Zhuang Jianhai changed his position in the front seat of his van, looking up at the sky on the street lazily
The sky in Shanghai is gray at night, and colorful colors are constantly flashing under the reflection of neon lights beside the street.
The most dazzling in the distance is naturally the Oriental Pearl TV Tower pointing directly to the night sky. The outline inlaid with lights can be seen in almost every place in Shanghai. It is the proudest landmark building for Shanghai people.
On the brilliant door in front of him, the three words "Haishihao" are surrounded by a string of fast-gliding lights. The particularly eye-catching and elegant slow three melody floats out from it in the night sky, making the street full of romantic atmosphere. This is a medium-sized nightclub, which is the most common dance hall with many escort ladies in Shanghai.
Zhuang Jianhai's wife Zhao Lan is working as a escort girl inside. He just watched her graceful figure disappear in the dance hall door in the twilight.
It was just getting dark, and there were not many guests inside. I wonder if she was waiting for the guests to choose in front of the stage, or was she already hugged by a guest in the dance hall and shaking with the rhythm of slow four, or... 80% she was still sitting on the bench in front of the stage. After all, she was not very young, and she was not as good as a working girl from other places in terms of figure and appearance.
There is no benefit in Zhuang Jianhai not thinking about this anymore. This is something he knew for a long time, but he still often can't help but guess the scene of his wife accompanying guests. Especially in the past two weeks, his thinking is even more unconscious.
Zhao Lan has been a escort in Haishihao for more than two years. Zhuang Jianhai has already gone through the kind of mental journey of feeling sour when he thinks of his wife laughing in the arms of others. The cuckold complex. This is the word he summarized. It is only a novice who has just debuted. He is proud that he can treat this matter quickly. This is also a kind of maturity and a state of life.
He can calmly face his wife's smiles and not sell herself, chat, drink and dance with customers, but how can he truly face the last step she is about to take to prostitution?
He himself couldn't tell what he would feel since they had decided to take this step, maybe Zhao Lan might be... He really didn't want to think about this anymore. They didn't choose Zhao Lan said that, and he thought so in his heart.
Shanghai is a place where people laugh at the poor but not the prostitute. This kind of thing is becoming more and more common. In fact, it is not only Shanghai, but also where is not the case in the country?
He knew more than a dozen vans, and half of his wives were all working as escorts in the dance hall. The wives were either too old or too ugly. It can be said that almost all of them were doing it. Isn’t it all like this? Isn’t it all the money? They don’t drive such a car, but they just want to make money? Who cares about face?
However, he only knows that there are two people who really sell themselves. After all, the difference between spending the night with customers and dancing with customers is too big.
According to their statement, escorts in the dance hall only make people cheaper, but if they sell them all, they will be able to earn the price after being taken advantage of by others.
He used to be very open-minded about the escort. His wife was hugged and danced without losing her body. In the early years, when he caught up with her, she was hugged by many people in the dance hall of the school. For this reason, he has repeatedly advised Xiao Wu, who was laid off with him, and Xiao Wu always sighed every day when waiting for his wife, complaining that he was useless and could only let his wife do these escorts.
How can I make money? Is there anything I can do? Is it just to make money? Is there anything I can do? Is it easier for my wife to take advantage of my money? Is it better to take money in my wallet? Is it better to make money? I see Duan Husheng of Ning's family. My wife drove customers out and earned two shares of money. That one is called Jingu
This is what you have to think about in this industry. Ah Q, just Ah Q. Where can I make money now? They are all too short of money. The laid-off allowance is counted, and they can also deal with it sloppy life. But the factory is carrying out housing reform. Now the house they live in must be bought from the factory. Although it is only a discount of 40,000 yuan, this is a huge expense for them. In addition, in order to let their son go to the experimental junior high school with the best teaching quality, they had to pay 30,000 yuan last year. They spent all their blood and sweat deposits at home, and borrowed a lot of debt to make up.
Thinking of his son, a sense of pride suddenly arose in his heart. His son did not disappoint his expectations. His academic performance was rising all the way. He would definitely be promoted to a key class in the next semester: the key class in a key middle school. How can he not be proud of this?
Of course, he has to pay 8,000 yuan to enter a key class. Nowadays, the society requires money everywhere, and the school is no exception. However, both of them are laid off. The 8,000 yuan is a too big figure. With the unpaid debt, he also wants to save money to buy a Santa to rent this van. It is a loss to pay nearly half of the income every day for rent. Moreover, the above policies are sometimes tight and sometimes loose. Who knows when this van will be completely banned from driving like this. It is not very legal. But this money, alas...
Just as Zhao Lan said, they did not choose, although their quality of life has improved a lot in recent years and they have no worries about food and clothing, but if they really want to live a good life, how can they get without money? And now they are not young anymore, how many years can they earn like this day and night?
At this time, another group of men came in. They were all wearing suits and ties, but they were not good things. Zhuang cursed in his heart, fucking you mother, and he was even more balanced in his heart. Zhuang Jianhai still hoped that the dance hall business would be prosperous, and he also hoped that Zhao Lan would be chosen by the man to sit on the bench and wait on the bench. They would not make much money without tips.
Will any of them pick Zhao Lan? He looked at the group of people a few more times, turned his head guiltily, and looked at the Oriental Pearl TV Tower in the distance. The brightly lit TV Tower pointed directly into the sky in the night sky. Behind him was the beautiful night view of Pudong, forming a gorgeous Shanghai night color.
This is what he is proud of. Shanghai. When he thinks about the great achievements of Pudong's rapid development in recent years, he will be extremely proud and proud. If it weren't for the great development in Shanghai in recent years, their business would not have been as good as today.
He breathed a sigh, started the car and drove slowly towards Huaihai Road
Zhao Lan in Haishihao was not picked by the new men. She was speechless, and her heart was extremely melancholy. The sisters sitting on the chair were actually competing with each other. Whenever the guests came in, they used their most charming and powerful eyes to pick a certificate that they could be selected first, just like a certificate that proved that their appearance was better than other women.
A few selected ladies leaned on their guests' arms and entered the dance inside.
Behind the hall, there is a slight oriole laughter echoing in the room
Zhao Lan's appearance is no longer as good as the young foreign girl and the junior college students. The guests who come in groups do not like to pick her. The guests who come in groups are often the most generous, because they are usually entertained to play, and they are likely to pay with public funds, without blinking when tipping.
