A-Lian 2

(Part Two)
So A-Lian began her days of working as a waitress while learning foot massage. Less than a week into her training, she met us, and I became her first foot massage customer.
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 ordinary rural migrant worker. She immediately started talking about how she was going to give massages, quickly went to find massage oil, and poured hot water into a foot bath for me to soak my feet. Then she started haphazardly preparing massage tools and supplies, completely a 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 shoved 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 in the city, far from home and 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.

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