What do I do when I receive guests at the university?

My memory of meeting guests outside for several years in college.

It seems that many people are interested in the life of female college students receiving customers. In fact, female college students are no different from ordinary people when they don't receive customers. There is nothing to be curious about. Some people, when you see it, you will never think that she is a female college student. You can't even imagine how crazy she would be if she took off her clothes.

I am studying in a good university, and I just turned 20 this year. I choose to deal with customers, money and body, so that I can degenerate the fastest.

I have a beautiful face and a very sexy figure. The owner in the shop likes me very much. Many guests call me by my first name every time they see my photo. The boss took a lot of kickbacks from me, so he took care of me in the shop. The monthly holiday is his biggest headache, because he can't receive customers during that time. He said he lost a lot for it. Every time I hear this, I laugh. Many guests like to make me laugh and say that I smile very sweetly. A guest even told his boss that if I just smiled, I would pay 500 yuan. However, I seldom laugh and I don't like to laugh, especially strangers. I always pick up customers with a straight face. I was criticized by my boss, but I still don't change.

I remember the first time I received guests, it was Monday afternoon. That man, about 40 years old, wears glasses. He asked me where I came from. I replied that he was GB. Of course, I lied to him. How can I tell the truth to my guests? The man spoke a long list of dialects, and I looked at him blankly. He said, you are not GB. I told him that I couldn't understand dialects and couldn't speak them, because people around me didn't speak dialects since childhood. He will be skeptical. I smiled and said to him, of course you can not believe it. He smiled at that time, reached out and rubbed my long hair, patted me on the back and said, go and wash it.

I took off my clothes, washed them wet and put on shower gel. He came in naked. I was stunned and at a loss.

He reached out and helped me put the shower gel on my back, and then he put it on himself. Taking a shower with a man for the first time, and it's a strange man. I am very stiff. He washed quickly and went out wrapped in a bath towel. I washed away the foam, wrapped in a bath towel and went out barefoot.

He was lying in bed, covered with a quilt and with his eyes closed. I went to the bed, lifted the corner of the quilt, pulled off the bath towel and lay down carefully. He opened his eyes and smiled at me. I turned my back on him. He leaned over slowly and kissed me on the back. Straighten me up and kiss my forehead, then my eyes, then my lips. His mouth has a faint smell of smoke. So, the neck is so soft. He sucked gently and I screamed in a low voice. He smiled contentedly and lay on his side, letting me lean on his arm. He closed his eyes and I curled up in his arms. His right hand kept stroking my back. I studied the tattoo on his left hand. It's strange that I don't understand what that is. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at me and asked me if I was afraid. I shook my head and asked him what it was. He said, I don't remember. I had it a long time ago. At that time, I was too young to understand.

Then, I was a little overwhelmed. I've been dodging his kiss, he said, don't run, stick out your tongue, your tongue is small, cold and soft. I reluctantly opened my mouth and let his tongue stir in mine. He licked my tongue. He leaned against me and pulled hard. I let out a scream. He's in and out of me. There was a hot liquid in his body, and he fell on me. Then lie on my left. I feel that there is liquid pouring out of my body again. He took a deep breath and took out his cigarette. I asked him softly, can you quit smoking? He put down his cigarette and asked me, tell me your number. I shook my head and refused him. He was silent for a while and said, you go. I got up, dressed without saying a word, picked up my bag and went out.

I texted my boss that I was out. He said the money had been sent to your card.

I took a taxi back to school, stopped the driver in front of a drugstore and went in to buy birth control pills. Then I went to the supermarket and bought a lot of food. I didn't look at the price tag, but I also bought expensive ones, as long as I like them. I also bought a lot of condoms, Durex's, all kinds.

Go back to school, take medicine, and fall asleep in bed.

This is my first guest.

Wake up at night, go to dinner with my roommate, then come back to eat fruit and watch short videos online. In the evening, I packed my books and hurried to class.

When I came back from class, I hurriedly finished the homework assigned that day, and then began to watch TV series.

10, I received a message from my boss. Said there were guests. I hesitated and refused, because it only happened during the day, and I was afraid I would ruin my health. The boss called me, said he was a regular customer, and asked me by name because I was new here. On second thought, I agreed. Picked up the bag and left.

A man, about 30 years old. The boss told me that all night. I said yes. Follow that man.

