It took Ben Shermer a few seconds to realize after he walked in the door, because she was wearing what appeared to be a rather expensive appearing wig.
Plus when she looked up at him, the automatic smile on her face turned to one of shock, then she attempted to slip partially behind the woman standing beside her.
Ben was on his way home, and decided at the last minute to stop by. He had never been to this facility before, although he had been to several of the others scattered around town.
After all, sometimes a virile young man doesn't have anything going on, so a nice rubdown and good handjob takes care of things for a few days. Ben could always jack off, of course he could, but having someone else do it, especially someone who knows what they are doing?
There just is no substitute for that.
His friend Jack Miller at work had mentioned the place.
"Molly's Day Spa." read the small sign outside the building. Ben had seen it, the place had been open for a couple of months, but he had paid little attention to it.
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"Man, it's really fucking wide open there, they got three gals on duty all the time. Fifty bucks and a nice tip and you can get pretty much whatever you want from most of them." Jack Miller had chortled as they put away their gear at the end of the shift.
"No shit?" Ben responded.
"No shit! I have only been there once, but Terry over in shipping told me he goes there all the time. They want to get to know you of course, but he said he gets at least a blow job or hand job. He told me that twice now the gal climbed right up on the table and screwed him, he had to use a rubber of course, but still?"
"Terry is kind of a loud mouth." Ben said.
"Yeah, that's true, but I got a hand job from the one they call Melanie so he is at least not jacking us around about that." Miller told him.
"Really?" Ben was surprised, it usually took a half dozen visits and lots of talking, plus cash to get one of them do do anything.
"Yeah, she was naked too, spread her legs and let me look, the whole works!"
Damn. Ben was thinking he might just give that place a try.
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It was a few weeks later, Ben was headed downtown to see if he could find some action. He hadn't even thought about Molly's, but he happened to glance up and see the sign.
He drove down the street, made a left and went around the block. There was a parking lot in the rear, he pulled in.
The small sign on the door read "Walkins Welcome" so Ben pushed the door open.
A sort of fat woman that looked to be in her fifties sat behind a counter, she looked up with a smile.
"Good afternoon, honey! I'm Molly, are you looking for a nice massage?" She stood up and walked over to the counter.
"Uhh..yes, I guess so." The woman looked to be a bit overly made up, and the tops of her rather large breasts showed since the top she had on was very low cut. She grinned at him when she saw him check those out.
He was thinking that this old lady was not exactly what he had in mind, feeling himself blush he tried to think of some excuse to get out of there.
"OK. It's fifty dollars for the hour and you get to take your pick of my girls. We have some showers, and a sauna. It's twenty dollars extra if you want one of the girls to help you with your bath."
"I...uhh..just the massage I guess?" Ben stammered. His pick of three girls? OK, not so bad, at least the old lady wasn't the one he would get.
Molly took the money, led him into the next room.
"Come on girls. Customer!" She called out.
"Tips are between you and the girl, OK, sweetie?" Molly told him with a huge grin. She reached out and patted his arm, more of copping a feel than anything else.
Two younger women filed out, followed by a very nice looking more mature woman. That is when Ben realized he knew her. She saw him at about the same time, her eyes flashed open in surprise, then embarrassment.
She turned her face, tried to slip sideways but Ben knew.
It was Anna Carsens, his neighbor. She and her husband Jack, along with their teenage daughter Jeanie lived in the house right across the street.
The daughter loved to lay out in their yard catching some Sun in the Summer, which Ben didn't mind since she was a very stacked looking 18-19 year old with everything where it belonged.
More than once Ben had peeked at her out of his upstairs window, his pants around his ankles.
Her Mother Anna never did sunbathe, but Ben had seen her outside pushing a lawnmower and working in her flower beds. On hot days she wore a halter top and shorts, she looked very good also for an older lady.
Ben liked it when she was outside on hotter days, strips of white showing when he shorts of top slipped a little bit were nice. Mrs. Carstens had a very flat and muscular tummy, she probably worked out although he had never seen her do that any.
Many times he had wandered over just to visit, which was an excuse to get a closer look, of course. Both seemed to enjoy his stopping by, and never seemed to notice his glances, or at least pretended not to.
