Being a gigolo for rich women is not an easy job.
I knew this when I first started.
These wealthy women often have unusual tastes.
They vent their sexual frustrations and work-related stress on us gigolos.
But I never thought that being a gigolo could be life-threatening.
Seeing my friend Li Bo's body in the morgue at the hospital, my emotions were complicated.
He was covered in bruises, and his body had whip marks and burns.
The doctor said he had overindulged in sex and drugs, and had died from exhaustion caused by forced sex.
This was the first time I had heard of such a thing.
Can you really be drained to death by a woman?
That's really overestimating your own physical abilities.
Li Bo was a southerner and had no family or friends here.
Since he had no relatives, it fell to me, his friend, to sign for his body.
In our line of work, it's inevitable that we'll be mistreated by these rich women.
We earn our living through this job.
But I'm different from the others.
I take the emotional route.
Instead of catering to their desire for domination and sexual dissatisfaction, I try to fulfill their emotional needs.
I used to advise Li Bo when we were both working as hosts in KTVs.
But he clearly didn't learn my approach.
Both of us were lucky enough to be taken on by a madam.
But he wasn't as fortunate as me.
The madam who took me on, Su Yinghong, is very influential in the Northeast and has many businesses.
Now she has me managing a KTV, which is a respectable job with a comfortable lifestyle.
But Li Bo ended up in a bad way. He would call me every so often to complain, and now he's gone for good.
After finishing up Li Bo's affairs, I rushed back to the KTV because one of my assistants called to say that there was a difficult customer that I needed to deal with.
When I returned to the staff break room at the KTV, the other hosts were lounging around on the sofas, looking disheveled and like they had been beaten up.
When they saw me, they all looked at me with a mixture of hope and desperation.
"Brother Wei, we need your help with this one."
I asked, "Xiao Hu, what happened?"
Xiao Hu was lying on the sofa, covering his butt with his hands.
"That woman is a freak! She wants to insert a beer bottle into me and pour alcohol into it."
"Even though she's generous, my body can't handle it."
"We really need your help, Brother Wei. After all, you used to be..."
Xiao Hu trailed off when he saw the look on my face.
I used to be known as the "Gigolo King of the Northeast."
It was a joke among people in the industry because I had tamed a few difficult customers, including Su Yinghong.
As her man now, I couldn't talk about my past exploits.
Working for Su Yinghong was my choice.
But she was very possessive and kept a close eye on me.
There were many beautiful hostesses at the KTV, but if any of them got too close to me, I would definitely get an earful from Su Yinghong that night.