At this time, another single guest came in. Zhao Lan cheered up and smiled gently, showing a very dignified lady and considerate and gentle look.
Zhao Lan is not like those young ladies. They either dress up in colorful styles, wear heavy makeup, and use frivolous and seductive image to attract customers, or deliberately make up lightly and make a innocent and innocent young female student, and use her shy and cute image to attract customers. Zhao Lan is taking another way. She neither deliberately affectionate nor pretends to be pure, but chooses the image of a decent mature woman. This is also a choice that there is no way. She really doesn't have much capital for youth.
But she is still quite successful. In Haishihao, many middle-aged men like to choose mature women who are considerate and warm. In their words, they just can't stand the vulgarity of those sluts, nor do they like the delicate and artificial false love.
After a few more customers, a middle-aged man looked quite decent. After scanning the faces and bodies of the ladies on the bench, he finally pointed his finger at Zhao Lan with his hands.
A moment of secret joy, Zhao Lan greeted the guest with a smile on her face, and carefully held his arm, pulling him to the dance hall inside like an acquaintance. She smiled gently, carefully pressed her chest to his arm, and greeted him softly while walking.
Sitting side by side on the sofa in a corner of the dance hall, Zhao Lan entertained him in a gentle tone, began to approach him lingeringly, and took the initiative to pull his hand on his shoulder and let him hug her neck
As soon as the middle-aged man holding her came up, he rudely pinched her breasts through her clothes and sighed. She met a veteran of lust, while smiling and twisting her body to agree to him.
Business is becoming more and more difficult now. All the men are very smooth, so it is impossible not to let them take advantage of many advantages.
Alas, my husband doesn't know that the current escort girls are not chatting, drinking and dancing with customers as they used to. Because the number of escort girls is increasing, the guests are becoming more and more presumptuous about them. Now they can touch anywhere on them. In this way, the oversupply of supply has become the buyer's market, and the porn industry is no exception.
If you don't want to do it, there are still many people who want it.
The dance hall is surrounded by pairs of men and women, almost without exception, men teasing and challenging their respective women, while the ladies are forced to smile and flattering to be happy here, which is the only way to earn tips. The aloof attitude in the past will never work anymore. She hasn't met the kind of restrained guest who just sits and chats for a long time.
The man next to Zhao Lan put one hand on her neck, and touched the thigh under her skirt with the other hand. She protected the upper part of her thigh with her hands, trying to stop the man's invasion. While holding up the wine glass and coaxing the man to drink, hoping to make him drunk, she finally got involved.
This man was not very interested in Zhao Lan's flirting. His more interested was to touch and pinch her body.
Such a man is the hardest to deal with
They started dancing, and they hugged to the center of the dance hall and started dancing
In fact, this is not called dancing at all, but standing there, the woman holds her hands around the man's neck, and is hugged by the man and shakes her hands casually. Because she can no longer be used to stop the man's invasion, the woman's body has become the object of casual play for men to dance in this posture. This posture has become the best way for men to take advantage of women.
The man Zhao Lan hugged began to stroke her body hard, as if he wanted to touch her skin through her skirt, his mouth with the smell of smoke and alcohol was chasing her lips, and his body was tightly pressed against her chest. She deliberately smiled and shook her head to avoid his mouth, picking up his lust as if he was angrily and angry, and deliberately letting him succeed from time to time, allowing his mouth to take advantage of her lips.
This is a technique she summarized for a long time. It cannot let a man kiss enough at once, but to make him cheaper little by little. This can maximize the desire of a man for her and also allow him to maintain interest in her for a long time.
Her ears were made extremely itchy by the man's heavy breathing, and her earrings were also picked up by him with his tongue. She turned her head with a smile, her face slashed across the tip of his tongue, causing her disgusting saliva to leave a wet mark on her carefully dressed face. She buried her face in his chest. This is the most effective way to avoid the harassment of the man's mouth without irritating the guests too much.
The man moved his hands to her chest, put his hands into her suspender skirt, and rotated his fingers on her bra, pinching and rubbing her nipples. Although his movements were gentle and considerate, her body still responded strongly. This was her most sensitive part.
She endured his carelessness, remembering her husband who was driving a van, and she kept insisting that she would not accompany the customers to do the same thing, just laugh and not prostitution.
In fact, what is out of order? What is out of order? Is it counting to be touched by a man in his clothes? What about touching his vagina?
Even the fingers are inserted? Not even the bottom line has exceeded the bottom line? If you look at taking off your clothes, the customer will sometimes take off her underwear from the skirt. Is this considered out of line? If it is based on whether she ejaculates or not, then is it considered out of line for her to masturbate and ejaculate with her hands? These are already the basic formats of the three-way escort, and they are not something she can control.
The last bottom line she could stick to in the dance hall was to prevent the guests from inserting them into their bodies for sex, and no matter how they touch each other, they could even put the glans on her labia and rub them inward. At the same time, she asked her to masturbate and not let him enter the end, but how much difference is this and sex?
She never let her husband know about this. She didn't know how he would react if he knew the actual situation of their escort.
Zhao Lan once tentatively told Zhuang Jianhai that if they were in their thirties, they would still insist on just having sex in the dance hall, it would be very difficult to get along. The guests paid less and less fees for the table. They asked for some real things. She cited several sisters and started to accompany the guests in the private room to make more money, or simply went out with the guests.
His reaction was not very repulsive, but he still insisted that she should maintain her dignity and purity. He said, "I know, I don't care about things, don't just do it?" But I really don't worry about doing all kinds of customers, why would I know if they have spread lesions?
She was speechless to believe that safety issues were definitely not what he paid the most attention to. The reason why he opposed it was fundamentally because he cared about it, but they were unwilling to investigate this point, and they all stayed in their hearts and tacitly understood. She was actually very grateful for his attitude towards her
However, last night, the couple made another long talk, which was beyond her expectations. He actually agreed that she could accompany the customer to do that, that is, she agreed that she could engage in prostitution. As long as the customer gave the money, she could do it herself.
This is naked prostitution. Her nature of escorts has completely changed. Although she also wants to make that money, she has never let the customer do it before. When she thinks of that, she is very nervous and really wants those hard guys, big and small, inserted into her body. Is this different from doing that with her husband?
The man holding her pressed her tightly against him, playing with her buttocks with both hands, slowly kneading her skirt and panties. She could feel his penis swelling and pressing her against her lower body through her clothes.
