KTV hostess's feet

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One evening in July this year, I went to a roadside stall for dinner at the invitation of a friend. My friend and I are about the same age and have a very good relationship, but we are usually busy with our own work and rarely have time to get together. So, after we met, we ate, drank, and chatted, and before we knew it, it was around 10 o'clock. After dinner, my friend was still not satisfied and suggested going to a nearby karaoke bar.
Actually, I was also feeling quite hot, and I wouldn't be able to sleep if I went back, so finding a place to have some fun seemed like a good idea. However, I had never been to a karaoke bar before. I had only heard from friends who had been there about how the hostesses were and how much fun they had there, etc. My impression was that although karaoke bars are places for singing and entertainment, most people who go there are not simply there to sing. Anyway, because I had never been, I had always been curious about it and wanted to find an opportunity to experience it. My friend's suggestion perfectly matched my long-held wish, so I readily agreed without hesitation.
The karaoke bar was not far from where we were eating; it was a three-story white building located at the intersection of a road and a small river. [This section is hidden; you have already replied. The following is the hidden content.] Since the road wasn't a main thoroughfare, there weren't many cars, making it quite quiet. However, many cars were already parked downstairs, filling the already small open space. Inside, the building was brightly lit, with the sounds of men's boisterous shouts and women's coquettish laughter rising and falling.
"This place is nice, spacious and quiet, lots of beautiful women. But they're quite proper; you come here to sing and chat, nothing else," my friend said, clearly familiar with the place.
We quickly booked a relatively large private room. After the waiter brought tea, several bottles of beer, and a few plates of melon seeds, he asked, "Sir, would you like some women to sing with you?"
"Are there any more women?" my friend asked.
"Yes, yes. There are more than a dozen. Would you like some prettier ones or some more generous ones?"
the waiter hurriedly replied.
My friend told him to call all the girls over to take a look. Sure enough, a few minutes after the waiter left, about a dozen young, beautiful, and fashionably dressed women rushed into the room and stood in front of us.
My friend first chose a tall woman with long, flowing hair, then gestured for me to choose. Faced with a group of outstandingly beautiful, youthful, and charming women, I was truly dazzled, hesitant, and my heart was pounding. They were all very beautiful, and all had voluptuous figures, making it difficult to choose. But none of them were what interested me most, so my gaze didn't linger on their faces or bodies for long, but immediately shifted to their feet. Most of them were wearing extremely sexy high-heeled sandals, barefoot, with only a few pairs wearing sheer flesh-colored or gray stockings. A dozen or so pairs of shapely feet were arranged on the ground, radiating youthful energy under the high heels. Some of these beautiful feet had fair and delicate skin, with neat and dainty shapes; others appeared slightly large with short, thick toes; some had long, slender toes with gaps between them; some had neatly arranged, straight toes forming a natural, soft curve from the big toe to the little toe; and some had slightly curved toes… Each small, adorable toe peeked out from the tip of the shoe, seemingly eager to greet me. In those brief few minutes, I felt my face flush and my heart race. Those beautiful feet, each with its own unique charm, seemed to be right next to my burning lips, and I longed to bite them and devour them. Because my gaze kept sweeping over the ladies' feet, I wondered if they noticed my thoughts; some of them began to secretly smile. After comparing several options, I finally chose a pair of feet that weren't wearing stockings, were fair and delicate, and were clad in red strappy high-heeled sandals with a well-proportioned shape. Looking up, I saw the owner wearing a sleeveless, tight-fitting top, carrying a cream-colored handbag, and a floral skirt. She was a well-proportioned, voluptuous woman with beautiful features and fair skin, and she was smiling at me. I immediately felt a connection and decided to keep her.
The woman generously sat down next to me on the sofa, poured a beer for both of us, and then began flipping through a songbook to choose a song. The room was air-conditioned, and I could clearly feel her body temperature spreading rapidly throughout my body like a warm current. The faint fragrance emanating from her body wafted into my nostrils and permeated my lungs. Even before she started singing, I already felt ecstatic. My gaze never left the young lady's captivating feet. They rested on the floor about two or three feet away, probably a size 36, bound by narrow straps of sandals, mostly exposed. Her fair instep was smooth and flat, without a single prominent vein. Her toes were neatly aligned, perfectly straight, without any protruding joints, and her unpainted toenails were glossy and transparent. These were the bare feet I loved most, for without the covering of stockings, they displayed utter natural beauty; without nail polish, their pristine purity remained undisturbed. For a long time, I've believed that a pair of naturally beautiful feet, unless confined by stockings and painted with nail polish due to the occasion or weather, is utterly superfluous to those who appreciate them. Today, faced with the allure of these small, sexy feet, I had already decided in my mind: tonight, they were mine.
The young lady selected a few songs for me to sing along with, while my friend and his mistress selected a whole bunch. We then took turns singing, one line at a time. My mind was completely absorbed in the young lady's feet, and I had absolutely no interest in the listless songs, so I just absentmindedly went along with them. The young lady next to my friend seemed unusually lively, and my friend was shouting at the top of his lungs, refusing to put down the microphone. Taking advantage of the opportunity, I pulled the young woman to a sofa and said, "Let's rest for a while."
