The young woman working for the power company (1)

The Young Woman from the Power Company
(7500 words)
Chapter 1
In July, the provincial power company came to Z Prefecture for an inspection. Today was the last day of the inspection, and Z Prefecture Power Company hosted a banquet. Although it was called a working meal, the scale was actually very high for the local area. The entire banquet hall was brightly lit, and the fine wines and exquisite dishes on the table fully demonstrated Z Prefecture Power Company's status in the area.
General Manager Wang of the Z Prefecture branch was in his fifties, a plump man who wasn't very tall, with a slightly protruding belly. His eyes, hidden behind glasses, were small but sharp, and he looked like a domineering person.
Today was the last day of the inspection. In fact, it was less of an inspection and more of an affirmation of General Manager Wang's work results. Everyone knew General Manager Wang's relationship with the provincial authorities. The so-called inspection was just a formality. Even the provincial company's general manager had to show General Manager Wang some respect. Would the subordinates dare to make trouble?
The atmosphere at the banquet was very lively, and everyone was speaking quite casually. General Manager Wang was in a good mood today. Everything had been settled, and the people from the provincial company had given him a lot of face. Now it was time to relax. For President Wang, besides power, women were his greatest interest.
Tonight's banquet was actually about a woman named Zhang Li.
Zhang Li had long, jet-black hair, a petite figure, and fair skin. Although she was forty, she was very well-maintained and a well-known beauty in the provincial power company; many male colleagues fantasized about her. In President Wang's eyes, this woman had something more special. She wasn't his subordinate; she came from the provincial company. Her expression was always reserved yet somewhat arrogant. From the first day he saw Zhang Li, he had his eye on her.
Tonight, she was dressed for work: a black short blazer over a gray sleeveless shirt, revealing a glimpse of her white breasts. A silver necklace paired with a corset made her breasts appear full and firm. She wore a black skirt that just reached her knees, and black stockings encased her shapely thighs, revealing an alluring sheen.
On her feet were a pair of exquisite black high heels, about twelve centimeters high, which accentuated her curvaceous figure. Her hair was elegantly styled in an updo, and two strings of crystal earrings adorned her ears. This was Mr. Wang's favorite attire, exuding a dignified yet subtly sexy charm. He could already picture her panting softly as he made love to her in bed.
At this moment, Zhang Li maintained her aloof demeanor, sitting quietly to one side, watching others clink glasses. Perhaps trying to flatter Mr. Wang, the company executive accompanying her said to Zhang Li, "Mr. Wang from Z State is a very influential general manager in our company; you should go and toast him."
Zhang Li was dismissive of this toast; she found such social obligations meaningless. Moreover, Mr. Wang's gaze held an inexplicable depth, making her feel vaguely uneasy, yet unable to articulate it. However, it wasn't appropriate to directly refuse her superior's request, and Mr. Wang had already arrived at her table; further delay would be awkward.
She had no choice but to raise her glass, smiling at Mr. Wang, and say, "Mr. Wang, everyone has heard about your abilities. Thank you for your hospitality."
Mr. Wang laughed and said, "Not at all, it's just my colleagues exaggerating. But I'm flattered that Miss Zhang also recognizes my abilities. Actually, my abilities aren't limited to work. Given the chance, I'd like to demonstrate my other skills to Miss Zhang, haha."
Mr. Wang's words were double-edged, almost flirtatious, and Zhang Li blushed slightly. Fortunately, everyone had drunk quite a bit, and not many people paid attention to the hidden meaning in Mr. Wang's words to Zhang Li.
After finishing his glass of baijiu, Mr. Wang showed no sign of leaving.
"Xiao Zhang, this is your first time in Zzhou, you should at least have three drinks as a sign of respect. You don't look down on Zzhou, do you? Or have we not been hospitable enough, making our Miss Zhang reluctant to drink a few glasses?"
"Mr. Wang, I really can't drink."
"There's no such thing as someone who can't drink, only someone who doesn't want to. What, do you think I'm too old?" Mr. Wang said, feigning anger with a hint of ambiguity.
"Mr. Wang, that's not what I meant." Zhang Li was subtly displeased by Mr. Wang's insistence,
but she didn't say much. Mr. Wang persisted, and although Zhang Li repeatedly said she couldn't drink, she still drank several glasses. Her head was a little dizzy and hot. Under the influence of the alcohol, Zhang Li's face became unusually radiant under the light, possessing both the maturity of a forty-year-old woman and an indescribable shyness, leaving Mr. Wang somewhat stunned.
