Alian 6

(Six)
After that, I didn't go to "Forget-Me-Not" for a long time. I felt that there was no longer anyone or anything there that attracted me. A-Lian might still be someone else's A-Lian, but she was no longer my A-Lian. As for the private rooms on the second floor, they were like A-Lian, something I was unwilling 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 to see each other inside and outside. The waiter standing at the door was too cold to greet guests outside, so he had to wipe the glass door with a cloth from time to time so that he could see the guests hesitating outside. That night I drank a lot of wine, 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, and I also saw A-Lian. A-Lian was still dressed provocatively underneath, but she wore a down jacket over it. Because the room was very warm, her jacket was open, as were all the girls in the room. They would only take off their jackets when guests were about to enter the private room. When I entered, A-Lian was sitting with several girls, eating sunflower seeds. She didn't greet me as usual, nor did she take my arm. Perhaps she had sensed my coldness during our last encounter. Sister Ping
smiled and led me to the center of the reception area, then personally asked A-Lian to serve me. A-Lian put down her sunflower seeds and walked over to me. She acted as if we were meeting for the first time, yet she clearly knew me.
A-Lian: You're here, boss.
Me: Yes, I'm here.
A-Lian: May I serve you?
Me: Sure.
My conversation with A-Lian was brief and flat. A-Lian's attitude towards me was worse than that of a stranger. I felt a slight displeasure, but I didn't show it. A-Lian instructed the waiter to open a private room, then led me towards 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 lustful—and then told the waiter to close the first-floor rooms and open a new one for me on the second floor.
The receptionists 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, and she would come up later. I asked why, and A-Lian said the service upstairs was special, different from downstairs, and the tools were different too. Suddenly, the image of A-Lian undressing in front of me flashed into my mind, and the pent-up urges within me made my mouth dry. My heart pounded. I slowly climbed the stairs to the second-floor rooms alone, each step feeling heavy.
As I reached the door of the private room, I hesitated for a moment. The last vestige 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 afraid; 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 away, A-Lian was already behind me. Because of the alcohol, I was completely dazed and didn't even realize someone was standing behind me. A-Lian pushed me into the private room and then came in herself.
There was a dim light in the room, the orange glow filling the room with warmth and a hint of ambiguity. The air conditioning and TV were on, but the dim lighting made it difficult to see each other's faces clearly. This relieved me; I had just experienced a mental clash, and I was half-sober and half-recovered of reason. It wasn't until I entered the private room that I realized what it looked like. I had imagined the second-floor rooms to be a brothel, with a large bed and walls covered in sex toys. I imagined men being pushed down by the girls, their clothes being stripped off piece by piece, and then the girls using various methods to get them erect, followed by primal penetration. But the reality was that the second-floor rooms were similar, just with a different layout. The bathroom in the first-floor rooms was a shower room on the second floor, fully equipped with toiletries. The foot massage sofas in the first-floor rooms were also foot massage sofas on the second floor, only wider and flatter. I couldn't tell the difference until I sat down on one of the sofas. The top of the foot massage sofa was soft, like a waterbed. Touching the waterbed, imagining what would soon happen between me and Ah Lian on it, desire temporarily taking 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 private rooms upstairs.
A-Lian: The private rooms upstairs also have standard options, 298, 398, 498. What do you want?
Hearing A-Lian recite these numbers, I knew they represented different services. I didn't ask A-Lian to explain anything, just to tell her to choose the most expensive service. After I finished drinking the 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 gave me and went into the shower room.
Once inside, I turned on the tap. The water temperature slowly rose, and soon the shower room was filled with steam. I took off my clothes piece by piece, very slowly. It felt like 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: a disposable pair of underwear underneath, and a regular bathrobe provided by the bathhouse 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. Lying on it, I felt a warm sensation on the parts of my body that were in contact with it. The sound of water from the shower room hadn't stopped yet, and I actually felt a little sleepy on the warm waterbed. And so, my body swayed on the waterbed, and I fell asleep.

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