bathhouse

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Bathhouse

1.
I graduated in '99 with a degree in International Trade, a highly sought-after major, yet finding a job was incredibly difficult. I went to countless job centers, sent out countless resumes, but received very few replies. Months passed like this, and I still hadn't found a suitable job.

I became a regular at the job center, showing up every Tuesday and Friday. Eventually, I felt like I was being ridiculous. What a load of rubbish, International Trade! It's all a lie. On my last trip to the job center, I simply handed out my resume to several hotels. Surely I could work as a waiter?

It seemed Qingdao was really short of waiters. I'd just left that damn job center that morning, and that afternoon a hotel invited me for an interview—Qingdao XX Hotel. On the way there, I almost cried. I'm a college graduate, after all! Relegated to working as a waiter? Actually, looking back now, it's all too normal. A college graduate? What's so special about a college graduate?

Queuing, filling out forms, and going through an interview—it all took less than half an hour, and I became a waitress at this hotel. "You'll report to the recreation department tomorrow," a woman from the HR department said politely. Wow, that's it? For some reason, I felt a sense of accomplishment. I could start working so quickly! I'd soon be a employed person! As I left, I even bowed to that woman and walked away excitedly, like I'd found money.

The hotel's recreation department actually consisted of two sections: a bathhouse and a nightclub. I was assigned to the bathhouse, the sauna. After changing into my uniform, the supervisor showed me around and introduced me to my colleagues. The lobby had reception and cashier areas, and the lounge was in the back. In the lounge, I saw what I thought was the most beautiful woman in the world at the time: fair skin, a small oval face, delicate frameless glasses, a hairstyle like Noriko Hisai's, a bright red tight-fitting short dress, a shapely figure, flesh-colored stockings, and white knee-high boots. "This is our public relations manager—Chen Yan," the supervisor said. "Hello," Chen Yan extended her hand, and I quickly stepped forward and shook it, foolishly saying, "Hello, Manager Chen." Her hand was so soft and smooth. Lying is child's play; my penis immediately became erect. With such a beautiful woman working alongside me, why bother with international trade? I was so damn naive back then. Actually, Chen Yan was the madam there. I came to my senses the next day, but for a long time afterward, I couldn't understand—why would such a beautiful woman do this?

And so, I became a junior employee in the hotel's sauna. For the first week, I was curious about everything inside, sometimes even a little scared, because many of the things that happened later were things I'd only seen in movies, and now, actually in this environment, I didn't want to believe it was real.

Anyone who's been to a bathhouse and hired prostitutes knows the basic process is pretty much the same. While you're changing clothes, someone will incessantly recommend various services and introduce prostitutes. If you pretend not to understand, the staff will vaguely tell you what it's like, making you itchy with desire. That's what I did—introducing services to customers while hanging up their clothes. For the first two weeks, my penis would involuntarily get hard every time I introduced the various services to customers, as if I were about to do it myself. Hehe, I was afraid of being discovered by the customers, which really bothered me for a while. However, this feeling disappeared after two weeks. I could talk confidently with customers, almost like a salesperson promoting home appliances in a shopping mall, and my mind stopped wandering. But there were still two places in the sauna that made my heart race—1. the lounge and 2. the massage rooms. The lounge, where customers rest and get foot massages, was also where Chen Yan promoted her prostitutes. Why did this place make my heart race? Because the rear-projection TV in the lounge played nothing but porn. Although I had watched a lot of it in college, I still couldn't control my penis. Plus, Chen Yan always stuck her butt out when she talked to customers, which made me have all sorts of fantasies. The massage rooms, which were essentially love rooms, stimulated me primarily through auditory stimulation. The provocative moans of the women were unbearable. The staff in the changing room wouldn't allow me to linger around the rest area and massage rooms, which only increased the allure of these places. So, I would sneak off to these areas whenever I had a spare moment, hoping to be transferred so I could see and hear as much as I wanted.

Secondly, I quickly became familiar with
the place. I'd been here for over a month, and in that time, I learned a lot. I realized that back in school, I was just a pretty face. As long as you had money, you could sleep with any woman here, no matter how beautiful. And as long as you had money, you could get any service you wanted: double penetration 800, ice and fire 480, oil massage 380, anal sex 580, Russian girls 800. Actually, these prices seem a bit high now, but back then, when there weren't so many bathhouses in Qingdao, our business was booming.

