To be responsible, every sex worker has a sad story behind her.

To be honest, every prostitute has a sad story behind her.

I met two female students from Hunan University online and went to the Golden Years Disco. When we met at the door, we realized they were two dinosaurs! We asked around and found out they weren't from Hunan; one was from Yunnan, and the other from Guangdong. Their appearance was indescribable. As my friend said, "They're like monsters! Their looks are so different; they could be character actors at the Beijing Film Academy!" Unable to refuse, we bought a bunch of drinks and got half-drunk before running out.

Walking along Huangxing Road Pedestrian Street, we were filled with regret. We were furious. It didn't matter how much money we spent; the problem was wasting a whole night with two animals. Not only did we have no desire, but we also really didn't want them to do anything to us! Ugh, what can you do? It's true what they say, "No desire, no strength!" But we were quite horny, so we had no choice but to find prostitutes.

When we got to the riverside road not far away, the lights of the hair salons were still on. Even though it was past 1:00 AM, it seemed there were still many people working! There were probably seven or eight hair salons there. The doors were all ajar, and inside sat all sorts of scantily clad women. The red and yellow lights of the salons, combined with the overall ambiance, would inevitably stir up some impure thoughts in any man. We strolled into the first salon; there were about four women inside. One was asleep in a wicker chair. As we entered, a woman who appeared to be the madam approached. "Sir, would you like a shampoo or a massage?" The madam, wearing a black halter-neck dress, rubbed her flesh against my arm. "Have you ever seen a shampoo in the middle of the night? It's haunted! Overnight, take her with you!" I was still dizzy. "

Well, look, all our girls are here! An overnight stay is 300 yuan!" The madam pushed one of the women into my arms, leering at me. Damn

, are you robbing me?! Do you think we don't know the prices? Besides, we don't even know if we like her yet! What's the rush? "I glanced at the girl. Not good at all. Besides her big breasts, nothing else. Not my type at all." "Well, if this isn't good enough, I can get you something from another shop!" she said, noticing our disapproving looks. "No need, forget it, the quality is too poor!" We couldn't stand it anymore; you get what you pay for. We left her little shop and went to the last one along the street. None of them were any good either, always with four or five girls, and the good ones were already gone, leaving only the less desirable ones. Neither of us brothers were easy to please, so we decided to try our luck at the last shop. "Boss's here! Get up! Want a girl? See if you like any! Quick service or all night?" The madam, a middle-aged woman, busied herself greeting us as soon as we appeared. "

Is this all?" I scanned the room; there were two that looked decent. "And another one, girls, go to the back and call Shuangshuang and the others out!" The madam was a smooth operator.

A moment later, a girl came out from behind. Our eyes lit up. One of them looked like she'd been in this line of work for a while; she wore a black sheer skirt suit, had a very full figure, her chest was taut, the cleavage was low, revealing a deep cleavage, and her breasts were snow-white, looking like they were about to burst. Her buttocks were very round, and she wore very high-heeled black leather sandals with bright red nail polish on her toes. Not bad! Her features were fairly regular, with long hair, though a bit messy, as if she'd just slept. I thought, "This one's pretty good. She must be very slutty in bed," so I went over and squeezed her breast. She immediately let out a moan.

"Boss, what's the rush! There are so many people here!" Her lewd behavior almost made my penis hard. I squeezed her buttocks again, laughing and saying to my friend, "Very bouncy!"

She rubbed her eyes and asked if it was okay. My friend's mouth was practically watering. He said, "Yes, yes, how much?" He was fixated on her, so I looked at another one. She didn't come out for a while. Good heavens! Thank goodness I didn't take that! I felt a surge of secret joy. She was dressed very simply; in fact, she wasn't sexy at all, but she was very beautiful. She was about 1.6 meters tall, with long, smooth, and very black hair, high-arched eyebrows, large, bright, and innocent-looking eyes, a small nose, and sexy lips. She wore a red top, ordinary jeans, and sneakers. Hehe, she was stunning! Seeing her reminded me of my first girlfriend from my student days. My friend almost slapped himself after seeing her. Seeing his regretful face made me even happier.

