I used financing to play the stock market, losing hundreds of thousands over the last few months. By the time the market finally crashed and I managed to scramble out, I was buried under a mountain of debt. To fix this, I discussed a plan with Judy to start a media agency, specializing in the KTV business.

Judy is my girlfriend, a woman of breathtaking beauty. She has a delicate, heart-shaped face, shoulder-length hair, and a mesmerizing figure. Her measurements—32C, 22, and 34—paired with her 165cm height, make her a natural clothes hanger. Whenever we go out together, countless men stare in envy. She used to work in a pub—the kind of place where you just sip drinks and chat—and years of that environment had cultivated a lively, easygoing personality. To put it bluntly, she was easy. I hooked up with her quite casually, realized our personalities meshed perfectly, and we became a couple.

Once we became official, she became a bit more reserved, but since there were parts of her life where she could hide things from me, I chose to turn a blind eye as long as no rumors reached my ears. Perhaps that is the secret to a long-lasting relationship. She had always trusted my intellect; after two months of knowing me, she began handing over her spare cash for me to manage. During the stock market boom, I actually made her a significant amount of money, which made her cling to me even more devotedly. Aside from making love, our days were spent going out and spending money together.

However, good times are fleeting. The market plummeted from ten thousand points down to six thousand. My frantic day-trading meant that even when the price fluctuations weren't the main issue, the transaction taxes were enough to kill a man. By today, not only had I exhausted my savings, but I was also fifty or sixty thousand in debt. Thanks to me, she had lost just as much as I had, so we had to begin the long road of debt repayment.

When we were spending money, we were a united front, but when it came to paying back debts, she couldn't bear to leave a man like me—her so-called "golden brain." Consequently, she became incredibly submissive to my every whim. If I suggested she enter the nightlife as a hostess, she would likely agree. But I didn't want to tarnish the reputation of my "golden brain," nor could I bear to see her beautiful self selling smiles and flesh. After much deliberation, I finally chose the media agency route. As long as there was singing and drinking, there would be money, and she didn't seem to mind.

She recruited four of her girlfriends from the pub: Lily, Annie, Tingting, and Millie. They were all the lively, easygoing type. The five of us formed the "Silver High Heels Media Agency." We set up a dedicated mobile line for customer service and began distributing small advertisements and business cards at various KTV counters.

When business was slow, I would drive the four women around to cafes and ice cream parlors. But the moment the service line rang, much like a delivery driver, I would transport them to their destinations to collect service fees.

I never let Judy act as a hostess because, usually, the four girls—Lily, Annie, Tingting, and Millie—could handle everything; there was no need for the "boss lady" to provide personal service. During the first half-month of our operation, the largest groups we had were two or three people; otherwise, a group would only come if the company sponsored them.

Recently, however, Judy had become restless. Her sultry nature couldn't stand the boredom of following me around all day after quitting her pub job. That innate, easygoing liveliness was beginning to stir. But I was afraid of someone else devouring her intimate depths. If she was going to be handled, it had to be while I was present, watching her, feeling secure, and happy—fully enjoying the thrill of seeing my girlfriend exposed. Thus, granting her wish was not something that could happen overnight.

Finally, the opportunity arrived. When the service phone rang, the caller ID showed a familiar ten-digit number: it was my college classmate, Arthur. Fearing he might recognize my voice, I nudged Judy to answer.

Judy took the call, confirmed the location and the number of girls needed, and then I drove the group of women toward the destination.

***

"Ha! Judy, your chance has come," I announced to her in the car. "This time it's an acquaintance of mine. I'll let you go down to serve him, but I'll be coming in to supervise... don't let that sexy ass of yours go too far!"

Judy gave me a sharp pinch and pouted coquettishly. "Oh, stop it! I just want to sing some songs. Do you really think I like being touched?"

"But if you don't let them touch you, they might kick you out. Then what songs will you sing?" I teased her.

"Then... then what should I do? Are you really willing to let others touch me?" she asked tentatively, her fingers twisting nervously. Yet, in her eyes, I saw a flicker of longing.

"What does a little touching matter? I'll be right there. If I cough, you'll know to restrain yourself," I said, putting on a face of great tolerance. She seemed very satisfied with my magnanimity.

