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This is a quickie about Poindexter giving himself a 19th birthday present.
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Poindexter was nervous. He left his glasses in the car and parked in the back lot. He entered the tiny anteroom inside the opaque front door and adjusted to the lack of light. His hand trembled as he hit the buzzer. Except for the internet he never got a look at a naked women. He was standing in 'Bangkok Spa' trying to breathe normally. A short, light weight Japanese-Korean woman unlocked the inner door of the ante room and saw him, "You want half-hour or one-hour?"
"How much?"
"One hour is 60 dollar."
"And half?"
"Forty-five dollar."
"An hour please."
"Sixty dollar now, please."
He handed over 3 bills with President Jackson's face on them. She inspected them, said, "Thank you." and grabbed his hand. "Undress then wrap towel around yourself." He had called yesterday and confirmed they opened at 10 a.m. and close 16 hours later saturday and sunday morning and 14 hours later the other 5 days. He had arrived about 15 minutes after they allegedly opened.
Poindexter undressed quickly and turned his mobile phone off. just as he reached for the towel she opened the door. She gave him a wolf whistle, "Hot stuff." Poindexter blushed, but was horny enough to throw the towel over his shoulder. Poindexter was a thin man, even his cock was thin, but Poindexter was 6 foot even from soles to crown and his penis was a good 7 inches when fully inflated.
The woman who lead him to the large bathroom in the back was the house mother. Her 'girls' got there at about 11. The housemother was late 40's but looked maybe two-thirds that from the neck down, only her face and streaks of dark gray in her jet black hair gave any hint she was beyond late 20's/ early 30's. The housemother called herself Betty and wore a slinky dress with a belt that revealed she really did have a figure that could be confused for a 20-something's. Her measurements were 28A/B-19-25 and only 4 and 2/3 feet tall.
She stood him in the doorway and turned the water on the table shower (a tile covered table with gently sloped tile floor funneling to a floor drain. The whole shower area is tiled then covered with spongy, water proof, sturdy non-slip mesh. She rinsed the tile with hot water to warm up the tiles, then undressed and said, lay down. She adjusted the temperature lower. She was unshaven except for her legs, the hair under her arms and bikini area was jet black. She took a plastic, synthetic loofa and squirted bath gel on it.
"First time here?"
"Yes, ma'am." Poindexter's voice trembled.
She smiled; she loved virgins... she can easily manipulate and milk more money out of them.
"I am Betty, who are you?" She said with the hesitancy one would associate with lack of English skills.
"Poindexter."
"Poindexter?" She nodded. "Stand, let me dry you."
She took an oversized towel and positioned him to dry his body. She went to her knees to dry his legs and groin, looking up, smiling and breathing through her nose so she'd exhale on his wet cock. She pulled her dress over her head and wrapped his towel around his waist.
One of the girls came in and started complaining to the house mother about taking her business. She walked Poindexter to the same massage room his clothes were in and said, "I'll give a little extra and start the hour when I walk back in." Poindexter took off the towel and laid face down. She needed 5 to 10 minutes to put the girl in her place and then returned to Poindexter. "I apologize. Minor disagreement. What kind massage you want?"
Poindexter had read many sites on massage parlors and knew that 40/60 were the average half-hour, hour door fees for his area. He also knew $200 total (including door fee) for blow-job/straight sex with just one orgasm was a good price.
"Do you have any specials?"
"Special full service... three Ben-ji-mans."
She rubbed him lightly as they discussed business. She felt his tension.
"I've not been here or any spa before but I know $150 is a lot closer to reasonable price and even that would be a bit on the high end of average."
"You virgin?... truth."
"Yes."