The colleagues nearby teased, saying that Xiao Zhang seemed a little tired today, and suggested that Mr. Wang take her back to the hotel.
Although Zhang Li felt somewhat uncomfortable, seeing that no one around her showed any sign of leaving, and realizing she had drunk quite a bit and wanted to go back to the hotel to lie down, she didn't insist too much. The
black Audi A8 silently sped through the city highway. Zhang Li lay half-asleep in the spacious back seat, her black skirt riding up to her knees, revealing a glimpse of her full thighs, which, encased in stockings, exuded an alluring, almost sinful, temptation. The alcohol made Zhang Li's heart beat faster than usual; her rapid breathing caused her chest to heave, and she felt unbearably hot.
Mr. Wang, watching, couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. He longed to reach inside Zhang Li's clothes and touch those breasts that belonged only to her husband. He never expected there to be such a stunning beauty in the provincial company.
From the elevated highway, the entire city of Z looked shimmering with lights. Mr. Wang glanced at Zhang Li beside him; her eyes were still half-closed. The car was quiet, a quiet tinged with ambiguity.
Mr. Wang placed his right hand on the leather seat, intentionally or unintentionally brushing the back of his hand against Zhang Li's thigh.
Zhang Li sensed Mr. Wang's movements and felt a surge of nervousness. It seemed Mr. Wang wasn't exactly a gentleman. On one hand, the alcohol left her weak; on the other hand, she was in Mr. Wang's car and had no way to escape. She could only shift her legs slightly, her eyes still closed.
She really didn't want to meet Mr. Wang's gaze. With a woman's instinct, she could sense that his eyes were filled with a peculiar desire unique to men for women. She just hoped the journey would be over quickly. Mr. Wang didn't go too far, because soon he would possess this woman at will, using his masculine strength.
The City Hotel was the most luxurious five-star hotel in Z Prefecture, and Mr. Wang personally arranged the accommodations and transportation for the provincial company staff. On the way, he called the hotel's general manager, instructing him to prepare the presidential suite on the top floor. This suite was actually a very special place for Mr. Wang in Z Prefecture, a place where no one could disturb him. Once the door closed, it was completely isolated from the world; no matter what happened, no one would know.
The car arrived at the hotel and had barely stopped when a receptionist eagerly opened the door. Mr. Wang, supporting Zhang Li by the arm, helped her out of the car.
A gust of cold wind made Zhang Li feel dizzy, and she stumbled, involuntarily leaning against Mr. Wang. Mr. Wang then casually put an arm around Zhang Li's shoulder, pulling her close like an intimate couple.
Although Zhang Li felt uncomfortable, she was too dizzy to resist and could only follow Mr. Wang's lead. Mr. Wang's excitement grew, and he half-dragged, half-carried Zhang Li into the elevator that led directly to the suite.
The suite was indeed luxurious. The thick carpet was soft and silent underfoot. The room was also uniquely decorated; the European-style furniture, under the soft light of the crystal chandelier, exuded a special kind of opulence. The most unique feature was the several enormous mirrors along the walls, stretching from the floor to the ceiling. Opposite them was a sofa almost as large as the bed.
Mr. Wang helped the half-drunk Zhang Li to the side, then helped her lean against the sofa. At this moment, Zhang Li, wearing a short skirt, stockings, and high heels, had a flushed face, half-closed eyes, and a delicate yet alluring charm—very sexy.
Mr. Wang felt a surge of heat in his lower body. He liked women wearing high heels, especially women wearing stockings and high heels while he was with her.
He casually sat down next to Zhang Li and asked with concern, "Xiao Zhang, how are you? Feeling better?" As he spoke, his leg intentionally or unintentionally brushed against the stockings under Zhang Li's short skirt.
"I'm fine, I'll be fine after a rest," Zhang Li said, looking down.
"It's hot in here, come on, take off your coat." Without waiting for Zhang Li's objection, he grabbed her arm with one hand and reached behind her back with the other to help her remove her black blazer.
Zhang Li was wearing a grey silk sleeveless blouse underneath; the fabric was soft and form-fitting, almost revealing the shape of her bra. Her exposed arms were smooth and delicate, a testament to a woman who took good care of herself—a typical demure young woman.
Mr. Wang's hand remained gripping Zhang Li's arm, but he pressed himself against her, his heavy breath washing over her smooth shoulder, carrying a strong smell of smoke.