"Oh... thank you, hubby... mwah! I love you!" Ignoring the fact that Lily and Millie were in the car, Judy planted a kiss on my cheek.

***

Arthur had requested three girls. After instructing the girls on how to handle the situation, I let Judy lead Lily and Millie inside. After about ten minutes had passed, I called Arthur on my own mobile phone.

Pretending to see his car outside, I asked where he was. He excitedly told me he was in KTV Room 307, surrounded by three beauties. He boasted that he would get them drunk and make sure to share the three young babes with me. Damn him! One of those "babes" was mine!

When the time was right, I walked into the KTV suite. The three women pretended not to know me, but the three men were all familiar faces: Arthur, Jack, and David.

As expected, Arthur took the lead, his arm already firmly around the most beautiful girl—Judy. Lily was with Jack, and Millie was with David.

With his hand resting on Judy's waist, Arthur introduced the three beauties to me. My eyes fixed on his hand as it wandered aimlessly around Judy's breasts, and a curse rose in my throat. Seeing me staring at her, Arthur laughed loudly. "Haha... Judy is beautiful, isn't she? But I snatched her first, so I'm reluctant to let her go. Don't worry, though, I'll definitely find a beauty for you to enjoy." After whispering something to Judy, she called Tingting to come over by taxi.

Since we were all college classmates who hadn't seen each other in a long time, the drinks flowed. We rotated through toasts, discussing work and romantic lives. When I mentioned that I had a girlfriend even more beautiful than a model, Judy smiled brightly. "Am I more beautiful than her?" she asked. Her face was flushed from the alcohol, making her look as adorable as a ripe red apple.

Arthur leaned in and gave her neck a sultry kiss. "I don't believe it. No one is more beautiful than my Judy. If she were my girlfriend, she'd outshine anyone. Hehe... I've never seen a tall woman with such full breasts... look... they're so perky... I just want to take a sip!" Arthur's finger slipped under her strap, and I saw white lace disappear beneath his hand.

Judy gave Arthur a playful shove, her eyes searching mine for a reaction. Seeing that I hadn't coughed or tried to pull his hand away, she could only wrap her arms tightly around her chest to protect her treasures. Arthur, undeterred, pulled Judy's hips onto his lap, pressing his face against her porcelain neck as they continued to drink and play games.

Sitting opposite Arthur, I saw the edge of Judy's black panties exposed beneath her narrow skirt. Since she hadn't expected to work herself today, she had skipped the stockings to stay cool, and a hint of dark, soft hair peeked out from the side of her panties. As they chatted and wrestled, the dark skin beside her underwear swayed before my eyes, and my cock grew rock hard.

Tingting, who was sitting next to me, was a petite and incredibly cute girl with a look reminiscent of a young pop idol. She often called me "Big Brother" and clearly had a crush on me. Noticing the bulge in my trousers, she giggled and whispered in my ear, "Big Brother! Your 'thing' isn't behaving! Do you want Tingting to help you hide it?" While Judy wasn't looking, she gave my crotch a playful squeeze and whispered with a blush, "Oh my... it's not small at all... I wonder how badly Sister Judy must let it be bullied?"

Watching Judy being held by Arthur, she seemed to be losing her resistance. Her breasts had been conquered at some point; her bra had slipped down beneath her bust. Arthur's hand was busy kneading her white breasts as if he were trying to squeeze milk from them. Fortunately, she remembered to keep one hand pressing down on her skirt, preventing Arthur from reaching her panties just yet.

A mixture of anger and a strange, perverse curiosity rose in me. I wanted to see if she would become wanton in front of me. Not wanting to lose to her, I pulled Tingting onto my lap, letting her soft crotch press against my hard cock.

"Mmm... it's so hard... and it keeps throbbing... Big Brother, what are you thinking about?" Tingting gasped as she felt me, then mischievously squeezed me with her thighs.

"Thinking about the thing between your cheeks!" I teased, making her face flush as she averted her eyes.

We continued like that, each of us with a beauty on our lap, drinking through several large bottles of beer. Gradually, everyone grew tipsy. The men talked less, and instead, they focused on teasing the girls. Millie, the most easygoing of the group, had already lost so many games that her panties were down, her skirt barely covering David's wandering hands, while her T-shirt was pushed up to her breasts, allowing David to take turns sucking her small, firm nipples.

