Ah Lian (Complete Edition)

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Ah Lian (Part 1)
Ah Lian might not be her real name; it's the name she used at the foot massage parlor. As you might know, women working there often adopt stage names, much like celebrities. Andy Lau isn't actually his real name either; his real name is Lau Fuk-wing, and he only got that name after his debut. Ah
Lian and I met at the foot massage parlor. Sometimes I think that if we had met in a different place or at a different time, we would have had a different kind of connection and story. But since we met at the foot massage parlor, no matter how deep our feelings were, we were still just customer and service provider. Ah Lian was just a very small part of my life, but it was a profound experience. It gave me a different impression of the women working at foot massage parlors. Everyone is just trying to make a living; some people live effortlessly, while others struggle. Like the foot massage parlor girl, I belonged to the type who struggled to survive. From another perspective, we were kindred spirits.
Let me tell you my story with A-Lian. I remember it was a summer Friday. After get off work, I had a small get-together with some colleagues and we had a few drinks. There were four of us and two bottles of alcohol. I drank less, and the other three colleagues shared the rest. We were all quite full and slightly tipsy, which was perfect for nightlife. They were noisily looking for a place to play cards, but after looking around several places, they couldn't find a suitable card room. Just when our legs were starting to ache from walking, we inexplicably ended up in front of a foot massage parlor. This foot massage parlor was located in an alley called Xiaokangcheng in Huai'an. Xiaokangcheng was originally a self-built housing area, but after the district rezoning, it became a convenient entertainment area with a variety of restaurants and a concentration of foot massage parlors. In Xiaokangcheng, you could eat, drink, and have fun all in one place without ever changing areas. The foot massage parlor was called "Forget Me Not," which was incredibly tacky. The foot massage parlor's door was made of glass, the lower half frosted and the upper half transparent. Inside was a reception area with a bar and a set of sofas. The parlor's decor was incredibly tacky, with colorful little lights flashing at the entrance and inside. Several foot massage girls were sitting or lying on the sofas in the reception area, most of them heavily made up, but they looked particularly alluring to a slightly tipsy person. The four of us stood at the entrance of the foot massage parlor for a long time, watching the girls walk around inside. We could only see their upper bodies through the glass; their lower bodies were completely obscured by the frosted glass. I thought to myself that the owner of this foot massage parlor had used the concept of scarcity marketing with this glass door design—letting you see but not see through. If you want to see through, you have to come in, and once you're inside, you're guaranteed to spend money.
The guys weren't really in the mood to find another card room. They exchanged knowing glances, rested briefly, and then went into the "Forget-Me-Not" foot massage parlor one after another. The older woman sitting at the bar quickly came to greet us. Later, I became a regular customer, and she told me her name—Ping. I always called her Sister Ping.
Sister Ping: Are you all here together?
Me: Yes. Do you have any private rooms?
Sister Ping: Yes, would you like a large private room, or a small private room for each person?
Her question made the guys' hearts race with excitement after drinking. With things so strictly regulated now, there probably wouldn't be any prostitution services, right? Even if there were, it'd probably just be masturbation or something. Men who drink don't go home; they always want to find some fun, but usually they go out alone. Since we were a group, we had to consider our image and standing in the eyes of our friends, so no one said anything. Sister Ping is quite perceptive; people in the entertainment industry are adept at interpersonal relationships, and she likely sensed our concerns as new customers. She arranged a large room for us, big enough to fit four massage chairs, accommodating all four of us at once.
While turning on the TV and air conditioning, Sister Ping instructed the staff to bring water and fruit, then asked if we knew any foot massage girls. We all waved our hands, and Sister Ping said she would arrange it as she saw fit.
Soon, the girls started coming into the room. Since I was the host, I politely assigned the first girls to my three colleagues—the girls who had been sitting or lying at the door earlier. They were all heavily made up; I felt like they had over a pound of makeup on their faces. However, after the third girl came in, no one else entered. After about ten minutes, I got a little impatient and called out loudly for the boss. Sister Ping came over, saw that no one was giving me a foot massage, and quickly came up with a smile, explaining to me.
Ping: I'm sorry, young man, it's Friday today, we're busy. All ten of my girls are upstairs in the private rooms. Please wait a little longer, I'll recommend a good, pretty masseuse later.
Me: Hurry up and arrange it, anything will do. I came with some buddies and we're leaving together. If you keep me waiting too long, my buddies will have to wait too long too.
Ping thought for a moment, seemingly hesitant, but after much consideration, she finally said: "Young man, a young girl just came from my hometown, but she's currently working as a waitress, the one who just poured you water. She teaches foot massage during the day, but she's only been learning for less than a week, so her technique might be a bit rusty. If you don't mind, would you like her to give you a foot massage?"
I'm really sensitive to pressure during foot massages; I can't handle too much pressure. Whether it's a good or bad masseuse, I always ask the masseuse to be gentle, so I didn't mind and nodded in agreement. Then I heard Ping call out, "Ah Lian, Ah Lian, come in and give this young man a massage."
As soon as she finished speaking, A-Lian entered the private room. It really was the waitress who had poured us water earlier. Because she hadn't paid attention earlier, she hadn't really looked at her properly. A-Lian wasn't a young girl; she was probably over 25. Back in her hometown, she was a married woman with children, a typical rural woman. But A-Lian was from the city, and she couldn't bear the farm work in the countryside, so she insisted on finding a job in the city. Hearing that Sister Ping from her hometown was doing business in Huai'an, she came to rely on her. She initially thought Sister Ping owned a shop or factory, but it turned out she ran a foot massage parlor. A-Lian had considered leaving Sister Ping and returning to her hometown, but remembering her promises back home and the hardships of farm work, she compromised.
A-Lian and Sister Ping initially agreed that she would only work as a waitress, cleaning and serving tea and water, and wouldn't do the foot massage business. But people really do change when it comes to money, especially for a woman like A-Lian with low education and few skills. After working as a waitress for about a month, Pingjie would count out the money for each person in person every time they got paid. The foot massage girls each earned tens of thousands of yuan a month, but when it came to A-Lian, Pingjie would only give her about 20 bills, the extra few being out of consideration for their shared hometown.
At first, A-Lian didn't care, but as time went on, the women started comparing their clothes, possessions, and even the brands of their phones and investments in beauty and hair treatments. A-Lian began to waver. Desire is a strange thing; when we're calm, we say we can fight it, but can we really resist it just by saying we will? Especially for women, the desire to compare and the vanity they have can easily lead many women like A-Lian to willingly succumb to it.
One day, after finishing cleaning, A-Lian found a moment when Pingjie wasn't busy and quietly told her her idea: she wanted to work as a waitress while learning foot massage. Pingjie smiled and praised A-Lian for finally getting it. A-Lian then told Pingjie, "I'll only learn the kind of foot massage the girls on the first floor do; I won't learn the ones upstairs." Ping smiled at A-Lian and joked, "You want to learn, but I won't let you. The foot massage upstairs costs money to learn, but you can learn for free downstairs." A-Lian blushed and told Ping, "I won't learn from upstairs, downstairs is fine."
So A-Lian began her days of working as a waitress while learning foot massage. Less than a week into her studies, she met us, and I became her first foot massage customer. (
A-Lian (II))

A-Lian wasn't tall, wearing jeans and an oversized T-shirt. Her clothes were ordinary and didn't flatter her figure. My first impression of her was that of an average rural migrant worker. She immediately started talking about how she was going to give massages, quickly finding massage oils and pouring hot water into a foot bath for me to soak my feet. Then she started haphazardly preparing the massage tools and supplies, acting like a complete novice. I suddenly felt I might have made a mistake, but I couldn't refuse. By the time she had everything ready, the hot water for my feet had cooled down, but at least she was finally sitting properly in front of me.
A-Lian helped me take my feet out of the foot basin, then used disposable absorbent paper to dry them. She then applied essential oil to my left and right feet, first roughly spreading it evenly, then wrapping my left foot with the absorbent paper, and then squeezing out more oil to massage my right foot. A-Lian's hands were very delicate; she probably hadn't done much farm work in the countryside. In these small foot massage parlors, customers and massage girls chat freely. Most experienced girls can handle the situation, but some customers are a bit unruly. For example, when massaging your back, their hands might brush against the girl's thighs and move upwards; when massaging your arms, they might deliberately try to grope your chest. In most cases, the massage girls will let the customer touch them a little, but won't let them succeed completely. This game of cat and mouse is very effective; it gets the customer off balance while leaving a good impression, so that if they come back, they'll continue to try to touch the areas they couldn't get away with last time.
