Thank you boss!

  As soon as I entered the bedroom, I rolled into the bathroom to take a bath and carefully washed myself from head to toe. I could tell that Ba Wang was disdainful of me, even normal men looked down on prostitutes, let alone someone like Ba Wang!

  The tyrant was still sitting on that Simmons, staring at me through a layer of glass, his eyes fixed straight. I thought he liked to peek at women bathing like my neighbor's dirty old man, so I slowed down my movements, wiping myself over and over again, almost peeling off a layer of skin.

  I heard the tyrant's impatient summons, and I rolled out wrapped in a bath towel. He pushed me onto the Simmons mattress, and we started rolling around. Today his mood wasn't great, so my role as a punching bag was fully utilized.

  I closed my eyes and let him do his thing, to be honest I've never experienced the feeling of being desired by someone else, most of the time I just feel like I'm providing a place for men to release themselves.

  The tyrant was not satisfied with my performance, pulling my hair and ordering me to shout. I was afraid of provoking his anger, so I pretended to be happy and shouted loudly. I kept telling myself that it's just a job, as long as the customer is happy, it's fine. He did it forcefully, as if I wasn't a person. I don't know if he hurt me or if I was being overly sensitive, but I felt extremely uncomfortable. After the tyrant finished, he lit a cigarette and asked me, "Does your family know you're working as a prostitute?" For some reason, I told him that my mom had run away and my dad didn't consider me his daughter anymore. The tyrant's expression was indifferent, I don't know if he believed me or not, but it would be best if he didn't believe me. As soon as I said those words, I regretted them - why did I tell him those things? Someone like him must think they're laughable. He extinguished his cigarette and asked me what I planned to do in the future.

  I really can't imagine discussing life plans with Ba Wang on a Simmons bed. Nor do I know the reason for his fatigue after intense exercise, others seem gentle, but he looks so arrogant to me. The next moment, he immediately changed his face and loudly asked me to help him blow the ocarina. I feel like I'm really stupid, he's just curious, asking casually, and I took it seriously. He came to flirt, and I was flirted with.

  My mouth is all numb, he finally solved the problem, my mouth was full of a fishy smell, I cried, and tears kept falling from my eyes. I felt dirty and cheap. I don't want to be a prostitute anymore, it's not worth the easy money. I'd rather work in an electronics factory or a garment factory!

  The overbearing man sneered at me, saying I was already a mistress, so why pretend to be pure. My head spun with anger and I glared back at him, retorting "I'm a mistress, then you're here to solicit a mistress, what does that make you?"

  He raised his hand and slapped me in the face, my ears buzzing, this woke me up, what was I thinking, daring to fight back. I was afraid, hanging my head in fear, my body trembling all over, I just wanted to get out of there, even if it meant rolling out on the ground.

  The tyrant snorted, reached into the drawer and pulled out three stacks of money, tossing them at me. I didn't expect him to give so much money; if he had slapped me, it would have been worth 10,000 yuan in his eyes, considering the kind of person I am. He looked down on me from a superior position, telling me to get lost immediately.

  I hastily put on my clothes, shamelessly took the money and smiled saying "Thank you boss!" Actually, what the tyrant said wasn't wrong either, I am a prostitute, selling my own body for money, what qualifications do I have to cry? Even if someone hits me, I still have to smile.