Zhao An nodded repeatedly as he sipped his coffee, his fingers tapping rhythmically, his eyes occasionally scanning the other woman's beautiful legs. If there was one flaw about Wu Xiao Miao, it might be her small breasts. But that was understandable; some women's breasts aren't particularly large; they only grow larger through men's play and development.
It seemed his future task would be quite heavy. Playing with someone's breasts properly—playing with them from childhood to adulthood—was truly rewarding!
Dancing to the music, Wu Xiao Miao danced with increasing passion. Her hair flowed, her slender waist twitched, exuding an amazing elastic charm. Her flexibility was remarkable, and she even spread her legs slightly to perform an exaggerated split, her legs forming a straight line across her body. The alluring pose held Zhao An's gaze fixed on her.
Xiao Qi, standing nearby, was a bit sulky. She couldn't do a split, but she still had something to offer. At least that innate flirtation wasn't something other women possessed. The two of them became best friends because they both loved dancing and were pretty, so they could chat.
Zhao An's eyes flickered to Xiao Qi, who was sulking beside him, a hint of amusement in his eyes. A jealous woman? Interesting.
The three-minute song ended, and Wu Xiao Miao was sweating profusely, her pretty face flushed, looking incredibly adorable. "Is my dancing okay? Idol!"
"Just call me Boss next time. You picked a good one. You're Xiao Qi's best friend, right?" Zhao An smiled as he walked over and circled around Wu Xiao Miao, seemingly openly sizing her up.
Wu Xiao Miao felt a little shy at being looked at, but she puffed out her breasts proudly. They weren't big, probably barely a B cup, but because of their small size and slender figure, she had a girl-next-door charm, a touch of innocence rather than a seductive, wanton quality!
"Yes, Xiaoqi is a good friend of mine. Boss, Xiaoqi's a great dancer too. Can I do a livestream with her?"
This made Xiaoqi glance sideways slightly, humming inwardly, "Finally, you little bitch have a conscience and thought of me."
Zhao An glanced at Xiaoqi but said nothing. The gaze made her blood boil, and she felt incredibly nervous. Whether or not she'd pass was a matter of seconds.
"I haven't seen your dancing yet. You can try later." Then he turned to Wu Xiaomiao. "Your stage name will be Wu Xiaomiao. Besides being a livestreamer, you'll also need to record dance videos. Nothing too revealing, though. You can wear revealing clothes if you want, but only in the office."
Wu Xiaomiao felt a little shy at the look. "Okay, I get it, Boss."
The implication seemed to be that he was trying to manipulate her. Wu Xiaomiao knew what unspoken rules meant. Even if she hadn't eaten pork, she'd have seen pigs run. These unspoken rules were a means to power. If she were facing a middle-aged man with a potbelly, she wouldn't say anything. But with such a promising young man, if they could establish a connection, maybe a fling could develop, or even a marriage!
This was just wishful thinking on their part. Didn't the woman who met Zhao An think the same? Sadly, none of them succeeded; they were all treated as playthings, or at best, mistresses.
Zhao An ruffled Wu Xiao Miao's hair a few times, then quickly returned to his seat and tapped away at the keyboard. A cute cat image with its arms folded across its chest appeared. "This will be your future label, a little cat. I'll set up a separate livestream room for you. You can dance, play games, brag, whatever you want. It doesn't matter. Okay, do you have any questions?"
Seeing her best friend already recognized and now negotiating terms made Xiao Qi a little jealous. Her original intention was to contact Zhao An and deepen their relationship. She'd never imagined that he'd fallen for her best friend and was now planning to recruit her as a livestreamer, offering her such generous benefits that she was practically jealous. She could even live in a high-end apartment, get a car if she performed well, and even receive professional training for her driver's license.
All of this should have been hers; she was the mistress enjoying this treatment! Xiaoqi was envious. She had to do something, otherwise she'd be nothing more than a tool, a tool to help connect the two of them!
Zhao An chatted with Wu Xiaomiao for a while, then patted her shoulder. "Wait a moment. I've had my secretary start preparing a contract for you. Take your time to review it. Remember, once you sign a contract, you have to follow it. Enjoying high pay also requires dedication."
"Yes, I'll work hard, boss!" Wu Xiaomiao said excitedly. If she could actually sign the contract, it would be such a prestigious event. She could brag at the school dance that she landed a job through dancing! And if she told her family, her parents would surely be happy and proud of her, considering how difficult it is to find a job these days.
After Zhao An finished dealing with Wu Xiao Miao, he looked at Xiao Qi, a smile playing on his lips. He then said, "I heard you like dancing, too?"
"Yeah, I dance pretty well, too," Xiao Qi said excitedly, perking up.
"Knock, knock, knock!" There was a knock on the door, and Zhao Fei walked in with a folder. "You're Xiao Miao, right? Come with me. Let's discuss the contract."
As Wu Xiao Miao left, Zhao An put on a song and made an inviting gesture.
Xiao Qi took off her coat, revealing her large breasts. She began dancing to the music, her tits bouncing up and down, a truly eye-catching sight that made Zhao An aroused.
He walked over and embraced the still-dancing Xiaoqi, his large hands caressing her slender waist. "You have a great figure, senior sister. Even better than Xiaomao's."
Xiaoqi slipped into Zhao An's arms. "Ah, junior brother, that's not good. You just like taking advantage of me!" Her delicate expression was like that of a slut.
"Mmm!" Before Xiaoqi could react, her lips were kissed. A large tongue pried open her teeth and slid into her small mouth, spitting saliva at her for her to swallow, defiling her completely.