Go to Heaven on Earth with the film crew to find prostitutes

Going to a brothel with the film crew to pick up prostitutes
can be considered a sequel to "Fuck at the Film Academy," but both are independent stories.
My major at the film academy was photography, which isn't really related to film. Many of my seniors became photojournalists or opened photo studios after graduation, but I wanted to have more contact with "film" while I was at the academy. After all, I came here because I love film. Well, even though it wasn't a great major.
After having an affair with a girl from the acting department, my desires subsided a bit. After all, university life isn't all about messing around. So I focused on other things I liked. A friend introduced me to a film crew as a still photographer, and I immediately agreed.
It seemed to be a period drama adapted from a famous novel; they even had a TV audition, which was a hot topic in Beijing for a while. The guy who introduced me was from the management department. Through him, I found the production manager, who seemed like the kind of guy who could get things done. So I started working for him, taking photos on set and then handing them over to his junior producers to promote online. The job was pretty easy, and I was happy watching those teenage girls from talent shows. My lustful thoughts started to resurface, but the production manager warned me never to get involved with them. The bosses were powerful, and the girls' backgrounds were unpredictable. If something went wrong, I'd be out of a job… Sigh, I felt like I wasn't decisive enough, too hesitant. The courage I had when I drugged and raped a girl from the acting department was definitely gone.
But honestly, the production manager didn't leave us guys with nothing but sensual pleasures. The next day, he took some of his junior producers, assistants, and me to the infamous nightclub—Heaven on Earth.
After coming to Beijing for university, Heaven on Earth was a household name. It was a legendary place of sexual bliss for men, and my buddies and I often talked about it in our dorm. However, because the prices were too high, we only ever talked about it in our dorm dreams.
That night, around 9 pm, a group of seven or eight of us rode in the film crew's car, looking quite menacing, towards the Heaven on Earth nightclub next to the Great Wall Hotel. Along the way, the production manager lectured us at length, saying that such places were a melting pot of all sorts of people, and that he would be dealing with several big bosses there, so we should all be discerning and quick-witted, so as not to embarrass him. I'm usually pretty quick-witted in this regard, but the other inexperienced producers listened meekly. These guys were all poor kids who hadn't gone to university and weren't from a professional acting background; they were incredibly timid. Although I was a poor student, I at least came from a middle-class and government cadre family.
As soon as I entered, I was stunned. Of course, saying stunned is a bit of an exaggeration, since I also came from a prestigious department, and there were plenty of beautiful girls at my school. But the average quality here was really high; the basic scores for figures and faces were all quite high. So my eyes were immediately captivated. Several girls came to greet us, and I noticed one of them looked familiar. When she saw me, her face darkened, and she immediately looked away. I winked at her slyly—she was a girl from our school, after all.
A few guys, even more clueless than me, followed the production manager into a private room like wooden puppets. The room was huge, seemingly big enough to hold dozens of people, and they were having a party, but no one was singing, just some loud music playing. The production manager cleared his throat and started introducing us to the bosses, saying we were his associates. The bosses didn't really give us a second glance. I couldn't be bothered with them. After a few nods and bows, we all sat down. But it seemed our patron was quite polite today; he patted the butt of a curly-haired, charming girl next to him, telling her to go and call in a few more of his girlfriends.
The production manager whispered to me, "It's good to have someone treating," and then led us to toast. Before we'd even finished one drink, the girls had all rushed in. Those of us with no status didn't even have the right to be picky; we were just randomly assigned seats. Luckily, the girls were all pretty average. The one sitting next to me was taller than me, with a student-style haircut, and looked to be about my age. She was quite pretty, a bit like a young Gong Li, but a little more delicate.
As soon as she sat down, she touched my leg and asked, "Boss, what's your name?" I quickly said I didn't deserve it, explaining that I was just a little follower. She smiled, seemingly not minding, and said her name was Lingling—of course, a fake name, but who cared? Seeing the other guys who came with me responding rather woodenly, I casually grabbed Lingling's chest. Lingling let out a soft moan and glared at me. My hand didn't stop moving. I knew beforehand that they charged 500 yuan for a chat. How could I not take advantage of my benefactor, the big boss, who paid for everything?
I glanced over at the big boss's group; it seemed to be one of their birthdays today. Uh, I just realized there was a female boss among them, dressed in a half-and-half-man, half-woman style—it was really hard to tell at first glance. Probably a lesbian. She looked just like Sister Thirteen from Hung Hing. She was the one celebrating her birthday.
A pile of gifts sat on her table, but she didn't seem to even look at them. The woman sitting next to her, however, seemed to be a real gem!
She wore a leather outfit and a short skirt, with heavy makeup that didn't look like that of a woman of the night. Hmm, seeing that she'd even shaved her eyebrows made her features even more defined and delicate.
