Ground Stretch

Ground stretches...

No...

Don't...

Mom slumped to the floor, shaking her head frantically, her mouth forming silent protests.

She had no strength left—neither physically nor mentally. She felt like a piece of sugarcane squeezed dry, leaving only shriveled pulp behind.

"Get up, my dear sister."

Shen Yanxi's smile remained unchanged as she reached out to tug her arm. "Just one last set of poses. Once we finish this outfit, we're done."

"No... I won't do it anymore..."

Mom's voice was hoarse, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face, mingling with the sweat on her skin. "Yanxi, please... spare me... I really... can't go on..."

"Can't go on?"

Shen Yanxi's brows furrowed slightly, but quickly smoothed out as she leaned close to her mother's ear, coaxing gently, "How could you not go on? Have you forgotten why you came here? Have you paid the tuition and living expenses for the children at home? Is next month's mortgage ready? Lingling, be good, listen. Just this once. Bear with it, and it'll be over soon."

"Exactly! Miss Zhu, we're all waiting!"

Mr. Wang's impatient voice came from nearby. He was excitedly discussing something with the other two men, occasionally glancing over at Mom, his eyes practically undressing her layer by layer!

"These floor poses are what truly test a woman's flexibility! I love watching women being... er, stretched out on the ground!"

As Mr. Wang finished speaking, Xiao Ma had already reset the camera. He seemed unusually excited today, the tent in his work pants standing tall and proud the entire time.

Under Shen Yanxi’s tugging and the three men’s predatory stares, Mom was guided back to the backdrop.

“Alright, first pose: seated leg stretch.”

Xiao Ma’s voice rang out. “Sit on the floor with legs together and straight. Lean forward and reach your hands toward your toes.”

Mom complied, slowly lowering herself.

The instant her silk-clad buttocks touched the cold floor, the hem of her white tennis skirt lost its covering function. It slid upward to her waist, once again exposing her buttocks, tightly wrapped in sheer stockings, to everyone present.

Mom closed her eyes in humiliation, following the instructions to keep her legs together and straight before slowly bending forward.

"Oh, no, no! Your flexibility is terrible!"

Mr. Wang shook his head, walking over with a look of dissatisfaction. "Miss Zhu, your body is all stiff! Come on, don't be afraid, I'll help you stretch!"

With that, he squatted directly behind Mom, his thick, heavy hands pressing firmly onto her smooth, firm back!

"Ah..."

Mom gasped in a trembling voice.

"Don't move! Relax!"

Mr. Wang pushed down forcefully, heedless of her reaction.

His palms seemed to be assisting her stretch, yet they carried a suggestive intent, gliding along the smooth curves of her back, tracing the firm contours of her muscles.

"That's it... just like that... A little lower..."

Under Mr. Wang's "assistance,"

Mom's body was forcibly pushed to its limit.

"Good! Next! Spread your legs, V-shape!"

Xiao Ma's voice rang out again.

Biting back her humiliation, Mom slowly spread her legs wide apart, forming a provocative V.

This pose was a hundred times more shameful than the last.

The view beneath her skirt was completely exposed—her entire inner thighs and the crotch of her pantyhose, worn without underwear beneath her skirt, were directly aimed at Xiao Ma's camera! "Holy shit! This pose is intense!"

Zhao, standing nearby, watched with gleaming eyes. "If I fucked her from the front like this, I could see my cock sliding in and out of her..."

Mr. Wang ignored his filthy remarks, his lecherous hands already pressing against the inner thighs of Mom! "Harder! Push down!"

he commanded.

His palms pressed tightly against the most tender skin at the base of Mom's thighs, frantically rubbing through the thin layer of stockings.

"No... don't..."

Mom moaned. This position made her feel like a prostitute spread-eagled, waiting to be violated.

But Mr. Wang seemed deaf to her protests. His hand on her thigh began to slide upward, inch by inch...

"Rustle... rustle..."

The old man's rough palm slowly stroked her smooth, silky leg...

Closer...

Closer...

Almost touching that most forbidden core area!

"Mr. Wang, take it easy. Don't strain our champion's ligaments."

Shen Yanxi reminded him with a smile, though she was silently condoning everything.

