He had heard the story from a few different sources. That there was a woman now residing in Chinatown who gave the most incredible massages in the world. She went by the name of Madame Tay, but that was all he knew. As the legend was told, more than one man had succumbed to heart failure while "under her hand" and quite a few more were driven insane. So this had been the start of his obsession to find her.
People usually told him he was a shmuck when he informed them about these quests he often went on, but he liked to think of himself as a "man of the world". He was an experience junkie and he wanted to feel everything that life had to offer. So he went to Chinatown that day on a mission to locate this mysterious, elusive Madame Tay and discover what pleasures she could bestow.
When he arrived in the city he looked in the phone directory under "Tay" and found twenty odd listings. He called them all but got nowhere until he spoke to a Mr. Tay who said his mother was a "reader of tea leaves" and sometimes went by the title "Madame". So he arranged to meet this woman under the pretext that he needed advice.
Her office turned out to be a room over her family's dry cleaning business and she turned out to be a woman in her eighties. She brought him upstairs accompanied by her nephew and read the tealeaves in the bottom of his cup after he was finished.
"You are a chaser of shadows but you will soon make a great discovery!" she predicted.
He thanked her and paid her more than she asked for and then inquired if there was another Madame Tay that she knew of there. The old woman spoke to her nephew back and forth in Cantonese for awhile before the nephew addressed him.
"My aunt believes you may be looking for our relative who works at the dim sum kitchen on Panda Avenue." he announced.
He thanked the woman and her nephew before leaving but he had little faith in their referral. How could he find Madame Tay in a dim sum restaurant, he wondered?
The vision he had of Madame Tay was right out of central casting. He saw her as a swan-like creature with intense eyes that glittered with intrigue. She would, of course, be dressed in a traditional, full-length silk robe with her hands hidden in the sleeves. He envisioned her emerging from behind a curtain as a gong sounded and jasmine incense curled through the air. Then she would gracefully and ominously glide toward him...
When he arrived at Panda Avenue he realized this was not a good part of town. It was where the newly arrived Chinese lived in crowded little spaces that stunk of rotting food. Inside the dim sum kitchen itself, hordes of Chinese were noisily consuming their daily fare. He approached the cashier and had to shout to make himself heard.
"Do you have a Madame Tay that works here?" he queried.
The cashier looked perplexed but then summoned the manager. When the manager arrived he seemed to recognize the name and lead him to the back of the restaurant into the kitchen. They continued through the kitchen into another room where women were cutting vegetables. The manager asked him to wait there and then went behind a curtained door. Moments later a middle-aged woman peeked out at him and then disappeared. Then the manager came back out and held the curtain open for him.
"Madame see you now." he announced with a weird smile.
He entered the room and saw that it was set up like a small apartment with a table and chairs, a TV and a bed in the corner. It also had a small kitchen area where food was being cooked. Then the woman he had seen peek out from the curtain came out of the bathroom.
"Please to sit." she said, motioning toward the table.
"Are you Madame Tay?" he asked hesitantly.
"Yes, yes." she replied pushing a chair under him.
"Are you the same Madame Tay that...gives massages?"
"Yes, yes!" she relied again, patting his arm.
He wondered if this whole thing had been a mistake at that moment. She was a somewhat plump, gray-haired grandma and nothing about her said "dangerous" or "mysterious" to him. Although he understood from his experiences that the best massages were rarely given by the young cuties, he did have certain standards. He looked around the room again.
"So where do you...do your work?" he asked.
"Here, here!" she replied with a smile, pointing to the long dining table they were sitting at.
"Here!" he exclaimed.
"Yes, this table good for massage!" she insisted.
She got up and returned with a sleeping mat and rolled it out over the table and then placed a sheet over it.
"One hundred dollars, please." she said, holding her hand out.
He was uncomfortable with the whole situation, but then hadn't danger been what he had come there to find?
He paid her and then looked around for a place to change.
"Okay, you give me clothes now." she ordered.
He hesitated and then handed over his shirt and pants and shoes after removing his wallet and keys.
"Underwear too." she commanded.
He stripped the rest of the way down and then stood there feeling quite vulnerable and strange. She disappeared with his clothes and then returned with a tin of cooking butter. She had him lay down on his stomach on the makeshift massage table.
"You clean?" she asked, before spreading his ass cheeks and sniffing him.
"What?"
"Okay, you clean." she replied, slapping his butt.
She began by dry massaging him. She pressed the balls of his feet between her hands and then beat his heels with her fist before working up to his calves and hamstrings where her thumbs moved in long lines, plowing through the tension in his legs and taking his mind on a beautiful journey. Then she worked the deep muscles of his buttocks before climbing on top of him to walk her palms up his back. As he listened to his vertebra make crunching sounds, he decided he had done well. But then a woman entered the room from the kitchen and started asking Madame Tay some questions. She answered as she worked his shoulders from the front, but he was somewhat bothered by the fact that his bare ass and balls were now exposed to this random kitchen worker. Did they have no conception of privacy in the Orient?
The cooking butter went on next after the intruder left. She worked it into his feet and legs in pinching, swirling motions, then rubbed it deep into the crack of his ass. As he lay there with his legs spread, he hoped there would be no more walk-in visitors to gawk at his now buttered ass, since her fingers were now delving down into his scrotum and sweeping up across his anus in slow, purposeful strokes. He liked where this was going, he thought, and he was beginning to appreciate the whole impromptu nature of the set up she had there. Do you want a massage? Here, lay down on my dining table!
But there was nothing about this massage as of yet that was all that special. It was simply adequate. His heart still felt strong and his mind was still clear.
When she had finished with his back she had him turn over. She buttered up his thighs and pushed his cock from side to side in the process and this added a bit more tension. Then she arrived at a spot near his crotch that sent tingles down into his prostate. He knew at once this was a spot she had mapped and visited often. She kneaded it and prodded it and then he watched in amazement as his cock responded to the signals she was sending. Soon his poor prick began to rise like a crane without any will of its own. He felt his face begin to burn like a virgin as his member achieved its full, aching, engorged glory right in front of her.
This was where the massage became quite unique in his experience since he had never achieved an erection during one without direct manual stimulation before. But there it was, filling the room up like a white elephant, and Madame Tay seemed completely indifferent to it.
He kept watching her face, waiting for her to acknowledge his big, beautiful hard-on and perhaps wrap her painted Chinese lips around it. How could she resist, he wondered?
Then she began to rub his inner thighs with quick upward strokes and then took a detour to his testicles which made his dick flap around like a spring-loaded dagger. After this, with no further adieu, she gripped the head of his gland with two fingers and began to casually slow stroke it.
A flood of relief washed over him as her hand moved artfully over his gland. Then, to his horror and consternation, another female kitchen worker entered and began rummaging around in the small kitchen. Madame Tay started conversing with her as she continued to rub the head of his cock. He put his arm over his face to try and deny the worker's presence, but he knew his raging erection was now on public display.
"You know I'm really not into being watched." he said in almost a whisper.
Madame Tay kept stroking his asshole and his cock as she spoke, giving the girl directions of some kind. But then she grabbed a thick elastic band and wrapped it tightly around the base of his cock and balls, trapping the blood and preserving his hardness.
"What's this?!" he protested.
"I come back in minute." she said to him, before playfully tapping the now purple head of his cock!
