Prostitution in China KTV Story

PART ONE

Rong Ying was the prettiest girl in Wanshan, a tiny, impoverished village, in a northern province of China.

Like so many girls in Wanshan, as soon as she turned eighteen she bought a third class train ticket to
Guangdong Province, in the south of China, to search for work. Many from her village whod gone down
there had made enough to live well and also send money home to their families.

Upon arrival, Yings cousin, whod gone south to Guangdong seven years prior, let Ying stay over at the
cramped eighth floor one bedroom walk-up she shared with her husband, her husbands mother, and
the baby girl they didnt have.

After a couple weeks of job hunting, Ying found work in a factory in Dongguan assembling iPhones.
There she worked twelve hour shifts, with only two twenty minute breaks. All additional breaks,
including toilet breaks, were timed to the second. Anyone on break too often or for too long was
terminated.
Ying lived at the factory in a dorm room with five other girls. They slept in bunk beds wrapped in
mosquito netting, washed their clothes by hand, and had an 11PM curfew every night of the week. At
11:30PM the factory shut off all the dorm rooms electricity until morning.

At the factory Ying met another pretty girl named Qwai Di. Di spoke of how her friend was working at a
KTV (karaoke bar) and making ten times what the two of them made per month at the factory.

But what exactly did the work involve? Ying queried, as she and Di stabbed chopsticks into plates of spicy
noodles during break.

Di said theyd provide company and drink with the KTVs male customers, and every so often the men,
usually businessmen in their 30s and 40s, would tip them extra for favors, Di said, hesitantly but not
ashamedly.

Ying knew what this meant. She wasnt completely nave. She also wasnt a virgin, having had sex with
her high school boyfriend, which was part of the reason shed left her hometown.

The two of them had discussed marriage, but after theyd had sex, hed quickly broken it off with her,
saying that he couldnt be with someone whod have sex before marriage.

Heartbroken, and having lost her precious commodity of virginity, shed decided to go south for work.

Looking down at the callouses and blisters blotting her once soft hands, and thinking of their floor boss,
that fat little middle aged woman with terrible acne who screamed in Cantonese at the workers,
especially the pretty girls, but mostly thinking of the money she could send to her family, Ying made a
snap decision

She decided to join Di on their day off and apply for a job at the KTV.
PART TWO

The Super Song Star KTV was in an alley behind a non-descript block of stores near a busy shopping
street in Guangzhous Panyu District.

Inside the narrow, grayish concrete building, most every room looked the same. A 50 inch flat screen TV
was mounted to the wall in the middle and there was a 17 inch touch screen computer next to it for
selecting songs.

A faux leather couch was parallel to the TV and another was perpendicular to it. A small coffee table for
drinks, ashtrays, and cordless microphones sat in between the couches. All the rooms were dimly lit and
always smelled strongly of cigarette smoke, even when nobody was smoking in them.

Framed posters for Chinese beer and mobile phones, featuring Jackie Chan and smiling, sleek young
women adorned each rooms walls

The shifty-eyed man who conducted the interview, a tallish, skinny fellow with a crew cut and tattoo on
his neck, who wasnt much older than them, offered the girls the job after only asking a few questions,
which were: Are you single? How old are you? Do you have kids? Can you work any evening of the
week?

Ying and Di accepted the job; quit the factory, and both moved in with Yings cousin, for the time being.

PART THREE

Her first night on the job and next three weeks were pretty much the same. Shed doll herself up, slip on
a skin tight, shiny silver one piece miniskirt and matching 10cm heels, and basically just sit there looking
pretty for groups of businessmen whod belt out song after song and down beer after beer.
Occasionally one of the men made small talk with her, but not too often. Mostly the men just talked
business and got filthy drunk. By end of the night many would be passed out.

Ying wasnt making the money she thought but still was making far more than at the factory. Plus, all she
had to do was sit there, look pretty and pour drinks. Other than having to breathe in copious amounts of
second hand smoke, it wasnt too bad.

Finally though, after about a month on the job, a customer took a liking to her and spent most of the
evening talking to her while his colleagues drank and sang Westlife songs in a mixture of Chinese and
broken English.

The man was mid to late 40s and elegantly dressed in an expensive looking, navy blue three piece suit.
He appeared to be the laoban of the group.

Ying wasnt entirely pleased by the attention, though, because from the moment she first saw him, the
man flat out disgusted her. He was terribly short and had a tiny head and receding hairline that crested
at a peculiar angle and an ugly, pock-marked face with virtually no chin.

His teeth were rotted and crooked and he had horrible breath. Besides his looks there was an additional
something, too, something intangible, that nauseated Ying.