Zhang Li tried her best to retreat to the corner of the sofa. "Mr. Wang, what are you doing...?"
Mr. Wang's hand stroked Zhang Li's arm up and down. "Little Zhang, I've liked you since the first moment I saw you tonight. I'll call your old Zhao tomorrow and have you transferred here soon."
Zhang Li's face flushed red. "Mr. Wang, what are you saying? I'm fine now, who said I was going to transfer?"
She tried to control her emotions, but her coquettish and slightly angry look made Mr. Wang's heart itch with desire.
"If you transfer here, we can be together every day." Mr. Wang said with a smirk.
"Mr. Wang, you're joking." "
Haha, I'm not joking. I know your old Zhao very well, it's just a matter of a phone call."
"No, I'm fine now." Zhang Li said hurriedly.
"I'll make you even better. I can tell you've been through this before, you're the kind of woman I like, don't leave tonight." As Mr. Wang spoke, he placed one hand on Zhang Li's knee and pressed it down hard.
Zhang Li had heard more or less about the boss harassing female subordinates in the power company. But she never expected the same thing to happen to her. For a moment, Zhang Li panicked, and the alcohol sobered her up considerably.
"Mr. Wang, no… no…" Zhang Li grabbed Mr. Wang's hands tightly, trying to stand up.
"It's okay, it's just the two of us tonight, what's there to be shy about…" Mr. Wang grabbed her, his hand moving down her knee to her thigh.
Zhang Li's thighs were firm and full, smooth and warm under her stockings.
"Come on, let me touch them…" Mr. Wang's words and actions became increasingly brazen.
"Mr. Wang, please don't do this, I have a husband." Sensing Mr. Wang's increasingly inappropriate behavior, Zhang Li resisted while pleading.
"What does it matter? A woman as beautiful as you, what man wouldn't be tempted? Tonight I'll let you taste the pleasures of being a woman." As he spoke, his hand continued to forcefully spread Zhang Li's legs, moving towards her crotch.
"What are you doing?" Zhang Li hadn't expected Mr. Wang to go so far. She tried to squeeze her legs together, desperately trying to avoid Mr. Wang's further advances.
"Oh, what's wrong with just a touch?" Mr. Wang's tone became somewhat roguish. One hand pressed Zhang Li down on the sofa, his leg trapping hers, while his other hand continued to reach towards her crotch.
"Mr. Wang, no, you can't!"
"Don't be shy, ah..."
Mr. Wang finished speaking and flipped over, embracing Zhang Li. He pinned her firmly beneath him. His plump lips pressed against Zhang Li's face. His knees forcefully spread and pressed Zhang Li's legs apart, then his hand reached for Zhang Li's genitals, covering them and rubbing them vigorously.
At this moment, Zhang Li was completely in a state of confusion. Her suit jacket was completely torn open, and her gray shirt was pulled up above her lower abdomen, revealing her white silk bra underneath. Mr. Wang's hand reached inside and forcefully grabbed one of Zhang Li's breasts.
Her breasts weren't large, but they were firm and didn't sag at all. Her small nipples were still a little pink, unlike the dark ones of many middle-aged women. Mr. Wang skillfully circled her nipples with his palm, the slight friction sending electric shocks through Zhang Li's body. Despite her best efforts to resist, she couldn't help but let out a low moan, "Oh..."
While touching Zhang Li's breasts, Mr. Wang licked her neck and face with his tongue. Zhang Li turned her head, trying to push Mr. Wang away.
In the large mirror, the man's obese body pressed heavily against the woman, her skirt already lifted to her waist in the struggle. Her two long, muscular legs were completely exposed, spread wide apart. Her feet, clad in delicate high heels, struggled weakly and haphazardly on the carpet. Mr. Wang forcefully pressed her hands against the back of the sofa. Her body writhed beneath him like a snake. The quiet presidential suite was filled only with the woman's low moans and the man's heavy breathing.
"Baby, I've missed you so much. I can't live tonight without you." Mr. Wang said, reaching his hand inside Zhang Li's panties and pressing his index and middle fingers against her labia, stroking them up and down.
