[My Years at the Club] [Author Unknown]

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I. Entering the Industry

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: 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 such a beautiful woman would do this.

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

Anyone who has been to a bathhouse and hired prostitutes knows that the basic procedure 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 for a living—introducing services to customers while they hung up their clothes. For the first two weeks, my penis would involuntarily get hard every time I introduced the services, as if I were about to do it myself. I was afraid of being discovered, which made me quite uncomfortable for a while. However, this feeling disappeared after two weeks. I could talk confidently with customers, almost like a salesperson promoting appliances in a department store, and my mind stopped wandering. But there were still two places in the sauna that made my heart race—the lounge and the massage rooms. The lounge, where customers rested and received 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 porn in college, I still couldn't control my penis. Plus, Chen Yan always had her butt sticking out when she talked to customers, which made me have all sorts of fantasies. The massage rooms, also known as sex rooms, stimulated me primarily through auditory stimulation. The provocative moans of the women were unbearable. The staff in the changing room weren't allowed to linger around the rest area and massage rooms, which only increased their allure. So, I would sneak off to these places whenever I had a spare moment, hoping to be reassigned so I could see and hear as much as I wanted.

Secondly, familiarity

. Soon, I had been here for over a month. 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 beautiful woman here. As long as you had money, you could have 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 rising and falling. It made me feel uncomfortable for a while, and I masturbated almost every day back in my dorm, 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 much, just like when I listened to a female teacher 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.

Third, Chen Yan

. I've always had a good impression of Chen Yan because in the six months I've been at the sauna, I've never seen her work. She only promotes girls in the lounge. Because she's so incredibly attractive, many customers ask, "I'll do it, but only with you." Each time, the customers are disappointed. For a long time, Chen Yan would whisper something in a customer's ear, and almost all the customers 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, since 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 agreed. 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 messed up too much. Just as I was checking the trash can, I stopped. There was a used condom lying inside. Did I forget to clean it 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, but if a customer insists, she'll pay 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? Damn it, I work hard for a month and don't even 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.

Fourth, becoming a supervisor.

It seems my adaptability is pretty good. After working in the sauna for 8 months, I actually became a supervisor here. Actually, 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 not say things you shouldn't. The key was that the previous supervisor left, and most of the older employees before me had also left. I naturally became the supervisor. Don't underestimate this position. I was envious of this job when I was a waiter. Not to mention that I didn't have to do any work, just scheduling the girls was a lucrative job. (Scheduling means that when a customer comes in and wants a girl, you are responsible for going to the girl's room to choose her.) Which girl doesn't want to work more? But if you want to work, you have to get past me first. I don't pick and choose. Even if you look like an angel, it won't help. So the girls all started to fawn over me. I'm not bragging. The cheapest cigarettes I smoked back then were Taishan, but they had to be 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 and slapping their butts 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. Prostitutes could stay there if they didn't have anywhere else to live. 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, firstly because it would be inconvenient for work later, and secondly because 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.

Five, Losing My Virginity

Haha, seeing this subheading makes me laugh. The "losing virginity" I'm referring to is "losing virginity as a man," which is myself. They say I'm "untainted by the mud," but Hu's mom says that 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 get off 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 surprising. In a place like that, you can't act like a little kid. You have to act like an adult. Chen Yan loves to play. Sometimes after dinner, we'd go to a bar for drinks. Once, at a hot spot, they were throwing plush toys offstage. I grabbed one for her, and she got excited like a child, hugging my neck and kissing me. Damn, 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. She'd been in this line of work for over four years by the time she was 20, and had been a mom 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. 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 flinch, saying lecherously,

"Go on, I'll let you see as much as you want when I 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 back soon, haha." I grabbed a jacket and rushed downstairs at the hotel.

Soon I had 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. So I held back.

Seeing that it was about time, I teased her, "Now that we've eaten barbecue and drunk 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, go away!"

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

I pretended to be calm, but my heart was pounding, probably because I was thinking about doing *that* kind of thing. I kept swallowing, and 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. Her smile was truly captivating; her little nose even perked up, and she had two small dimples. Her massage uniform had few buttons, just a single strap that opened easily. With that pull, her two full, white breasts were completely revealed before my eyes. To be honest, I'd never seen such beautiful breasts in porn or adult films—firm, round, and, most importantly, the areolas were pink, unlike the usual brown or black ones on most women, which looked disgusting. Perhaps because she was also aroused, her nipples were very erect. "Isn't it beautiful?" she asked. "

Beautiful, really beautiful," I said, swallowing hard.

