy you, having such a good family. My parents wanted me to get married early, but I didn't listen, planning to
play around for another two years. But when I started working, I found myself surrounded by married women, and I
couldn't . Let me toast you, wishing you two a long and happy marriage!"

I didn't want to dwell on his sad past, so I quickly changed the subject to work. He was doing quite
well at work, now a sales consultant at a large agricultural products trading company, responsible for
marketing across half the state. His salary was good, and he even asked me to send him my resume so he could recommend me for good positions.

We ate something, drank a couple of beers, and chatted about everything under the sun, having a great time. Looking at my watch, it was
already ten o'clock, and I was about to call it a night when Kai stopped me. Apparently, he had booked a hotel nearby and wasn't planning
to go back tonight; he planned to drive straight back to the company from there tomorrow.

"Yi, let's go to that place? It's been so long, I've been missing it." Kai grinned lewdly at me.

"Where?" I didn't immediately understand.

Kai punched me lightly. "Stop pretending, you little brat! You've been with me a lot, haven't you
? You've forgotten your brothers after getting married!" Seeing I still hadn't grasped the situation, he exclaimed in exasperation,
"Tropical Desert!"

Then I remembered, it really was "Tropical Desert." It was a strip club, located
between City A and City D. Kai had tricked me into going there during my first year here, giving me a taste of American
nightlife . While I didn't hate it, I didn't particularly like it either. After Kai left, I never went again,
and naturally, I was even less likely to go after getting together with Jing. Since Kai had suggested it, I didn't want to spoil his fun, so I readily agreed to
go with him.

American strip clubs come in several types. The most conservative is the swimsuit club, where all the girls
wear bikinis. A slightly more daring one is the topless club, where the girls show their breasts and wear at least
a thong . The most open type of bar is the nude bar, where the girls are completely naked and show you everything. Of course, you
have to pay if you want to touch them. Nude bars are prohibited from selling alcohol, but customers can bring their own, a rather
contradictory rule. Tropical Desert was the closest nude bar nearby, so we bought a dozen
beers at a roadside gas station and went there.

The atmosphere was similar to a regular nightclub: deafening DJ music and colorful rotating
lights that made the whole hall look bizarre. The only difference was the five or six raised platforms in the center. Customers
sat around these platforms while the strippers danced. If you wanted one to dance in front of you, you just folded a few
bills placed them on the platform in front of you, and the girl would interact with you in different poses for a while and take the money.
However, the rules were quite strict: you couldn't touch the girls, otherwise the burly security guards would come over and
talk to you. But if a girl liked you, she would approach you when she wasn't on stage and
take a row of small booths near the entrance to dance for you alone. Generally, 25 dollars can get you seven or eight minutes of dancing. You can touch the girl if she
wants , but sexual intercourse is still illegal. Prostitution is only legal in Nevada;
in other states, it exists but is illegal. Of course, if the girl is willing to leave with you alone, that's a different story.
As long as it's outside the club premises, they'll turn a blind eye.

Watching the girls crawling around on stage displaying their genitals for a few dollars, I wasn't
interested . I tossed in a few dollars and stopped, chatting idly with Kai while drinking. Kai, on the other hand, was very enthusiastic,
constantly tossing money to get girls to come over, and actively cooperating with their movements.

About an hour later, around midnight, a hot
girl in high heels and fluorescent yellow stockings approached us and struck up a conversation.

"Hey, you two handsome guys, interested in having some fun alone?" the girl said seductively, tempting us.

I said I wasn't interested, but Kai was eager, nodding at me and trying to pull the girl away.

"Hehe, baby, don't be in such a hurry. It's not me you're going on a date with, the girl is waiting in the cabin."

Kai hesitated, "How can I go in without even seeing what the girl looks like? How about you? I think you're
my type." He then leered at the girl's chest and thighs.

The girl giggled and deliberately puffed out her chest again. "I'd love to, but I'm not on duty right now,
just helping the boss out. That girl isn't doing the show, she's a special tonight, only fifteen
dollars! And she's a big-breasted, long-legged Asian girl, don't you really want to try?"