Meanwhile, Jack and Lily sat facing each other, whispering. Jack was down to just his underwear, while Lily leaned her upper body against his chest, listening to his sweet nothings.

Judy was slightly more composed; she wouldn't let Arthur grope her backside, but she had hiked up her skirt. Wearing only her black panties, she sat on Arthur's lap, letting him rub against her through his suit trousers.

Judy's eyes were watery as she looked at me with an innocent expression. I watched the slender slit of her panties slide back and forth against Arthur's bulging crotch, fearing that at any moment, her intimate warmth would be claimed by him. But damn him, Arthur rubbed even harder. I actually saw a large wet patch appearing on his grey suit trousers—looking closely, it was clearly moisture leaking from Judy's panties.

The more I watched, the more my cock ached. Regardless of whose it was, I just wanted to thrust it into Judy's lustful heat. Just then, Tingting finished her song. Noticing me staring at Judy, she whispered with a giggle, "Is Big Brother jealous? You can do the same to Sister Judy. So, do you dare to play with me right in front of her?" Her small hand continued to stroke my cock through my trousers, nearly making me ejaculate on the spot.

Seeing no immediate reaction, Tingting gave my cock a firm squeeze and stood up. "Come on! It's special show time! Does Big Brother Arthur want to watch? For just a thousand per girl, there's a spectacular performance!"

"Nonsense! If Judy is willing to strip completely, I'll pay three thousand just to watch!" Arthur pulled out a stack of bills, counting out six thousand for the girls and leaving the rest as tips.

***

(2)

***

The four beauties rose to readjust their lingerie. Millie produced a tambourine and a whistle to distribute to the others. Tingting selected a few fast-paced dance tracks. As soon as the music kicked in, the four of them, wearing only lingerie and high heels, climbed onto the table and began to grind.

I didn't know if Judy had been trained, but she could shake her hips just as skillfully as the others. Four beautiful, young women, barely covered by fabric, danced wildly before us. With every blast of the whistle, their breasts and buttocks bounced rhythmically. Whenever they had the chance, they turned their rounded backsides toward their men, pulling their panties tight so the fabric dug deep into their clefts.

"Beep... beep... beep-beep-beep..." The synchronized whistling of the four girls filled the room. David pulled out his cock and began to rub it lightly.

"Beep... beep... beep-beep-beep..." Everyone's eyes were glued to the women's underwear, and my cock felt painfully engorged.

"Beep... beep... beep-beep-beep!" Suddenly, Millie blew her whistle and began to scream, "Strip! Strip! Strip!"

"Beep... beep... strip! Strip! Strip!..." The atmosphere turned feverish and erotic. The four women were drenched in a fine sheen of sweat from dancing. As the men began to roar along, the girls, in perfect unison, unhooked their bras and tossed them toward their men.

"Beep... beep... shake it! Shake it! Shake it!..." Waves of bouncing breasts and swaying hips surged before us. Lily's breasts were particularly impressive, looking like two ripe papayas with large, dark red nipples. Tingting was more petite, her breasts having a delicate, youthful pinkness that made one hesitant to be too rough. But of course, Judy was the most seductive of all; her breasts were firm and athletic, her nipples the size of peanuts, the color of chocolate milk, and already hard and protruding.

I knew they were performing more enthusiastically because I was there, and Judy, knowing she could be wanton in front of me, was already high on the excitement.

"Beep... beep... shake it! Shake it! Shake it!..." Millie's clear voice continued to command them. The four women leaned their breasts toward the men, their faces filled with lust. David couldn't resist and reached out to grab Millie's breasts, but she gave a playful reprimand, telling him he couldn't touch them if he wanted the dance to continue. David finally sat back on the sofa, behaving.

"Beep... beep... beep-beep-beep!" The excitement reached a fever pitch. Before Millie could even command it, the men were already roaring, "Strip! Strip! Strip!" Everyone wanted to see them take off their panties.

"Beep... beep... strip! Strip! Strip!..." Millie joined in the shouting, and Judy turned to look at me, searching for my approval.

