Prosperity is like a dream

"In the cold rain and wind, so much splendor is but a dream, once vibrant and colorful, now blown away by the wind. Looking back suddenly, love is like smoke and clouds, youth flows by like water, leaving no trace..." Xiao Meng stood at the entrance of the presidential suite of the Mist Flower Nightclub, holding a tray. He was carrying a Hennessy XO ordered by a customer, but he didn't go in. Instead, he stood at the door, quietly listening to the faint singing coming from inside. The singer was a woman, her voice both beautiful and melancholic. He had never heard such a beautiful voice before, not only melodious but also deeply moving.

"...I see flowers in the water, desperately trying to hold onto a touch of red, but alas, tossed and turned by the dust of the world, they have lost their former color..." At this point in the song, Xiao Meng seemed to hear the singer's soft sigh.

"...I see myself in tears, powerless to hold onto anything, only in a hazy, drunken state, still some old dreams..." The singing was melodious and lingering, like a lament, making Xiao Meng's eyes sting. He couldn't help but wonder, who could sing "Flowers in the Water" with such poignant emotion, every word so full of feeling? In his memory, while the top singers at the Mist Flower Nightclub were good, their voices were merely at a karaoke level. The sound coming from this room was definitely several levels louder than any Sandy Lam concert he'd ever attended. The manager had just asked him to bring drinks, instructing him that the guest in this room was being personally accompanied by their boss, and that he must be careful and alert. This only fueled his curiosity. What kind of guest needed Brother Jun's personal accompaniment, and who sang so beautifully? Such a beautiful voice—the singer must be a radiant, gentle, and delicate beauty, right?

As his thoughts raced and wandered, the song rose higher—"...These falling petals have already faded, past affections are long gone. This flowing water rushes by, who can hold it back even for a moment?" Hearing this, Xiao Meng couldn't help but think of his own past, his memories of youth. His heart was stirred, his emotions stirred. While he was still immersed in the poignant sigh, the song took a sudden turn, lingering softly, each word touching his heartstrings:

"...lamenting the fallen flowers, with nowhere to rest in this mortal world. Silent amidst the rain and wind, as if it were me..." At this moment, Xiao Meng, a grown man, could no longer suppress his emotions, tears streaming down his face. He forgot he had come to deliver drinks, forgot he was just a nightclub employee. He just wanted to collapse into the arms of the singing woman, to be gently comforted, to be held softly… The singer seemed to know he was eavesdropping outside the door, and continued to hum incessantly in his ear, “…la la…la la la…la la…la la…la la la la…” Outside the door, Xiao Meng couldn’t help but sing along to her melody: “In the cold rain and wind, how much prosperity is like a dream, once vibrant and colorful, blown away by the wind…” Suddenly, the impatient voice of the supervisor came from the walkie-talkie on his waist: “Xiao Meng, you son of a bitch! Why hasn’t the wine been delivered yet?! Brother Jun is waiting!” Xiao Meng then snapped out of his reverie. He quickly wiped away his tears and gently pushed open the half-closed door of the private room.

The dim light in the room exuded an ambiguous and lustful atmosphere. The large space was filled with the smells of smoke, alcohol, women’s perfume, and men’s body odor. On the large screen, a red flower was withering in the wind and rain.

Four or five couples sat on a row of sofas opposite the large screen. Their faces were hidden behind the smoke and could not be seen clearly. The light from the rotating spherical lamps flashed, occasionally illuminating the figures in the smoke. Those curvaceous bodies reflected a fleshy white light—the girls, all of them completely naked.

In the bizarre light, Xiao Meng spotted the singer at a glance, and he felt his heart stop beating instantly. How could this girl be so beautiful?! Unlike the others, she wasn't sitting on the sofa, but kneeling on the huge marble coffee table. What surprised him even more was that she was also completely naked! Like a white jade statue, she held the microphone and knelt there quietly. Her breasts were high and her waist was slender. Her skin was as white as snow, radiating a soft glow that added a touch of warmth to the dimly lit room. The smoke did not obscure her beauty and charm; instead, it enveloped her in a halo, making her look like a goddess—beautiful, elegant, and mysterious.

For Xiao Meng, seeing naked women in nightclub private rooms was nothing new. Years of working in nightclubs had honed his skills. No matter how beautiful the woman was, she wouldn't react. But the first time he saw this girl kneeling on the coffee table, a sensual power emanated from her body, an extreme beauty that instantly shattered his resistance. His genitals hardened instantly!