Kai scratched his head in a dilemma, and finally made up his mind to say to me, "Yi, I'll just lose fifteen dollars,
I'll go take a look, I might as well throw up my dinner." I jokingly replied that I shouldn't be
crushed by the special girl, and then watched him follow the fluorescent girl into the innermost small room, say
a few words then go inside.

I stared at the small room for a few more seconds. This was strange. Strippers are in a profession that sells their bodies. Customers
are willing to do business with you because they see your face and figure. There are no secrets about special girls. Who knows if the one waiting for you inside
is a Mexican fat woman? I was looking forward to seeing Kai come out with a bitter face, so I could give him a good scolding
.

It took much longer than I expected, almost fifteen minutes, before Kai finally squeezed through the crowd and came back, his lips
drooping and his eyes glazed over. He plopped down next to me.

"What's wrong? Did the Mexican lady shove you in the face? Hahahaha," I
teased Kai.

Kai didn't answer. After a long pause, he took a big gulp of beer and yelled excitedly at me, "Holy crap,
she's fucking amazing! I've never seen such a hot and sexy Asian woman! That slut... she's absolutely gorgeous!"
Kai gave me a thumbs up, seemingly unable to find any other words to describe her.

"Yi, I'll treat you, go have some fun, it's totally worth it!" I tried to refuse, but Kai dragged me
to find , shoving twenty dollars into their hands and telling them to take me inside.
There was no way I could ask for the money back once it was in a stripper's hand, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow her to the small hut. Before leaving, Kai whispered in my ear,
"Just poke her, don't be shy!" and then gave me a shove.

What on earth is going on? Completely bewildered, I walked to the front of the building. The fluorescent girl whispered
a few words , then winked at me and walked away. The burly man gave me a few instructions on the rules: no sexual intercourse, no forcing
the girls to do things they didn't want to do, and then pointed to a frame behind him and asked if I wanted a mask. I was
still a bit hesitant about a completely naked girl dancing so close to me, so I picked up a black blindfold similar to the one Zorro wore and put it on my face.
The blindfold was quite large, covering my nose and eyes. I took a deep breath and, with the mindset of being pranked by Kai, prepared myself to go
inside.

Inside, just like outside, the music was deafening, only the lighting was dimmer, basically relying on colored lights shining
in from and a pink bulb from the ceiling. The room was very small, probably only three or four square meters. Besides a stool,
there was only enough space for three other people to stand. Basically, the dancers would bump into the customers with every move they made. There was indeed
a , facing the wall, her arms outstretched at shoulder height, her hair in a simple ponytail,
a silver necklace around her neck, her buttocks swaying slightly to the rhythm of the music, her legs encased in shimmering
stockings that sparkled with the changing lights, and silver
high heels , making her already long and shapely legs even more alluring. The girl wore a
bird feather mask, the kind used at cocktail parties, covering her eyes. When she saw me enter, she merely glanced at me before turning her head away, without inviting me to sit down.
Feeling a little awkward, I sat down myself, arms crossed, waiting for the time to end.

As if knowing I had sat down, the girl's movements became more pronounced; she tensed her legs, pressed her shoulders down, and brought her buttocks closer to
me, gently swaying them in front of me. I felt a strange familiarity with that bare buttocks, but then I scoffed at myself—how
could I possibly have seen a stripper's buttocks before? Had I gone mad from watching naked girls tonight? A beam of white light swept across the room, brightening it slightly. I then
noticed a long red rope
hanging swinging gently in rhythm with her movements.

"Could she be intentionally making me pull that red rope?" I hesitated for a moment, then boldly tugged at
the rope. I vaguely saw something being pulled out of her vagina. The girl's buttocks visibly trembled, and she
deliberately moved closer to me, as if she wanted something from me. The thing was fully pulled out—a
transparent female vibrator, quite thick and of average length, seemingly deliberately inserted entirely into her vagina for a customer's amusement
.