Legitimate massage parlors have many male masseurs, but small foot massage parlors like "Forget Me Not" can't afford to employ male masseurs. They aim to create a mysterious and ambiguous atmosphere for their customers. Male customers and foot massage girls will exchange jokes and tell dirty jokes while receiving foot care, making everyone laugh. Some of the bolder girls will even actively flirt with customers, having honed their own joke-telling skills through frequent exposure to jokes. In short, this small foot massage parlor is as colorful as its decorative light bulbs.
The girls opposite my three colleagues were all experienced comedians and also had some practical experience in the sex industry, so they interacted much more with each other than with Ah Lian and me. My chubby colleague, who was sitting inside, was particularly fond of groping. Coincidentally, the girl serving him was hot and scantily clad, giving him even more opportunities. He even put his hand directly into the girl's shirt in front of us, grabbing her large breasts and greedily groping them up and down. The girl not only didn't resist, but also cooperated by making sounds and exclaiming exaggeratedly, "Aww, so comfortable, brother, I can't take it anymore!" This made my colleague a little embarrassed.
Ah Lian, who was opposite me, remained silent. She carefully thought about the gestures and pressure she had learned from her master during the day, and meticulously gave me a foot massage. It was obvious that she was a novice, so I wasn't in the mood to enjoy it. I was a little sleepy after drinking, so I slowly fell asleep amidst the various dirty jokes and laughter.
"Hello, sir, we're closing up shop," I heard someone calling me in my sleep. When I opened my eyes, I found only Ah Lian and I in the private room. I had slept too soundly. I reached for my phone to check the time, but it wouldn't unlock. Then the screen prompted me to charge it, and I realized my phone was dead. I asked Ah Lian what time it was, and she told me it was 1:30 AM. I had slept from 9 AM until now. Looking around at the empty massage beds, I assumed my three colleagues had already left, so I asked Ah Lian, "
Hello, how many of my colleagues are there? Did they leave?"
Ah Lian replied, "Probably not, you haven't settled your bill yet."
I asked, "Where are they?"
Ah Lian pointed upwards, indicating they had all gone to the private rooms on the second floor or higher. These guys are really something else; they've already had their foot massages, and they still want to go upstairs for another experience. They're trying to rip me off. A-Lian told me that they were about to leave after the massage, but no matter how much they nudged me, I wouldn't wake up. They said they'd wait for me, but then they got bored and took the girl who had just served them upstairs. However, the foot massage parlor closes at 1:30 AM, so Sister Ping had gone upstairs to call them.
I finished the hot water A-Lian handed me, put on my shoes and socks, straightened my clothes, and left the private room. When I got to the lobby, my buddies were there. I was about to pay the bill when my chubby colleague quickly grabbed my wallet, saying that since I was treating today, they could pay for the foot massage. I was about to ask Sister Ping how much it cost when they quickly pulled me out the door, as if they were afraid I'd find out how much they'd spent. I chuckled to myself; these three must have done something bad. I have a deep-seated aversion to prostitution; I always feel that women in the sex industry are unclean and carry all sorts of diseases. So even if they offered me a experience on the second floor, I would refuse. But as for what kind of experience the "Forget-Me-Not" foot massage parlor offered on the second floor, I had no idea.
The guys left the foot massage parlor, instantly energized. The hangover from dinner had worn off, and they were ready to grab a late-night snack. I, however, couldn't keep up with their pace, so I politely declined their invitations, explaining I had to work overtime tomorrow and my computer would crash if I didn't get some sleep. They didn't insist. Just as I was saying goodbye, my chubby colleague pulled out a stack of coupons and gave them to me. He said the foot massage parlor gave free coupons based on spending, and since the three of them lived in the south of the city, which was too far, I was lucky to live nearby, so he gave them all to me. The three of them then disappeared into the night, chatting and laughing. I took the coupons from my colleague and quickly counted them—quite a lot! Those three must have gambled a lot upstairs in the private room; it was a good deal for me, the one who lived nearby. I stuffed all the tickets into my bag, hailed a taxi, gave the driver the name of my neighborhood, and settled into the back seat to wait for our destination. I'm not a local from Huai'an city; I'm just a migrant worker, far from home, all alone. Although my hometown county isn't far from the city, all my close friends and acquaintances are there. That feeling of loneliness is unbearable; the whole city feels cold and devoid of warmth.
(A-Lian, Part 3)
I don't know how much time had passed, but I remember it was after another business trip. Every time I went on a business trip, my bag would be filled with a huge stack of travel expense receipts—for meals, accommodation, gas, tolls, etc. They were all piled up in my bag, a complete mess. I took out all these scattered receipts, sorted them, and put them away neatly. Only when I was finally sorting them did I find the huge stack of free foot massage vouchers that Achao had given me last time. Achao is the chubby colleague mentioned earlier; I'll call him that for now since I might mention him again later.
First, I pasted all the receipts together and then filled out the company's travel expense reimbursement forms. It took me a long time to finish everything. After I finished, I suddenly didn't know what to do next. I'm working alone in Huai'an city, without any relatives or friends around. This feeling of loneliness often overwhelms me. I turned on the TV and aimlessly browsed some TV series and movies, either ones I'd already seen or new ones that didn't appeal to me at all. I turned off the TV and scrolled through Weibo on my phone, but I was still bored. That night was unusually boring, so boring that I wanted to find something to do, even just going for a walk. Just then, a few foot massage vouchers that Achao had given me caught my eye. I thought, since I'm free anyway, I might as well get a foot massage. So I took the vouchers, changed into casual sportswear, and went to the address on the vouchers. Yes, it was the foot massage parlor in Xiaokangcheng Alley—Forget-Me-Not. When I
arrived at the "Forget-Me-Not" door, I suddenly felt a little shy. Last time I came, it was partly because I'd been drinking, and partly because I felt bolder with a group of people. This was the first time I'd ever been inside a foot massage parlor in broad daylight. Office workers like us basically don't have time to go out and relax on weekdays, and on weekends we're either catching up on sleep or playing games; we wouldn't specifically go to a foot massage parlor. So, when I got to the door, I didn't go in immediately. Instead, I walked around the place for a bit. The second time I got to the door, I still hesitated to go in, but before I could even push it open, the glass door of the foot massage parlor opened. I saw it was none other than A-Lian. Seeing A-Lian again this time was a pleasant surprise.
Last time, A-Lian dressed very casually, and the waitress didn't bother to dress her up. This time, however, A-Lian was dressed much more alluringly. She had changed her jeans for a skirt, not a short one, but it still revealed a sliver of her fair calves. Her legs were slender, without an ounce of fat, and beautifully proportioned. Her top was no longer an oversized sweater, but a tight-fitting T-shirt, especially around the chest area, which accentuated her breasts. The neckline was wide, revealing a large expanse of her white skin. Her hair was also permed, and her bangs were meticulously styled, making her look both young and sexy. She wore high heels. She was completely different from the A-Lian from the countryside last time. I was so engrossed in looking at her that I didn't realize how long I'd been standing at the door until A-Lian finally spoke.
A-Lian: "How is it? Doesn't it look different from last time? I spent over 300 yuan on this perm, so expensive! Does it look good?"
Me: "It looks good. You still remember me, right?"
A-Lian: "I remember, you were my first foot massage customer, I remember."
As she spoke, she took my arm and pulled me into the foot massage parlor. After closing the door, A-Lian called out to Sister Ping, who was sitting at the counter: "Sister, get a small private room for this handsome guy."
Besides Sister Ping, several scantily clad young women were still sitting or lounging on the sofas in the reception area. One of the women, about A-Lian's age, joked: "Don't underestimate A-Lian just because she's new here; she already has repeat customers." A-Lian didn't shy away from the joke: "What repeat customers? This young man is my lover." This made me blush, but it made the group of foot massage girls burst into laughter, some even shaking with mirth. Amidst the girls' laughter, I followed A-Lian into the small private room behind the curtain, as if fleeing. Before A-Lian could open the door, I quickly unlocked it and slipped inside.
A-Lian: Don't pay them any mind, they just like to joke around. At first, I was shy and they kept joking around with me, but later I started joking around with them too. I found that joking around needs to be done often to become proficient, just like foot massage.
Me: Hmm, you're right.
A-Lian: Can I serve you?
I was brought here by A-Lian, so I thought her question was pointless, so I didn't say anything, just nodded. A-Lian smiled happily and quickly urged the waiter who replaced her to bring me the foot bath basin, and then she went to prepare the foot massage equipment.
The environment really can change a person. Thinking back to when I first graduated and entered society, I had the fearless heart of a newborn calf, hoping to do something earth-shattering and change the world. But job hunting and job changing time and time again, and then day after day, year after year of repetitive work, my ambitions have long been worn away. Now I just follow the boss and the team to get by. I still have the heart for innovation, but my actions about starting a business are gradually decreasing. Ah Lian was also changed by her environment. Just a month ago, she was a migrant worker from the countryside, but now she's a foot massage girl. Although she still earns hard-earned money, the taste of the money has changed. The sweat has flowed in different places, so the taste is naturally different.
