love on the other side

([-]) (Past past) Luan Shampoo shop

My sister and I did not "elope" successfully. After my sister was sold to a restaurant, I started to wander around.When I was desperate, an old woman with curly hair took me in.She is the proprietress of the shampoo shop, and she usually wears see-through outfits, revealing her thong and overly plump breasts.She likes to wear purple lipstick and always has a cigarette in her mouth. She is known as "Mrs. Thong", or "Mrs. Ding" for short.One night, when she saw me curled up in front of the shampoo shop, she felt pity for me and said she would give me a job.Since then, I have been working as an apprentice in the shampoo shop.

At first I thought it was really a hair washing shop, and there were many beautiful female hair washing workers walking around in the shop.They all wear miniskirts, some are tight, some are very flowy, but they don't seem to be used to wearing panties, and the fans in the shop are turned on so loud that they often blow up those short skirts, showing round asses, and others wear tight skirts Yes, usually half of the buttocks stick out of the skirt without the wind blowing.Their most accustomed action is to sit on the sofa with their legs spread out, and then they always scratch the place between their legs with their hands. Every time I try to lower my head to see if there are cockroaches or something biting them, at this time Mrs. Ding would knock me on the head and say, "Is my sister's secret for you to read? When you can make money, I will let you read enough!" It turns out that it costs money to see if there are any bugs in it. I find it incredible.

The people who come to the store to wash their hair are all men, usually middle-aged, and occasionally young men or old men.They should all be able to make money, because they always put their hands into "Sister's Secret" while the shampooer was washing their hair, and Mrs. Ding would not knock their heads.

When the "secret" of the hair-washing worker is almost touched, and a big bag bulges under the man's crotch, the hair-washing worker will take the man upstairs. According to Madam Ding, they are going to go up to bake oil, but I Think she must be lying because the oil is just head movement, why are they banging the ceiling "boom"?I was never allowed to climb upstairs, so I have always had a strong curiosity about the upstairs, and secretly determined that one day I must go upstairs to experience the "baking oil".

It's not difficult for me to go upstairs.One day Mrs. Ding ate too much butter and went to the toilet all day long, so I sneaked up to the second floor; another time, she played mahjong with some wives in the inner hall, and I mentioned A bucket, put some water in the bucket, and then run upstairs with a mop.When I was caught by Mrs. Ding, I said: Madam, I think this staircase should be cleaned.Then, he poked the mop into the bucket and started mopping up the stairs.Mrs. Ding not only didn't blame me, but also said that I suddenly became obedient.While shaking the mop, I sniggered.

At night, lying in bed alone, I couldn't help thinking about all the scenes I saw upstairs during the day.Once, a middle-aged man followed the shampooer into the room, and they didn't move on the head, which proved that Mrs. Ding was indeed lying to the child.What I saw was the shampooer working between the man's legs, followed by the man's moaning and moaning.It was the first time I saw this kind of scene. My heart beat faster, my ears felt hot, and the back of my head felt numb, like a cloud of black poisonous gas pouring into my whole body.Suddenly, the man let out a long cry of "Ah--", as if someone had scraped heavily with a broken bowl. The hair-washing worker immediately jumped up, but she couldn't dodge it. She spat violently and cursed: "You Idiot, so fast, don't tell me in advance!" The man sighed comfortably, and said out of breath: "No, I'm sorry."

Another time, a young man came to the shampoo shop, about eighteen or nineteen years old, tall and thin, fair and clean, very refined.Out of curiosity, I followed.Saw them lingering on the bed.I watched the two naked bodies kiss and caress each other like beasts, and I also had a reaction. I reached in and rubbed, feeling an inexplicable pleasure.Just when I felt the best and felt something was about to come out, Mrs. Ding's voice came from downstairs: "Stinky boy, what are you doing up there?" I had to stop, picked up the bucket and mop, and told her that the stairs needed to be cleaned clicked.

Thinking of these scenes at night, the things I didn't vent during the day came out freely.This is how my first one started.

It was in this environment that I spent my most important years.But there was a kind of vanity in my bones, and I realized how nasty and repulsive these surreptitious activities were.I wanted to escape every time, but my body was completely out of control like it wasn't my own.Itching all over my body, I just want to tickle myself, and then I inevitably blaspheme myself over and over again.And when it was all over, I always hated myself and felt that I was getting farther and farther away from the noble life.