Go get a room. Go into the room. I forgot my bag. He said he would take a bath first. I agreed without saying anything. Before long, he came out wrapped in a bath towel. I stood up, took off my clothes, took a shower, and then put on perfume. The whole person smells of daisies. Go out in a bath towel. He sat there playing games and I stood behind him.

Five minutes later, as soon as I let go of my hand holding the towel, the towel slipped down. He saw me standing naked through the mirror (there is a mirror behind the computer), stood up quickly, leaned me against the wall and began to kiss me. I groaned in a low voice, and he picked me up and threw me on the bed. Tearing off the towel wrapped around him, I left my head, and he pressed on me and wanted to go in. I pushed him and asked in a low voice, "Can I take TT?" ? He paused and said yes. I handed him TT, and he quickly put it on. Then, my body was torn. I let out a cry, and he was surprised and asked me if it hurt. I frowned and nodded. He said with a bad smile, very tight and comfortable.

He straightened up with satisfaction and grabbed TT. There was a quick sound from the toilet. I hugged my arms and curled up in the corner of the bed. When he came out, I took a bath towel, went into the toilet, turned on the tap and let the water wet my long hair.

Going out wet, he sat in front of the computer and saw my wet hair. He asked, did you wash your hair? I shook my head and said that it was wet. He said, go dry your hair. I still shook my head and saidno. He got up and went into the toilet. I don't know what he did. Naked, standing in front of the windowsill, staring at the cars coming and going below He dressed me in a robe and then picked me up. I started to struggle. He said, be good, don't move. I froze. I really didn't move He sat in a chair, let me sit on his lap, and then began to dry my hair.

He was careful not to pull my hair and hurt me. For the first time in my life, except in the barber shop, a man blew my hair.

It took a long time to blow-dry my hair. He picked me up and my robe slipped down. He went to the bed, uncovered the quilt, let me lie in, and then covered me with the quilt. He went to the other side of the bed, took off his robe and lay on my left. Reach out and grab me. I was cold and stuck to him. He asked me, is it cold? I shook my head. He sighed, fell in my ear and said, do you know this is pathetic? I didn't make a sound. He held me tightly. I passed out. I'm so tired.

In the middle of the night, I woke up and his hand wandered over me. I pretended not to know and closed my eyes again. He straightened my body, lifted my leg and went in. I bullet, don't make any noise.

I don't know how long it took him to come out of my body and wipe my ass with a towel. I fell asleep.

I woke up early the next day. I got up, climbed into the toilet and took a shower. I saw him looking at me when I came out. I dried my body and began to get dressed. He asked me, are you leaving? Yes There is a class in the morning. I answered him without looking back. Finally, put on your shoes, put your bag on your back, go to the door and reach for it. I like you. He said to me. I was stunned, turned around and smiled at him and said, thank you. Then I opened the door and left without looking back.

Prostitutes should not have feelings. This, I know. So, after that, some people said they liked it, and then some people asked if it was good to be my girlfriend, and I refused.

I had some light breakfast on my way back to school. Back to the dormitory, I took the book and went to class with my roommate. Sitting in the classroom, I thought, who knows, sitting in the classroom, is there anyone who is a prostitute like me? With a sneer. People around me asked me what was wrong, and I shook my head and said nothing.

After class in the morning, have lunch as usual, go to class in the afternoon, and then have dinner after class.

In the evening, I got a call from my boss, saying that a guest asked me by name after seeing the photo. I said I would arrive at 8: 00.

I went out at 8 o'clock and saw that man, less than 40 years old. I feel very wretched, driving a BMW 7 Series.

It is very mechanical to open a room and then take a shower. He kept smiling at me when I was in the shower (the toilet in the room was transparent). I turned my back on him and felt sick.

I stood in front of the bed, and before I could wipe the water off my body, he couldn't wait to come over. Drag me to bed. Foreplay is sloppy and I'm in a hurry to get in. I threw TT to him and let him take it. He said, I won't, you bring it to me. I was helpless, so I had to open the parcel and give it to him carefully. He snorted with satisfaction when he met him. I couldn't help but look at him with disdain. He pushed me down and squeezed in. I pretended to moan loudly, hoping that he would finish eating soon. He is so tight and comfortable. A smelly mouth made my mouth water all over the floor. He is not satisfied with the traditional posture. Force me to be a female superior. I said angrily, no, he dragged me to bed, let me lie down and hit me hard. About 30 minutes ago, he finally finished.