To be honest, I had never seen Judy dance like this before. I was amazed at how practiced she was, as if she had been born to do this. Her allure and seductive power far surpassed the other three. Thinking that since I could only watch and not touch, and since it was a chance to see the young bodies of the other three, the alcohol took hold of my senses, and I gave a nod. Looking back, I felt like the one who had invited the green hat upon himself; one couldn't blame anyone else.

Encouraged, Judy blew her whistle and began to chant along with Millie: "Strip! Strip! Strip!..." The four women danced as if possessed, their bodies burning with desire under the intense gaze of the men.

Suddenly, the four women formed a circle, facing each other. They swayed their hips and arched their backs, slowly sliding their panties down to their ankles. They then hooked the panties onto their index fingers, twirling them like cowboys with lassos, ready to catch their prey.

"Beep... beep... shake it! Shake it! Shake it!..." Millie's voice was reaching a crescendo of excitement.

Four naked young beauties, wearing nothing but silver high heels, circled the table. Their firm breasts, flat abdomens, and slender thighs flashed before us like a kaleidoscope of flesh. At that moment, Tingting's cream-colored panties flew toward my face. Catching the faint, musky scent, I stuffed them into my own underwear.

Seeing the naked bodies of Millie, Tingting, and Lily for the first time, my eyes could hardly keep up. Millie's mound was small and neat, with sparse hair. As her thighs rubbed together, a glistening trail of arousal appeared, matting her hair against her labia. She must have found the sensation of men staring at her slit incredibly stimulating, as her juices flowed uncontrollably.

Tingting was a bit different; perhaps because I hadn't teased her enough, her hair still partially covered her opening, but her vulva was beautiful. From behind, the swell of her hips and the firm curve of her thighs were enough to make one's heart race.

Lily's anatomy was as developed as her breasts. Her curly hair could barely contain her large, dark labia, which quivered with every movement. She danced so lost in the moment that she occasionally arched her back and spread herself wide for everyone to see, making me swallow hard several times.

As for Judy, whom I knew better than anyone, her slit was positioned slightly further back. She had little hair, making her opening easy to see. Fearing she was being exposed too much, I stared at her intensely, but she seemed oblivious, her face flushed as she focused on shaking her breasts and swaying her hips for the men.

Arthur was staring unblinkingly, his cock already out and being rubbed. Damn him, he even leaned toward the table, his face almost touching my groin. I nearly coughed loudly to warn him, but he was just watching. His cock was a deep, angry red, looking even larger than a street sausage.

"Beep... beep... shake it! Shake it! Shake it!..." Finally, Judy danced right in front of me. I gave her a stern glare, but she looked at me with utter innocence, as if everything she was doing was by my command.

I cleared my throat a few times, and she gave a small nod of acknowledgment. She then turned her backside toward me, thrusting her hips and using her hands to spread her labia wide, swaying them before my eyes. Her lustful eyes seemed to devour me, as if demanding that I fuck her right then and there. Damn it! If I had pulled her down and thrust into her now, it would have been an explosion of jealousy. If I revealed she was my girlfriend, it wouldn't be honorable to let her be handled so publicly while naked. I wasn't that foolish!

The most agonizing part was seeing that Judy's slit was already glistening with moisture. A thick, white nectar was brimming between her crimson lips; she was clearly desperate for a cock. What if she got drunk and accidentally took Arthur's massive sausage into her heat? That would be a disaster.

"Beep... beep... dance! Dance! Dance!..." This time, the four women targeted their men, their hot, fragrant bodies diving straight into their arms.

The whistling stopped, the shouting ended, and the special show came to a close.

***

How much I wished it had been Judy who jumped into my arms! But a scent of youthful fragrance reached my nose—it wasn't Judy's familiar perfume. It was Tingting.

Tingting pressed herself against me, panting heavily, her entire body covered in sweat, her hair damp. Thinking she needed a rest, I was surprised when she unzipped my fly and pulled out my rock-hard cock. Using her body to shield Judy's view, I whispered, "Aren't you tired? Do you want Big Brother to play with you more?"

She gripped my cock, sliding it between her breasts, and muttered grumpily, "It's all because of you guys! Staring at me like that... it made me so excited... it's all tingly and itchy. Big Brother, help me scratch it!"

