"All right George, where the hell are you taking me?" I demanded.
It seems that my buddy, George, had driven into the really sleazy part of town.
"Trust me pal. I guarantee you're gonna like this place," George replied with an evil grin.
We pressed further into the slum. It was a lousy night, rainy, windy and cold. I couldn't believe I had gotten up from a cozy fire, a beer and a football game to go with George. He was forever getting me into trouble and then saving my dumb ass at the last minute. We had been in the army together and had been in some pretty grim situations. You tend to trust someone when you have almost had your asses shot off with them.
"See Harry, there is the sign right over there," he excitedly babbled as we skidded to a stop.
A faded neon sign clung to the top of the door. I think it said Expert Masseuse Available.
"Masseuse? You hauled me all the way into no man's land to get a steam job and a blow bath?" I mumbled.
"Come on Harry. Don't be a pencil neck. I guarantee you're gonna like this place."
"Damn," I muttered.
George knocked on the door and whispered something into the microphone. The door swung open and I gingerly stepped inside.
What a shock! It looked just like Jenny Rose's place in Tachikawa only it was a lot cleaner and there wasn't a little doggy running around pestering us. We sat at a low table on the floor which was covered in a thick, luxurious carpet. A small, pretty oriental woman appeared and served us tea. We sipped our tea until a larger woman entered the room. She handed us a couple of menus. I gave George a questioning look.
"No, it's not a restaurant. Read the menu," George said.
I opened my menu. It was immediately clear that this wasn't a restaurant. It was a list of all the services provided by the 'massage' parlor and all their prices. The further down the list I read the bigger my eyes got and so did other parts of my anatomy. I smiled at George.
"This looks like it could be some fun," I told him.
"They've had no complaints from me," replied George, "and their girls are really pretty. Did you read page two?" I flipped the page. There were names and pictures of various girls. They ranged from big, busty blondes to petite Orientals. The oriental girl had reappeared. I noticed that she was on the menu.
"May I take your order?" she asked.
"I'll take the number seven with you," I replied.
She smiled shyly and took George's order. I don't remember what he ordered. I remember I didn't care.
The girl offered her hand. I stood up and she took my hand. I followed her down a hall and into her massage room. There was a big, wide bed, shelves with various bottles of oil and a small refrigerator. A big, fluffy chair completed the ensemble.
"Take off all your clothes and lay down on your tummy," she said.
I got undressed.
Underwear too!" she ordered.
My shorts hit the floor. I crawled onto the bed and lay down. When I looked at her she was totally nude. Things were looking up. She started with my feet, gently massaging the soles. Grasping my toes, she expertly popped them one at a time. Then her hands slid up my legs. I felt massage oil on them as her fingers dug into the tense flesh. Her journey continued up my legs until she got to my butt. I felt some oil being poured on my asshole. Little fingers tickled my balls. Something was being shoved into my well lubricated ass.
"What's that?" I asked.
"It's a string of beads for later," came the answer.