He seemed oblivious or apathetic to her thinly disguised disdain, however, and was surprisingly candid as
he spoke to her about his family, his daughter, and the stresses of his job. He didnt ask her any questions
except for her age, and when she told him she was eighteen, he called for her boss.

Her boss, the same young man whod hired her, came over to the man and whispered something into his
ear. Money was then exchanged and her boss whispered to Ying that the man wished to spend some
time alone with in her in an adjacent room.
PART FOUR

The man got up and Ying reluctantly followed him into a room at the end of the hallway. The room
looked like a hotel suite. There was a queen sized bed, small bathroom, mirror on the ceiling and TV atop
a small dresser.

Yings heart began to pound. Her boss then entered the room and produced a syringe and quickly stuck it
into her arm, saying to her itd prevent any infections.

The boss then left and the man undid his suit and undressed. Ying tried not to look at him and slid off her
miniskirt, bra, and panties, and joined the man on the bed.

Her heart beat faster, and she lay flat on the bed, spread her legs, gritted her teeth and closed her eyes.

The weight of the man hovered over top of her and she smelled the stench of his strong, musty body
odor and awful breath. Then she felt the prick of his warm, short and thin penis as it entered her. He only
pushed into her a handful times before pulling out and ejaculating onto her stomach.
The man got up and hurriedly dressed and left the room without saying a word. She then got up herself,
went into the bathroom and took an especially hot shower.

Shed been terrified at the start, but now, as she got dressed, she didnt really feel anything. It had
happened so fast that shed gone kind of numb.

Though she didnt have much emotion, she definitely knew she didnt feel like seeing that man again,
ever.

Fortunately for her, when she got back to the singing room, neither the man nor any of his colleagues
were there.

PART FIVE

Following the first night shed slept with a customer, Ying no longer was mere scenery at the KTV. Every
night shed be whisked to the room down the hall, on occasion two or three times.

There the same routine would always take place. Shed get an injection (before the first customer), then
would disrobe and have sex.

The men were usually in their 40s, though sometimes 50s and occasionally 30s or late 20s. Mostly the
sex was missionary and fast.

Some used condoms. Some didnt. Some paid for her to come back to their hotel rooms. Sometimes
shed even spend the night with them

The sex to her was completely without feeling. It was simply an action, and she derived no pleasure at all
from it- however convincing she eventually became at faking it

Most of her customers were Chinese, but there were a few foreigners. She liked the Western ones most
because they treated her kindest and tipped her handsomely, which the Asians never did. They never
tipped at all.

She did refuse certain requests, though, mostly made by foreigners, especially for French kissing or those
for non-standard sex. And she flat out refused to be with any dark-skinned foreign clientele. No matter
how much they offered.
PART SIX

Her earnings increased exponentially and she now had enough money to move into her own apartment.

Though she could have afforded a decent one bedroom, she instead rented a suitable studio. That way
she was able to send more money home to her family, save more for the future, and even give a little to
her cousin for the baby.

With the amount she was making, she figured she only needed to work another two to five years. Then
she planned to return to her hometown and start her own small business, probably a little shop or
restaurant.

She also began to chat on QQ with a cousin of one of her old friends from high school, a boy only a
couple years older than her, by the name of Huang Mo Zhe. Mo Zhe was working on his familys farm,
which was turning a respectable profit.

The more they talked, the more she envisioned returning to her village and marrying him, starting a
family, and forgetting all about her current life.

PART SEVEN

Ying only worked nights, so most of her days were spent sleeping, watching Thai soap operas, and
playing on QQ.

But mostly she went shopping, since for the first in her life she had disposable cash, and she liked to use
it to buy all sorts of clothes, shoes, and make-up, especially the Korean style stuff her favorite K-Pop
singers wore.
She and Di often met up in the afternoons or early evenings before work and would wander arm in arm
around any number of different shopping malls in Guangzhou or Shenzhen, buying whatever they felt
like, sitting next to each other in restaurants, playing on their cellphones, and talking about anything
other than work.

Sometimes Ying went to the mall by herself, just to walk around and window shop or sit in a caf, where
shed sip coffee and surf Weibo or QQ on her cellphone...

When shopping one balmy afternoon, Ying came across a sale for the newest iPhone.

Excitedly, she purchased it, and remembered the long hours shed spent in that hot and sticky factory
and those berating Cantonese shrieks that spewed from her old boss. Ying couldnt help but wonder if
maybe one of her old colleagues had assembled the phone she now held in her freshly manicured
hands.

She rushed it back to her apartment, tore open its packaging, powered it on and began to fiddle with its
features.

Shed been so ecstatic to see it in the store and to buy it, but as she played around with it and clutched
its cool, shiny silver body, she didnt really feel anything at all.