He pressed me and said, I'm afraid of being heard if you shout so loudly. I thought to myself, if I don't scream loudly, I don't know how much longer I will be tortured by you. He came out of my body and lay on his back beside me.

I escaped from the bed and washed it twice with shower gel, feeling barely clean. Then I brushed my teeth three times. Finally lying there, bouts of retching. Go out wrapped in a towel. He patted the open space on the left and asked me to lie down and chat with him.

I dressed in a hurry and said, I'm leaving, and there's a class in the evening (in fact, there's no class in the evening, and I just want to leave there and never see him again). He was disappointed and said, there are classes. Wait, I'll take you back. No, I will go back by myself. I grabbed my bag, opened the door and ran out.

Out of the door, I gave a long sigh. I finally don't have to see him. The thought of that man makes me feel sick again. Squatting on the side of the road began to retch. The hotel security guard came to ask me, miss, are you all right? I waved to him without looking back and said, help me stop a car. After a while, he came over and said, miss, the bus has arrived. I stood up slowly and staggered. He reached out to help me and asked, are you okay? I said, nothing, thank you. He helped me into the car and I leaned back in my seat. He told the driver to drive slowly, and she threw up. When I heard this, my heart suddenly warmed up. It turns out that someone still cares about me.

After the driver arrived at school, I forgot how much I gave him. Finally, I said, keep the change. The driver was behind him and said thank you twice. I staggered to the dormitory.

The first thing back to the dormitory, take a shower. Use bath salts for the first time, soap for the second time and shower gel for the third time. I feel like I'm going to wash off a layer of skin

Put on your pajamas and shake it out My roommates asked me about it with concern. I waved and said nothing, just tired. Climbed into bed and fell asleep soon. There was no dream that night.

The next morning, my stomach ached. I got up and went into the toilet. That's my period. There is some blood on the underwear. Wash it a little and change it to a clean one. After washing, I will have breakfast with my roommate and then go to class.

At noon, I got a call from my boss saying that there were guests. I refused, the boss said, and the price was high. I still refused, saying it was my period. The boss tried to persuade me to have a good rest when he heard the word "period". I said, okay.

Hang up the phone, turn off the phone and go to bed for a nap.

I think it's good to have my period, so I can take this opportunity to have a good rest.

After class in the morning, have lunch as usual, go to class in the afternoon, and then have dinner after class.

In the evening, I got a call from my boss, saying that a guest asked me by name after seeing the photo. I said I would arrive at 8: 00.

I went out at 8 o'clock and saw that man, less than 40 years old. I feel very wretched, driving a BMW 7 Series.

It is very mechanical to open a room and then take a shower. He kept smiling at me when I was in the shower (the toilet in the room was transparent). I turned my back on him and felt sick.

I stood in front of the bed, and before I could wipe the water off my body, he couldn't wait to come over. Drag me to bed. Foreplay is sloppy and I'm in a hurry to get in. I threw TT to him and let him take it. He said, I won't, you bring it to me. I was helpless, so I had to open the parcel and give it to him carefully. He snorted with satisfaction when he met him. I couldn't help but look at him with disdain. He pushed me down and squeezed in. I pretended to moan loudly, hoping that he would finish eating soon. He is so tight and comfortable. A smelly mouth makes my mouth water. He is not satisfied with the traditional posture. Force me to be a female superior. I said angrily, no, he dragged me to bed, let me lie down and hit me hard. About 30 minutes ago, he finally finished.

He pressed me and said, I'm afraid of being heard if you shout so loudly. I thought to myself, if I don't scream loudly, I don't know how much longer I will be tortured by you. He came out of my body and lay on his back beside me.

I escaped from the bed and washed it twice with shower gel, feeling barely clean. Then I brushed my teeth three times. Finally lying there, bouts of retching. Go out in a bath towel. He patted the open space on the left and asked me to lie down and chat with him. I dressed in a hurry and said, I'm leaving, and there's a class in the evening (in fact, there's no class in the evening, and I just want to leave there and never see him again). He was disappointed and said, there are classes. Wait, I'll take you back. No, I will go back by myself. I grabbed my bag, opened the door and ran out.

Out of the door, I gave a long sigh. I finally don't have to see him. The thought of that man makes me feel sick again. Squatting on the side of the road began to retch. The hotel security guard came to ask me, miss, are you all right? I waved to him without looking back and said, help me stop a car. After a while, he came over and said, miss, the bus has arrived. I stood up slowly and staggered. He reached out to help me and asked, are you okay? I said, nothing, thank you. He helped me into the car and I leaned back in my seat. He told the driver to drive slowly, and she threw up. When I heard this, my heart suddenly warmed up. It turns out that someone still cares about me.