Ah Lian (IV)
When I saw Ah Lian again, she was carrying a box into the private room. Opening the box, I found that the foot massage and pedicure tools were all there, no longer as hurried and messy as last time. A-Lian had me turn around and sit on the short stool where I had been putting my feet. I sat with my back to her, and she started massaging my back and arms. I told A-Lian that my voucher was for a foot massage and didn't include a back massage. A-Lian said it was okay, and that the back massage was free. Since the foot bath was relatively long, I didn't refuse. After expressing my gratitude, I followed A-Lian's instructions. A-Lian was very strong, probably because she had done farm work. Her massage strength was comparable to that of male masseurs in regular massage parlors. Unfortunately, I couldn't handle much pressure, so I asked A-Lian to lighten her touch. A-Lian's technique was no longer novice; it felt like that of a skilled worker. I had only been away for a month, and A-Lian's massage skills had already improved significantly. I didn't know if it was talent or the result of her hard work.
After the back massage, I comfortably lay back on the recliner. Ah Lian took my feet out of the foot bath, wiped them dry, and started cleaning the calluses from the soles of my feet. I watched as she took out foot massage tools of different sizes and widths and rhythmically moved them across the soles of my feet. Soon, the calluses on my soles fell like scraps of paper onto the disposable foot towels laid on the short stool.
A-Lian's top was very revealing today. With each movement, her white breasts changed shape, sometimes compressed, sometimes relaxed. No matter what, a large portion was always in my view. This voyeuristic gaze stirred my inner turmoil. I'm in my mid-twenties, and I know the allure of a woman's body. This scene instantly aroused me. I covered the tent with a thin blanket from the recliner to avoid embarrassment. I wanted to remind A-Lian that her breasts were too exposed, but I didn't want to scare her away. Then I thought, "Hey, I'm in a small foot massage parlor. Don't the masseuses know what they're wearing? Maybe I'm the one who's attracted to them." So I let go of my unnecessary worries and continued to enjoy A-Lian's impressive breasts from a customer's perspective. It was quite a sight. It
was just A-Lian and me in the private room, so we started chatting. At first, the conversation mostly revolved around our hometowns and local specialties. Through our conversation, I learned that A-Lian is from a rural area in a county under the jurisdiction of Huai'an City. Her hometown is in a township, while her husband's family lives in the countryside. Her husband works in Changzhou year-round as a steelworker. I heard that migrant workers' wages have been quite high in recent years, but they still suffer from the hardships of working away from home all year round. A-Lian originally wanted to go to Changzhou with her husband to live on the construction site, but her husband refused to take her with him. He wanted her to stay in their hometown to take care of the elderly and children. If she had free time, she could do odd jobs in the surrounding areas. A-Lian simply couldn't stand the farm work in the countryside. Actually, from what I heard, her in-laws didn't make A-Lian do too much farm work. Nowadays, planting and harvesting in rural areas are mostly mechanized. Manual farm work is nothing more than spraying pesticides, fertilizing, and weeding. A-Lian's main work at home is in her own vegetable garden, planting vegetables and melons, and tending to the garden. Even with these light farm jobs, she still has to face the soil. A-Lian particularly hates the soil and doesn't want to live a life of dealing with soil all day long. She envies the rural women in the surrounding areas who do odd jobs or have regular jobs, at least they don't have to face the soil every day.
A-Lian asked about my hometown and other information. When she learned I was still single, she seemed a little embarrassed. I could clearly sense that she adjusted her top slightly after learning I was single; the area of her chest that was exposed was no longer so large, but rather much more concealed. Why would a foot massage girl show this kind of change when dealing with married men versus single men? Or is it just A-Lian who exhibits this subtle change? I didn't ask,
and A-Lian certainly wouldn't tell me. Since we had chatted for a while, I became a little bolder and started joking with her.
Me: You just adjusted your clothes, you covered your chest up, I couldn't see it at all.
A-Lian paused, her face flushed slightly, and replied: Little brat, you haven't grown your pubic hair yet, have you?
Me: I've grown my pubic hair, you can see for yourself if you don't believe me. I was laughing and talking, thinking I'd gotten the better of A-Lian verbally. But to my surprise, A-Lian, after hearing my words, immediately pulled back the thin blanket covering my tent and reached in, making a real attempt to touch it. Startled, I jumped back and quickly bent my knees, covering the tent with my hand. A-Lian straightened up and burst into laughter, laughing at my lustful thoughts and lack of courage. She even laughed at how prominently my erection was. I hadn't been with a woman in ages, I didn't even know what a woman tasted like anymore, so after A-Lian's teasing, I immediately chickened out and dared not tease her anymore. A-Lian, on the other hand, became more interested in me and started talking about relationships.
A-Lian: You're not still a virgin, are you?
Me: No, not for a long time. A-
Lian: When did you stop?
Me: After high school.
A-Lian: Oh, we're about the same. I also started doing that in high school.
Me: What's up?
A-Lian: Losing your virginity. (A-Lian spoke casually, but only superficially; her ears were still very red when she mentioned it.)
A-Lian: Are you married now?
Me: No, I just got a stable job, I'm still young, no rush.
A-Lian: No rush? I'm a few years younger than you, my kids are already running around.
Me: There's no use rushing, I can't just marry any woman.
Hearing this, A-Lian sighed and said: That's right, marriage is a lifelong commitment. If I had married better back then, I wouldn't have to be out here earning this money. Everyone has their own life, I hope you can be successful and make your future wife's life easier.
Me: I will try my best.
A-Lian: You haven't dated anyone?
Me: I did, but we broke up.
A-Lian: How long has it been? Do you want me to introduce you to someone? Which of the girls around here have you taken a fancy to?
A-Lian was clearly joking with me, laughing as she spoke. Not to be outdone, I looked at her seriously and said, "I've got my eye on you."
A-Lian suddenly increased the pressure of her foot massage, making me cry out. She said, "You're just talking nonsense. I'm a woman with a man, and I've had children. How can I be as fresh and delicate as a young, unmarried girl?"
I continued, "What's the use of being fresh and delicate? You don't know anything, and I have to teach you myself. If it were you, a skilled worker, you'd know everything, wouldn't that be great?"
A-Lian suddenly increased the pressure again, knowing I couldn't handle it, but still squeezing so hard that tears welled up in my eyes. I quickly begged for mercy, saying I wouldn't joke like that again. A-Lian loosened her grip and finally let me go. I looked at A-Lian, not knowing if she was tired from the foot massage or embarrassed, her face was flushed, and her breathing was heavy.
A-Lian said I had no limits when it came to joking, and I sincerely apologized to her. A-Lian had kindly added a free service for me, and I really felt bad for joking with her like that. After finishing the last step of the foot massage, A-Lian said to me, "If you want to relax, there are private rooms upstairs, but I don't offer that service. However, I can introduce you to a girl, do you want?"
I put on my shoes and socks and then made one last joke to A-Lian: "If you do it for me, I'll go upstairs."
A-Lian replied, "Dream on." Then she carried the foot bath basin out of the private room. I straightened my clothes and made sure my erection was completely gone before leaving the private room. I showed my foot massage voucher at the front desk and was about to leave when Sister Ping called me back: "Hey handsome, you're still 10 yuan short." I said, "Wasn't it supposed to be free?" Sister Ping showed me the voucher. It turned out that last week's visit was a free trial, and expired vouchers cost 10 yuan. But 10 yuan wasn't expensive, so I didn't argue much. I just complained to Sister Ping about making the special reminders bigger next time, since these vouchers were actually paid for by A-Chao and the others.
As I was leaving, A-Lian came out too. I waved to her, and she waved back. Neither of us spoke, but we both had something on our minds, something to say next time we met.
A-Lian (5)
And so, whenever I had free time on weekends, I would go to "Forget Me Not" almost once a week. Whenever I went, A-Lian would serve me. Even if she was on duty, the other girls wouldn't touch me. They would wait until A-Lian finished with her previous customer before letting me go to the private room. My conversations with A-Lian gradually deepened, and we made more and more dirty jokes. A-Lian would always tell me different jokes, some from customers and some from the other girls. A-Lian was like a student, gradually accumulating various skills in the foot massage circle, from technique to conversation, slowly building up.