Looking at it under the light, the transparent plastic rod was covered in sticky, lustful fluid. Her vagina, now free of the vibrator's blockage, was
wide open before me, her engorged vulva unfolding like a butterfly's bright red wings, lustful fluid
flowing out like a stream. I finally understood what Kai meant earlier. A surge of sadistic pleasure suddenly
rushed into my genitals, and I instantly became erect. "Just poke it," I said, forcefully shoving the vibrator back into the girl
's cunt. I thrust into her vagina with all my might, to the rhythm of the music. Her moans were loud, almost
matching the music, and her buttocks pounded into me wildly. Because the vibrator wasn't long,
several times her cunt enveloped my fingers, but I didn't care, just kept thrusting.

"I'll fuck you to death! You slutty bitch!" I yelled in English. The pleasure
washed away the depression that had settled in my body these past few days. The girl heard my yell, paused slightly, then resumed
her rhythm, frantically working the vibrator in my hand with her cunt. Her juices flowed down my hand. As the girl
writhed wildly, I made a new discovery. The necklace around her neck wasn't a necklace at all; it was a dog leash.
A thin metal chain had been flung behind her back by her frantic swinging, and I only noticed it then.

The pleasure reached its peak; I was almost losing my mind. I forcefully shoved the vibrator
into , even pushing it in with my finger. The girl shuddered with pleasure, almost collapsing to the ground. I
wiped my semen on her stockings, then grabbed the dog leash and pulled her head up to my crotch, pressing it tightly against my erect
penis. "Bitch, lick me!" I yelled in English. After yelling, I regretted it a little.
The position was rough; if the girl didn't comply and I called security, I'd be thrown out. The girl twisted her head and struggled
for a moment, then surprisingly yielded to my will, sucking my penis through my pants, one hand reaching down into
the darkness , seemingly masturbating while caressing her own vulva. It felt good; I enjoyed the girl's oral sex through my pants. Her
reaction grew increasingly intense, her almost frantic sucking of my penis making me feel like I was about to ejaculate. I
comfortably reached out and held the back of her head, trying to intensify the pleasure.

The moment I touched the back of her head, my whole body froze. That familiar feeling—it was
the feeling of touching Jing's head. After sex, I used to like running my hands through her hair, close to her scalp; this
familiar feeling couldn't be wrong. Could it be Jing? How could it be? I trembled as I stared at
the slut kneeling before me, frantically venting her insatiable lust. It was hard to reconcile her with my wife; the lighting was too dim, I
couldn't see clearly at all. I had to try, no matter what. I knew Jing had a scar on her buttocks, a scrape from when she bumped into a doorknob while doing
housework . It wasn't visible, but it was much harder than other areas;
I could feel it even with my eyes closed. My hand trembled as I reached out. Her position made it easy to touch her
buttocks , but the air seemed to suddenly turn into sticky glue, hindering my movement. Finally
, I touched it. The girl didn't seem to care at all, still sucking my penis, but I recoiled as if I'd touched a branding iron.
I touched that hardened skin, a piece the size of a penny, and it really seemed to be Jing. The girl remained kneeling between
my legs, continuing her actions. The noise outside continued, but I felt like I was dying, as if
everything around me was drifting away. Yet, the pleasure from my groin grew more real, as intense as a volcanic eruption.
I couldn't believe it! I couldn't believe Jing would do such a thing! I needed to see her face to confirm. Just as I was about to grab her
hair, the security guard came in and said it was time to leave, then grabbed me and shoved me out without a word. I
stared blankly at the small room for a while before turning around and walking back to my seat like a lost soul under the security guard's gaze.

"How was it? Was it fun?" Kai said excitedly, his arm around my shoulder.

"Hey, hey, hey, you pervert, stop looking. You're a married man, one time is enough
!" Kai noticed I was still staring but completely misunderstood what I meant.

"She...she...she..." I stammered, unable to get the rest out.