"Next! The splits!"

Xiao Ma's voice sounded like a death knell.

"I... I can't do it..."

Mom shook her head in despair.

Mr. Wang immediately interjected, "I'll help you!"

Ignoring Mom's resistance, he grabbed her ankles and yanked them violently apart! "Aaah—!"

A tearing agony made Mom scream piercingly, tears instantly streaming down her face.

"Stop... please... they'll snap..."

Mr. Wang seemed oblivious, his face twisted in sadistic pleasure. His hands gripped her ankles, tearing them apart with brutal force. His body pressed down on hers, and soon, his sinful hands slid up to the inner thighs, rubbing them roughly and repeatedly.

"Ah... Mmm... No..."

Just as Mom felt her leg might truly be torn apart, Mr. Wang finally released his grip.

She collapsed onto the floor like a heap of mud, her entire body drenched in cold sweat.

The filming continued.

Side stretches, backbends, backbends with leg lifts...

One challenging, revealing pose after another was completed under Mr. Wang's hands-on, unrestrained groping.

After several sets of poses, Mom’s body had become Mr. Wang’s complete plaything. He could grab her legs and pull her into any shape he desired; he could freely caress her waist, savoring its astonishing softness; he could even press his face against her fully exposed private area during a backbend, inhale deeply, and take a top-tier lungful.

"Final move!"

Xiao Ma, struggling to contain his frustration at only being able to watch and not touch, pointed at the floor. "Floor stretch! Like yoga's downward dog—hands on the ground, butt up!"

Mom had no strength left to resist.

She propped her aching body up, kneeling on the floor. Following the command, she placed her hands on the ground and thrust her butt high into the air.

This position presented her full, round buttocks—tightly encased in flesh-colored stockings—at an intensely provocative angle, perched high before the three men.

Gravity had completely flipped her tennis skirt upward, piling it around her waist, offering no concealment whatsoever.

Viewed from behind, the two buttocks, tightly stretched by the stockings, the deep cleft between them, and the delicate pink opening were fully exposed. This was no longer an advertising shoot—it was blatant sexual innuendo!

The three men could hold back no longer.

They moved in unison behind Mom, forming a triangle that completely blocked her last escape route.

Mr. Wang, positioned in the center, gazed at the lewd spectacle before him, his Adam's apple bobbing as wild desire burned in his eyes.

He reached out, his thick palm slowly settling on Mom's high, pert buttocks.

"Your posture isn't quite right."

He critiqued in a professional tone, though his actions were pure molestation.

His palm kneaded and slapped her rounded buttocks with abandon, then his fingers slid slowly down the deep cleft...

Finally, through the sheer fabric, he found her slit with unerring precision, even rubbing and probing it with his fingertips!

"Mmm..."

Mom gasped, tears of humiliation falling to the floor, splashing into tiny droplets.

After what felt like an eternity, the stretching shoot finally concluded.

"Alright! That's a wrap!"

At Xiao Ma's announcement, Mom collapsed instantly, tears mingling with sweat streaming down her face.

"Excellent! Excellent! Today's shoot was superb!"

Mr. Wang clapped his hands in satisfaction, his face flushed with excitement. "Miss Zhu, thank you for your hard work. This set is complete. Now, there are still two sets left for Mr. Li and Mr. Zhao. Next, I'll just sit back and enjoy the show!"

Two sets? Two more sets? Mom's mind exploded. She jerked her head up, her eyes blazing with fury and despair! "I'm not doing this anymore!"

Her voice now carried a resolute determination, as if ready to burn everything to the ground.

"I said I won't shoot anymore! Absolutely not!"

Struggling to her feet, she ignored her disheveled appearance and glared fiercely at the group of greasy old men.

The atmosphere froze instantly.

Shen Yanxi's smile froze on her face. She hurried over to her mother. "Lingling, have you lost your mind?! Do you even know what you're saying?"

Shen Yanxi grabbed her mother's wrist and dragged her toward the dressing room.

"I said I'm not shooting anymore!"

Her mother stood firm.

Seeing her mother's reaction, Mr. Wang's expression darkened. He huddled with the other two executives, beginning to whisper...

"Let go of me!"

