Yu Qing looked at the man before her with some trepidation. She didn't know why she was being given away as a gift, but her boss told her that if she served this young man well, she would have no shortage of performance opportunities in the future. Having a financial sponsor and not having one were two completely different things.
"Hello, Young Master Bing. My name is Yu Qing, and I'm 25 years old." Before Yu Qing could finish, she was interrupted.
Tang Bing waved his hand and said rudely, "I understand. I have a question for you now. It's very serious and requires a clear answer. Are you a virgin?"
Yu Qing nodded, somewhat surprised. "Yes, I am."
Tang Bing's expression brightened, and he pressed on, "Have you ever had your anus penetrated? Have you ever given a man oral sex?"
These two questions were a bit personal and a bit embarrassing. What kind of questions were they?
Yu Qing even felt like the other party was deliberately humiliating her. Even if she was aiming for a higher position, she still had some dignity. "No, I've never done anything like that."
"Very well, you'll stay somewhere for a few days. I'll find a woman to train you. You need to learn. Serve a wealthy young master well. If he's satisfied, you'll have endless acting opportunities in the future. You get the idea, right? Look at those famous stars; which one of them doesn't have a financial backer? I'm giving you this opportunity. How much you can grasp it is up to you. I'm just giving you a chance." Tang Bing's expression turned serious, not joking at all.
Even Tang Bing himself was a little surprised. This was his first time pimping, but why was he so proficient? Considering he was a well-known figure in the industry, to have fallen to pimping—what a twist of fate!
"I understand. I'll work hard." Yu Qing's heart tightened. Was it finally coming? She'd been waiting for this day for a long time. Women in the entertainment industry had to be prepared for the unspoken rules; if they didn't accept it, they couldn't rise to the top. And it wasn't just one person who fucked her. Sometimes, for a minor supporting role, she might be fucked by more than a dozen men on the crew. The thought was disgusting.
But now, an opportunity presented itself: to be fucked by just one man, to be with just one man. This was a perfect opportunity. And if the sponsor was good and powerful enough, she could even climb the ladder and become his legal wife. Wasn't that the same for all the actresses before her? She was simply following the path laid out by her predecessors.
Zhao An, on the other hand, hadn't yet known that Tang Bing had a surprise for him. Unless it was something unfavorable to him, the system wouldn't alert him. If it wasn't a covert attack, why would it?
At this moment, Zhao An was looking at the financial statements of his newly acquired company. Marvel Comics sales were steadily declining, and the company was running out of money. If he didn't find a way to monetize the resources, it might eventually bring him down.
He also acquired another gaming company, Blizzard, the creators of World of Warcraft. They're currently focused on preparing for the most ambitious expansion pack in gaming history, Wrath of the Lich King. They've invested heavily in numerous promotional animations for this expansion. Every frame of these animations is a massive expense, with dozens of frames per second and each costing thousands or even tens of thousands of dollars. You can imagine how much a promotional animation costs.
Making money is profitable, but since Zhao An no longer lets them manage the revenue, he's in charge of all of this.
There are three things to accomplish during this trip to the United States. The first is to address Marvel Comics' losses. The second is to determine Blizzard's future direction and refine some company matters.
The third is to have some fun, find some actors to collaborate with, and complete the task of activating the AI. This is the most important thing; the first two are less important.
Looking at the report on his computer, Zhao An was still clearing his thoughts as he stroked the head of the female anchor beneath him. "Zhang Qige, go deeper! Deep throat you, little slut! Lick it a little wet, it'll make fucking you smoother later!"
The one giving him a blowjob was the already famous Zhang Qige. While some had hundreds of thousands, or even millions, of fans, Zhang Qige remained unfazed. Compared to Zhao An's hundreds of millions, she was a drop in the bucket. At this moment, some female anchors with hundreds of thousands of followers were obediently giving Zhao An a deep throat blowjob. With each successive cock-feeding session, she became increasingly adept, managing to do it without feeling nauseous.
Below, the female anchor was sucking his cock, while Zhao An hummed a tune as he read the report on his computer. He quickly planned his next itinerary. He wrote down the itinerary and recorded it in a memo. Then, the long-awaited office excitement began!
He roughly pulled Zhang Qige out and pressed her directly onto the desk. He pulled her tight dress up to her waist, then thrust hard, his cock, smeared with the anchorwoman's saliva, pushing through the already moist vaginal flesh and plunging all the way into her.
"Ah!" Zhang Qige exhaled with relief, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, her eyes tightly closed, and she made the expression unique to women being penetrated, adjusting to the fullness and swelling inside her.
"Ah... Boss... You're so strong... You're thrusting so deep... So powerful... Oh... Ah... Much better than those... men in porn movies... Oh... So good... Husband... Ah... Fuck me... Oh... Boss... Come on, fuck me... Oh..."
Facing the coquettish anchorwoman, Zhao An naturally grabbed her snow-white buttocks, the white flesh overflowing from his fingers as he thrust hard. With each thrust, the powerful pounding of his cock sent ripples of flesh rising from the bottom! Two large breasts, dotted with discolored nipples, her charming, melodious moans were choked in her throat by the larger mouth's invasion, turning into low, muffled groans.
Two long, white legs wrapped around Zhao An's waist, their feet clad in simple high heels, swaying up and down with the intense impact of their bodies.
"Fuck you, you slut!" Zhao An showed no mercy. Zhang Qige had been thoroughly developed, and not giving her a good fuck would be a betrayal of all his previous hard work. He had done so much just for this moment, to vent his lust on her plump, voluptuous body!