Seeing that my foot massage voucher was almost used up, I got a membership card for "Forget Me Not" foot massage shop at A-Lian's urging. At that time, there was a promotion where you get 200 free for every 1000 you spend, which helped A-Lian complete her task. The second weekend after I got my membership card, when I went to "Forget Me Not" (a massage parlor), I didn't see A-Lian. Sister Ping recommended Shui-Zhu to me. Shui-Zhu had good skin and big breasts. I asked Sister Ping where A-Lian was, and Sister Ping said A-Lian had gone home for a while. I asked Sister Ping when she would be back, and Sister Ping said she didn't know either. I was quite disappointed at the time and regretted not getting A-Lian's contact information, whether it was QQ or WeChat. If I had A-Lian's contact information, I could at least ask her when she would be back.
The Shui-Zhu girl who served me this time was not a simple technician. Her mind was not on giving customers foot massages at all. She kept teasing me to go to the private room on the second floor. So her technique and strength were not comparable to A-Lian's at all. When she massaged my back, her fingers would often intentionally or unintentionally wander to my chest and then rub and swirl her fingers on my chest. When she massaged my legs, she knelt on a short stool, exposing her huge breasts to me. I could even see her nipples that were not covered by her bra. The masseuse, Shuizhu, quickly finished my foot massage, giving it a perfunctory, painless feel. Then she asked if I wanted to go to a private room on the second floor, promising a comfortable experience. I asked Shuizhu what was different about the second-floor private room and what services were offered. Shuizhu wouldn't say; she wouldn't let me know until I went upstairs. I was both curious and afraid about the private room upstairs—curious about what kind of service the masseuse would provide, and afraid of any unpleasant experiences. In short, I had mixed feelings. After much deliberation, I didn't go up. While putting on my shoes, I casually asked Shuizhu if Alian offered services upstairs. Shuizhu rolled her eyes at me, asking if I couldn't live without Alian. I explained that I was just curious and didn't mean anything by it. Shuizhu said Alian didn't offer upstairs services; she only did foot massages. For some reason, I felt a little happy to receive this answer. Despite Alian's usual lewd jokes, she still had her bottom line.
After swiping my card and leaving "Forget-Me-Not," I realized that my weekly foot massage was actually just a way to chat with A-Lian. We talked about everything, except for our respective identities. We were basically good friends. I would sometimes subtly flirt with her, and once I even hugged her from behind. She wasn't angry, but she didn't agree either. I felt a subtle change had occurred in our relationship; she had become someone I could confide in in this unfamiliar city.
A-Lian, please come back soon.
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For the next two or three months, I didn't go to "Forget-Me-Not." Initially, it was because A-Lian wasn't there, and I wasn't interested. Later, I went on a long business trip, staying for two months on a project in Guangxi. By the time I returned, summer was over, and it was late autumn. Back in my rented room in Huai'an, I was still sorting through my travel receipts. While sorting through them, I found the membership card I had specifically gotten for A-Lian to complete her tasks. That night, I had nothing to do, and not knowing if A-Lian had returned, I decided to try my luck and took a taxi towards "Forget-Me-Not."
When I arrived at "Forget-Me-Not," I still didn't see A-Lian at the door. Just as I was about to leave, Shui-Zhu pushed open the door and called out to me.
Shui-Zhu: "Handsome young man, your A-Lian is back."
I turned around and smiled at Shui-Zhu: "Oh, then I'll wait."
Shui-Zhu welcomed me in, poured me a glass of water, and got me some melon seeds and pistachios. I ate while waiting, and after almost 15 minutes, I saw A-Lian. I was surprised. Because A-Lian didn't come out from the corridor of the private rooms on the first floor; this time, she came down from the private rooms on the second floor. A-Lian saw me when she came downstairs. She was stunned for a moment, then quickly smiled again.
A-Lian: "You're here."
I was speechless, not knowing what to say, and just nodded.
A-Lian asked again: "Are you providing services today?"
I stood still, neither shaking my head in refusal. Seeing my inaction, A-Lian took my hand and led me to a private room on the first floor. She also asked a waiter to bring my water glass and prepare a foot bath.
Once inside, A-Lian didn't say anything, and neither did I; everything proceeded as planned. While soaking my feet, I sat on a short stool with my back to A-Lian. She first massaged my back and arms. A-Lian's strength was considerable, much stronger than water droplets, and her acupressure points were very accurate; each pause was distinctly pleasing. After her back massage, I lay back on the recliner, facing A-Lian. She began cleaning my feet, removing dead skin from the soles, and then applied essential oil for a foot massage. A-Lian was very attentive, very focused. I didn't speak, and neither did she. When she finished my left foot and started massaging my right, I couldn't help but start a conversation with A-Lian.
Me: How have you been lately?
A-Lian: Not bad, how about you?
Me: I'm fine, I just got back from a business trip to Guangxi.
A-Lian: Where is Guangxi?
Me: Guangxi is in Northwest China, a relatively underdeveloped economic region.
A-Lian: I've never been to Guangxi. I've never even left Huai'an in my life.
Me: Really? You've never been to Nanjing, Lianyungang, or Yancheng?
A-Lian: No, I don't even know how to get there.
Me: Take a bus, or drive.
A-Lian: I can't drive, and I don't know how to get to other places. Am I really that unsophisticated? (A-Lian laughs self-deprecatingly after saying this)
Me: Of course not, you just haven't had time to go yet. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future. How about I take you sometime?
A-Lian: Okay, then you can take me sometime.
A-Lian and I chatted casually like this. I wanted to ask her why she had just come down from the second floor, and what had happened to her in the past two or three months, but I never mustered the courage to bring it up. A-Lian also seemed to deliberately avoid the topic; she didn't bring it up herself, and I didn't initiate the conversation either. But inside, I felt like I was being scratched by a cat. I didn't know why I felt this way. I even selfishly thought, "A-Lian is my A-Lian. How could my A-Lian go to the private room on the second floor?" But then I mentally slapped myself. Who do you think you are? What's your relationship with A-Lian? A-Lian doesn't owe you anything. You're not supporting A-Lian. I looked at A-Lian. Although her clothes were sexy and revealing, they didn't arouse any of a woman's allure or seduction towards a man. I don't know when A-Lian became my good friend, a confidante. Deep down, I didn't want my good friend to turn bad, but I was helpless.
After the foot massage, I waited for A-Lian to invite me to the second floor, but she didn't. She neither invited me nor, as usual, recommended another girl to the private room on the second floor. A-Lian suddenly fell silent, and I was speechless too. A-Lian bent down to put my socks and shoes on. Foot massage parlors don't offer this service, and I was about to stop her, but A-Lian was already helping me. I silently watched her put them on without a word, then she looked up and smiled at me—a simple smile, so simple it didn't reflect any inner thoughts, a forced smile. A-Lian told me the service was over, and if there were no other services, she would go about her business. I wanted to call her back, hoping to continue our conversation, but calling her back meant ordering other services, which I knew meant going upstairs. I didn't want to break the ice so quickly, so I didn't try to stop her.
A-Lian left the private room and closed the door. The voice announcement of number 66, the second-floor clock, came from outside. Number 66 was A-Lian's number.
I lit a cigarette, finished it, stood up, straightened my clothes, and left the private room. Suddenly, I felt a sense of disgust towards "Forget-Me-Not." I swiped my card at the front desk. Sister Ping noticed my pale face but didn't say anything. I walked out of "Forget-Me-Not" and spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground.
Ah Lian (VI)
From then on, I didn't go to "Forget-Me-Not" for a long time. I felt that there was no one or anything there that attracted me. Ah Lian might still be someone else's Ah Lian, but she was no longer my Ah Lian. As for the private rooms on the second floor, they were like Ah Lian, something I didn't want to uncover or understand.
About a month later, on a drunken night, I wandered to the door of "Forget-Me-Not" again, as if possessed. The cold air made the glass door of "Forget-Me-Not" fog up in circles, making it impossible for people inside and outside to see each other. The waiters standing at the door were too cold to greet guests outside, so they had to wipe the glass door with a cloth from time to time so that they could see the guests hesitating outside. That night I drank a lot, at least more than the first time I came to "Forget-Me-Not." I pushed open the glass door and saw a few familiar faces, including Ah Lian. Ah Lian was still dressed provocatively underneath, but she wore a down jacket over it. Because the room was very warm, Ah Lian's down jacket was open; all the girls in the room dressed like that, only taking off their jackets when guests were about to enter the private room. When I entered, Ah Lian was sitting with several girls eating sunflower seeds. When she saw me, she didn't come over to greet me or take my arm as usual. Ah Lian probably sensed the cold from me during our last encounter.
Sister Ping smiled and led me to the center of the reception area, then personally asked Ah Lian to serve me. Ah Lian put down her sunflower seeds and walked over to me. She acted as if we were meeting for the first time, but she definitely knew me.
Ah Lian: You're here, boss.
