Our massage parlor
– Let’s go to town.
– Why? I asked, holding the phone between my head and shoulder as I finished mixing up some guacamole.
“I need to do some research for my ethnography course. We should interview somewhere every week for the whole term and then write a paper on it. It’s boring on its own. Come on, come with me.
I made a mental checklist: my readings were done, I had started my paper for next week…
– Sure, I’m free. Do you want to meet me at the tube station, Kate?
– Sounds good. See you there, John.
I hung up and took the bus to the metro station. Katelyn was already waiting for me and waved at me wildly as I got off the bus. We gave her a quick hug and headed to the platform. I had to remove her long purple scarf from my face several times as the wind blew it wildly.
– So where do you do your research? I asked as the train came to life.
– At this massage salon: Vip Zone. At first I was thinking of doing it at a restaurant, but the employees don’t really have time to sit and talk to me, but there, they’re stuck with me anyway, so I can talk to them all I like.
– Do they know you’re investigating them?
– No, I’m worried they won’t be as open if they know. It’s easy to get them to open, though. As far as I can tell, they don’t have many female customers and I think they are happy to have someone to share their stories with.
-Yes, I doubt many of the people who go there really care much about their life stories. I stopped and bit my lip. So, um, is this some kind of happy ending massage parlor or?
She laughed.
– Jonathan! Do you only think with your penis? I didn’t ask. I don’t want them to think I’m a cop or something, and it’s not like I could benefit from it anyway. Maybe I’ll talk to some of the guys there one day and ask them about it. I’m sure they’d love to brag about their exploits to a cute and curious girl.
– Well, if you want, I’ll go undercover and try to find some things for you, I offered.
It lit up.
– Really?! Do not mind?
– No, I’ve never had a real massage before. It will be a pleasant experience. Would you like to come in and observe or should I tell you later?
– Hmm…how about observing one and then doing another one yourself?
– Won’t they be suspicious if you look at me?
– I’ll just say you’re excited to go in alone. They know me anyway. I don’t think it will be a problem.
– Sounds good.
I checked my watch: 12:00.
– Do you want to eat first?
– Sure, I’m doing it right. Thanks for being my undercover agent, John.
– It’s a sacrifice to be massaged by beautiful women, but for you, I’m willing to do it.
She hit my shoulder and laughed.
– You bastard. You’d better do it. It will help my work and I won’t have to talk to some shady men sitting in the salon.
– Good, good, for you.
We found a nice restaurant in the area and ate. After I finished, she led me to the massage parlor.
– Okay, this is the place.
I followed Katelyn inside.
There was a staircase to one side and a desk as soon as I walked in the door. A woman was sitting behind the desk. Katelyn started talking to her and I admired the scenery. It was simple, but beautiful. The walls were warm with bamboo designs. The downstairs area looked more like a barber shop, with a series of comfortable chairs connected to sinks. I grabbed a paper menu and looked at what they offered. Swedish massage, Thai massage, table shower, foot massage, scalp massage, that’s what the pools are for, hot stone massage, cool stuff. I wondered what made a Thai massage Thai and a Swedish massage Swedish. One was hot and spicy and the other cold and serious? And what was a table shower? Why would you want your table to have a shower?
– John?
– Huh, da?
– Say it’s okay for me to come in with you. He told us to go upstairs and ask Mei. Oh, and take your shoes off here, she said, pointing to a wall of cubes, several of which had shoes in them. They are not allowed to go upstairs.
I kicked off my sneakers and followed Katelyn upstairs. It consisted of a central room, connected to two long halls. In the central room were chairs and couches, facing a large television. Just now a few girls were sitting there, 20s to 40s, talking, taking a break between massages. I was there on a Thursday afternoon, so I wasn’t really surprised by the lack of other customers.
Katelyn asked for Mei and a petite girl got up from the couch and came over to us. She was wearing gray sweatpants, a low-cut white shirt, and bright pink flip-flops. She was young with a pair of red glasses and a slightly amused smile. She was about a head shorter than me and thin, though her arms were muscular from her work. She spoke to Katelyn and brought us into an empty room, motioned us in and closed the door.
The room was bare: a wooden floor, a covered massage table, a small shelf filled with oils and towels, a chair, and a stereo in the corner playing soft oriental music meant to relax.
– Now what are we doing? I asked Katelyn.
She pointed to a row of hooks by the door.
– She said you should undress and get on the table. By the way, when I told the guy at the desk that I wanted to go with you, he asked if I was your girlfriend and I said yes.
She shrugged:
– I found it easiest to go with the story they offered me. I hope you do not mind.
– No, no problem, I said, taking off my shirt. “How much do I have to take off?”
