"I better put some clothes on." Zhao Xuan set the beauty in his arms aside, got up, and reached for his clothes.
Even though Yan Qing was already in the hotel — clearly accepting the hint — Zhao Xuan still felt a little uneasy about walking around naked in front of a woman he barely knew.
Lin Jingjing saw his fluster and chuckled. After all, he was just an 18-year-old who'd only been with her.
"Haha, Master, you don't need to," Lin Jingjing grabbed Zhao Xuan's arm as he stood by the bed.
"Hmm?" He paused, mid-shirt, and turned.
"I asked around — she used to work as a barmaid, so she's probably more familiar with this stuff than you. Just act like you do with me."
Zhao Xuan tossed his half-on shirt aside, climbed back on the bed, and asked, "So she's still a decent-looking mature woman. Even if she were a hooker, she'd have clients, right? She's done it before."
Lin Jingjing gave a bitter smile, rolled over, and crawled into his arms, placing his hand on her breast. "Master, you don't get it — the higher-end side of this business has its own circles. Clients pick online. Competition's fierce."
Zhao Xuan suddenly gave her big tit a hard squeeze. "How do you know all this?"
Sure, she'd bled the first time, but her knowledge irked him.
"Several classmates and juniors of mine are in it. I was about to quit real estate. If I hadn't met you, I might've joined them." She wrapped her long legs around his other hand, rubbing it to please him.
"So she can't refuse you. Relax." She added, "She's got a daughter, supposedly very pretty — about your age." She winked, giving him a you-know-what-I-mean look.
Right after, she felt the hard cock against her thigh twitch and grow a little bigger.
A few minutes later, the doorbell rang.
Lin Jingjing got off the bed, went to the outer room, and opened the door. To avoid anyone else nearby, Zhao Xuan let her wear the crop top and hot pants from that morning.
Out in the hall stood Yan Qing, led up by the bellboy, her mind spinning.
She wasn't new to scenes like this.
Originally from a small town in J Province, she was a rare college grad back then. After graduation, she got an admin job at a state-owned company, married a civil servant, and had a kid.
Fifteen years ago, when her daughter was three, Yan Qing became a mistress to a boss, thinking youth and beauty would win her a new life. A year later, her husband found out, divorced her, sold the house, and she moved south to start over. Aside from monthly child support, he vanished.
Her ex was timid and kept it quiet — even coworkers didn't know.
But the boss's wife, a formidable woman who'd helped the boss build his business, made Yan Qing's life hell. She forced Yan Qing out, then pulled strings to get her fired.
In that city, Yan Qing became synonymous with "slut."
She moved to Lianhai with her daughter. Early on, her looks and being under 30 got male attention and some cash, but having a kid scared off marriage-minded men.
Later, aging gracefully wasn't enough — most interest was just for one-night stands. She made decent money bartending at first, but the graveyard shifts wore her down, so she quit.
Before her daughter turned 18, child support covered basics. After that, legally, her ex owed nothing. A department store job paid around ¥3k/month — nowhere near enough for tuition.
Then her life savings — over ¥100k — were stolen by a shady investment scam. Desperate, she got Lin Jingjing's call.
They'd known each other years; Lin Jingjing knew her situation and offered a housekeeping job with ¥5–6k base pay. Hard to get stable work in that field without credentials; most gigs were hourly via agencies. Lin Jingjing's offer was a godsend.
But Lin hinted there'd be "extra services," and pleasing the employer could solve financial troubles.
Yan Qing didn't refuse.
She had no choice — her daughter started school in a month, and she was broke. She couldn't risk turning down Lin's offer to hunt for something else.
Even if the guy was her daughter's age, Yan Qing decided to drop all pride and please him.
So here she was, outside Zhao Xuan's door.
Lin Jingjing opened it.
Yan Qing wore a light-blue blouse, dark-blue skirt suit, black stockings, and heels, hair tied back casually.
Seeing Lin in just a crop top and hot pants, Yan Qing blinked.
"Sis Yan, come in," Lin said, stepping aside.
Without hesitation, Yan Qing glanced at the room number and walked into the suite — bigger than her apartment.
Lin led her to the bedroom door, paused, and said, "Once you cross this threshold, there's no going back."
"I… I understand, Jingjing." It'd been six or seven years since she'd been in such a scene, and never with a man so much younger. But now, leaving wasn't an option.
"From now on, your identity is whatever Master decides."
Lin didn't hide her slave status from Zhao Xuan's other women. Woman or slave, it was just a title — whoever pleased Zhao most would win.
Before Yan Qing could process Lin calling him "Master," Lin dragged her into the bedroom.
"Master, Sis Yan's here."
Lin pushed the door open, Yan Qing blushing behind her.
Though nearly 20 years older, Yan Qing looked awkward in this setting, making Lin seem more like the "older sister." That was intentional.
After two days of Zhao Xuan's training, Lin had totally surrendered to him. However wild Yan Qing had been, Lin could dominate her.
After their first night, Lin knew Zhao liked novelty and excitement. A still-attractive older woman like Yan Qing would make a nice addition to his "harem."
"Z-Zhao Boss?" Yan Qing gaped at the naked Zhao Xuan, only a towel covering his privates.
"Sis Yan's no stranger to men — no need to act surprised." Lin closed and locked the bedroom door, took Yan Qing's bag, and set it aside.
"You don't have another choice, do you?" she whispered in Yan Qing's ear.
Lin nudged her toward the bed.
Zhao Xuan felt no guilt — women like Yan Qing and Lin were fixable with money, and their fate was simple: become slaves.
He grabbed the hesitant Yan Qing and tossed her onto the bed.
Lin stripped naked and lay beside her.
"Don't act shy now. An unwanted old slut like you pretending to be innocent?" Zhao snapped at the motionless Yan Qing.
Compared to Lin's obedience that first night, Yan Qing's hesitation pissed him off. True, Lin's born masochism helped, but Zhao had zero patience for women who chased money.
If they were as proactive and obedient as Lin, he'd throw them some treats. But Yan Qing? She was pushing her luck.
Looking at naked Lin beside her, Zhao got a new idea.
"Jingjing, teach her how to be a proper slave." He'd planned to do it himself, but he wasn't the horny newbie from two days ago. Two women playing with each other? Way hotter.
Lin blinked — hadn't expected that twist. In college she'd played a few "fake lesbian" games with friends, but only lightly. Her skill at pleasuring men came from porn and frantic studying these past days — Yan Qing likely knew more.
"Teach her how to please Master. You're the pro." Zhao grabbed one of Lin's nipples, squeezing hard.
Lin took a deep breath, shoved the half-sitting Yan Qing back onto the bed, straddled her, and yanked her blouse collar.
Buttons flew, exposing a white bra and plenty of skin.
Yan Qing was naturally stunning — 41, but aside from faint crow's-feet and neck lines, her skin was firm, no sagging. Her breasts weren't as plump and glossy as Lin's, but still perky.
Lin reached for the bra to tear it off.
Yan Qing, now reacting, instinctively shielded herself.
Slap—
Lin didn't force it — she slapped Yan Qing's face.
"Hands off!" she snapped.
At that moment, Lin felt a strange thrill — different from the pain Zhao gave her, but equally exciting.