Her mother tried to shake off Shen Yanxi's grip, but the other woman's strength was astonishing.

With a loud slam, Shen Yanxi locked the dressing room door from the inside.

With the prying eyes outside blocked, Shen Yanxi could no longer maintain her fake smile. She shoved Mom hard against the wall, gritting her teeth as she spat, "Zhu Ling! Are you fucking ungrateful? What do you think this place is? A damn market? You just waltz in and out whenever you please? Do you even know who those three people outside are? They could ruin you in this city with a single finger snap!"

Her mother's back slammed hard against the cold wall, the pain jolting her back to her senses.

Staring at this snarling figure before her—a "best friend" unrecognizable from her memories—a chill crept through her heart.

Mom's voice was firm. "I don't care who they are. I said it—I won't do the shoot."

"Won't do it?"

Shen Yanxi laughed bitterly. "Easy for you to say! You took the deposit, half the photos are already done, and now you say you won't do it? How am I supposed to explain this to them? How am I supposed to keep working in this industry after this?"

"That's your problem!"

Mom retorted without backing down. "You only told me to come for photos. You didn't tell me they'd be used to treat me like a prostitute!"

"Heh... Play with?"

Shen Yanxi sneered again. "My dear sister, are you taking yourself too seriously? If it weren't for your great figure and pretty face, at your age, anyone willing to pay to play with you is your lucky break! Those young models in their teens and twenties have to line up just to get played with by Mr. Wang and his crew! I found you such a great opportunity, and you're still not satisfied?"

She leaned in close to Mom, jabbing her finger forcefully at Mom's chest, her tone dripping with contempt and disdain: Zhu Ling, don't forget what you really are! I checked yesterday—you're a fired loser who can't even cover your household expenses! Without me, you're nothing! Now you have a chance to trade your body for a life of luxury and privilege, and you're playing the chaste martyr with me?"

Shen Yanxi abandoned all pretense of decorum, her words growing increasingly blunt.

This time, however, her mother didn't crumble as she had before.

The utter humiliation instead ignited the pride and indomitable spirit of a champion deep within her bones.

She suddenly raised her hand and shoved Shen Yanxi away.

Then, right in front of Shen Yanxi, she began stripping off her clothes piece by piece.

First, she ripped off the headband, then yanked the sweat-soaked, tight-fitting tank top from her body, revealing two snow-white breasts heaving violently with rage.

Next came the ultra-short tennis skirt. Without a glance, she tossed it to the floor alongside the tank top.

Then her sneakers, wrist guards...

Finally, the flesh-colored pantyhose that had clung to her legs, bearing witness to all her humiliation.

She sat down on the stool and without hesitation, slowly peeled the pantyhose off her legs. She crumpled them into a ball and tossed them into the corner like trash.

Throughout the entire process, Mom remained silent, but every movement was filled with utter resolve.

When she changed back into the clothes she’d worn arriving, she felt as though she’d been reborn—at least, her naked soul was wrapped in clothing once more.

Shen Yanxi watched this series of actions, utterly stunned. She never imagined her usually stoic mother would erupt with such fierce resistance.

Just as the two were about to completely tear each other apart, Shen Yanxi suddenly sighed, her tone softening.

"Forget it, Lingling. I know you've been wronged today. Since you truly don't want to do this, I won't force you. I'll go tell Mr. Wang and the others that you're not feeling well and cancel today's shoot."

She took her mother's hand and opened the dressing room door.

Her mother remained wary, unsure what trick she was playing this time.

The two emerged one after the other. In the living room, Mr. Wang and the other two had stopped talking and turned to look at them in unison.

Shen Yanxi forced an apologetic smile, about to speak— "Since Miss Zhu isn't feeling well, I suppose we should call it a day on the shoot."

Mr. Wang spoke first, however. His face showed no trace of anger, only a reasonable smile.

"A gem like Miss Zhu is meant to be cherished, not pressured. Pushing too hard ruins the fun. We'll have plenty of chances to work together in the future."

The other two executives nodded in agreement, the atmosphere suddenly harmonious. It was as if the earlier sleazy harassment and humiliation had been nothing but a figment of Mom's imagination.

