Flower Picking in the Mountain City

My First Trial of the Trade:

A year ago, in the summer, I went on a business trip to Chongqing with Deputy Director Wang from our institute. We stayed at a hotel in the city center. That very evening, someone called asking if I wanted any escort services. I was showering at the time, and when Director Wang answered the phone, he naturally refused outright and hung up immediately. When I came out, he was still muttering, "What kind of person do they take me for? They're shameless!" I thought to myself, "What a hypocrite! He secretly bought a pornographic book on the train, read it more than once, and even wrapped it in newspaper. He's probably just hoping for escort services!"

Two days later, two of my college classmates, Qiang and Gang, came to visit. One worked in sales at a company, and the other in purchasing; both were well-known figures in the underworld. That evening, the three of us ate hot pot, drank beer, and chatted about our college days, having a very enjoyable time.

Around nine o'clock, after a satisfying meal, I wanted to go back to the hotel to rest, but Qiang said, "It's too early, let's go to a karaoke bar." Gang also said, "Let's go, Mr. Liu, let's see what a karaoke bar in Chongqing is like." I thought: A karaoke bar is just a karaoke room, right? We have one in our office, but the sound system isn't very good. We've also booked out other places before, and of course, the environment is better than our office's. Let's go!

We took a taxi, and after about half an hour, we arrived at a place I still don't know where it is. After getting out of the car, we made a few turns, and the two men led me to a small building. It was very dark inside, and I stood at the door for a while before my eyes adjusted to the light. The room was about seventy square meters, rectangular in shape. To the left of the entrance was a small bar, and directly opposite the entrance were several rows of train-car-shaped seats. To the left of that was a small dance floor. The innermost part was blocked by a screen, so I couldn't see clearly. There were three or four women sitting near the entrance.

As soon as I entered, the proprietress (the ladies are called "niangniang," I don't know how to write those two characters) greeted me with great enthusiasm. The proprietress was very young and beautiful. Clearly, Qiang and Gang were regulars here. Gang pointed at me and said to the proprietress, "This is my friend's first time here. Find him a nice girl." The proprietress was very welcoming; she immediately came over, took my hand, and said, "No problem, no problem." She led me to my seat in the train carriage, and soon a girl brought over two cups of tea and a plate of melon seeds, and lit a small candle on the table.

A little while later, the proprietress brought over a girl (hereinafter referred to as Miss A). Although the light was dim, I could still tell that this girl was quite pretty, with an oval face, cherry lips, long flowing hair, and wearing a light-colored sleeveless dress. I sat inside, and Miss A sat outside, about ten centimeters apart. We started chatting casually. She spoke Sichuan dialect, and I spoke Mandarin, which was a little awkward, but luckily I could understand some Sichuan dialect.

After a while, a woman dancing with Qiang Lou passed by us. Seeing us like this, he stopped and said to A, "How long have you been doing this? Why are you doing this?" As he spoke, he pushed A closer to me, pressing her against me; then he pulled my left hand to A's shoulder, lifted A's right leg and placed it on my left leg, and pulled my right hand to A's chest.

I was quite natural at first, but after he did this, my penis (need I explain?) immediately became erect. A's right leg was right on top of it, and she felt it, reaching out her right hand to touch it, laughing and saying, "So hard!"

Ladies and gentlemen, I, Liu Zhihui, have never touched another woman except my wife. Although I've fantasized about it, I've never had the courage, especially since I wasn't mentally prepared at all today. Driven by reason, I withdrew my hands, pulled her leg back, and quickly lowered my head to drink my tea.

A was quite generous, saying, "Is this your first time, brother? What are you afraid of? Just have some fun, let's dance."

We went into the dance floor. At first, I was very proper, using the standard ballroom dancing posture. But then I saw Qiang dancing next to me, tightly hugging the girl's waist, pressing his face against hers, and swaying slowly—that wasn't dancing at all! Watching, my grip loosened a little.

That girl, A, was quick-witted; she pressed herself against me, first touching my still-erect penis, then smiled sweetly, and then wrapped her arms tightly around my waist. I had no choice but to hold her back, and we swayed to the rhythm of the music on the dance floor. Passing a seat, I saw Gang hugging and kissing a girl, one hand inside her skirt. My heart pounded, and my mind went blank.

The song ended, and we returned to our seats. I maintained my politeness, letting A sit first, and I sat on the outside. We didn't speak, just sat there silently. I went to the restroom, and damn it! After I finished peeing, my penis was still erect.

Just then, my two classmates came over. Gang had just pulled a girl to dance when Qiang sat down next to me and asked, "You've never been here before?"

"Never. Why didn't you tell me before you came?"

"In Chongqing, 'shangka ting' means playing with prostitutes. Let me tell you, it's very cheap here. 'Vegetarian' is only 50 yuan, 'meat' is 100 yuan."

"What does that mean?"

"Vegetarian means you can touch them anywhere. 'Meat' means sex, you know?"

"I know, I know." I thought to myself, thank goodness I've read porn.

"If you want sex, go inside. There are many private rooms behind the screens. Once you're inside, lower the curtain, and everyone will know there's someone inside."

"What if the police arrest me?"

"Don't worry, it's absolutely safe."

"What if I get a disease?"

"Don't worry about that. We know the owner very well. None of the girls here are prostitutes or have diseases. Now that you're here, relax a little." As soon as

Qiang left, Gang immediately brought the girl back. Having probably just finished working on the prostitute, Miss A sat on me as soon as she came back. But my penis was still erect, and it hurt her sitting on it. I let out an "Oh," and she noticed. She turned and sat beside me, letting me put my left arm around her. She touched my erection; my pants were already wet. She dipped a finger in the wet substance and touched my nose, saying, "You're amazing." Then she unzipped my pants and reached inside to touch my penis. Instantly, my blood rushed to my head, and I turned her face towards me, taking her red cherry lips into my mouth…

Unfortunately, Miss A let me suck on her lips, but she didn't respond. I put my tongue inside, only touching a few teeth, which immediately dampened my interest. Having started, I couldn't just end it like this! I loosened my belt, letting her touch me more comfortably (unfortunately, I was wearing a small pair of briefs that day); I then unzipped her back and unhooked her bra, wanting to touch her breasts, but she zipped her back up again. My hand slipped under her chest, touching her small, round, firm breasts. I gently pinched her nipples with my thumb and forefinger, then kneaded her entire breast with my palm—it felt wonderful.

Because her clothes were tucked into my arm, I couldn't move freely. I pulled my hand out and slipped it under her skirt, slowly stroking her thigh from her knee. As I stroked her, I kissed her face; she let me do as I pleased, like a wooden statue. But I was already lost in the moment. My hand had reached her inner thigh, touching her panties. I explored them through the fabric, then quickly slipped inside, gently scratching her pubic hair a few times, then lightly massaging her labia majora with two fingers.

At that moment, Miss A leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Let's go inside." Actually, my penis was already painfully erect, and I couldn't wait to penetrate her. So I got up, fastened my belt, and she led me behind the screen.

Behind the screen were four small cubicles, but no lights were on, so I couldn't see them clearly. Three of the cubicles had their curtains drawn, so we went into the one without. By the light from outside, I could vaguely make out a long chair that looked like a single bed, and a small bedside table.

Once inside, A casually lowered the curtain, and I eagerly embraced her, reaching to undress her. A clutched her clothes tightly, repeatedly saying, "No, no, you can't take your clothes off. If the police see us, it'll be terrible." She pushed me to sit at one end of the bench, took off her shorts, stuffed them into the pocket of her dress, then lay down at the other end of the bench, spread her legs, and said, "Come on!"

Upon hearing the word "police," I shuddered. I had finally climbed to the position of department head; if I made a fool of myself, wouldn't I be finished? I stood there hesitating, my mind racing with all sorts of possible consequences.

Miss A grew impatient, got up, pulled me closer, and said, "Hurry up!" Her hand reached up to unbuckle my belt. I asked, "Should I take off my pants?" She replied, "Don't, hurry up!" Then she lay back down and got into position. Her urging made me anxious too. I loosened my belt, pulled my penis out from under my underwear, and quickly lay on top of her, inserting it...

