The Quagmire of Desire: From Gambling Addict and Village Flower to Movie Queen

Brother Chen stuffed the room key into Sun Xiaoyan's hand and turned to leave.

Sun Xiaoyan stood there, holding the cold card, without moving.

The corridor was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.

After a few seconds, Brother Chen turned to look at her: "Come on, what are you standing there for? Boss Zhou is waiting for you next door."

Sun Xiaoyan then moved her feet and followed Brother Chen to a door at the other end of the corridor.

Brother Chen knocked on the door, and Boss Zhou's voice came from inside: "Come in."

Brother Chen pushed the door open, pushed Sun Xiaoyan inside, and then closed the door behind him without going in himself.

The room was larger and more luxurious than the previous private room.

Boss Zhou sat on a single sofa, legs crossed, looking at her.

"Come here," he said.

Sun Xiaoyan walked over and stopped two steps away from him.

Boss Zhou pointed to the carpet: "Kneel down."

Without hesitation, Sun Xiaoyan knelt down.

My knee hit the carpet and it hurts a little.

Boss Zhou stretched out his foot, his leather shoes gleaming.

"Lick it clean."

Sun Xiaoyan looked at the pair of leather shoes and felt a wave of nausea.

She lowered her head, stuck out her tongue, and began to lick the shoe.

The shoes smelled of leather and a bit of dust.

She licked slowly and carefully, from the toe to the side of the shoe.

Boss Zhou looked at her without saying a word.

After licking one foot, Boss Zhou switched to the other.

Sun Xiaoyan continued licking.

After licking both shoes, Boss Zhou said, "Pants."

Sun Xiaoyan looked up at him.

Boss Zhou's eyes were cold.

Sun Xiaoyan reached out to unbuckle his belt.

My hands were shaking a bit, and it took me a while to untangle it.

The zipper was pulled down, revealing black underwear underneath.

Boss Zhou leaned back on the sofa with his eyes closed.

Sun Xiaoyan lowered her head and leaned closer.

She used her mouth to pull her pants down to her knees.

Then continue.

Throughout the entire process, Boss Zhou neither moved nor uttered a sound.

Only a faint sound came from Sun Xiaoyan's throat.

It was a long time before Boss Zhou opened his eyes.

"Say it twice," he said.

Sun Xiaoyan didn't understand: "What?"

"Like a dog barking," said Boss Zhou. "Woof woof."

Sun Xiaoyan opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Boss Zhou reached out and picked something up from the coffee table.

It was a black leather choker, the same as the ones they wore around their necks, but a bit thicker.

He put the collar around Sun Xiaoyan's neck and fastened it tightly.

Then he stood up, holding the chain on his collar.

"climb."

Sun Xiaoyan lay down, her hands and knees on the ground.

Boss Zhou walked slowly on the carpet, holding the chain.

Sun Xiaoyan followed him as he climbed.

One lap, two laps.

The carpet was soft, but it rubbed my knees raw.

After climbing three laps, Boss Zhou stopped and sat back down on the sofa.

He loosened the chain and pulled a wad of banknotes from his pocket.

A thick stack of brand-new 100-yuan bills.

He pulled out a card and stuffed it into Sun Xiaoyan's mouth.

"Keep it in your mouth."

Sun Xiaoyan held the banknote in her teeth.

Boss Zhou pulled out another card and stuffed it in.

One after another.

Sun Xiaoyan's mouth was stuffed full of banknotes, and her cheeks bulged out.

Boss Zhou only stopped when he couldn't fit any more in.

"Alright," he said. "Get up."

Sun Xiaoyan stood up, her mouth stuffed with banknotes, unable to speak.

Tears streamed silently down her cheeks.

Boss Zhou looked at her and nodded.

"That's enough," he said. "Let's go back over there."

He stood up, zipped up his pants, and fastened his belt.

Sun Xiaoyan followed behind him, the wad of banknotes still dangling from her mouth.

Back in the main private room, as soon as the door opened, sounds poured out.

Liu Meiling sat on the sofa, surrounded by three men.

One man had his arm around her waist, another was touching her leg, and yet another was pouring her alcohol.

Liu Meiling laughed loudly, her clothes were torn and messy, and a large part of her chest was exposed.

When she saw Sun Xiaoyan come in, her eyes lit up for a moment, but she quickly smiled again and said to the man next to her, "Mr. Li, would you like another drink?"

Boss Zhou went inside, and the private room became a little quieter.

"You're having a lot of fun," said Boss Zhou.

Liu Meiling quickly squeezed out from the group of men and straightened her clothes: "Boss Zhou is back."

Boss Zhou ignored her and looked at the men on the sofa.

"Hey everyone, shall we play a new game?"

The men perked up: "What game?"

