He parked his car on a quiet residential street about three blocks away from his destination. Things hadn't been going well at home, and he didn't need anyone to see his car parked near a place like this. For a moment he thought about just hitting a bar, like usual, drinking a few and going home. But a deeper need was urging him onward, pushing him to go through with his plan. He had never...
As he walked he could finally see the rose colored sign rising above his destination The "Evening Sunrise Spa".
A nervous shiver coursed through his body as he reached the doorway and decided to go through with it. Four months without any sex had brought him to this place. He had heard stories about places like this, that the women were really sexy, that the massage was only a cover for the real purpose, etc. Soon he would know for sure.
As he stood in the dimly lit waiting area he began to shiver again. Suddenly the inner door opened and a dumpy woman in her late forties motioned him through it. "Oh great" he thought. "She reminds me of Aunt Sophie." His nervousness was replaced by a strong sense of disappointment. After all, if he were taking a chance like this it should at least be for something worth the risk. He had hoped that the girls would be at least good looking, if not absolutely drop dead gorgeous. He was interrupted by "Aunt Sophie's" gruff voice. "Well, you here for a massage?" she grunted, holding out a looseleaf note book toward him. "Prices are on the first page, girls are on the other pages."
Suddenly his entire day began to brighten up. As he paged through the notebook, he saw pictures of the three girls working tonight. They all appeared to be in their early twenties, and none of them were even faintly like "Aunt Sophie". He was especially attracted to the redhead, and told "Aunt Sophie" she would be it. "Well, what do you want?" she snorted, flipping back to the first page and stuffing the book back into his hands. After a moment he decided to take the hour long massage with the Jacuzzi. "Jacuzzi ain't working tonight. How about the shower? It's the same price." she growled. He agreed to that, and placed $85.00 in her outstretched hand. She pointed to another door and said "Go in there." This old broad was really getting on his nerves.
Alone in the room, he began to look around. There was the expected massage table, towels, oil etc. In a dimly lit corner was a large shower enclosure with a sliding glass door. He heard a soft knock on the door. and the girl in the notebook stepped into the room. She was even more beautiful in real life. Her deep red hair was tied in a ponytail that fell over her shoulder and down the front of an incredible chest. Under the bright yellow tube top she wore he could see small, perky breasts, nipples standing out against the fabric. She wore a pair of denim shorts that fit perfectly around her young body.
"Hi. I'm Lisa. Sophie told me that you wanted a shower massage."
He was jolted out of his daydreams by the name Sophie. "Is that her name?" he asked in shock.
"Yes. Why? Do you know her?
"Well, no. But I was just thinking... Well, she reminds me of an aunt I had named Sophie... It's just that she's..."
"Oh, don't let her fool you. When she's not in her business mood she can be downright pleasant. She's just having some problems now. She really is a nice person. And she's a great boss to work for."
Lisa stepped over to the towel rack and started to get the towels for the shower. "You can get comfortable, and then we'll get started." She gave a playful tug at her tube top and said "When you're ready, you can have this", winking at him as she turned away.
