I've learned over the years how to do recon on the best massage establishments in any given area. The internet makes it a lot easier than a lot of people think. Websites and forums are there to guide you with reviews and in some cases, hidden gems.
I was in Kansas City for business for a couple of weeks, a few days into the trip I was needing my fix. I logged on to a local board and looked around, mostly old Chinese women giving happy endings was the result of my hour search. A few full service places existed, but the service level seemed iffy, and I really like a good massage.
I posted a few messages and within a couple of days had some recon from the locals. I sent one of the guys a private message to inquire about one of his recommendations, and he responded after some back and forth that I should try Royal Spa, a higher end place reserved for the suburban housewives. This was a strange recommendation, as most of these places are not only 100% legit but cover you up like an eskimo and if you try anything, they will call the cops.
I replied as such, and he told me there was a secret password of sorts. That I should call for an appointment and ask that the owner Emily to give the massage. He told me, "What do you have to lose? $90 and a hour of your time?"
I called the next day and asked for an appointment with Emily and was scheduled in for 6:00pm that evening. After a long day shuttling paperwork between offices of one of my bigger clients, I was off to Overland Park to find my way to Royal Spa.
It was in a atypical shopping center in a higher end area of town. Mostly BMW's and Mercedes parked out front with an occasional mini van. I parked my rental and walked into the front door to a very well furnished waiting room, with dark leather chairs and couches and high end tile on the floor. Behind a deep mahogany desk sat a young Asian girl who was dressed in a traditional Chinese Qipao silk dress showing off her very thin frame with a nice set of tits.
I informed her of my 6:00pm appointment with Emily and she asked in perfect English if I had been there before. When I replied it was my first time, she smiled and handed me a clip board and asked me to fill out the first two forms.
I went and sat in one of the oversized leather chairs and filled out the standard paperwork. Of course, I didn't use my real name or address, and indicated the places on my lower back, my glutes and hamstrings that needed extra attention on the outline of a human body.
I returned to the front desk and handed the clipboard back to the young lady behind the desk. She took the clipboard from me and asked to me take a seat, it would only be a few minutes and I will be called back.
No sooner than I had sat down, I heard my false name being called from a door off to the right of the waiting area. The name I use is similar enough to my real name that it is easy to recognize for me when I'm not paying attention.
Waiting for me at the door was another very slim Asian woman, about 5'4" tall and maybe early 30's (you never can tell with Asians, they age so differently than the rest of us). Her breasts weren't nearly as large as the girl behind the desk, but she was much more stunning in her facial features. Big dimples accented her brown doe eyes, shimmery white teeth, plump lips. Her hair was up in a bun.
She wore a similar traditional Chinese silk dress, very tight to her thin body, it was long with a slit up both legs to almost her midsection showing off her thin white legs that looked smooth as glass. She also wore 3 or 4" high heels on her very small feet.
She thrusted her hand out to me and introduced herself, "I'm Emily," she said as she gave me a firm handshake with her very tiny hands. I introduced myself to her and she escorted me back down a long corridor to a private room off the right-hand side. It was much larger than most massage rooms and had a huge massage bed in the center. The room was lit by dim light sconces on either wall with a table setup at the back of the room with massage oils and other supplies. On the left wall was a doorway that was open to a private bath, with a shower stall, toilet and sink. The fixtures and decorating were of very expensive origin. There was no way this was a jack shack. I just hope it's a good massage at this point.
Emily turned on the shower and then came back into the main room, she told me to hang my clothes on the hooks in the bathroom and to shower. After I shower to put on the shorts that were currently hanging on the hooks and to lay face down. She would return in five minutes to begin the massage.
She turned on some soft Asian music and exited the room and I went to the bathroom and undressed. I felt the water temperature and got in the shower and washed my body with the supplied liquid soap. Hanging beside the shower was a big fluffy white towel, which I used to dry myself off after finishing the shower. I wasn't expecting anything other than a good massage at this point, so my cock was hanging in disappointment.
I put on the blue paper shorts and laid face down on the huge massage table. It was warm, so it must have an electrical heater built in. As soon as I was face down, I heard a soft knock on the door and hear someone enter the room. I raised up a little to see that Emily was back and she smiled at me and went into the bathroom to grab the towel I had used to dry off. She brought it back and used it to finish drying my back, telling me that I had missed a few spots.
Emily's English was nearly perfect, with just a hint of a Chinese accent. She then asked me about my trouble spots, and I told her about my constantly tight hamstrings, which caused lower back issues. She told me to relax, and that she would see if she could work out my muscles for me.
I felt her soft hands begin to apply warm oil to my back. She covered my entire back with oil before applying any pressure. Her hands felt great on my skin, I knew she was going to give a good massage from that first 30 seconds. She continued to work on my upper, then my lower back. She and I talked about nothing in general, then she asked what had brought me to her place? I told her a buddy of mine had recommended her place, and her in particular. When she asked the man's name, I made one up...Jim (the guy had a handle on the forum, so I didn't know his real name).
She told me she had a few customers named Jim, if I could describe him, maybe she would know which one he was, so that she could thank him for the recommendation. At this point, I told her, "I don't really know him in person, we are just friends online."
"Ah," she replied and continued in silence massaging my back.
"Damnit," I thought to myself. I might have just screwed myself with this "password" that the guy on the forum talked about. He never briefed me into what she would ask, and I didn't think to ask too many questions. Oh well, I'll just sit back and enjoy the massage.