I was finally transferred to work at the massage parlor, where I was responsible for cleaning and service. There were 15 regular rooms and 4 VIP suites, and sometimes there were over 30 girls. It was quite a large establishment in Qingdao at the time. When business was good, more than 10 rooms would be occupied at the same time, with the girls' moans echoing everywhere. It bothered me for a while, and I went back to my dorm almost every day to masturbate, imagining what the girls looked like. Maybe people get used to this kind of stimulation too often, just like you develop a tolerance to medication. Before long, I got used to it. When I passed by the massage parlor and heard those sounds, I didn't react like I did when a female teacher was lecturing in school. I knew I was familiar with this environment. The girl who used to blush when she saw the girls when she first arrived was gone.

Thirdly,
I've always had a good impression of Chen Yan. During the six months I worked at the sauna, I never saw her work; she only promoted girls in the lounge. Because she was so incredibly attractive, many customers would ask, "I'll do it, but only with you." Each time, the customers would be disappointed. For a long time, Chen Yan would whisper something in a customer's ear, and almost all of them would give up. Because of the distance, I never knew how Chen Yan rejected those lecherous men.

One day, I was mopping the floor outside the VIP room when I saw Chen Yan and a bald, fat man enter the room. I assumed they were talking to a customer, as some regulars often didn't want to talk much in the lounge. About ten minutes later, Chen Yan and the bald man came out. The bald man went back to the lounge; they probably hadn't reached an agreement. "Little Chen, clean the room," Chen Yan's voice was always so soft and gentle. "Okay." I replied. It's been half a year, and I still get excited every time Chen Yan talks to me. I don't know why, but this excitement hasn't disappeared. I dragged the mop into the room. Luckily, the double bed wasn't too messy. Just as I was checking the trash can, I stopped. There was a used condom lying inside. Did I forget to clean it up when I was cleaning the room? Wait a minute, I cleaned it all up. It's obvious that bald guy used it. Damn it, Chen Yan does it too? Damn, they're all the same. Thinking about it now, I'm so stupid. Everyone in their line of work is in it for the money. What's so strange about her doing it herself? Later, I learned from a colleague that Chen Yan rarely does services because she gets a commission and doesn't want to delay the other girls' business. She usually doesn't do it, but if a customer insists, she'll charge 1000 without hesitation. Damn, so that's what she whispers in the customer's ear—that's her price! No wonder so many customers shake their heads. It's too fast! 10 minutes and 1000 yuan in hand? Damn it, I work hard for a month and don't earn as much as she does in the time it takes to smoke two cigarettes. That day back in the dorm, I masturbated happily, thinking about Chen Yan. It felt so good, I almost cried out. Hehe.

IV. Becoming a Supervisor
It seems I adapt quite well. After working at the sauna for eight months, I actually became the supervisor. It wasn't because I was particularly capable; the job here didn't require much skill. You just needed to be sweet-talking, diligent, and avoid saying things you shouldn't. The key was that the previous supervisor had left, and most of the older employees before me had also gone. So, I naturally became the supervisor. Don't underestimate this position. I envied this job when I was a waitress. Not only did I not have to do any work, but just scheduling the girls was a lucrative job. (Scheduling meant going to the girls' rooms to select girls when customers came.) Which girl wouldn't want to work more? But to get a girl's time, you had to get past me first. I didn't care about your looks; even if you were as beautiful as an angel, it wouldn't matter. So, the girls all started to fawn over me. I'm not bragging, but back then, the cheapest cigarettes I smoked were Taishan, but they had to be kept in a Hademen cigarette box. I knew I couldn't be too arrogant in this position because many people were envious, just like I used to be. I felt like I'd become a seasoned pro. Pinching their butts and slapping them during appointments had become commonplace. But honestly, after working there for so long, I'd never slept with a prostitute. Maybe I still retained some of the naivety from my school days, feeling my first time shouldn't be with a woman like a prostitute. Although I felt ashamed to be a virgin at 23, I controlled myself. We had a staff member and a technician on duty every day, staying overnight in the sauna. If the prostitutes didn't have a place to stay, they could stay there too. Whenever I was on duty, prostitutes would come up to me, wanting me to watch porn with them. The meaning was obvious: they just wanted me to have sex with them, to give them more opportunities during appointments. At the time, I disdained getting too close. First, it would be inconvenient for work later, and second, I thought they were dirty. So, for the next year or so, I resisted the temptations of countless prostitutes. Looking back, it wasn't easy.

