Diary of a masseuse

In January 201X, the weather was cloudy, windy and snowy.

The new working environment is very good. Although I feel a little uneasy, it does not affect my serious work and hard work to make money. PS: There are so many local tyrants in 'Qing Yun'.

'Qingyun' is a group of antique buildings surrounding the Xishan Hot Spring, and the whole clubhouse is full of ancient charm.The person in charge here is a man in his forties, capable and rigorous.Compared with the general manager of the clubhouse, I think he is more like an ancient housekeeper and accountant.But thinking about Sister Hong's description of 'Qing Yun', this type of person in charge seems to be taken for granted.

After receiving my ID card, looking at the residence I was assigned to, and getting to know my new colleagues, I officially settled down here.The identity card clearly says 'Qingyun Platinum Masseur, Feng', which is my identity here.

'Qingyun' is divided into four leisure areas in the southeast, northwest, and several open-air hot spring gardens at the foot of the mountain. The four areas correspond to the four levels of ordinary, bronze, silver, and platinum guests. Each area has large and small hot spring private rooms; there is also a diamond level. Guests are platinum-level guests who pay a large deposit in advance to temporarily upgrade their level. They can reserve hot spring gardens, and most of them are the choice for some guests to initiate private parties.

The basic salary of 'Qing Yun' masseuses is [-] per month, and the consumption amount depends on the level of the masseurs. Tips are free, and the club will not take any commission; the working method is shift system and private appointment.There are very few tips and a low commission in the shift system, and the private appointment is higher.Masseurs are graded based on their skills and image. I am new here, and I have no customers. Naturally, I work in shifts. Fortunately, the grade is high enough, and the income is quite considerable.After a few shifts, I also started to have a few regular customers, all of whom are silver and bronze, and platinum customers basically have regular masseuses, and it is difficult for a newcomer like me to squeeze in.I'm already very content, after all, even an ordinary customer here is not something I, a small masseur, can afford.

One day, a few masseuses in our class were chatting in the lounge, when the manager suddenly walked in, his eyes scanned around, and we quickly stood up straight.The foreman followed behind and introduced in a low voice. The manager glanced at my nameplate, nodded, turned and walked out.The foreman gave a signal, and I quickly followed.The situation is obvious, a high-level guest who doesn't have an appointment and is not easy to serve, can't find a suitable masseur, and the highest-ranked person in my shift will be arrested.

The guest was an old man, surnamed Xie, with white hair and hale and hearty spirit, with a decisive air of superiority.Along the way, the foreman introduced the situation of Mr. Xie. He is a platinum guest here. It seems that the climate of the hot spring is suitable for his body to recuperate, but the humidity is too high and it is not suitable for long-term residence, so he comes here every six months for a period of time.

When I arrived at the door of Mr. Xie's room, the person brought by Mr. Xie gave me a note on massage.I read it carefully from the beginning, and felt relieved.What Mr. Xie asked for was a therapeutic massage, which happens to be what I am best at.

Mr. Xie lived here for more than half a month, and I did not follow shifts during this time, but stayed with Mr. Xie all the time.During the period, several of Mr. Xie's nephews came to see him. One of them, Mr. Wen, was his grandson and a frequent visitor to Qingyun, and it is said that he was one of the shareholders here.It's just that every time I see Mr. Wen, I'll always be looked up and down by him, not the kind of eyes with selfish desires, but the feeling of calculating something with great interest.

After Mr. Xie left, his subordinates gave me a check of 5 yuan as a tip during this period, and at the same time made an appointment for the next private appointment.After I got the check, I immediately forgot Mr. Wen and his ilk. This was the biggest tip I have ever received, and the deposit increased by one-third at once. Such a guest could not be more perfect!

When I was personally appointed by Mr. Wen, I was quite surprised, and felt that it should be expected.Although I feel a little bad, I still comfort myself psychologically. I am the masseur appointed by Mr. Xie. For Mr. Xie's face, Mr. Wen should not go too far.

Mr. Wen booked an open-air hot spring garden in 'Qingyun' as a diamond-level guest this time. Besides me, there were six masseuses, so there were quite a few people.The few of us followed the foreman to the arch of the garden. The foreman stood at the door and quickly pointed out the corresponding guests. Somewhat unexpectedly, my guest tonight was not Mr. Wen, but a guest surnamed Ye.

I walked from the cobblestone path to the rockery as the foreman said, and found my customer tonight, Mr. Ye, under the green vine with strong roots.Mr. Ye is about 30 years old, and he is very burly. Although he is half-reclining on the rattan chair, he looks much taller than me; The feeling of a comfortable lion.

"Mr. Ye." I walked over and put down the things in my hands and bowed.Mr. Ye looked up at me, raised his eyebrows and asked, "New here?" As soon as I nodded, I saw Mr. Wen coming over wrapped in a white bathrobe, handed Mr. Ye a glass of wine, and then pointed at me. Winking and smiling, he asked, "Dude, you have a good vision, don't you?"