"No…!" Zhang Li was truly terrified. She struggled violently, but the more she struggled, the more excited Mr. Wang became. His hands, like iron clamps, made Zhang Li feel like his arms were about to be crushed. The intense pain made her unable to resist, leaving her only able to plead with a sob, "Please, don't…"
But this only fueled Mr. Wang's animalistic desires. With a hiss, he ripped open Zhang Li's stockings. He pulled down her small panties and inserted his fingers into her vagina. Zhang Li didn't have much pubic hair, and her two plump labia, like seashells, tightly gripped Mr. Wang's fingers.
"Looks like you don't do much with your husband, your vagina is still so tight." Mr. Wang kissed Zhang Li's breasts while lewdly groping her genitals.
The thought of another man wantonly violating her most private parts was something Zhang Li couldn't accept, a consequence of her upbringing. Summoning a sudden burst of strength, she forcefully pushed Mr. Wang away with her knee, rolled over, and ran towards the door.
Mr. Wang didn't chase after her. "What? Where do you think you're going? If you run out like this, who will believe you were alright tonight?"
His words struck Zhang Li like a hammer blow, slamming her against the doorframe. Her hand, gripping the doorknob, was too weak to turn. Yes, her coat was still on the sofa, and all the buttons on her shirt had fallen off in the struggle. How could she face anyone after walking out half-naked like this?
Just as Zhang Li hesitated, Mr. Wang appeared behind her, grabbed her waist, and shoved her back.
In the center of the room was a large round dining table, with fresh roses on it. Mr. Wang pulled Zhang Li to the table, shoved her from behind, and the force of the impact slammed her heavily onto the table, her face hitting the glass surface with a sharp pain. But Mr. Wang seemed oblivious, pressing down hard on Zhang Li's back with one hand and forcefully ripping off her short skirt with the other. Her
thighs, clad in black stockings, were completely exposed to Mr. Wang's view. Today, Zhang Li was wearing 12-centimeter black high heels, which made her legs taut, her upper body slumped on the table, her entire body posed in a very lewd L-shape. Her buttocks were raised high, as if waiting for a man…
Mr. Wang stroked Zhang Li's round buttocks back and forth while unbuckling his belt. His penis was already fully erect, thick and long, the dark red glans with bulging veins appearing even more ferocious against Zhang Li's snow-white buttocks. Zhang Li lay on the table, no longer having the strength to resist. She could only silently shed tears. Hearing the rustling sound of someone unbuckling a belt behind her, she knew she couldn't escape this ordeal tonight.
"Please, Mr. Wang, let me go..." Zhang Li pleaded in her final moments.
Mr. Wang ignored her pleas, yanking her panties down to her knees, then pressing his lower abdomen against hers, his long, hot penis between them.
Zhang Li twisted her body, trying to escape. The pubic hair rubbed against Mr. Wang's penis, the tingling, itchy stimulation sending his desire to a new level. He pressed one hand firmly against her back, spread her legs wide, and with his other hand, he gripped his penis, aiming it at her.
Feeling Mr. Wang's hot member against her most intimate area, Zhang Li burst into tears. A work dinner had turned into being raped by her boss, and she was still wearing her usual work suit—the contrast left her mind in turmoil.
With a forceful thrust of his hips, Mr. Wang's thick glans inch by inch squeezed into Zhang Li's vagina. Whether it was nervousness, dryness, or simply the sheer size of Mr. Wang's penis, Zhang Li felt a tearing pain in her lower body and cried out.
Just hours earlier, Zhang Li had been so reserved at the dinner table, but now she was disheveled, slumped over the edge, her snow-white buttocks raised high, a thick, dark penis fully inserted into her tight vagina. She wore sexy black high heels, and the tight stockings and panties prevented her legs from fully opening, but instead made her lower body grip Mr. Wang's penis even more tightly.
Mr. Wang felt as if a small mouth was biting his hard penis, and he couldn't help but inhale comfortably. After all, she was a married woman, different from prostitutes; the feeling of penetration was completely different.
All Zhang Li could do at this moment was groan, cry, and plead intermittently. She had completely given up resisting. The man behind her was relentlessly thrusting, his thick, non-husband-like penis pounding into her body again and again. Her large hands gripped her breasts tightly, pinching her nipples hard. Her bra had been ripped off by Mr. Wang and was lying on the floor. She was bent over in a large bow shape, and the only sound in the room was the slapping of flesh against flesh.
"How about that? Do you know how powerful I am? Still pretending? You're just a slut. I wanted to fuck you while we were drinking." Mr. Wang vented his pleasure with the crudest language as he thrust in and out.
"No..." Zhang Li cried.