Fifth, losing one's virginity.
Hehe, seeing this subheading makes me laugh. The "losing one's virginity" I'm referring to is losing one's virginity as a man, which is myself. They say one should remain untainted by the mud, but as Hu's mother said, although I resisted the temptations of the previous n girls, I ultimately couldn't escape Chen Yan's clutches. After becoming a supervisor, I had more opportunities to interact with Chen Yan, and as we worked there longer, we became familiar with each other. Sometimes after work, we would go out for barbecue together. Chen Yan is actually only 20 years old, younger than me, but in my memory, I always thought she was at least 25 or 26. It's not that she looks old, but because she seems too composed at work. Actually, thinking about it, it's not that I... Strange, in a place like that, how could she act like a little kid? She had to act like an adult. Chen Yan loved to play. Sometimes after dinner, we'd go to a bar for drinks. Once at a bar, they were throwing plush toys offstage. I grabbed one for her, and she got excited like a child, hugging my neck and kissing me. Wow, you make over 1000 yuan with a single kick, and this plush toy makes you this excited? Later, after learning more about her, I found out that her parents divorced early, she dropped out of junior high and started playing around, and by 20 she'd been in this line of work for over four years, and a madam for two years. She'd never had a boyfriend, and no man had ever given her anything, not even a small plush toy.

That night, I was on duty, and it was already 1 a.m. After the last group of "perverts" left, we went home. I didn't expect Chen Yan to want to stay overnight, saying she didn't want to go home. I didn't say anything and let her sleep in the VIP room. I was late for work today, arriving at 1 PM. I slept all morning and wasn't sleepy at all, so I just watched DVDs alone in the break room. I sent the masseuse downstairs to sleep. A little while later, Chen Yan came out wearing a men's massage uniform and a pair of big slippers, running up to me with a grin and saying,

"Brother, I'm hungry, I want some barbecue."

We've gotten to know each other better now, so I don't have that same eagerness to please her as before

. "I'm tired, you can have instant noodles, there's some on the counter," I said.

"No, go buy some barbecue, I'll pay you when I get back." She kissed me on the cheek.

Damn, her clothes were too big, and I inadvertently glimpsed her round breasts through her neckline—so white! My long-dormant little brother instantly perked up. She noticed me looking at her, but didn't hide, saying lecherously,

"Go on, I'll let you see as much as you want when you get back, hehe."

"Is that really true?" I said.

"You're in trouble if you're lying to me."

"I'm not lying, go on," she continued teasing me.

"Okay, you wait, I'll be right back, haha." I grabbed a coat and dashed downstairs at the hotel.

A little while later, I bought a bunch of barbecue and several kilograms of draft beer—my favorite. We ate and chatted in the lounge. I knew Chen Yan couldn't hold her liquor, so I deliberately poured her a few extra drinks. Luckily, she was a hostess from Gansang and didn't have much of a tolerance; in a nightclub, it would be a different story. Before she'd even finished a plastic bag of drinks, Chen Yan blushed, squinted, and wore small glasses. Damn it, I really wanted to pounce on her and devour her, but I knew she was the madam here, and if I forced myself on her, it would be troublesome. I held back for now.

Seeing that it was about time, I teased her, "Now that we've eaten the barbecue and drunk the beer, who said I could look all I wanted?"

"Hehe, want to look? Not here. Come on, let's go to the room," she said, half-lying on the sofa.

"I'm not afraid of you, come on,"

I knew something good was coming, hehe, I'm going to see what this 1000-yuan one is like, although I've never tried a 400-yuan one, what virginity, go to hell!

I pretended to be calm on the surface, but my heart was pounding, probably because I was thinking about doing *that* kind of thing, I kept swallowing, I think my face must have been very red, because I felt my face was very hot.

I lay on the big bed and said, "Hurry up and take it off?"