Will this person ask to do that? It may be so interesting to see that he is so interested in her body.
Thinking of this, Zhao Lan felt panic and furious
While driving slowly, Zhuang Jianhai stared at every couple on the street, looking for potential customers
The van he drove was not an ordinary taxi, not a simple means of transportation to pull customers from one place to another. His van back compartment was a unique and modified bed. His real business was actually to pull prostitutes and clients to do that in the back compartment of the car.
Many clients actually only need a hidden place to work with prostitutes. It is cheaper but cheaper to drive a room in a hotel than to open a private room in a dance hall. They can rent this kind of van. They can be calculated by hour or drive while driving. When they get it, they can park according to mileage and drive the car to the place where the guests want to go. The time on the road can be used to play with women. It is both economical and affordable. Some guests will park in a hidden place and leave after they finish it. However, more guests find that having sex in a shaking car is very romantic.
This idea was not what he thought of first, but he was one of the quickest people to join this kind of business. In Shanghai, Luo Ke can't do it
At the intersection of the street, Zhuang Jianhai received a business transaction. A young man who looked like a college student got on a charming and roaring. He got on his car.
He felt relaxed at least not in vain tonight. As the number of people driving such vans increased, his business became less and less as before, and he often had empty cars all night.
He turned the rearview mirror away, indicating to the guest that he would not peek at it, in fact, there will be a corner that reflects the back of his rearview mirror. He can see the spring light behind just by raising his head a little
Men are always curious, especially such Western scenery, but Zhuang Jianhai doesn’t peek every time. After all, it’s meaningless if you see too much, it’s almost always the same thing. In his words, aren’t it just two balls of meat swaying around in the car?
This young man seemed to have little experience. As soon as he got on the car, he was anxious and took off the girl's skirt and hugged her. Then, after taking off her naked, he quickly took off her underwear and started lying on her and fucking her.
Zhuang Jianhai knew how to just scan the rearview mirror every time the car passed by the street light. But today he was not very interested. He just glanced at the two naked bodies behind him and squirmed under the neon light. They were old shots and no new ideas.
He drove the car at the most fuel-efficient slow speed, boredly turning his eyes to the distant night view of the riverside. Now he was driving south along the Bund. The night view on the other side of the Huangpu River kept flashing among the obstacles.
Will Zhao Lan be fucked like this tonight? His thoughts flew to his wife again, and the hallucination of Zhao Lan's snow-white body being hugged by a strange man. When he thought of this, his heart was very upset. Zhao Lan was also in this mood when he just went to be a escort, but he quickly overcame that emotion. He believed that this would be the same this time.
Isn’t it just about getting in and out? Didn’t Zhao Lan’s body be touched long ago in the dance hall?
He knew he shouldn't think so, but two weeks ago he had the opportunity to play with a lady for the first time in his life, and was surprised to find how backward he had known about the escort before.
Although he has been soliciting customers at the doors of various nightclubs, he has never entered the dance hall to call the lady. He doesn't know how much the three escorts are now, nor does he know what the small private room in the dance hall is going on, and he thinks it is just a place to sing karaoke.
He felt ridiculous for being so naive he had always been
It was two weeks ago when an old classmate who came back from New York, USA to visit relatives came to see him when he passed by Shanghai. He took his old classmate to visit the dance hall to show his hospitality.
Lao Wang, a classmate from New York, has not yet married a wife, so Zhuang Jianhai can't help but feel a little superior.
Back then, I was not the one who took the exam to take the G exam, and I couldn't catch up with the craze of going abroad. However, Lao Wang has been abroad for so many years and has been doing this. In the eyes of Zhuang, he is full of rusticity from his bones. If he doesn't know his background, anyone who sees him will think he just came from which county town he has just come from.
What Shanghai people look down on the most is the rustic
Zhuang Jianhai closed down that day and stopped driving. He took Lao Wang to the Bund on Nanjing Road, Shanghai to take Lao Wang for more than ten years. This time, he opened his eyes and opened his eyes to the newly built skyscrapers and the elevated footbridge crossing the river bridge and the underwater tunnels, which made Lao Wang dizzy. He kept sighing that Shanghai had changed so much.
Zhuang Jianhai is very proud of this. Yes, Shanghai’s construction in recent years has shocked the whole world.
He invited Lao Wang to Chenghuang Temple to eat all kinds of snacks. This is the most cost-effective way. A slightly decent restaurant is expensive.
As expected, Lao Wang praised the many foods on the snack street. I have long heard that foreigners eat badly. How can we eat here not only a variety of food, but also extremely cheap. They are all small businesses run by laid-off workers, but they make Lao Wang linger in New York like this.
This makes Zhuang Jianhai very happy to spend less money and do things well. It is the smartest place for Shanghai people.
After dinner, the village was about to take Lao Wang to see the nightclub in Shanghai. Whenever Lao Wang passed by the flashing neon lights in the nightclub, he knew what Lao Wang was thinking about in his heart. His observation of his expression was his ability to eat. He could understand Lao Wang very much. After all, he was so old that he had never had a woman in the United States. AIDS was rampant. I guess he was honest and honest, and he didn't dare to look for prostitutes.
Lao Wang told Zhuang Jianhai that there was no escort in New York, which surprised Zhuang Jianhai. No wonder he came to New York so rustic. He was so happy that he didn't blindly join in the fun of going abroad.
Then we have to take Lao Wang to see the nightclubs in Shanghai. Even if it costs a lot, it will open Lao Wang’s eyes. Moreover, the most distinctive and promising nightlife in Shanghai is the dance hall that is large and small, all over the city?
He brought Lao Wang to a dance hall called Xindelai, of course he had never been there, but based on his frequent passing by, the level here should be similar to that of Haishihao. He told Lao Wang that the lady here served very well. When he said this, he even felt a little uneasy. He seemed to be a regular visitor to the Shanghai dance hall, but any dance hall in Shanghai was very fresh to Lao Wang, and it was not something he could see in the land where he stayed in New York.
I don't know why he always feels superior when he is with Lao Wang. He feels more and more that Shanghai is a world-class city with endless charm. He is very proud of being a Shanghai native.
