This is a true story. All the names have been changed except for China - The names they gave me were probably fake anyway... This is written in my conversational style, because that is what I am trying to replicate.
I have been planning this return trip to China for a number of months. I have been wondering if I wanted to contact Amy, the woman who serviced me last time in China. She had asked me to bring her some cosmetics (that are in short supply, or unreasonably expensive in the Chinese country).
She promised to pay me back for the items, but I always figured we would take it out in trade. She never gave me the exact brand name of the cosmetics she wanted, so I texted her. I reminded her of her request, and then the flood gates opened. She was asking for clothes, shoes, and cosmetics... My actual plan was to tell her I was bringing the cosmetics, and actually get her something sexy from Victoria's Secret. The underwear they have in China is not sexy. At all.
I had to point out that the cosmetics she requested seemed to be an Asian type of western brand. I was trying to better understand what the product was so I could buy a replacement. But then her texts and requests kept flooding in. All I needed was my wife to see these texts. So in an abundance of caution, I texted her and said my trip was delayed. I said I would contact her when it was rescheduled. She replied that she was looking forward to it, and then I deleted her contact, and blocked her.
I figured I would find another masseuse, when I got to Hangzhou China. And I did.
On my first night a young woman named Susan stopped me on the street and asked me if I wanted a massage. She was much younger and prettier than Amy, and best of all, she worked by herself - no partner. I was way too tired to do the massage that night, but I discussed terms and rates with her. The rate was cheap, but I knew she would extort more money from me once we started.
I was too tired from the jet lag, so I said I would call her later in the week. She gave me her card with her contact information.
Then I figured I would engage her in some conversation.
I asked her:
Me - How long for the massage?
Susan - One hour
Me - How do you give it? Naked?
Susan - No, Topless
Me - Can you get naked?
Susan - Yes, but for more money...
Me - Would you include a blow job at the end? (I am never this upfront, but I figured nothing ventured, nothing gained.)
Susan - She answered by laughing and using her hand pretending to jerk me off
Me - I smiled and said, "No Susan, I want you to use your mouth" And I took my index finger and lightly touched the edge of her pretty smile.
Susan - She feigned surprise, and said "My mouth?"