Alian 5

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So, whenever I had free time on weekends, I would go to "Forget Me Not" almost every week. Whenever I went, it was usually A-Lian who served me. Even if A-Lian 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 I made more and more dirty jokes with her. A-Lian would always tell me different jokes, some from customers and some from the other girls. A-Lian was like a student, accumulating various skills in the foot massage circle little by little, from technique to conversation, slowly building up her skills.
Seeing that my foot massage vouchers were 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 could get 200 free for every 1000 you spent, 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 the allure or seduction a woman might have for a man. I don't know when A-Lian became my good friend, a confidante, in my heart. Deep down, I didn't want my good friend to turn bad, but I was helpless.
After the foot massage ended, 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 a private room on the second floor. A-Lian suddenly fell silent, and I had nothing to say either. A-Lian bent down to put on my socks and shoes. 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 on my shoes and socks without saying a word, then she looked up and smiled at me. It was a simple smile, so simple that it didn't reflect any inner thoughts; it was a forced smile. A-Lian told me that the service was over and that if there were no other services, she would go on her way. I wanted to call A-Lian back, hoping to continue chatting, but calling her back meant ordering other services, which I knew meant going to the second floor. 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 for room 66, the second-floor service, 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 bad expression but didn't say anything. As I walked out of "Forget-Me-Not," I spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground.

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