Our work uniforms were Adidas running suits, the thicker kind, but my penis still strained against them. "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, were you tired from going out earlier? Let me 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've come 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. She also took off her clothes and pressed her soft little hands on my shoulders. It felt so comfortable. How could her hands be so long? As I was thinking this, she pressed her whole body against 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 so much before!

"Turn around," she said softly.

I obediently turned over and lay on the bed. Suddenly, she straddled me, leaned down, and slowly kissed me, starting from my neck. Her warm breath gently caressed my pores, and my throat felt dry; I could hear my own heartbeat. "Are you nervous?" she asked.

"Um, I... this is 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, but just before reaching my penis, she avoided it, continuing to suckle down my thigh. I felt like my penis was about to explode, and my lower abdomen was so swollen and uncomfortable. "Ah!"

She suddenly took my penis into her mouth, and I could clearly feel 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 when masturbating before. But, strangely enough, 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 right now!

At this moment, she stopped. I looked up and saw her take a raincoat out of the drawer, unpack 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... 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 afterward, I became deeply immersed in this state of indulgence, unable to extricate myself, and completely out of control. 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 truly felt that this was my paradise, but later, I experienced something I never wanted to experience again in my life.

Six, Russian Miss

In Qingdao in 2000, there weren't many bathhouses with Russian women. That very 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 vaguely remember one being named Natasha, the other Lisa, and I've forgotten the other one—basically, most Russian women had similar names. My first impression of our sauna was how strong the Russian women were. They were all about my height (I'm 180cm), with blue eyes, thick legs, and long, golden 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 unbearable! It carried far on the wind. Later, as soon as a Russian woman entered our room, we could smell her and exclaim, "Hmm, Russians here!" I'm not exaggerating at all.

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 I 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. Seven

, Northeastern Customers

: Most of our customers are from Qingdao, but sometimes we run into people from other places, and then we're in trouble—we go all out. 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 we had them separate. The oil massage was charged separately for an hour (380 yuan). Adding the foot massage, pedicure, and general 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 truly 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 the girl was surprisingly hesitant, saying she didn't know how. I told her to stop, 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 out 50 yuan from the bar and gave it to him, and he was very grateful and said 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, and who knows if 50 yuan would be enough.

8. The Scoundrels

During my two years working there, I encountered several of those scoundrel customers—the kind who come with no money but still try to show off. Once, four people came with three free coupons. I don't know where they got them from. All four were dressed like migrant workers. But the customer is king, and besides, many people who come to us aren't 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 pay much attention to their appearance. But these four were definitely... They were four really poor guys. They spent over half an hour in the bathroom, trying everything from the dry sauna to the steam room and the seawater bath. That was still considered 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 like these guys were done for 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 less they left. One of the staff even fell asleep on the sofa. That wouldn't do, so I went over and said we were going home. Only then did those four poor guys reluctantly go to the changing room. You have to say, these guys were a bunch of scumbags (Qingdao dialect, meaning something like filth). The three who got dressed first left without saying a word. The last one, the old guy, was paying the bill, and that's when the trouble started. He insisted on waiving one of their bath fees. I said, "Sir, you already have three free vouchers. You just took a bath and didn't spend anything else, so I can't waive that bath fee." Unexpectedly, that old man got angry, implying that he wouldn't give a discount even with so many people coming. Seriously, if you don't have money, just be honest and don't make such a fuss. A bath costs 48 yuan plus 30 yuan for tea, a total of 78 yuan, and he actually wanted me to give him a discount! Folks, don't you think that's 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, take it or leave it!" 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 this old man, almost at the door, muttered, "Damn, you little bastard (a Qingdao swear word)." I was furious. Luckily, there was a bottle of Corona on the table. I grabbed it and dragged it over, but that old bastard was quick and dodged it. Damn it, he ruined my bottle of wine!

