Lin Juan's Tender Embrace
Chu Fei, of course, wasn't fazed at all. He casually picked a spot in the outer lounge, sat down, and flipped open a newspaper. Soon enough, Lin Juan emerged in her fresh uniform. She sidled over and gently slipped her fingers into his hair. "Young Master Fei, let me start by washing your hair... from the top down."
"Sure thing!"
A head wash was one of the salon's standard services—usually a dry shampoo, followed by a massage of the scalp, shoulders, and even the upper back. It ran about forty minutes and cost just ten yuan.
This was hands-down the cheapest offering on the menu, but it formed the backbone of the girls' daily income. They pocketed four yuan commission per wash; ten a day added up to forty, or twelve hundred a month. Toss in a base salary of fifteen hundred, commissions from other treatments, outcall fees, and tips, and the girls at Chu Fei's salon were pulling in five or six thousand monthly on average—over ten thousand in good months. The salon covered their food and board too, so they didn't spend a dime on basics. Sure, the work was grueling, but their take-home beat out most sharply dressed white-collar types.
Prime locations raked in even more, which explained why He Peiling's old crew had mostly jumped ship. It was also what piqued Chu Fei's curiosity now. Lin Juan struck him as the soft, delicate type—not the sort to chase nightlife or shady dealings. So why the tattoos covering her body?
And with her looks, she'd draw customers anywhere. What brought her to a hole-in-the-wall like this?
Of course, no one was around to answer that just yet.
The so-called dry wash was simple: slather on shampoo, work up a lather with a bit of water until the foam coated every strand, then massage while scrubbing. After a couple rinses, blow-dry, and move to the full massage.
Lin Juan's fingers were slender, tipped with slightly long nails, so she never really grabbed Chu Fei's hair—just pressed lightly with her fingertips. Her touch was feather-soft, almost weightless, carrying little real pressure or sensation. But after rinsing, she wrapped his dripping head in a towel, guided him back to the chair... and then cradled his head straight into her bosom.
At Chu Fei's height, seated, his head aligned perfectly with her chest. He instantly felt his occiput buoyed by two gloriously elastic mounds of soft flesh. Lin Juan didn't just hold him there—she gently clamped his head from the sides with her arms, her slim fingers sweeping lightly over his eyebrows like a kitten tinkling on piano keys. It was pure bliss, utter indulgence!
Chu Fei couldn't help cracking his eyes open to glance at her. Lin Juan, catching his expression in the mirror before them, met his gaze and curved her lips into a shy smile. That only deepened his curiosity. With skills like this, what the hell is she doing here?
"Boss lady, is Shishi around?"
Just then, a plump woman in her early thirties strolled in. She wore a plain professional pantsuit, but clutched an LV handbag.
"She's here, Zhang Lin! Take a seat—Shishi! Your client's here!"
"Coming!" He Shishi bounded out from the back. "Hey, Sister Zhang! Head wash today?"
"Skip the wash, just massage me... wait, you're Shishi?"
"Yep! Don't you recognize me?" He Shishi spun in a gleeful circle. She loved seeing that shocked look on people's faces—it made her day.
"Oh my god, it is you! How'd you get so gorgeous—and skinny?! I saw you just the other day, all chubby... did you get lipo or something?"
Sister Zhang's eyes bugged out comically wide.
"Lipo wouldn't do this..." He Shishi flashed a sweet smile, shooting a quick glance at Chu Fei nearby. "I was the guinea pig for a new weight-loss massage. Lost too much too fast—still feels like I'm floating when I walk."
"What kind of massage pulls that off?"
"No clue about elsewhere, but here? You've seen the results yourself." He Shishi deftly draped a towel around Zhang Lin's neck. "If you're interested, swing by in a few days. We're about to roll it out as an official service."
"Your shop's got talent like that?"
The woman yanked off the towel, hauled He Shishi close for a proper once-over, then boldly slipped a hand under her top to feel. "Unreal. Which master worked on you? Hook me up—introduce me!"
"What, Sister Zhang—you wanna do it right now?"