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Zhao Lan has been dancing several songs with this guest. It seems that this man will be all over her tonight. According to him, this man is a director. Although the official is not very big, he has some small power. He seems to be very satisfied with her tonight. It seems that he will not get any novels today. Maybe he will pay the bills with public funds? Who knows
She was a little proud to be wrapped up by this man
Her appearance here is really not high-end. All the young foreign girls are outstanding, which makes her very jealous.
But she also has her power, which is only a mature woman has, and she has experience, she knows how to please guests.
Shanghai women's cuteness is famous nationwide. It is very obvious in Haishi Haoli. Their local escort women in Shanghai are not as good as those from other places in the country houses, but they always get the kisses of many repeat customers, which is inseparable from their qualities.
Now they hugged each other and squeezed into a corner of the sofa, and there were two pairs of men and women hugging each other, all of whom were doing bold and intimate actions as if no one was around. One of the ladies' belt with skirt was pulled onto their arms, and their breasts without bra were almost all exposed. Another woman's skirt was stacked up, revealing dazzling white underwear.
The man's big hand began to grop up along Zhao Lan's skirt. She could no longer stop his invasion. She was unwilling to offend such a guest and gasped half-truely, rubbing his face with his face, and he would half-push and resist on the spot every time he invaded. He grabbed his big hand in the skirt with one hand, pressed the other side of the skirt with the other hand, and held his legs tightly.
Her shyness actually encouraged him to move further. He began to touch her most secret part through her panties. His fingers touched the position of the vagina and rubbed it up and down.
While moaning exaggeratedly, she touched the man's lower body with her hands, rubbed gently on his erect penis through his pants, and knew from his heavy breathing that her movements were working. She tried harder to stimulate his lower body with her hands and kissed him with her mouth to please her face.
His fingers were restlessly inserted into her panties, touching her pubic hair, she twisted her body a few times, not intending to stop his invasion immediately
He became more vigorous, his fingers penetrated deeper into her panties, and directly touched her blood-filled labia. She was very happy that her lower body was already wet. Men always liked to see women reacting under their playing.
It is time to stop him, so he can stop it. He can't get everything too easily, otherwise it will be difficult to keep him interested for a long time. She pushed his hand away coquettishly and crossed one leg to his legs. This not only maintained close contact, but also effectively protected her private parts. At the same time, she put her hands around his neck and began to complain about his coquettish voice.
This man was obviously a veteran of the middle school. He followed the trend of picking her up and hugged her in his arms. He kissed her wildly on her mouth and failed to avoid the attack. He simply let him take advantage of it. Then he pushed him away with breath and said in a hurry that he was going to die.
Of course he wouldn't let her go, he pulled her up, let her sit completely on his legs, grabbed her arms, hooked her back to his neck, and began to attack her upper body with both hands. His hands took off the belt of her skirt, let the belt hang on her arms, and her breasts showed her milky white bra. The erect breasts were faintly visible in the silk cloth.
He hugged her tightly, preventing her from retreating, and began to press his mouth against his bra and kiss him.
She screamed lowly at this time, mostly her screams were caused by physical instinct reactions. For some reason, her breasts were still very sensitive after so many years of marriage. This is also the reason why she always insisted on wearing a bra.
Of course, wearing a bra is impossible to stop many men from attacking. Often, guests ask her to take the initiative to remove the bra, but this gives her an extra bargaining chip. And some guests have indeed told her that women wearing bras are more sexy and can be more attractive.
Now the man was rubbing his mouth against the bra on her chest with his mouth, but his hands touched her back. She pressed her face against his hair, resisting the stimulation from her breasts every time the guest played with her breasts was the most difficult time. What was hateful is that almost every guest was interested in her breasts. I don’t know if it was because her breasts were particularly plump, or if this part of a woman was extremely attractive to men.
No matter how much she hates the guests playing with her breasts, she has to endure it now. When she was dancing just now, she had used music to twist her body to avoid his sex play. If she avoided him, she would probably really make him unhappy.
He was indeed an old hand playing with women. He unbuttoned her bra with both hands behind her back through her skirt. He then arched his loose bra with his lips and kissed her body directly on her chest with his mouth.
The strong stimulation made her a little unbearable, but his hands pressed on her back. She couldn't escape. Her hands were withdrawn from his neck, tightly covering the bra that was about to fall off, carefully protecting the nipples, leaving a small breast to make him cheaper. She began to twist her body, press forward on his head, but his lips were tightly attached to her chest, no matter how she twisted, she couldn't get rid of her, and she sighed and had to give up, letting him kiss her breasts directly with her mouth, but she just used her strength to get rid of it every time he almost touched her nipples.
The dance music started, and she invited him to dance again, but he raised his head from her breasts and said: Don't dance, just play it
She was a little nervous and he might ask for it if she continued to play like this. She had encountered such a situation many times. In the past, she always simply refused. Ordinary men would not be particularly unhappy. At most, they would only give less extra tips.
But what about today? Do you really want to promise him that?
She suddenly felt extremely panicked when she thought of opening her whole body to let this person enter, so as to cross this last bottom line that every woman cherished.
How could she bargain with him? It costs 200 yuan? Or 100 yuan? At least 80 yuan or play for one hour? The pheasant outside also costs 50 yuan per hour. I told him that it was the first time. This was not a lie to him. He could go to the boss to inquire about it anyway, so he wouldn't do it if he was less than 80 yuan.
She regretted not asking Zhuang Jianhai to set a definite price for her yesterday
While she was thinking about it, she saw him reaching his pants covered by her skirt and pulling the zipper on his own pants.
It seems that he has reached the point where he has to vent his sexual desire that has gathered in his body.
This is exactly when she should say that, she gently moved her skirt away with her hand, covered the gap of his pants, and said to him gently that this is not the place to do this. If he wants, she can accompany him to the private room.
He said angrily, why not? He is not afraid of being seen
As he said that, he lifted up her skirt, pressed one of her hands on the erect penis under the skirt, and smiled at her ambiguously, rubbing her snow-white thighs with both hands, it turned out that he was not even wearing underwear, and he was ready to let the lady help him masturbate.
She knew that he just wanted her to help him get a pistol here, and she couldn't bear to spend money on the box, cursing a stingy in her heart, but thinking that she would not immediately cross the last line of defense for prostitution. Although this was only a temporary delay, she felt like a stone fell to the ground. He really wanted to do that and she was nervous.
She shyly covered his entire lower body with a few twists, and put her hand in and began to gently touch his cock, holding it virtually, and slowly stroking it.