His gaze lingered on her body. As he drew closer, he could see her stunning beauty more clearly. He had frequented many high-end nightclubs and seen countless beautiful women, but he had never seen a woman like this singer: her beauty was both pure and sexy; her face was perfect, her nose delicate and straight, her small, cherry-like lips alluring. She knelt there quietly, so fragile that a gust of wind could knock her over. He involuntarily held his breath, afraid that a heavy breath would startle her. He longed to see her eyes, but her eyelids were lowered, revealing only long, delicate eyelashes.

Passing by her, he felt as if enveloped in a faint fragrance of orchids. He dared not stare at her closely, a quick glance from the corner of his eye was enough to see the tears clinging to her eyelashes.

She wore a red choker with a gleaming steel chain around her neck. Seeing this beauty treated like a dog, his heart felt like it was being slashed by a knife, his hands involuntarily tightening around the tray.

At this moment, if this woman asked him to give his life, he would do it without hesitation.

The other end of the chain was held in a man's hand, slightly overweight and balding. Xiao Meng recognized him; he was the chairman of this nightclub, his big boss, Yu Zhujun. Known in the underworld as "Gazi."

Yu Zhujun's shirt was completely unbuttoned, revealing a muscular physique. A seductive, naked girl leaned on his shoulder, giggling at Xiao Meng. He recognized her as Feifei, the top hostess from Mist Flower, whom Gazi had poached from Shanghai's Xintiandi for a hefty sum. Only when he reached Gaga did he notice that Yu Zhujun was only wearing briefs. His groin was bulging, clearly erect. Xiao Meng called out softly, "President Yu." Yu Zhujun waved, signaling him to pour wine. Turning to the man on his left, he asked, "Secretary Zhang, wasn't the singing good?" The man surnamed Zhang had been staring wide-eyed at the singing girl's back. Hearing Gaga's question, he snapped out of his daze, swallowed hard, and coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment. He clapped his hands twice: "Hmm, great! Absolutely singer-level! You can't find such a good voice even in Beijing." Yu Zhujun's lips curled into a sinister smile: "Secretary Zhang, this girl is not only beautiful and has a sweet voice, but she's also sexy and tender! Her pussy moves, hahaha!" Xiao Meng clearly heard Secretary Zhang's throat make a gulping sound. The man sitting to Secretary Zhang's left took the wine Xiao Meng handed him and chimed in: "President Yu, you're really something! This girl is fucking seductive, where did you find such a beautiful girl?" Yu Zhujun raised his wine glass to the left and right, took a sip, and then continued the man's words: "Director Wu, well... guess." "Hmm... a girl from Beijing's Heaven on Earth?" Secretary Zhang, who came from Beijing, shook his head, "Much higher class!" At the same time, he looked questioningly to his right.

The man sitting to Yu Zhujun's right frowned. "This young lady's demeanor and figure don't seem like she's a prostitute." Yu Zhujun nodded. "Director Lü has a good eye. You can tell what she does?" "Model?" Director Lü asked tentatively. "Actress?" He shook his head, denying it himself. "Damn, actresses these days are all so promiscuous, they'll practically sit on your lap, you can't even push them away. This young lady is still fucking shy, she probably isn't." The man to Director Lü's right touched the breasts of the woman in his arms. He laughed loudly, "Director Lü, didn't Bingbing sit on your lap?" Director Lü smiled smugly, "Of course. Which actress from Qingdao hasn't sat on my lap?

But don't be fooled by all the people who are infatuated with her. Her figure, her looks, and her voice—how can they compare to this Ye Lan?" Fei Fei giggled and said to Director Lü, "Godfather, you're not talking about that Fan Bingbing, are you?" "If not her, then who is she? Now that she's famous, everyone calls her 'Master.' When she sat on your lap, Godfather, she wasn't 'Master' yet."

"Haha." The man to Director Lü's right chimed in, "Heh heh, did you steal someone's wife?" "Secretary-General Huang, look at this young lady's delicate skin, so tender, she's practically dripping wet. What young woman can be so radiant?" Director Wu, following Yu Zhujun's lead, teased Secretary-General Huang, "Old Huang, you're mistaken. Look at that waist, so slender. And look at those breasts, big and perky. And that little butt, so narrow and perky. Don't you know what a young woman who gets fucked by men every day looks like? Even the youngest young woman has a bulging belly, a thick waist, and sagging breasts." All the men and women burst into laughter.

