gender doesn't matter

When I woke up again, it was at noon the next day.

All the guests left, including him.

If it weren't for the clamoring soreness of the body, if it wasn't for the body that was actually cleaned up, I would suspect that everything that happened last night was my imagination.

But in a luxuriously decorated room, the medicine on the bedside table told me that everything that happened last night was true.

It is true to be played with without restraint, it is true to meet that person, it is also true to be treated gently by that person... everything is true.

But even if he cleaned up my body and bought me medicine, I wouldn't be grateful to him.

As Lan said: No matter who they are, the guests who come here have only one purpose for all their kindness to you-that is to fuck you.

It's just - sooner or later, it's a matter of whether you are willing.

No matter how nice they said and how gentle and considerate they were, how many people who came here didn't come here for pleasure or to find a partner.So don't give up your heart after others give you a little bit of goodness and tenderness.For a ladyboy like us who has nothing, once the heart is gone, there is nothing.

But they are different.

Yes, they are not the same, they have many things, but except the heart.

Many "sisters" in the art troupe are good examples.

No matter how sweet and loving those people are in this art troupe, those who leave this art troupe become strangers in an instant.

How many transvestites in the world can find their own happiness and find someone who is willing to accompany them for the rest of their lives.

What's more, even a ladyboy like me is not a qualified ladyboy.

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The next night, it was not my turn to dance, but a benefactor spent a lot of money to call me to dance.

I knew they asked me to dance not because I was a good dancer, but because I was the most open-minded and most willing to let go on stage.

The people off the stage, don't look at them all looking like dogs and well-dressed, but there are a few who come here are real gentlemen, and the purpose of their coming here is just to see the shemale take off her clothes.

So, I just take it off.

Anyway, you have to take off on the bed, so what's the difference between a person and a group of people...

There was rock music on the dance floor, and I was wearing clothes that could hardly be called clothes. I stood on the familiar stage, twisted my body heartily, and danced a dance step that I will never forget in my life.

Maybe it was because I danced too hard, the scars on my body were torn, and the bright red blood flowed down my thighs...

It left streaks of bright red on its body, which looked very bloody and erotic.

Maybe it's me like this, or maybe it's the blood that bleeds from my body, which greatly stimulated the animal desire hidden in their hearts.So, that night, they were more enthusiastic and generous than ever before, and they were willing to spend money.

Screaming dirty and obscene words, worse than pigs and dogs.

They are happy, but I...

An inexplicable pain in my heart.

Sometimes I feel that being innocent is really unfair. Some people wear gold and silver to play with others; No, because there is a word "yao" added after the person.

Ha ha……

I chuckled and lit a cigarette.

In fact, I really don't like the smell of cigarettes, but at this time, I really can't think of any better company than cigarettes.

"Stop smoking."

Dr. Ning, 40 years old, used to be a doctor specializing in sexually transmitted diseases in a large hospital, but somehow he came to our place and became our dedicated doctor.

Also, a place like ours does need a dedicated doctor... doesn't it?

"Stop smoking, take off your clothes and get down," he ordered.

I took off the coat I was wearing on the outside, revealing the underclothes that could not be called clothes.

"You..." Dr. Ning's eyes opened like pigeon eggs, and he opened his mouth in surprise for a long time and didn't close it. Obviously he didn't expect the wound on my body to reach this level.

"Is it like this?" His voice was a little trembling, because he was frightened by my injuries.

I twitched the corner of my mouth and showed a mocking smile: "It doesn't matter, it will become like this in a while anyway." At the same time, I took off the clothes that were connected by a few threads and pieces of cloth, and lay on the bed in the medical room. Comfortable but clean bed.

The naked body was exposed to the air, but I didn't feel embarrassed - because I was used to it.

After a while, he regained his composure, and his tone was much gentler than before. He sighed: "You child." He started to apply the medicine as he spoke, and the place where the cotton swab passed was sticking to the skin and it was hot. Pain, but this kind of pain is really nothing to me, after all, I have experienced pain that is several times worse than this pain.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

I answered the phone, and it was Ye Xi who called, and he said, "Xiaozhi, the manager asked me to tell you to go to 1219 quickly."

"Well, I'll come over."

"What's the matter, don't you need to accompany guests these days? Why..." Ye Xi's voice was full of concern on the other end of the phone.

I smiled: "I don't know either." How could I not know?

Ah……

"Uncle Ning, thank you, I'm going." I stopped Dr. Ning who was taking medicine, and quickly put on the clothes that were not considered clothes, and then put on the cotton coat.

"Hey, what a crime." Dr. Ning sighed.

Both he and I know that there is nothing we can do about it, and finally he turned around and took a small bottle from the medicine shelf and put it in my hand, and said: "Apply it first." What is it.

I put the vial in my pocket, thanked him, left the medical room, and walked to 1219

The door was opened, and a pungent smell of tobacco and alcohol came to my nostrils. I suppressed the disgust in my heart and walked into the prison-like room.

In the room, apart from the fat manager, there were three other men, and beside them was a young and beautiful ladyboy.

I know all the people in the house.Needless to say, the fat manager and the three ladyboys, and I have slept with all three of them.The one who looks very gentle is very cruel, the one with a small belly is okay and gentle, and the other one is the one who asked me to dance, although he gave a lot of money, but he has a personality. Sadistic, I accompanied him last time He spent nights and days in bed.

"Mr. Tian, ​​Mr. Li, Mr. Zhang, he is Xiaozhi." The fat manager introduced me to those three men.

"Well, I recognize it. He was the one who danced just now." The man with a small belly nodded and said, as if he didn't know that I was forced to dance by them.

"You dance very well." The man who clicked me also praised, and then motioned for me to sit beside him.I raised my head and glanced at the fat manager, and sat next to the man after getting his approval.

After I entered, they said a few words casually, and the fat manager said in a thousand words: "They are the best and most beautiful ladyboys in our art troupe, you bosses should cherish them!" It really seems to be for our sake.

"Oh, don't worry, Mr. Yu, we will definitely be gentle with such a beauty." The little belly said impatiently.

"It's just a pity, how can such a beautiful ladyboy as Xiaozhi have no breasts." The person who clicked on me said, reaching into my clothes and stroking my flat chest regretfully.

"Well, it would be perfect if this child could have a breast." The gentle man took the words and said, after pondering for a while, he said, "How about I pay you for breast augmentation?"

In my heart, 1 grass-mud horses galloped past. If labor and capital wanted breasts, they wouldn't secretly throw away the estrogen given by the art troupe... and breast augmentation! ! !

hehehe...

Of course, I dare not say this.

Because if you say it, you will die.

I raised my head and glanced at the man timidly, then carefully looked at the fat manager, which meant that I listened to the fat manager.

Throw the question directly to the fat manager.

Anyway, no matter what I decide in the end, the fat manager must agree.

He is my boss, the one who controls my life and death.

Why should I waste my energy? #####