Staying at a hotel and getting involved with the hotel manager

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In June of this year (2010), actually last month, I was on a business trip to Zhengzhou. I won't go into the details, it was business. I stayed at a Hanting Hotel. Hanting only has a few branches in Zhengzhou, so I won't name them.
Let me state beforehand that I'm not someone who likes to call for special services, and I've never called for prostitutes before.

It was past 10 PM when I took a shower. When I came out, I noticed the faucet was leaking. Although the water could be drained on the floor, it was quite noticeable. I worried that it would drip and splash all over me the next morning. More importantly, I was concerned that the hotel would blame me for the leak when I checked out, which would be difficult to explain.

So I called the front desk. To be honest, it was quite late, and I would never call for staff at this time when staying in hotels, but considering my concerns, I called anyway. I thought, even if no one comes to fix it, I've let them know, so they won't blame me tomorrow.

At that moment, I had absolutely no intention of finding a woman, and I never imagined what would happen next.

I called the front desk, and a girl answered. I explained the problem, and she said she understood and would have a repairman come check it out later. I didn't think much of it and hung up.

About an hour passed—the exact time might vary—and still no one came. I thought, "If you're not coming, just tell me you're not coming. I'm about to go to sleep. Don't let someone knock on the door again just as I'm settling down. Besides, you promised to send someone to fix it, why hasn't anyone come after an hour?" So I called a second time. My gut feeling told me it was the same girl again. I spoke rather bluntly: "You said you'd send someone, why haven't you come yet?!"... Before I could finish, she already knew what was going on and told me to wait a moment. She didn't hang up, and I guess she covered the receiver with her hand. I heard her say to someone else: "Sister Yang, room 302 is calling again..." She spoke very quickly after that, so I didn't hear clearly. After about ten seconds, she removed her hand and said to me, "Please wait a moment, someone's coming."

Two minutes after I hung up the phone, there was a knock at the door. I went to open it wearing only my boxer shorts
, thinking that repairmen are usually men, and it was so late, I doubted a female employee would knock. To my dismay, when I opened the door, it was a woman in a plain-colored uniform. Good heavens! Luckily, my underwear was boxer shorts, so it covered everything properly, making it not too embarrassing. If it had been briefs, it would have been incredibly awkward. This woman wasn't a stunning beauty, but she was pleasing to the eye and not unpleasant. She had a small face, a good figure, and wasn't very tall, about half a head shorter than me.

"Excuse me, is there a problem with the drainpipe in your room?"

I didn't say anything immediately, just let her in without closing the door.

I'm usually quite talkative, so to avoid awkwardness, I spoke first:

"Are you the repairman?"

"I'm the manager on duty today." She had already entered the bathroom and was about to bend down to check when she turned back to me, casually handing me a business card. The business card read Yang Rui.

"Oh, Manager Yang, where are your maintenance personnel? Why are you personally..."

"They've all gone home by now," Manager Yang interrupted before I could finish.

Damn, they didn't even have any maintenance workers! I made the first call, and they told me they'd send one over later. Are they kidding me?

But that's what I thought; I didn't say it aloud.

The moment she bent down to check the leak, I suddenly had an arousal. Thinking back, why such a sudden reaction? First, because I hadn't been with a woman for over six months; second, her buttocks were indeed very beautiful, perky, with smooth curves, and I could clearly see the outline of her panties; third, the way she bent over accentuated her feminine curves, which felt great—something that's hard to describe in words.

But honestly, while I had an arousal, I couldn't just go straight for it. (

As an aside, I've never had anyone come to my hotel room after 10 PM, especially not a woman. Today, someone came, and my intuition told me she was probably new or an intern.)
I continued chatting with her, "Manager Yang Rui, where are you from?"

"XX."

"Oh, I know, it's very close by." The place she mentioned wasn't far east of Zhengzhou.

"Hmm," she replied simply.

I was about to say something more when she stood up.

"It probably won't be fixed tonight. I'll get a technician over first thing tomorrow morning."

"Okay then." To be honest, since she came alone, I didn't expect her to be able to fix it. I was just hoping she wouldn't charge me tomorrow.

She started walking out of the restroom, and I took a step back to let her pass.

I felt like she bent down to check for less than a minute.

"I'm very sorry, we just opened recently," she said, seemingly explaining her job. Was I using a gold card? I didn't know. I

didn't know if I could use her account, but I figured I could chat a bit more. I continued chatting with her, asking, "How much do you earn here a month?"

"Very little," she replied with a smile, preparing to walk out the door.

Since I was already standing at the door after leaving the restroom, it wasn't practical to talk for too long.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked.

"You should introduce me to one!" she replied with a smile.

That reply immediately emboldened me; looking back, the whole thing probably started because of that question.