Readers: This Miss A is cunning. She knew it was my first time, knew I was inexperienced, and was deliberately trying to make things difficult for me. Imagine, I was wearing tight underwear, wasn't it uncomfortable? It wasn't convenient for movement either! As a result, I had barely penetrated her, and after only a few thrusts, I ejaculated! Not shot, I came. I'd never experienced anything like this before! I collapsed onto her in distress.

As soon as she saw I'd fired my "firework" (a euphemism for a dud), she shoved me aside, pulled out a roll of toilet paper from somewhere, gave me some, tore off a few to wipe her crotch, then pulled up her pants and said, "Let's go out."

"What's the rush? Play a little longer."

"Niangniang said we have to leave immediately after we're done, to make room for the people behind us."

Damn it, every word she said made sense. I was being led by the nose by her now, with no choice. I quickly pulled up my pants, listlessly walked out, and returned to my original seat. We just sat there, dumbfounded, me holding her hand, neither of us saying a word.

A few minutes later, she pulled her hand back and said, "It's okay, I'm leaving."

I said irritably, "Go ahead."

"Then give it to me."

"Give you what?"

"Money."

"Isn't it for the proprietress?"

"We only give it to the girls here."

"Okay, how much?"

"350."

"What?" I was furious: "My friend told me that the price here is only 100 for 'meat'! Are you kidding me?!"

"My price is 350."

"Forget it, I won't give you that much. 150 at most."

"Then I'll go find Niangniang."

A got up and found the proprietress, who then found Qiang and Gang. After they understood the situation, Qiang and Gang immediately reprimanded A, while the proprietress smiled apologetically and explained that the price had to be agreed upon first, and now she couldn't do anything about it, so she told me to give 200.

Seeing this, I thought, "Just accept it." I took out two 100-yuan bills from my wallet and handed them to Miss A. Damn it, she actually tested the authenticity of the money. After confirming everything was correct, she lifted her skirt in front of us, stuffed the money into her waistband, and said to me, "Thank you, brother," before turning and leaving. The proprietress kept apologizing, promising I'd be satisfied next time.

The second time

, I was still as sharp as ever. There were no plans for Saturday, so I accepted an invitation to dinner at Gang's house; Qiang's family was also there. Around 8 PM, we were playing mahjong when the phone rang. It was Old Wang calling from the hotel. He said in a tearful voice, "Director Liu, something's happened to me! Please come back quickly!"

I was startled; my heart jumped into my throat. Old Wang always called me "Little Liu," so this was a sure sign something was wrong. I hurriedly asked, "Director Wang, are you sick?"

"No, it's worse than sick. Come back quickly, don't let your friends know." I hung up, quickly apologized to everyone, then rushed downstairs, hailed a taxi, and hurriedly drove to the hotel. All the way, I kept thinking: What could have happened?

Old Wang is nearly fifty. He joined our research institute after graduating from university and has worked there for almost thirty years. He's very capable and a star employee. He has a lot of prestige in the institute, but he's too blunt and has offended many people, so he's been the deputy director for several years but hasn't been promoted. He doesn't seem to care or hold it against me. This time, he came to Chongqing, originally planning to fly, but he said he wasn't in a hurry and wanted to save time, so he decided to take the train. I actually respect him quite a bit.

As I was thinking this, the train arrived, and I rushed to the room. The door was ajar. I pushed it open and saw Old Wang sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a vest and shorts, his head drooping. There were two other unfamiliar men sitting on the sofa in the room. As soon as I entered, the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa stood up and asked, "Are you Director Liu?"

"Yes, I am. And you are...?"

"My surname is Liu, and I work in the hotel's security department. This is Xiao Ma, also from our security department."

"Oh, what happened?"

"Your colleague seduced one of our hotel's employees into prostitution, and we caught him red-handed. We've already taken the employee back to the security department, and we were going to send him to the police station. He begged and pleaded, saying he wanted to wait for the leaders to return."

"Really?"

"Ask him himself. We have photos too."

Need I even ask? When I came in, Old Wang immediately covered his face with his hands; I already guessed it. He was clever enough not to say he was my superior, but rather that I was his leader.

I quickly pulled out a cigarette, lit it for them, and whispered to him, "Section Chief Liu, could you be lenient? Let's skip the police station and let our security department handle it. Could you think of a workaround to avoid making a big deal out of it and prevent it from getting back to our unit? This comrade is a key member of our unit, always performing very well; he just made a mistake this time. He's very concerned about his reputation, and if things get out of hand, I'm afraid he might…"

Later I learned that this Mr. Liu wasn't the section chief at all; it was a trap they set, called "dropping the dog," to extort money. I flattered him, and he quickly seized the opportunity: "For your sake, we'll handle it. According to our department's regulations, the person involved will be fined."

"How much?"

"Five thousand to ten thousand."

"Ah, that much!"

"That's the regulation."

My mind raced: Five thousand was a bit much, but where would that money come from? I couldn't let Old Wang pay, and I couldn't pay it myself; it would definitely be public funds, but under what pretext could I get reimbursed? No, I had to find someone to smooth things over.

Thinking of this, I said, "Section Chief Liu, you two go back first, let's discuss it. Anyway, we can't run away. I'll come to your office in a while, okay?"

The two agreed. As soon as they left the room, I immediately called Gang and Qiang, telling them to find a solution right away. True to their reputation as seasoned veterans, Gang and Qiang arrived at the hotel in less than half an hour, telling me they had it all sorted out. But they still had to pay a little extra, 1000 yuan. 1000 it is, if I can't pay, consider it a gift to the leader. I said, "Okay, but you have to give me the photos and negatives, and this matter ends here."

Qiang took the money and went out, returning a while later saying, "Damn it, there are no photos, the camera is empty, I was just kidding!"

After seeing Gang and Qiang off, I felt completely exhausted, and then I remembered that I hadn't spoken to Lao Wang since I got back. But before I could even open my mouth, he started crying. I quickly tried to comfort him, but the more I tried, the more upset he became, so I simply stopped trying and let him go.

I went to the store outside and bought a few bottles of beer. When I came back, Lao Wang had calmed down and was lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. I pulled him up, handed him a bottle of beer, and said sincerely, "Lao Wang, if you trust me, Xiao Liu, just forget about it all, act like it never happened. As long as you don't tell anyone, no one else in our workplace will know, including my wife."

Lao Wang said, "Of course I trust you." Then he told me everything that had happened.

It turned out that Old Wang was watching the news after dinner when another woman called. He neither hung up nor said anything. The woman flirted on the phone for a while, then said, "I'm coming to your room." Old Wang quickly hung up.

A little while later, someone knocked on the door. Old Wang didn't dare open it, but the woman said she was a hotel staff member cleaning. Sure enough, a very pretty girl in a hotel uniform (almost every girl in Sichuan is pretty) came in. As soon as she entered, she said to Old Wang, "It's hot in the room, can I take off my coat?" Old Wang said, "Of course." She said, "Then please help me." Then, in front of Old Wang, she took off her uniform and handed it to him.

Wow! She wasn't wearing anything underneath, not even a bra! Old Wang was stunned. The woman then took off her skirt—damn, she wasn't even wearing shorts! At that moment, even Buddha himself would be tempted, let alone an ordinary man like Old Wang! Old Wang quickly stripped off his clothes, picked up the woman, and headed for the bed. Just then, the door opened, a flash of light shone, and Old Wang froze…

I angrily said, “This is a trap! I’m going to the police station to report them tomorrow!”

“No…no!” Old Wang quickly stopped me, terrified. “I was bewitched, sigh!” Fueled by alcohol, Old Wang recounted his unfortunate sexual experiences.

Old Wang’s wife was a conservative woman. Although she and Old Wang were respectful to each other and kept the house in perfect order, she was deeply averse to sex. Every time they made love, it was like a routine, and for decades they used only one position: lying on the bed, letting Old Wang spread her legs. She had never initiated it, nor had she ever refused, even when she was menstruating.

