Yesterday, 9 PM
Maple Forest Evening Leisure Club.
The girl bid farewell to Luis with a sense of loss, rested alone in her room for a while, took a shower, and then went to the front desk to finish her shift.
She had been momentarily attracted to Luis.
He was good-looking, the right height, and most importantly, his penis was big enough. In just a few minutes, he had brought her to an unprecedented peak.
If a man like that had agreed to her request, she would have genuinely been willing to support him.
The girls working here, and everyone in her circle were the same, aren't they all keeping a man on the side, or going to clubs during their breaks to find a male model to enjoy being served?
They called it dating, but in truth, it was no different from keeping a man for themselves.
It's no different from keeping a gigolo.
Those men would lie around all day, ask for money when they ran out, and come to bed only when they wanted sex.
She didn't see it as being cheap. It was just a way to feel wanted, to remind herself that even if she sold her body, there were still men willing to be with her.
Who didn't want to feel like a good girl once in a while?
Unfortunately, Luis didn't like her.
However, she was not bothered too much and started caring less.
Despite being a prostitute, she could easily attract men by dressing up and going out during the day.
It was just that finding someone who truly moved her wasn't easy.
At first, she had a bit of a crush on him, but he refused to add her on WhatsApp, told her to be careful when she went home at night, and then asked for her phone number.
That's really weird....
When, she quickly finished her shift and returned to the lounge, there were dozens of women's in their twenties and thirties dressed provocatively, with their breasts exposed, legs wide open, and their underwear showing.
"Sheila, did you just run into a big dick? I was passing by when I went to the toilet and I heard you moaning so loudly. I thought you were going to be fucked to death."
"You're full of foul language and nonsense. If you weren't a woman, who would believe that a woman could say such rude things?" Another girl immediately said
"At least this long and this thick," Sheila gestured.
"Damn, I almost got fucked to death just now, but it was really amazing." Sheila said savoring the memory.
"Look at you, acting all slutty." Another girl sneered, "It's not like you've never seen a big dick before, yet you're acting like this."
"Damn it, you'll see once you try it. What's the point of telling you?" Sheila said with a disdainful look.
"A big dick is useless; it also has to be hard enough and last a long time. Otherwise, it'll feel like a slug when you put it in, and it won't even stop the itch. I met one yesterday who was bigger than the one you just mentioned, and he ejaculated in less than a minute. What bad luck."
Everyone burst into laughter, and then they started talking about the clients they'd had, saying this client had a lot of tricks up their sleeve, that client ejaculated prematurely…
These things are secrets to men, but to these women who have had intimate contact with them, they are just topics of conversation over tea.
Especially those who, after drinking, try to persuade prostitutes to reform, speak their minds, or play the victim, will become a recurring topic of conversation among them.
Often, at the end of the conversation, they'll add a finishing touch, "Idiot!"
So never get emotionally involved with a slutty bitch, unless... there is no unless!
After get off work, tonight, including Luis, Sheila worked together for a total of 4 hours.
Luis made her feel good and opened her up, which caused her to have no feeling afterward. Even the customers felt like they were poking a tattered cloth.
Exhausted, Sheila left work early at 3 a.m., changed her clothes, grabbed her bag, and slowly walked towards her rented apartment.
There's an alleyway when you pass the apartment building. The streetlights in that alley have been broken for the past few days, and she didn't know when they'll be fixed.
She used to feel tense every time she passed by that place, but after walking through it so many times, she had grown used to it. Now it no longer stirred anything in her.
But today, just as she was about to step into the alley, she suddenly remembered what Luis had said to her before he left.
"Be careful on your way home tonight!"
She hadn't really paid attention to it before, and had even almost forgotten about it, but now that she was here, those words seemed to echo in her ears, making her feel uneasy.
Looking around, it was already 3:30. There were still some snack shops nearby with their lights on, while the other shops had long since closed for the night.
Sheila thought for a moment, turned on her phone's flashlight, and then pretended to be on the phone as she walked inside, speaking loudly and looking around nervously.
She walked faster than usual.
There was a recessed area in the middle of the alley, meant for trash cans, but they had been gone for the past few days. As she passed the spot, she noticed a man sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall, asleep.
Her heart skipped a beat. She stifled the gasp rising in her throat, quickened her pace, and hurried away.
After she left, the man on the ground slowly opened his eyes and watched her retreating figure. A trace of resentment flickered in his gaze.
He threw the brick in his hand aside.
He had been staking out the spot for two days, and he had even figured out what time this girl would get off work each day. He was planning to call it quits today, but when he heard the girl on the phone, he backed down.
He wasn't sure if he was really on the phone, but after robbing someone, he would need time to run away and hide.
If she was really on the phone, the person on the other end would definitely realize what was happening when he made his move, and they would call the police, which could potentially lead to his immediate arrest.
He was short of money, but not so short that he needed the government to provide him with food and lodging immediately. He still wanted to rob the money and then live a carefree life for a while.
And so, the girl successfully escaped a disaster.