"She what? You're bewitched by this girl, aren't you? Hey, hey, tell me, did she give you a blowjob?"
Kai waved his arms excitedly, "Holy shit, I couldn't take it after touching her pussy a few times, she's so fucking slutty, I
took off my pants and she even licked me, her oral skills are top-notch! Holy shit! If there wasn't a security guard outside, I would have fucked her right
then and ..."

I couldn't hear what Kai was saying anymore, staring intently at the small room. Was that really Jing? How could
it be? Why would Jing come here to be a stripper? I comforted myself, it couldn't be. But reality hit me
hard.

A tall man in a white suit and a white cowboy hat walked straight to the door of the small shack
, said something to the security guard, who nodded and left. The cowboy man turned and went inside. A moment later, he came out
with a dog on a leash, dragging the girl, still wearing a mask, towards the staff area. The girl, still dressed the same,
suddenly exposed to everyone, seemed a little shy, covering her chest with one hand and her lower body with the other. The red rope was still tucked between her legs
, swaying with her steps like a tail. Onlookers whistled at her. She
lowered her head took a few quick steps, and stayed close to the cowboy man. The cowboy man seemed to deliberately slow his pace, exposing the girl
to the lewd stares of the men around him. The two slowly walked through the crowd and disappeared into the staff entrance. The man
's figure looked exactly like Spencer, while the woman's movements were clearly still!

I jumped up and shouted "Going to the toilet!" to Kai, not caring whether he heard me or not, and ran towards the
door . The security guard at the employee entrance naturally wouldn't let me through, so I turned around and ran out of the strip club through the main entrance,
sprinting around the building to its back entrance. There was an open area for employees to rest at the back entrance, where three off-duty
dancers were smoking and chatting under a streetlamp. I hid behind a car and watched the back entrance for a while; occasionally someone would come out, but
the cowboy and the woman with the dog leash weren't there. Just as I was about to leave in disappointment, I noticed a detail. The three
smoking dancers often looked together into the depths of the parking lot, then huddled together saying something followed by loud, wanton
laughter. Could it be? I had a bad feeling. But I still used the cars as cover and walked in that direction;
I just wanted to confirm that it wasn't Jing.

The parking lot was larger than I expected, and there weren't many people inside. The faint moaning sound was coming from behind a
slightly shaking SUV. I walked around to the side, about three cars away, and stared intently at this
blood-pumping scene.

Both women were in the shadows of the cars, but I could barely make out their movements. The woman with the dog leash had one leg straight and extended
outside the car, while the other was bent and placed inside the passenger seat. Her hands gripped the edge of the roof, her head buried between them
, and her buttocks were arched upwards to facilitate penetration by the cowboy in the back. Her moans seemed trapped
in her throat, only muffled hissing sounds escaping her lips. The cowboy's pants were pulled down to his ankles; he was only wearing a shirt and
a hood his hands on the woman's buttocks as he thrust into her, seemingly muttering something under his breath. The woman's stockings
were translucent and seemed to be soaked with sweat, clinging to her legs and reflecting a shimmering light. The woman moved her body passionately
to meet the man's thrusts, more actively seeking pleasure than cooperating. She had been aroused by
the numerous , but had never achieved orgasm. Now,
like a frolicking mare, she thirstily craved the manipulation of a penis. While the man was having sex with her, his hands began to grope her inappropriately
, removing her hair tie and mask and tossing them aside.

The more I looked, the more convinced I was of Jing; the probability of it being Jing had skyrocketed to 80%, but
deep down I refused to accept it. I clung to that 20% hope that the woman would turn around and
show .

The man tried to change positions, grabbing the woman's neck and pulling her back to free her hands from the car, then
pulling her tightly into his arms, and thrusting into her from behind while standing. This feeling of helplessness perhaps intensified
the woman 's arousal; she gasped and began to moan wantonly, I even wondered if the three
dancers waiting to smoke in the distance could hear her. As the woman opened her mouth, a cylindrical object fell to the ground and rolled into the light—it was...
A vibrator tied with a red string—the woman had been sucking on it the whole time; no wonder she couldn't make a sound. Because of
the significant height difference, even ten-centimeter heels were useless. Luckily, the man's strong arms were holding her
from behind , and his enormous penis was thrusting upwards, sometimes even lifting
her feet off the ground briefly with each powerful thrust. The woman, enjoying the pleasure, stretched out her arms
seductively, wrapping them around the man's neck. Her full breasts bounced rhythmically with her moans, and her delicate hands knocked the man's hat off his head
.

