Story from the massage parlor
After 30 years I have come to a definite conclusion… the car business is one of the most stressful occupations on earth. There is always a manager stressing you out to sell more cars or make more money. And if you have a good race, you’re a hero at the end of the month, but a day later you’re nothing. And forget about family life. If you want to be at the top of the list, you don’t have time for family nonsense. That’s probably why at 50 I’ve been through three wives and none of my four children know me. The great thing about business is the ability to make a lot of money. And recently I found a great way to spend some of it.
We were two days into a three-day promotion. Five of the local dealers came together to have a huge sale at the fair. It was criminal. The days were sixteen hours, standing and running all the time. The more people you talk to, the more opportunities there are to sell. We had great sales! After two days I had sold 14 cars and knew that by the end of the month I would be making a lot of money. Saturday night at nine o’clock I had $500 cash in my pocket. It was a common tradition for the sales rep of the day to buy drinks after work, but I was tired and finding it increasingly difficult to keep up with the younger after-hours crowd. Jake was the general manager and he was about my age. We got along very well. He knew I was always good for my sales side at the end of the month and kept the sales manager away from me for the most part. Jake drove in just as I was about to leave and motioned for me to come to his car.
– Mac, he said. You are doing a great job. When are you going to think better and be my manager? I need your experience at the top.
– Oh, Jake, I replied. I’ve been past this phase for too long. I don’t need any extra pressure.
– That’s what I thought you were going to say. Pass, I do the honors tonight, he ordered.
I really didn’t want to go out, knowing the next day would be just as hard, but sometimes politics is just as important as performance.
– Sure, I said. But keep it short. Some of us have to work tomorrow.
Jake drove off in his usual manic fashion, throwing gravel at a row of cars belonging to a neighboring dealership. But instead of heading towards the city, he made a detour, heading west.
– The bars are in that direction, I said, pointing behind us.
Jake smiled but continued in silence. About ten minutes later he turned onto a dirt road in the industrial park area. It turned into the driveway of what was once a house but now read “Massage Parlor” in a small flickering neon sign. To the side of the house was a large metal building with a tall door. The door opened as he pulled up on some sort of motion sensor. The headlights shone in the total darkness. He entered, obviously knowing the terrain. He parked and we both got out as the door creaked down. The back door was promptly answered by a gorgeous girl who looked to be about sixteen years old. She wore a kimono and led us into a dimly lit hall, then into a large living room where incense burned and silk lampshades cast a red hue.
– Gentlemen, my name is Kim, the young lady began.
Jake cut her off.
– Kim, it’s okay. This is my friend and I want the best in the house for him. We can skip the formalities, but thank you for protecting my identity.
– Mr. Jake, you’re funny, Kim giggled.
Kim led me into a small booth furnished with a table covered with white sheets, a small chaise longue, and a stand with another lamp with a red shade. A clean ashtray, a bowl of mints, and a box of tissues lay on the stand by the lamp. Kim handed me a towel and said,
– Take off your clothes and I’ll be back.
Without further ado, Kim bowed as wellm-a left alone. I undressed, worried about my pocket money, but quickly reassured myself that it was okay. In a few minutes the door opened and a striking lady in a shortened kimono appeared. She introduced herself as Angie and asked me to follow her. He led me through a multitude of hallways to a sauna. Following her instructions, I entered the steam room, and sat down on the wooden bench.
– I’ll be back soon, Angie said andm-a left with my thoughts again. Hanging from a hook inside the sauna was a pair of white panties. My mind wondered how they got there. Although I never considered myself a pervert in this way, I took the panties off the hook and put them to my nose, wanting to smell sex. Just then, Angie reappeared. The shame was overwhelming, but he was quick to reassure me.
– Do you like panties? I’ll show you more later, she said. please come with me
One more time, Angiem-a led through the maze of hallways to a small sealed room with a glass shower door. In the room was a stainless steel table, a tub of water, and a hose attached to a water faucet. The room was entirely tiled with a drain in the center. It was a sterile environment. Angie told me to lie face down on the table. She pulled out the towel and before I knew what was happening, she was dousing me with buckets of hot water. Then he took out a big sponge and started cleaning every inch, nook and cranny of my body. I have to admit that in my fifty years I have never had a woman rub my ass. Then he asked me to come back. For the second time that night I woke up embarrassed. Between the anticipation, the hot water, and the washing, I was excited. But again Angiem-a quiet.
– Ah, you like it so far, and so do I, she said.
Cleansing was resumed with special attention to my penis and testicles. Then the hot water came again. My body felt like I had wandered into a car wash. Angie sat me down on the edge of the table and started patting my body with the towel.
– Wait, Angie, I said. What is this place? Are we going to have sex or are we done now?
– This is the place of wishes, Angie replied. We make wishes come true. If it’s your desire to have sex, then that’s what we’ll do.