Me: Yes, I'm here.
Ah Lian: Can I serve you?
Me: Sure.
My conversation with A-Lian was brief and flat. A-Lian treated me worse than a stranger, which made me slightly annoyed, but I didn't show it. A-Lian instructed the waiter to open a private room, then led me towards one of the private rooms on the first floor. When we reached the stairs leading to the second-floor rooms, I grabbed A-Lian's hand and told her I wanted to go to a private room on the second floor. A-Lian glanced back at me, smiled—a smile that mocked all men for being lecherous—and then told the waiter to close the first-floor rooms and open another one for me on the second floor.
The reception area and the girls we knew all erupted in laughter and chatter when they heard I wanted to go to a private room on the second floor. A-Lian told me to go up first, that she'd come later. I asked why, and A-Lian said the service upstairs was special, different from downstairs, and the tools were different too. Suddenly, an image of A-Lian undressing in front of me flashed through my mind. A primal urge surged within me, making my mouth dry and my heart pound. I slowly climbed the stairs to the private room, each step feeling heavy.
When I reached the door, I hesitated. The last vestiges of reason and clarity in my mind told me that soliciting prostitution was wrong. But I wanted to have sex with A-Lian. It wasn't my first time with a woman, but it was my first time in a foot massage parlor. I was still scared. I even thought about what would happen if I got caught soliciting prostitution. These random thoughts raced through my mind. Just as I was about to turn and leave, A-Lian was already behind me. Because I had been drinking, I was completely dizzy and didn't even realize that someone was suddenly standing behind me. A-Lian pushed me into the private room and then came in herself.
The private room had a dim light, its orange glow filling the room with warmth and a hint of ambiguity. The air conditioning and television were on, but the dim lighting made it difficult to see each other's faces clearly, which relieved me. I had just experienced a mental breakdown, sobering up halfway and regaining some of my senses. It wasn't until I entered the room that I realized what it looked like. I had imagined the second-floor rooms to be brothels, with a large bed, walls covered in sex toys, and men being pushed around by the girls, their clothes stripped off piece by piece, and then the girls using various methods to get an erection before subjecting them to primal penetration. But the reality was that the second-floor rooms were similar, just with a different layout. The bathroom in the first-floor private room was a shower room on the second floor, fully equipped with toiletries. The foot massage sofas in the first-floor private rooms were also on the second floor, only larger and flatter. I couldn't tell the difference until I sat down on the sofa in the second-floor private room. The top of the second-floor foot massage sofa was soft, like a waterbed. Touching the waterbed, I imagined what would soon happen between me and A-Lian on it; desire temporarily took over. A-Lian handed me a cup of hot water and looked at me for a long time. Drinking the hot water she gave me, I felt much warmer.
A-Lian: How much did you drink?
Me: Not much.
A-Lian: What kind of service do you want today?
Me: The service only available in the upstairs private rooms.
A-Lian: The upstairs private rooms also have standard options, 298, 398, 498. What do you want?
Listening to A-Lian recite these numbers, I knew they represented different services. I didn't ask A-Lian to explain anything; I just told her to go with the most expensive service. After I finished drinking water, A-Lian took out a sealed set of clothes and handed it to me, telling me to go to the shower room in the private room to wash up and change into the service clothes. I took the set A-Lian handed me and went into the shower room.
Once inside, I turned on the tap, and the water temperature slowly rose until the shower room was filled with steam. I slowly took off my clothes, piece by piece, feeling as if I wasn't taking off clothes, but rather the social constraints imposed on me regarding good and bad men. I rinsed myself under the tap, the warm water a stark contrast to the chill outside. I washed for a long, long time, until A-Lian pushed open the door to see if I'd drunk too much and collapsed in the shower. I didn't turn around when A-Lian entered, but through the shower mirror, I saw her looking at my naked back with an indifferent expression, without a trace of emotion. Perhaps in A-Lian's eyes, I was just another face in the crowd like any other man. Perhaps she was used to it all. But the more indifferent she was, the more I felt that the A-Lian deep inside me was gone. But thinking about it, I was ridiculous. I'd personally ordered A-Lian to come to the private room on the second floor to serve me—wasn't that precisely to erase the A-Lian within me?! At that moment, I was exceptionally clear-headed. I thought that after I finished showering, I'd get dressed and leave the private room on the second floor. I would still be me. Even if A-Lian wasn't A-Lian anymore, I couldn't treat A-Lian like that. Yes, I couldn't do that!!
I had just turned off the tap when the shower door opened again. I was now turned around, facing the shower, and Ah Lian could see my entire naked front as she entered. I frantically searched for a towel to cover myself, but before I could find any, Ah Lian had already entered. At that moment, I was completely captivated by Ah Lian. She was already naked.
Time seemed to stand still. I stopped frantically searching for the towel or bath towel I had left under the sink by the door. The shower room lighting was different from the lighting in the outer room; it had LED lights, very bright, so Ah Lian and I were completely naked before each other. I had been drinking, and at that moment, Ah Lian looked more beautiful than a movie star to me. A-Lian had fair skin and a petite stature, but her breasts were quite large. When she entered, she was noticeably hunched over, but it couldn't hide her swaying breasts. A-Lian's long hair was tied up with a rubber band. The image of a naked girl with a ponytail lingered in my mind for a long, long time. A-Lian wasn't even wearing underwear when she entered, and her pubic hair was very thick. At least from my perspective, the pubic hair completely covered her lower triangle area. A-Lian didn't seem too embarrassed when she saw me staring at her blankly. She handed me a bath towel and told me to dry myself, change my clothes, and wait for her outside.
I was drying myself with a towel when A-Lian turned on the tap. The petite woman slowly washed herself under the running water. At that moment, I could only see her back; the water flowed slowly down her shoulders, over her slender waist, and up her firm, pert buttocks. It lingered on the small platform of her buttocks for a moment before continuing down her backside. I was already overwhelmed by A-Lian's sensual stimulation. My body was reacting intensely; my penis was hard and throbbing, unable to release. I wanted to immediately move behind A-Lian, to be enveloped in the warm water with her, to press my chest tightly against her back, to press her waist forward so that her buttocks could be raised at a sufficient angle, and then to thrust my hard penis directly into her body from behind. In my mind, I had completely possessed A-Lian, but in reality, I couldn't be so reckless. I felt I had been drying myself in the shower for a while, so long that I didn't want to leave. It was A-Lian who reminded me.
A-Lian: "Haven't you ever seen a woman before? Can't you get enough? Go out first."
I quickly pulled myself together, put down the towel, and took the service kit that A-Lian had given me as I left the shower room.
I unpacked the kit; it contained three pieces. The innermost piece was a disposable pair of underwear, and the outermost piece was a bathrobe that a regular bathroom provides for guests—short-sleeved shirt and shorts in summer, and long-sleeved shirt and trousers in winter. After changing, I lay down on the waterbed. This waterbed was quite special; it had a heating function. As I lay on it, I felt a warm sensation on the parts of my body that were in contact with it. The sound of water in the shower room hadn't stopped yet, and I actually felt a little sleepy on the warm waterbed. So, my body swayed on the waterbed, and I fell asleep.
A-Lian (7)
After I drink alcohol, my body becomes particularly dehydrated. Even though I was asleep, there was still a voice in my subconscious telling me to get up and drink water. Gradually, the voice grew louder and louder. When I opened my eyes, A-Lian was calling out to me: "Hey, are you planning to sleep here tonight?"
A-Lian saw that I had opened my eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. She poured me another cup of hot water and handed it to me. I took it from her and drank it all in one gulp. A-Lian had changed her clothes. Fresh from her bath, she smelled strongly of shower gel. She was wearing a sexy lingerie outfit resembling a Japanese kimono, made of silk, with only a thin, short neckline and a ribbon tied at the waist. There were no zippers or buttons, and the top was wide open, clearly revealing her large breasts swaying uncontrollably. It was obvious from the outside that she wasn't wearing a bra. Because the lingerie was so short, her underwear was exposed. I took a closer look; it wasn't ordinary underwear, but a waterproof bikini bottom. The three-piece bikini bottom only covered her private parts, and the T-shaped design completely exposed her buttocks. Whether viewed from the front, back, or side, A-Lian was incredibly alluring. Perhaps it was because I was drinking and wanted to have sex, but at that moment, I wanted to take her.
A-Lian, seeing me staring at her for so long, tightened her collar a little, somewhat embarrassed, and pulled her short, revealing lingerie down a bit. But this kind of barely-there lingerie—if it covered the top, it didn't cover the bottom; if it covered the bottom, it exposed the top. The designer must have been a master of eroticism.
A-Lian: "Staring like that, you men are all the same."
Me: "I can't really tell anything from other people, but I can't take my eyes off you. You're so beautiful."