The man's face was now exposed to the light—it really was Spencer! So, that woman…

even without seeing her face, the possibility was now 100%. "Damn it, are you trying to
turn my wife into a whore for thousands to touch and ride!" I cursed inwardly, then suddenly a thought struck me—that was
Spencer's goal. Presumably, although Jing had always been physically promiscuous, she had always been psychologically resistant. With May
approaching , Spencer, not wanting to let this beautiful woman slip away, decided to use this method to destroy Jing's self-esteem and turn her
into his sex slave. At least this time he succeeded. Who knows how many times this has happened? If this continues, it
's only a matter of time before Jing becomes his sex slave at his mercy.

Stephanie, it seems I can't wait for your plan to be implemented. I can't watch my beloved wife fall
into such depravity. I quietly picked up a convenient stone from the barrier behind me, intending to sneak over and give Spencer a whack on the back of the head
to knock him down first. At that moment, Spencer suddenly leaned back, lifting
the woman . Her two stockinged legs weakly kicked wildly in the air,
doing nothing but kicking off one shoe.

"Don't... Oh... Oh... Ahhhhhh..." The woman was about to say something when Spencer
tightened his arms around her, pressing her down hard. His penis was her only support, and all her strength was
concentrated there. It felt as if his entire thick penis had plunged into her stretched and deformed vagina. Her moans
were a mixture of pain and pleasure, like ice and fire going hand in hand. This was too intense. The woman trembled in mid-air as she climaxed.
Her legs were tightly pressed together, stiff for a moment, then suddenly went limp, and her lower body
gushed out a large amount of fluid as if a valve had been opened. She had peed herself from the pleasure of her orgasm.

"Hahahaha, you're a real slut now, you've even peed on my shoes," Spencer
laughed excitedly.

"Quick... Put me down... Ah..." It was Jing's voice, "You're pressing so hard. So...
uncomfortable ... Oh... Quick..."

Fuck you! Now Spencer's back was to me, completely unprepared. I could easily
rush over from three cars away and catch him off guard. I stood up, ready to charge forward, but was suddenly
struck and crouched back down.

There was someone lying between the two cars in front of me! If I hadn't stood up, I wouldn't have
noticed. And I could clearly see the person's profile—it was Kai! When did he get here? I
hadn't noticed at all. Kai was staring intently at Jing, who was experiencing multiple orgasms, her mouth slightly open, drool practically dripping from her lips
.

I panicked completely. I couldn't possibly take Spencer down in front of my brother, could I? Kai knew nothing;
he had no idea that the person being brutally fucked was his brother's wife.

While I was in a panic, Spencer put Jing down, pulled her to the trunk of the SUV, opened the hatch,
pushed Jing inside, and then began to thrust face-to-face onto her. From my position, I could only
see their legs. At first, Jing's model-like, long, shapely legs were weakly
spread apart by Spencer, but with his thrusting, her beautiful feet trembled rhythmically. However, as Spencer
vigorously manipulated her, Jing recovered and began moaning again, her legs wrapping around Spencer's
waist without any support. Spencer released his hands and reached inside, and Jing's voice became even higher-pitched. Meanwhile,
Kai was masturbating in front of the two making love, his movements quite enthusiastic.

To be honest, I got hard too. I really hated myself; I was so damn useless, watching my wife being
played with and never actually doing anything. Now my good brother Kai was spying on me, and I was too afraid
to do anything, too hesitant to act. If I had stopped them in front of Xiaobai the first time,
would none of this have happened?

