Sell yourself once with a contract

Zhang Yan was conflicted. She wanted to escape her current predicament, but how easy was that? She had once dressed up heavily and presented herself to Director Zhou, implying that she would do anything for a 20 million loan. But the old man actually said something like, "Don't you think you're a bit too old?" She was angry

, but she couldn't just wait to die! Biaozi wasn't someone to be trifled with; if she couldn't repay the loan, who knew what he might do?

For several days, Zhang Yan was at her wit's end. She felt exhausted every morning and listlessly soaked herself in the bathtub. The warm water made her feel a little better as she smoked and pondered her troubles.

Zhang Yan had been in the workforce for years, but her luck was terrible. Everyone else made money no matter what they did, and she envied it, but when it came to doing it herself, she lost money no matter what she tried. Now, she was already in her thirties, still like a kite flying in the sky, never reaching the horizon. Last year, a slight misstep nearly brought her to the brink of suicide. Although she managed to pull through by begging and pleading, her debts were due soon, and where was the money?

Someone had advised Zhang Yan that her bad luck stemmed from the lack of a man by her side, and that she should get married! Zhang Yan thought to herself, "What do you know?" She had no education, no capital, so how could she possibly succeed in the construction industry? If she had married earlier, she probably wouldn't be where she is today!

Thinking of this, Zhang Yan felt a surge of energy. She stubbed out her cigarette, stepped out of the bathtub, and stood in front of the full-length mirror.

She chuckled, thinking of Fan Dawei.

With a goal in mind, Zhang Yan suddenly perked up. She applied breast enhancement cream in front of the mirror, scrutinizing herself as she did so. She noticed she had indeed aged considerably in recent years; her breasts had sagged a lot. Last year, she hadn't even used breast enhancement cream. Of course, being touched too much would cause them to sag. She made a face at herself in the mirror.

A few days ago, she met Fan Dawei at a social event and noticed the difference in his gaze. She'd heard he had a batch of projects under his control, and if she could—Zhang Yan watched her breasts swell as if inflated, her own hope swelling with them. She subconsciously darkened her nipples, pinching and pulling them outwards with her fingertips. If she could get a project, things would be easier with Biaozi. Besides, with a project, she wouldn't necessarily have to be hung up on that old geezer, Director Zhou. Zhang Yan put on a thin black t-shirt, feeling more confident. This breast enhancement product really worked; she didn't even need a bra anymore.

After spending some time applying makeup, Zhang Yan picked up her phone, checked the business card, and called Fan Dawei. The phone rang for a while before a woman answered, saying in a sweet voice that Mr. Fan wasn't there, and then hung up. Zhang Yan froze, her hand holding the phone unable to go down. I have to go. Zhang Yan was going all in.

Zhang Yan arrived at Fan Dawei's office just in time. The female secretary had just sat down, smoothing her slightly disheveled hair. "Looks like she's been intimate with her Mr. Fan," Zhang Yan thought. Before the secretary could get up to greet her, Zhang Yan had already pushed open the door on her right.

"Mr. Fan, it's really not easy to see you! I made an appointment, but you weren't here. Luckily, it was on my way, so I came to see you. Don't you recognize me?" "Of course not! Please sit down! It's Ms. Zhang. I couldn't get you to come even if I begged you. Is something the matter?" "Yes," Zhang Yan could tell that Fan Dawei had recognized her, but his eyes didn't have the same look as the first time. "Just slept with that little slut? What bad luck," Zhang Yan thought to herself, but didn't show it out loud. "I heard you, Mr. Fan, have a ton of projects lined up. Could you spare some for me? I'm starving!" "Are you on a diet? Look at your figure, so good! You're all shapely, unlike me, all flabby!" Looking at Fan Dawei, who was slumped in his large chair, laughing, Zhang Yan sensed a glimmer of hope in his words. She walked to Fan Dawei's desk, leaned forward, and offered him a cigarette. Fan Dawei's eyes immediately swept over Zhang Yan's low-cut neckline.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm really begging you. You won't just leave me to die, will you?" "I do have projects, but I don't know if you'd be willing to take them, or even be able to handle them." Fan Dawei put the cigarette in his mouth, holding a rolled-up set of blueprints in his hand, gesturing towards Zhang Yan.

In Zhang Yan's mind, the rolled-up blueprints were an invitation for her to offer him "special services.

" "I doubt it's big enough for me, Zhang Yan, to handle!" Zhang Yan smiled suggestively at Fan Dawei.

Fan Dawei squinted, staring intently at the middle-aged woman before him. A mischievous thought suddenly arose in his mind. He had indeed just had a fling with his secretary, and at a time like this, Zhang Yan's face was truly unattractive; the secretary was far younger. But since this slut had offered herself up, he had to let her taste his own medicine. Thinking this, Fan Dawei picked up the phone and said to the secretary outside the door, "Xiao Wang, I need to rest for a while. If anyone calls, just say I'm not here.

" After hanging up, Fan Dawei said to Zhang Yan, "So, how much do you want? There happens to be a 900,000 yuan project here. A pair of sisters just came to ask for it!" "Really? Why didn't you give it to them?" "

They refused to do it, and even when they reluctantly did it, it wasn't up to standard, so I didn't give it to them." "Then they worked for nothing?" "What could I do? It wasn't like I asked them to do it; they offered themselves up. Don't you think so?" Zhang Yan gasped. He was warning me. "Fine, I'll take the plunge." Zhang Yan made up her mind.

