I massaged the lady's feet.

I Massaged a Prostitute's Feet
Author: Unknown
Word Count: 3753
One evening in July this year, I went to a roadside stall for dinner at the invitation of a friend. My friend and I are about the same age and have a
very good relationship. However, we are usually busy with our own work and rarely have time to get together. So, after we met,
we ate, drank, and chatted until about 10 pm. After dinner, my friend was still not satisfied and suggested
going to a nearby karaoke bar.
Actually, I also felt that the weather was quite hot, and I wouldn't be able to sleep if I went back, so it wouldn't hurt to find a place to have some fun. However
, I had never been to a karaoke bar before. I had only heard from friends who had been there about how the prostitutes were and
how happy they were there, etc. My impression was that although karaoke bars are places for singing and entertainment,
most people who go there are not simply there to sing. Anyway, because I had never been there, I had always been
curious about it and wanted to find an opportunity to experience it. My friend's suggestion perfectly matched my long-held wish, so we
agreed without hesitation.
The karaoke bar wasn't far from where we were eating; it was a three-story white building situated at
the intersection of a highway and a small river. [This section is hidden; you have already replied. The following is hidden content.] Since the highway
wasn't a main road, there weren't many cars, making it quite quiet. However, many cars were already parked downstairs,
filling the already small open space. Inside, the lights were bright, and the sounds of men's boisterous shouts and women's
coquettish laughter rose and fell.
"This place is nice, spacious and quiet, lots of beautiful women. But they're quite proper; you come here
to sing and chat, nothing else," my friend said, clearly familiar with the place.
We quickly booked a relatively large private room.
After the waiter brought tea, several bottles of beer, and a few plates of melon seeds, he asked, "Sir, would you like some ladies to sing with you?"
"Are there any ladies left?" my friend asked.
"Yes, yes. There are more than a dozen. Would you two prefer someone prettier or someone more generous?"
the waiter hurriedly asked.
My friend asked him to call all the ladies over to take a look, and sure enough, a few minutes after the waiter left, a dozen young
, beautiful, and fashionably dressed ladies rushed into the room and stood in front of us.
My friend first chose a tall lady with long, flowing hair, and then gestured for me to choose. Faced with a
group of outstanding, youthful, and charming ladies, I was truly dazzled, hesitant, and
my heart was pounding. They were all very beautiful, and all had voluptuous figures, making it
difficult to choose. But these weren't what interested me the most, so my gaze didn't
linger on their faces or bodies for long, but immediately shifted to their feet. Most of them were wearing extremely sexy high-heeled
sandals and were barefoot, with only a few wearing sheer flesh-colored or gray stockings. A dozen or so pairs of beautiful feet, each unique in shape
, lined the ground, radiating youthful energy under the high heels. Some feet were fair and
delicate, with neat and dainty shapes; others were slightly large with short, thick toes; some had long, slender toes with gaps between them
; some had neatly arranged, straight toes forming a natural, soft curve from the big toe to the little toe;
and some had slightly curved toes… Each small, adorable toe peeked out from the shoe's tip, seemingly
greeting me. In those brief few minutes, I felt my face flush and
my heart race. Those beautiful feet, each with its own unique charm, seemed to be right next to my burning lips, and I longed to bite them
down and swallow them whole. Because my gaze kept sweeping over the women's feet, I wondered if they noticed
my thoughts; some of them began to secretly smile. After comparing several options, I finally chose a pair of feet—white,
delicate, and small, without stockings, clad in red strappy high-heeled sandals, with a perfectly shaped foot. Looking up, I saw the owner wearing
a sleeveless, tight-fitting top, carrying a cream-colored handbag, and a floral skirt. She was a well-proportioned
, voluptuous woman with beautiful features and fair skin, and she was smiling at me. I immediately felt a connection and decided to keep her
.
The woman generously sat down next to me on the sofa, poured a beer for both of us,
and then began flipping through a songbook to choose a song. The air conditioning was on, and I could clearly feel her body temperature
spreading rapidly throughout my body like a warm current. The subtle fragrance emanating from her body wafted into my nostrils and permeated my
lungs. Even before she started singing, I already felt ecstatic. My gaze never left the young lady's
captivating feet. They rested on the floor about two or three feet away, probably a size 36
, bound by narrow straps of sandals, mostly exposed. Her fair instep was smooth and
even, without a single prominent vein. Her toes were neatly aligned, perfectly straight,
without any protruding joints, and her unpainted toenails were glossy and transparent. These were the bare feet I loved most, for without the covering of stockings,
they displayed utter natural beauty; without nail polish, their pristine purity remained undisturbed. For a long time, I've
believed that a pair of naturally beautiful feet, unless confined by stockings and painted with
nail polish due to the occasion or weather, is tantamount to gilding the lily for the admirer. Today, faced with the allure of these small, sexy
feet, I had already decided in my mind: tonight, they were mine.
The hostess selected a few songs for me to sing along with, and my friend and his hostess ordered a whole bunch. We
started taking turns singing, one line at a time. My mind was completely absorbed in the hostess's feet, and I
had absolutely no interest in the listless songs, so I just half-heartedly went along with them.
