Using physical intimacy to seduce judges

On the night of the beauty pageant finals, Peter and I watched it at home. He was also a "super" enthusiast, and we were drinking fine
French wine.

Peter's interest in the pageant wasn't solely due to his own ambition; he hoped to pick a "queen" from among the beauties—
one who was both beautiful and capable.

Faced with this situation, there were many men like Peter, especially the "super" enthusiasts. They would become
as excited as real estate developers seeing a government auction for land, their faces lighting up with excitement.

Of course, their ultimate goal was to find a particular "piece of land" and successfully acquire it
.

Peter and I were engrossed in watching the television for almost half an hour when Peter suddenly asked me,

"Hey, have you found one?"

I shook my head and said, "I can only answer you with 'too many choices,' but what about you?"

Peter said, "I've got my eye on one."

"What's her number?" I asked him.

He smiled wryly and said, "This northern girl...it seems like I've met her before, but I can't quite
remember where we met."

"You're joking," I said, taking a sip of my drink. "You haven't even finished your drink, and you're already drunk and singing nonsense
."

Peter put down his glass and said, "I'm not drunk. I'm serious. I really have seen this northern girl before, and we
even..."

"Even what?" I laughed loudly. "You mean you had a connection with her?"

Peter said seriously, "Why would I lie to you, a friend as old as you?"

"That's true," I nodded. "To be honest, among these beauties, there's one I recognize very well,
but I'm not sure if it's her. Never mind."

Hearing this, Peter immediately stood up excitedly and said, "Are you dreaming?"

I shook my head and said, "Dreaming isn't so early. The problem is, after she's put on makeup, I'm not sure if it's her..."
" It's

Peter immediately pressed, "I'd love to hear how you met her."

Seeing his interest, I drank some wine, lit a cigarette, and told him how I met Anna.

Speaking of Anna, I can't help but mention that "Pretty Maid Agency."

The owner of this company was a Filipina woman named Maggie, about forty years old. She dressed very fashionably, always very stylish
, liked to smoke, and was very talkative.

One day, I sneaked into her company for a casual look. When she saw me, she said, "Sir, are you looking to hire a maid?"

I casually replied, "If there's a suitable one, I'd like to find one, but she must be loyal and reliable."

Thinking it was a business opportunity, she immediately treated me warmly, even showing me a photo album and saying solicitously, "If
you see one you like, just tell me."

As I looked through the photos, we chatted, and she described each "beauty" in detail. It was then that I
realized that Maggie's "Pretty Maid Introduction Center" was actually an unusual matchmaking agency.

The next day, I went to see Maggie again. This time, I gave her a pack of her favorite cigarettes, which naturally made her jump for joy
. She asked me which "favorite" beauty I had. I smiled at her and immediately changed the subject, not talking about women, but
about the stock market.

She immediately asked me, "The stock market has been declining lately, have you been affected?"

"No," I replied, "I don't often do this kind of investment. I occasionally dabble in a few hands, just to entertain some
friends, but I'm lucky, I've always made a profit."

She smiled and said, "Are your friends 'big players'?"

I nodded and said, "Maybe, they're all businessmen. In terms of seniority, I'm actually just their nephew."

Maggie seemed very interested in stock trading. Hearing me say that, she immediately said, "If you have any good news in the future, it would be best to let
me know so I can make some money too." After she finished speaking, she wrote down her mobile phone number for me.

I understood her intention very well. I took her note and said goodbye.

This was my consistent strategy for "fishing"—I couldn't be impatient, just like the admonition from Lee Teng-hui to Taiwanese businessmen: "Be
patient and avoid haste."

Two days later, I went to talk to Maggie again, but this time not at her company, but at a nearby bar
. The atmosphere there was very nice, quiet and comfortable.

Of course, my target wasn't Maggie; I just saw her as a "bridge."

We got along very well, and I learned that she had been running this company for over three years. She said that rent was too expensive
and utilities were heavy, making business very difficult. Fortunately, she had diversified her business, which allowed her to barely stay afloat.

I jokingly told her that finding a mistress wasn't as urgent as finding a part-time maid. If she granted my wish
, and we successfully made it happen, I would give her ten cartons of American cigarettes.

She was overjoyed and asked, "What type do you like?"

"No special conditions, the most important thing is that she must have a clean background and have never been involved in any scandals before."

She thought for a moment and said, "I just remembered one, but the question is whether you two are compatible. For me, it's just a small matter
."

I immediately thanked her profusely.

Maggie said, "Tomorrow is Sunday. Come to my company. I'll arrange for them to come beforehand. If you see someone you
like, let me know..."

I immediately said, "Okay, it's a deal."

On Sunday morning, I went to Maggie's company as agreed, and gave her a pack of American cigarettes as well.

I saw several "beauties" there, including girls from Hainan, the North, and Singapore.

After a quick glance, I was struck by a petite, exceptionally beautiful woman. She was about twenty years old,
with captivating eyes and a dimple when she smiled, which was very charming. I winked at Maggie.

Maggie immediately introduced me. Her name was Anna, and she was from Hangzhou. She seemed very shy, and after some persuasion, she
finally agreed to have lunch with me. During our conversation, I learned that she had only been in Hong Kong for two months but hadn't found a job yet. She had recently joined Maggie's company as a "guest"

through a friend's introduction . I asked her, "Did you have a close boyfriend in the past?" She smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, we were classmates, but during my pre-university year, he got a job at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and since then..."

They broke up silently.

"Do you still miss him?" I pressed.

"I did miss him at first," she said, "but after coming to Hong Kong, I stopped thinking about him because it was pointless
."

I asked again, "Did you take this job because you felt lonely after losing your boyfriend?"