Another time, four men, after showering, all wanted girls. One of the guys, with curly hair, said after a while, "Let's change her. It's normal. We have many customers. Maybe we weren't able to see clearly when we were choosing, or maybe the girl smelled. Changing is normal." So I changed her to another one. Unexpectedly, after about ten minutes, the girl came out looking unhappy. I asked her what was wrong, and she said, "They took off all my clothes, and I touched her all over. She said she didn't want it anymore." I thought for a moment and told her, "It's okay, we'll talk about it later." Then I went back and asked the guy, "Brother, should I change you to another one?" "No, I don't want it," he said. I didn't know what to say then because his three friends hadn't come out yet. After a while, they wanted to pay, so I gave them 100 yuan. After all, the girl was undressed, and I touched her; 100 yuan wasn't unreasonable, was it? These four people were probably treated by one person, not the one who arranged the prostitute. They seemed quite happy and didn't say anything, but this curly-haired waiter wasn't finished. He said, "I didn't do anything, why should I get 100?" I said, "Brother, the prostitute was all naked, you've touched her as you wanted, give her 100 as a token." "No way! No need to pay!" Curly-haired grabbed the person settling 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 said, pulling the others away. Maybe I was too irritating, because the waiter settling the bill 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 basically, I don't do anything for them, like bringing them food to their rooms (usually instant noodles, since they can't come out, the waiters bring 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—that kind of behavior has always disgusted me, and I still despise men who hit women, even today. Yet, I did it myself.

Another woman I remember vividly was "Boba" (Big Boobs). She was more like an "older sister" than a prostitute. Boba was over 30 at the time, I forget her exact age, but she said her children were already in school. She was the only local Qingdao prostitute I ever saw. On her first day, she wore a tight, bright red off-the-shoulder sweater. Her breasts were truly "bursting." I remember her sweater was so stretched it looked like it was about to burst; it jiggled with every step. I even joked with her, saying, "Older sister, I think you don't need to do anything 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 test her "busty" skills, but after talking to her, I learned she has 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 taking one or two jobs and then leaving. So I believed what she said and never touched her. When arranging her shift, I tried to prioritize her. Later, when "busty" left, she gave me two "Taishan" cigarettes, but I didn't take them. She became one of the few girls I 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 because of their irregular lifestyles. The "Northeast girl" once made me wonder, "Why would someone so pretty work as 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, doing anything for money. Ultimately, she felt she earned more working in a sauna. I asked her when she planned to stop, and she said, "I'll do it for another 3 or 4 years, and then I'll earn..." She saved up money to open a small shop in Northeast China, married an honest man, and that's how many prostitutes go down this path of decline, just like the "Northeast girl." It's basically the same story. Many clothing stores in Qingdao were previously run by prostitutes; you can tell by their clothes and the color scheme of their shops—they're practically brothels.

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

Ten, condoms.

Condoms are a very common item in our area, and we need to stock up on them. The condoms used by the prostitutes and their clients are all provided by us. When I first arrived at the sauna, my heart would pound when I handed condoms to the prostitutes in the room. Even when I saw used condoms in the trash can while cleaning the room, my heart would race. I kept thinking about what the owners of the condoms must feel. This is not surprising, because I was still a virgin at the time. Actually, you could call me 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 truly skilled; she did it three times in one night. It wasn't that I had a strong 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 was the one doing all the work. After the three rounds, 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 prostitute 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 woman, 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, 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 and said, "Damn it, how can I not be scared? Do you really have that disease?" She smiled and said, "I don't have such a high-level disease, I was just teasing you." I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Go to hell, if it were true, I would kill you." I said that, but I was still unsure. I thought I had to get checked out. I don't know what happened that night, but when I got back to the rest room, I felt a little pain there. I was really panicked at the time, thinking that I might really have it. I got sick, which seems ridiculous now. Even if I had been infected, there wouldn't have been any symptoms so quickly. But I didn't know that then, so I decided I had to go to the hospital for a checkup the next day. Actually, I later learned that even if someone is HIV-positive or infected, it's impossible to detect it so quickly; it takes at least a month. That idiot scared me so much that I went to the hospital several more times, even to different hospitals. The first two times, I didn't believe I was fine, and the doctor even yelled at me, "Are you hoping to get sick?" He probably thought I 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. That scared the hell out of me! From then on, no matter how clean a woman seemed, I insisted on using condoms. Thinking about it, that idiot woman actually helped me.

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