"Then give it to me." Zhang Yan casually put her handbag on the sofa, stood up, and walked to Fan Dawei's side.

"Don't try to get close to me. Go! Lie down on the coffee table." Fan Dawei said with a forced smile, his eyes like an eagle eyeing its prey.

"Don't do this! Why bother, Mr. Fan?" A hint of resentment appeared in Zhang Yan's eyes, her voice tinged with helplessness.

"You're dressed so sexily today, aren't you here to ask me for a favor?" Fan Dawei gestured for Zhang Yan to hurry up.

Zhang Yan had no choice but to walk to the sofa and lie down on the coffee table. The coffee table was so low that Zhang Yan had to stick her butt out. Was this coffee table designed for this? Zhang Yan thought.

"Oh, you're really wearing a thong."

Two slaps, and Zhang Yan received two slaps on her buttocks, two red marks immediately appearing on her white skin.

"Hey, be gentle. Do you think this is a prostitute?" Zhang Yan's hand reached behind her buttocks.

"You have to be more obedient than a prostitute. I'm not offering the usual price for a brothel. Otherwise, you'll end up like those two sisters. Take off your pants and spread your buttocks." Zhang Yan felt a wave of humiliation, tears welling up in her eyes. She wanted to stand up and say, "I don't want your lousy project anymore." But she simply didn't have the courage. She needed the project, and only Fan Dawei had it. However, she couldn't just endure his bullying, being treated worse than a prostitute, could she? Just as she was caught between wanting to resist, yet not wanting to resist, yet unable to not resist, Fan Dawei's large hand pressed down hard on Zhang Yan's waist. Zhang Yan twisted her body forcefully, but it was no use. Zhang Yan felt a sense of relief. Anything a woman does under duress can be justified by her own self-consolation. What else could she do?

Zhang Yan obediently pulled down her underwear, spread her legs wide, and stretched them straight, waiting for Fan Dawei's attack.

Fan Dawei looked at Zhang Yan's raised buttocks, and his penis began to harden. He held Zhang Yan's hands behind her back, making her face support her upper body weight.

Zhang Yan wasn't unfamiliar with anal sex. Before she had a foothold in society, she had willingly let a guy who needed her help do it, and she felt nothing but pain and no pleasure. But that time, the guy had applied some kind of oil beforehand. Since then, she felt like she hadn't completely emptied her bowels for a week. In short, she was afraid of anal sex.

A hard object pressed against Zhang Yan's buttocks, and she felt a sharp pain; it had entered her.

Zhang Yan was too nervous; it turned out that Fan Dawei hadn't penetrated her anus, but her vagina. Her vagina was much looser, and although she wasn't ready, it was dry and stinging, but she could still bear it. She felt Fan Dawei free one hand to squeeze her breast.

As Fan Dawei thrust in and out, Zhang Yan quickly felt a slippery sensation and involuntarily moaned.

"Scream louder, you slut!" Fan Dawei thrust vigorously, his hips slamming heavily against Zhang Yan's buttocks with a thud. Zhang Yan's face rubbed back and forth on the smooth coffee table, her moans becoming less clear.

It had been a week since Zhang Yan had been in the mood for sex; the debt had overwhelmed her. Fan Dawei's powerful thrusts awakened her desire; she felt the fluid gushing out, the splashing sounds reaching her ears. She was getting into it.

Fan Dawei had been with his secretary half an hour earlier, and now he was penetrating Zhang Yan. Initially, he hadn't felt much passion; it was more of a prank. But when he held her full breasts in his hands and felt her tightly enveloping him, he experienced pleasure. In fact, his penis had become hard inside Zhang Yan's vagina.

The increasingly hard penis was naturally not satisfied with the loose vagina, and Fan Dawei set his sights on the anus above.

Like a jackhammer being driven into a crack in concrete, a strong shudder sent an unbearable jolt through Zhang Yan. She desperately pried her buttocks apart with her hands, biting her lower lip, afraid to make a sound.

"Cooperate!" Fan Dawei shouted. "If you can't even lay the foundation, how can I trust you with this project?" Zhang Yan pitifully lifted her buttocks even higher, her head already pressed against the wall. A thick stake was slowly but irresistibly pushing into her body. The splitting pain condensed into a string of tears that dripped onto the coffee table, transforming into the number 900,000 that settled in her memory... Holding a decoration contract for the west wing of the Grand Rich Private Club, Zhang Yan didn't even have the heart to look at it again. The bright red round official seal that had just been stamped looked, no matter how you looked at it, like an anus stretched taut by an external object.

A week later, Zhang Yan recovered, paid off her debts, and even took out a loan to buy a car. Sitting comfortably in the driver's seat, Zhang Yan smoked. Through the windshield, a young woman with a patch of white belly exposed was seen swaying towards her, her arm around a middle-aged man's waist. A barely perceptible smile crossed Zhang Yan's face: "It feels so damn good to have money in my pocket. As long as I can think positively and control myself, what does it matter how I got the money?"

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