An Unforgettable Romantic Encounter: My Romantic Encounter with My Female Client (Part Two)

The hotel is one of the more upscale ones in the area, a go-to choice for local government meetings, investment promotions, and celebratory events.
As I entered the lobby with Mr. Y, a familiar guest greeted him. I guessed it was a supplier for Mr. Y's company. Judging from the conversation, this meal was arranged outside of the company's budget. I understood; they were the ones paying tonight. So, Mr. Y is our client, are we competitors with this company?
Later, Mr. Y asked me to take the rabbit-shaped stone back and give it to my boss, while I gave the smaller one to Ah Jun. Back at the factory, I didn't actively seek out Mr. Y again; I always had my secretary relay any requests, and she never contacted me directly. Instead, they arranged for a manager to work with me, reporting back daily.
In the private room, at two tables, the four already seated guests appeared to be of higher rank; they merely nodded to Mr. Y without rising. I maintained my smile, unsure where to sit, wondering which one might be my boss's boss. Each one seemed familiar, exuding an air of authority. Later, listening to their conversation, I remembered they were powerful figures in the local news, responsible for the economy.
It wasn't the beginning or end of the year; this meal seemed to have a deeper meaning. Who cares? I was just a nobody. Later, after a drunken night, I learned two things: First, I learned some inside information that had little to do with me, such as that Mayor J of a neighboring city would be taking over after next year's reshuffle; my boss's boss would be transitioning from business to politics; a certain company was going to list on a certain stock exchange and was giving away a certain number of internal shares; a deputy had voluntarily surrendered a famous painting he had accepted as a bribe, but it was proven false, and inside information suggested that they were investigating whether he had intentionally switched the painting... Second, I learned that tequila shouldn't be drunk casually, and certainly shouldn't be mixed with other alcoholic beverages. They mixed drinks.
I, on the other hand, got drunk, completely drunk. The whole thing, from start to finish, took no more than 40 minutes—a quick and easy affair. Four out of the five people at our table got drunk; the only one who didn't was the driver—maybe he really could hold his liquor, or maybe he was just too pretentious. The other table had five elderly people, each with only one glass of tequila. The glasses were very pretty, and it seemed they were going to down it in one gulp right from the start. Then they pulled apart the screen between the two tables, separating us. [The last part is a nonsensical string of characters and doesn't translate directly.]
I drank Y's glass. She didn't introduce me, just handed me the glass. I saw all four glasses on the table were empty, and I understood. I raised my glass in acknowledgment and downed it in one gulp. The taste was very fragrant and strong, but also very spicy.
Looking at the snow-white mound in front of me, it was clearly a size larger, still tender but lacking firmness, and the waist was wider. Although my head was throbbing, this shock immediately sobered me up. I thought, "That's it, rape is a crime that goes to jail!"
(The bosses laughed at this. Y gently patted my back. I leaned in, and she whispered, "How are you feeling? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. What kind of wine is this?")
"Don't push yourself too hard later. The guy across from you who's a bit balding has the lowest alcohol tolerance. When he toasts you, you can drink a little, but make sure you don't pass out. Not passing out is saving face for your boss and your boss's boss." "Got it." Got it my foot! It's obvious that
the bald guy repeatedly invited me to drink. Everyone else called me Manager X, but only the bald guy called me Brother. It was clear he wanted to outdo me! I'll play along! After toasting everyone, I realized the bald guy was gone, but his jacket was still there. I felt relieved. After toasting
the bosses one by one, it was time to clear the room. It seemed my boss's boss wasn't staying at the hotel. I escorted him to the drop-off area at the entrance, where a driver was already waiting. He asked me how I was doing, and I waved my hand, saying I was fine and to have a good trip. I won't go into the drinking process, but I can describe my drunken state afterward.
I watched the car's rear end merge into the traffic and started looking for Boss Y. At that moment, a gust of wind blew, and the image of Boss Y and the black stockings began to sway in front of me. A strong, fishy smell churned in my stomach. I quickly grabbed a potted plant next to me, seemingly still nauseous. I tugged at my collar, pressed my stomach, trying to vomit some more, but nothing came out. Actually, I hadn't eaten much; I'd been busy toasting and being toasted.
