Chapter 3: What kind of music is worthy of a lap dance?
"It's not about trying your best! It's about serving you well! He is a big benefactor. If you serve him well, you will become famous. By then, it will be you who picks the guests, not the guests who pick you!" Sister Kui happily said
He pushed her waist and said, "Go quickly! Don't keep him waiting!"
The arrow is on the string and it has to be fired!
Qi Xiaoya took a deep breath, nodded, and walked toward the door calmly.
Dissatisfied voices came one after another behind her, and some of the words were ugly, stabbing into Qi Xiaoya's heart like sharp knives, causing her to almost suffocate in pain, but she straightened her back straighter and raised her head higher.
Walking out proudly amid the filthy words.
Qi Xiaoya walked out, walked through a long corridor, and finally came to stand in front of the private room 301.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and quickly adjusted his somewhat decadent mentality. Then he opened his mouth again, raised the corners of his mouth, and a natural and decent smile appeared on his face. He raised his hand and knocked on the door gently.
As he knocked on the door, he accidentally looked to the side and met the deep and dark eyes of a man.
The man was wearing a well-tailored silver suit, with pointed eyebrows, strong nose, and a pair of thin lips pursed tightly. When he saw her, he frowned, raised his eyebrows slightly, then moved his eyes away lightly, and raised his hand to push.
Enter through the door.
The man's indifference and calm look made Qi Xiaoya feel slightly uncomfortable, but she quickly suppressed it successfully.
Opening the door, Qi Xiaoya was made a little uncomfortable by the strange silence inside.
Under the dim light, a man was half lying and half sitting lazily on the corner of the sofa, making it difficult to see his appearance.
Qi Xiaoya was panicked and didn't dare to look at him carefully. She walked in front of him and bowed politely to him, trying to make her smile charming, "Hello, sir!" She picked up the remote control.
, asked, "What song do you want to sing? Let me order it for you!"
Seeing her, the man's eyes lit up, he sat up straight and said calmly: "What kind of music is worthy of a lap dance?"
Qi Xiaoya was startled, and felt inexplicably afraid when faced with the beast-like light that flashed in the man's eyes.
However, lap dances are a must for guests here, and she knew that before she came in.
She gritted her teeth and tried to maintain a smile, "Okay. Please wait."
He pressed his fingers repeatedly, and soon the small room was filled with passionate music.
Those gasping and moaning sounds reached her ears, making Qi Xiaoya's heart become more and more panicked and confused.
But she still pretended to be calm and raised her hands, twisting her slender waist in rhythm and slowly approaching, and slowly sat on the man's body.
"Shall we play something more exciting?" she asked with a smile while twisting her waist and limbs.
"Okay!" The man stared at her towering breasts with burning eyes and swallowed hungrily.
A red silk scarf gently fell on the man's face, then was pulled away bit by bit, and slowly fell on the man's wrist. His fingers shook, and after a while, the man's hand was
Xiaoya was tied to his body.
Seeing that it was impossible for him to mess around with her, Qi Xiaoya secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and her smile became even more charming.
The dance became hotter and hotter. The man's hands broke free from the restraints at some point and quietly touched the woman's slender waist. Like a poisonous snake, they quietly attacked the woman's towering breasts.