His mouth kissed her lips
The sky in Shanghai is gray at night, and colorful colors are constantly flashing under the reflection of neon lights beside the street.
The most dazzling in the distance is naturally the Oriental Pearl TV Tower pointing directly to the night sky. The outline inlaid with lights can be seen in almost every place in Shanghai. It is the proudest landmark building for Shanghai people.
On the brilliant door in front of him, the three words "Haishihao" are surrounded by a string of fast-gliding lights. The particularly eye-catching and elegant slow three melody floats out from it in the night sky, making the street full of romantic atmosphere. This is a medium-sized nightclub, which is the most common dance hall with many escort ladies in Shanghai.
Zhuang Jianhai's wife Zhao Lan is working as a escort girl inside. He just watched her graceful figure disappear in the dance hall door in the twilight.
It was just getting dark, and there were not many guests inside. I wonder if she was waiting for the guests to choose in front of the stage, or was she already hugged by a guest in the dance hall and shaking with the rhythm of slow four, or... 80% she was still sitting on the bench in front of the stage. After all, she was not very young, and she was not as good as a working girl from other places in terms of figure and appearance.
There is no benefit in Zhuang Jianhai not thinking about this anymore. This is something he knew for a long time, but he still often can't help but guess the scene of his wife accompanying guests. Especially in the past two weeks, his thinking is even more unconscious.
Zhao Lan has been a escort in Haishihao for more than two years. Zhuang Jianhai has already gone through the kind of mental journey of feeling sour when he thinks of his wife laughing in the arms of others. The cuckold complex. This is the word he summarized. It is only a novice who has just debuted. He is proud that he can treat this matter quickly. This is also a kind of maturity and a state of life.
He can calmly face his wife's smiles and not sell herself, chat, drink and dance with customers, but how can he truly face the last step she is about to take to prostitution?
He himself couldn't tell what he would feel since they had decided to take this step, maybe Zhao Lan might be... He really didn't want to think about this anymore. They didn't choose Zhao Lan said that, and he thought so in his heart.
Shanghai is a place where people laugh at the poor but not the prostitute. This kind of thing is becoming more and more common. In fact, it is not only Shanghai, but also where is not the case in the country?
He knew more than a dozen vans, and half of his wives were all working as escorts in the dance hall. The wives were either too old or too ugly. It can be said that almost all of them were doing it. Isn’t it all like this? Isn’t it all the money? They don’t drive such a car, but they just want to make money? Who cares about face?
However, he only knows that there are two people who really sell themselves. After all, the difference between spending the night with customers and dancing with customers is too big.
According to their statement, escorts in the dance hall only make people cheaper, but if they sell them all, they will be able to earn the price after being taken advantage of by others.
He used to be very open-minded about the escort. His wife was hugged and danced without losing her body. In the early years, when he caught up with her, she was hugged by many people in the dance hall of the school. For this reason, he has repeatedly advised Xiao Wu, who was laid off with him, and Xiao Wu always sighed every day when waiting for his wife, complaining that he was useless and could only let his wife do these escorts.
How can I make money? Is there anything I can do? Is it just to make money? Is there anything I can do? Is it easier for my wife to take advantage of my money? Is it better to take money in my wallet? Is it better to make money? I see Duan Husheng of Ning's family. My wife drove customers out and earned two shares of money. That one is called Jingu
This is what you have to think about in this industry. Ah Q, just Ah Q. Where can I make money now? They are all too short of money. The laid-off allowance is counted, and they can also deal with it sloppy life. But the factory is carrying out housing reform. Now the house they live in must be bought from the factory. Although it is only a discount of 40,000 yuan, this is a huge expense for them. In addition, in order to let their son go to the experimental junior high school with the best teaching quality, they had to pay 30,000 yuan last year. They spent all their blood and sweat deposits at home, and borrowed a lot of debt to make up.
Thinking of his son, a sense of pride suddenly arose in his heart. His son did not disappoint his expectations. His academic performance was rising all the way. He would definitely be promoted to a key class in the next semester: the key class in a key middle school. How can he not be proud of this?
Of course, he has to pay 8,000 yuan to enter a key class. Nowadays, the society requires money everywhere, and the school is no exception. However, both of them are laid off. The 8,000 yuan is a too big figure. With the unpaid debt, he also wants to save money to buy a Santa to rent this van. It is a loss to pay nearly half of the income every day for rent. Moreover, the above policies are sometimes tight and sometimes loose. Who knows when this van will be completely banned from driving like this. It is not very legal. But this money, alas...
Just as Zhao Lan said, they did not choose, although their quality of life has improved a lot in recent years and they have no worries about food and clothing, but if they really want to live a good life, how can they get without money? And now they are not young anymore, how many years can they earn like this day and night?
At this time, another group of men came in. They were all wearing suits and ties, but they were not good things. Zhuang cursed in his heart, fucking you mother, and he was even more balanced in his heart. Zhuang Jianhai still hoped that the dance hall business would be prosperous, and he also hoped that Zhao Lan would be chosen by the man to sit on the bench and wait on the bench. They would not make much money without tips.
Will any of them pick Zhao Lan? He looked at the group of people a few more times, turned his head guiltily, and looked at the Oriental Pearl TV Tower in the distance. The brightly lit TV Tower pointed directly into the sky in the night sky. Behind him was the beautiful night view of Pudong, forming a gorgeous Shanghai night color.
This is what he is proud of. Shanghai. When he thinks about the great achievements of Pudong's rapid development in recent years, he will be extremely proud and proud. If it weren't for the great development in Shanghai in recent years, their business would not have been as good as today.
He breathed a sigh, started the car and drove slowly towards Huaihai Road
Zhao Lan in Haishihao was not picked by the new men. She was speechless, and her heart was extremely melancholy. The sisters sitting on the chair were actually competing with each other. Whenever the guests came in, they used their most charming and powerful eyes to pick a certificate that they could be selected first, just like a certificate that proved that their appearance was better than other women.
A few selected ladies leaned on their guests' arms and entered the dance inside.
Behind the hall, there is a slight oriole laughter echoing in the room
Zhao Lan's appearance is no longer as good as the young foreign girl and the junior college students. The guests who come in groups do not like to pick her. The guests who come in groups are often the most generous, because they are usually entertained to play, and they are likely to pay with public funds, without blinking when tipping.