At that moment, I desperately wanted to find something, but I couldn't quite remember what I was looking for. Vaguely, a figure in a red tuxedo approached and gently asked if I needed help. Seemingly unable to support me, another figure approached. I spun around in the middle of the figures, not knowing where to go. There seemed to be a "ripping" sound, something was torn apart, followed by a scream. More figures came.
I was stunned. My instinctive reaction was to wonder if something had gone wrong, if I'd caused trouble. Although my legs felt weak, I forced myself to stand firmly with my legs slightly apart, thinking I couldn't fall, I couldn't lose face. One hand was in my pocket, the other patting someone's back. Shoulder to shoulder, he said, "Brother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I drank too much, please forgive me. This is my business card, you can find me..." "My wine glass is shallow, but my feelings are deep, let me toast everyone again..." At that moment, another figure came over, a strong hand on my shoulder, saying to the other figure, "The client requested a designated driver, Xiao Li's receptionist said not to claim compensation." He led me to the parking lot in front of the door and helped me into the back seat of a car. I smelled a familiar
, faint fragrance, it seemed someone was already in the back seat. Although it was hard to keep my eyelids open, I still perked up, straightened my back, and humbly said to the person in the back seat, "I'm sorry to have troubled you, is Baldy alright? He didn't take his coat. I'm very grateful today..." A bitter taste rushed to the tip of my nose, tears welled up, and with the sour smell, "Ugh..." a bitter liquid spurted out, spraying directly into the person's arms... Then it was a series of apologies, apologies, until I fainted. I woke up.
When I opened my eyes again, my head was throbbing. Through the hazy light, I saw a water glass on the bedside table, gulped down two mouthfuls, choked on some, and lay back down. At that moment, I heard the sound of a toilet flushing, and then a small figure flashed out. Squinting, I vaguely saw a white-clad woman in a black skirt. I thought, "Ah Jun is here?"
I put my hand to my forehead and mumbled, "I have a headache..." There seemed to be no response, so I said again with force, "I have a headache..." Only then did a pair of hands touch my forehead. I straightened her head and began massaging her from her brow to her temples, over the top of her head, and then to the back of her forehead. The movements were gentle and soothing. Thinking of Ah Jun, images of our lovemaking flashed through my mind, like fast-forwarded scenes from a movie, accompanied by loud moans that grew faster and faster… I suddenly grabbed the hands that were still kneading her ears, flipped her over, and straddled her. I realized I was completely naked; her hip bones were digging painfully into me. I sat on her soft buttocks, my left elbow pressing against her back.
"What are you doing!" I pressed my broad, thick head against her back and neck, my left hand gripping firmly, and a resistance came from under the pillow. My penis involuntarily hardened, and my little monk instantly stood erect. I ripped off her outer skirt in two quick movements. "Black stockings are so alluring!" The beautiful legs beneath the black stockings were incredibly sexy. I pinched her buttocks—the feel was wonderful! She struggled violently, but I held her down tightly. In my haste, I pulled up her panties with my right hand, and my penis plunged straight into the dark shape between her thighs!
"Spread your arms!" she cried out in alarm. The soft pillow seemed to press down on her, diminishing the penetrating power of her voice. She twisted her head and neck, trying to break free. With that, she bent her thighs, her buttocks swaying from side to side, trying to push my penis out. My raging penis, also eager for its paradise, 　　thrust
left and right. Seeing this, I wrapped my arms around her waist, lifting her buttocks, and forcefully shoved my engorged glans into her vagina! (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly spam/advertisement.)
As she tried to enter, a sharp, stinging pain stopped her jade stem halfway. "Oh...so tight..." Distracted, she pushed hard with both arms, her chin emerging from under the large pillow. "Let go! What are you doing!" This wasn't Ah Jun!