During the break, I chatted with her, asking her name, age, home, family members, how long she finished school, and what she did before coming to the karaoke bar. The young woman was touched by my questions and said, "I've met so many customers, and no one has ever asked about me or my family. They just ask me to sing and dance with them, and occasionally ask how old I am. Who cares about what I did before or my family? You seem to be very thoughtful." During our conversation, I learned that her name was Jiaojiao, she was from the south, 22 years old, and had dropped out of school after junior high to work. She had been in Beijing for two years, working as a waitress in a restaurant for over ten hours a day with very low pay. She came to the karaoke bar as a waitress through a fellow villager's introduction. We started with this topic and talked about our understanding and feelings about the hardships of migrant workers. Jiaojiao was quite talkative, and her views on some issues were particularly insightful and profound. Before we knew it, we were chatting quite amiably, and the distance and awkwardness between us had disappeared. Later, while we were having a quick drink, I changed the subject: "You're quite pretty." She clearly loved hearing that, and immediately smiled, but didn't forget to be modest: "So-so." My gaze once again focused on her feet: "Your sandals are so pretty, and even your feet are so beautiful and sexy."
I clearly noticed that Jiaojiao's face immediately flushed red, and my gaze immediately shifted to the sandals she was wearing. Then she said shyly, "Oh, these sandals only cost ten yuan, they're made of synthetic leather. They look nice, but the heels are too high, and they're tiring to wear all day." "Then quickly take off your shoes and put your feet on the sofa to relax." Jiaojiao was obviously willing to do so. She bent down and quickly took off her sandals, placed them neatly to the side, and then put her legs on the sofa, her small feet completely exposed to my eyes.
Looking at those beautiful feet that I had longed for for so long, I could hardly contain my excitement. I boldly reached out and stroked one of her feet, repeatedly praising how small and delicate they were. Jiaojiao seemed overjoyed and didn't flinch, letting my hand slide over her feet. At that moment, I couldn't resist any longer: "Wearing high heels must be tiring, let me massage your feet!" "Oh, how could I? How could I let you go through that? Besides, I didn't wash my feet when I came." Although she objected verbally, I could clearly sense that she was somewhat embarrassed and flattered, and that she wasn't truly against it.
"It's alright, I've studied massage. Today I'll let you experience how good I am. Lie down and relax." Jiaojiao initially chuckled and declined, but then, curious and obedient, she lay down on the sofa, completely entrusting her delicate little feet to me.
What exquisite feet they were! Placed in my palm, their length was exactly the distance from the tip of my middle finger to the protruding part of my wrist bone. Despite it being summer, there wasn't a trace of sweat or odor. Holding them in my hand, I could fully feel the smoothness and delicacy of the skin. Beneath the tender skin, faint blue veins were visible. The soles of her feet were slightly red on three sides, and the skin lines on the arches were even finer. The arch wasn't very high, the big toe was long and round, and the skin on the other four toes appeared even more translucent and tender. The transition from the instep to the toes was natural and smooth, with no protrusions at any joint. Under the light, the entire foot seemed like a piece of natural jade, meticulously carved into a work of art, making one feel incredibly tender and reluctant to let it go. In the past, it was so noble and elegant, mysterious and unfamiliar hidden in ladies' shoes, yet desirable and longed for beneath their legs, glimpsed and dreamt of in the hazy silk stockings. Now, it is right before my eyes; I can feel its sanctity, smell its fragrance, and feel its allure on my lips.
As I pinched, pressed, and rubbed the key acupoints on Jiaojiao's soles, stretched and pulled each toe, pressed and pulled the tendons on her heels, and rhythmically rotated, bent, and pushed her entire foot around her ankle, Jiaojiao initially cried out in pain, giggling and occasionally pulling her legs back. But after a while, she lay still, comfortably flat, eyes slightly closed, one arm draped over her forehead, humming softly, clearly deeply intoxicated by the comfort brought by my massage.
By this time, my friend and the lady accompanying her had stopped singing and were whispering to each other in the corner of the sofa. The room was very quiet. Miss Jiaojiao seemed to be asleep, letting me caress and squeeze her feet at will, her loose long hair hanging down below the sofa. I had been massaging her feet for half an hour, and I was sweating profusely. Seeing her blissful expression, I couldn't suppress my surging emotions. I half-closed my eyes, and my hot lips slowly lowered to her beautiful feet, gently taking a few toes into my mouth...
"Ah!" Jiaojiao woke up with a start and was about to sit up when I stopped her. "Dirty!" She tried to pull her foot out of my mouth, but I held it firmly down with my hand. She stopped resisting, lay back down, and let my tongue roam over her instep, sole, and toes. She looked at me with half-open eyes, a sweet, shy smile playing on her lips…
We played until 2 a.m. that day. Miss Jiaojiao kept saying, "That felt so good! You're amazing!" She was full of praise for my massage skills. Before leaving, she repeatedly said "Thank you."
[The End]

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