Dongguan Sauna Enjoyment Notes (Rape and Abuse Adult Novel)

Dongguan Sauna Enjoyment

At an empty corner, a special kind of light penetrated the bright yellow space and shone in front of my eyes, as if extending a warm invitation to me! I slowed down the car, looked carefully, and saw four large, faint purple characters: Tropical Rainforest. The facade was small but very delicate. I guessed it should be a sauna and bathing place. After thinking about it, I decided to go for a bath, thinking that maybe it would be able to drive away some of the bad luck on my body. Sometimes people are like this. In adversity, superstition may also be a way of self-liberation. I have never believed in this, but I can't help but follow it now!

I turned the car in and walked straight ahead until I found a parking space. I parked the car, got out, straightened my collar, rubbed my face hard a few times with my hands to perk myself up so that I wouldn't look so tired and haggard, and then entered the rainforest.

Tropical Rain Forest looks very small and inconspicuous from the outside, but when you enter the lobby you find that it is actually very large and grand. On the background of the front desk is an elegant and timeless landscape painting, with two sentences below: A small bridge and flowing water set the mind free, the world is changing with the wind and moon. Several female receptionists, all in black uniforms, with slender figures, good looks, and elegant temperaments, stood straight in front of the counter. When they saw me approaching the front desk, they smiled and bowed, then said, "Sir, welcome to the tropical rain forest!"

After a nice bath, I wrapped myself in a towel and returned to my own small room. This small room was small but exquisite. There were not many facilities inside, only a soft bed covered with clean white sheets, a TV, and a cabinet. That was all. The light inside was not bright, but faint, with a slightly reddish color, giving a warm and romantic feeling. It was obvious that the person who designed this room had put a lot of thought into it. It was not easy to control the cost while achieving the desired effect.

There was a knock on the door. After answering it, a girl with a great figure came in. She had a thin waist and big breasts. Her face was not pretty, but her eyes were beautiful and lively. She was wearing a set of light yellow loose special work clothes. She was holding the cup of coffee I had ordered just now.

"Sir, this is the coffee you ordered, with milk and no sugar!" the girl said softly as she put the coffee on the counter. It tasted a bit like Suzhou pastries.

"Thanks!"

"I am massage technician No. 18. May I have a professional massage from you?" The girl took a step back, bowed slightly to me, and asked softly and naturally. I glanced at her indifferently and found that her expression was very natural and serious, as if she was doing something as a matter of course and professionally. Although she had a gentle smile on her face, the seriousness in her expression was definitely no less than those clerks at the bank counter.

"Hmm!" I responded vaguely without comment.

"Thank you. I hope my service can help you get rid of all your fatigue and enjoy relaxation and happiness!" The girl looked very happy, and the smile on her face became more and more obvious. Under the influence of the smile, her plain appearance seemed to have a bit of bright beauty at this moment, coupled with her proud figure, under the faint red light, I was actually moved.

"What services are available here?" I asked, with a very natural expression, as if I were a bored guest coming here for the first time.

"There are three main types of services here. One is the standard European massage, which includes oil push and kneading, and costs 138 yuan per hour. One is the Japanese massage, which includes double bath, full push, ice and fire, etc., for a total of 338 yuan. The other is the Double Flying Swallow, which means two technicians serve together, and the price is 558 yuan. Big brother, do you need the Japanese style or the Double Flying Swallow? Many guests here choose the Japanese style massage." asked the girl. Her questions are full of knowledge, and she has incorporated some marketing skills into her questions. Selective questioning skills and closed-door consumer guidance are fully utilized here.

(Note: In fact, the usual massage is not named like this. I just created the name here. The Japanese style should be more erotic than the European style! Hehe!)

"Let's try the European style first!" I said calmly, not falling for her trick.

The girl was a little disappointed, but her disappointed expression disappeared in an instant. After I added a sentence, she was even more happy.

"If you do a good job, I'll consider the Japanese style!"

"Don't worry, big brother, my skills will definitely satisfy you, just wait and enjoy it comfortably!" said the girl happily. Then he walked out of the room, waited for a while, brought some things in, and it was time to ring the clock.

I leaned on the bed and watched the news, and I was actually a little nervous.

"Brother, please turn over!" the girl said gently.

At the girl's signal, I turned over very carefully, afraid of crushing anything precious. The girl stood beside the bed, looking at me and smiling.

After I turned over and lay on the bed, the girl came over and gently pulled off the bath towel on me. The whole action was smooth and there was no delay. I was lying on the bed naked, looking not very good.

The girl put the oil on my back, and then used her deft hands to gently rub the oil all over my body. It felt slightly cool, smooth and very good! I hadn't had contact with a woman for a long time, so I soon felt something. Lying on the bed, a certain part of my body was quietly swelling.

"What's your name?" I asked to ease the tension in my heart.

"My name is Xiaoling!" the girl replied.

Damn, what a coincidence! Could her real name be Xiaoling? But the probability of that happening is probably very small because the girls here don’t tell us their real names.

"Where are you from?" I asked again.

"I'm from Shandong!" Xiaoling replied.

I was a little disappointed because I heard from netizens on the forum that girls from Sichuan and Hunan are better, with smooth skin and gentle personalities, while girls from Shandong are slightly worse, but we can't generalize.

At this time, Xiaoling had applied all the oil on my back and started to massage from top to bottom. Her technique was really good. She had a good grasp of the strength and position. With every press, I felt a sour and numb feeling. At the beginning, she massaged my shoulders and her body was within my reach. I stretched out a hand with difficulty and touched her waist. I felt that it was tight and had no excess flesh. It felt good. I stroked it gently for a while, then reached my hand to her perky buttocks. In my current position, the distance my hands can reach is very small, and the range is also very small. I can only roam in a small area, which feels very uncomfortable.

"How long have you been here?" I asked again.

"More than a month!" Xiaoling replied. She answered quickly and fluently, as if she had memorized the standard answers long ago. This may be a compulsory course for girls working in this industry.

I was lying on the bed, with my hands behind my back, stretching out with difficulty. Just as I was about to make another move, to touch her through her work clothes, Xiaoling had already taken a step back along the progress of her massage, and my plan failed. I gritted my teeth in hatred.

"It will be fine in a moment. Let me finish massaging you first. You just lie down and enjoy it. Relax for a while!" Xiaoling said with a faint smile, and she blinked as I looked at her from the side. Then a slender finger pressed on my waist, and the other hand stroked my buttocks. A electric feeling came from her fingertips and quickly spread throughout my body. I happily enjoyed this strange feeling and felt intoxicated.

Xiaoling massaged very carefully, not missing any place, from the waist down, with both hands on the buttocks, massaging gently. After several rounds, one hand kept the massaging action, and the other hand pressed on the thigh, from the knee upward to the base of the thigh. The palm was pressed on the thigh, and the four fingers hung naturally. In this way, when they touched the base of the thigh, the four fingers just touched the two treasures hidden under the body! The touch seemed unintentional, and it retreated immediately. However, this method made me more eager for it. At this moment, I couldn't help but make a slight sound.