Mr. Ye glanced at him and took the wine glass, with a half-smile and an inexplicable tone: "You have worried enough." Mr. Wen bared his teeth, clinked a glass with him, squeezed his eyebrows and flirted Yan'er: "You have misunderstood me. This is the craftsmanship that my old man has personally praised. I saw that you, Boss Ye, have been sleepy and exhausted recently. Oh, it hurts so much, so I called someone here. What? , buddy, this heart is sincere enough, right?"

Mr. Ye laughed, and scolded with a smile.Mr. Wen happily rolled away, and before leaving, he said: "Little Fengzi, take care of me~"

I smiled and agreed, knowing a little bit in my heart that I am afraid that this face is inseparable from being pointed at me this time, whether it is good or bad depends on the mood of Mr. Ye in front of me.And this person's identity is obviously not simple, after all, he is not something he can offend.

After laying out the pure cotton towels, I started to prepare the things on hand.Mr. Ye was lying down on the massage table, rubbing his temples with his eyes half closed.

"Mr. Ye likes that kind of essential oil?" I asked carefully, and the guest seemed not in a good mood.

"You can choose." Mr. Ye replied calmly with his eyes still half closed.

I looked at the guests and chose sandalwood oil as the main note, adding basil oil and spearmint oil as auxiliary notes, and then added some hazelnut oil.Sandalwood oil can relax and calm headaches, and with the aid of a few drops of tranquility, the smell is light.Mr. Wen said that the guests are tired and tired, and these essential oils are suitable, and they should not cause dissatisfaction.

I gave the guest a quick full-body massage. Seeing him looking relaxed, I felt relieved. After washing my hands, I dabbed some essential oil on the acupoints of the guest's head and neck, and began to massage carefully.When rubbing the numbness on the back of his neck, Mr. Ye snorted softly, frowned slightly, and then quickly let go, with a relaxed expression.I understood that this Mr. Ye must have been sitting upright for a long time, and his neck was very tired.I picked more essential oils, and lightly or heavily increased the strength on my hands to massage the important acupuncture points of this part.

After massaging all the way to Mr. Ye's back, I finally completely believed Mr. Wen's words. This Mr. Ye was indeed sleepy and exhausted, and his back muscles were as stiff as an iron plate.Fortunately, my hands are strong enough, otherwise I would have to use my elbows and knees to get the massage effect, but who would dare to be so presumptuous on VIP guests in this kind of place, and no one here will listen to you to distinguish right from wrong.

It took nearly three hours to massage Mr. Ye's whole body, pure mental and physical pressure.The temperature here in the hot spring is high, and I don't say that I'm sweating profusely.I rubbed his scalp, carefully and quickly surveyed the surrounding environment.The wisteria tree is next to the rockery, and it is a stream of running water drawn separately. It is like a small room separated in the whole garden. You can hear the sound of the central hot spring pool, and it is relatively quiet and undisturbed.Mr. Ye closed his eyes and looked relaxed. I wasn't sure if he was asleep, so I didn't dare to stop.People with status like them are mostly light sleepers. If I stop and wake up, that is my responsibility.Fortunately, after the massage, his muscles were basically completely relaxed, and it was not as strenuous to do it again.

I'm a little thirsty, after all, it's three hours of physical work.On the long table next to the rattan chair, there are some drinks that have been prepared, but they are out of reach. I can only secretly figure out how long it will be before I get off work.It was a bit noisy outside at first, but it gradually quieted down, and now there are only occasional voices.I heard from my colleagues that working in a large private room can sometimes end in more than an hour, and sometimes guests may stay here all night if they like it.Looking at the time, it was past eight o'clock in the evening. I was worried that I would be busy here all night, but then I thought about the private appointment and charged on time.

I half-kneel on the ground to massage the soles of the customers' feet.Mr. Ye's body is particularly in proportion. His hands are long, his feet are long and his body is long. After a massage, he should be 1.9 meters [-]. His shoulders are wide, his legs are long, his waist is thin, his hips are narrow, his bones are strong and his muscles are strong. In summary, he is a man's dream. Although the figure and appearance are not outstanding, they can also be called handsome and resolute, not to mention the bonus of momentum.I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, people grow up like this and still have money and status, I even sold myself but still working hard to make money... Sure enough, people are better than dead people...

Half an hour later, the guest was still breathing steadily and motionless. I slowly relaxed the strength in my hand, and covered the guest with a cloth towel as my hand moved. After 10 minutes, the guest still had no signs of waking up, so I gradually stopped moving.

I backed out gently, and naturally I couldn't pack my things at this time, so I turned around and went to the foreman to check on the situation.There were still a few guests in the pool, gathered in twos and threes, some were still having a massage, and some were drinking and chatting with the publicist.Mr. Wen pressed his feet on the edge of the pool not far from here, and when he saw me come out, he gestured for me to go, and asked in a low voice, "Sleep?" I nodded.Mr. Wen smiled meaningfully, nodded and let me go back.

Early the next morning, the foreman delivered my things, another set of CDs, and a tip of 5000 yuan. The commission was included in the monthly salary, which should be several thousand yuan.Although my hands are still a little sore after one night, I am still very satisfied to see the income.If things go on like this, it will take only a few years for Xiao Yezi to pay for a kidney replacement.Maybe I should go to the hospital in Kyoto with Xiao Yezi's matching type and ask. There should be more kidney sources under the imperial city.