Zhang Biao invited Huang Erlang into his car.
The young delinquent girl was quite frightened.
Huang Erlang glanced at her, shoved her into Zhang Biao’s arms, and laughed.
“Lucky Brother Biao got here in time.
Otherwise those bastards would have cuffed me.
This girl is yours.”
Zhang Biao laughed and pulled the young woman in.
He reached that large hand under her skirt and used rough fingers to probe her pussy.
“Young Master, you’ve pierced this little bitch’s cunt.
There’s one on each side.
Feels pretty good to touch.”
“Hahaha… As my sex slave, of course I have to leave marks.
A few days ago I even tattooed a bright rose on our beautiful CEO.
You should have seen it, right?”
Zhang Biao lit up.
“So it was Young Master who did the rose on that slut’s big breasts!
Hahaha… Young Master is so talented.
Saves us sending roses every day from now on.”
Huang Erlang said, lewd, “Hehe… that slut is really too beautiful.
Good temperament.
Great figure.
Noble status.
Most important, she’s my classmate’s mother, exactly the kind of beautiful wife and mother I like.
I put a lot of work into chasing her.
Never mind sending roses every day.
I even had my grandfather rent her an office building in the busy downtown for free.
That’s how I finally got that slut.”
Zhang Biao gave a thumbs-up.
“Young Master, you have truly remarkable skill.”
Huang Erlang laughed, smug.
“When I was chasing her that slut was so proper, all high and mighty, didn’t take me seriously at all.
Once we got into bed I found out she was a whore.”
“Young Master, are you having second thoughts?
That slut has already been slept with by the master.
If you beg the master she’ll still be your plaything.
Why go to all that effort and pay such a high price?”
Huang Erlang smiled with contempt.
“Brother Biao, you don’t understand.
Women are more interesting when you pursue them slowly.
If I just took her outright, what would be the difference from playing with a prostitute?”
He glanced at Zhang Biao’s ugly, fat face and added, “Besides, the old man cherishes her.
If I asked him straight out to let her accompany me, he definitely would not have let me put a rose tattoo on her big breasts.”
Zhang Biao nodded, admiring.
“Young Master, since you did the tattoo on her breasts, did you do the butterfly and the word Slave as well?”
Huang Erlang’s face darkened.
He sounded unhappy.
“That big butterfly was tattooed by Grandpa.
But the black Slave character was already there.
I guess that slut was some other man’s sex slave for a while.”
I overheard every word, thanks to my sharpened senses.
I was so angry I almost vomited blood.
Then I thought it through.
The butterfly and the rose on my mother’s body were the Huang grandfather and grandson.
But who had put that humiliating black Slave on her?
Could Huang Erlang be right?
Had my mother been another man’s sex slave?
Heavy-hearted, I went back to the villa.
My mother still had not come home.
At the company she dressed extremely provocatively.
An off-the-shoulder top that could only cover half those magnificent breasts.
No bra underneath, only nipple covers, so the two tempting cherries would not show.
Those round, large breasts were half exposed, and because they were so full they made a deep cleavage that trembled as she walked and threw off dazzling waves.
On the left snow-white breast the bright red rose was even more eye-catching.
The skirt was very short, barely reaching mid-thigh, the hem stretched taut over those ample hips.
A pair of sexy stockinged legs showed beneath, straight as pillars.
As she walked with that graceful stride her private area was faintly visible, a narrow black thong peeking between her labia.
When her left leg came forward, a vibrant butterfly showed through the smooth stockings, inviting men to find out how seductive and wanton this sexy female CEO really was under that aloof shell.
Tap tap tap.
The rhythm of high heels on marble was captivating.
As Mom passed the security guards, the factory workers, and the old sanitation staff, they all stared wide-eyed, mesmerized by that sexy, exposed body, wishing they could tear the clothes off and lay those snow-white breasts and that wanton pussy bare.
The women in her company were all very beautiful.
Like her, they dressed very sexy, in revealing clothes.
Together they made a scene.
Among them were administrative staff and some lingerie models.
Whether their mothers had influenced them or not, they were equally seductive and held the male employees’ eyes.
Today was the weekly meeting.
After Mom gave the department heads their instructions she kept only Sales Director Hu Yunli behind to ask about the distributors.