She had a bit of a punk vibe, with a few strands of dark red dyed into her long black hair. She had a cool, aloof expression, yet she nestled in the arms of the androgynous Sister Thirteen, adopting a "do whatever you want" attitude. Sister Thirteen and the production manager were chatting happily, but one of her hands was groping inside the punk girl's genitals. I watched as slowly, the punk girl's panties were pulled down.
Lingling, very perceptive, said to me, "Her name is Wenwen, she's my sister. Do you like this type?" I nodded and said, "It's not that you're bad, I just prefer the kind of outfit that looks like a rock-and-roll girl." Lingling giggled and hugged my neck, "You're so cute. Hmm, if you take me out tonight, I can dress like that for you, okay?"
"See?" I replied casually, because I knew their escort fees weren't that simple, and the money I'd earned in the past two weeks working on this film set might not be enough to cover it.
Lingling saw through my thoughts and teased me again, "I can invite Wenwen along. Have you ever tried a threesome? We can kiss you from the front and lick you from the back. How long can you last?"
"Not long," I thought to myself, "Without money, I can't last long in my entire life." This was no small matter.
At this moment, a few more people came in, all delivering things to Thirteen Sister. Thirteen Sister pulled out an LV bag, glanced at it, and then threw it on the table. Wenwen, sitting next to her, seemed quite interested, picking up the bag and examining it closely. Her reaction to being fingered by Thirteen Sister was even stronger; the sounds could be heard. Lingling, not to be outdone, pressed down on my hand that was touching her breasts, letting out a few coquettish moans. Following her lead, I slipped my hand directly under her skirt, teasing the source of the wetness beneath her shorts. My eyes, however, remained fixed on Wenwen across from me, wishing I were Thirteen Sister's finger. We
continued this half-lewd, half-reserved act. I went to the restroom and had a brief chat with the production manager. He had specifically brought us to Heaven on Earth when the big boss was there, mainly because he didn't want to spend money himself. With that explanation, I knew my chances of getting a girl to go out with us today were slim. The big boss treating us to food, drinks, and karaoke was already good enough; paying for prostitution seemed unlikely. Thinking about this, I felt a bit disheartened. Just going first and second base wasn't enough; I felt unsatisfied if I didn't go all the way.
After returning to the private room from the restroom, I found that Lingling had been replaced by another boss, and a girl named Ai'ai was now sitting next to me. Her breasts were much larger than Lingling's, so I had to lean against her and calculate my wallet. I had about 1000 yuan. Taking a girl from Heaven on Earth out for a date was definitely not enough.
I went to Heaven on Earth with the film crew to find prostitutes.
At this moment, Thirteen Sister got up to leave. She tossed the mountain of gifts that others had given her onto the table and laughed at the production manager, "Take your little brothers and divide them up. I can't take any more." The manager grabbed two of the larger-looking boxes and hurriedly stood up to thank them, saying to us, "Aren't you going to thank Boss Zhang?"
"Thank you, Boss Zhang." We all stood up to thank him, and I said those words sincerely to that two-faced guy. Well, because I already had that LV bag in my hand.
I saw Wenwen sitting there awkwardly after Thirteen Sister left, ignored by everyone, and then she walked out the door. I quickly followed her out. I called out to her, "Wenwen!"
Wenwen turned around and looked at me, "Is there something you need?"
"You want this, right?" I waved the bag.
She immediately smiled brightly at me: "I have a few LV bags, but I've always wanted this limited edition one but haven't been able to find it."
"Here, take it. I don't need it anyway."
She said, "So what do you want me to do?"
I laughed: "That's simple, I just want you to 'do' it."
At this moment, Wenwen approached me, very close, pressing her face against mine, and even grabbing my crotch. Wenwen said: "I'm not haggling, this bag is hard to find, but it's not that expensive. It's secondhand, I think its price is only enough for a prostitute. If you want the whole night, you'll have to add 2000."
People always want more, and if I had the chance to spend the whole night, I naturally wouldn't be satisfied with just one time.
I replied: "1500!" That's all.
"Deal." Wenwen smiled and grabbed the bag. She immediately hugged me and started kissing me passionately. Everyone outside the private room was used to this kind of scene, but I was breathless from her strong French kiss.
"I'm going to get my clothes. What kind of uniform do you want me to change into? What do you like?" Wenwen guided my hand under her skirt, and I realized she hadn't put her underwear back on yet; it was still warm and damp… I quickly said I didn't need it, I just liked her rock-and-roll girl look. She smiled and said she'd refine it for me later.
When we went downstairs together, she was not only wearing a punk leather skirt, but also black stockings. She also had a tongue piercing and an eyebrow piercing. She really looked like a rock-and-roll girl. She looked at my surprised expression with a smug smile and said, "If you're going to play the part, play it right."