The moment she stepped out the door, I grabbed her arm and pulled her back inside, slamming the door shut and pinning her against the bathroom wall.

She was completely unprepared, terrified, her mouth agape, eyes wide, unable to utter a word.
I looked at her, feeling unsure myself, unsure where I got the courage to do this.

We stared at each other for about three seconds.

"What are you doing?" she spoke first, interestingly, not in Mandarin, but in her dialect.
"I'm still single," I replied, not knowing why I thought of that answer, which, in retrospect, was completely irrelevant.

She didn't say anything, but began to struggle desperately.

I didn't say anything either, basically pinning her to the wall, unable to move.

She quickly realized that any resistance was futile.

"I'm calling for help!!! Let go!!!" she said, but her voice wasn't loud, at least much lower than before.
This emboldened me.

I pressed my hand against her breast through her clothes and squeezed hard.

"Ah, ah!" This wasn't a sound of pleasure from her; it was a sound of pain.

I immediately released my pressure, and with my other hand, I slipped my hand behind her uniform top and opened it in one go.
She struggled desperately within the confines I had placed her in.

I said to her, "Do you think that's going to work?" My tone was firm, as if to tell her that resistance was futile.
At that moment, my mind was in turmoil. Although I knew I'd kicked the door shut, making it impossible for outsiders to open it, and considering how long she'd been there, I figured her companions would eventually find out, and that would be disastrous. However, there was one thing that reassured me: my room, 302, was at the end of the hallway, unlikely to be frequented, and it was right next to the main road, so there was no noise.

After removing her bra, my mouth immediately followed. I didn't have time to slowly remove her top, and frankly, I didn't even bite her nipple; I only kissed her breasts.

She tried desperately to push me away, but it was basically useless.

"Soon," I don't know why that phrase popped into my head again; I always talk nonsense when I'm nervous.

But it seemed that phrase had some effect; she gradually stopped resisting so fiercely. Whether it was because her body reacted or because she relaxed her resistance after hearing my words, I really didn't know, but she wasn't as aggressive as before.

I kissed her from her breasts to her neck, all the way to her ears. To be honest, she wasn't wearing perfume, but she had a lovely, milky scent that was very pleasant.

"You're beautiful, I love you," I whispered as I kissed her ear.

Then I kissed her face, wildly, like I was seeing a girlfriend I hadn't seen in ages.

I kissed almost every part of her body exposed by her clothes, especially her upper body.

I carried her and placed her on the edge of the bed. My hands never left her body; what if she ran away, or hit me with something?

I knew time was of the essence, and the task was arduous.

I didn't even take off her top or skirt, and directly slipped my hand between her legs.

I felt a warm temperature, but it wasn't very wet.

I don't know how to describe the details; I've never written anything like this before, so it's really hard to describe.

My fingers easily entered her vagina, and after ten seconds, I could already feel how wet it was.

The time had come; if

I didn't act now, I might never have another chance. In less than half a second, I pulled off my only piece of clothing, my underwear.

I lifted her skirt, removed her underwear, and thrust inside her.

She screamed.

I didn't care about anything else, not even the nine shallow and one deep techniques, I just focused on frantically rubbing against her. I put her legs on my shoulders, hugged them, stroked her stockings, and looked at her expression. Damn, this felt so good!!! After

a minute of thrusting, her moans grew louder and more continuous.

I didn't care anymore, even if the police came, I was going to fuck her to my heart's content!

The intense thrusting made the bed creak. Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, it felt so good!
When I had sex with my girlfriend, we usually had to do it three times. The first time was very short, probably around ten minutes, the second time was the longest, usually forty minutes, and if we weren't tired that day, there would be a third time.
Sure enough, after about seven or eight minutes of intense thrusting, I ejaculated inside her.

Thinking back, I didn't even consider condoms or anything. But I guess it'll be fine.

After I ejaculated, I stayed inside her for a while, about ten seconds. I asked her, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

She didn't answer, got up, and went into the bathroom.

She came out two minutes later.

I said, "I'm so sorry..."

Before I could finish, she opened the door and left.

Although I didn't penetrate her a second time, I was satisfied this time.

The next morning, before I even got out of bed, a plumber came to fix the drainpipe.

I checked out. I sent her a text message using the number on the business card. I didn't tell her who I was in the message; I guess she knew who it was. The message read: "Yang Rui, thank you. You are very beautiful. I apologize for any intrusion. I meant no harm. If you need help in Beijing at any time, please contact me."

She didn't reply until I got to the airport. I thought it was hopeless.

After getting off the plane at the Capital Airport, I turned on my phone and saw a text message from her, but it was blank.

To this day, I still don't understand what that blank message meant.

[The End]

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