Old Wang was well-educated and healthy, and wanted to try different things, but his wife wouldn’t have it. To make matters worse, Old Wang’s wife was diagnosed with breast cancer and had to have one breast removed. Old Wang said they hadn't had sex for over a year, and now they slept in separate beds, but outsiders considered them a model couple. People say men in their thirties are like wolves and in their forties like leopards; do you think Old Wang wouldn't want women? A man who doesn't must have a problem. But in this kind of society, who dares to say it? Who dares to do it? Everyone is restraining themselves, suppressing their desires.

We talked until almost dawn before finally falling asleep. At that moment, I thought, I must grant Old Wang's wish this once.

The next day, after getting up at noon, we changed to a company-run guesthouse. Although it wasn't high-class, it was clean, and most importantly, very safe and convenient. There were no nighttime room checks, and we could lock the door from the inside; with a guesthouse pass, we could bring people in and out freely.

After settling in, I called Gang, but unfortunately, the company had arranged for him to go to Chengdu for some urgent business. I called Qiang again, asking him to help find a high-class lady for Lao Wang. Qiang said, "Do you think I'm a pimp?" I said, "You are, and you're dragging me into this too." Qiang said, "Ladies like this are expensive; at least five dollars a night." I said, "Okay, I'll treat you to dinner at the XX Hotel tonight. Bring her over."

The woman was about 1.6 meters tall, with a perfectly proportioned figure. She wore a white dress with purple flowers, short hair, an oval face, almond-shaped eyes, willow-leaf eyebrows, fair skin, and a set of neat, pearly teeth. She exuded a faint fragrance; she was both beautiful and well-dressed. I was almost stunned, but Lao Wang had no idea what we were going to do.

Qiang introduced her; the lady's surname was Song, she had a bachelor's degree in Chinese literature, and now worked as a clerk at a company. Lao Wang also loved literature, and he regained his scholarly demeanor, chatting happily with Ms. Song. To save time, we finished dinner quickly; it wasn't even seven o'clock yet. Then the four of us went to our place.

I pulled Lao Wang outside and whispered to him, "Lao Wang, Miss Song is in your hands tonight. I'll be back around 1 a.m." Before he could say anything, I pushed him back inside. I said meaningfully to Miss Song, "Excuse me, Qiang and I have some things to take care of. You and Teacher Wang should have a good talk." Then I pulled Qiang away.

Qiang had already told Miss Song to be proactive, and that I would pay afterwards. If Lao Wang refused, he should say someone had already paid. It was 100 yuan per hour if we didn't have sex; if we did, it would be an extra 300 yuan per session. She had to stay until at least midnight and then meet us at a bar not far from our place.

Qiang and I went out onto the street. Qiang asked me where I wanted to go. I hesitated and didn't say anything. Qiang said, "I know you're itching down there. I'll take you dancing." We'll talk about where we went next time. We arrived at the bar at 11:30, and it wasn't until 12:30 that Miss Song seemed to limp in. After downing a glass of ice-cold beer, she held out her hand to me and said, "1400."

"Three shots?!"

"Yes! This Mr. Wang of yours is really scary. He was well-behaved at first, but as soon as I took his pants off, he went wild. He has so many tricks up his sleeve. The first time he made me feel really good, but the next two times he lasted so long, and his thing is so big, it hurt me. He wanted to do it again, and I begged him, 'Please, I can't take it anymore,' and that's when he stopped. He really wrecked me."

Seeing her pale face, I counted out fifteen 100-cent bills from my wallet and handed them to her. Back in the room, Old Wang was still taking a shower, humming a song happily as he did so.

While

Old Wang was indulging in his pleasure, I wasn't idle either. Ever since that night with Xiao A, I've been reliving it every day; I regret wasting money without having a good time, yet I also long for another chance. But I was too embarrassed to tell my old classmate, and I didn't dare to look for a place on my own. Tonight, after settling Lao Wang in, Qiang took me to a disco.

This disco was in Nanping, Chongqing. Several shirtless men with cigarettes were sitting at the entrance collecting tickets—5 yuan each. After entering, there was a long corridor, then a narrow staircase to the second floor. There were two more doormen at the entrance; we were only allowed in after showing our tickets. It

was very dark inside, the music was deafening, and several spherical stage lights were rotating. At first glance, it looked like a professional disco. As soon as I entered, because my eyes hadn't adjusted, I couldn't see anything. I quickly grabbed Qiang's arm, afraid he would drop me. After standing in the dark for a while, I could see that it was very large and crowded. Most people were dancing in the center, and a few were standing against the walls watching. There were no chairs. Because the air conditioning was on, it wasn't hot, but the air was stuffy.

After the song ended, I quietly asked Qiang, "Where's a dance partner?" Qiang didn't answer, but pulled me into the sound control room. There was another door inside, and pushing that door open led to a small karaoke room. It was brightly lit, with a few tables and several women singing karaoke. To the left of the entrance was another door with a curtain made of colorful plastic beads, and it was dark inside. Looking at the several alluringly dressed women, I guessed what was going on inside.

When they saw us come in, the women winked at us. After we sat down, a plump woman wearing black tight shorts and a red tank top brought over two cups of tea. Her breasts were particularly large, squeezed into the tight tank top like two doves about to take flight. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, because the front of her tank top was very low, and I could see her nipples even through her clothes.

She put the cups on the table and turned to leave, intentionally bumping her breasts against my face. "Bang!" My penis immediately sprang to attention. I grabbed her, patted her buttocks a few times, and asked where the proprietress was. The chubby girl said she might have gone to the restroom.

After a while, a middle-aged woman of medium height with a fleshy face came in. I told her this was the proprietress. I spoke to her for a bit, and she came back to tell me that the price was agreed upon: 100 yuan. She told me to take whichever one I liked inside. I had already scanned the women inside several times, but none of them caught my eye. I shook my head at me and said they weren't very good. I asked the proprietress if she had any more women. She said, "Wait a moment, I'll call a few more," and then she started making phone calls.

I drank tea and sang with Qiang. During this time, two young men came in and took two girls to dance; three couples also came in from the dance floor and went behind the curtain.

About half an hour later, several more girls arrived. They all changed clothes and put on makeup without a care in the world, chattering away. Only one woman, wearing a white dress, petite, with her hair in a bun, greeted the proprietress and then sat silently in a corner. I observed her for a while and found her to be less vulgar; although she didn't look very young, she was quite pretty. I said to Qiang, "Her it's her!" The woman

in white (hereinafter referred to as Ms. B) was overjoyed that I had chosen her, happily sitting beside me, linking her arm with mine, looking very excited. We sang a song together first, then went to the dance floor. A slow waltz was playing, and I held Ms. B close, swaying slowly on the dance floor while chatting with her. She said she was a laid-off factory worker, and her husband had also lost his job, leaving her no choice but to become a prostitute.

After a few turns, I tried to bend over and sit close to her, like the others. But I was a head and a half taller than her, and it was uncomfortable for me to bend over. I squeezed her against a pillar, put my arm around her waist, and lifted her up, my lips landing on her hair, forehead, eyes, and cheeks. I kissed her tenderly, and my penis became erect again.

When I moved my lips to her small mouth, she suddenly pulled away, covering my mouth with her hand and saying, "No, no." I asked her what was wrong, and she struggled to get down, saying, "I have lipstick on my lips, it will stain your face. Wait here for me, I'll go to the toilet to wash it off." I said, "I also need to go to the toilet, let's go together."

Of course, she went into the women's toilet, and I went into the men's toilet. The men's toilet was small, with only two urinals. I was urinating when I heard a strange sound behind me. I turned around and, holy crap! They'd come here. A bald man had a woman pinned against the wall, his pants pulled down to his knees, exposing his bare buttocks; the woman had the man between her legs, with a pink pair of shorts hanging from one leg. They were behind the door, which I hadn't seen when I came in. Holy crap! I was so scared that I stopped urinating and quickly ran out.

After Little B came out, we danced two more disco songs, then I squeezed her into a corner, kissing her passionately from above, and she kissed me back; I slowly touched her below. Gradually, my hand slipped inside her shorts. Today I was particularly skilled with my hands, and in a few strokes I aroused her.