Xiao Meng, who was cleaning up the trash, glanced at the singer kneeling there. She remained kneeling quietly, motionless. But the observant Xiao Meng noticed something different—her cheeks were flushed with shame and indignation, like rouge, a vibrant, luscious red.

The woman who had been clinging to Secretary Zhang asked, "President Yu, this young lady seems rather scholarly. Look, her face is red again. She was so hesitant when she was taking off her clothes. Is she a college student, being so shy when she comes to the escort service?" Xiao Meng was also wondering: what exactly did this unusual woman do?

Finally, "Secretary Zhang" spoke up: "Old Yu, stop beating around the bush. These guys are getting impatient." Everyone chuckled knowingly.

Yu Zhujun smiled, as if he were hiding a major secret. He shook the steel chain in his hand:

"Tell everyone, what do you do?" Xiao Meng had already finished cleaning up the trash and was about to get up and leave. Hearing his boss's words, he deliberately slowed his movements.

The room fell silent instantly; everyone's eyes, except for Xiao Meng's, were fixed on Ye Lan. Her lips moved slightly, and she managed to utter, with great difficulty,

"I...I am...a sex slave...Brother Jun's sex slave." Everyone laughed. Yu Zhujun, however, did not laugh. He forcefully shook the steel chain in his hand.

The chain danced like a venomous snake, landing heavily on the girl's back with a sharp crack.

This blow also struck Xiao Meng's heart.

Everyone sitting on the sofa clearly saw a bloody welt on the girl's smooth, beautiful back.

"Say it! What's your name?! Who is your husband?!" "...My name is Ye Lan. My husband...my husband is Nie Yan..." Instantly, the room fell silent. Xiao Meng sighed softly and backed away, closing the door of the private room tightly.

He couldn't bear to hear any sound coming from inside.

After a long while, Secretary Huang broke the silence: "Old Yu..." He thought for a moment, then continued, "I know Nie Yanbin's wife is dead. And this one is?" "Hehehe..." Yu Jianjun let out a chilling laugh. "Everyone thinks Nie Yanbin is a big shot, not interested in women. You didn't know he had this concubine, did you?" Everyone lewdly chuckled. "Really didn't know." "Of course, do you know how Nie Yanbin's wife died?" Director Wu continued, "Wasn't she in a car accident?" "Old Wu, you're too easily swayed by rumors. His wife, Xin Ping, was having an affair with that taxi driver. I helped him kill the adulterers." Everyone's attention was focused on Yu Jianjun; no one noticed Ye Lan kneeling on the coffee table, her body trembling violently, as if a great storm was brewing within her.

The people in the private room exchanged bewildered glances; this news was too bombshell. The Nie Yanbin and Yu Jianjun factions had been locked in a power struggle in Qingdao for many years. The city government, however, hoped for peace between the two sides. Despite years of crackdowns on prostitution and organized crime in Qingdao, and numerous changes in police chiefs, the two factions only grew stronger.

They were all Yu Jianjun's cronies within the government. They'd rarely seen Yu Jianjun directly provoke Nie Yanbin before; what was going on today? Yu Jianjun had not only killed Nie Yanbin's legal wife but also kidnapped his concubine, making her his sex slave. Were the two factions about to go to war? Although they were all in the same boat, the thought of Nie Yanbin's power made them all uneasy.

Yu Jianjun didn't continue. He toasted everyone again, put down his glass, and walked to Ye Lan's side. He pulled down his underwear: "Come on, lick it!" Ye Lan hesitated slightly, then opened her cherry-like mouth and took his erect penis into her mouth.

Director Lü, sitting to the side, was a cultured man who had always been in charge of cultural matters. He had a certain intellectual air about him. He looked at Ye Lan's mouth with some regret. That full, alluring little mouth had just sung such a moving song, one that had broken his heart. Now he's putting that stinky cock of Boss Yu in his mouth. Seriously, it's like burning a zither to cook a crane.

Yu Jianjun seemed to know what he was thinking. He symbolically swished his cock around in Ye Lan's mouth once, then pulled it out. He just wanted everyone to see that he wasn't afraid of Nie Yanbin! Didn't Nie Yanbin's wife come here to be his sex slave? His purpose today was to get Nie Yanbin's wife to play with everyone. Firstly, to bribe the officials, especially Secretary Zhang, his backer in Beijing, whom he had to treat well. Secondly, to get everyone on board, so that when the two sides turned against each other, they wouldn't betray him.

