Public Toilet 031

  After Chen Sang and Lu Yishu left, I went to work as usual. Tonight's clients were not very good to deal with, touching my thighs and kissing me, their hands crawling into private places. A sister and I went to the bathroom, she scolded that old devil for touching her in a way that made her react.

  This sister is a white-collar worker in the city, her pseudonym is Keke. She wears a white shirt and a skirt during the day, shuttling back and forth in the office building, and occasionally runs to the nightclub at night to sit on stage. Others curiously asked her why she wanted to come here to sit on stage, she said don't look at herself every day dressed up so brightly, but the salary she gets is only four or five thousand, can't even afford a good dress without saving for several months, why should she treat herself like that. She also has needs.

  I asked her why she didn't get married. She sneered and retorted, "What's the point of getting married? Men are all the same, they're just looking for ways to take advantage of you, who knows, maybe he'll even use my money to go find another woman outside!"

  Later, Chen Sang told me that Keke was married, also a university classmate. The two of them got their certificate as soon as they graduated. In less than three years, the two of them broke up. I heard it was because her husband's mother looked down on Keke being from a county town, and she would argue with her mother-in-law every day. Her ex-husband didn't even want to go home, and later he had an affair with an intern at his company.

  After a while, Coco and I entered the private room. The men were still hugging and shouting at us, calling us "sweetheart", "darling", "baby". Whatever they called me, I listened; whatever they wanted to hear, I told them.

  As I was leaving, the man who is older than my father pinched my waist and asked me, "Wife, shall we have a romantic night tonight?" He meant to take advantage of me. I smiled and told him that I wouldn't do it. He immediately turned red with anger, pointed at my nose and scolded, "You really think you're something special, don't you? You're just a public toilet for men to use as they please."

  I let him scold me, too lazy to bother with him again, packing up my things and leaving work. Whether or not I go on stage is originally the miss's own will, if the customer's power is stronger than the boss's, then the miss can't do anything about it. I've long since seen that this kind of man is just a nouveau riche, with some small money on him but no real power, and I'm not afraid of him at all.

  At the bottom of the building where I live, I saw Lu Yishu get out of an Audi. She had a man's suit jacket draped over her shoulders. The man was blocked by a pillar and I couldn't see who it was.

  The man drove away, and I walked up to ask Lu Yishu who the man was. Lu Yishu told me it was Shixiu. When Shixiu entered the house and saw that the woman was Lu Yishu, his first sentence was: "She shouldn't be that kind of girl." Lu Yishu cried in front of Shixiu and poured out everything about her brother getting cancer and her boyfriend's affairs.

  Shi Xiu sent Lu Yishu back and told her that if she wanted to borrow money, she should look for him. After graduation, she would go to his company to work off the debt.

  I gazed at Lu Yishu, and in these days Chen Sang had put a lot of thought into her. Her slightly yellow skin was like peeled egg white, tender and delicate, and I couldn't help but admire it.

  A woman who has already moved your heart, stripped naked and lying in front of you, yet the man rejects her. I absolutely don't believe that men are motivated by sympathy or pity; how could their ancestors possibly sympathize with a prostitute?

  That must be the case of casting a long line to catch a big fish! It seems that what he wants is not just one night! But in this circle, there is a man who can take so much trouble for himself, which is also a matter of envy.

  Back at the residence, I woke up Chen Sang to confirm my thoughts. Chen Sang looked at me with a sideways glance and refused to tell me anything. Finally, she spoke in an unfriendly tone, "What's it to you? When you were digging through trash cans for food, did anyone feel sorry for you? When you were being bullied, did anyone help you? Don't think that just because someone calls you 'sister' a few times, they actually consider you one."