Chapter 20: Shame and Shame (2)

Boss Deng raised his eyes, and then seriously, up and down, left and right, looking at me carefully. Halfway, Boss Deng asked again:

"Excuse me, are you still a virgin?"

My face turned red all of a sudden. I bit my lip and wanted to say "yes", but I was too young to know how to lie, and after a while, I honestly whispered:

"It's not. ”

Boss Deng asked, "Do you know what 'female body sheng' is?"

The flush on my face never faded, and I muttered, "Yes." Before I came to apply, I looked it up online. ”

Boss Deng nodded:

"In Japan, it is a noble profession to dedicate oneself to the arts. The famous thinker of the Warring States period said: Food, color, sex. The female body sheng is a combination of 'food' and 'color'. Someone once said that the female body is a collection of food, beauty, and beautiful scenery in one, which is a kind of artistic enjoyment, just like being a model for a painter, and it is the art of pursuing elegance. ”

I don't speak.

I just looked down at my toes.

Boss Deng said: "Mi Xiaoke, although you are not a virgin, it doesn't matter, this is not Japan, and the requirements don't have to be so strict." Your external conditions are good, if you really want to get this job, then your body has to be taken a look at by me, qualified, and our store will hire you. ”

What Boss Deng meant, I don't don't understand.

All of a sudden, I was at a loss.

Boss Deng couldn't help but smile when he saw my face flushed: "Mi Xiaoke, you don't dare to take off your clothes in front of me alone, so you sue me, what else do you do 'female body sheng'?"

What Boss Deng said, why not?

It's not that I don't know that the so-called "female body sheng" is to use her own body to serve food to guests without clothes. The guests, both men and women, old and young.

I hesitated a little more. I thought about it, thought about it and thought about it, gritted my teeth, put my heart down, and used the tragic mood of "the wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return", in front of Boss Deng, trembling, and took off the clothes on my body one by one.

Finally, with trembling hands, I looked at death as if I were at home, and even my underwear and underwear came down, as if I were peeling something, and I stripped myself naked, and my white body was like a pearl popping out of an oyster.

Nineteen-year-old me is a beautiful embryo. The skin is white and delicate, the facial features are exquisite, a pair of big flickering eyes, eyelashes like two fans, a high nose, a small mouth, a small pointed chin, and the hair is straight and long, black and bright, just like a shampoo advertisement on TV.

I am 170 cm tall.

Slender neck, slender and soft limbs, chest is very plump, hemispherical, slightly naturally tilted outward, ruddy and pink "little cherry" slightly protruding, full. My skin is as white as snow, delicate, smooth, and exudes a faint feminine fragrance.

This is the first time that I have taken off a 'no' hang in front of a man other than Jiang Ziyu.

I'm not without shame.

I feel that at this moment, my self-esteem is full of holes and flesh and blood. However, in order to lie in the hospital and become a vegetative Jiang Ziyu, in order to maintain his life, in order to be able to wake him up, I have to earn a lot of money, even if it is humiliating and unbearable, I have to endure it.

(To be continued)