Diary of a masseuse

In April 201X, the weather was fine and windy.

Xiao Yezi's operation was successful and she has recovered and been discharged from the hospital. Although she can't stop, she can guarantee that she will be a healthy child in the future. Grandpa finally asked me about my work. After hearing that I couldn't resign, I was a little sad and thought He said something but didn't speak in the end.I think he guessed something, it's just that Xiao Yezi's illness is in the front, and I can't get out of the back, so he has nothing to do.In fact, I don't think Grandpa has anything to feel guilty about. Xiao Yezi is my own younger brother, and they are connected by blood. This is what I should do as a big brother.

PS: I was finally adopted.I am very happy.In the past few years, I have deeply realized how correct what Sister Hong said. Instead of becoming the red card of "Qing Yun" step by step, it is my best choice to rely on a financial backer.

In the afternoon, Mr. Ye's assistant called and said that Mr. Ye would come in the evening. I happily left the big shift, greeted the foreman and went back to prepare.Most of the big shifts are business receptions. There are many people and miscellaneous things, and it is easy to cause fire. There are also many guests who drink too much and catch people and pour alcohol. Neither the masseur nor the bartender can escape.I am at the level of a draft of cold beer. In order to stay awake and avoid accidents, I can only take time to induce vomiting, and then take a lot of anti-alcohol medicine. up.I was able to avoid a lot of Mr. Ye's recent visits. How should I put it, I was overjoyed to hear about him.

Mr. Ye is currently one of my biggest customers. The longer I have been in contact with him, the more I realize that Mr. Ye's identity is not simple.Especially in the past year, with the name of "Mr. Ye's Queen's Masseur", not only the frequency of private appointments has increased a lot, but the tips have also increased a lot. The most important thing is that the situation of passive hands and feet has decreased, and sometimes it is too much. The foreman will come forward to stop it, which was unimaginable before.Leaving aside his status, Mr. Ye can indeed be regarded as the best customer based on conscience alone.

Bartender Kaka was already preparing it when I went by.Kaka is a senior French bartender hired by 'Qingyun' with a high salary. She has a detached status among the employees of 'Qingyun' and is also one of Mr. Ye's 'Queen' team members.Nice people, great craftsmen, and a passion for good wine.

Recently, it seems that Mr. Wen has offended Mr. Ye and is trying to make up for it. Even the essential oils I have on hand for Mr. Ye have been replaced by special products that Mr. Wen found somewhere. Some of what Mr. Wang used to drink has been replaced with better old wines, and there are many special offerings, which are said to be Mr. Wen's private collection.So much so that every time Kaka knew that Mr. Ye was coming, he would come here early, bustling around with a bunch of wine cups.

Mr. Ye came over around six o'clock, and he still had that imposing and cold face, which was quite pleasing to the eye after a long time.I helped Mr. Ye get out of the bath, and then I waited beside him.After Kaka prepared several kinds of wine that Mr. Ye used to, he set up the ice tray, reluctantly dragged his eyes away from the wine, and retreated with a sad expression, which made me laugh for a while.

Mr. Ye surfaced after soaking for a while, resting by the pool.I stepped forward and placed the wine plate on the stone platform within his reach, and then consciously half-kneeled aside to rub his back.

Mr. Ye looked around the wine plate for a while, snorted, reached out to pick up a glass of mixed wine, took a sip and asked, "Wen Wenting made this up?"

"Mr. Wen ordered it." I replied with a smile, "There are still a lot in the wine cabinet, and some massage oils have also been changed."

Mr. Ye sneered: "Since he is so generous, you don't have to be polite, you can take what you want, and you don't have to take advantage of it." I followed suit and laughed, but he was a shareholder. You dare to say it, but we dare not listen.

"It's not a little bit of a good thing for you to say to him, right?" Mr. Ye changed his posture and asked with raised eyebrows.I moved to the front to wipe his arms, and seeing that he was in a good mood, I smiled and replied: "That's right, but Mr. Wen didn't give us a salary increase, and Kaka also said that Mr. Wen was not sincere, so naturally we can't show him him."

Mr. Ye looked at me funny, stretched out his hand to brush my hair: "I seem to be thinner, your boss won't give you enough food?" , it’s the busiest time for ‘Qing Yun’ recently, and we have to keep going, if you hadn’t come over, I’m not sure I would still be secretly swallowing anti-alcoholic medicine.”