Chen Yan smiled, she was really charming when she smiled, her little nose even curled up, and she had two little dimples. The massage clothes didn't have any buttons, just a strap, which opened with one pull. With this pull, her two full and white breasts were completely exposed in front of me. To be honest, I had never seen such beautiful breasts in porn or adult films, firm, round, and the key was that the areolas were pink, unlike the brown or black ones of most women, which was disgusting. Maybe it was because she was also horny, her two nipples were very erect, wasn't it beautiful? "She said.

" Beautiful, really beautiful. "I swallowed hard.

Our work uniforms are Adidas running clothes, the thicker kind, but my penis still made it bulge out.

'Haha, your little brother's getting restless,' she said.

'If you don't react like this, there's something wrong with you!' I said.

'Hehe, you must be tired from going out earlier? Shall I give you a massage?' she said.

'You can give massages?' I asked knowingly.

'Of course, come on, take off your clothes and lie down.'" "

Damn, you came to me like this, don't blame me for being impolite." I quickly took off my clothes and lay naked on the bed. I felt the bed shake a few times, and she also took off her clothes. She pressed her soft little hands against my shoulders. It felt so good. How could her hands be so long? As I was thinking this, she climbed onto my back, her two round things pressing against me. Women's body temperature is really higher than men's. It felt warm and smooth. I think my heart rate was 160 beats per minute. I felt so swollen down there. My god, I never knew it felt so good. I've missed out on so much before!

"Turn around," she said softly.

I obediently turned around and lay on the bed. Suddenly, she straddled me and leaned down to slowly kiss me from my neck. Her warm breath gently blew into my pores. My throat felt so dry, and I could hear my own heartbeat.

"Are you nervous?" she asked.

"Yes, I... it's my first time." "I stammered.

" "Oh, really?" She laughed.

"No, I'm not lying, it really is my first time." "I continued to stammer.

" "Then tonight I'll make you feel good!" she said.

"I can't even speak anymore."

Her little mouth slid down my thigh, but just before reaching my penis, she skipped it and continued sucking down my thigh. I felt like my penis was about to explode, and my lower abdomen was throbbing uncomfortably.

"Ah!"

She suddenly took my penis into her mouth, and I clearly felt a spasm. Her mouth was slippery and warm, and her soft tongue swirled around my glans, like an electric shock. This was something I had never experienced before when masturbating. But strangely, I didn't feel like ejaculating. So I asked her, "Why don't you feel like ejaculating?" "

Hehe, I haven't come yet. Can I let you ejaculate?" She was so fucking lewd!

At this moment, she stopped. I looked up and saw her take a raincoat out of the drawer, open it, put it in her mouth, and then slowly put it on me. Damn, she can do it with her mouth too? I knew that we were about to take the real step... And just like that, my virginity, which I had kept for 23 years, was taken away by my mother, who was 3 years younger than me. For a period of time afterward, I was deeply immersed in this state of indulgence and could not extricate myself. Taking advantage of my work, I slept with almost every woman working in the sauna, sometimes as many as three a day. At the time, I really thought this place was my paradise, but later, I experienced something I never wanted to experience again in my life.

Sixth,
in Qingdao in 2000, there weren't many Russian women working in bathhouses. That year, we added this service. The Russian women who came to our bathhouse were brought by a middle-aged couple, supposedly bought from the Sino-Russian border. I remember one was named Natasha, the other Lisa, and I forgot the other one—basically, most Russian women had similar names. My first impression of them when they arrived at our sauna was how strong they were. They were all about my height (I'm 180cm), with blue eyes, thick legs, golden hair, and long, golden body hair. They looked much older than their actual age. They were only 18 or 19, but looked like they were 28 or 29. The worst part was their strong body odor. To cover it up, they desperately sprayed cheap perfume—it was awful! The smell was unbearable; it could travel far on the wind. So much so that later, as soon as a Russian woman arrived on our floor, we could smell her even before she entered the room. "Hmm, Russians are here!" That's no exaggeration.