My seed was already poised to erupt, but Judy was right there. If she saw us, it would be the end. "Is... is that a good idea? Sister Judy is right there. Aren't you afraid she'll get jealous? I'm afraid she'll give me a green hat!"

Tingting gave a firm squeeze and said defiantly, "Oh, you coward! Even we girls aren't afraid, so what are you afraid of?"

"Mmm... okay, Tingting. I'll help you another time. Look, Sister Judy is looking over!" I used the moment to glance at Arthur and Judy. Judy was draped over Arthur, her hips grinding incessantly, her long, pale legs wrapped tightly around his. Her backside was moving like a bitch in heat. Damn that Arthur! He had actually reached down and scooped up the moisture she had left behind, rubbing it all over Judy's slit.

At that moment, Millie took David's hand and headed toward the restroom in the suite. I was surprised. "I didn't know you offered that kind of service! Where is Millie going?"

Tingting giggled, licking my glans as she spoke. "Tsk... as long as the money is right, what can't we do? Besides, your friends are gentlemen; they won't be annoying."

"Huh? Why haven't you mentioned this before?" I had thought they only allowed groping, but they were selective about their services.

"We keep that money for ourselves! We don't have to report it to you, but Sister Judy knows. Did she not tell you?" Tingting looked at me with a bewildered expression.

"Oh! Yes, she mentioned it briefly, but I didn't think much of it." A sense of crisis surged in my heart. I added, "Tingting! Go tell Sister Judy that I only allow her to be touched on the outside, or maybe even given a blowjob. If it goes beyond that, I won't want her anymore."

A mischievous smile played on Tingting's lips. I tucked my cock back in, and she walked naked to Judy's side, whispering in her ear. Judy looked at me with a half-smile; I knew she would listen.

***

Millie and David emerged from the restroom after about ten minutes, both looking relieved and refreshed, as if they had just released a great deal of tension. When they first went in, Millie had her lingerie with her, and she had them back on when she sat back down on the sofa.

During those twenty minutes, Jack had already been brought to climax by Lily. Lily's fingers were working furiously inside Jack's trousers, though it seemed she was struggling to finish him off.

Arthur and Judy's business was just beginning. Judy was held tightly against Arthur's chest, his large hand working its way into her slit. Sometimes he would hover at the entrance, and other times he would penetrate just a little before Judy pulled him back out. They were a chaotic mess of thrusting and pulling, his fingers sliding in and out of her labia, essentially performing digital fingering on her.

I watched Judy's slit swell with arousal. Her thick, white juices were staining Arthur's trousers. It seemed her body was craving actual penetration. I felt a mix of anger and excitement, a lewd sensation rising in my heart. Part of me wanted her to slap Arthur and return to me, while another part wanted Arthur to thrust hard and make her cry out in pleasure.

My glans was itching intensely, and a warm, wet sensation was sucking on it. It was Tingting's mouth.

"Wow! Big Brother's cock grew several times its size! Do you like watching Sister Judy being handled by other men?" Tingting asked while licking me. She was crouching between my legs, her buttocks spread wide in a most erotic fashion.

"Don't be silly! It's because of you," I denied. "If you keep this up, I'll end up shooting it right into your mouth."

"Mmm... that's exactly what I want... you naughty thing... you don't even know how much... how much I want you..." Tingting bit down a few times, and I felt a drop of pre-cum escape. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to hold back the urge to ejaculate.

"Nn... ah... it's so itchy... Big Brother, you aren't touching me... I want your big cock so bad!" Tingting's hips continued to grind, as if the motion could provide some relief.

Just then, Judy was half-heartedly pulled into the restroom by Arthur. Seeing Tingting sucking my cock, Judy's eyes widened, and she pouted at me.

Tingting didn't notice Judy's sharp gaze. Hearing the restroom door close, she thought Judy was gone and said happily, "Oh... look... Sister Judy is gone now... Big Brother, come inside with me, won't you? I'm going crazy..." She stood up and knelt by my thighs, her pink buttocks wide open, looking at me with anticipation.

Seeing her wanton expression, a drop of her arousal fell onto my erect glans. I couldn't take it anymore. Grabbing my cock, I slowly slid it into her soaking wet slit.

