My name is Justin, and I work as a male PR for a nightclub. When I first started serving female clients, I encountered all kinds of difficulties and challenges. However, I had no other choice, as I am only in my early 20s and my mother had passed away due to illness. Before she died, I had accumulated huge debts to pay for her medical expenses. Meanwhile, my father sold off all of our family assets and left with his mistress. These circumstances forced me to sacrifice my dignity and become a male PR in the nightclub industry. During my time in this job, I was constantly bullied and oppressed by others, but I also met a group of loyal friends and women who wanted to team up with me. Can I serve difficult and wealthy customers well? Can I work hard enough to become a manager in the nightclub industry? These are the questions that I face on my journey.
"167, come over here and kneel in front of me!" A well-dressed woman with heavy makeup and bright clothing barked out the order to me.
Yes, 167 was my code name here. This was a nightclub where wealthy women gather, and I was the 167th male PR.
"How come this guy isn't paying attention to me? Is he deaf or mute?" The wealthy woman continued to curse and swear.
And Elise quickly came up to her with a smile. Elise Collins was the person who introduced me to the nightclub. She was a beautiful and sophisticated woman.
"Ms. Taylor, please don't be in a hurry. This guy is on his first day of work." As Elise spoke, she leaned closer to Ms. Taylor and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "He's still a virgin!"
"A virgin? Really?" Ms. Taylor showed some interest.
"Yes, when I met him, I purposely showed him my underwear and he got hard." Elise replied with a hint of sarcasm.
Although Ms. Taylor believed that I was a virgin, she still looked unhappy and said, "So what if you're a virgin? Did you hear what I said earlier? Kneel in front of me!"
At the moment when her voice fell, all the male PRs' eyes were focused on me. The strong feeling of suffocation made me feel a little embarrassed.
"Justine Fox, come on!" Elise urged me again.
"Ms. Collins, Ms. Taylor, I'm sorry, I'm a little nervous..." I spoke while trying to comfort myself, and slowly knelt down in front of Ms. Taylor.
But in the next moment, I was stunned. She actually lifted her leg and stomped heavily on my shoulder with her left foot. The ten-centimeter heel on her shoe was pressing on my shoulder, and the resulting pain made me feel a little confused. When I instinctively raised my head, I saw something I had never seen before between Taylor's legs. I swear, I have been a good boy since I was born. Even when the biology teacher explained the structure of the human body, I was too shy to lift my head. Who would have thought that on the first day of my work, I would be able to see all the details of female genitalia in a straightforward way. However, it was different from what I expected. It was a bit dark, and there was a faint smell of shower gel that entered my nostrils. At that moment, I was a little overwhelmed, and my face turned red uncontrollably.
"Oh! So you really are a virgin?" Ms. Taylor laughed heartily, looking very pleased. Her tone was provocative, "Little virgin, tell me what you saw."
"Ms. Taylor, I think I saw clams spitting foam..." I answered cautiously.
"Ha ha ha..."
At that moment, everyone laughed, especially Ms. Taylor, who laughed so hard that she was bent over. From my angle, I could even see the anus of her lower body contracting.
"Kid, you are a happy nut. You came out just to make money. Serve me well and all this money is yours!" Ms. Taylor said and then generously opened her purse beside her, took out two stacks of money and threw them on the table.
Once again, I was amazed by the sight of all this money, just a service fee for one time. How much money do people in this line make? I greedily stared at the money without paying attention to what was happening on the side.
"Ms. Taylor, you have selected Justine, so we will all leave now." Elise smiled and asked as she approached.
"Alright, everyone leave. I want to talk to this handsome young man alone!"
With Taylor's approval, Elise quietly led other male PR out of the box. Of course, some of the PRs often serving Ms. Taylor gave me a bad look before leaving. Such a generous rich woman is naturally the favorite of all male PRs. It wasn't until much later that I found out that because I took this order, I accidentally offended many people and was maliciously excluded. But that is another story.
"Boy, kneeling is tiring. Get up and sit." Ms. Taylor beckoned me to sit on the sofa.
"Ms. Taylor, this is my first time doing this job, and there are many things I don't understand. What do you need me to do?" I carefully sat on the sofa.
"The first thing, I want to drink." Ms. Taylor smiled and looked at the glass.
I quickly picked up the glass. When I was about to approach her mouth, she inadvertently raised her eyebrows, which made me somewhat confused.
"You didn't receive any training before going on duty?" Ms. Taylor looked at me angrily.
