March 29, 2011
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Massage ++ part 3/3.
I opened up my eyes in an instant. Is this really happening? No, can’t be. She can’t be that bold. I tried to close my eyes again but each time she “accidently” brushed against or slightly fondled my crotch I couldn’t help but to get startled and had my eyes opened again. I couldn’t relax. That’s it. I have to do something, I thought. I have to say something. Then I got her attention and finally softly said the word “No”. I didn’t want to be mean but I knew where it was going. She was a little surprised, but she nodded.
It wasn’t a full minute yet when she stopped massaging my thighs. She tapped me on my shoulder again. I opened my eyes. She had that puzzled look on her face. She asked “Bu yao….. (mimicking an up and down movement with her right fist)..…?” She was basically asking “Don’t want a hand job?”. Once again I softly said “No”. Then I sat up, place my hands on my legs and said “Focus here. Here. Foot massage”. She nodded. She understood me. Hey, if I have to pay RMB180 for this service, I might as well try to get my money’s worth, right?
It wasn’t long before the phone on the bedside table rang, indicating my 60-minute session was up. I looked at my watch, then at her. Yes, it’s time. I got up and put my kimono rope back on. We exchanged a smile. She led me out to show the way. She had her head down the whole time. She looked embarrassed. I felt sorry for her. I’d like to think that I was being a gentleman, but deep down I couldn’t help but think that she was probably a little pissed. Pissed for being rejected. Embarrassed for her failure in using her china-doll beauty to stir the blood flow all the way down to my crotch. What would she say to her co-workers, I imagine? Would she be all spiteful and curse me and call me names, or would she feel lucky to have someone respect her for at least 60 minutes? I won’t know. I can only hope for the positive.
I took another shower and got dressed. There was a metal tray by the towel stack with a note of RMB20 laminated, indicating that they were expecting a tip. And so I left them a RMB20. I stepped out to the lobby and found my friend, L, waiting for me. All smiles. She was the one who brought me to this massage parlor. I went to her and immediately with a straight face said “You owe me dinner”. She frowned. She didn’t get it. I then whispered to her ear “You do know this is a massage plus plus parlor, right?”. Instantly her eyes were wide open, her jaw dropped, and not a trace of smile visible on her face. She had NO clue. I tilted my head to signal her to step out of the lobby and said “C’mon, we’ll talk more outside”.
I explained to her what happened as we were crossing the street. She then apologized for not knowing the sort of place she was introducing me to. “How did you know this place anyway?” I asked. “A female friend gave the recommendation” she replied. “Well, she must’ve enjoyed the plus plus service herself, then” I sneered at her. “No way, she’s married!” she corrected me. “So? Just because she’s married it doesn’t mean she doesn’t have fun on a side” I corrected her back. “They do have male masseurs there and a separate floor for women, you know”. L went silent. She was lost for words. We looked at each other and then we just laughed. A lesson learned.
Comments (10)
Massage+hand job will costs more, with tons more tips of course!
You had a choice which she was willing to accept --including a nice monetary tip!
I love how they provide the suggestion for a tip. I wonder what the male massage area is like?
Keep posting.
Your friend must be very embarrassed. At least you didn't end up going further. LOL
@ElusiveWords - But do they allow a male to go to the "male area" ... or is that considered indecent behavior.
@CurryPuffy - don't think so. you bring nothing to the massage room on the 3rd floor apart from the kimono that you wear. everything else left inside the locker, which is located on the 2nd floor. so i wouldn't be able to give her a tip even if i wanted to. you pay for the massage after you're out from the locker room and the cashier is on 1st floor.
@Fatcat723 - the tip was for the locker room attendants, not for the masseur.
@ElusiveWords - @beowulf222 - it's a straight massage parlor. don't think the option of requesting for a male masseur was possible and probably will be considered very indecent. then again, i never asked. who knows.
@christao408 - yeah, i didn't commit the sin. though my friends commented that i should have gone all the way, for the experience of it. do you think i should have?
@rudyhou - I think your response was probably the best one.
@CurryPuffy - LOL Gary
LOL! Loved the story and how you separated it into 3 parts...such a tease. I wonder how I'd react in such a place. Lucky you got out okay.
I would suspect even if she was pissed, deep down she probably felt good that you were a gentleman!
@brooklyn2028 - yeah, i was lucky she wasn't aggressive. i was actually there with a male friend and his room was next door from mine. he later mentioned that his masseur was quite aggressive. he understands chinese and told me that his masseur was supposed to be mine but heard the girls decided to switch room upon entering our rooms. phew! thanks goodness i got the polite one.