He patted Ye Lan's bare back: "Lan Nu." Hearing him call her that, Ye Lan's body trembled. As if hypnotized, a blush spread across her face. He gestured to the people on the sofa:

"These are my VIPs. You'd better entertain them well tonight. Otherwise... humph!" Ye Lan lowered her head: "Yes, Lan Nu understands." "Come on, let everyone see how wanton you are." Saying that, he picked up an electric dildo from the coffee table and inserted it! All the men's eyes were fixed on her. Although Nie Yanbin's name stirred up a storm in their hearts, it was quickly overshadowed by the appearance of the peerless beauty in front of them. Every move she made, every tear she shed, every frown, was full of charm and captivating.

Ye Lan held the dildo in her hand, looking at it again and again. She slowly sat down and inserted the thick rubber rod into her lower body.

"Wait a minute!" Director Lü stood up and took a step forward, "Wait a minute. Turn around and face us to insert it!" The men burst into another round of lewd laughter.

Feifei jumped up knowingly, "Godfather, should we turn on all the lights?" "Yes, yes, and preferably spotlights!" The presidential suite at the Mist Flower Nightclub was known as having the best equipment in the city; no other nightclub dared to claim second place. This huge suite had professional stage lighting and sound equipment. Bright lights fell from all angles, illuminating the woman on the coffee table. She had already turned her body towards the sofa as instructed by Director Lü. At

the beginning of the evening, she had been brought out of the dim light by Yu Jianjun and made to undress. The men had focused more on her silhouette, face, breasts, waist, long legs... Now, with all the spotlights shining on her, every detail of her was presented to them without reservation, almost suffocating them—the woman under the lights had skin as white as snow, reflecting a dazzling light. Two bright red nipples, like those of a virgin. Her waist was incredibly slender, and a small navel was perfectly placed in the center of her abdomen. She sat on the platform, her two jade-like legs crossed, concealing her sacred place. She faced them, head bowed.

Her long, flowing hair cascaded down, gently draping over her breasts. The enormous, flesh-colored dildo she held in her hands looked particularly ugly.

So beautiful! Everyone was stunned by this stunning beauty. The only sound in the room was the men's heavy breathing.

"Hurry up!" Director Wu, impatient, finally spoke up.

Ye Lan bit her lower lip, revealing her pearly white teeth. She slowly opened her legs to the men, revealing a tuft of soft pubic hair between her thighs. But she didn't stop, continuing to spread her legs as wide as possible. Her narrow, delicate vulva was visible. A beam of light shone from directly in front of her, reflecting a pinkish glow.

"Wow!" A gasp of astonishment rippled through the room.

Even the usually composed Secretary Zhang couldn't help but exclaim, "Old Yu, why does this one look like a virgin who hasn't been deflowered yet?" Yu Jianjun smiled obsequiously, "You've come to Qingdao, how could I not prepare the best for you? How about it, top-notch, right?" "Top-notch, top-notch..." Secretary Zhang muttered to himself.

The beautiful woman on the coffee table stuck out her tongue, carefully licking the lifeless dildo. The men's mouths gaped open; each of them wished she was licking their own genitals.

When her glistening saliva covered the egg-shaped glans, Ye Lan moved the dildo between her legs, moving it up and down between her labia while twisting her graceful body—throughout the entire process, her lowered face was filled with shame. But the movements themselves possessed an indescribable sexiness and elegance, without the slightest awkwardness, as if she had practiced countless times. Those around could see that in just a few seconds, she had entered the state. Her emotions were completely immersed in this dance of lust. Soon, a clear liquid seeped from between her pink labia, flowing like a stream onto the table. Her breathing gradually quickened, and the blush on her cheeks began to spread to her neck.

All the men craned their necks, staring blankly like a flock of ducks. They had seen countless women undress and pose provocatively before them, but they had never seen a woman who could masturbate so naturally and gracefully.

"Hurry up and put it in!" It was Yu Jianjun's voice.

"Yes..." Ye Lan responded softly, then turned the dildo around without hesitation, pressing the glans against her vulva.

Secretary Zhang looked at the dildo and felt a strange pang of heartache. As an expert, he recognized it as an American-made one, specifically designed to train tall, strong foreign women. The diameter of the dildo was thicker than a child's arm, and its length was as long as his forearm, not to mention the enormous glans. He'd been with Russian and European women before; their wide pelvises and large buttocks meant this oversized penis could barely fit. But the woman before him, though tall, had a surprisingly delicate pelvis, and her pink vulva was the narrowest he'd ever seen—damn! Could this cock even fit?

