Eddie left the bar in a foul fuzzy mood, having been unable to retrieve his keys from the bartender after the fourth Crown and coke. It was far too early to go back to his lousy apartment, so he wandered randomly down one street and another, glancing into store windows and passing the chipper yuppie types who infested this part of the city.
Another turn took him away from the unwanted company and into a less gentrified area. The street lights here weren't as bright, and the stores less upscale. He even saw the three golden balls of a pawnshop -- as if anyone in this neighborhood would have gold to trade. He chuckled at that, and leaned against the rough stone of the closest building to catch his balance.
The faded sign in the window next to him said "Masage". What the hell, he thought, and rang the doorbell. A wizened Asian woman answered the bell and peered at him challengingly. "What you want?" Eddie pointed out that the sign offered a massage, and the woman grudgingly agreed, letting him through the door into a small entryway and asking sharply where he parked his car. "They tow, you know."
Eddie explained that he'd walked from a good distance away, so his car was safe from the neighborhood tow trucks. The old woman muttered under her breath, held out one hand and announced "Ten Dolla to come in." When Eddie pulled two fives out of his wallet, she locked the door behind him and escorted him into a warm living room.
There were three barely-dressed girls waiting on the worn couches. One was a sturdily-built Hispanic, one was a dramatically busty freckled redhead, and the third was a younger Asian with a sallow yellow complexion. Eddie looked all three over, and eventually pointed at the Hispanic. "That one." The girl, who introduced herself as Elena, took Eddie into the back where a jacuzzi was waiting, and held out her hand.
"Twenty," she said. Eddie rolled his eyes, but pulled two worn tens from his pocket and gave her the cash. She stripped him efficiently and dropped her robe, plush curves rolling, then guided him into the swirling water. Between the heat of the jacuzzi, Eddie's inebriation, and the talented hands of Elena, he fuzzed out in short order.
When he came to, he was lying naked on his side on a beat-up twin bed, his cock and balls throbbing pleasantly. The wall in front of him was discolored, and seemed to have a pattern but he couldn't keep his eyes focused on it. Somewhere in the building female voices rose and fell, one sharper than the others, and he found the back and forth of the sounds relaxing as well.
Eventually, a different old woman came in and tapped Eddie on the shoulder to rouse him. She was carrying a china cup fragrant of tea. "Drink," she said. Eddie struggled to a sitting position, took the cup and sipped like an obedient schoolboy. She gabbled away in her own tongue while he drained the cup, then called out through the door. The yellow-skinned girl came in and listened to her, then spoke to Eddie.
"Mama says you not eating well, not good to fall asleep in tub. Special tea help. Also since you walk a long way to get here, Mama insists you stay the night. Guarantee you have good time and wake up sober." A flicker of something unpleasant crossed the girl's face, probably the idea of giving their services away. Anyway, it sounded like a great deal to Eddie and he agreed readily.