Boss Zhou pointed at Sun Xiaoyan and Liu Meiling: "Let them sit on the sofa."

"Riding a sofa?" Fat Mr. Li didn't understand.

"Yes," said Boss Zhou, "just sit on this sofa and ride it like a horse. Let's place a bet and see who rides it the best and shouts the nicest."

The men burst into laughter.

"This is fun!"

"Come on, how do we bet?"

Boss Zhou asked the waiter to bring paper and pen and briefly explained the rules.

Sun Xiaoyan and Liu Meiling were pushed to the front of the sofa.

The sofa is made of genuine leather and has a very smooth surface.

"Take it off," said Boss Zhou.

Sun Xiaoyan and Liu Meiling took off their skirts and threw them on the ground.

The two of them, naked, climbed onto the sofa and straddled it with their legs spread apart.

The leather surface was cool and pressed against my skin.

"Let's begin," said Boss Zhou.

Sun Xiaoyan remained frozen in place.

Liu Meiling moved first, twisting her waist and swaying her body back and forth, making humming sounds.

"Giddy up! Giddy up!" she shouted as she twisted the handlebars.

The men burst into laughter and placed their bets.

"I'm betting on Liu Meiling!"

"I'm betting on her too!"

Sun Xiaoyan looked at Liu Meiling, gritted her teeth, and began to twist her body as well.

But her movements were stiff, and her cries sounded dry and lifeless.

"This won't do," the skinny Mr. Wang shook his head, "It doesn't have the right flavor."

Boss Zhou looked at Sun Xiaoyan without saying a word.

Just then, a soft laugh came from the doorway of the private room.

Everyone looked over.

A woman stood at the door, wearing an elegant dress, holding a mobile phone, recording the two people on the sofa.

She's the younger sister of Brother Chen's ex-wife.

She laughed as she recorded, "Wow, that pose, that sound, so professional!"

Liu Meiling paused for a moment when she saw her.

Sun Xiaoyan also stopped and subconsciously tried to cover her body with her hands.

"Don't stop," the stranger said. "Keep going. I'm recording a great clip so I can enjoy it later."

Boss Zhou frowned, but did not stop him.

Brother Chen arrived at some point and stood at the door, looking rather unwell.

"Why are you here?" he asked the woman in a low voice.

"Come see your brother-in-law's new toy," the woman said with a smile. "It's really nice, he knows how to play with it."

Brother Chen didn't say anything more.

The game on the sofa continued.

Liu Meiling started twisting and turning again, shouting even louder.

Sun Xiaoyan moved along with it, but her eyes were vacant.

The men placed bets, laughed, and drank.

The game lasted for about half an hour before Boss Zhou told them to stop.

"Alright, that's enough for today."

The men, still wanting more, didn't say anything and all got up.

Before leaving, Fat Mr. Li slipped a stack of tips into Liu Meiling's hand.

"I'll find you to play again next time."

Liu Meiling smiled and nodded: "Thank you, Mr. Li."

The men had all left, and the private room suddenly became quiet.

The ground was littered with bottles, glasses, cigarette butts, and scattered banknotes.

Sun Xiaoyan and Liu Meiling got off the sofa, picked up their dresses, and put them on.

Both of them were sore all over that they could barely stand and ended up sitting on the ground.

The strange woman put away her phone, walked over, and looked down at them.

"Tsk tsk, so dedicated," she said. "They'd do anything for a little money."

Liu Meiling ignored her and bent down to pick up the banknotes on the ground.

Sun Xiaoyan also reached out to pick it up.

One, two, three.

The banknotes I picked up were crumpled and stained with alcohol.

But they picked them up very carefully.

The strange woman watched for a while, then, finding it uninteresting, turned and left.

Brother Chen and Boss Zhou stood on the other side of the private room, talking in hushed tones.

"Is everything arranged for the venue next week?" Boss Zhou asked.

Brother Chen nodded: "It's all arranged. It's bigger than here, and there are more people."

"Okay," said Boss Zhou, "take them to broaden their horizons."

After saying that, Boss Zhou left.

Brother Chen walked over and looked at Sun Xiaoyan and Liu Meiling sitting on the ground.

"Get everything cleaned up," he said. "We're ready to go."

Sun Xiaoyan and Liu Meiling stood up and began to clean up the trash on the ground.

They picked up the bottles, put away the glasses, and swept the cigarette butts into the trash can.

Numbness in movement, mechanical.

After they finished tidying up, Brother Chen led them outside.

The corridor was long and dimly lit.

As she reached the end of the corridor, Sun Xiaoyan thought she saw a figure flash by at the corner.

She looked over and only saw a figure from behind.

He's tall and thin, and looks a bit like Xiao Hui.

But she wasn't sure.

The figure vanished quickly, as if it had never been there at all.