"Mmm... so good... Big Brother's cock feels amazing... oh... good brother... thrust harder... yes... thrust into this slutty girl... kill me with it..." She let out a long sigh, her beautiful eyes brimming with sweet tears.

A young girl's heat was indeed tight. My entire cock was gripped by the warm vaginal walls. It felt incredible. Seeing her innocent face while she expertly arched her waist to ride me was intoxicating. The contractions of her vagina were so intense that I feared I would finish instantly. I gripped her hips to keep her steady and panted, "My little slut... don't move yet... let me hold it in... then I'll really fuck you..."

"Mmm... don't! It's so itchy right now... if you thrust a few more times, the itch will go away..." She struggled, wanting to continue the motion.

"Hee... look... everyone is watching you be so wanton... aren't you embarrassed? Begging a man to fuck your slit... how shameful..." Since the other four were all watching us like they were viewing a live erotic play, I took the chance to tease her.

She stole a glance behind her and saw eight eyes staring at her naked buttocks, with a man's large cock buried inside her open slit. Embarrassed, she blushed deeply and snapped, "What are you looking at? Never seen people make love? You love watching others do it instead of doing it yourself—how annoying!"

Everyone burst into laughter, making Tingting so embarrassed she grabbed her tank top to cover her bottom, muttering, "Hmph! Then you won't get to see! If you want a free show, forget it!" Though she denied it, she didn't dare move again.

***

After about four or five minutes of thrusting, the others realized the show was over and returned to their own business. The music resumed, and Lily and Jack finally put their clothes back on.

Having rested enough, knowing that once Judy came out, my chance with Tingting would be gone, I gripped her slender waist and began to thrust deeply into her.

Feeling my cock churning in her flooded warmth, Tingting began to moan softly. This time, she was wiser, whispering into my ear, "Oh... Big Brother is so amazing... your cock... it's even... even bigger... ah... Tingting is so happy... right there... hit it right there... oh... the little sister... is going to die... ah..."

"Mmm... such a wonderful cock... it's hitting... the bottom of my womb... ah... Big Brother... it's not fair... you only fuck Judy... ahhh... I want you... to fuck me... every day..." She began to ramble sweetly. If not for the music, everyone would have heard the wet, squelching sounds of every deep thrust.

I saw David looking at me while rubbing Millie's backside. Millie gave him a playful bite and moved to whisper with Lily. The two of them watched Tingting and me with ambiguous, unreadable expressions.

Suddenly, a surge of hot liquid hit my glans. Tingting pulled my cock all the way to the base and screamed, "Ah... ah... ah... no... can't take it... so good... it's killing me!" She was drenched in sweat, and her vagina began to spasm violently, releasing a potent, youthful scent.

Feeling the hot liquid gushing out, flowing down to my scrotum and thighs, my control broke. The accumulated seed surged forward like a dam bursting, and with a final burst of excitement, I ejaculated deep into the very bottom of her vagina.

"Ah... ah... ahhh... good brother... you're... you're going to burst my womb... oh... shoot it in... shoot it all in... ohhh... you're shooting right into my womb... I... I'm going to suck it all up... all your bad stuff..." She collapsed into a soft heap against me, her body trembling. Her vagina pulsed rhythmically, squeezing and releasing like a tube of toothpaste, pumping my seed into her womb.

I emptied every last drop. For half a minute, my head was spinning and my mind was blank as we clung to each other, basking in the afterglow.

The other four had long since realized we were "done." Though they continued to sing, their eyes were fixed on us. To me, their gaze was nothing but curiosity and envy.

By the time Tingting and I caught our breath, Judy still hadn't emerged. Checking the time, twenty minutes had passed. A sense of unease rose in my heart. Had Arthur already plunged his "sausage" into her slit? Would he make her scream with pleasure? Would she like that crude, massive thing? And how could I bear it if she started comparing me to him?

The thought of Arthur's red cock fucking Judy's tender vulva made me restless. Even as Tingting leaned down to lick the remaining semen from my cock, I couldn't fully enjoy it. After a long time, Tingting looked up, her beautiful lips glistening, and asked, "You... you're so mean... I'm sweating from licking you... and you don't even show me love... What is it? Are you worried about Sister Judy?"