We paid and came out. I grabbed her waist—it felt so good! I gently sniffed her hair. She didn't say anything, just leaned on my arm.

"What's your name?" I asked.
"My name is Shuang'er!" she said shyly, looking down at the road.
"I like you so much!" I hugged her tightly, kissed her forehead, and squeezed her buttocks hard. Elastic, not quite elastic.
We took a taxi to the hotel, and in the elevator, my friend and I grabbed our respective "girls" and started kissing them passionately. My girlfriend didn't object, but she seemed to have no knack for kissing. His girlfriend kept pushing him away, saying, "Don't do this. Can we not kiss?" Seeing my friend's dejected look, I laughed.

"Hey, if you don't serve her well, I'll dock your pay!" I laughed and groped her.
She dodged my hand while laughing and saying, "Boss, my girl has only been out here for less than a month, it's her first time doing an overnight job, so you have to be gentle, or she'll cry!" "

If she cries, I'll have you come and keep me company, we'll have a threesome, consider it training for her, I won't even charge her training fee!" I laughed wildly, my hands groping her body. Amidst this flirtatious banter, we arrived at the room. As we entered, I said to my friend, "Hey, you're done tomorrow, tell her to come over here too." My friend smiled wryly and said, "What, you're quite robust!"

And so, I carried her, who remained silent, back to the room. Perhaps I was too tired from dancing and a little dizzy, I collapsed onto the large double bed. She went to the side, poured me a glass of water, placed it on the table next to me, and whispered, "Big brother, have some water!" I responded, looked up, and drank the water. She poured another glass, put it down, poured one for herself, and sat beside me, slowly drinking it.

"Hey, take a shower first! Make sure you're clean!" I said, pointing to the bathroom.
"Big brother, are you going to shower? Are you feeling unwell? If not, throwing up will make you feel better," she said, gently stroking my head.
I grabbed her hand, pulled her onto me, and touched her body. She pushed me away, took off my shoes, put on disposable slippers, and helped me up.
"Big brother, come on, you shower! I'll help you!"
"Let's shower together, come on, take your clothes off!" I tried to pull her up again.

She pulled her hand away, took off my clothes, but stopped when she got to my underwear; I knew she was embarrassed. I wanted to take a good shower, so I went into the bathroom and said, "Come help me."

I was rinsing myself with cold water when she pushed the door open and came in. I almost fainted from happiness! I never expected her breasts to be so big, and so round and firm. My God! In all my years in the world of sex, I've never seen anything like this! They're so big! And... I reached out and pulled her into my arms, my hands on her breasts. They were so elastic; just from that, I knew she hadn't lost her virginity for long. I asked her, "When did you lose your virginity?" She seemed hesitant to answer, and simply said, "Can we not talk about this?" I looked closely at her body. She hugged her chest, her head buried in her chest, motionless... (The following 3,897 words, resembling scenes from *Jin Ping Mei*, were deleted by the moderator).

After we finished, I lay down, lit a cigarette, and enjoyed smoking it.

She slowly got up, took off the condom, wiped my genitals clean with tissue, tidied the bed, covered me with a towel, and lay down on my arm. I wasn't too sleepy yet, so I started chatting with her. She spoke quietly, one hand stroking my armpit hair.

Everyone has a first time, and hers piqued my interest. Under my persistent questioning, she burst into tears. I was at a loss, unable to console her. I could only hand her tissues one by one. Later, she told me.

She was born in the Year of the Tiger, 19 years old this year. Her family lived in a poor area of Hunan. Her father was a lazy, good-for-nothing, and her mother was a hardworking woman. The family's livelihood depended entirely on her mother supporting herself and her two younger brothers. One day, her father, drunk, beat her mother and drove her away, vomiting all over the house. Later, he lay motionless on the floor. She went to help her father clean up. After undressing him and putting him on the bed, her father suddenly grabbed her hand, pulled her onto the bed, and pounced on her body, tearing at her clothes while shouting, "I raised you all these years, don't let someone else have you! Let me have a taste first!" No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't escape her father's clutches. Finally, she lay there helplessly, letting her father thrust on her. Blood soaked the bed, and she bit her lip until it bled. Her tears had dried up. Her father was asleep, so she got up and ran to her cousin's house, staying for ten days. Later, her father found her and forced her to marry a widower, a man in his forties who was also a creditor. Forced to leave again, she came to Changsha. Initially, she worked in a factory, earning only 400 yuan a month. How could she support her two younger brothers who were still in school? To make ends meet, she became a prostitute.

