Sanchakou

Chapter 3 I'm here to collect debts...

Recently, when this young lady was with customers, she often heard them complain that it was becoming more and more difficult to make money, and she couldn't help thinking: I can't even sell meat, so what good business can I have?
The fact is that she has been free for two days without any guests.

Just after dinner today, she started calling for business.

She almost called all the star-rated hotels in the city, but she couldn't find a customer.

In the end, only the Black Swan Hotel remained.

She broke her heart and dialed the switchboard of the Black Swan Hotel.

Except that there were no guests in some rooms, she made dozens of phone calls.

Some were female guests, and she hung up the phone without speaking.

Of the rest of the male customers, a few refused coldly, and most of them went around and teased her on the phone. They asked the price with a playful smile, inquired about the specific service content, and finally bargained - the price they offered was completely insulting. Sexual and insincere.

The lady put down the phone and started yelling.

In the end, only room 307 remained.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally dialed the switchboard of the Black Swan Hotel again and asked to be transferred to room 307.

The phone rang twice and was picked up.

"Which one?" A man's voice came from the microphone.

"Sir, do you want to serve?" She asked softly.

"No, thank you." After the other party finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

This is the first polite man she has met on the phone today.

She was disappointed for a while, and then called a few regular customers in the city.They either said they were on a business trip or their wives were at home.She knew that most of them were lying. These guys liked the new and hated the old, so they must have used the money to buy fresh goods.

Finally, she called Room 307 of the Black Swan Hotel.

"Hello, who is it?" It was the same man just now.

"Sir, you are so lonely when you are away from home. I will accompany you, and I will surely make you fascinated..." Unexpectedly, before she finished speaking, the other party said straightforwardly: "Okay, come on. "Her gloomy mood suddenly cleared up, she dressed up hastily, and came.

Instead of taking the elevator, she took the stairs up three floors.

She walked lightly on the scarlet carpet in the corridor, walked directly to the door of room 307, and rang the doorbell.

A man opened the door.

This person is of medium height and looks very handsome. Although he doesn't wear glasses, he looks like a knowledgeable person.

He wore a snow-white shirt, buttoned tightly at the collar.Underneath is a pair of straight brown trousers and a pair of brown leather shoes, even the joints at the joints of the soles are spotless.

In particular, she noticed that his nails were very clean.

Every time she sees a strange guest, she will quickly take a look at the other party's nails.From his nails, she could tell what kind of character he was, whether he was clean, stingy, whether he had a tendency to pervert, and so on.

"Come in," the man said.

The lady stepped in with one step.

Maybe because of the murder case not long ago, she felt a little awkward when she entered the room.

She glanced at the wardrobe hidden in the wall, it was closed and fit perfectly.

Then she saw the man's suit lay flat on another bed.

A man of his finery should hang his suits in the closet without creases or dust.It seemed that he probably also knew that someone had died in the closet in this room, and he didn't want to open it.

But why did he want this room?

Discounted?
The thick floor-to-ceiling curtains are tightly blocked, and only the bedside lamp is on, which is a bit dark.

She doesn't like too bright.

She even hoped that all the places she went in and out would be dark, that neither of them could see the other's face, and they would leave when they were done.

For her, there is no question of embarrassment anymore. She is too tired. As long as the other party can see her face, she has to act charming and even fake orgasm. Ugly and shameless faces.

She sat down at the head of the bed, twisted her upper body into an "S" shape, and looked at the guest hotly.

"What services do you provide?" The man sat on the opposite side of the bed, with his hands on his knees, and asked a little unnaturally.

"I'll give you whatever you want." "What's the price for that?" He faltered.

"Which one?" She brushed the black hair on her forehead, but they slipped down again, blocking one of her eyes.

"That." At this time, something in the room rang, very slightly, like the door of the wardrobe.The young lady shot her eyes cleverly.

The voice disappeared again.

The young lady looked at it for a while, then looked away, and said, "Three hundred." The man lowered his head slightly and said nothing.

The lady slowly lifted up the sleeveless shirt, revealing her two tits that were ready to move, and said coquettishly: "Come, enjoy it." The man suddenly stretched out ten clean fingers, and grabbed the two breasts in his hands.

The young lady quickly took off her sleeveless shirt and turned off the bedside lamp.

After the room was dark, outside light squeezed in through the gaps in the floor-to-ceiling curtains.

The two began to talk physically.

The man stretched out his mouth to kiss her, but she quickly avoided it.

Women in this line of work are usually fine for penetration but not for kissing.

Doing this kind of thing is a kind of excretion for the guests; for the lady, it is a kind of physical labor without any desire.They think each other's saliva is dirty like children.

The two were working on it, and suddenly, the young lady stopped moving and pricked up her ears.

The man asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?" The lady said: "There is movement!" "Where?" The man seemed very nervous.

The lady listened quietly for a while, then suddenly said, "Do you know that someone died in this room?" The man seemed relieved, and said, "I thought it was the police." "Do you know?" "I don't know." "More than two months ago, a girl was strangled to death in this room, and the body was hidden in that closet..." "What does she do?" "Same as me."" Has the murderer been caught?" "No." The man suddenly laughed, making the girl's hair stand on end.

"You..." "Do you know who I am?" the man asked with a suppressed smile.His eyes are two black holes in the darkness.

The lady pushed him away and sat up: "Who are you?" The man put his face close to the lady's face, sniffed her overflowing perfume, and whispered, "Do you want to stand in that closet for a while?" She lost control of her hands and feet at once, and she put on her clothes tremblingly while pretending to be tough and said: "Don't scare me! Want to renege on the debt? Dream! Pay quickly!" At this time, a shivering cold voice came from the closet Voice: "And my money..." Both of them turned their heads sharply towards the wardrobe.

"Ghost!" The young lady screamed, rolled off the bed at once, and shrank into the corner of the wall by the window.

"Who are you?" the man whispered into the closet.

"I'm here to collect the debt..." The voice was blocked by the wardrobe door, making it seem very distant.

As soon as the words were finished, the door of the closet was opened with a creak, and a woman with disheveled hair came out forcefully.

She was wearing a white bath towel, barefoot, through the black hair hanging on her face, her face was as white as paper, and there seemed to be a pool of blood at the corner of her mouth.Those eyes were extremely gloomy, fixed on the man.

She approached him step by step.

The man also rolled off the bed and hid beside the young lady.

The walking corpse raised one thigh straightly, stepped onto the bed, walked up high, reached the side of the bed, stepped down again, and continued to walk towards the man.

The lady ran away.

She ran all the way down the stairs, across the lobby, and stood on the street before stopping, panting, and looking back.The tall security guard standing by the revolving door stared at her blankly.

She looked up, and some rooms in the hotel were lit, while others were dark, and she couldn't find which window was 307.

After calming down and panting, she reached out to stop a taxi, got in, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)