Seeing her messy hair and swollen lips, I pulled her up and kissed the moisture away. "Of course I am. And besides, I'm exhausted. You're too much; you've almost squeezed me dry, and my legs are weak!"

Tingting giggled and wrinkled her nose. "Oh, stop it! You make me sound like... like a slut... like I'm so good at making love... how rude..."

"Good at making love? Ha! Even if you are, there's no shame in it. You nearly sucked it all out of me several times. If there were a sex competition on TV, you'd definitely take first place," I teased.

She pouted and punched me. "I don't want to join a sex competition! How embarrassing! If there's a competition, let Sister Judy join. She's been in there for thirty minutes and still hasn't come out—she's clearly the expert!" Her playful indignation and the feeling of her naked vulva sliding against my penis made my drooping cock stand up once more.

"If you keep moving like that, Big Brother will want to fuck you again... and we won't be finishing in thirty minutes this time," I warned.

Noticing the change in my trousers, she said with a sultry gaze, "Hmph! Come then! Come fuck me! Who's afraid? If you have the guts, thrust it in!" She spread her buttocks, inviting my cock into her heat.

I actually didn't have the guts. Fearing Judy might walk out at any moment, I suppressed our desire and suggested we get dressed. Tingting huffed but obediently complied.

The six of us tidied our clothes and the sofa, tossing away some used tissues. Before long, Judy and Arthur emerged from the restroom.

Arthur looked exhausted, though whether it was frustration or post-orgasmic lethargy was hard to tell; personally, I hoped it was the former. Judy, however, looked incredibly refreshed. She gave me a wink, leaving me puzzled. Was it because she had successfully helped Arthur finish, or had she achieved a satisfying climax of her own?

I didn't ask. After some brief conversation, Judy mentioned that Arthur's three hours were up, and she, Tingting, and the others left first. It wasn't until two or three minutes after the girls had vanished that Arthur chased after them, claiming he had forgotten to ask for Judy's number.

*Damn him! He has the company number, why does he need hers?* I cursed inwardly.

***

(3)

***

After the girls left, we chatted for a few minutes before I made an excuse to leave and headed to the parking lot. As we drove back, the girls were likely laughing about the men's behavior, but when I entered the car, they all fell silent.

On the way home, I asked Judy, "What were you and Arthur doing in the restroom? Why did it take so long?"

Judy replied, "Well, just like you said, I used my mouth to get him off. You don't know how much of a lecher and a loser Arthur is. He finished after just a few licks, but he wouldn't let me out! He kept forcing me to get him hard again. My jaw was almost cramping, but he just couldn't stay hard. He's so useless!"

Feeling a bit sour, I asked, "So he really didn't get to thrust inside you?"

"Absolutely not! Do you think I wanted to? It was just for your sake and to make a bit more money. You're the only one whose 'thing' I love..." She snuggled against me, her small hand wandering toward my crotch.

"Hmph! How much did you take from him?" I asked, half-amused and half-annoyed.

"Hehe... besides the regular fee, I took fifteen thousand just for the restroom session. Is that okay?" Judy showed off a stack of cash.

I hadn't realized Arthur was such a big spender. Today, between the four girls' three-hour sessions (twelve thousand), the special show (six thousand), and the tips, they must have made at least fifty or sixty thousand. Estimating my own cut, I grumbled, "Hmph! Greedy women, choosing money over men. When you get back, make sure to rinse your mouths and brush your teeth so no semen gets stuck in your teeth!"

"Yes, Master Pimp!" the four women laughed in unison.

***

I initially believed Judy was telling the truth. Letting her use her mouth was already a hard pill to swallow, but a week later, when I ran into Arthur, he told me a completely different story.

He pulled me into a cafe and got straight to the point. "The girls were great last week, weren't they? Did you ever call Tingting out for a session?"

"No, I didn't get her number. We haven't talked since," I said. How could I tell him we were together every day?

"Oh... I thought I could reach Judy through you. After that day, I called the agency, and they said Judy had quit," he said with a hint of disappointment.

*Of course she did! That was my instruction to Millie!* I laughed inwardly.

