Financial freedom starts with the pursuit of a cool female doctor

Chapter 77 Hydrotherapy
However, as it turned out, Zhuo Tong was overthinking things.

After the manager knelt down, he held Zhuo Tong's shoes in his hands and said:
"Mr. Zhuo, you don't need to take off your shoes yourself, let me do it?"

With her fair and delicate hands, she gently moved them back and forth, taking off Zhuo Tong's two shoes one after the other, and then putting on the slippers that had been prepared.

Immediately afterwards, she gestured to a waiter to put Zhuo Tong's shoes in the members' exclusive shoe locker and retrieve the corresponding number tag.

After Zhuo Tong put on the number tag, the manager walked ahead to lead the way.

Unlike regular guests, Zhuo Tong's private room is room 888 at the end of the VIP area, which is the best place in the entire store in terms of both decor and privacy.

If the lobby of the fourth-floor leisure club is a scene of dazzling lights and bustling activity, then this passage leading to the VIP area is a secluded and tranquil spot.

The lights gradually decreased from various colors to only an atmospheric purple, creating a mesmerizing and intoxicating effect.

Room 888 consists of two parts, including the bathroom.

The outermost small room is brightly lit with white light, and further in, until you reach the area hidden by a screen, you'll find pure purple ambient lighting.

"Boss, this is your private room. Technician number 88, Xiaoyue, will be waiting at the door. Please change your clothes first before she comes in."

"it is good."

Zhuo Tong didn't immediately strip naked. Instead, he looked for his change of clothes first, since a foot massage parlor was still too unfamiliar to him.

Because he was never short of girls who liked him, he almost never came to places like this during college and even for four years after graduation.

On one occasion, while entertaining a client, the client was very satisfied with my service attitude, and after the meal, the client took me to get a foot massage.

"Wait a minute, shouldn't the clothes be a set wrapped in a clear plastic bag? Why is there only one pair of shorts?"

Zhuo Tong picked up a pair of light blue shorts from the small sofa with a puzzled look, and after glancing around the room, she had a rough idea.

In front of me was a bathtub that was more than half full of water, and an inflatable air mattress.

I remembered that my package included a 30-minute spa and bubble bath. If I wore my normal massage clothes, wouldn't I get wet?

These pants were most likely worn during a spa treatment, but they were so thin that light could pass right through them, revealing the other side of the room.

"Is this even wearable? It won't tear if I just tear it, will it? Oh well, I'll just put this on first."

I had just changed into my blue shorts when Xiaoyue's clear, crisp voice came from the doorway:

"Mr. Zhuo, is it ready yet?"

"Uh-huh."

"Then I'll come in."

Pushing open the door, technician number 88, Xiaoyue, walked in dragging a small suitcase.

She was wearing a black cheongsam with a high slit on the side and a small skylight on the chest, one on each side.

Her thighs were encased in black lace stockings, and she wore matching black high heels.

But the saying goes that black makes white appear whiter.

This all-black outfit made Xiaoyue's fair skin seem to glow.

Especially the high slit section, where the cheongsam and lace stockings form a small triangle, revealing part of the skin.

If the slit goes all the way up to the waist and there are no abrupt straps or strips of fabric, then that means...

It's hot now, and she's dressed very lightly.

"Boss~ why are you staring at me like that? I'm getting embarrassed."

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm just checking the employees' morale and appearance. If you talk nonsense again, the punishment won't be as simple as just deducting wages."

"Oh dear, Xiaoyue knows she was wrong."

Xiaoyue skillfully walked to Zhuo Tong's side in her high heels and gently squeezed Zhuo Tong's hand with her sunroof:

"Boss, shall we begin?"

"Hmm, let me check carefully whether you've mastered the job skills and whether your service attitude is proper." "Okay~"

Under Xiaoyue's guidance, Zhuotong lay in a white bathtub completely covered with a transparent film, which had been filled with just the right amount of warm water.

"Boss, is the water temperature right?"

"Suitable."

A wave of comfort washed over Zhuo Tong, and she felt she could just fall into a good sleep right away.

But business was more important, so he gripped the armrests on both sides of the bathtub with both hands to prevent himself from floating up or sliding down.

On the other side, Xiaoyue had also prepared the medicinal solution for the spa and poured it all into the bathtub.

Soon, the medicine began to take effect, and a faint fragrance filled the entire bathtub.

As for any other effects, Zhuo Tong had no idea.

Since I'm the boss anyway, adding anything is free, so I might as well just blindly choose the best option.

Just as he was feeling elated, Xiaoyue's delicate hands suddenly landed on his shoulders.

"Boss, let me give you a massage first, so you can relax."

"Ah."

Although Xiaoyue doesn't have much strength, her massage technique is quite decent.

At least in Zhuo Tong's opinion, who has a basic massage skill, she must have practiced diligently, otherwise she definitely wouldn't have become the top performer.

This girl is great in every way, except her little hands are always restless.

You said you'd give a massage, but why is the main gesture not pressing and kneading, but rubbing back and forth with your palms?
He pressed my shoulder a few times as a gesture, then started to probe in front of me, repeatedly touching my chest muscles.

"The boss has a great physique; he must have excellent stamina, right?"

"Okay."

At this moment, Zhuo Tong closed his eyes, completely immersed in the pleasant experience, and his answers were casual and unthinking.

Xiaoyue smiled, stood up, turned around from behind the bathtub to the side, and moved a small stool over to sit on.

Then I started massaging his chest muscles, arms, and abdomen.

"Tell the boss beforehand that this package includes... front-end maintenance."

"What did you say?"

Xiaoyue's soft voice was drowned out by the music in the room, and Zhuotong couldn't hear what the two words she said were.

"It's alright, you'll know now."

As she spoke, she gently tore open the small blue rag and pulled it out directly.

"Ok?"

This feeling of déjà vu, it's so familiar!
Back in the classroom, Bai Wei did just that, grabbing him tightly and then ruthlessly starting to grope him.

However, Xiaoyue's strength was much gentler than Baiwei's, and her small hands were more delicate and skillful.

It was unclear what ingredients were added to the potion, and given that the water was already quite hot, Zhuo Tong felt warm all over, which made Guan Yunchang, whose face was already red and neck thick, even redder.

He gasped, the room temperature rose slightly, and his body began to tremble.

However, just as she was beginning to feel a little satisfied, Xiaoyue suddenly let go and continued massaging down her thighs with a sly grin on her face.

In the instant that everything came to an abrupt halt, Zhuo Tong felt as if she were being scratched by a cat's paw, her heart itching with a strange sensation.

The last time I had this feeling was when Bai Wei, disregarding my advice, insisted on having sex again despite her supposed sage aura.

Why did you stop?

(End of this chapter)