极品身材网红脸98年小妹（第二炮）

Title: “Extreme Measures”

The bustling streets of Shanghai were abuzz with the usual late evening activity when Little Mei, a 98’er with an otherworldly beauty, darted nimbly through the crowd. Her tight red dress clung to her curvy hips and full, pert breasts. She was on a mission, and being distracted was not an option.

Little Mei is a rising social media star, known for her banging body, cute face, and sassy personality. Her millions of online admirers wouldn’t recognize her without her signature fishnet stockings and red lipstick. But tonight she was wearing an “incognito” disguise – just a adorable pink bow in her long black hair.

Rounding a corner, Little Mei spotted her destination. The neon sign for the Love Bomb Lounge blinked vibrantly against the gray building facade. She had been summoned by the mysterious Madame Ming and was determined to get answers about her strange new powers.

Steeling herself, Little Mei pushed open the door. A waft of cool air hit her face as her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. The lounge was quiet, save for the steady pulse of house music. Hostesses in skimpy lingerie lounged on low couches, drinking wine and ignoring her.

“Little Mei? Over here, my dear!” a smokey voice called out. Madame Ming rose from a shadowy booth, her sequined cheongsam shimmering. “Come join me, my sweet.”

Little Mei approached cautiously, hyper aware of Madame Ming’s piercing gaze roving over her body, lingering on her ample bosom. She slid into the booth.

“Thank you for coming,” Ming said, motioning for her to sit. “I’m sure you have questions.”

Understatement of the year, thought Little Mei. “Why am I suddenly so…powerful?”

“Ah, yes, your new abilities.” Ming sipped her wine, savoring the moment. “You see, I work for an…exclusive agency. We seek out young women like yourself – bright, beautiful, and utterly desirable.”

Little Mei straightened, a small smile playing at her glossed lips. She had known she was special.

Ming continued, “We train them, sculpt them into living fantasies. Then we match them as ‘dates’ with wealthy VIP clients who have…unusual appetites.”

Little Mei recoiled. “You mean I’m being pimped out?” She started to get up.

“No, no, you misunderstand!” Ming placed a perfectly manicured hand on her arm. “Think of it as a…high-class escort service. High stakes, but high payoffs.” Ming named an astronomical figure. “Enough to set you up for life, love.”

Little Mei paused. The money was tempting. And as much as she hated to admit it, so was the recognition, the worship of these powerful men. A thrill ran through her at the thought.

“This client you’ve matched me with…” Mei looked at Ming through thick lashes. “He’s not a normal date, is he? He’s expecting the full ‘experience’ of Miss 98′.”

Ming smiled. “Oh, he’s expecting everything, honey… and more.” She snapped her fingers and a hostess slid a nondescript envelope onto the table. “Stage two protocol and additional briefing are in there. Report to the address tomorrow at 2pm sharp. Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you.” Her eyes flashed.

Little Mei picked up the envelope with slightly trembling fingers. This was really happening. She was that rare exotic flower Madame Ming spoke of. Men would worship her, crave her, fall over themselves for a taste of her sweet essence.

Rising, Little Mei tossed back the rest of Ming’s wine and gathered her things, heart and mind racing.

The next day she arrived at the address, a nondescript warehouse. Madame Ming greeted her personally and led her to a private room to change. Mei removed her clothes, carefully folding them. Madame Ming stared appreciatively at Mei’s lithe, naked body. “Perfect.”

Mei took in her costume. It was provocative, no shock there. But she was unsure how the straps held it all together. The second part was a blindfold. Right, blindfold.

Madame Ming led Mei to the main room, clientes waiting patientsly. The humid air reveled a strange score, emotions were high tonight. Many customers desired only one woman, today was the opposite, today everyone wanted her and only her. As they walked into the room, Mrs. Ming leaned in close, “Maybe somethings are better left unknown love. Enjoy the night incredibly.”

As she entered the ritualistic room, the men parted like the red sea. Their eyes traced the swells and dips of her hyperdefined curves, devouring her like a feast. She felt herself glowing, pulsing, even the elaborate bound of the blindfold did not dampen her light.

She could sense their lust from them, could almost taste it. So thick it hung in the air. Little Mei took her place on the padded altar, spreading her legs slightly in invitation. She felt the men’s eyes on the slick glisten of her sex.

“Drink from me, my brothers, my lovers, my worshippers,” Little Mei recited the ancient rite, her voice a husky purr. “Let my essence bless this sacred union.”

The blindfold was removed. Visions washed over her, or was it flashbacks, memories, flashbacks of past lives or future ones, she could know not, all she knew was this moment, this lower body of want. She saw the faces of her lovers, her worshippers, so many in this life and others. Fire quickly ran through her body, as she mounted the altar searching for their faces, seeking their touch. As they descended upon her, touching her, tasting her, they could feel the moment split into millions of infinite others. Eons passed for them, or was it only seconds? It was impossible to tell, for time did not exist here. Only the feeling of eternal bliss.

They erupted in lust around her. Their desires, their byproduct, tingled her skin, filled her lungs, pumped through her muscles. It only made her feel more alive, invincible. Lost in pure pleasure, the threesome carried on far longer than the human body should endure. They moved her every which way, to and from and through, their pleasure hers, hers in turn their pleasure, only intense erotic euphoria. Possibly disturbing, probably necrozoophilic…but if the universe was so engrossed in the moment who was she or then to protest?

She came and came and came again, until she was positively broken, yet the men only got harder. Their strength, their stamina, supernaturally inhuman and hypnotically unrelenting. She could only gasp and moan and sob in twisted rapture, drowning in a tsunami of carnal bliss. She saw her life’s purpose, to feed this hunger endlessly until she ceased to exist, her existence a fleeting dream in comparison to this. An existence defined only as a pleasure slave for an unending athletic eternity of debauched supernatural lust put Little Mei on the straight path she was meant for.

Putting the video as context, Little Mei is conversing with Madame Ming, the agent, and is specifying that she was in agreement with her going to be a scion, an elite call girl, but was unsure of her client. Madame Ming gives her a costume and a blindfold. Little Mei changes into a provocative costume, unbound, and then meets up with her clients. All she is able to see is a crowd and their worship of her. The men have their way with her, in an incestuous host of love, sweat, and penises. The blindfold comes off and she enters a vision of all of her lovers, in all of her past lives. She plummets into a bottomless void of blissful lust, leveraging time into a four-dimensional hug of erotic pleasure. In the end, Little Mei realized that the Game was for little girls. The existence reserved for the little girl that was Agent’s Miss 98’. Little Mei entered. She had become real. All the evil in the world asked, with hopeful anticipation. Anything she could do to serve.