The hostess next to my friend seemed unusually lively, and my friend was belting out songs at the top of his lungs, refusing to put down
the microphone. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I pulled the hostess to a sofa: "Let's take a break."
During the break, I chatted with her, asking her name, age, where she lived,
who else was in her family, how long she was in school, what she did before coming to the karaoke bar, and so on. The hostess
was very touched by my questions, saying, "I've met so many customers, and no one has ever asked me about myself or my family before."
They just wanted me to sing and dance with them, occasionally asking my age. Who would care what I did before
or my family situation? "You seem quite thoughtful." During our conversation, I learned her name was Jiaojiao, from the south,
22 years old, and she dropped out of school after junior high to work. She had been in Beijing for two years, originally
working as a waitress in a restaurant, working over ten hours a day from dawn till dusk for very low pay. She later
got the job at a karaoke bar through a fellow villager's introduction. We started with this topic and talked about our understanding and feelings about the hardships of migrant workers.
Jiaojiao was quite talkative, and her views on some issues were particularly insightful and profound. Before we
knew it, we were having a very pleasant conversation, and the distance and awkwardness between us disappeared. Later, while we were having a quick drink
, I changed the subject: "You're quite pretty." She clearly loved hearing that, and immediately
smiled, but didn't forget to be modest: "So-so." My gaze once again focused on her feet
: "Your sandals are so pretty, even your feet are so beautiful and sexy."
I clearly noticed that Jiaojiao's face immediately flushed red, and her gaze immediately shifted to
the sandals she was wearing. Then she said shyly, "Oh, these sandals only cost ten yuan, they're made of synthetic leather. They
look nice, but the heels are too high, wearing them all day is exhausting." "Then quickly take off your shoes and put your feet on the sofa to
relax." Jiaojiao was obviously willing to do so, bending down and taking off her sandals in a few quick movements, placing them neatly to the side,
and then putting her legs on the sofa, her little feet completely exposed to my eyes.
Looking at those beautiful feet that I had longed for for so long, my excitement was now hard to contain. I
boldly reached out and stroked one of her feet, repeatedly praising how small and delicate they were. Jiaojiao
seemed overjoyed and didn't resist, letting my hand slide over her feet. At this moment, I
couldn't hold back any longer: "Wearing high heels must be tiring, let me massage your feet!" "Ah, how can I
? How can I let you go through that? Besides, I didn't wash my feet when I came." Although she objected verbally,
I could clearly sense that she was a little embarrassed and flattered, not truly opposed.
"It's alright, I've studied massage, today I'll let you experience how good I am. Lie down
and relax." Jiaojiao initially chuckled and declined, but then, curiously and obediently, she lay down
on the sofa, completely entrusting her delicate little feet to me.
What exquisite feet these are! Holding them in my palm, their length is exactly
the distance from the tip of my middle finger to the protruding part of my wrist bone. Despite the summer heat, they are completely dry and odorless. Holding them in my hand,
I can fully feel the smoothness and delicacy of the skin. Beneath the soft skin, faint blue veins are visible.
The soles are slightly red on three sides, and the skin lines on the arch are even finer. The arch is not high, the big toe is long and
rounded, and the skin on the other four toes appears even more translucent and tender. The transition from the instep to the toes is natural and smooth,
with no protrusions at any joint. Under the light, the entire foot resembles a piece of natural jade,
meticulously crafted into a work of art, inspiring both tenderness and longing. In the past, they were so noble and elegant,
mysterious and unfamiliar hidden in ladies' shoes, yet desirable and alluring beneath their legs,
glimpsed only in sheer stockings, sparking endless fantasies. Now, it was right before my eyes;
I could feel its sanctity, smell its fragrance, and feel its allure.
As I pinched, pressed, and rubbed the key acupoints on Jiaojiao's soles, stretched and pulled each toe, pressed and pulled the
tendons on her heels, and rhythmically rotated, bent, and pushed her entire foot around her ankle, Jiaojiao initially
cried out in pain, giggling and occasionally pulling her legs back. But after a while,
she lay still, comfortably flat, her eyes slightly closed, one arm draped over her forehead, humming softly. She was clearly
deeply intoxicated by the comfort brought by my massage.
At this time, my friend and the lady accompanying her had stopped singing and were
whispering in the corner of the sofa. The room was very quiet. Miss Jiaojiao seemed to be asleep, letting my hands
caress and squeeze her feet to her heart's content, her loose long hair hanging down below the sofa. By this time, I had been massaging her feet for
half an hour, drenched in sweat. Seeing her blissful expression, I couldn't suppress my surging
emotions. I half-closed my eyes, and my burning lips slowly lowered to her beautiful feet,
gently taking a few toes into my mouth…
“Ah!” Jiaojiao woke up with a start, about to sit up, but I stopped her. “Dirty!” She
tried to pull her foot away from my mouth, but I held it firmly with my hand. She stopped resisting, lay back down,
letting my tongue roam over her instep, sole, and toes, looking at me with half-open eyes, a sweet
, shy smile on her lips…
We played until 2 a.m. that day. Miss Jiaojiao kept saying, “So comfortable, you’re amazing!”
praising my massage skills highly. Before leaving, she repeatedly said “thank you.”
[The End]

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