The Coachman's Love

As dusk settled

in Taipei, the streets were still bustling with traffic. Inside a KTV room at a political and business networking club on the top floor of a building on Zhongxiao East Road, a lively atmosphere filled with the sounds of revelry and laughter. I held onto Xiao Xu tightly as he took me downstairs on his motorcycle and went to wait for me in the lounge. I took the elevator to the top floor to meet the manager. There were six managers in total, each with a dozen or so girls under their command. The managers were both male and female. I was under Sister Wu's management, but I was also part of Boss Wang's group of girls, which sounded a bit complicated.

It's really just a distribution of profits within the underworld. Boss Wang is the owner of the supply company, Sister Wu is the sales manager, and the driver, Xiao Xu, is the deliveryman and goods security personnel. Everyone has their own responsibilities and shares the profits. We, on the other hand, are just the seemingly glamorous and charming "goods," but we are the ones who squeeze money from customers. We are the lowest-level, pitiful creatures. If we are beautiful and attractive, we can attract many flies and receive special treatment from Boss Wang. But once we get old and lose our looks, we either become madams (like Sister Wu) or leave the city with a host of illnesses and disappear without a trace.

Each of the girls has a different past and a different reason for coming here. Moreover, Boss Wang controls the girls in different ways. Some are controlled by large debts, some by controlling their relatives, and some by controlling their personal reputation and status. For example, I was originally a middle school teacher, but I accidentally fell into Boss Wang's hands. However, due to my advanced age, I'm usually the one who serves customers who are only interested in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, or other refined pursuits. I only get to perform when some very wealthy business owners specifically request it.

Today's main guest is Chairman Liu of Evergreen Airlines, who is hosting visiting students from the UK. These foreigners are all experts in Chinese studies, teaching at universities in the UK, US, and Germany. They came to mainland China for a Chinese studies conference, and afterwards, Chairman Liu brought them all to Taipei on his plane. During the day, they visited the National Palace Museum, and in the evening, they came here to drink, sing, and admire the women's underwear.

I entered the private room and saw six men and five women I recognized. One of them, a beautiful woman named Jiang, was so drunk she was lying unconscious on a long bench (I knew this was one of the methods). The other women were still drinking and playing drinking games with the guests. A burly, bearded foreigner was reciting poetry to the drunken Jiang: "The moon of the

summer night

for down you western steeps sink

, sink in silver light." (

This is a line from Longfellow's poem, "serenade").

I put down my handbag and continued: "

She sleeps

my lady, she sleeps,

sleeps

serenade by HW Longfellow.

" The bearded man's eyes lit up, and he turned to look at me, continuing: "

The wind of the summer night

where your der woodbine creeps. "

I loudly replied ,

"Here in Taipei."

Then I sat down next to the bearded man. He laughed heartily, put his arm around my waist, and picked up a wine glass to feed me.

He said, "When will the moon be clear and bright? I raise my cup to ask the blue sky."

I replied, "I wonder what year it is tonight in the celestial palace."

He said, "The country is broken, but the mountains and rivers remain; spring has come to the city, and the grass and trees grow deep."

I replied, "Flowers shed tears at the passing of time; birds startle with grief at parting."

He touched my arm and said, "Your skin is like ice and jade, naturally cool and without sweat. A breeze from the water pavilion fills the air with a subtle fragrance. The embroidered curtain opens, and a sliver of moonlight peeks in ."

I replied, "I am not yet asleep; I lean on my pillow, my hair disheveled." I knew he already intended to take me.

I secretly nudged him, and he tightened his embrace around my waist.

These foreigners all spoke Chinese. Except for one who specialized in Chinese oracle bone script, they were all knowledgeable about ancient Chinese poetry and lyrics from the Tang, Song, Yuan, and Qing dynasties. They were all very knowledgeable, taking turns discussing Li Yu, Li Qingzhao, Su Shi, Liu Yong, Wang Anshi, and Li Bai with me. In the end, these foreigners all bowed their heads and listened attentively, drinking four bottles of XO

. Their speech became unclear. Don't be fooled by their usual respectable appearances; when faced with alcohol and women, they revealed their ugly side. Each of them took a woman back to their hotel. Sister Wu secretly informed me that the night's fee had been collected, so I accompanied Big Beard to the State Guest Hotel to check in. Little Xu rode his motorcycle, following a taxi at a distance.