Little B said breathlessly, "Big brother, let's go inside." I let go of her, and she led me by the hand into the place with the beaded curtain. It was pitch black inside, but by the light from outside, I could vaguely see six or eight small cubicles, but unfortunately, all the curtains were drawn, so we had to stand in the aisle and wait. Listening to the laughter and panting coming from both sides, my lower body was throbbing, and I tightly hugged Little B from behind, kneading her breasts heavily with both hands. Finally,

someone came out, and we hurried inside. It was very small inside; judging by the feel of it, there was probably only a small "bed" covered with leather, which felt sticky to the touch. At that moment, who cared about that! I reached out to take off Xiao B's clothes, but she said I couldn't. So I unzipped her back, unhooked her bra, and kissed her breasts. She took the opportunity to say, "Big brother, I'm not sick, and I believe you're not sick either. But for everyone's sake, I'll put a condom on you!"

I sucked on her nipple and hummed in agreement. I picked her up, pulled off her shorts and tossed them aside, then put her on the ground. As I took off my pants, she pulled out a condom from somewhere, tore open the packaging, and blew on it to check for leaks. After I took off my pants, she gently put the condom on me and asked what I wanted to do.

I was sitting down, so I let her sit on me. I lifted her skirt and caressed her round buttocks. She inserted my penis into her vagina, held onto my shoulders, and bounced up and down. After a few bounces, I felt the stimulation was too intense and I was afraid I couldn't hold on, so I changed the position. I had her stand on the ground and bend forward, and I penetrated her from behind... Then, I had her lie down, raise her legs high and put them on my shoulders, and I penetrated her from the front.

...Then I had her wrap her legs around my back...I picked her up again, stood on the ground, supporting her buttocks, and she hugged my neck and bounced up and down...Finally, finally, ah! My cannon fired.

Qiang asked me how the night went, and I said I had a lot of fun. I asked him how it went, and he said he had done it twice with his wife last night and was out of ammunition today. He originally wanted to do a clean session, but the fat girl kept pestering him, so he took her in. The fat girl was very straightforward; she stripped naked as soon as she went in, applied some ointment, and couldn't wait for him to have sex with her. Qiang barely managed to ejaculate once, but the fat girl wasn't satisfied, so Qiang had to insert his fingers, making the fat girl feel extremely comfortable, and she even screamed loudly. Awesome!

In the blink of an eye, we had been in the mountain city for two weeks. We had finished our business and it was time to go back. The day before my departure, my workplace hosted a farewell dinner for us, and they got me completely drunk. I slept all afternoon, only waking up around dinner time. Old Wang asked me to call two of my classmates to thank them for dinner, but I said no, they're always out socializing and tired of it.

Old Wang insisted I make the calls. I was a little confused: Old Wang hates socializing the most, what's wrong with him today? Oh, I see, he still wants… I probed, “Old Wang, are you thinking of a farewell party?” Old Wang's face flushed red. I chuckled to myself, “Men are all like that, actually I really want to too!”

Qiang was busy with clients and couldn't get away, thankfully he just arrived. Before dinner, we went to the restroom, and Gang said he didn't have the connections of Qiang and couldn't find suitable escorts, so he suggested Old Wang come with us to a karaoke bar. Old Wang readily agreed, quite happy to hear I wanted to experience the nightlife of ordinary people, and even offered to cover all the expenses for the night.

I went back to the same karaoke bar I'd visited before. Old Wang clicked his tongue when I told him a cup of tea cost twenty yuan. I told him that was like buying a ticket; other things like singing and refills of tea were free. Then I quietly told him about the place, and Old Wang seemed quite uncomfortable in front of me, his young subordinate. I had someone else give Old Wang a lesson, while I slipped over to the bar, chatting with the proprietress while glancing at the girls sitting near the entrance. After looking around, none of them caught my eye. The proprietress said, "I'll call you another one."

After singing a few songs, I sat down to drink tea, and the proprietress led a graceful young woman to my seat. This woman (hereinafter referred to as Ms. C) had long hair, wore a long skirt, and a loose silk short-sleeved top. She had just showered; her hair wasn't completely dry, and she wasn't wearing makeup, exuding a youthful and alluring aura. Her voice was a little hoarse, and she spoke roughly, but I sensed an attractive magnetism in it.

I chatted with her in broken Sichuan dialect. She told me about her family situation: her parents were ordinary workers, her father was laid off, and her younger sister was a kindergarten teacher. Everyone in the family knew what she did, but no one cared because she was the family's breadwinner. She tried to persuade her sister to do it too, but her sister's boyfriend wouldn't allow it. She said she had worked in many karaoke bars, but the one here, Niang Niang, treated her the best. She had even worked in the countryside because there were fewer customers in the city near the Lunar New Year. She said the farmers in the countryside were very honest; they would just take off their pants and get to work without any questions. The most she ever had was seven customers in one night, and she couldn't

even walk afterward. Listening to her casually describe these things, I felt a strange unease, a sense of unease. My erection, which had been slightly hard when I first saw her, had gone soft again.

I stopped talking, and she sensed my displeasure and also fell silent. After sitting quietly for a while, she asked me, "Want to sing?" I said, "Sure, you choose." Then we sang two popular duets together, and then we danced together, cheek to cheek.

Gradually, I started feeling it again down there. C sensed it, and as soon as she sat down, she gently touched it. I held her in my arms, running my fingers through her long hair, and gently kissing her eyes, her face, and her lips. After a while, I slipped my hand inside her clothes, unhooked her bra, and gently caressed her breasts, and the little cherry on her mound…

Slowly, my hand moved down, unzipped her skirt, and began my assault on her lower body. My usual method is to first circle the pubic area with my fingers, then slowly move upwards from the inner thigh, finally reaching the pubic area. But I suddenly realized that C had no pubic hair; it was completely bare. I felt a surge of excitement and decided to go straight for my target. My hand suddenly moved downwards, but I suddenly touched the sanitary napkin stuck to her shorts!

“You… have your period?”

“It’s been several days, it’ll be over soon.”

"Then why are you still out doing this?!" I was furious, pulling my hands back and crossing them over my chest, ignoring her.

"Big brother, I can give you a blowjob!" She moved my hands off her and pressed them onto her lower abdomen.

"Blowjob what?"

"Don't you understand? It's like eating a banana!"

"Eating a banana?"

"Hey, it's like me sucking your dick with my mouth."

"..."

"I'm good at blowjobs, lots of customers like it. I'll only charge you 100 yuan, want it or not?"

I'd seen it in adult films, but never experienced it myself. We went into a cubicle, and she made me lie down. I unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants and shorts down to my knees. C sat between my legs, alternating between rubbing my penis and scrotum. She suddenly said, "You little rascal, didn't you shower last night?"

"Sorry, I didn't have time." I told the truth. Old Wang urged me to come out, so I quickly washed my face, dried my upper body, changed into a t-shirt, and left. I had a condom in my pocket, which I'd secretly bought on the street.

Little C went out and brought in a glass of water. She told me to stand up and cleaned my foreskin thoroughly. I was already somewhat lost in the moment, completely at her beck and call. I lay there motionless, and she leaned over me, taking my penis into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the glans… Wow, that felt so good!

She lowered her face, almost swallowing my entire penis, then letting it out, then in again, then out again… faster, faster… I felt like I was swimming in the ocean, the waves tossing me up and down, then up again, then down again…

It’s coming, it’s coming, ah! I couldn’t control my passion, and a gush of heat burst forth…

“You little bastard, you didn’t even tell me you were going to cum, you got me all over, you motherfucker!” C cursed as she spat.

My ejaculation was so intense that it not only sprayed into her mouth but also onto her hair and clothes. I collapsed there, my mind blank for a moment. When I came to my senses, I grabbed a roll of toilet paper and helped her clean herself up. By the light of my lighter, I took out 150 yuan and stuffed it into her bra.

Old Wang acted like a gentleman, maintaining a certain distance from the prostitute throughout, not even touching her hand, thus wasting 50 yuan.

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Postscript: The above content, except for the names, is entirely a true record. My writing skills are lacking, and I'm not good at artistic embellishment. Since then, I have never had contact with any woman other than my wife, despite having many opportunities.

My trip to Chongqing left a deep impression on me, and I must share it with all readers. Please do not tell Liu Zhihui's wife. Thank you!