"That's one reason," she said, "Secondly, I really hope to find a boyfriend who truly loves me."

In just a few words, she revealed her feelings and showed that she was already "experienced." In other words, she had already
tried the sexual game between men and women, and once lost, she would naturally miss it, especially when feeling down, she would inevitably
think about it.

This was indeed encouraging news.

However, I thought to myself at the time that for our first meeting, I shouldn't be a "quick fix," because that would be too hasty
and would also lose the romance. If I wasn't careful, I might scare her away.

To boost her confidence, I made up a story, saying that my situation was similar to hers—I was also single
, without a wife, and living a lonely life.

She looked at me skeptically and said, "I don't believe you."

"If you don't believe me," I explained, "I can stay with you every day to prove I'm truly alone."

Anna finally smiled and said, "Okay, I'll consider it."

This meeting could be considered a good start.

The next day, I bought twelve beautiful roses and some fine chocolates early in the morning and delivered them to Margie's company, saying
they were for Anna when she came.

Marge immediately said, "You're going to smoke after you cross the bridge?"

I quickly handed her a pack of American cigarettes, saying, "You modern matchmaker, how could I leave you out?"

Marge asked, "Do you have any messages for Anna?"

So I told her, "When Anna comes, tell her I'll be waiting for her at the Peninsula Restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui at 7 pm, no
exceptions."

That evening, Anna and I had dinner together at the Peninsula Restaurant. She was overjoyed, considering it the happiest day in three years.

After dinner, I took her to the Tsim Sha Tsui waterfront. She leaned against the railing, lost in thought.

I knew this was the perfect opportunity to make my move, so I whispered in her ear, "Have you considered whether I'm qualified
to be your boyfriend?"

She didn't answer, but her silence was practically an admission.

It was already dark, and there was no one around. I didn't care about anything else and pulled her into my arms, kissing her.

Anna didn't resist. She said, "If I give myself to you, can you swear you won't be with another woman?"

In this situation, even the most foolish man would nod and say "yes" a thousand times. I naturally swore my promise.

In that kind of thing, time doesn't matter. As long as there's passion and spark, a minute is equivalent to an hour.

Luckily, I've been around for years. No matter where I am, a thought flashes through my mind and it immediately becomes a "computer screen
," showing me the nearest "place of pleasure."

At this moment, we were in Tsim Sha Tsui. The nearest place should be the area around Ching Hsin Road and Prat Lane. There
are plenty of "love nests" there, but my favorite is "Resting Garden," located on the top floor of a residential building. It has a "homey
atmosphere," and because of its remote location, it's mostly frequented by regulars, so it's not always full.

Once decided, I took Anna to the roadside and hailed a taxi. In less than five minutes, we arrived at the door.

Everything went smoothly. At this moment, Anna was completely mine.

As I expected, after more than two months of "hunger," she suddenly became fiery and passionate in bed, as fierce as
a leopard that had escaped its cage.

She whispered in my ear, "Actually, I've been longing for it so much, even more so than you."

By "longing," she meant "that thing," of course. A
woman who had experienced the full spectrum of human emotions, who had tasted tenderness and passion, was already feeling restless after two months without physical intimacy. This was purely a physiological need, unrelated to personality.

In recent years, I've developed a habit of taking a bath together before anything else.

The pleasure of lying naked in that large, spray-filled bathtub, caressing and kissing, is indescribable
.

Although Anna was a shy girl, her physical passion at that moment made her unrestrained and passionate. She had
no inhibitions whatsoever, giving herself completely and wholeheartedly. In her eyes, I was practically a prince charming.

As I gently and tenderly caressed her firm, snow-white breasts, she would occasionally let out a captivating cry. Though her voice
was soft, it sounded more beautiful to my ears than a Chopin melody.

After a while, her nipples immediately hardened, becoming as firm as red beans. Instinctively, I bent
down to kiss her, licking the right one first, then the left.

Suddenly, she cried out, "Ouch, ouch," and said urgently, "I can't take it anymore, I want... I want..."
As she spoke, she reached out and grasped my penis, gently stroking it.

Although her touch was haphazard, I felt an electric shock, as if a current of electricity
flowed through my entire body, every pore, every cell enjoying endless pleasure.

This was the feeling of love, a benign reaction of desire. At this point, we hadn't yet entered into passion; it was only the beginning.

Her hand, holding my penis, began to stroke it rhythmically, and I returned the gesture. Although we were lying
in the bathtub, my sense of touch still detected the deep wetness deep within her vagina, a wetness that seemed to intensify.
I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Anna, shall we go to bed?"

She nodded without speaking.

I gently helped her to her feet and used a towel to dry her body. My hands, through the towel, wiped away the water droplets from her skin and gently
caressed her breasts.

She did the same to me, and when she touched my penis, she involuntarily knelt down, opened her
cherry-like mouth, and took my seven-inch penis into her mouth, swirling it around with her tongue. The pleasure
was indescribable. If I hadn't urged her to go to bed, I believe she would have continued to perform oral sex on me. When

passion between a man and a woman reaches its peak, many unconscious, passionate actions spontaneously emerge, and Anna before me was a perfect example.
So, in bed, her wild actions were like a runaway horse.

We started in missionary position, but soon she couldn't wait to change.

She kindly said, "I'll be on top, so you can save your energy."

Her concern filled me with gratitude; it felt like a genuine expression of love.

She was completely absorbed in the passion, welcoming each of my thrusts. Of course, she was overflowing with desire, but what I found most
unbearable was that once wasn't enough; she insisted on a second round.

This story tells me: a woman who appears calm on the outside can become a wild horse in bed. Peter

, after hearing this, asked me, "Do you still keep in touch?"

I smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know where she went. Now I can only recall this unforgettable moment."

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