We're even worse than the toilet's stool

  He leaned against the bathtub, gazing at me with a careless expression as I struggled above. Having been in this industry for almost three years, I thought my face had become thick enough to withstand anything without feeling ashamed, but Ba Wang's condescending gaze made me feel more inferior than an animal.

  I don't know if it's because he's young and vigorous, or my technique is not good. I struggled on top for half a day, but he didn't even breathe heavily, his face didn't change color, later he got impatient and pushed me down with one hand, taking control of the movement.

  After entangling for a while, he finally released it. After finishing, I hadn't even caught my breath when he picked me up again and threw me onto the Simmons mattress, really throwing, as if I were a lifeless broken doll. He got on top of me again to start over, changing several postures in between, and finally solved the problem with the back style.

  After finishing, he leaned against the pillow and lit a cigarette, slowly inhaling. I lay on the Simmons bed, panting heavily. This time he didn't use a raincoat, his whole body was sticky and wet, especially below, slippery and wet, I really wanted to take a shower immediately, but I didn't dare move!

  I didn't have the courage to stay on Ximisi for too long, worrying every second that Bawang would kick me down. After a bit of energy, I immediately rolled down from above. Bawang glanced at me sideways, telling me to take the money from the cabinet myself, and then continued smoking, too lazy to bother with me again, that attitude was really arrogant, and really deserved a beating.

  I pulled open the drawer and saw a neat stack of Red Bull, my eyes didn't get hot that's fake, but I still took a dozen according to the money he threw at me last time, not daring to take more, then quickly put on my clothes ready to leave.

  Although the tyrant gave me a lot of money, I still think that keeping my life is more important than the money.

  I was about to open the door and slip away when Bao Wang shouted from behind me, "Hey! You're running so fast, are you in a hurry to attend a funeral?"

  This son of a bitch can't even spit out ivory from his dog's mouth. I stopped in my tracks, turned around and looked at the tyrant, pretending to be obedient and listening to his orders. He extinguished the cigarette and puffed out a cloud of smoke, finally raising his eyes to look at me and asking, out of the blue, what my name was.

  I habitually told him my pseudonym - Jiao Jiao. He let out a cold hum from his nostrils, looking at me with a gaze that said "Real name!"

  Everyone who comes to play knows that the girls are all pseudonyms, and the clients have always been certain bosses or CEOs. Looking at Ba Wang's demeanor, even if I had a hundred guts, I wouldn't dare lie in front of him, so I honestly told him my name is Lu Xiaowen.

  I was wondering what he wanted my real name for. He didn't give me time to think about it, and asked me to leave my phone number.

  "What?" I thought I had misheard and couldn't help but utter a sound of confusion.

  The tyrant's face turned impatient and glared at me, scolding "Are you deaf? Or has your brain gone soft?"

  I didn't dare ask again, the ghost knew he would scold me again! So I honestly wrote it down and ran out quickly. After leaving Xiaobailou, my mind was still in a mess. I took out my phone and called Chen Sang, but she didn't answer for a while. Her voice sounded like something was stuck in her throat, low and hoarse. I also heard a man's voice like a donkey braying, with unbearable vulgar language coming from the other end of the phone.

  I knew what she was doing, she asked me on the phone if I had anything to say, I hurriedly said nothing, and she told me that she would be back the day after tomorrow. The man shouted "Baby, hurry up!" and then the line was busy. It's ironic, many men when they're having an affair, call us sweet names like "baby" or "darling", but once it's over, they treat us like a toilet bowl, comfortable to squat on, but even looking at us afterwards would sully their eyes, maybe we're not even as good as a toilet bowl!

  I had no choice but to call Ah Guang and ask him to come pick me up.