Hearing her story, my heart felt a pang of unease, a feeling I couldn't shake. It seemed like a cliché story, yet I was deeply moved by its authenticity! Later, she gradually fell asleep, and I fell asleep too. Early the next morning, I was suddenly awakened by the blinding sunlight. I reached around and found no one beside me. Startled, I looked up. There she was, standing facing the window, wearing only her underwear, gracefully combing her hair. The morning sun reflected off her hair, creating a soft and beautiful light, like a delicate oil painting. I was mesmerized. She turned around and saw me like that, then lowered her head shyly and smiled, saying, "Brother, you're awake! I washed your dirty clothes, they're in the bathroom! Your wallet and phone are on the bedside table!"

After saying that, she put on her clothes, still so youthful, still so elegant, still so beautiful, still so heartbreaking. I took 500 yuan from my wallet and handed it to her. She looked at me in surprise, "Brother, you've already given me money!" I said, "Take it! This little bit of money is nothing to me. Take this money and find some work! Don't do this anymore, don't go on like this! Life is still full of hope, okay?" Hearing my words, she suddenly lowered her head, and I saw a tear fall onto the carpet. She raised her head, her eyes filled with tears, and suddenly knelt before me, crying, "Brother, I know you're a good person, please take me away! Wherever you go, whatever you want me to do, just let me follow you! Please, brother, I really don't want to stay here anymore! I'll do anything!" Her cries clenched my heart, as if it were being brutally stabbed with a bayonet. I smiled bitterly and pulled her up, wiping her tears with my hand. "Sweetie, don't cry! Look, you're not pretty anymore! This is all I can do for you, really. I'm sorry, I can't help you." As I said this, my nose tingled, and it felt like a grain of sand got into my eye; I quickly rubbed it. She cried, "Brother, I know I'm dirty. I know I'm not worthy to talk to you!" My heart ached even more. "Shuang'er, my dear Shuang'er, don't say anymore. You're not dirty. Your heart is pure. You're much better than those who look clean but have filthy hearts! Sweetie, I'm sorry, I can't help you!" I really wanted to help her, but I had too many concerns. I think everyone will understand.

She listened to me, wiped away her tears, and I put the money in her pocket. I hugged her tightly, sniffled, and said, "Alright, Shuang'er, go back now! Come find your big brother if you need anything! Don't do this anymore!" She smiled bitterly through her tears, nodded, covered her mouth without speaking, opened the door, and walked out. At the door, she turned around, bowed to me, and left without looking back.

Later, this article came about. I'm not afraid of you all saying the most vicious things about us, "What's so great about her? She's embarrassed to talk about this little thing? She's just a customer and a prostitute."

I just feel that real life is cruel. Some people have to do things they don't like. That's life. Fate is unpredictable. If Shuang'er had been born into a wealthy family, she would probably be nestled in her boyfriend's arms, happily basking in the warm Changsha sun. She didn't want to take this path either, but for the sake of life, for the sake of survival, she had no choice but to accept her fate!

She made a living with her body. Apart from lacking self-respect, she was no different from any other decent person.

Compared to petty thieves and corrupt officials who steal or embezzle, they are practically pure. They sacrifice more than those kept women who call themselves "lovers,"

and they are more genuine than women who dream of marrying a rich man. Moreover, they are generally more compassionate, far better than those who are heartless with the rich or unjust with the powerful.

Of course, I'm not saying we should condone their profession; there are societal reasons and their own reasons. We are all ordinary citizens; what can we do? Only try our best to respect them.

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