This is a short story to break up my longer Makati story. Based on real events.
I just love to get massages, in fact I think I'm addicted. I spend well into five figures every year to have a hopefully pretty girl rub her hands over my body. But it's more than that, I love the chase of finding new girls and new places. Even when I find a near perfect location and girl, I get adhd and want to find something else.
I've had it all, from pure legit massages to massive orgies in massage parlors all over the world.
I was in San Antonio for business, seeing a client. The meeting went well, so before I headed back to the hotel for a nap and to catch up on paperwork, I decided to find a place for a massage. This was back in the day before Backpage was shutdown, so I went on the local page and found a few options. But one peaked my interest.
"Four Handed Asian Massage by husband and wife."
It had a picture of a petite Asian gal and her Asian husband. She was super-hot (if her pictures were real), but what really got my motor running was the opportunity to cuck her husband. He looked like a older Chinese guy.
I sent a few texts inquiring about price, location and the menu. I was told it was $140 for an hour and that the menu was discussed in person only. I put in the general area they gave me into google and found out they were 20 minutes away. I asked if an appointment could be had within the next hour, and they responded with an affirmative and gave me general directions.
I headed off in the rental car and when I arrived at the Target shopping center I texted back with my location. They gave me an address a few blocks away and told me to text when I parked in the carport outside their house.
After I pulled in, my phone dinged and the text was to walk in the door, don't knock. The neighborhood was a typical 1970's working class area, most of the yards were well kept, but a few looked like rental houses. This one included. I didn't feel unsafe and walked right up and through the front door.
Once through the front door I was situated in a semi darkened living room, with older furniture and a big screen TV with CNBC tuned in. The Chinese guy came over wearing scrubs and introduced himself as Joe and said that his wife Sandy was getting the room ready, that I should follow him.
I looked around again making sure there wasn't anything to be afraid of and followed Joe down the hall to a small bedroom off the left-hand side. Inside was a dresser with a large mirror above it, a small couch and a massage table in the middle of the room. The floor was covered in old carpet that looked like it might be original to the house.
Sandy was lighting candles on the dresser and turned as I entered. She was maybe 5'2" tall, maybe weighing 100 pounds. She was wearing short jean shorts and a red tank top and 4" clogs. She had very small breasts and they were apparently not encumbered by a bra, as her nipples were visible through the tank top. She was just like the pictures. She looked 25, but knowing Asians, she was probably mid thirties.
She came over and introduced herself and asked if I would like a shower. I told her that I would take a shower after the massage and she instructed me where I should hang my clothes and that I could lay down facedown. They would return in a few minutes.
I laid the $140 on the dresser and undressed and hung my clothes in the small closet and then laid my naked body face down on the warm massage table.
In a few minutes they returned with a knock on the door and came into the room and dimmed the overhead light. They turned on some generic massage music and then asked what type of massage I liked?
"I like them all, hard to soft. It is up to you to use your technique to draw me back as a customer," I said.
I could hear them discussing something in Chinese and then I felt warm oil by multiple hands being spread on my legs and back. Softly they began to rub the oil into my skin and then they began to rub harder in the general problem areas of my upper and lower back. I could see through the hole in the massage table at my head that it was Sandy at the top of the bed by my head, working my upper back. I raised my hands from the side of the table to graze her smooth legs working my way to her jean shorts. She giggled and said "You are a bad boy Bob," as she continued her massage. She didn't move away as my hands got to her pear shaped ass and I proceeded to give her ass a massage as they proceeded to work on my back.
"So, how did you two get into doing massages together?" I asked as I put one hand on the inside of her shirt to feel the sweat on her lower back.
"We started doing massages when we had to shut down our restaurant, we worked for 10 years to open it, but we lost it a few months ago," Joe stated as he rubbed my lower back.
I moved my hand up Sandy's upper back and around to her very small but very pert tits under her shirt. I slowly worked her pencil eraser nipple between my fingers with no resistance to her.
"Too bad about the restaurant," I said as I fingered Sandy's nipple with my left hand while I squeezed her ass with my right.
Sandy replied "Yes, it was a good place, but we couldn't afford to keep it open."
"Yeah, the stock market went down, took our savings with it," Joe replied and he moved to apply lotion to my legs.
Sandy replied "Joe lost our money in the market, leaving us to do this to save some money again. I want to open a restaurant again, this time maybe in Houston. For the last month, we've been doing this." You could hear a little venom in her voice with that revelation.
I moved my right hand to the front of Sandy's shorts and popped open the button fly, she immediately stepped back and refastened while lightly slapping my back, "Bad boy, we don't do that."
"So what do you do Sandy?" I asked.
Joe replied, "Massage with hand job. Either I can give you the hand job or Sandy, but that is all we do."
"Do you get many guys wanting hand jobs from you Joe?" I inquired.
"Yes, most of the guys that come here that is what they want. I won't let Sandy do massages alone because I don't trust the guys and what they want if I'm not there."
"So, you don't do any more than a hand job? Never?" I asked.
Sandy replied as I pinched her nipple harder "Yes, we have done some blow jobs, but that will be extra."
"How much extra?" I asked.