At this time, another single guest came in. Zhao Lan cheered up and smiled gently, showing a very dignified lady and considerate and gentle look.
Zhao Lan is not like those young ladies. They either dress up in colorful styles, wear heavy makeup, and use frivolous and seductive image to attract customers, or deliberately make up lightly and make a innocent and innocent young female student, and use her shy and cute image to attract customers. Zhao Lan is taking another way. She neither deliberately affectionate nor pretends to be pure, but chooses the image of a decent mature woman. This is also a choice that there is no way. She really doesn't have much capital for youth.
But she is still quite successful. In Haishihao, many middle-aged men like to choose mature women who are considerate and warm. In their words, they just can't stand the vulgarity of those sluts, nor do they like the delicate and artificial false love.
After a few more customers, a middle-aged man looked quite decent. After scanning the faces and bodies of the ladies on the bench, he finally pointed his finger at Zhao Lan with his hands.
A moment of secret joy, Zhao Lan greeted the guest with a smile on her face, and carefully held his arm, pulling him to the dance hall inside like an acquaintance. She smiled gently, carefully pressed her chest to his arm, and greeted him softly while walking.
Sitting side by side on the sofa in a corner of the dance hall, Zhao Lan entertained him in a gentle tone, began to approach him lingeringly, and took the initiative to pull his hand on his shoulder and let him hug her neck
As soon as the middle-aged man holding her came up, he rudely pinched her breasts through her clothes and sighed. She met a veteran of lust, while smiling and twisting her body to agree to him.
Business is becoming more and more difficult now. All the men are very smooth, so it is impossible not to let them take advantage of many advantages.
Alas, my husband doesn't know that the current escort girls are not chatting, drinking and dancing with customers as they used to. Because the number of escort girls is increasing, the guests are becoming more and more presumptuous about them. Now they can touch anywhere on them. In this way, the oversupply of supply has become the buyer's market, and the porn industry is no exception.
If you don't want to do it, there are still many people who want it.
The dance hall is surrounded by pairs of men and women, almost without exception, men teasing and challenging their respective women, while the ladies are forced to smile and flattering to be happy here, which is the only way to earn tips. The aloof attitude in the past will never work anymore. She hasn't met the kind of restrained guest who just sits and chats for a long time.
The man next to Zhao Lan put one hand on her neck, and touched the thigh under her skirt with the other hand. She protected the upper part of her thigh with her hands, trying to stop the man's invasion. While holding up the wine glass and coaxing the man to drink, hoping to make him drunk, she finally got involved.
This man was not very interested in Zhao Lan's flirting. His more interested was to touch and pinch her body.
Such a man is the hardest to deal with
They started dancing, and they hugged to the center of the dance hall and started dancing
In fact, this is not called dancing at all, but standing there, the woman holds her hands around the man's neck, and is hugged by the man and shakes her hands casually. Because she can no longer be used to stop the man's invasion, the woman's body has become the object of casual play for men to dance in this posture. This posture has become the best way for men to take advantage of women.
The man Zhao Lan hugged began to stroke her body hard, as if he wanted to touch her skin through her skirt, his mouth with the smell of smoke and alcohol was chasing her lips, and his body was tightly pressed against her chest. She deliberately smiled and shook her head to avoid his mouth, picking up his lust as if he was angrily and angry, and deliberately letting him succeed from time to time, allowing his mouth to take advantage of her lips.
This is a technique she summarized for a long time. It cannot let a man kiss enough at once, but to make him cheaper little by little. This can maximize the desire of a man for her and also allow him to maintain interest in her for a long time.
Her ears were made extremely itchy by the man's heavy breathing, and her earrings were also picked up by him with his tongue. She turned her head with a smile, her face slashed across the tip of his tongue, causing her disgusting saliva to leave a wet mark on her carefully dressed face. She buried her face in his chest. This is the most effective way to avoid the harassment of the man's mouth without irritating the guests too much.
The man moved his hands to her chest, put his hands into her suspender skirt, and rotated his fingers on her bra, pinching and rubbing her nipples. Although his movements were gentle and considerate, her body still responded strongly. This was her most sensitive part.
She endured his carelessness, remembering her husband who was driving a van, and she kept insisting that she would not accompany the customers to do the same thing, just laugh and not prostitution.
In fact, what is out of order? What is out of order? Is it counting to be touched by a man in his clothes? What about touching his vagina?
Even the fingers are inserted? Not even the bottom line has exceeded the bottom line? If you look at taking off your clothes, the customer will sometimes take off her underwear from the skirt. Is this considered out of line? If it is based on whether she ejaculates or not, then is it considered out of line for her to masturbate and ejaculate with her hands? These are already the basic formats of the three-way escort, and they are not something she can control.
The last bottom line she could stick to in the dance hall was to prevent the guests from inserting them into their bodies for sex, and no matter how they touch each other, they could even put the glans on her labia and rub them inward. At the same time, she asked her to masturbate and not let him enter the end, but how much difference is this and sex?
She never let her husband know about this. She didn't know how he would react if he knew the actual situation of their escort.
Zhao Lan once tentatively told Zhuang Jianhai that if they were in their thirties, they would still insist on just having sex in the dance hall, it would be very difficult to get along. The guests paid less and less fees for the table. They asked for some real things. She cited several sisters and started to accompany the guests in the private room to make more money, or simply went out with the guests.
His reaction was not very repulsive, but he still insisted that she should maintain her dignity and purity. He said, "I know, I don't care about things, don't just do it?" But I really don't worry about doing all kinds of customers, why would I know if they have spread lesions?
She was speechless to believe that safety issues were definitely not what he paid the most attention to. The reason why he opposed it was fundamentally because he cared about it, but they were unwilling to investigate this point, and they all stayed in their hearts and tacitly understood. She was actually very grateful for his attitude towards her
However, last night, the couple made another long talk, which was beyond her expectations. He actually agreed that she could accompany the customer to do that, that is, she agreed that she could engage in prostitution. As long as the customer gave the money, she could do it herself.
This is naked prostitution. Her nature of escorts has completely changed. Although she also wants to make that money, she has never let the customer do it before. When she thinks of that, she is very nervous and really wants those hard guys, big and small, inserted into her body. Is this different from doing that with her husband?
The man holding her pressed her tightly against him, playing with her buttocks with both hands, slowly kneading her skirt and panties. She could feel his penis swelling and pressing her against her lower body through her clothes.