"Yes, Ms. Taylor. I am indeed on my first day of work and have not received formal training." I replied nervously.
I knew that going on duty without training is taboo in the public relations industry. One careless move can easily get you kicked out of the nightclub, and even have your hands and feet broken by an angry rich woman. Thinking about the possibility of being disabled, my body began to tremble uncontrollably, and I couldn't hold the glass steadily.
"What are you afraid of?" Ms. Taylor took the opportunity to hold my hands. "Feed me with your mouth."
This statement surprised me very much, but I still mustered up the courage to take a sip of the foreign wine and feed it to her mouth as she said.
Then, she still found it not exciting enough and ordered me to take out several glasses, fill each glass with foreign wine, and then cover each glass with banknotes.
"Drink!" Ms. Taylor continued to pour me wine.
At this moment, I could deeply feel a warm stream flowing into my stomach, followed by a sharp pain like a knife cutting. I rarely drink, and the alcohol Ms. Taylor gave me was strong foreign wine. But for the money, I chose to gamble! With each glass of foreign wine I drank, I began to feel dizzy and powerless, and collapsed on the sofa.
Ms. Taylor also seemed very excited, straddling me and gently unbuttoning my clothes, while groping between my legs. Soon, she found my zipper and opened it directly!
I was somewhat expectant, but more disappointed. I had fantasized about various scenarios for my first time, but I never thought it would be in such a setting, with a middle-aged rich woman whom I had no feelings for.
When Emerie offered herself to Elvin, she was only eighteen years old. When she left Elvin at the age of twenty, she became the scandal of the imperial capital. The daughter of a foster servant actually climbed into the bed of the young master, and presumed to marry into the Nelson family to enjoy the blessings. But no one knew that when Emerie left, Elvin lost sleep all night. Emerie thought that the obstacle between her and Elvin was a deep hatred that was hard to let go of, but in the end she realized that it was just her mother's unwillingness. But at that time she was already bruised. Later, Elvin came to pick her up, "I really can't leave you." She held her child, smiling sadly, "Mr. Nelson, are you begging me?"
"Wow, honey, this man looks like you, even his name is the same ......" Emily looked at the person on the cover of Time Magazine and said to Michael, "Could it be that you have a twin brother?" Michael smiled bitterly, "Do you think there is a possibility that I am actually him?" Emily was in a daze. She was drugged by her despicable sister and had no choice but to have sex with a strange man, but she didn't expect that this man would spoil her into a princess that everyone envied!
Hannah always thought that if she paid, she would get a reward. She never thought that during her three years of marriage with Edward, she had to beg and plead, but in the end she got a cold sentence from Edward, "She's back, let's divorce." Hannah held back her tears and signed her name on the divorce agreement, but Edward was unwilling to let her go. "Stay with me once more, until forever." Edward wanted to use his tenderness to confine her to his side. Hannah coldly responded, "Sorry, this time the one who abandoned you is me!"
Sharon's mother had died in giving birth to her, and soon her father remarried again and had her half-sister Kaitlyn Palmer, which thence led to Sharon live a misery life like Cinderella. Luckily, Aunt Stephanie, the maid and butler of her mother, brought her up.However, luckless person are often preferred by misfortunes. Aunt Stephanie fell ill seriously and for her treatment fees, Sharon had to marry a poor man as Kaitlyn's understudy, and kept it a secret forever. Arlando Campbell was an underappreciated bastard in his family. For completion of the task the family imposed, he was forced to marry a slut. Yet on the wedding night, he discovered his wife's secret! Will they find out each other's hidden secrets during the marriage? Would it be a perfect marriage for their combination? And will it a story of Cinderella and Prince Charming?
We've been married for three years, but I've never truly had his love. When his childhood sweetheart returned, just as promised, all I was met with were the cold, glaring divorce papers. "If I were carrying our child, would you still choose to divorce?" I asked, holding onto the faintest glimmer of hope, making one last desperate plea. His response, as expected, was just as cold as ever. "Yes." I closed my eyes, choking back tears, and finally chose to let go-to honor his decision. Years later, my heart had turned to ash. Lying in a hospital bed, I trembled as I signed the divorce papers. "Alexander, from this moment on, we owe each other nothing..." What I never saw coming was the ruthless, decisive CEO kneeling at my bedside, his voice hoarse, almost broken, as he pleaded, "Vivienne, don't divorce me... please."
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?