A-Lian laughed at my glib tongue while directing me to turn over. I lay flat on the waterbed, face down, waiting for A-Lian's service. Once I was settled, A-Lian climbed onto the waterbed, straddling my waist. Her soft buttocks rested against my body, and I could clearly feel their soft flesh fitting seamlessly against mine. Then A-Lian began massaging my back, applying pressure gently, stimulating each acupoint one by one, with the same focused attention as the masseuse downstairs. A-Lian's massage technique was truly superb, even more professional than a professional masseuse. After the back massage, A-Lian turned her body around, her buttocks remaining on my waist. I could feel her two buttocks circling my lower back before stopping. This feeling was incredibly comfortable, and I slowly began to have a physical reaction. A-Lian then massaged my legs, from the soles of my feet to my calves and then to my thighs. Each time her fingers reached the groin, her pressure would gently stop, and her fingertips would lightly glide across my groin before... She climbed onto my hips, and Ah Lian's buttocks left my waist, sliding gently down to my back. I could feel her helping me take off my pants. Because of my weight, she couldn't easily pull them off. I made a slight plank position to create a gap between my body and the waterbed, but the waterbed was too shaky. As I braced myself, Ah Lian slipped off my back. Losing her balance, she gasped. Her left hand, being closer to me, grabbed my clothes. I quickly lifted her arm, twisted my body, and pulled her into my arms. Ah Lian and I looked into each other's eyes, incredibly close, our noses touching. I could feel her breath, the air just leaving her nostrils as I inhaled it into my lungs—air that tasted incredibly sweet, dozens of times sweeter than any air I'd ever breathed before. Ah Lian didn't immediately pull away. It was the first time we'd looked at each other so closely; the atmosphere was truly subtle. I slowly raised my head to kiss A-Lian, but she dodged my kiss. She supported herself with her hands, complaining about the swaying waterbed and my strong smell of alcohol. As she complained, she kept glancing around, avoiding my gaze. Although I couldn't see her eyes, her face was as red as the rising sun.
A-Lian then told me to take off my shirt and pants. I asked if I should take off my disposable underwear too. A-Lian called me a pervert. Actually, what I was really thinking was that since we were going to take the final step today, which meant making love, her coyness was really strange. Did she think she was a saint and I was a virgin? Despite my thoughts, I still wore my disposable underwear. A-Lian told me to continue lying flat on the waterbed and close my eyes. I sensed something erotic was about to happen. I closed my eyes and lay flat, hearing the rustling sound of A-Lian untying her kimono bra straps, then the sound of clothes brushing against her body and falling to the ground. Although I couldn't see with my eyes closed, I could imagine that A-Lian, like me, was only wearing underwear, and compared to mine, her underwear was pitifully thin. My lower body slowly swelled, thrusting against the waterbed.
Suddenly, something dripped onto my buttocks—a warm, liquid-like substance. Out of instinct, I glanced back at A-Lian and saw her spreading my legs wide. She knelt between my legs, holding a bottle of essential oil dissolved and heated in hot water, dripping it little by little onto my buttocks. As A-Lian swung the bottle, her breasts heaved, igniting my burning desire. When A-Lian saw me turn around and look at her, she quickly covered her chest with her hands, scolding me for being disobedient and telling me to turn my head away and close my eyes. I found A-Lian's childishness adorable, but I did as she said. I closed my eyes again, feeling A-Lian's essential oil massage on my buttocks.
The human senses are amazing; when you close your eyes, your hearing and touch become exceptionally heightened. I felt A-Lian dripping essential oil onto my buttocks, and then rhythmically moving her hands over them, applying the oil. A man's buttocks are also very sensitive, especially the groin and testicle area. My buttocks, groin, testicles, and erection were all covered in essential oil by A-Lian, leaving my entire buttocks feeling slippery. A-Lian's fingers would sometimes trace along my groin, sometimes make a stringy motion on my buttocks, her fingertips gently brushing against my sensitive areas, sending shivers down my spine. A-Lian was adept at controlling the rhythm; just when I felt the itch becoming unbearable, she would immediately stop her fingertips and use her palms to soothe my stimulated nerves. And just as I calmed down, her stimulation would immediately resume, relentlessly attacking my buttocks, groin, and testicles. A man's inherent restraint regarding sex crumbled instantly; I desperately needed a natural, spontaneous sexual encounter to quell the burning desire within me.
I've always considered myself to have strong self-control, but whether it was the alcohol or my long-standing affection for A-Lian, I was now completely responsive to her every whim, greedily demanding more. I thought A-Lian's oil massage was the peak of stimulation, but little did I know the real stimulation was just beginning. Just
as the oil massage on my buttocks was completely finished and my mind was calming down, I heard the sound of plastic being torn. I was so ashamed I didn't dare turn my head. Under A-Lian's onslaught, I had been moaning repeatedly, those desperate moans. A-Lian must be laughing at me to death. Just as I was worrying about A-Lian's mockery, a cool sensation suddenly came from my buttocks. As I was about to experience it, the coolness traveled along my buttocks straight to my anus, then settled firmly there. Soft, cool, silky, it swirled around my anus, making my buttock muscles tense to the extreme. I didn't even dare to breathe heavily; I felt like A-Lian was about to steal my anus's chastity. A-Lian sensed my tension and started talking to me.
A-Lian: Weren't you always curious about what services were available in the private rooms upstairs? Now you know, how does it feel?
Me: It's so stimulating, so enjoyable!
A-Lian: Since you're enjoying it, don't tense your buttocks. I can't continue serving you. Relax.
Me: Can you not stimulate certain areas? I can't take it.
A-Lian: It's okay. I'll just go in and out shallowly, not too deep. I don't have the strength for that.
Me: What did you use to go in? I can't feel any tool.
A-Lian stopped talking. I couldn't help but look back at A-Lian again. I saw A-Lian kneeling between my legs, without any tool in her hands. However, A-Lian's mouth was bulging, as if there was something in it. I suddenly remembered that when A-Lian was speaking, it seemed like she had something in her mouth the whole time, and her pronunciation was unclear. But because I was nervous, I didn't pay attention. I immediately realized that A-Lian's tool was her tongue. A-Lian had a chilled jelly in her mouth, no wonder it felt slightly cool. She blushed and quickly spat it out, clearly annoyed that I was looking back at her. She got up, put on her kimono, and stopped her service. I quickly got up and hugged A-Lian, assuring her that I would be obedient and wouldn't do anything else. A-Lian stayed in my arms for a moment, then told me to lie still and not to disobey.
I lay back down on the waterbed, waiting for A-Lian to continue her exploration. Soon, A-Lian returned to my legs, but she ordered me to kneel with my legs spread wide, fully exposing my rear to her. She didn't want to bend over anymore; she wanted to be comfortable. At that moment, I felt like a dog on its knees, exactly the same position I used to make the women I had sex with kneel. It was the first time a woman had ordered me to display my body in this way; I felt both ashamed and excited, a complex mix of emotions. Soon, the wet, cool sensation returned to my buttocks, and I tensed up again. A-Lian gently patted my buttocks, her voice muffled as she tried to relax me. I tried my best to relax, to stop tensing myself. Slowly, I felt the soft, cool sensation approaching my anus, gradually spreading my body open. Though it was very shallow, it was enough to send me into a state of ecstasy. My genitals swelled and ached from the stimulation. I longed to enter a woman's body, to quell the burning desire with sex. I couldn't help but moan again; A-Lian had completely conquered me.
Just as I was feeling blissfully ecstatic, the buttock service finally ended, and I breathed a sigh of relief. A-Lian didn't give my body a moment's rest or relaxation before turning me over to lie flat on my back. I knew the final step was coming soon.
A-Lian (8)
A-Lian took an eye mask from the bedside drawer and made me put it on. I said I would definitely close my eyes and not peek, but A-Lian still ignored me. However, A-Lian said that the feeling of the final step of the service was different with my eyes closed and with an eye mask on. With my eyes closed, I still had to use my eye muscles, but with an eye mask, the customer could completely relax. I thought A-Lian's words made sense, but the thought of not being able to see A-Lian's body and work while wearing an eye mask felt quite regrettable. I had finally turned over and could look directly at A-Lian, but A-Lian insisted on putting an eye mask on me. Once I put on the eye mask, everything was dark. I no longer needed to tightly close my eyes; it felt like entering a meditative space. Suddenly, I felt my pores expanding, and my sense of touch becoming unprecedentedly sensitive.