After the driver arrived at school, I forgot how much I gave him. Finally, I said, keep the change. The driver was behind him and said thank you twice. I staggered to the dormitory.

The first thing back to the dormitory, take a shower. Use bath salts for the first time, soap for the second time and shower gel for the third time. I feel like I'm going to wash off a layer of skin Put on your pajamas and shake it out My roommates asked me about it with concern. I waved and said nothing, just tired. Climbed into bed and fell asleep soon. There was no dream that night.

The next morning, my stomach ached. I got up and went into the toilet. That's my period. There is some blood on the underwear. Wash it a little and change it to a clean one. After washing, I will have breakfast with my roommate and then go to class.

At noon, I got a call from my boss saying that there were guests. I refused, the boss said, and the price was high. I still refused, saying, my period is coming. The boss tried to persuade me to have a good rest when he heard the word "period". I said, okay.

Hang up the phone, turn off the phone and go to bed for a nap.

I think it's good to have my period, so I can take this opportunity to have a good rest.

On the fifth day, my boss started texting me and kept asking me, is your period over? I told him, no, soon. He said, call me as soon as it's over. I said, okay.

On the morning of the seventh day, I sent a short message to my boss saying that my holiday was over. After receiving the message, my boss called me and told me that you were not in. I lost a lot! Many guests asked for you by name, but you weren't there. I smiled at the other end of the phone. He said, come here at noon. A guest has been waiting for you for days. I said, ok, 3 pm.

At 3 pm, I went out. It's raining in Mao Mao outside, and it's a little cold.

Meeting guests, about 27. Wearing glasses, she looks very gentle. He confessed to me and said, come and talk to me for a while. I went over and sat down next to him. He said, you look very small. I hooked up my mouth and smiled. He said, you look good when you smile. I said, thank you. He said, your voice is very sweet. I looked down and said nothing. You are good at dressing. Your clothes match well. He took off my clothes as he spoke.

I was lying in bed, and he pressed on me, pecked my cheek gently, and went down a little. When I kissed the bottom, I trembled all over. No one has ever kissed there. He sucked greedily, and I felt soaked. He straightened up and pressed it slowly. He fell in my ear and said, I like you. I smiled. He said, you look good when you smile. Can you give me a hug? My arm is around his neck. He closed his eyes and was very satisfied.

He let me go. The sheets are all wet. I took a bath, dried myself and picked up my clothes. He came over and said, let me help you put it on. I paused and said, ok. His hand brushed my back and said, you are so thin. I said, not bad, not particularly thin. He buttoned my underwear and said, I'm 28 years old, graduated from college, and I'm doing business in IW, a family business. I said, I've always wanted to go to IW, but I don't have time. He said, if you come to IW, please contact me. Can you tell me your number? I refused, saying, sorry, I didn't leave my phone number. He quickly found a piece of paper from the drawer, wrote a series of numbers with a pen, then wrote down his name and handed it to me, saying, here is my number and name. I said, okay. And stuff it in the bag.

He bent down to help me put on my shoes and stood up. I pulled my clothes and stood up. Suddenly he hugged me and said, I like you. Would you like to be my girlfriend? Don't do this. I will support you. I pushed him away and said, thank you for helping me dress. Pick up your bag and leave. He grabbed my arm and looked at me. I said, I should go. He said, is that okay? I shook my head and reached for the door. He said, call me or text me. I stood there in silence. He sighed and let go. I turned my back on him and said that I would contact you again when I have time and opportunity. He said happily, ok, I'll wait for you.

When I took the elevator downstairs and saw it raining outside, I suddenly remembered that I had left my umbrella in my room. Turn back in a hurry

He opened the door and saw me. He was very excited and asked, Do you agree? I shook my head deadpan and said, I forgot to bring my umbrella.

I went in, took my umbrella, turned around, and he gave me another hug. He said, I really like you. I said, I know, I should go. He refused to let go and said, just one minute, let me hold you for one minute. I was stiff and motionless.

After a while, I pushed him and said, time is up. He let go of his hand reluctantly. I opened the door and went out.

When I passed the trash can, I tore up the note he gave me and threw it in.

Take a taxi back to school.