Looking at the night view outside, he felt a sense of agitation and uneasiness, as if he was no longer himself, but was controlled by the passion in his heart.
Standing in front of the window, he looked at the beautiful women in stockings and their long hair, as well as the nightclubs. The DJ was shouting slogans in front of him. He didn't have to use his ears to listen or his eyes to look around. The silver-white short skirt was especially shiny under the spotlight. It was right in front of you, right beside you. The miniskirt danced with her long hair, occasionally revealing a huge silver round earring under her earlobe.
Red, white, yellow, and other colorful wine glasses swirled in the girl's hands. At some point, a group of girls in a corner would suddenly let out unrestrained laughter. Then, looking at the wine bottles on the table, among the group of girls with long hair, a soft Sichuan dialect could be heard."Do you want to drink? Hurry up!"
Three gangsters, a half-pack of beer, a girl's smile, a glass of wine, and a plate of edamame or peanuts beside them. Under the dim purple light, the scene seemed to be from another world.
In the middle of the night in the city, he could get rid of all his tiredness and work and look at the beautiful girls with their thighs like trees.
The military and police instructor who organized the emergency training for the special operation told the police officers who were participating in the training about the night life of debauchery. It was also to let these police officers who were preparing to go undercover in the brothels understand some of the unspoken rules of the underworld.
The military instructor explained to the scene," There was once when I snuck into the underworld to participate in an operation. In a KTV room, the service princess politely brought the menu.”
So we ordered a few bottles of wine and some fruits and sat down. Next, Mommy brought a group of beautiful girls in miniskirt and heavy makeup in for us to choose the girls to accompany us.
I absent-mindedly chose a pretty girl in a white short skirt to sit beside me.
The girls started toasting each other and picking songs. To be honest, I didn't drink. When they toasted me, I was too embarrassed to not drink. So, like a gangster, I drank one glass after another. After a few cups, I felt a little dizzy. The girl sitting next to me held my hand and hugged her slim waist. She leaned against my chest.
There was a lot of noise in the private room. There was music, the wolf-like roars of the gangsters, and the sound of girls playing. The girls 'laughter and applause followed. There were also the sounds of gangsters and girls laughing and scolding each other. I opened my hazy drunken eyes and carefully observed the girl in my arms. She had a pair of watery eyes, an oval face, and long hair like a waterfall. There was a faint perfume smell on his body. So I buried my head in her hair and smelled the fragrance of her hair. I placed my hand gently on the girl's thigh and she didn't refuse. Instead, she leaned into my arms again.
At this moment, a gangster leaned into my ear and said,"The girls here can take off their clothes!”
I widened my eyes in disbelief. The gang member chuckled. If you don't believe me, just you wait. With that, he pulled the girl who was accompanying him over and reached into the girl's clothes to touch her breasts. The girl did not resist and allowed the gangsters to strip her clothes off piece by piece. There were only three points left. I didn't dare to look anymore and hurriedly averted my gaze.
The other gang members hugged the girl beside them and twisted her crazily. There was no discipline in his hands.
In order not to expose my identity, I just had to do as the locals did. I lowered my head like a gangster and whispered into the girl's ear,"Can I?"
The girl nodded. My blood was boiling. The girl put my hand on her chest. My hands were trembling from the alcohol. It was soft, warm, and slippery.
Just as I was enjoying myself, the girl broke free from my embrace. It turned out that she had missed her call. She got up and went out to answer it. I leaned back on the sofa with my eyes narrowed. Her head was still a little dizzy.
The police officers who listened to him laughed and said expectantly,"Instructor, what happened after that?"
The instructor also smiled and continued to narrate what happened later.
When the girl came back and sat beside me again, I saw that her eyes were filled with melancholy. Crystal tears swirled in her eyes but did not stay.
I wondered if it was my fault. She felt a little wronged, so I quickly sat up and said,"I'm sorry. I drank too much. I'm really sorry.”He almost saluted and apologized to her.
The girl saw me like this and forced a smile. It's none of your business. It's my mother who called. It was time for his younger brother to pay his tuition fees again.
"What do you do? Why are you here?" I asked.”
She sobbed as she told me about her experience in my arms. It turned out that she was a first-year student. Her family was very poor. She had three siblings. She was the eldest, her younger brother was in primary school, and her younger sister had nothing to do at home. She was studying at the University of Economics. Her family did not have tuition fees, so she could only accompany the guests here to drink and sing.
As I listened, I felt a little uncomfortable. In front of such a pure girl, those gangsters were like hungry wolves, losing their human nature.
I pushed the girl in my arms away and said,"Can you tell me your story?"”The girl once again leaned into my arms and told me the story of her and her little sisters.
An 18-year-old girl, a buddle-like age, came here to earn tuition fees for school. I felt uneasy. The girls around the gangsters were flirting. It turned out that there were so many helpless and bitter stories behind their smiling faces. He sighed in his heart.
There were also some girls who sold their bodies for fashionable clothes and cosmetics in order to make life easier…They forgot their parents who had brought them up painstakingly, forgot their current status, and made the pursuit of happiness, creating happiness, and even creating pleasure and chasing pleasure as their goal.
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