Just as I was burning with guilt over my inaction, Spencer and Jing intensified their movements, both
reaching climax simultaneously with high-pitched roars. Spencer lay on top of Jing for a while before releasing her legs and standing up.
He walked out with a satisfied expression to pick up his pants and shoes, which he had kicked off. He glanced at his semi-erect penis, then turned back
to Jing and called out, "Little bitch, come here!" Jing hesitated for a moment before lazily getting up, leaning on the car,
covering her vulva, and walking over, her face showing exhaustion and satisfaction from being aroused.

Spencer pointed to his penis at Jing and laughed, "Do what you're supposed to do."

Jing didn't hesitate at all, only glancing up at him shyly before
slowly , finally kneeling before Spencer like a submissive AV actress. Without hesitation, she
cupped his penis in her hands and, like kissing her lover, began to kiss and lick it, cleaning the fluid from the
glans . Although I had seen Jing have sex with others a few times, I had never seen her so alluring and without any
disgust; she was practically a sex slave. My heart sank, and my palms began to sweat. What should I do?
Then, an even more shocking scene unfolded. After licking the penis, Jing, leaning on the car, walked towards the trunk, seemingly wanting to rest
. She paused briefly, touching her still-erect vagina with her hand, before continuing to move forward.
However, as soon as she lifted her leg, a large amount of white fluid gushed from her vagina, flowing down her inner thighs,
some even dripping onto the floor. Jing, completely unaware, moved to the trunk, let out a soft moan, and lay down inside,
motionless. Only her stockinged feet were visible outside. Seeing my beloved wife completely oblivious to the fact that she had been penetrated
, my heart churned, and a wave of bitterness washed over me. At the same time, a tingling, itchy pleasure surged through my erect penis
. Unable to bear the strange sensation, I unzipped it and released it, masturbating heavily
a few times before ejaculating onto the car wheel beside me. Watching my wife being used as a sex slave, I actually felt pleasure!

After ejaculating, I regained my senses, feeling deeply ashamed as I straightened my clothes and looked around, wondering
how this would end. Spencer, satisfied, finished dressing and took out his phone to make a call.

"Big K, come to my car...yes...take her back..."

Within two minutes, a burly man ran over, seemingly the security guard who had been standing at the entrance of the quiet hut. Spencer
lifted the limp Jing and pushed her into the man's arms. "Take her back to that hut to entertain customers. I
'll come back for her in two and a half hours. Thanks to Clark for me. Oh, and by the way, give all the money for the
customers
to Clark." The man nodded, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, his large hand rested on one of Jing's breasts. Jing, limp in his arms, offered no resistance. Spencer likely knew the club's owner, which was why he had been given the opportunity to "train
" Jing.

Big K watched Spencer drive away before looking down lecherously at the limp Jing in his arms,
his hands kneading her breasts. Jing moaned softly, and surprisingly, her hands cooperated, covering her breasts with the large, groping
hands kneading them. "What a slut! If it weren't for the boss's orders, I'd fucking fuck you right now."
He muttered to himself, grabbing her breast hard with some dissatisfaction, causing Jing to wince in pain.
Then he picked her up and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, Kai suddenly stood up. "Wait...wait a minute..." his voice trembled. What was he
going to do?

Big K was startled, not expecting anyone else to be there. "Who are you!" he roared, relaxing when he
saw that it was an Asian man much thinner than himself.

"Let's talk in private, just one minute!" Kai waved a 20-dollar bill in his hand.

Big K was stunned for a moment, "Damn it!" he muttered. But he still let go of Jing and walked over. Jing was
able to stand on her own now, standing there somewhat helplessly with her back turned, not wanting the newcomer to see her face, her hands
darting back and forth, unsure of which part of her body to cover.

Seeing Big K approach, Kai grinned contentedly and shoved the bills into his hand, his voice regaining some
confidence. "Let me have some fun!" he said bluntly. Damn it! Kai, you bastard, that's my wife!
But then I thought, Kai doesn't even know Jing; in his eyes, she's just a beautiful roadside prostitute.