"Can't drink?" Mr. Ye asked with great interest.I stretched out my hand for some distance, and said with a smile: "25 degrees, it's so high, pour it in a cup." Mr. Ye smiled, shook the cup in his hand, looked up at me, and suddenly asked: "I heard from Wen Wenting that you are short of money recently. Money?" I was stunned for a moment, the topic spanned a lot, and I replied with a smile: "Something happened at home."

"Why don't you open your mouth?" Mr. Ye pinched my chin with a smile on his lips.I was a little confused about Mr. Ye's meaning, but seeing him smiling happily, it shouldn't be a bad thing, so I laughed and joked: "It's natural not to bother you about small things. But if Mr. Ye wants to help the poor, I will open up quickly." Wallet welcome."

Mr. Ye laughed, rubbed my lower lip with his thumb, and said suddenly: "Follow me from now on."

"Huh?" I was a little taken aback, not quite able to believe my ears.

Mr. Wen once reminded me that Mr. Ye is a long-term lover. He is generous and has no bad habits. As long as his lover does not kill himself, the results are pretty good.It's a commanding cue, and it's the best option for me.I can't make a seductive gesture, and Mr. Ye doesn't seem like a person who can be seduced, but every time he comes over, I will show my best side and do my best.It can be seen that Mr. Ye is also very satisfied, and he also gave his attitude and protection in 'Qing Yun', but he never said anything, and he didn't ask me to do the last step.I thought that was the case, but I didn't expect... The surprise came too suddenly.

Mr. Ye patted my face and put down his wine glass.When I came back to my senses, I consciously poured wine for him, while looking at him questioningly.Mr. Ye took the wine glass with a smile, got up slightly and leaned back on the seat back, lifted his legs out of the spring water and put them on my half-kneeling legs. He wipes his legs.Quietly waiting for Mr. Ye to speak, his heart was overwhelmed.

"Wen Wenting changed the contract you signed to my name a few days ago, and I didn't refuse." Mr. Ye picked up a small ice sculpture in the ice tray and played with it in his hand, and said slowly, "What about you? idea?"

no idea.Besides, big brother, you've already taken the "deed of selling your life" and it's useless for me to have any ideas.

"I'll follow your arrangement." I nodded obediently, not wanting to raise any conditions without shame.I am afraid that half of my current status in 'Qing Yun' is at the mercy of Mr. Ye, not to mention that I have no right to refuse in the current situation, even if I could refuse, I would not dare to stroke the tiger's beard in a foolish manner.

Sure enough, Mr. Ye looked very satisfied, retracted his legs and stood up and said: "Wen Wenting has wiped out the money you paid in advance at 'Qing Yun'. You have time to pack your things. Someone will come and deliver them to you tomorrow." I'm there."

"Thank you, Mr. Ye." As I nodded in agreement, I wanted to get up and wipe his body, but my chin was pinched and I lifted it up.I knelt up straight with my strength, and my lips were facing Mr. Ye's crotch, where my head had been raised slightly.

I leaned forward and sucked it carefully, I closed my eyes and cooperated with the peristalsis of the tongue and pharyngeal muscles with both hands.Mr. Ye breathed a sigh of relief, inserted his big hand into my hair and grabbed it hard. I groaned in pain, and while swallowing hard, I kept adjusting my movements according to the strength of the hand inserted into the hair and the ups and downs of the mouth... a deep Throat, I frowned slightly and stopped the movement, suppressing the discomfort to keep the throat muscles spasming and twitching...

Mr. Ye let out a muffled snort, and his whole body relaxed.I choked for a while, didn't dare to cough, endured the itch in my throat and wanted to back out, but then I felt a pain in my scalp, so I had to follow the force on the top of my head and raise my head with some difficulty.Mr. Ye slightly hooked his lips and rubbed the top of my hair: "Hey, swallow it." Naturally, I can't disobey my future benefactor just because of such a trivial matter. When I heard this sentence, I hurriedly endured the discomfort and swallowed it docilely. Then he cleaned up Mr. Ye with his lips and tongue.

Mr. Ye went to the hot spring again, and I rearranged the things for the massage.

In fact, it is quite uncomfortable to do this kind of thing, but I have been proficient and used to it for so long, and I have to get used to it even more in the future. This is the foundation of survival.