"What a shame! She was so beautiful. I had two rounds with her that day, and even now, just thinking about it makes my cock hard! If she were my girlfriend, who knows how many times a day I'd have to fuck her. I'd probably die of exhaustion," he said, lost in the memory.

"What? Two rounds? You're that good?" I was shocked and wanted the truth.

"What else did you think I was doing in that restroom for thirty minutes? You have no idea how slutty she is. The moment we entered, she stripped her panties and told me to fuck her immediately. Damn! Her slit was so tight and so wanton. I tried the 'old man pushing a cart' position from behind, but she shook me off after just a few thrusts. Don't laugh! If you saw a beautiful ass and a soaking wet slit being worked by your own cock, you'd probably finish in a second too!" He grinned lecherously.

I cursed his entire lineage. Didn't he know he was fucking my girlfriend? Yet, the more he spoke, the harder my cock grew. "And then?" I pressed.

"I wanted to leave, but she hadn't reached her climax. She was like a cat in heat, refusing to let me go. She said if we left too soon, her friends would laugh at her. So we stayed longer. She blew me hard to get me erect again." I was stunned. I couldn't believe Judy was this wanton.

"Then we lay on the floor in a 69 position, sucking each other. Damn, you should have seen it! Her slit was so full of tender, pink flesh, and she had this incredible, musky scent. After just a few licks from my tongue, my cock was rock hard. She couldn't wait to ride me. This time, I didn't hold back. I made her climax twice, and then I held her legs up and hammered away until her labia were swollen and red. We finally finished together. It was exhausting but incredible; we stayed joined together for several minutes before walking out."

"My trousers were soaked in her juices! When I got home, I didn't even want to shower. I kept her scent on me for two days. I even kept the panties she wore that day. Now, whenever I smell those panties, I can finish in an instant."

Hearing my friend describe the act of defiling my girlfriend so vividly was a bitter pill. Yet, my cock was throbbing with excitement! I wanted to go back and fuck that dishonest woman until she told the truth. "You make me jealous," I said, feigning envy. "When can I have a taste of Judy's wantonness?"

"Haha! Maybe there won't be a chance. Once I contact her, I'm going to ask her to be my girlfriend. You shouldn't play with a friend's wife, right?" he laughed.

*Damn you! You know you shouldn't, yet you fucked her hundreds of times without a condom!* I was furious, but I couldn't expose him. "Well, since you can't reach her, good luck... By the way, were those panties really hers?"

Arthur laughed triumphantly. "Of course! She took them off and gave them to me. They were those sexy black silk panties she wore that day. They were as smooth as her skin. I so regret not getting her private number when she left naked and wanton!" Seeing my grim expression, he patted my shoulder. "Don't be so jealous. You'll find a woman like that too. Actually, Tingting is quite good—she has that Japanese schoolgirl vibe. If you liked her, you wouldn't be so obsessed with my Judy."

*When did she become "your" Judy?* I cried out in my heart. I deeply regretted letting her enter the nightlife, and even more, that my own momentary madness had led me to wear a green hat so easily.

Arthur left, and on the walk back to our small apartment, my mind raced between the two versions of the story. Which one was true? The more I thought, the more Arthur's version seemed plausible. Judy had every reason to lie, but Arthur had no reason to boast so specifically.

***

When I arrived home, Judy wasn't there. She had left a note saying she went to see a movie with Millie. Before the evening shift, the girls loved to go shopping or to the movies, while I usually stayed home watching TV and smoking.

This was my chance. I began searching through the drawers for those black silk panties. If they were still there, Arthur might be lying. I still wanted to believe Judy had listened to me.

I found them. They were neatly folded at the very bottom of the drawer. She only ever bought one of each style or color; she was a woman who liked things fresh. Did she like different sizes of cocks too? My mind wandered as I searched.

I breathed a sigh of relief. They were clean and tucked away. It would be a long time before she wore them again, as there were over twenty other pairs stacked on top of them.

I felt a wave of relief. It was a close call; almost a moment away from Arthur claiming her. But there can only be one truth. Now that the story had become a "Rashomon," whom should I believe? Was I just creating trouble for myself? Well, the next time you call the "Silver High Heels Media Agency," don't expect Judy to serve you. If you want Tingting, Lily, Millie, or Annie, fine! But if you want Judy... forget it!