[The End]

First Trial

A year ago, in the summer, I went on a business trip to Chongqing with Deputy Director Wang from my institute, staying at a hotel in the city center. That very evening, someone called asking if we needed prostitute services. I was taking a shower at the time, and Old Wang answered the phone, naturally refusing outright and immediately hanging up. When I came out after showering, he was still muttering, "What kind of person do you take me for? You're shameless!" I thought to myself, "What a hypocrite! He secretly bought a pornographic book on the train, read it more than once, and even wrapped it in newspaper. He's probably just hoping to get some prostitutes' services!"

Two days later, two of my college classmates, Qiang and Gang, came to visit me. One worked in sales at a company, and the other in purchasing; both were well-known figures in the underworld. That evening, the three of us ate hot pot, drank beer, and chatted about our college days, having a great time.

Around nine o'clock, after a satisfying meal, I wanted to go back to the hotel to rest, but Qiang said, "It's too early, let's go to a karaoke bar." Gang also said, "Let's go, Mr. Liu, let's see what a karaoke bar in Chongqing is like." I thought: A karaoke bar is just a karaoke room, right? We have one in our office, but the sound system isn't very good. We've also booked other places before, where the environment is much better than in our office. Fine, let's go!

We took a taxi and drove for about half an hour to a place I still don't know where it is. After getting off the car, after several turns, the two men led me to a small building. It was very dark inside, and I stood at the door for a while before my eyes adjusted to the light. The room was about 70 square meters and rectangular. To the left of the entrance was a small bar, and directly opposite the entrance were several rows of train carriage seats. To the left of that was a small dance floor. The innermost part was blocked by a screen, so I couldn't see clearly. There were three or four women sitting near the entrance.

As soon as I entered, the proprietress (the girls were all called "niangniang," I don't know how to write those two characters) greeted me with great enthusiasm. The proprietress was very young and beautiful. Obviously, Qiang and Gang were regulars here. Gang pointed at me and said to the proprietress, "This is my friend's first time here. Find him a nice girl." The proprietress was very enthusiastic. She immediately took my hand and said, "No problem, no problem." She led me to the train carriage seats, and soon a girl brought over two cups of tea and a plate of melon seeds, and lit a small candle and placed it on the table.

After a while, the proprietress brought over a girl (hereinafter referred to as Miss A). Although the light was dim, I could still tell that the woman was quite pretty, with an oval face, cherry lips, long flowing hair, and wearing a light-colored sleeveless dress. I sat inside, and Ms. A sat outside, about ten centimeters apart, and we started chatting casually. She spoke Sichuan dialect, and I spoke Mandarin, which felt a little awkward, but luckily I could understand some Sichuan dialect.

After a while, Qiang, carrying another woman dancing, passed by us. Seeing us like this, he stopped and said to A, "How long have you been doing this? Why are you doing this?" As he spoke, he pushed Ms. A closer to me; then he pulled my left hand to put it on Ms. A's shoulder, lifted Ms. A's right leg and placed it on my left leg, and then pulled my right hand to place on Ms. A's chest.

I was quite natural at first, but after he did that, my penis (I don't need to explain, right?) immediately became erect. Miss A's right leg was pressed against it. She felt it, reached out her right hand to touch it, and laughed, saying, "So hard!"

Ladies and gentlemen, I, Liu Zhihui, have never touched another woman besides my wife. Although I've fantasized about it, I've never had the courage, especially since I wasn't prepared at all today. Driven by reason, I withdrew my hands, pulled her leg back, and quickly lowered my head to drink my tea. Miss

A was quite generous, saying, "Is this your first time, brother? What are you afraid of? Just have some fun, let's dance."

We went to the dance floor. At first, I was very proper, with standard ballroom dancing postures. But looking at Qiang dancing next to me, he was just tightly hugging the lady's waist, pressing his face against hers, and slowly swaying—that wasn't dancing at all! Watching this, my hands loosened a little.

Miss A was quick-witted; she took the opportunity to press herself against me, first touching my still-erect penis, then smiling sweetly, and then tightly wrapping her arms around my waist. I had no choice but to hold her back, and we swayed to the rhythm of the music on the dance floor. As I passed a seat, I saw Gang kissing a girl, his hand inside her skirt. My heart pounded, and my mind went blank.

The song ended, and we returned to our seats. I maintained proper etiquette, letting Miss A sit first, while I sat on the outside. We didn't speak, just sat there silently. I went to the restroom, and damn it! After I finished peeing, my penis was still erect.

Just then, two of my classmates came over. Gang pulled a girl to dance, and Qiang sat down next to me, asking, "You've never been before?"

"Never. Why didn't you tell me before you came?"

"In Chongqing, 'going to a karaoke parlor' means playing with prostitutes. Let me tell you, it's cheap here. 'Vegetarian' is only 50 yuan, 'adult' is 100 yuan."

"What does that mean?" "

'Vegetarian' means you can touch her anywhere. 'Adult' means sex, you know?"

"I know, I know." I thought to myself, thank goodness I've read porn.

“If you want to have sex, go inside. There are many cubicles behind the screen. Once you're inside, pull down the curtain, and everyone will know there's someone there.”

“What if the police arrest me?”

“Don’t worry, it’s absolutely safe.”

“What if I get a disease?”

“Don’t worry about that. We know the landlady very well. None of the girls here are prostitutes or have any diseases. Now that you’re here, relax a bit.” As soon as

Qiang left, Gang immediately brought Miss A back. I guess we had just worked on the girl, because as soon as Miss A came back, she sat on me, but my penis was still erect, and it hurt her to sit on it. I said “Oh,” and she felt it. She sat down next to me and let me put my left arm around her. She touched my erection; my pants were already wet. She dipped a finger in the wet stuff and touched my nose, saying, “You’re amazing.” Then she unzipped my pants and reached inside to touch my penis. Suddenly, my blood rushed to my head, and I turned her face towards me, capturing her small, red cherry lips in my mouth…

Unfortunately, Miss A let me suckle her lips, but she didn't respond. I slipped my tongue inside, only to touch a few teeth, which immediately dampened my enthusiasm. Having started, I couldn't just end it like this! I loosened my belt, letting her touch me more comfortably (unfortunately, I was wearing a small pair of briefs that day); I then unzipped her back and unhooked her bra, wanting to touch her breasts, but she zipped it up again herself. My hand slipped inside her chest, touching her small, round, firm breasts. I gently pinched her nipples with my thumb and forefinger, then kneaded her entire breast with my palm—it felt wonderful.

Because her clothes were tucked into my arm, I couldn't move freely, so I pulled my hand out and slipped it under her skirt, slowly stroking her from her knees up her thighs. As I stroked her, I kissed her face, and she let me do as I pleased, like a piece of wood. However, I was already captivated. My hand had reached her inner thigh and touched her panties. I explored them through the fabric for a moment, then quickly slipped my fingers inside, gently scratching her pubic hair before lightly massaging her labia majora with two fingers.

At that moment, Miss A leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Let's go inside." Actually, my penis was already painfully erect, and I couldn't wait to penetrate her. So I got up, fastened my belt, and she led me behind the screen.

There were four small cubicles behind the screen. There were no lights, so I couldn't see them clearly, but three of the cubicles had their curtains drawn. We went into the one without a curtain. By the light from outside, I could vaguely see a long chair that looked like a single bed and a small bedside table.

After entering, A casually lowered the curtain, and I eagerly embraced her, reaching out to undress her. A clutched her clothes tightly, repeatedly saying, "No, no, you can't take your clothes off. It'll be terrible if the police see you." She pushed me to sit at one end of the bench, took off her shorts, stuffed them into the pocket of her dress, and then lay down at the other end of the bench, spreading her legs, saying, "Come on!"

Hearing the word "police," I shuddered in fear. I had finally made it to the position of department head; if I embarrassed myself, wouldn't I be finished? I stood there hesitating, my mind racing with all sorts of possible consequences.

Miss A got impatient, got up and pulled me closer to her, saying, "Hurry up!" Her hand reached up to help me unbuckle my belt. I asked, "Should I take off my pants?" She replied, "Don't take them off, hurry up!" Then she lay down again and got into position. Her urging made me impatient too. I loosened my belt, pulled my penis out from under my pants, quickly lay on top of her, and thrust my penis inside...