"So many people have had their way with her, what's wrong with letting a brother have a taste?" a voice echoed in my head, and I
shuddered, quickly dismissing the wicked thought. But strangely, I felt no anger at
what ; instead, I felt a sense of anticipation.

"I don't want to lose my job..." Big K refused, turning to leave. "Another fifty!" Big K
turned , licking his lips, but still resisting with restraint. "Hey, listen to me, buddy..." "Another hundred!
Okay, bro, she's just a whore."

The money worked, and Big K contentedly pocketed the $190. "Fifteen minutes!" "Hey, that's
too short. Half an hour!" Kai argued.

"Fifteen minutes, start the timer now!" Big K glanced at his watch. "You can't leave my
sight ."

Kai wanted to say something, but held back, quickly pulling Jing to
the back .

"I'm not a prostitute..." Jing protested, her voice trembling with tears.

"I saw everything, stop pretending. Let's hurry, you'll get your share!" Kai replied.

"No... Ouch..." Jing screamed and began to moan unrestrainedly.

Jing's so-called resistance was negligible; tonight, she was completely driven by her lower instincts. Kai's movements
were swift; time was money. He started thrusting without any foreplay. Jing's vagina was probably
very lubricated, requiring no foreplay at all. In less than five minutes, Kai's voice deflated like a punctured balloon.
"Fuck you, you slut, your cunt really knows how to suck, am I fucking you or are you fucking me?" Jing
just hummed softly, not answering. Kai paused for a minute or two before muttering to himself, "Thank goodness I
brought two condoms. Two hundred dollars for such a gem isn't a bad deal." Soon after, Jing's moans
grew louder again. Da K simply leaned against the hood of the car, smoking, keeping watch for the two having sex behind them. Kai
lasted longer the second time, going at it for another ten minutes before ejaculating. Da K didn't mind that he'd gone over time. Kai, feeling
he'd ejaculated the second time, pulled up his pants and got out, leaving Jing panting behind the car.

"Great! Thanks, bro!" he said, handing Da K another twenty dollars as a tip.

"You're welcome. Hurry up and go before anyone sees you!" Da K happily accepted the tip; he'd made
quite a bit tonight. Kai thanked him and jogged away.

Da K, smoking and patting his butt, pulled Jing out of the car and dragged her towards the club. Jing walked
slowly , her legs spread wide, seemingly sore from being fucked. The stocking on her left leg had been pulled down to her knee, covered in semen
stains, though it was unclear whose. Her sweat-dampened hair was disheveled and draped over her back, adding to her lewd
appearance. Her breasts, red and swollen from being pinched, trembled with every step, but she seemed oblivious, as if she had lost her soul. She didn't
notice the roll of banknotes tucked into the cuff of her right stocking, probably a tip from Kai.

"Get up!" I told myself. "Get the hell up, go save your wife!" Whether my legs were numb from sitting
or I simply didn't want to get up, my body completely disobeyed my commands. I just watched them walk away through the gap in the car.
Big K, annoyed that Jing was walking too slowly, easily scooped her up in a princess carry and strode towards the back door of the club
until she disappeared into the gap.

I don't know how long I sat there, but then my phone vibrated in my pants. It was Kai. He asked where I was. I explained that
I couldn't find him and had gone home, a flimsy excuse, since I wouldn't have left
without . Kai didn't delve into it, but excitedly told me what he had just done. Of course I knew; I witnessed
the whole thing. Sensing my distress, he told me to get some rest and contact him again later, then ended the call.

I didn't want to go back to the club, so I quickly left. I parked my car downstairs at the apartment building and slept in it. I woke up freezing at six
the next morning. Going upstairs, I found Jing hadn't returned, and a sense of anxiety washed over me. I
knew where she was and what she was doing. Around seven, Jing called. She asked
where I was, and I casually said I'd spent the night at the hotel where Kai was staying. Jing actually offered to say she'd just finished packing and was about to
leave for work. She was lying to me. How many times had she lied like this? I suppressed the urge to call her a bitch
and finished the call, then threw the phone down on the floor beside me. I couldn't wait any longer; I had to take action!

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