A cold sweat broke out on her back, her mind a jumbled mess. She jumped out of bed, leaning against the wall, her fingers twitching at a row of switches. Instinctively, she tried to turn off the room's spotlights, but accidentally turned on the bedside lamp first. After a flurry of fumbling, the main light went off, but the hallway light came on—these were all multi-control switches. There was no way to avoid it!
"What are you doing!"
"Ms. Y!" I was so shocked my jaw dropped. How could it be Ms. Y? Ms. Y had a spare set of clothes in her car, but I only remembered she was wearing trousers that night, and I didn't recall vomiting all over her. I stood there blankly against the wall, seemingly waiting for judgment and forgetting I was naked. Ms. Y's face was pale with shock. She pulled the corner of the blanket over her lower body. "Turn around." I didn't move, confused. Seeing my vacant eyes, she got out of bed, picked up her skirt, put it on, and went into the bathroom to comb her messy hair. I felt like I'd been thrown into a time vortex; the scene before me was constantly shifting and blurring. I trembled slightly.
Just then, Ms. Y came out, having regained her composure. Seeing my still frightened expression, she told me to wash up, as we were going out for a late-night snack. I walked blankly to the bathroom, turning the water on full blast. I turned on the cold water first, which made me shiver, before realizing I needed to adjust the temperature…
The doorbell rang. Ms. Y didn't come in, but handed me a paper bag. Lang Lingqing was my casual clothes. She herself had changed into a bright orange pleated dress, a small handbag slung over her right shoulder. Tall and curvaceous, she instantly looked 30 again, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. It was a quarter to eleven o'clock when I left home .
That meant my actions just now were considered a drunken slip-up. I was begging for Mr. Y's mercy; surely he wouldn't turn on me, right? Even if I did get involved, I didn't leave any trace... I was anxious the whole way. I took a taxi to a place that seemed to be a bar street. There were only a few pedestrians on the street, and beggars still darted out to beg, startling a fashionable woman who hurriedly avoided me. Her 12-inch high heels were still so strong; I was amazed.
The aroma of cooked food wafted over, and Mr. Y's figure flashed by. I quickly walked over. Wasn't this spicy hot pot? Mr. Y likes this too. The owner didn't call out names, but was busy calling out numbers. A little girl was collecting money at a counter by the porch, on which were colorful printed elementary school textbooks. The food was self-service; I grabbed a few items and followed behind Mr. Y. I checked my pockets and only found a few coins. I couldn't very well return the food.
I'd never bought anything at a night market before; it was dark and gloomy, and I wasn't afraid of overpriced items, just being ripped off. Mr. Y wanted to buy a stone shaped like a rabbit with a pattern. The smiling vendor quoted 999 yuan. I whispered, "Is it artificially painted on? Why is this stone so expensive?"
"The stone isn't worth much, but this (character) is." He was about to reach for his wallet when I noticed the inscription "Linglong Wangyue" (玲珑望月) carved underneath. The light was dim, and it was hard to see clearly without getting close.
I blocked Mr. Y's path. "99 yuan, deal is done, boss, be quick." The stall owner looked hesitant. Before he could answer, I said, "Here, this smaller one is also 99. We'll get a wooden box for the larger one, and we'll take them with us."
"Aunt Gui, you're here." The girl refused to accept Y's money, so Y put a 20-yuan note in the money box and a 100-yuan note in the textbook, telling the girl, "Go with this brother." We chose a table by the outer wall, and the little girl ran over to carefully wipe the table and chairs. After the little girl served the spicy hot pot, Y finally spoke, "I don't remember what happened today. After we finish eating, let's go to the night market." I was stunned for a moment, as if my anxious heart had been warmed by a refreshing rain. "Ah? What happened? Nothing happened, I'm just very drunk."
The stall owner sniffed, and seeing that I had made up my mind, he quickly wrapped the stones for us. "You two are destined to meet!"
"Hehe, we did business together, so of course we're destined to meet." The stall owner seemed to have something to say, but didn't speak.
A week later, before my duty was completed, I was transferred to the nearby city of B for emergency response, where I unexpectedly ran into Y again.

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