"Slap, slap, slap," Mr. Wang thrust hard, with large movements, the sound of flesh hitting flesh was exceptionally clear in the empty room. Because of her high, thin heels, Zhang Li could only stand on tiptoe, trying her best to maintain her balance under Mr. Wang's powerful thrusts. Her heels were off the ground, only the toes barely touching the surface. Her waist was bent even lower.
Gradually, with the intense thrusting, Zhang Li's lower body shifted from pain to physiological stimulation, and her crying turned into suppressed moans, "Oh, oh..." After all, she was a married woman; her previous resistance stemmed from the protection of her chastity. Now, all of that was gone. Her body had been possessed by another man, and resistance was meaningless. Physiological stimulation gradually
took over. Sensing the change in the woman beneath him, Mr. Wang changed his approach. He no longer thrust forcefully, but pressed tightly against Zhang Li's buttocks, squeezing his penis in as far as possible, pressing it against the inside, and then began to rotate it up and down. Wave after wave of stimulation gradually blurred Zhang Li's consciousness, and her moans grew louder and faster. After a few forceful thrusts, Mr. Wang slowly pulled his penis out, then turned and pressed Zhang Li to the floor.
At this moment, Mr. Wang had removed all of Zhang Li's clothes, leaving only black stockings and high heels on her feet. Kneeling on the carpet, her buttocks raised high, glistening alluringly under the light, a tuft of dark pubic hair and pink labia could be vaguely seen between her legs, slightly red from the continuous thrusting, glistening with Mr. Wang's bodily fluids. Touching Zhang Li's buttocks, Mr. Wang aimed at her again, bent over, and thrust inside. It was
even warmer and wetter inside. Each thrust felt like being enveloped by the fleshy walls. Mr. Wang shortened the frequency, but increased the amplitude of each thrust, pulling out deeply before plunging back in, his dark thighs pressing directly against Zhang Li's buttocks.
After several thrusts, Zhang Li was exhausted, collapsing onto the floor, her arms and legs spread wide. Zhang Li could feel Mr. Wang's penis growing harder, like a red-hot iron rod, each thrust piercing deep into her body, painful because he was using so much force.
Mr. Wang grew increasingly excited, his movements faster and faster, the woman's cries completely turning into moans. The snow-white flesh on the dark red carpet was a massive vortex of desire. With each thrust, Mr. Wang's penis felt a different kind of allure and sensuality than the hostesses sent by clients to nightclubs—lascivious but not wanton.
Zhang Li lay on the floor, feeling as if Mr. Wang's penis was about to shred her. This seemingly respectable leader was now possessing her like a demon, repeatedly taking her body. The shame she felt towards her husband, the resentment towards Mr. Wang, and the physical stimulation all drove her to the brink of madness.
Mr. Wang's movements became larger and faster, his erection growing harder. Zhang Li could feel the man was about to ejaculate, but Mr. Wang showed no sign of withdrawing.
She struggled with all her might, and as a surge of heat violently impacted the depths of her body, Mr. Wang stopped, collapsing onto her back, panting heavily.
Zhang Li finally had the strength to push him away, staggered into the bathroom, locked the door, and, tears streaming down her face, turned on the tap and rinsed herself vigorously, feeling incredibly dirty. She had often heard colleagues talk about the messy affairs between company leaders and female subordinates, and she had always been disdainful, but now she herself was experiencing it…
It took her a long time to emerge from the bathroom.
Mr. Wang was sitting on the sofa smoking, his usual sinister demeanor returning. Looking at Zhang Li's red and swollen eyes, he said dismissively, "Little Zhang, think positively. What's done is done, what's there to be upset about? Relax, from now on, you'll have a good time with me."
Zhang Li glared at Mr. Wang resentfully.
"Little Zhang, I really like you. I've kept a record of everything that happened tonight. Think carefully about the job transfer."
"Mr. Wang, what did you say…" Zhang Li didn't react immediately.
Mr. Wang smiled sinisterly, turned on the TV remote, and a scene of a man riding on a woman appeared on the screen. The loudspeaker emitted a woman's moans and a man's panting; it was the scene of Boss Wang raping her just moments before.
"What...what do you want?"
"Nothing much, just hoping you'll come visit more often, Xiao Zhang." Mr. Wang said with a smile, his lecherous eyes behind his glasses fixed on Zhang Li as if she were naked.
Zhang Li then realized she had fallen into a terrible trap.
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