Actually, he wasn't the only one thinking this. Besides Yu Jianjun, the men and women around them were also staring wide-eyed. They watched as the unbelievably large rubber rod effortlessly parted Ye Lan's pink labia and slowly entered her vagina. The moment the artificial penis entered her, a soft moan escaped her cherry lips:

"Oh…" This soft sigh almost made every man's blood vessels burst.

The enormous rubber rod squeezed into the narrow, lubricated vagina, expelling all the fluids with a blush-inducing gurgling sound. This was accompanied by Ye Lan's low moans. As the penis penetrated deeper, her body seemed to soften, her movements becoming increasingly seductive, as if boneless.

"Damn, it's so wet!" Secretary Huang's words echoed the sentiments of all the men.

Ye Lan seemed captivated by that rubber thing. When it was fully inside her, leaving only the handle, her body suddenly stiffened. She seemed to be desperately resisting something, gripping the table tightly with both hands, her ten delicate fingers bent backwards as if trying to penetrate the stone surface to prevent herself from collapsing.

Yu Jianjun seemed to understand Ye Lan's reaction perfectly. He grinned maliciously and turned on his penis, the huge thing buzzing inside her. Her body seemed to tremble along with it, and gradually, she stopped resisting. Her sculpted body seemed to melt into water, collapsing onto the table. Her alluring body writhed continuously, displaying her flawless flesh to the people around her under the lights.

Secretary Zhang could see clearly that this woman was completely controlled by lust. Her right hand vigorously kneaded her full breasts, squeezing them into various shapes that made one's blood boil. Those two tiny rubies, like two dancing flames, burned into his eyes. Her left hand seemed to roam over her body, caressing every protrusion and indentation. Her two straight, rounded jade legs sometimes curled up, sometimes stretched out, sometimes intertwined tightly like two snakes, and sometimes spread wide apart, allowing the men to fully appreciate the enchanting spring scenery of the Peach Blossom Valley... Her previous poignant singing had not yet dissipated from the room, and now her clear, jade-like throat emitted melodious, lewd sounds—"Hmm... Oh... Ah... Oh ah... Hiss... Oh... Ah... Hiss... Ugh... Ah..." Her moans were tender and lingering, igniting lust in everyone in the room—the men involuntarily began to strip off their clothes, and the naked girls were even more aroused, writhing on top of the men, rubbing their genitals against their thighs and arms. To their disappointment, all the men's attention was focused on the woman named Ye Lan—if their eyes could be their penises, they would have raped this beauty a thousand times over.

The men were all watching, but out of consideration for face and hierarchy, no one dared to be the first to act. Yu Jianjun, with blood streaming from his nose, slapped Ye Lan's shapely buttocks hard: "Good girl, Lan. Go! Serve Secretary Zhang first!" Ye Lan then crawled on all fours from the coffee table straight into Secretary Zhang's lap. She skillfully held his penis in her palm, lowered her head, and licked his foul-smelling glans with her soft tongue. Secretary Zhang cried out in pleasure: "Damn, this lady's oral skills are fucking amazing!" He reached out and grasped the two full, firm breasts of the beauty before him. The simultaneous stimulation from above and below made Ye Lan, who was trying her best to control her sexual desire, unable to hold back any longer. She moaned softly, "Ah...I want it...good master...good brother...good husband...I want it...I want it...uh..." Secretary Zhang had also been holding back for a long time. Hearing Ye Lan's moans, he finally exploded, suddenly lifting Ye Lan up by the waist and pushing her down onto the coffee table. He pulled out the dildo from her body and thrust his penis into her from behind!

"Ah!" Ye Lan let out a high-pitched sigh—it was the explosion of sexual desire that had been suppressed for so long by the dildo. Secretary Zhang felt waves surging inside her, and her love juices gushed out in waves.

Her vagina was like another small mouth, constantly sucking on his glans, making him lose control. In less than a hundred thrusts, his semen trembled and gushed out.

The moment he left Ye Lan's body, Director Lü pounced on her, repeatedly chanting, "Little fairy, I'm here, I'm here!" He flipped her over, spreading her legs into an M shape, and thrust into her forcefully!

The woman, writhing beneath various men's bodies, was like a flower being brutally ravaged by a cold rain and wind, swaying, crying out, trembling, moaning, and experiencing wave after wave of climax…

The End

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