Dear readers: This little A is very cunning. She knew it was my first time having sex, knew I had no experience, and was deliberately trying to make things difficult for me. You see, I was wearing underwear, wasn't it uncomfortable? It wasn't convenient for movement either! As a result, I'd barely penetrated her, barely moved a few times, and I came! Not ejaculated, I came. I've never experienced anything like this before! I collapsed onto her in distress.

As soon as she saw I'd ejaculated, whether it was a loud bang or a dud, she pushed me aside, pulled out a roll of toilet paper from somewhere, gave me some, tore off some to wipe her crotch, then pulled up her underwear and said, "Let's go out."

"What's the rush? Let's play a little longer."

"Niangniang said we have to leave immediately after we're done, to make room for the people behind us."

Damn it, every word she said made sense. I was being led by the nose by her now, helpless. I quickly pulled up my pants, listlessly walked out, and returned to my original seat. We just sat there, dumbfounded, me holding her hand, neither of us saying a word.

A few minutes later, she pulled her hand back and said, "It's okay, I'm leaving."

I said irritably, "Go ahead."

"Then give it to me."

"Give you what?"

"Money."

"Isn't it for the proprietress?"

"We only give it to the girls here."

"Okay, how much?"

"350."

"What?" I was furious: "My friend told me that the price here is only 100 for 'meat'! Are you kidding me?!"

"My price is 350."

"Forget it, I won't give you that much. 150 at most."

"Then I'll go find Niangniang."

A got up and found the proprietress, who then found Qiang and Gang. After they understood the situation, Qiang and Gang immediately reprimanded A, while the proprietress smiled apologetically and explained that the price had to be agreed upon first, and now she couldn't do anything about it, so she told me to give 200.

Seeing this, I thought, "Just accept it." I took out two 100-yuan bills from my wallet and handed them to Miss A. Damn it, she actually tested the authenticity of the money. After confirming everything was correct, she lifted her skirt in front of us, stuffed the money into her waistband, and said to me, "Thank you, brother," before turning and leaving. The proprietress kept apologizing, promising I'd be satisfied next time.

The second time

, I was still as sharp as ever. There were no plans for Saturday, so I accepted an invitation to dinner at Gang's house; Qiang's family was also there. Around 8 PM, we were playing mahjong when the phone rang. It was Old Wang calling from the hotel. He said in a tearful voice, "Director Liu, something's happened to me! Please come back quickly!"

I was startled; my heart jumped into my throat. Old Wang always called me "Little Liu," so this was a sure sign something was wrong. I hurriedly asked, "Director Wang, are you sick?"

"No, it's worse than sick. Come back quickly, don't let your friends know." I hung up, quickly apologized to everyone, then rushed downstairs, hailed a taxi, and hurriedly drove to the hotel. All the way, I kept thinking: What could have happened?

Old Wang is nearly fifty. He joined our research institute after graduating from university and has worked there for almost thirty years. He's very capable and a star employee. He has a lot of prestige in the institute, but he's too blunt and has offended many people, so he's been the deputy director for several years but hasn't been promoted. He doesn't seem to care or hold it against me. This time, he came to Chongqing, originally planning to fly, but he said he wasn't in a hurry and wanted to save time, so he decided to take the train. I actually respect him quite a bit.

As I was thinking this, the train arrived, and I rushed to the room. The door was ajar. I pushed it open and saw Old Wang sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a vest and shorts, his head drooping. There were two other unfamiliar men sitting on the sofa in the room. As soon as I entered, the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa stood up and asked, "Are you Director Liu?"

"Yes, I am. And you are...?"

"My surname is Liu, and I work in the hotel's security department. This is Xiao Ma, also from our security department."

"Oh, what happened?" "

Your colleague tried to seduce one of our hotel staff members into prostitution, and we caught him red-handed. We've already taken the staff member back to the security department, and we were going to send him to the police station. He begged and pleaded, saying he wanted to wait for the leaders to return."

"Really?"

“Ask him himself. We have photos too.”

Need I even ask? When I came in, Old Wang immediately covered his face with his hands; I already guessed it. He was clever enough not to say he was my superior, but rather that I was his leader.

I quickly took out cigarettes, lit them for them, and quietly asked him, “Section Chief Liu, could you be lenient? Let’s not go to the police station; let’s handle it in our security section. Can you think of a workaround, so it doesn’t escalate, and absolutely doesn’t get back to our unit? This comrade is a key member of our unit; he’s always performed very well. This time, he just made a mistake. He’s very concerned about his reputation; if things get out of hand, I’m afraid he might…”

Later, I learned that this Mr. Liu wasn’t the section chief at all; it was a trap they set, called “dropping the dog,” to extort money. I flattered him, and he quickly seized the opportunity: "For your sake, let our security department handle it. According to our department's regulations, the person involved will be fined."

"How much?"

"Five thousand to ten thousand."

"Ah, that much!"

"That's the regulation."

My mind raced: Five thousand is a bit much, but where will this money come from? I can't let Lao Wang pay, and I can't pay it myself; it must be public funds, but under what pretext can it be reimbursed? No, I have to find someone to smooth things over.

Thinking of this, I said, "Section Chief Liu, you two go back first, let's discuss it. Anyway, we can't run away. I'll come to your office in a while, okay?"

The two agreed. As soon as they left the room, I immediately called Gang and Qiang, asking them to find a solution right away. True to their reputation, in less than half an hour, Gang and Qiang arrived at the hotel, telling me it was all sorted out. But they still had to spend some money, 1,000 yuan. 1,000 it is, if they can't reimburse me, consider it a gift to the leader. I said, "Okay, but give me the photos and negatives, and this matter ends here."

Qiang took the money and went out, returning a while later saying, "Damn it, there are no photos, the camera is empty, I was just kidding!"

After seeing Gang and Qiang off, I felt exhausted, and then I remembered that I hadn't spoken to Lao Wang since I got back. But before I could even speak, he started crying. I quickly tried to comfort him, but the more I tried, the more upset he became, so I gave up and let him go.

I went to a store outside and bought a few bottles of beer. When I came back, Lao Wang had calmed down and was lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. I pulled him up, handed him a beer, and said sincerely, "Lao Wang, if you trust me, Xiao Liu, just forget about it all, act like it never happened. As long as you don't tell anyone, no one else in our workplace will know, including my wife."

Lao Wang said, "Of course I believe you." Then he told me everything that had happened.

It turned out that Old Wang was watching the news after dinner when another woman called. He neither hung up nor said anything. The woman flirted on the phone for a while, then said, "I'm coming to your room." Old Wang quickly hung up.

A little while later, someone knocked on the door. Old Wang didn't dare open it, but the woman said she was a hotel staff member cleaning. Sure enough, a very pretty girl in a hotel uniform (almost every girl in Sichuan is pretty) came in. As soon as she entered, she said to Old Wang, "It's hot in the room, can I take off my coat?" Old Wang said, "Of course." She said, "Then please help me." Then, in front of Old Wang, she took off her uniform and handed it to him.

Wow! She wasn't wearing anything underneath, not even a bra! Old Wang was stunned. The woman then took off her skirt—damn, she wasn't even wearing shorts! At that moment, even Buddha himself would be tempted, let alone an ordinary man like Old Wang! Old Wang quickly stripped off his clothes, picked up the woman, and headed for the bed. Just then, the door opened, a flash of light shone, and Old Wang froze…

I angrily said, “This is a trap! I’m going to the police station to report them tomorrow!”

“No…no!” Old Wang quickly stopped me, terrified. “I was bewitched, sigh!” Fueled by alcohol, Old Wang recounted his unfortunate sexual experiences.

Old Wang’s wife was a conservative woman. Although she and Old Wang were respectful to each other and kept the house in perfect order, she was deeply averse to sex. Every time they made love, it was like a routine, and for decades they used only one position: lying on the bed, letting Old Wang spread her legs. She had never initiated it, nor had she ever refused, even when she was menstruating.

