In the private room, a woman was lying on the massage bed, revealing her smooth and white back.
"Let's start."
The woman saw that I didn't move and turned her head to me.
I reacted, nodded quickly, walked over, took the scented oil for massage and poured it on the woman's perfect back.
The woman's back was smooth and white, with a faint layer of fluorescence.
The essential oil dripped on her back with a hint of coolness, making the skin on the woman's back twitch slightly.
I wiped off the essential oil with my hands and gently pressed her back.
My name is Chen Chang 'an, I am a massage technician in this club.
Of course, I am a regular masseur and only provide regular massage services to customers.
This is Yuntian Club, the most luxurious entertainment club in Hangzhou.
I have been working here for a full week.
I was originally the operator of a live broadcast company. A week ago, my company was swept to death by the tide of corruption, and I became unemployed.
After leaving the job, I didn't dare to tell my wife, but went out every day to see if I could find a new job.
Unfortunately, the current live broadcast industry is too involved. Small live broadcast companies are closing down one after another, and it is even more difficult to find a job than a damn lady to receive customers.
That day, I passed by Yuntian Club, and a woman walked out and stopped me.
She asked me to call her Sister Lan and said that she was the manager of this club. Seeing my good image, she asked me if I was interested in working here.
I didn't expect that while walking on the street, my job would fall from the sky.
After a short period of excitement, I hesitated.
Yuntian Club is famous in Hangzhou. It is said that this is the favorite place for rich women to visit.
As for what those rich women play in there, I understand everything. Although I don't have a job now, I will definitely not be reduced to being a duck serving those old women.
"Don't worry, we only need a regular massage technician, 20,000 yuan a month. What do you think?" Sister Lan said to me with a smile.
Twenty thousand a month!
As soon as I heard the price given by the other party, I was immediately moved. I only do formal massages, which is undoubtedly a high-income salary.
It's much better than what I did in operations before.
"But I don't know how to massage."
Although salary is very tempting to me, I don't know how to use professional massage techniques at all. I also confessed this to Sister Lan.
"It's okay, it doesn't matter. We have the most professional masseur in our club to train you." Sister Lan didn't care at all.
"Then I'll give it a try." Although I had some resistance to the masseur industry, I couldn't resist the amount of money they gave me, so I just hesitated and agreed.
So that night, I became a masseur at Yuntian Club.
I didn't watch the clock for the first two days, but learned massage techniques from an old technician.
Massage is actually very easy. It only took me two days to learn it.On the third day, Sister Lang told me that the clock was ready.
At first I was worried that Nan was tricking me into coming here to make ducks, but in two days I learned a rough idea.
This is known as the Golden Mosque for rich women in Hangzhou. There are special services for rich women, of course, but it is not here.
The entire second floor of our house was used for regular massages, and only the third floor was used for special services.
That's why the ducks work on the third floor.
I also welcomed my first guest at the clock on the first day.
It was a woman dressed in a big red flag robe.
The woman was beautiful, and her skin was like the finest white porcelain, white with a faint fluorescence.
There was no makeup on her face, except that her lips were covered in a stinging red with lipstick.
Snow-white skin, red lips, plus a big red gown and slender red high heels at her feet, made a woman look so beautiful that she couldn't be looked at.
The woman looked at me with an expression that didn't show anger or pleasure, but gave a chilling feeling and even a hint of inexplicable danger.
The woman in front of her was like an iceberg, or like a beautiful and dangerous snake that was too close to be desecrated.
The woman watched me come in, nodded, then went into the bathroom, turned on the sprinkler and started washing.
An essential oil massage is different from other massages. You must wash the body first during the massage so that the aroma essential oil can spread perfectly on the body.
Soon enough, the woman came out. She was wearing a bath towel and her hair was highly curled up, showing her long neck.
The beauty went out in the bath. The scene was too beautiful to be described in words.
The woman in front of me looked a bit ambiguous, and I was talking about her age.
In appearance, women give a vague sense of age.
The sense of youthfulness of a teenage girl in her twenties and the sense of maturity of a thirty-year-old woman seem to be reflected in her.
What a monster and wonderful woman.
The woman came to the massage bed and went down, taking the towel apart to show her back.
Her almost perfect body showed the sensuality and attractiveness of women, yet with a chill that was unimpeachable.
I stared at the woman for several seconds before I could get back to my wits.
"Let's start." The woman said quietly.
I walked over and poured scented oil on her back and began a massage.
She was my first guest, so I massaged very carefully, afraid that heavy hands would make her uncomfortable.
Fortunately, the woman never expressed dissatisfaction during the massage.
At the back, she even closed her eyes, breathed softly, and fell asleep.
I stopped moving, pulled over the covers and covered the woman's body, sat on the side, and looked closely at the woman'S side face.
She is already a beautiful and immense object, and just looking at her side face adds a bit of mysterious beauty to it.
It's the feeling of hugging a lute half covering your face, and beauty makes your heart beat.What is this woman and how is she so beautiful?
Although I was deeply struck by the beauty of women, I did not dare to have any bad thoughts in my heart or any petty thoughts.
Women like this are not meant to be small.
Maybe it was some big man who owned the canary. If I touched her, don't say I couldn't keep my job, I'm afraid I wouldn't even know how to die.
The woman slept quietly for about half an hour or so. Her eyelashes moved slightly and she opened her eyes.
"You just fell asleep." Seeing her wake up, I said, laughing.
The woman sat up with her bath towel in her arms and nodded.
"You have a good massage. I'll order you every day from now on." The woman said.
I certainly wanted to give such a beautiful woman a massage every day, and said to her, "Yes, I'm happy to serve you."
I thought women were just saying things out of thin air, but I didn't realize that from that day forward, she became my daily guest, and the only one.