Will this person ask to do that? It may be so interesting to see that he is so interested in her body.
Thinking of this, Zhao Lan felt panic and furious
While driving slowly, Zhuang Jianhai stared at every couple on the street, looking for potential customers
The van he drove was not an ordinary taxi, not a simple means of transportation to pull customers from one place to another. His van back compartment was a unique and modified bed. His real business was actually to pull prostitutes and clients to do that in the back compartment of the car.
Many clients actually only need a hidden place to work with prostitutes. It is cheaper but cheaper to drive a room in a hotel than to open a private room in a dance hall. They can rent this kind of van. They can be calculated by hour or drive while driving. When they get it, they can park according to mileage and drive the car to the place where the guests want to go. The time on the road can be used to play with women. It is both economical and affordable. Some guests will park in a hidden place and leave after they finish it. However, more guests find that having sex in a shaking car is very romantic.
This idea was not what he thought of first, but he was one of the quickest people to join this kind of business. In Shanghai, Luo Ke can't do it
At the intersection of the street, Zhuang Jianhai received a business transaction. A young man who looked like a college student got on a charming and roaring. He got on his car.
He felt relaxed at least not in vain tonight. As the number of people driving such vans increased, his business became less and less as before, and he often had empty cars all night.
He turned the rearview mirror away, indicating to the guest that he would not peek at it, in fact, there will be a corner that reflects the back of his rearview mirror. He can see the spring light behind just by raising his head a little
Men are always curious, especially such Western scenery, but Zhuang Jianhai doesn’t peek every time. After all, it’s meaningless if you see too much, it’s almost always the same thing. In his words, aren’t it just two balls of meat swaying around in the car?
This young man seemed to have little experience. As soon as he got on the car, he was anxious and took off the girl's skirt and hugged her. Then, after taking off her naked, he quickly took off her underwear and started lying on her and fucking her.
Zhuang Jianhai knew how to just scan the rearview mirror every time the car passed by the street light. But today he was not very interested. He just glanced at the two naked bodies behind him and squirmed under the neon light. They were old shots and no new ideas.
He drove the car at the most fuel-efficient slow speed, boredly turning his eyes to the distant night view of the riverside. Now he was driving south along the Bund. The night view on the other side of the Huangpu River kept flashing among the obstacles.
Will Zhao Lan be fucked like this tonight? His thoughts flew to his wife again, and the hallucination of Zhao Lan's snow-white body being hugged by a strange man. When he thought of this, his heart was very upset. Zhao Lan was also in this mood when he just went to be a escort, but he quickly overcame that emotion. He believed that this would be the same this time.
Isn’t it just about getting in and out? Didn’t Zhao Lan’s body be touched long ago in the dance hall?
He knew he shouldn't think so, but two weeks ago he had the opportunity to play with a lady for the first time in his life, and was surprised to find how backward he had known about the escort before.
Although he has been soliciting customers at the doors of various nightclubs, he has never entered the dance hall to call the lady. He doesn't know how much the three escorts are now, nor does he know what the small private room in the dance hall is going on, and he thinks it is just a place to sing karaoke.
He felt ridiculous for being so naive he had always been
It was two weeks ago when an old classmate who came back from New York, USA to visit relatives came to see him when he passed by Shanghai. He took his old classmate to visit the dance hall to show his hospitality.
Lao Wang, a classmate from New York, has not yet married a wife, so Zhuang Jianhai can't help but feel a little superior.
Back then, I was not the one who took the exam to take the G exam, and I couldn't catch up with the craze of going abroad. However, Lao Wang has been abroad for so many years and has been doing this. In the eyes of Zhuang, he is full of rusticity from his bones. If he doesn't know his background, anyone who sees him will think he just came from which county town he has just come from.
What Shanghai people look down on the most is the rustic
Zhuang Jianhai closed down that day and stopped driving. He took Lao Wang to the Bund on Nanjing Road, Shanghai to take Lao Wang for more than ten years. This time, he opened his eyes and opened his eyes to the newly built skyscrapers and the elevated footbridge crossing the river bridge and the underwater tunnels, which made Lao Wang dizzy. He kept sighing that Shanghai had changed so much.
Zhuang Jianhai is very proud of this. Yes, Shanghai’s construction in recent years has shocked the whole world.
He invited Lao Wang to Chenghuang Temple to eat all kinds of snacks. This is the most cost-effective way. A slightly decent restaurant is expensive.
As expected, Lao Wang praised the many foods on the snack street. I have long heard that foreigners eat badly. How can we eat here not only a variety of food, but also extremely cheap. They are all small businesses run by laid-off workers, but they make Lao Wang linger in New York like this.
This makes Zhuang Jianhai very happy to spend less money and do things well. It is the smartest place for Shanghai people.
After dinner, the village was about to take Lao Wang to see the nightclub in Shanghai. Whenever Lao Wang passed by the flashing neon lights in the nightclub, he knew what Lao Wang was thinking about in his heart. His observation of his expression was his ability to eat. He could understand Lao Wang very much. After all, he was so old that he had never had a woman in the United States. AIDS was rampant. I guess he was honest and honest, and he didn't dare to look for prostitutes.
Lao Wang told Zhuang Jianhai that there was no escort in New York, which surprised Zhuang Jianhai. No wonder he came to New York so rustic. He was so happy that he didn't blindly join in the fun of going abroad.
Then we have to take Lao Wang to see the nightclubs in Shanghai. Even if it costs a lot, it will open Lao Wang’s eyes. Moreover, the most distinctive and promising nightlife in Shanghai is the dance hall that is large and small, all over the city?
He brought Lao Wang to a dance hall called Xindelai, of course he had never been there, but based on his frequent passing by, the level here should be similar to that of Haishihao. He told Lao Wang that the lady here served very well. When he said this, he even felt a little uneasy. He seemed to be a regular visitor to the Shanghai dance hall, but any dance hall in Shanghai was very fresh to Lao Wang, and it was not something he could see in the land where he stayed in New York.
I don't know why he always feels superior when he is with Lao Wang. He feels more and more that Shanghai is a world-class city with endless charm. He is very proud of being a Shanghai native.