Russian prostitutes seemed simple and promiscuous, often grabbing the penises of the female staff who walked by. This made our staff crouch against the wall whenever a Russian came by, like they were being searched by the police – it was hilarious. They didn't understand many Chinese words, but there was one word they knew best: "work." Whenever I scheduled them for a session, I'd say "Work time!" in a foreign accent, and they'd rush off to the brothel. During that time, I was indulging in unrestrained behavior, but I never dared to try anything with Russian prostitutes. They were actually very beautiful, with large breasts and round buttocks, but I was afraid of contracting AIDS. Looking back, it might have been unnecessary, but back then, seeing so many foreigners with AIDS on TV really scared me. Russian prostitutes were expensive, 800 yuan a session, but very popular. Maybe it was because those lecherous men who had had their fill of Chinese women found it novel. Actually, I thought they were all the same, except they moaned louder. In the massage parlor, we could hear them in the break room – similar to the moans in the porn movies we watched in college. Most people who call Russian prostitutes don't last more than 20 minutes (from entering the room to leaving). Perhaps their skills in bed are truly exceptional. Once, an old man, a regular customer who came almost every week, always alone, did nothing but have sex and take a shower. Hearing we had Russian prostitutes, he recklessly called two (a threesome). It only lasted about 10 minutes, and he paid 1600. When I was paying the bill, I was thinking, what could he possibly do in 10 minutes? He probably couldn't even touch one before being brought to a climax, haha. Seventh

,
most of the customers from Northeast China who come here are from Qingdao, but sometimes you'll run into people from other places, and then it's bad luck—they'll take advantage of you to the extreme. One day, four middle-aged men came to the hotel. We spotted them while they were eating in the restaurant because they ordered a table full of seafood and three bottles of liquor. I checked the bill at the bar and it was already over 3,000 yuan before they even finished eating. Judging from their accents, they were from Northeast China, so we figured this was a big business opportunity. We sent a waiter to give them four free bath vouchers. You might think we were losing money by giving away free baths, but you'd be wrong. It's rare for someone to just take a bath and leave; they'd usually spend at least a thousand or eight hundred yuan. These four men were indeed excited when they saw the free vouchers and agreed to go up and have some fun after their meal.

Half an hour later, the four men staggered up. By this time, I'd stopped doing things like introducing services, but for such a big business, I had to step in personally. After some rambling and flattery, I knew they were getting itchy. They quickly finished their baths and went to the lounge.

That night, all four of us opted for the full "double flight" service, and each of us also got an oil massage. Actually, these days bathhouses combine oil massages and sex, but back then they were separate. The oil massage was charged separately for an hour (380 yuan). Adding the foot massage, pedicure, and health massage, the total bill for the four of us reached over 7000 yuan. A couple of days ago I saw a post about some guys being ripped off by a certain bathhouse, and I don't know what happened. Actually, our 7000+ yuan wasn't ripped off at all; every service was clearly priced, and they genuinely enjoyed everything. When it came time to pay, the cashier said 7360. The four cashiers didn't even blink. The one in the lead, an old man, pulled a tattered wallet from his pocket—a thick wad of 100-yuan bills, easily over 10,000 yuan! He paid without even a discount, probably leaving over 2,000 yuan. I felt I couldn't let them leave like that, so I went up to the old man and said, "Sir, we also have a karaoke bar here, want to go sing a song?" The old man was probably quite shaken from the ordeal and said, "Never mind, maybe next time." "Sir, we also have striptease, girls dance for you in the room, it's really fun," I said. The old man immediately perked up, probably because he hadn't been out much. He consulted with the others, "Okay, let's go check it out!" the old man said with a forced smile.

I quickly had the waiter take them to the karaoke bar, then arranged for a girl. I picked one with big breasts and a big butt, but unexpectedly, she was hesitant and said she didn't know how. I told her, "Don't be silly, just go in and do a couple of quick movements, it's easier than lying there." The girl thought for a moment and went in. The price for a striptease in our room is 680 yuan for 20 minutes, pretty rip-off. Damn, I guess their money isn't even theirs. Anyway, after the girl went in, I had the waiter stuff a table full of drinks and dried fruit, turn on the music, close the door, and tell the waiter to keep an eye on them so they don't slip away. This whole ordeal cost them over 2000 yuan. When it came time to pay, they didn't have enough money, so we readily gave them a discount. The old man only had a few single-yuan bills left in his wallet, not even enough for a taxi. I took 50 yuan from the bar and gave it to him, and he was very grateful, saying thank you. For a long time afterward, I felt bad for that old man because when I saw them off, they said they were going to Shazikou. Heaven knows if 50 yuan would be enough.