Old Wang was well-educated and healthy, and wanted to try different things, but his wife wouldn’t have it. To make matters worse, Old Wang’s wife was diagnosed with breast cancer and had to have one breast removed. Old Wang said they hadn't had sex for over a year, and now they slept in separate beds, but outsiders considered them a model couple. People say men in their thirties are like wolves and in their forties like leopards; do you think Old Wang wouldn't want women? A man who doesn't must have a problem. But in this kind of society, who dares to say it? Who dares to do it? Everyone is restraining themselves, suppressing their desires.

We talked until almost dawn before finally falling asleep. At that moment, I thought, I must grant Old Wang's wish this once.

The next day, after getting up at noon, we changed to a company-run guesthouse. Although it wasn't high-class, it was clean, and most importantly, very safe and convenient. There were no nighttime room checks, and we could lock the door from the inside; with a guesthouse pass, we could bring people in and out freely.

After settling in, I called Gang, but unfortunately, the company had arranged for him to go to Chengdu for some urgent business. I called Qiang again, asking him to help find a high-class lady for Lao Wang. Qiang said, "Do you think I'm a pimp?" I said, "You are, and you're dragging me into this too." Qiang said, "Ladies like this are expensive; at least five dollars a night." I said, "Okay, I'll treat you to dinner at the XX Hotel tonight. Bring her over."

The woman was about 1.6 meters tall, with a perfectly proportioned figure. She wore a white dress with purple flowers, short hair, an oval face, almond-shaped eyes, willow-leaf eyebrows, fair skin, and a set of neat, pearly teeth. She exuded a faint fragrance; she was both beautiful and well-dressed. I was almost stunned, but Lao Wang had no idea what we were going to do.

Qiang introduced her; the lady's surname was Song, she had a bachelor's degree in Chinese literature, and now worked as a clerk at a company. Lao Wang also loved literature, and he regained his scholarly demeanor, chatting happily with Ms. Song. To save time, we finished dinner quickly; it wasn't even seven o'clock yet. Then the four of us went to our place.

I pulled Lao Wang outside and whispered to him, "Lao Wang, Miss Song is in your hands tonight. I'll be back around 1 a.m." Before he could say anything, I pushed him back inside. I said meaningfully to Miss Song, "Excuse me, Qiang and I have some things to take care of. You and Teacher Wang should have a good talk." Then I pulled Qiang away.

Qiang had already told Miss Song to be proactive, and that I would pay afterwards. If Lao Wang refused, he should say someone had already paid. It was 100 yuan per hour if we didn't have sex; if we did, it would be an extra 300 yuan per session. She had to stay until at least midnight and then meet us at a bar not far from our place.

Qiang and I went out onto the street. Qiang asked me where I wanted to go. I hesitated and didn't say anything. Qiang said, "I know you're itching down there. I'll take you dancing." We'll talk about where we went next time. We arrived at the bar at 11:30, but it wasn't until 12:30 that Miss Song seemed to limp in. After downing a glass of ice-cold beer, she held out her hand to me and said, "1400."

"Three shots?!"

"Yes! This Mr. Wang of yours is really scary. He was well-behaved at first, but as soon as I took his pants off, he went wild. He had so many tricks up his sleeve. The first time he did it really well, but the next two times he lasted so long, and his thing was so big, it hurt. He wanted to do it again, and I begged him, 'Please, I can't take it anymore,' and only then did he stop. He really wrecked me."

Seeing her pale face, I counted out fifteen 10,000 bills from my wallet and handed them to her. Back in the room, Old Wang was still taking a shower, humming a song happily as he did so.

Third time in the mountain city.

While Lao Wang was venting his frustrations, I wasn't idle either. Ever since that night with Xiao A, I've been reliving it every day; I regret wasting money without having enough fun, yet I yearn for another chance. But I'm too embarrassed to tell my old classmate, and I don't dare to just go looking for someone. Tonight, after settling Lao Wang in, Qiang took me to a disco.

This disco was in Nanping, Chongqing. Several shirtless men with cigarettes were collecting entrance fees at the entrance—5 yuan a ticket. After entering, there was a long corridor, then a narrow staircase to the second floor. There were two gatekeepers at the entrance, and we were only allowed in after showing our tickets. It

was dark inside, the music was deafening, and several spherical stage lights were rotating; at first glance, it looked like a professional disco. As soon as I entered, because my eyes hadn't adjusted, I couldn't see anything, and I quickly grabbed Qiang's arm, afraid he would drop me. After standing in the dark for a while, I could finally see that the place was very large and crowded. Most people were dancing in the center, while a few stood by the walls watching. There were no chairs. Although it wasn't hot because of the air conditioning, the air was stuffy.

After one song, I quietly asked Qiang, "Where are some dance partners?" Qiang didn't answer but pulled me into the sound control room. There was another door inside, and pushing that door open, we entered a small karaoke room. It was brightly lit there, with a few tables and several women singing karaoke. To the left of the entrance was another door with a curtain made of colorful plastic beads, and it was dark inside. Looking at the several alluringly dressed women, I guessed what was going on inside.

When they saw us come in, the women winked at us. After we sat down, a plump woman wearing black tight shorts and a red tank top brought us two cups of tea. Her breasts were exceptionally large, crammed into her tight tank top, like two doves about to take flight. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, as the tank top was very low-cut, and I could see her nipples even through her clothes.

She placed the cup on the table and turned to leave, intentionally brushing her breast against my face. "Bang!" My penis immediately sprang to attention. I grabbed her, patted her buttocks a few times, and asked where the proprietress was. The plump girl said she might have gone to the restroom.

After a while, a middle-aged woman of medium height with a fleshy face came in. I told her this was the proprietress. I spoke to her briefly, and she returned to tell me the price was agreed upon: 100 yuan. I could take her in whichever woman I liked. I had already scanned the women inside several times, but none of them caught my eye. I shook my head at me, saying they weren't very attractive. I asked the proprietress if she had any more women. She said, "Wait a moment, I'll call a few more," and then started making phone calls.

Meanwhile, I drank tea and sang karaoke with Qiang. During this time, two more young men came in and called two girls away to dance; three couples also came in from the dance floor and went behind the curtain.

About half an hour later, several more girls arrived. As soon as they came in, they changed clothes and put on makeup as if no one else was around, chattering away. Only one woman, wearing a white dress, petite, with her hair in a bun, greeted the proprietress and then sat silently in a corner. I observed her for a while and found that she was the least vulgar; although she didn't look very young, she was quite pretty. I said to Qiang, "Her it's her!"

The woman in white (hereinafter referred to as Ms. B) was overjoyed when I chose her, and happily sat down next to me, linking her arm with mine, looking very excited. We sang a song together first, and then went to the dance floor. It just so happened that a slow waltz was playing at that moment. I put my arm around Ms. B, and we swayed slowly on the dance floor while chatting. She said she was a laid-off female worker, and her husband had also been laid off, so she had no choice but to become a prostitute.

After circling around, I tried to imitate others, pressing my face against hers. But I was a head and a half taller than her, and it was uncomfortable to bend my neck. So I squeezed her against a pillar, put my arm around her waist, and lifted her up, my lips landing on her hair, forehead, eyes, and cheeks. I kissed her tenderly, and my penis became erect again.

When I moved my lips to her small mouth, she suddenly pulled away, covering my mouth with her hand and saying, "No, no." I asked her what was wrong, and she struggled to get down, saying, "I have lipstick on my lips, it will stain your face. Wait here for me, I'll go to the toilet to wash it off." I said, "I also need to go to the toilet, let's go together."

Of course, she went into the women's toilet, and I went into the men's toilet. The men's toilet was small, with only two urinals. I was urinating when I heard a strange sound behind me. I turned around and, damn it! I'd come here. A bald man had a woman pinned against the wall, his pants pulled down to his knees, exposing his bare buttocks; the woman's legs were wrapped around the man, with a pink pair of shorts hanging from one leg. They were behind the door; I didn't see them when I came in. Damn it! I was so scared I almost peed myself and ran out.

After Little B came out, we danced two more disco songs, then I cornered her, kissing her passionately from above, and she kissed me back; I slowly touched her below. Gradually, my hand slipped inside her shorts. Today I was particularly skilled with my hands, and in a few strokes, I aroused her.