A trickle of warm liquid slowly dripped onto my chest, then down my neck, making my whole body feel as if it were being irrigated by a warm rain. I knew it was essential oil heated by hot water. The drops of essential oil were evenly dripped onto my body by A-Lian. When it first touched my skin, there was a slight burning pain, like being dripped wax by a queen. But gradually, the pain disappeared, replaced by a feeling of being enveloped by the warm liquid and a tingling, itchy sensation. I longed for this rain to continue forever, without ceasing. Just after the essential oil had fully covered me, I felt A-Lian, wearing a thong bikini bottom, slowly moving towards me from the bottom of the waterbed. It felt incredibly smooth. I could feel A-Lian's nipples moving forward little by little along my legs. The nipples had a very textured feel, and with a little pressure, they would sink into her breasts, squeezed between A-Lian's breasts and my leg muscles, leaving no room to protrude further. A-Lian's breasts were very soft and natural. Because she had given birth, they weren't as firm as a young girl's, but it was precisely this slightly drooping pear-shaped breast that most aroused a man's desire. They felt wonderful to the touch and exuded the aura of a mature woman.
Soon, A-Lian's two small hands climbed onto my chest, her body pressed completely against mine. Our naked bodies were now at zero distance, almost touching. I couldn't help but reach out and embrace her body as she slid over. Everywhere I touched was smooth and slippery. It turned out A-Lian had not only rubbed essential oil all over me, but also on her own chest and back. The air conditioning in the room, combined with our two hot bodies, had left us both covered in sweat. The sweat mixed with the essential oil made our point of contact incredibly slippery, requiring electric shocks to maintain our position. With strength, I held A-Lian's back, my hands sliding down her neck to her bare buttocks. Those buttocks were covered in essential oil, feeling not only bouncy but also incredibly smooth. My hands could barely hold her buttocks, and now it felt like grasping quicksand – the tighter I gripped, the faster it slipped away. A-Lian, seeing my hands playing with her buttocks, swayed her hips somewhat uncooperatively, unaware that this swaying made my lower body even harder. I could feel it, and A-Lian could feel it too; something was throbbing, trembling, struggling between our pressed bodies. And at that moment, this throbbing thing was pressing against the tiny fabric of A-Lian's pitifully small bikini bottom. The swaying had even made me feel it almost slipped into A-Lian's most private area. A-Lian realized this too; she stopped swaying, instead propping herself up with her arms, spreading my hands apart, and then naturally moving her buttocks forward, shifting them to my abdomen. The petite A-Lian at that moment was like a delicate, boneless beauty, as thin as a cicada's wing.
I felt A-Lian's center of gravity shift again, her upper body leaning forward. Her long hair naturally cascaded down her chest, the roots reaching my head, each strand brushing against my nostrils and lips, stirring my heart. Gradually, I felt more and more hair covering my face; A-Lian had lowered her head. I thought she was going to kiss me, but my lips remained silent. Just as I was wondering what was happening, my left ear trembled as if electrocuted. Something wet and soft had just taken my right earlobe into its mouth. Slowly, the area where my right ear was being held expanded, and heat... She slowly poured the fluid into my ear. It turned out that Ah Lian's mouth wasn't attacking my lips, but my ear. Ah Lian gently nibbled at my earlobe, the sticky, wet sounds from her mouth like an aphrodisiac, reaching deep into my soul, making my blood boil. Just as I was basking in the gentle embrace, her wet, slippery tongue, like a nimble water snake, probed deep into my ear canal. Good heavens, after my anus was first explored, Ah Lian was now exploring my ear canal for the first time. It was the first time I'd been so greedily licked and attacked by a woman's tongue. My ear itched terribly, and my heart itched even more unbearably. I grabbed Ah Lian's body, and relying on my memory of women's bodies, my hands went straight for her breasts. After my palms fully grasped Ah Lian's pear-shaped breasts, Ah Lian let out a soft moan in my ear, a sound like heavenly music that completely captivated me. I shamelessly played with Ah Lian's breasts, sometimes circling her nipples with my fingers, sometimes pushing them deep into her areolas. Two bodies, ignited by desire, desperately sought an outlet, yet each held their own reservations. Finally, A-Lian's lips left my ear, and without much thought, they covered mine. I quickly reciprocated, eagerly extending my tongue to pry open her teeth and greedily enter her mouth, sucking on her sweetness while searching for her soft, wet tongue. The moment we touched, we sucked hard on each other's tongues. I felt as if A-Lian was trying to pull out my tongue; the slight soreness did not slow our kissing; instead, it stimulated our tongues to intertwine. Our tongues separated and joined, sometimes exploring each other's mouths like searching for a hole, sometimes sweeping and licking around each other's gums. For the first time, I felt that kissing could bring me to orgasm. If there is no sex, kissing is one way to quell the fire of desire.
We kissed passionately for a long time, feeling like we were on a high plateau, until we were both breathless and temporarily separated. As soon as we parted, my head, guided by instinct, searched for A-Lian's lips again. The instant my lips touched hers, we kissed once more, repeating the passionate kiss we had just shared. I reached out my left hand and threw away the blindfold that was obscuring my vision. I saw A-Lian with her eyes tightly closed, two clear tears streaming down her cheeks. A-Lian was murmuring and sobbing. I quickly stopped kissing her, afraid to make any further advances, afraid of hurting her with too much force. But A-Lian didn't stop kissing; her tongue and lips continued to roam in my mouth. I wiped away the two clear tears from the corners of A-Lian's eyes. My heart ached; I felt that my presence today had hurt A-Lian. I felt I had shattered the image I had in A-Lian's eyes, and had laid bare everything about her that she didn't want me to see. I regretted drinking so much today, and even more so, I regretted coming to find A-Lian in a drunken rage, especially regretting that I had asked her to go upstairs.
A-Lian felt me wiping away her tears. She stopped our passionate kiss, opened her eyes, which were red-rimmed, and looked like a wronged little girl in front of me. A-Lian straightened up, covering her nipples with her hands, and lowered her head, refusing to look at me. I was overwhelmed with shame. I quickly went to her, opened my arms, and hugged the sobbing A-Lian. I tucked my head behind hers, so her body was no longer exposed to me, and kissed her hair, saying, "I'm sorry."
A-Lian's defenses completely crumbled. She no longer cared about her naked body, lowered her hands from her chest, and came behind me, embracing me tightly. At that moment, our hearts were incredibly close, the closest we had ever been since we met, and A-Lian's chest was pressed against mine, her nipples against mine. A-Lian sobbed on my shoulder for a long time. My desire had long since died down, replaced by shame. I knew everything was over now; we could never go back to how we first met.
A-Lian released her arms and broke free from my embrace. A little distance separated us. Our eyes met, our naked bodies laid bare. A-Lian no longer hid anything, but my gaze dared not stray. I turned my head away, refusing to look at her. A-Lian turned my head back to meet her gaze.
A-Lian: Am I pretty?
I nodded.
A-Lian: Am I your type?
I nodded.
A-Lian: Are we still good friends?
I nodded.
A-Lian: Am I dirty?
I nodded instinctively at first, then quickly shook my head. Seeing me nod and shake my head repeatedly, A-Lian chuckled; she probably already knew the answer. A-Lian pressed her body against mine, rubbing her breasts against my nipples, then offered her lips. I initially kept my lips tightly closed, wanting to stop my defilement of A-Lian. Seeing my closed lips, A-Lian whispered in my ear: "If you don't think I'm dirty, then please accept me." At that moment, I felt as if I'd been struck by an arrow, caught in a dilemma: continue the defilement, or stop? Accept it in my heart, or reject it in my heart? Before I could think any further, A-Lian had already pushed me down. Her head lowered to my crotch, her tongue enveloping my limp penis, gently licking and swallowing it. I quickly helped A-Lian up, no longer thinking about anything else, using acceptance as a form of redemption that wouldn't desecrate my soul. I kissed A-Lian passionately again, the service and being service relationship gone, we pressed together wildly. My disposable underwear was torn open by A-Lian, and her bikini was easily removed in our embrace. The waterbed shook violently, and my penis, once erect again, immediately slid down A-Lian's open legs. When I reached her entrance, A-Lian blocked my way with her hand, opening her eyes. I asked if she had a condom, and A-Lian shook her head, looking at me and saying, "I'm clean."
