Two months ago, I inherited a legacy from my best sister, which was a barely used BMW X6, which, to be sure, was not something she bought herself yet a present from a man old enough to be her father.
To tell the truth, I didn't expect her to die. She'd been doing this job longer than I can remember. When I went to the hotel to collect her body, she was tied to a chair leaning against the wall, her face almost thrust into it, her body was as flat and as razed as an over-ironed shirt. Funny thing was, the thing used to make her into this sorry state was an iron. Apart from these, she had a police baton in her vagina.
Director Liu, who was the playwright of this grand show, had been my sugar daddy as well for half a year, a man never stingy when it came to money. But the merit that I got from his story was that no money made your mouth tight enough, a story where he ratted me out like a naked baby on his birthday in prison. If it weren't for my backer now, I would still be rotting in a dungeon in the middle of nowhere this minute, telling this s*tty story to my probably lesbian inmate bestie.
My backer was a man in his thirties and quite someone in the legit world. But the only reason he was someone was that his father was the hugest shot in D Province, a man that could make the earth shatter with a flip of his hands.
He was the most unscrupulous man I'd ever seen. He went by the name of Shen Liangzhou, Shen Liangzhou. In order to hook up with him, I did anything I could in my power, some of them I still regret. Anything a man had the slightest inclination to like in a woman, well, I did it.
On the night I went home with him, I saw him taking a pill. I thought his junk might've withered or something after way too many pussies. When he took off his pants, however, I'd be telling no lies if I told you I thought the curtain was drawn. I had seen a lot of cocks but not any of them was like his. To put it bluntly, I didn't dare to let it in me.
He didn't stop all night and was like a berserker. In the end, he lay on my back, gritting his teeth and twitching.
Shen Liangzhou was fond of abuse, and there was nothing he wouldn't do just to get a moment of ecstasy. After that night, my lower part stayed swollen for a whole week.
He told me that he liked how much of a dirty s*ut I was except I could only be his s*ut.
Mi Lan who brought me into this business told me that my a*s could get any man thirsty with just a little sway. Word had it that people I served loved to refer to me not by my name, Cheng Lin, but preferred the nickname of Watery Peach.
There were three most reputed women in the w*orehouses in D Province, Cheng Lin the Watery Peach, Hong Tao the Monster Rack, and Jiao Jiao the Tongue. Hong Tao could squeeze the soul out of you with those tits of hers while Jiao Jiao could literally suck the life out of you with that tiny mouth of hers.
A few younger girls asked me the other day if I was happy with Liangzhou.
I said happily, "He spent a lot of money on me."
One of them hesitated for a moment. "Do you love him?"
Then it was my turn to hesitate.
I was not the only one of his women. The one he doted on the most was Qiao Li. She had been with him for the longest time. Qiao Li was good at seducing men. We had only met twice before. The first time was when she was having sex in a car in front of the house Liangzhou bought for me. She threw back her head and moaned as if she had never had a cock in her, which was certainly not true. Then she tossed the torn thongs from the car window for me to see. The second time I met her was when she was holding the arm of a man as they made their way out of a hotel, water still dripping from her thighs. Well, so much for "innocent little chick" as Liangzhou's secretary told me.
I secretly took a picture and showed it to Liangzhou. He was calmer than I expected, silently leaning against the bedside and smoking. The red cigarette butt burned a small round scar on my chest. I trembled with pain. He asked if I would do that, and I said I would never do that.
He laughed and put the ring that he had bought for Qiao Li on me. Two days later, Qiao Li found herself in a place that only the city workers would frequent and her lower body torn after being used by at least a dozen cocks.
That was when I knew how much of a stone-cold animal Liangzhou could be and I swore I would want nothing but his money in my life.
At that time, I didn't expect that God would make such a joke with me. The appearance of a man, to be exact, a runaway convict, has turned my world upside down.
It was a small mistake to meet Zhang Shihao.
Just as Shen Liangzhou were bringing his subordinates to a meeting in City S, Mi Lan asked me for help. She asked me to be at a casino to serve a few loaded upstarts from another city.
When I entered the room, Mi Lan was nodding to them while making tea. She was talking about an actor, who was supposed to be one of the upstart's pet. We started playing Texas Hold 'em when they, one by one, took fancy to me and started to thrust stacks of bills in my bra. One of them even offered a long-term relationship.
I didn't care about the money. A purse Liangzhou bought for me would cost ten times more than the money they gave me. Seeing I got quite the appetite, they gave up.
At two in the morning, the group of guys dispersed. I walked out of the casino and walked past a street corner without streetlamps. Just as I was about to ask my chauffeur to pick me up, I heard a few loud shouts coming from the pitch-black alley entrance a few meters away.
"So you thought you were cunning enough to double-cross me, did you, Zhang Shihao? God knows how many days I've been waiting for you to fall out of your master's arms, you dirty c*cksucker."
The sudden gunshot shattered the tiles on the roof, splashing at my feet. A pungent smell of smoke filled the air, like roasted meat.
Back then, it was almost every day that a gangster fight would break out on the street, but it was the only one that I found myself in. I found a corner and hid until the fat man, who was shouting a few minutes back, was cornered by a swift and agile figure, kneeling on the ground.
The figure was tall with a fierce aura. His long black leather jacket was gusting in the wind, and his right hand was pressing the gun against the eyebrows of the fat man.
The fat man stared at the muzzle, his face wrinkled, and he begged for mercy while trembling, "Zhang Shihao! Please spare me... I'm a f*cking bully. I'll disappear, you'll never get a sight of me, I promise. Just let me go, will you?"
The man's back was facing me, and I could not see his face. He did not speak. The fat man kneeling at his feet suddenly twitched and fell back.
I was so frightened that my eyes widened. The icicles condensed under the eaves of the phone booth were broken by the whistling northwest wind. With a click, they scratched my nose bridge, which was freezing cold. I came back to my senses from astonishment and dragged my two limp feet to the distance. Just as I saw the light that I thought I had escaped, the silenced pistol that killed the fat man a few minutes ago was pressed against my back.
My entire body stiffened in that instant.
"Enjoyed the show back there?"
There was a hidden danger in the low and threatening male voice. I gritted my teeth and said in a trembling voice, "I didn't see anything."
The muzzle of the gun pushed hard against me, sliding down and poking my butt through my clothes. I believed all he wanted was to get down on me so I said as I tried to play dumb, "You a John or something? You got a car? We can totally do it in the car or my p*ssy's gonna freeze with your c*ck in it."
He didn't move.
I added, "I got a condom in my purse, that good enough for you?"
He put away his gun and covered my face with a plastic bag. When I took it off and looked back, he had disappeared, leaving only a row of deep footprints in the dark night.
That was the New Year of 2006 in City H. The snow roared through the city for two whole days, leaving the city cold enough that you would think you were climbing Everest.
I'm 20 years old. As for Zhang Shihao, f*cked would I know how old he was?
I didn't even see his face clearly, and his voice was still unclear. It was just the spot where he left. The pool of bright red blood stuck in my heart.
A few days later, Shen Liangzhou returned and he was not alone. He brought a woman back with him.
His secretary told me that it was the most popular celebrity in City S. She served Shen Liangzhou for the past few days.