Male Publicists In The Nightclub

"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.