Little B said breathlessly, "Big brother, let's go inside." I let go of her, and she led me by the hand into the place with the beaded curtain. It was pitch black inside; by the light from outside, I could vaguely see six or eight small cubicles, but unfortunately, all the curtains were drawn, so we had to stand in the aisle and wait. Listening to the laughter and panting coming from both sides, my penis was throbbing, and I tightly hugged Little B from behind, kneading her breasts heavily with both hands.

Finally, someone came out, and we quickly went inside. It was very small inside; judging by touch, there was probably only a small, leather-covered "bed," which felt sticky to the touch. But who cared about that at that moment! I reached out to take off Xiao B's clothes, but she said she couldn't. So I unzipped her back, unhooked her bra, and kissed her breasts. She took the opportunity to say, "Big brother, I'm not sick, and I believe you're not sick either. But for everyone's sake, I'll put a condom on you!"

I sucked on her nipple and hummed in agreement. I picked her up, pulled off her shorts and tossed them aside, then put her on the ground. While I was taking off my pants, she pulled out a condom from somewhere, tore open the packaging, and blew on it to check for leaks. After I took off my pants, she gently put the condom on me and asked what I wanted to do.

I was sitting down, so I let her sit on me. I lifted her skirt and caressed her round buttocks. She put my penis into her vagina, held onto my shoulders, and bounced up and down. After a few bounces, I felt the stimulation was too intense and I was afraid I couldn't hold on, so I changed the position. I had her stand on the ground and bend forward, and I penetrated her from behind... Then, I had her lie down, raise her legs high and put them on my shoulders, and I penetrated her from the front.

...Then I had her wrap her legs around my back...I picked her up again, stood on the ground, supporting her buttocks, and she hugged my neck and bounced up and down...Finally, finally, ah! My cannon fired.

Qiang asked me how the night went, and I said I had a lot of fun. I asked him how it went, and he said he had done it twice with his wife last night and was out of ammunition today. He originally wanted to do a clean session, but the fat girl kept pestering him, so he took her in. The fat girl was very straightforward; she stripped naked as soon as she went in, applied some ointment, and couldn't wait for him to have sex with her. Qiang barely managed to ejaculate once, but the fat girl wasn't satisfied, so Qiang had to insert his fingers, making the fat girl feel extremely comfortable, and she even screamed loudly. Awesome!

In the blink of an eye, we had been in the mountain city for two weeks. We had finished our business and it was time to go back. The day before my departure, my workplace hosted a farewell dinner for us, and they got me completely drunk. I slept all afternoon, only waking up around dinner time. Old Wang asked me to call two of my classmates to thank them for dinner, but I said no, they're always out socializing and tired of it.

Old Wang insisted I make the calls. I was a little confused: Old Wang hates socializing the most, what's wrong with him today? Oh, I see, he still wants… I probed, “Old Wang, are you thinking of a farewell party?” Old Wang's face flushed red. I chuckled to myself, “Men are all like that, actually I really want to too!”

Qiang was busy with clients and couldn't get away, thankfully he just arrived. Before dinner, we went to the restroom, and Gang said he didn't have the connections of Qiang and couldn't find suitable escorts, so he suggested Old Wang come with us to a karaoke bar. Old Wang readily agreed, quite happy to hear I wanted to experience the nightlife of ordinary people, and even offered to cover all the expenses for the night.

I went back to the same karaoke bar I'd visited before. Old Wang clicked his tongue when I told him a cup of tea cost twenty yuan. I told him that was like buying a ticket; other things like singing and refills of tea were free. Then I quietly told him about the place, and Old Wang seemed quite uncomfortable in front of me, his young subordinate. I had someone else give Old Wang a lesson, while I slipped over to the bar, chatting with the proprietress while glancing at the girls sitting near the entrance. After looking around, none of them caught my eye. The proprietress said, "I'll call you another one."

After singing a few songs, I sat down to drink tea, and the proprietress led a graceful young woman to my seat. This woman (hereinafter referred to as Ms. C) had long hair, wore a long skirt, and a loose silk short-sleeved top. She had just showered; her hair wasn't completely dry, and she wasn't wearing makeup, exuding a youthful and alluring aura. Her voice was a little hoarse, and she spoke roughly, but I sensed an attractive magnetism in it.

I chatted with her in broken Sichuan dialect. She told me about her family situation: her parents were ordinary workers, her father was laid off, and her younger sister was a kindergarten teacher. Everyone in the family knew what she did, but no one cared because she was the family's breadwinner. She tried to persuade her sister to do it too, but her sister's boyfriend wouldn't allow it. She said she had worked in many karaoke bars, but the one here, Niang Niang, treated her the best. She had even worked in the countryside because there were fewer customers in the city near the Lunar New Year. She said the farmers in the countryside were very honest; they would just take off their pants and get to work without any questions. The most she ever had was seven customers in one night, and she couldn't

even walk afterward. Listening to her casually describe these things, I felt a strange unease, a sense of unease. My erection, which had been slightly hard when I first saw her, had gone soft again.

I stopped talking, and she sensed my displeasure and also fell silent. After sitting quietly for a while, she asked me, "Want to sing?" I said, "Sure, you choose." Then we sang two popular duets together, and then we danced together, cheek to cheek.

Gradually, I started feeling it again down there. C sensed it, and as soon as she sat down, she gently touched it. I held her in my arms, running my fingers through her long hair, and gently kissing her eyes, her face, and her lips. After a while, I slipped my hand inside her clothes, unhooked her bra, and gently caressed her breasts, and the little cherry on her mound…

Slowly, my hand moved down, unzipped her skirt, and began my assault on her lower body. My usual method is to first circle the pubic area with my fingers, then slowly move upwards from the inner thigh, finally reaching the pubic area. But I suddenly realized that C had no pubic hair; it was completely bare. I felt a surge of excitement and decided to go straight for my target. My hand suddenly moved downwards, but suddenly touched the sanitary napkin stuck to her shorts!

“You… have your period?”

“It’s been several days, it’ll be over soon.”

“Then why are you still out doing this!?” I was angry, pulled my hands back to my chest, and ignored her.

“Big brother, I can give you a blowjob!” She moved my hand off and placed it on her lower abdomen.

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't you understand? It's like eating a banana!"

"Eating a banana?"

"Hey, it's like me sucking your dick with my mouth."

"..."

"I'm good at it, a lot of customers like it. I'll only charge you 100 yuan, want it or not?"

I'd seen it in adult films, but never experienced it myself. We went into a cubicle, and she made me lie down. I unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants and shorts down to my knees. C sat between my legs, alternating between rubbing my penis and scrotum. She suddenly said, "You little rascal, didn't you shower last night?"

"Sorry, I didn't have time." I told the truth. Old Wang urged me to come out, so I quickly washed my face, wiped my upper body, changed into a t-shirt, and left. I had a condom in my pants pocket, which I'd secretly bought on the street.

Little C went out and brought in a glass of water, made me stand up, and cleaned my foreskin inside and out. I was already somewhat addicted, completely at her beck and call. I lay there motionless, and she leaned over me, taking my penis into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the glans… Wow, that felt so good!

She lowered her face, almost swallowing my entire penis, then letting it out, then in again, then out again… faster, faster… I felt like I was swimming in the ocean, the waves tossing me up and down, tossing me up again, then down again…

It’s coming, it’s coming, ah! I couldn’t control my passion, a gush of heat burst forth…

“You son of a bitch, you didn’t even tell me you were going to cum, you got me all over, you motherfucker!” C cursed as she spat.

My ejaculation was too intense; it not only sprayed her mouth, but also her hair and clothes. I collapsed there, my mind blank for a moment. When I came to my senses, I grabbed a roll of toilet paper and helped her clean herself up. Using the light of my lighter, I took out 150 yuan and stuffed it into her bra.

Old Wang acted like a gentleman for once; he maintained a certain distance from the prostitute, not even touching her hand, wasting 50 yuan.

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Postscript: Except for the names, the above content is entirely a true record. My writing skills are lacking, and I'm not good at artistic embellishment. Since then, I have never had contact with any woman other than my wife, despite many opportunities to do so.

My trip to Chongqing left a deep impression on me, and I feel compelled to share this little secret with all readers. Please do not tell Liu Zhihui's wife. Thank you!

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