Chapter 177

Zhao Desan offered a sweet-talked compliment: "Director Zhang, I didn't know you sang so well. It's even better than the original."

Under the dim, colorful lights, the intellectual-looking Zhang Ailing appeared incredibly alluring. She smiled, raised her glass, and said, "Come, Comrade Xiao Zhao, keep me company for a drink."

Having had quite a bit to drink, Zhao Desan's courage gradually grew. He leaned back on the sofa, using Zhang Ailing's body as cover, and his hand crept over, resting on her buttocks and beginning to stroke her gently.

Zhang Ailing felt Zhao Desan touching her and was well aware of his intentions.

Beside them, Lin Lin Dafa and Wang Wang Anguo were each holding two young ladies, enjoying themselves. As a woman in her forties, seeing such a steamy scene, she felt a bit restless herself. Thus, she leaned over and whispered to Zhao Desan: "Comrade Xiao Zhao, you go first. Get a room, and once you've got it, let me know. I'll be over in a while."

Zhao Desan nodded with a mischievous grin. So as not to disturb Lin Lin Dafa and Wang Wang Anguo's fun, he stood up, pulled open the private room door, and left.

After exiting the Huangchao Nightclub, Zhao Desan strolled along the street looking for a hotel. After walking over two hundred meters, he found a decent-grade hotel, booked a room with a large bed, and while leaning against the headboard, sent a text to Zhang Ailing with the hotel name and room number.

Doing that with Zhang Ailing wasn't as enjoyable as with the other women, but since the leader liked it, he went along with her feelings.

Anyone who reaches the pinnacle of the officialdom must have stepped on others with the same goal. It has nothing to do with who is right or wrong, who is bad or good; everyone is playing with fire, and it just depends on who can play until the end without getting burned.

Zhao Desan felt he was relatively lucky. At the very least, in the Coal Bureau, no other young man was as smooth-talking as he was, or had a physical appearance that women liked, and he now had the backing of the bureau's number one, Zhang Ailing.

Zhao Desan smoked a cigarette, waiting for Zhang Ailing to arrive.

About half an hour later, a knocking sound rang out.

Without needing to ask, Zhao Desan ran to open the door. Zhang Ailing stood at the entrance, holding onto the doorframe with a flushed face and a dazed expression; it seemed she had drunk a bit more after he left.

"Director Zhang, did you have more to drink?" Zhao Desan hurriedly supported her arm with one hand and wrapped his other around her slender waist to bring her into the room. He kicked the door shut behind him, helped her to the bedside to sit down, and poured her a glass of water.

"Comrade Xiao Zhao, it seems I'll have to bring you along every time I drink from now on. My tolerance really isn't good; I get drunk as soon as I drink... You, I'll try to find a way to see if I can make you my secretary." Zhang Ailing took a sip of water. "It's just that Xiao Li has been with me for two years, and her work has always been excellent. This isn't easy to handle."

Zhao Desan was secretly delighted at first, but then he thought of Li Li Shanshan, who was actually quite decent. Since they had been together, she wasn't as arrogant as she had been at the start, and he didn't want to steal her position, so he said: "Director Zhang, it's fine. I'm not in a hurry. I'll keep working in logistics for now. When there's a suitable position in a while, you can help me transfer then."

Zhang Ailing gave an alluring, faint smile and said: "Alright, when there's a better spot, I'll help you transfer." She put down her glass, and one hand rested on Zhao Desan's thigh, slowly wandering toward the root of his leg.

Zhao Desan took the opportunity to pin her down on the bed, his hands kneading her ample bosom.

"Pants." Zhang Ailing's tone was very gentle, yet carried a hint of a command.

Zhao Desan was like her slave, a wicked grin on his face. It seemed most women liked men like this; that wicked expression was very aggressive, and her mature heart was stirred unintentionally.

Zhao Desan obediently took off his pants. Zhang Ailing's face was flushed, her eyes filled with desire, and a charming smile played on her lips as she commanded: "Underwear."

Zhao Desan didn't know what she was up to, but he just followed orders. He took off his underwear and stood by the bed. He saw Zhang Ailing prop herself up on her arms, bend down, and take a mouthful...

Zhao Desan felt as if he were dreaming. The usually intellectual and wise Director Zhang was actually kneeling before him...

"How was it?" Director Zhang asked him after catching her breath.

"Too amazing." A woman in her forties who could be his mother was serving him; how could such a thrill, which bordered on breaking ethical boundaries, be described?

He didn't just stand there like a wooden chicken; he thrust his hips, making "pop, pop..." sounds.

After a long while, Director Zhang lifted her head, smacking her lips and puffing out her cheeks, saying: "Too hard." As she spoke, she stretched out her legs to take off her pants, leaving only a pair of black lace panties. She lay flat on the bed and ordered: "Comrade Xiao Zhao, help me take them off, and kiss me too."

Zhao Desan climbed up, pulling the small panties slowly down those long, fair, and tender legs. The Director impatiently spread her legs, curled them up, lifted them high, and ordered him: "Come on, kiss."

Zhao Desan loved kissing that little cute spot on a woman the most. With a wicked grin, he slid his body down, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he pressed it onto those petals.

"Uh... Comrade Xiao Zhao... stick it in..." The appetite of this woman in her forties, the Director, was not ordinary; kissing outside wasn't enough to satisfy her.