He pulled me to my feet and continued drying. when he finishedm-a taken back to the lobby and back to the original “massage” room. He laid me face down on the table and started pouring warm oil on my back. The massage that followed was outstanding and thorough. From head to toe, Angie expertly manipulated my sore muscles, then routinely turned me over to do the front. My cock throbbed and dripped with semen as Angie worked her magic. Periodically, she would wipe the liquid dripping from my penis with a tissue, then resume the massage. Finally, with a soft cloth, she wiped all the oil off my body, then said:
– Do you want to see panties now?
What I really wanted to do was throw her on the table and jerk her off, but she was so sweet and so kind.
– Yes, that was all I could say.
He pulled me to my feet andm-a sitting on the chaise longue at the foot of the table. She jumped on the table and turned on her back. Angie was a very small woman, probably no more than 1.60 m and probably about 50 kg. She unbuttoned her short kimono, revealing her small breasts. She wore white silk bikinis that took on a pink glow in the shadowy light. I watched carefully as she spread her legs. The silky material contrasted sharply with the olive tones of her legs. My first instincts were to grab my throbbing cock, but I refrained. Angie asked softly.
– Do you have a wish?
– Yes, I said eagerly. Play with yourself through your panties. Touch your finger through your panties. Make yourself orgasm with your panties on.
I threw my desire so hard and determined that Angie flinched for a moment. But she immediately started fulfilling my wishes. Her tiny hand began to gently rub her pussy. With her legs outstretched, her mound of pussy rose up and as she rubbed, the material seemed to cling more to her flesh. He traced the length of her slit with his finger, slowly wrinkling her panties into her pussy. As she gently inserted her finger into her pussy, the panties crinkled up and pulled up from her inner thighs. Her outer lips became more and more visible as her finger penetrated deeper. When she withdrew her finger, the brittle material remained inside her. I watched in amazement as Angie neared orgasm. With one hand he rubbed hard while the other hand pressed and swirled over her clit. I stood up at the foot of the table for a better view as Angie dragged her heels up to the bottom. This woman was so tiny and I couldn’t help but wonder how tight that little pussy was. Angie thrust her hips into the air as her body shook with her orgasm. My hand went to my cock and in three strokes I shot my load on the floor in front of the table. In her own pleasure, Angie didn’t notice what had happened. Her hips returned to the table and Angie stood up. Shyly, she said:
– Do you want sex now, please?
– I would like to, but I had a bit of an accident, I said again embarrassed.
– Okay, we’ll fix it, she said, as she jumped off the table. Come here, she added as she patted the table.
I sat on the table and watched Angie clean the mess off the floor. When he was done, he came in front of me and took off his panties, handing them to me. I was surprised to find them soft and wet with her own juices. She hadn’t pretended. He placed me back on the table, then climbed on top of me. Her pussy was more enticing than panties. A narrow stream of soft black hair was displayed at the top of her mound. Other than that, she was naturally hairless. The skin and folds of her pussy were smooth and tight and I could feel the wetness on my chest. She started to press her pussy against my chest and down over my stomach, then she got all the way up on her knees and put her hand on her pussy. I instinctively pushed a finger into her. Her hole was flooded with hot juices and she caught my finger as I entered her. She leaned back and rubbed her small breasts against mine. She went down and “massaged” my flaccid cock with the same firm breast, then went down some more until her face was over my cock. Then, without any notice, he got up and left the room. I assumed the night was over, but before I could get off the table, she returned. This time she had a warm washcloth and cleaned the remains of sperm from my cock. She was very kind and quick to respond. Next thing I know, she was opening a condom. She placed the rubber on the head of my cock, then with her mouth pushed it back in place…all the way in one go. I was absolutely amazed. Then, maybe to make sure I was fully prepared, he pulled my cock with his mouth, bringing it up to my throat and slowly pulling it out until he felt I was close. Then she climbed back up beside me and pounced on my cock.
– Do you want sex now, please?
Angie smiled as she spoke and I got the feeling she wanted to fuck me as bad as I wanted her. Before I could answer, Angie lowered herself onto my waiting cock. It was so good! And just as tight as I imagined. Angie watched my face as she rose and fell slowly, erotically, on my cock. She sensed my need perfectly and as I started to ejaculate she slammed hard and pressed her hips against me. It was over too soon and I felt completely drained. Angie pulled out the tire andm-a cleaned again with warm washcloth. He helped me get dressed, even putting my socks on. I had every intention of giving her a huge tip, but she refused. All she said was:
– To return.
I was ready to go, but I felt it was out of courtesy to wait for her. When she came back she was fully dressed, hoodie, jeans and trainers. And she had a small bag. Curious, I asked:
– What happens?
angie said:
– Mister. Jake left. He said to take you home.
Shocked I said:
– You mean thatm-a left here? The bastard. You don’t have to take me home, Angie, just call me a cab.
“You don’t understand,” she said. Mr. Jake says to go with you tonight. I still have a lot of panties.
She pats the bag.
– He also left a message that I don’t understand. He says to reconsider the benefits of the new job.
Angie m-a led to her car.