She pulled me into her car, which was an old-fashioned Mini Cooper. I sighed inwardly; this girl really lived much better than me. I was going to have some serious fun with her later, just to console myself. After driving for a while, I remembered something and told her I needed to stop so I could find an ATM to withdraw money.
With only 1500 yuan in my hand, Wenwen and I went into her apartment. It was a studio apartment on the tenth floor.
As soon as she entered, she said, "I have lots of clothes and tools here. You can choose whichever you like for the whole night, and we'll use it."
I was delighted to see her open a cabinet, which contained various uniforms, dresses, sex toys, and SM props... I picked up a small whip and gave Wenwen, who was flipping through condoms, a whack on the buttocks. She actually let out a moan of enjoyment. Her moan aroused me greatly, and I immediately pushed her to the bedside.
"Brother, don't rush," Wenwen said with a smile, touching my face. Then she helped me lie down and asked, "Do you want to take a bath?"
"No, I've hated taking baths since I was little," I quickly shook my head. Wenwen smiled and lowered her head, biting open my shirt buttons one by one. Her hands roamed all over my body. I felt both itchy and comfortable from her little tongue licking me. My penis was already swollen like a stick. Wenwen licked my chest, her little hands touching my penis through my pants, seemingly encouraging it. And I, holding the whip, would occasionally give her a couple of whacks, listening to her delicate moans.
Then she started licking me vigorously, as if giving me a bath with her tongue. "You're salty," she complained softly.
"You're sweet," I replied, licking her hand in return. She seemed very sensitive and trembled slightly.
Her little tongue had already unzipped my pants, and soon she took my penis into her mouth. That little tongue with the tongue piercing made me unable to extricate myself, and huge waves of pleasure surged through me. I almost ejaculated.
I cupped her face, telling her not to rush, and started to undress her. She understood men's hearts perfectly; her movements as she undressed were like slow motion in a movie, slow and seductive. Finally, I couldn't resist and tore open her leather skirt, revealing her black halter-neck lingerie. I pulled down her bra, took her pink nipple into my mouth, and sucked hard. I probably used a lot of force, because her moans clearly showed that she was in pain. I didn't show any mercy and lost my rough nature. Without waiting for enough lubrication, I put two fingers into her dry vulva. She screamed repeatedly, seemingly experiencing no pleasure whatsoever. But her professional instincts kept her going as I ravaged her. Finally, slightly exhausted, I let her straddle me, and I immediately noticed her little tongue probing my anus—a place I'm incredibly sensitive to. My whole body went numb as she sucked on me. It felt like a demoness was gathering my vital essence—damn, what a terrible analogy. My
desire flared, and I immediately mounted her, grabbing her forelegs and exposing her entire vulva. Her flower bud, already oozing plenty of lustful fluid, opened wide for me, and I thrust inside.
"So beautiful," she cried out, "Being fucked by you, brother, is so blissful!"
What a lying bitch, though her words were so hypocritical, they excited me. I thrust harder a few more times, and she screamed even louder. I made her lean against our French windows, looking at the dim streetlights. I fucked her hard from behind.
Ahhhhh…brother, fuck me harder, Wenwen loves being fucked by you.
I especially loved hearing her talk like that, so I intensified my thrusts. Wenwen's upper body was pressed against the glass, and she rubbed her clitoris with her hand, her nails occasionally pricking my penis, which only made the pain more intense as I thrust in and out. I wanted this girl to moan louder. "
I want brother, uh uh uh uh..." she was already making strange sounds... "Fuck me harder."
I excitedly ejaculated all my semen in one go. Only ten minutes, that was a bit too fast. Luckily, I had the whole night. I pulled her back to bed and fingered her for a while until she shouted that she had reached orgasm. Then I made her give me a "dragon drill" to wake up my penis. Then we did it again in the bathroom in hot water... Around dawn, I had her change into a schoolgirl outfit and did it again.
Each time it lasted longer than the last, and the last time it was almost an hour before I ejaculated, and I was getting a little anxious. Who knew that Wenwen would take my penis to her mouth and vigorously tease it with her tongue a few times, and I ejaculated on her face. That's really professional.
I held her as we slept until noon. After getting up, we went to a small restaurant for lunch. In the end, I only gave her 1000 yuan besides the bag; after all, I still needed to take a taxi back to the film set and make ends meet for the next two weeks. I gave my phone number to Wenwen, but she never called. She also gave me her number, but I didn't contact her.
A long time later, I think we bumped into each other at Yansha. I was with a female companion, and she was with her boyfriend. We both pretended not to know each other. Yeah, it's good that it's like this.

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