– Everything, she smiled.
– You get upset?
– No, not at all, she said, watching me remove my socks.
“You know what I mean, Kate,” I said, looking away from her wicked smile.
– Oh, good, she complained, turning to face the wall. Is better?
– Yes, thank you.
I hastily removed my pants and boxers and sat on the table, covering myself with a white towel far too impractical to be practical. God, it barely covered my ass.
– You can go back now.
She giggled.
– You look good, she commented, sitting down.
There was a knock on the door and Mei popped her head inside. Seeing that we were ready, he entered. I turned my head to watch her as she prepared herself, rubbing her hands with a fragrant, floral oil. She was dressed comfortably, not sexy, yet her tanned and glowing skin, large brown eyes, and elegant long brunette hair made a striking figure before me. Her cheeks were flushed and she had a bit of turquoise eyeshadow on her eyes. Andhaveto massage my bare body, our forms separated only by a thin, thin, white towel… I sat down on the table, trying not to get confused right away.
She turned around and I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her t-shirt was distorted by two hard, dark points, eagerly piercing through her almost translucent t-shirt. I buried my head in the pillow in front of me, trying to push the naughty thoughts out of my head and failing.
Mei started caressing my body, moving her hands down the length of my back, covering me with oil as she talked to Katelyn. I closed my eyes and relaxed, letting myself be drawn into the massage. She began pressing into my shoulders and back with more force than I would have guessed she could have. I felt myself melting into the mass. She was stroking up and down my back, and with each downward stroke I felt her push my towel lower and lower, an inch each time.
– Are you feeling alright? Is it too loud? Katelyn asked for Mei.
– It’s perfect, I answered, ready to fall asleep, I was so relaxed.
After a while, she stopped her movements and started rubbing my ass, kneading her muscles, running her hands along my inner thighs. I instinctively parted my legs, letting her work her magic. I was blushing, I was sure of it. I didn’t dare lift my head from the pillow. I didn’t want to see Katelyn’s face right now. I was sure he would smile maniacally. She was the sexiest person I’ve ever met who didn’t seem interested in actually having her. She just loved nudity and sex and being downright nasty with anyone who was the least bit cautious, but I’d never seen her make a move on anyone. Was it possible that she was an asexual pervert?
Mei began rubbing her strong hands along my thighs, her fingertips touching my manhood excruciatingly. I was sure he was doing it on purpose. He was just a hair away, over and over and over.
– Whoops! Mei giggled as I shuddered at the electric touch of her fingertips on my cock and testicles.
“Um, it’s okay,” I said, heart pounding, warmth spreading through my body.
After he finished rubbing his feet, Meim-a kicked on the ass. I looked up, confused.
– He wants you back, Katelyn explained.
– Oh, thank you.
I awkwardly reached behind me, pulling the towel back to where it might do some good, and slowly turned around, trying not to expose myself more than necessary. I prayed the towel would be heavy enough that I wouldn’t embarrass myself.
Mei leaned over my head and pressed against my chest, placing her breasts just inches from my face. Her brown nipples were easily visible, stiff and hard. I was mesmerized by her small breasts. He bent down more, bringing his hands to my stomach, lowering his chest even more. Her t-shirt hung over my face for a moment before she stood up and moved next to me to continue her massage. God, I hope this place offers a massage with a happy ending. Either that or they better have an ice shower.
She rested one hand on my hip while her other pressed against my abdomen. I felt his fingers crawling up my legs. Our eyes met and she tried to hold back her smile. I could only imagine what it would be like if Katelyn wasn’t here.
I craned my neck to see Mei making a fist at Katelyn with only her index finger sticking out towards the sky. I looked down at myself and cursed in my mind.
It hadn’t been a problem while I was on my stomach, but now that I was on my back, my cock was free and now there was a giant tent in the towel. I tried to pretend I didn’t hear or see them and tried to move my erection away.
Mei moved her hand, wrapped around an invisible cock, up and down questioningly at Kate, but she giggled and replied, “Bu, bu,” shaking her hand. Mei shrugged and moved to my feet. Her t-shirt was too big for her and when she bent down to rub my thighs I had a clear view of her bottom. Her breasts were small, almost immature. She probably couldn’t have filled an A cup completely, but her nipples stuck out like dark pills.
Again, he played his teasing game, bringing his hands as close to me as possible without actually touching my aching cock. Her hands would disappear under my white towel, then withdraw without giving me any relief. It took endless hours of torture before she patted my leg and said something to Katelyn.
– Your time is up, John, she relayed.
She raised her hand, shielding her eyes, and turned slightly.
– Put the towel back, she says it’s a shower you can use.