Big Beard was actually quite famous, even internationally, but in our line of work, it's not customary to reveal a guest's identity, so I could only call him Brother Beard.

Upon entering the room, the bearded man couldn't wait any longer. He stripped naked right at the door, his enormous penis already erect and throbbing, clearly aroused. He then embraced me.

Actually, now that I'm in the sex industry, sex is commonplace; I'm no longer sexually aroused, just a professional sex worker. But tonight, having shown off so much to a foreigner, I couldn't help but feel a little excited. Seeing the bearded man's well-equipped penis, I was overcome with lust. I grabbed his large member, led it to the bathroom to wash it, and we got into bed together. I put on a condom, ready to get started.

The bearded man is tall and strong, at least 195cm if not 200cm. His penis is so large that even a small dog would be envious, about 30cm long and 5 to 6cm thick, with a glans the size of a child's fist. Before I met a small dog, I never imagined I could accommodate such a large thing inside me.

After a year and a half of training, I've confirmed my abilities. I'm not afraid of thick penises, just a little afraid of long ones. But no matter how long the penis is, it only makes me feel a little swollen and uncomfortable, but I can handle it.

Foreigners' stamina is terrifying. He seemed determined to earn back the $600 he spent in one go. He changed positions several times, riding me for several tens of minutes. I had three or four real and fake orgasms, but the bearded man still hadn't ejaculated.

Suddenly, he hit my G-spot in the middle of my vagina, and my vagina vibrated. I bit his penis, and the bearded man felt it too, so he focused relentlessly on that spot, thrusting wildly. I had no way to escape and could only let him ravage me. I became incredibly excited, holding the bearded man so tightly I could hardly breathe. The bearded man finally ejaculated and withdrew from me.

I breathed a sigh of relief, almost collapsing onto the bed, but still helped him wipe his penis clean with a warm towel.

Just as I was about to rest, the phone rang. It was Professor Hoffman (pseudonym), the foreign professor from the next room, calling to say he wanted to come to our room for a 4P. I told him it would cost an extra $300 plus a $200 tip for each girl, and he readily agreed, "OK."

He then brought his female companion, Ms. Jiang.

To be honest, I was truly exhausted tonight, completely worn out by the bearded man's penetration. I could only go through the motions, mumbling and pretending to have an orgasm to get by. Thankfully, young Ms. Jiang was very enthusiastic and gave a very convincing performance, so everyone was happy.

My groom, Xiao Xu, dutifully picked me up from the hotel the next day to take me home.

II. Rewarding the Assistant

Xiao Jiang and I were both middle school teachers. How did I end up like this? It's a long story, but in short, I was overcome by lust, had an affair, and then met the wrong person, falling into prostitution. My husband died of a stroke from the stress, and my once happy family was shattered. So I decided to exile myself, moved out of the house, bought a smaller apartment, and officially entered the world of prostitution. I numb myself with alcohol every day, living a life of prostitution, sometimes rough and easy. Although I'm in my early forties, I'm grateful for the good genes from my parents, and I've never had children. I'm good-looking, have a good figure, and am highly educated. My temperament and speech are different from others, giving me a unique market position.

In our company, each girl has a pimp to protect her when she goes out, responsible for transportation and safety. My chauffeurs were mostly Xiao Xu, and sometimes Lao Guo. Both were excellent cyclists, navigating the crowded and busy streets with ease, always breaking through the crowds and arriving safely at their destinations. And when I was having a physical encounter with a customer, no matter how long it took, they would wait outside the hotel until the end, responding immediately with a phone call. I was quite grateful.

Sometimes, after leaving the hotel in the morning, we would go out for rice burgers or KFC together. We would chat about our family situations. It turned out that Xiao Xu was nineteen years old, his mother had passed away, his father had terminal liver cancer, and he had two younger siblings in school. The family relied entirely on his father's retirement pension and Xiao Xu's meager income as a chauffeur. Lao Guo, on the other hand, was fifty years old, a retired military police officer, and a widower. His wife died in a car accident two years ago, and he had two sons in junior high school. He also received a monthly retirement pension and worked as a security guard at Boss Wang's company, occasionally working as a chauffeur when there was a shortage of staff. As time went by, we became friends, all pitiful souls in this chaotic world.