I pushed A-Lian's hand away, removing the last line of defense, and thrust in directly, mixing with essential oils, sweat, and A-Lian's silky fluids. At that moment, A-Lian gasped and took a deep breath. I was enveloped by A-Lian's tight vulva; the folds inside seemed to have a powerful suction force, holding my body in place. We spread A-Lian's legs apart, and I used both hands to push her legs to the sides, pressing down. A-Lian's paradise was opened to its maximum extent. This position allowed me to clearly see how our bodies joined together, and how my own body moved in and out. I took a pillow and placed it under A-Lian's buttocks, which caused her lower body to arch upwards at a certain angle. This allowed me to effectively receive our bodies together, going deeper and further. But in this position, A-Lian would cover her eyes in embarrassment, and she wouldn't listen when I told her to remove her hands. So I changed the position. I had A-Lian straighten her legs, and I knelt on the outside of her joined legs, pressing my upper body completely against hers. My hands covered her breasts, and I occasionally licked her nipples with my tongue. A-Lian would moan softly from the stimulation. It turned out that A-Lian, like me, had particularly sensitive breasts. I placed another pillow under A-Lian's head so she could arch her body and suckle my nipples. This position was my favorite and most enjoyable. Because A-Lian's legs were closed, her clitoris was more easily stimulated by our thrusting motion. Also, being completely covered by my body gave her a special sense of security. Finally, we reached our climax together. Ah Lian pressed her hands against my buttocks, pushing hard inside me. I increased the amplitude and force of my thrusts until I ejaculated all my semen. Ah Lian seemed to convulse, wrapping her arms around my back, locking me tightly. Her body trembled violently, and her lower body seemed to be sucking at my groin with even greater force. We were covered in sweat, and my eyes were also blurred by the sweat, feeling a bit sore. Our hair was also full of sweat. We locked our bodies together, our tongues making a final entanglement in each other's mouths, unwilling to let go, unwilling to release each other, wishing that this moment could stay a little longer.
I gently picked up A-Lian and we walked into the shower room together. We kissed and washed each other's bodies. As soon as we dried off, I felt aroused again. I pressed A-Lian against the toilet, letting her arms hold onto the closed toilet seat. I knelt behind her and licked her vaginal opening with my tongue. At first, A-Lian struggled to resist, but when my tongue touched her clitoris, she completely gave up. Her buttocks stopped twisting in refusal and instead spread her legs wide open so that my tongue could cover a larger area of her vulva and penetrate deeper into her paradise when it became erect. After everything was wet, I straightened up, held A-Lian's waist, and slowly slid my erect penis into her body. A-Lian cooperated by swaying her body back and forth and twisting her slender waist. I enjoyed it there, feeling the swallowing and enveloping of A-Lian's vulva. We went in and out like this for a long time, and then we released again in the shower room. In this position, A-Lian's already tight vagina exerted even more pressure, and after I ejaculated, it was quickly expelled from her body. The semen flowed out of her vagina. A-Lian was exhausted and didn't rush to get up and wash herself, remaining prone until the semen flowed down her legs and onto the floor. Only then did she get up and we did a final rinse together.
I put on my clothes, and A-Lian tidied herself up and cleaned up the mess, including the shower floor. A-Lian told me to rest for a while and she would leave first. I saw her to the door, and just as I was about to close it, A-Lian turned back and kissed me again, saying, "This isn't what you think. Listen to me, don't come here again."
After saying that, A-Lian closed the door herself. After the lock clicked shut, the small second-floor private room where I was was fell silent, without a sound. I pondered Ah Lian's last words to me, unable to make sense of them. But deciding not to come to the private room on the second floor again was the right thing to do; in such a place, few men could resist the temptation to cross the line. I waited for about ten minutes, then went downstairs again. Ah Lian wasn't in the reception area. The proprietress said I'd spent too long in the private room and would have to pay extra for extra time. I gave my card to Sister Ping and told her to use up the entire balance. Sister Ping was surprised but complied. She promised Ah Lian a large commission for this transaction. Looking at Sister Ping's beaming face, I felt truly disgusted. She was the one running this place, ruining countless men and women. But existence is its own justification; it's hard to say who's right and who's wrong, the perpetrator and the victim. In my heart, I promised Ah Lian I would never come to "Forget-Me-Not" again. I wanted to say goodbye to A-Lian and get her contact information so we could meet outside and not continue our friendship in this awkward place where we met. But all I got was Ping's reply about A-Lian resigning.
Me: Ping, where's A-Lian? I want to talk to her about something.
Ping: A-Lian's gone. You're lucky you came today; if you'd been half an hour later, you wouldn't have seen her.
Me: What do you mean?
Ping: A-Lian told me she was quitting after her first order this morning. I said I needed to report to the boss, and while I was waiting for his reply, you came. I thought she'd refuse your order, but she did. It's clear she treats you differently from others.
Me: Don't lie to me!
Ping: Why would I lie to you? Ask Aquarius or someone else.
Me: Can I have her contact information?
Ping: I'm sorry, we absolutely do not provide our staff's contact information to customers. It's a matter of privacy. Please understand. Don't worry, I'll definitely give A-Lian your commission for today's order. I'll transfer it to her via WeChat later.
I kept pestering Sister Ping for A-Lian's contact information, but she wouldn't give it to me after a long time. Finally, Aquarius came over and tried to persuade me.
Aquarius: Handsome, forget about A-Lian. If you want a foot massage or other treatments in the future, just contact us. A-Lian has already retired from this business and will definitely not come back.
Me: Why?
Aquarius: Well, to tell you the truth, A-Lian has paid off her debts and redeemed herself.
Me: What's with all this nonsense?
Ping glared at Shui Ping, who was about to speak but swallowed back her words. I pressed Ping for answers, and she reluctantly pulled me into a private room to tell me the truth. It turned out that A-Lian had disappeared for a while because her husband had fallen from a height while working on a construction site in another city. Because her husband was a day laborer with no employment contract or insurance, the contractor responsible for him ran away after the accident. A-Lian, her in-laws, and their child took her husband home and treated him at a local hospital, exhausting all their savings, but he remained in a vegetative state with no improvement. Desperate, A-Lian returned to "Forget-Me-Not" and borrowed money from Ping. Ping, seeing A-Lian's plight, lent her the money, but made her sign an IOU. A-Lian had borrowed from all her relatives and friends, and had no other skills to survive. Her family depended on her for food, and her husband was bedridden. With no other options, A-Lian begged Ping for work. Ping sympathized with her but was also helpless.
After returning, A-Lian went to the private rooms on the second floor and started offering male health services. Her income doubled significantly. Because A-Lian was hardworking and had a good appearance and figure, many men sought her services, taking away a lot of business that originally belonged to the Aquarius girl. However, everyone knew how hard A-Lian had worked, and some even pushed their clients onto her. Thinking about the immense pressure A-Lian's frail shoulders bore, I felt terrible for rubbing salt into her wounds.
For the past six months, A-Lian had been working, supporting her family, and paying for her husband's medical treatment, while intermittently paying back the money she owed Sister Ping. Two months ago, A-Lian's husband couldn't hold on any longer and passed away. Although she no longer had to pay exorbitant medical bills, the debts were still substantial, especially the money owed to Sister Ping. Sister Ping had initially offered to waive some of A-Lian's debts, but A-Lian insisted on using her salary to pay them off, especially since her family depended on her. Finally, A-Lian paid off all the debts she owed Sister Ping, and after her last client, she met me.
I fought back tears as I listened to Sister Ping tell A-Lian's story. A-Lian had told Sister Ping not to tell outsiders, especially not me, about her family affairs. In everyone's eyes, I was an unusual customer for A-Lian—the only customer she didn't want to take to the private room on the second floor. I snapped at Sister Ping, asking why she hadn't told me sooner, and why she had made A-Lian a prostitute. Sister Ping thought I was being unreasonable. She firmly told me that her foot massage parlor didn't have any prostitutes.
I said, "You're vicious! You're making such a good girl work as a prostitute to pay off debts?"
Sister Ping replied, "Please show some respect! The girls here aren't prostitutes! My biggest service is 498, which is butt sex! It's not prostitution. My girls all have their bottom lines! A-Lian also has hers. She may seem unclean to you, but she's clean to me—a hundred times cleaner than all the respectable men out there. Please don't come back! Leave now!"
With that, Sister Ping slammed the door and stormed out, muttering, "What a piece of trash!"
I plopped down on the sofa, thinking about everything that had just happened with A-Lian. I recalled her words:
"Am I dirty? I'm clean. Am I dirty? I'm clean. Am I dirty? I'm clean. Am I dirty? I'm clean."
"This isn't what you think. Listen to me, don't come back."
A-Lian's words brought tears to my eyes. I felt so dirty, inside and out. I had not only dirtied myself, but I had also dirtied A-Lian.
When I left "Forget-Me-Not," pairs of eyes stared at me as if they wanted to devour me. The word "dirty" took on a new meaning for me that day. Sometimes what you see isn't necessarily true.
Some people live elegantly, some live desperately. A-Lian taught me the meaning of "dirty" in my life. I never saw A-Lian again, and I didn't deserve to see her, or even to receive her forgiveness. But I know that, to A-Lian, I was treated uniquely.
Living, dirty, dirty, living... ...

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