8. Lai Zi
During my two years working there, I encountered a few of those slacker customers, the kind who come to show off even though they have no money. Once, four people came with three free coupons. I don't know where they got the coupons from. All four of them were dressed like migrant workers. But the customer is always right. Besides, many people who come to us can't be judged by their clothes. Like those four people I mentioned, they were dressed very poorly, but they had some money. So, we generally don't care much about clothes. But these four people were indeed very poor. They spent more than half an hour in the bathroom, trying everything from the dry sauna to the wet sauna and the seawater bath. That was still normal. When they got to the lounge, they didn't want anything, just wanted to watch TV. I had to beg them to get a pot of tea (30 yuan). I felt that these people were hopeless because it was late and the staff had all gone home. I was hoping they would leave soon, but the more I thought about it, the more they stayed. One of the staff even fell asleep on the sofa. That wouldn't do. So I went over and said that we were going home. So the four penniless guys reluctantly went to the changing room. These guys were really something else; the three who got dressed first left without a word. Then the old man went to pay, and that's when the trouble started. He insisted on waiving their bath fee. I said, "Sir, you already have three free vouchers. You just took a bath and didn't do anything else, so I can't waive the bath fee." Unexpectedly, the old man got angry, implying that he wouldn't give a discount even with so many people. Seriously, if you don't have money, just be honest and don't make such a fuss. A bath fee was 48 yuan plus 30 yuan for tea, a total of 78 yuan, and he actually wanted a discount? Dear readers, isn't that ridiculous? So I decisively said, "I can't offer any further discounts, it's 78 yuan in total, thank you." I spoke all of this in Mandarin, and the old man, thinking I was a waitress from out of town, impatiently said, "I won't pay, do whatever you want!" Damn, I've never seen anything like that. Even though I was on duty alone, I wasn't intimidated. Our boss, who runs such a big bathhouse, isn't an ordinary person. So I told him in Qingdao dialect, "You won't leave this room without paying, you believe me?" I despise people like that the most. Seeing my response, he tried to save face, saying, "Okay, okay, I won't argue with you anymore." He threw the money on the bar, and I took the money without even looking at him, throwing the change back to him. What infuriated me most was that, as he approached the door, he muttered, "Damn, you little bastard (a Qingdao swear word)." I was furious. Luckily, there was a bottle of Chateau Corona on the table, so I grabbed it and snatched it. That old bastard was pretty clever; he dodged and ran away! Damn it, he ruined my bottle!

Another time, there were four guys, and after showering, they all wanted girls. But one of the curly-haired guys said after a while, "Let's change her. It's normal. We have many customers. Maybe we were too far away when we were choosing, or maybe the girl smelled bad. Changing is normal." So I changed him to another one. Unexpectedly, after more than ten minutes, the girl came out, looking very unhappy. I asked her what was wrong, and she said, "I took off all my clothes, touched her all over, and now I don't want her anymore." I thought for a moment and told her, "It's okay, we'll talk about it later." Then I went back in and asked the guy, "Brother, should I change you to another one?" "No, I don't want her," he said. I didn't know what to say then because his three friends hadn't come out yet. After a while, they went to pay the bill, so I gave them 100 yuan. After all, the girl had undressed, and I'd touched her; 100 yuan wasn't unreasonable, right? These four people were probably paid for by one person, not the one who substituted the girl. They seemed happy and didn't say anything, but this curly-haired guy wasn't finished. He said, "I didn't do anything, why should I get 100?" I said, "Brother, the girl was completely naked, and you've touched her as you saw fit. Give her 100 as a token." "No, no! No need!" Curly-haired guy grabbed the person paying the bill, refusing to let him pay. I got angry again: "If you don't pay, do you believe you won't be able to leave this hotel?" But this time, that didn't work. "I don't believe it!" Curly-haired guy said, pulling the others away. Maybe I'd said something too offensive; the bill-paying guy didn't care anymore and followed them. I thought to myself, "This is so embarrassing!" So I called a few waiters, changed my shoes, and followed them towards the hotel entrance while telling the security guard downstairs on my walkie-talkie, "Xiao Wang, four people in the Santana are trying to leave because they underpaid. Stop them!" This tactic worked. When we came out, we saw their Santana blocked at the entrance. Curly-haired guy even got out, ready to start cursing. Before we could even make a move, the security guard in front grabbed Curly-haired guy by the hair and kneed him to the ground, asking us, "Is it him?" I was about to kick him a couple of times when the other three came down and pulled me aside, saying, "Brother, forget it, forget it, he's drunk. Forget it." He pulled out 100 yuan and stuffed it into my hand. "Sorry, sorry," the person who was settling the bill said. I said, "Brother, I only know you're a decent guy. Go back and tell him not to do this again!" "Okay, okay," the guy nodded and bowed as he got into the car. The other two helped Curly up and shoved him into the car. The coward didn't say a word. The four of them drove off, probably never to come back.