Last Friday morning, I left the Grand Hyatt Hotel. Since it was still early, I rode my bike to McDonald's for breakfast and coffee. I saw Xiao Xu acting shy, hesitant to speak, his face flushed. I looked at him in surprise, and he became even more reluctant to speak. I guessed he might be short of money and wanted to borrow some. I asked,

"Is it because you need money?"

He shook his head. Hmm, what is it then?

I asked him for a long time, but he couldn't answer.

Finally, I gave up on the riddle and got up to leave. Only then did he stammer and mumble,

"Sister Ji, ... I love you..."

I was startled. It turned out that the little devil had fallen for me after seeing me partying every night.

"Okay! It's still early today, let's go to my house, go get your bikes!"

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Once home, the two of them took a shower. I noticed his physique was decent, but he lacked exercise; his muscles were far inferior to Xiao Wang's. Although his penis had grown and formed, it was still much smaller than Xiao Wang's. Actually, guys like this aren't usually on my radar, but considering our business relationship, I'll give him a taste of the good life today. As I always say, "It doesn't matter who I'm fucking, come on."

Xiao Xu, a virgin, was incredibly nervous for his first time. Even though I kept comforting and encouraging him, he still surrendered in less than two minutes. He was extremely frustrated, and my repeated encouragement couldn't revive his spirits. I had to give him a blowjob before he finally rode his bike to the company to relieve himself.

After that, he would occasionally come to my house to relieve his itch. But every time he came, I had to find someone to help me relieve the itch.

Another groom, Lao Guo, would come to my house once a month or every two weeks to have his way with me for free, but his bedroom skills were far superior to Xiao Xu's.

I did it for the sake of work harmony, and without having to pay anything, like a bodhisattva saving all sentient beings.

Thirdly, rekindling old memories:

I hadn't seen Xiao Wang for a year. He's now a junior boss at a company, always surrounded by young, beautiful women. I think he's long forgotten about me, a lowly old woman he degraded, trampled on at the bottom of society, a pitiful creature who could be raped by anyone with a little money.

Tonight, after a night of sleepless nights, Xiao Xu took me home. It was past 2 AM when he told me the junior boss had called to check if Miss Ji had arrived home safely. He left quickly. At 3:30 AM, Xiao Wang, reeking of alcohol, rang my doorbell repeatedly. I really didn't want to open the door for him, but I was afraid of disturbing the neighbors, so I had no choice but to let him in. As soon as he entered, he grabbed me and burst into tears, saying,

"Teacher, I'm so sorry. I killed your husband and caused you to fall into prostitution. I've repaid kindness with enmity. I'm not human. Kill me!"

Recalling the events of the past year or two, I couldn't help but sigh.

"Little Wang, it was my fault first. No one else is to blame. Alright, stop crying. What brings you here today?"

"Teacher, I want to make it up to you. I want to marry you. I want you to quit prostitution and treat me well forever."

"Ha! Young Master Wang, even if you wanted to marry an old woman who's been a prostitute, your father wouldn't agree. Don't be ridiculous."

"If he doesn't agree, I'll sever ties with him."

"You're just his godson. It doesn't matter if you're gone. You can't fight him."

He sat on the sofa like a child, crying loudly. When he was tired of crying, he fell asleep drunk with tears streaming down his face.

It was so late at night, so I covered him with a thin blanket and went to bed myself. I didn't wake up until almost noon and found him fully clothed, sleeping in the same bed with me.

Recalling our past lovemaking, I felt a pang of tenderness and gently kissed his slightly mustache lips. He opened his sleepy eyes, rolled over, and pressed himself against me, kissing me passionately.

Ah, the tenderness of yesteryear was back, like water flowing freely, like the golden wind and jade dew meeting again.

His penis was inside me again, and we were making love again, he said.

Ah, my nemesis.

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