This left not only Mom stunned, but even Shen Yanxi surprised.

But she was no fool. Quickly regaining her composure, she smiled and chimed in, "Mr. Wang, you're so considerate. Lingling is new to this and a bit shy. We're sorry for the trouble."

Mom didn't want to linger another second. She said coldly to Shen Yanxi, "I'm leaving."

With that, she turned to leave.

"Ah, Miss Zhu, no need to rush off."

Mr. Wang's voice sounded again. He picked up a thick leather briefcase from the sofa, pulled out an even thicker manila envelope, and patted it. "The final payment for today hasn't been settled yet."

Final payment? Mom's footsteps halted instantly.

The humiliation of the day had nearly made her forget that it all began for money.

Mr. Wang walked up to her with the envelope, handing it over with his usual warm smile. "Here's eighty thousand yuan. Combined with the twenty thousand deposit Mr. Shen paid yesterday, that makes a hundred thousand. Consider it payment for today's sportswear shoot. All settled."

Eighty thousand! Yesterday's twenty thousand had already stunned her—and now the final payment was eighty thousand? She stared at the thick envelope in disbelief.

For posing for such indecent photos, for being so blatantly toyed with...

Was it really worth eighty thousand? "Lingling, what are you standing there for? Mr. Wang gave it to you—take it!"

Shen Yanxi chimed in with flattering laughter, "See how generous Mr. Wang is? You really should thank him properly today."

Mom's mind was in turmoil.

The humiliating scenes from moments ago and the envelope filled with eighty thousand yuan in cash swirled chaotically in her thoughts. Yet in the end, she remained true to her instincts—she just wanted to leave this place that made her sick immediately.

"Miss Zhu, please sign here."

Mr. Wang pulled out another document and a pen from his bag, handing them to her. "It's a simple labor settlement agreement. Sign it, and the money is yours."

Mom didn't want to spend another second with these old men. Her mind was consumed by one thought: sign quickly, take the money, and get out of this hellhole.

After signing, she took the heavy envelope and instinctively opened it to peek inside. Inside were stacks of hundred-yuan bills, still carrying the faint scent of fresh ink.

She didn't count them. She just shoved the envelope haphazardly into her bag and stood up.

"I... I'm leaving..."

"Wait."

Shen Yanxi grabbed her arm again, her face plastered with a smile. "Lingling, look how kind the three executives have been to you. Before you leave, shouldn't you say goodbye?"

Mr. Wang also smiled. "Miss Zhu, it's been a pleasure working with you today. I hope we have the chance to collaborate again in the future."

Mr. Li and Mr. Zhao chimed in beside him, still wearing their greasy, obsequious expressions.

Mom lifted her head, her cold eyes fixed directly on Mr. Wang: "No need. I won't be filming anymore."

With that, she never looked back at Shen Yanxi again. Shaking off her hand, she strode swiftly out of the presidential suite without a glance over her shoulder.

Stepping outside the hotel entrance, the city lights were already twinkling.

The city's clamor and the cool evening breeze began to clear the haze in her mother's mind.

Instead of returning home, she wandered aimlessly through the streets alone.

Humiliation, disgust, rage...

And a fleeting thrill at the prospect of a huge sum of money...

A complex whirlwind of emotions surged through her.

After walking for an unknown length of time, something suddenly occurred to her. She stopped, pulled out her phone, found Shen Yanxi's number, and blocked it.

From now on, each to their own path.

She looked up at the towering skyscrapers in the distance. Night had fallen, and the neon lights flickered, yet they seemed so bleak.

She pulled her bag tighter against her back, her mind fixed on one thought: She'd look for a job tomorrow.

Surely...

Surely there must be other honest ways to earn money...

Yet, as her mother's fingers accidentally brushed against the thick envelope in her bag, another voice whispered in her mind: What job could possibly earn her a hundred thousand yuan in just one afternoon?

Just then, the phone in her pocket buzzed softly.

Mom pulled out the phone. It wasn't Shen Yanxi—her number had been blocked.

The screen displayed a text from an unknown number, containing only a brief message: "Miss Zhu, rest well and prepare. I look forward to our next collaboration, which I believe will be even more pleasant. Wang Jianjun."