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Zhao Lan has been dancing several songs with this guest. It seems that this man will be all over her tonight. According to him, this man is a director. Although the official is not very big, he has some small power. He seems to be very satisfied with her tonight. It seems that he will not get any novels today. Maybe he will pay the bills with public funds? Who knows
She was a little proud to be wrapped up by this man
Her appearance here is really not high-end. All the young foreign girls are outstanding, which makes her very jealous.
But she also has her power, which is only a mature woman has, and she has experience, she knows how to please guests.
Shanghai women's cuteness is famous nationwide. It is very obvious in Haishi Haoli. Their local escort women in Shanghai are not as good as those from other places in the country houses, but they always get the kisses of many repeat customers, which is inseparable from their qualities.
Now they hugged each other and squeezed into a corner of the sofa, and there were two pairs of men and women hugging each other, all of whom were doing bold and intimate actions as if no one was around. One of the ladies' belt with skirt was pulled onto their arms, and their breasts without bra were almost all exposed. Another woman's skirt was stacked up, revealing dazzling white underwear.
The man's big hand began to grop up along Zhao Lan's skirt. She could no longer stop his invasion. She was unwilling to offend such a guest and gasped half-truely, rubbing his face with his face, and he would half-push and resist on the spot every time he invaded. He grabbed his big hand in the skirt with one hand, pressed the other side of the skirt with the other hand, and held his legs tightly.
Her shyness actually encouraged him to move further. He began to touch her most secret part through her panties. His fingers touched the position of the vagina and rubbed it up and down.
While moaning exaggeratedly, she touched the man's lower body with her hands, rubbed gently on his erect penis through his pants, and knew from his heavy breathing that her movements were working. She tried harder to stimulate his lower body with her hands and kissed him with her mouth to please her face.
His fingers were restlessly inserted into her panties, touching her pubic hair, she twisted her body a few times, not intending to stop his invasion immediately
He became more vigorous, his fingers penetrated deeper into her panties, and directly touched her blood-filled labia. She was very happy that her lower body was already wet. Men always liked to see women reacting under their playing.
It is time to stop him, so he can stop it. He can't get everything too easily, otherwise it will be difficult to keep him interested for a long time. She pushed his hand away coquettishly and crossed one leg to his legs. This not only maintained close contact, but also effectively protected her private parts. At the same time, she put her hands around his neck and began to complain about his coquettish voice.
This man was obviously a veteran of the middle school. He followed the trend of picking her up and hugged her in his arms. He kissed her wildly on her mouth and failed to avoid the attack. He simply let him take advantage of it. Then he pushed him away with breath and said in a hurry that he was going to die.
Of course he wouldn't let her go, he pulled her up, let her sit completely on his legs, grabbed her arms, hooked her back to his neck, and began to attack her upper body with both hands. His hands took off the belt of her skirt, let the belt hang on her arms, and her breasts showed her milky white bra. The erect breasts were faintly visible in the silk cloth.
He hugged her tightly, preventing her from retreating, and began to press his mouth against his bra and kiss him.
She screamed lowly at this time, mostly her screams were caused by physical instinct reactions. For some reason, her breasts were still very sensitive after so many years of marriage. This is also the reason why she always insisted on wearing a bra.
Of course, wearing a bra is impossible to stop many men from attacking. Often, guests ask her to take the initiative to remove the bra, but this gives her an extra bargaining chip. And some guests have indeed told her that women wearing bras are more sexy and can be more attractive.
Now the man was rubbing his mouth against the bra on her chest with his mouth, but his hands touched her back. She pressed her face against his hair, resisting the stimulation from her breasts every time the guest played with her breasts was the most difficult time. What was hateful is that almost every guest was interested in her breasts. I don’t know if it was because her breasts were particularly plump, or if this part of a woman was extremely attractive to men.
No matter how much she hates the guests playing with her breasts, she has to endure it now. When she was dancing just now, she had used music to twist her body to avoid his sex play. If she avoided him, she would probably really make him unhappy.
He was indeed an old hand playing with women. He unbuttoned her bra with both hands behind her back through her skirt. He then arched his loose bra with his lips and kissed her body directly on her chest with his mouth.
The strong stimulation made her a little unbearable, but his hands pressed on her back. She couldn't escape. Her hands were withdrawn from his neck, tightly covering the bra that was about to fall off, carefully protecting the nipples, leaving a small breast to make him cheaper. She began to twist her body, press forward on his head, but his lips were tightly attached to her chest, no matter how she twisted, she couldn't get rid of her, and she sighed and had to give up, letting him kiss her breasts directly with her mouth, but she just used her strength to get rid of it every time he almost touched her nipples.
The dance music started, and she invited him to dance again, but he raised his head from her breasts and said: Don't dance, just play it
She was a little nervous and he might ask for it if she continued to play like this. She had encountered such a situation many times. In the past, she always simply refused. Ordinary men would not be particularly unhappy. At most, they would only give less extra tips.
But what about today? Do you really want to promise him that?
She suddenly felt extremely panicked when she thought of opening her whole body to let this person enter, so as to cross this last bottom line that every woman cherished.
How could she bargain with him? It costs 200 yuan? Or 100 yuan? At least 80 yuan or play for one hour? The pheasant outside also costs 50 yuan per hour. I told him that it was the first time. This was not a lie to him. He could go to the boss to inquire about it anyway, so he wouldn't do it if he was less than 80 yuan.
She regretted not asking Zhuang Jianhai to set a definite price for her yesterday
While she was thinking about it, she saw him reaching his pants covered by her skirt and pulling the zipper on his own pants.
It seems that he has reached the point where he has to vent his sexual desire that has gathered in his body.
This is exactly when she should say that, she gently moved her skirt away with her hand, covered the gap of his pants, and said to him gently that this is not the place to do this. If he wants, she can accompany him to the private room.
He said angrily, why not? He is not afraid of being seen
As he said that, he lifted up her skirt, pressed one of her hands on the erect penis under the skirt, and smiled at her ambiguously, rubbing her snow-white thighs with both hands, it turned out that he was not even wearing underwear, and he was ready to let the lady help him masturbate.
She knew that he just wanted her to help him get a pistol here, and she couldn't bear to spend money on the box, cursing a stingy in her heart, but thinking that she would not immediately cross the last line of defense for prostitution. Although this was only a temporary delay, she felt like a stone fell to the ground. He really wanted to do that and she was nervous.
She shyly covered his entire lower body with a few twists, and put her hand in and began to gently touch his cock, holding it virtually, and slowly stroking it.
His mouth kissed her lips
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