Nine, the ladies.
You might be wondering why I'm only mentioning ladies now. Actually, the ladies have the most to do. They come in all ages, from all provinces, and have all kinds of looks, and all kinds of moaning sounds.

Our ladies usually come at night. If they don't have a place to stay, they can stay in the sauna. Usually, two people share a room. There's not much to do, just watch TV. These people never see sunlight. Sometimes I worry they might get moldy. Actually, since I became the supervisor, the ladies have been very polite to me, even fawning over me. So I basically don't do anything for them, like bringing them food to their rooms (usually instant noodles, since they can't come out, the staff brings them in). One day, the staff was quite busy, and one of the girls called to say she wanted to eat. Seeing no one else around, I made two bowls of soup and brought them in. The two girls in that room were new and hadn't worked yet, but they knew I was the supervisor. I don't know if one of them was having an episode, but when I went in, she was practicing kicks, wearing our massage uniform, looking like she was doing wrestling. I rarely talk to them during work hours, so I put the soup down and was about to leave when, unexpectedly, that girl actually kicked me in the head. Although it didn't actually touch my head, her toe brushed against my hair. I'm very sensitive about people touching my head, especially a woman, and with her foot no less. I immediately got angry and glared at her: "You miss?" If she had said something or just chuckled, it would have been fine; after all, they're quite bored. I knew she was joking, but this idiot wouldn't say anything and just glared at me. Damn, wasn't she asking for a beating? Let me clarify, I never hit women, not before or since, but I don't know what came over me then, maybe because I thought they were cheap, I grabbed her hair and dragged her to the bed. Another woman was lying on the bed, and she was so scared she quickly moved aside. That idiot woman rubbed her scalp (I guess I used quite a bit of force) and looked at me timidly, her earlier arrogance gone. I glared at her: "Damn, still looking?" She quickly lowered her head. Only then did the other woman recover and come over, saying, "Brother, she was just joking, don't get worked up." There were still many things to do in the front hall, so I didn't have time to argue with them. I just said, "If you want to work here, behave yourself; if you don't, get out!" and left. Looking back now, I realize I was a terrible person. A man hitting a woman is something I've always despised, and even today I look down on men who hit women, yet I did it myself.

Another lady who left a deep impression was "Boba" (meaning "big sister"). Rather than calling her a prostitute, it would be more accurate to call her an "older sister." Boba was over 30 at the time, I forget her exact age. I remember she said her children were already in school. She was the only local Qingdao prostitute I ever met. On her first day, she wore a tight, bright red off-shoulder sweater. Her breasts were so big they could be described as "bursting." I remember her sweater was so stretched it looked like it was about to burst. It jiggled every three steps she took. I even joked with her, saying, "Big sister, I think you don't need to do any work down there. Those basketballs on top are enough." Haha, don't let her age fool you, she's incredibly popular. Her huge breasts probably helped her a lot; some customers even waited for her, she wouldn't even look at the others. I've always had this urge to see just how amazing "Busty" is, but after talking to her, I learned she's had a tough life. Her husband is paralyzed and can't do anything, she has a child in school, and her family is quite poor. She never comes during the day, never stays overnight, and leaves very early, usually only taking one or two jobs. So I believed what she said and never touched her. When arranging her shift, I tried to prioritize her. Later, when "Busty" left, she offered me two "Taishan" cigarettes, but I refused. She became one of the few girls I've never slept with.