Hu Yunli was about forty.
Married, with children.
Her husband taught at our school.
Time had not left age on her body.
On the contrary she had grown more voluptuous.
She looked like a dignified, virtuous wife and mother, but the seductive charm in her brows could not be hidden.
It made people suspect she was a slut who played serious on the surface and stayed lewd underneath.
She chuckled, lascivious.
Those half-exposed, high, firm breasts rippled with each laugh.
Her beautiful stockinged legs were crossed and swayed slightly, plump and voluptuous.
“Don’t worry, Mr.
Lan.
I guarantee I’ll take care of Fatty Wang.
He’s practically smitten whenever he sees me.
I’ll get him to place a lot more orders this time.”
Mom nodded and smiled.
“Sister Hu, thank you for your help.
As long as you get it done, you will be rewarded with the second level of the Cloud-and-Rain Harmony Art.”
Hu Yunli smiled, seductive, happy.
“Thank you so much, President Lan.
This Cloud-and-Rain Harmony Art is truly amazing.
It makes this old woman feel younger and younger.
My daughter almost started calling me sister.
But my sex drive is just too strong, and my husband can’t satisfy me anymore.
Alas.
What should I do?”
Mom smiled.
“Sister Hu, don’t you have a lot of male clients?
Since your husband is no good, let those lecherous men satisfy you properly.”
Hu Yunli sighed.
“I’m really afraid my husband will find out.
He’ll definitely divorce me then.”
Then she asked, “Ten employees performed exceptionally well this month.
When will you give them their benefits, Ms.
Lan?” She took a form from the folder and handed it over.
“Shouldn’t Director Chen from HR have handed this over?
How did it end up with you, Sister Hu?” Mom asked, puzzled.
“Hehehe… There were too many people just now, so Ruoxue, that little slut, was too embarrassed to mention it.”
Mom picked up the form, glanced at it, and her face darkened.
“Why is even the janitor, Old Li, on the list this time?”
Hu Yunli paused.
“Ruoxue told me Old Li worked thirty days straight this month without a single day off in order to get Mr.
Lan’s benefits, and he even prevented a fire.
If… if you don’t agree, Mr.
Lan, you can take him off.”
Mom stared at the form, thought, then said, “Let it go.
Old Li may do the dirty work, but he’s still a member of the company.
We can’t favor one over another.
Let Ruoxue stay with him for one night.”
Hu Yunli laughed.
“Hehehe… That old man is really lucky.
But Ruoxue has never liked that lecherous old man.
She’ll probably torment him to death.”
Mom smiled.
“I can’t control her, as long as no one dies.
Sister Hu, you pick a few too.
Then distribute them to Sister Lu and Yu Jie, and leave the rest to me.”
Hu Yunli chuckled.
A captivating charm came off that mature, dignified face.
She said, sweet, “President Lan, you are very capable, so please take on more of the work.
This time I will only choose two people.”
“All right, my dear Sister Hu.”
Mom said it lightly.
Beneath that aloof, beautiful face a captivating charm rose and left Hu Yunli completely mesmerized.
Mom glanced at her.
“Sister Hu, how’s contact with the distributors?
This fashion exhibition is crucial to the company’s future.
I believe the work of world-class designer William Lee will make Lantian Group a hit in the industry.”
Hu Yunli’s smile faded.
She turned serious.
“President Lan, don’t worry.
After they heard about William Lee’s work, they all want to take part in the exhibition.”
Mom nodded, thought, then asked, “Is Mu Tianjie willing to come?”
“Him?
I’m afraid that will take a great deal of effort from you, President Lan.
We are of little influence.
We cannot invite the head of the Mu family.”
“All right.
I’ll send him a letter.
I believe he’ll come.”
As she said it a cold glint flashed in her eyes.
Her voice went chill.
“Old Huang.
He’ll come too, won’t he?”
“President Lan, do you mean Third Master Huang?
If it’s him, he will definitely take part.
After all, he holds shares in our company.”
“I heard he transferred some of his shares.
Instruct finance to take them back.”
“Yes, Mr.
Lan.”
Mom nodded and muttered to herself, “Once we get this ten percent back, Old Huang will only have twenty percent left.
That won’t have any real impact on the company anymore.”