I got up and wrapped myself in the towel as best I could. It was barely long enough for a mini skirt, and with my furious stiffness, the front was raised while my hard, swollen head and part of my cock peeked down my ass. Mym-a led out the door with a smile as I tried to pull on my towel long enough to escape a public charge of indecency. We had to walk past the common room where we heard the masseuses giggling behind us. Luckily I soon reached the shower and she led me inside.
As soon as the door closed, he pulled the towel off me andm-a kicked on the ass.
– You’re a good boy, John. Come back and ask for me, she said, walking out the door with my towel, leaving a clean one on the hook by the door.
The shower was a large cubicle, each of its walls were made of transparent glass, except for the back. A chrome ring was directly above me, and when I turned on the shower, the water flowed hot and strong. ItBEto get one like this for home. The water was heavenly and soon the room was filled with steam.
That damned masseuse had been a tease. My testicles were hard and my penis wouldn’t sag. Well, I was alone here, right? I grabbed some soap and lathered myself up, pumping, eyes closed, images of Mei and her luscious, flat chest in my mind. Her tanned skin was gorgeous and her smile so inviting…I wish Katelyn wasn’t there. What would have happened if we were alone?
I was so caught up in my fantasies that I didn’t hear the door quietly open as someone entered the room and walked towards the clear glass.
“Wow,” Katelyn said, she wasn’t kidding when she said you were going overboard.
Snapping out of my daydream, I struggled to cover myself, holding both hands over my cock.
– Katelyn! Showers are private…
– I have to interview you before you forget something, she protested.
– I will remember, believe me. Get out, get out, I have to shower, I said, turning and continuing to wash.
Behind me was silence. Okay, she’s leaving. And then the shower door opened. I turned around, wide eyed, to see Katelyn stepping delicately into the shower wearing only a perverted grin.
– Kate! I screamed, trying to keep my eyes off her round breasts, much larger than I had imagined they would be. Her shiny, damp hair now rested lightly on the bulge of her breasts, almost hiding her nipples, but they stood out, eager to be seen.
He turned me around and pressed his chest firmly against my back. I felt their insistent pressure, her hard tips crushing against me… I felt her bald pussy pressed against my ass as she wrapped her arms around me and began rubbing my chest.
– So, how did you feel during the massage, she asked, playing with her fingers on my body.
I swallowed in seconds.
– Um, well, it was very relaxing. I felt like molded clay, like she was molding me, or like dough?
– Interesting… and why did you get itto stay?
Am gâfâit.
– The masseuse had her breasts in front of me and was constantly teasing me. He was rubbing my thighs, getting closer and closer to my cock, “accidentally” touching it, over and over, I felt like I was going to explode. …
She managed it easily, leaning into my ear and whispering hoarsely,
– He offered to take care of him for you, you know.
– I saw her make the move… why did you say no?
– I should be your girlfriend. It would be weird if I let her do itto stayright in front of me, don’t you think?
– Well, it’s true… Did he say anything about it?
– What, like “Wow, it’s so huge!”?
– Well, that would be nice to hear.
– Hmm…he said a few things about it, but I don’t think I remember too well… he said, thinking as he slowly stroked my manhood. I was helpless in her hands. I could feel the end coming. Her hand barely moved, gripping me tightly just below the head, pumping back and forth until the pleasure was too much to bear.
“Um, Katelyn, you should probably stop because it feels really good, so you should…” I groaned.
I was overwhelmed with pleasure. My knees buckled. My penis spasmed as thick jets of cum splashed onto the glass, dripping slowly. Katelyn sighed happily as she milked my cock, gently rubbing it from the top to get every last drop out.
I was ashamed. I ejaculated in front of her and so fast… She had barely rubbed herself for half a minute before I finished.
– Wow, that was a lot of pressure, wasn’t it?
I nodded weakly, watching as she slid her finger down the glass, collecting some of my cum on her finger. As I watched, stunned, blushing furiously, she put it between her lips and sucked her finger.
– Hmm, quite tasty. I will definitely tell Mei.
He washed his hands in the shower and got out, drying himself with the towel.
– See you in the main room, John. Don’t be late.
I saw her get dressed and go out. I washed, dried, got my towel and went back to the room.
Kate was talking to the girls when I walked by. I got dressed in the room and came out to find her standing and saying goodbye. He led me downstairs, I put on my shoes and left. I went into a bar, got some drinks and talked for almost an hour while she interviewed me about the massage.
– Would you be willing to make one yourself? she asked as we headed to the subway to go home.
I thought about Mei’s teasing and her offer to come back.
– Sure. Anyway, I can help you.
– Well, you owe me that after I helped you in the shower… she giggled.