I don't have a strong impression of the other girls, except for a "Northeast girl" with a model-like figure. She was about 178 or 179 cm tall, very pretty, with long legs, a round bottom, and firm breasts. She liked to wear a tight-fitting dress like the one Chen Yan wore, along with a pair of tall boots. She walked with a rhythmic gait and a certain air of elegance. She was incredibly fierce when waking people up, no less so than the Russian girls. At first, I thought she was 25 or 26, but I later found out she was only 19 (I saw her ID card). Girls really do tend to look older, probably due to an irregular lifestyle. The "Northeast girl" once made me wonder, "Why would someone so pretty become a prostitute?" Later, when I was on duty, she hadn't left, and we chatted. I learned that she initially ran a small clothing store in Northeast China, but finding it unprofitable, she opened a legitimate beauty salon. Later, she became acquainted with a regular customer and realized prostitution was more lucrative. She started as a hostess in a nightclub, only sitting at the table and not going outside, but soon she was drawn into prostitution, willing to do anything for money. Ultimately, she felt she earned more in a sauna. I asked her how long she planned to continue, and she said she'd work for another three or four years, save some money to go back to her small shop in Northeast China, and marry an honest man. Actually, many prostitutes follow a similar path of decline as the "Northeast girl." It's basically the same story. Many clothing stores in Qingdao were previously owned by prostitutes; you can tell by their clothing and the color scheme of their shops—they're practically chicken coops.

I don't know where prostitutes in other cities come from, but in Qingdao, they mainly come from a few regions: the Northeast is the most, followed by Anhui, Hunan, then Sichuan, Guizhou, etc. I've only seen one "busty" prostitute from Qingdao, and I haven't encountered another

one since. Condoms
are a very common item in our area, and we need to stock up on them. They're used by prostitutes and clients during sex. We provided all the condoms. When I first arrived at the sauna, my heart was pounding as I handed the condoms to the prostitutes in their rooms. Even when I saw used condoms in the trash can while cleaning, my heart would race. I kept wondering what the original owners of those condoms felt. This wasn't surprising, because I was still a virgin at the time. Actually, I could still call myself a virgin now—a man who's slept with countless prostitutes, haha. For a long time after sleeping with Chen Yan, I insisted on using condoms because I was extremely afraid of getting a disease. But one time, I couldn't resist the temptation of a prostitute and went in without a condom. That prostitute was indeed very skilled. We did it three times in one night. It wasn't that I had a high sex drive; I did it almost every day back then, and I never imagined I could do it three times in one night. I lay there motionless the whole night, and she did all the work. After we finished, she still wanted more. I said I couldn't take it anymore; she'd drained me dry. I didn't understand why she had such a strong desire and stamina, because that girl was pretty and had a good figure, and she worked many jobs every day. After we finished, she said something to me that almost made me faint. This bitch, lying in my arms, said very seriously, "I have AIDS." I felt like all the blood in my body rushed to my head. I sat up abruptly and shouted, "Are you serious?" "Really," she said calmly. Damn it, I really wanted to pounce on her and strangle her. "I'll fuck your mother," I cursed at her. "You did this on purpose?" I continued. At this moment, she chuckled and said, "I was just kidding you. Look how scared you are." "Even though she said that, I still couldn't believe it. I said, 'Damn it, how can I not be scared? Do you even have that disease?' She smiled and said, 'I don't have such a serious disease. I was just teasing you.' I breathed a sigh of relief and said, 'Go to hell. If it's true, I'll kill you.' I said that, but I was still unsure. I thought I had to get checked. I don't know what happened that night, but when I got back to the lounge, I felt a bit of pain there. I was really panicked at the time, thinking that I might really have contracted a disease. Now I think it's ridiculous. Even if I really got infected, it wouldn't be possible to have a reaction so quickly. But I didn't know that then, so I decided that I must go to the hospital for a checkup the next day. Actually, later I learned that even if someone is a carrier of HIV or infected, it's impossible to detect it so quickly. It takes at least a month. I was so scared by that idiot that I went to the hospital for a checkup several more times, and even went to different hospitals. The first two times, I didn't believe that I was fine, and the doctor even scolded me: 'Are you hoping to get the disease?'" "I bet he thought this guy was an idiot, but that's exactly what I wanted to hear. The next day, that woman told me to find a way to get rid of her, which scared the hell out of me. From then on, no matter how clean a woman looks, I always use condoms. Thinking about it, that idiot woman actually helped me."

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