Author's Note: This is based on an actual event that happened to me.
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I walked into the nail salon on a seemingly uneventful Tuesday, hoping to kill some time before going home to my gay roommate and his drama. All I really wanted was a pedicure, but I got so much more in the end. I'd never been to this nail salon, but decided to try it after the other Asian salons in my small Oklahoma town kept messing my nails up. As racist as it may sound, I was really hoping for a nice middle-aged southern Republican woman who would do my nails without judging the bright orange polish I brought with me, or the bright pink streaks in my hair and my short skirt.
When I walked into the empty salon, however, a petit Asian girl (couldn't have been any older than 18) greeted me and asked what she could do for me, all the while eyeing my long legs and pitiful toenails.
"I was hoping to get a pedicure, but I see I came in right at closing. I could come back tomorrow?" I said.
"No, you sit down, Miss. I lock up and then I do pedicure for you," she replied as she locked the front door, and turned off the neon sign. She led me to the back of the salon, where the spa chairs were lined up, then quickly turned around and said, "We go to back room, so no one want come in."
So, I followed her innocently enough into the back room of the salon, and kicked off my strappy heels.
"What your name, Miss?" she asked.
"Missy, actually. Haha," I replied. "And yours?"
"Umihara, but you call me Umi," she said, while fidgeting with the spa chair's faucet.
I went to sit in the chair when I realized I was still wearing the panty hose I'd put on that morning in order to keep a certain amount of respectability in the Cash Advance store where I work.
"Umi, can I use your bathroom?" I asked. "I forgot that I'm wearing panty hose."
"Second door on left," she said.
As I walked to the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of her eyeing my legs again, and I smiled to myself. Never fails. I have fantastic legs. After stuffing my panty hose in my purse, another realization hit me: I was also wearing a thong under a mid-thigh legnth pleated skirt. Deciding to myself that it's happened before, I sucked it up and went back out to where Umi was waiting for me at the spa chair.
After sitting down and getting somewhat comfortable, Umi handed me the remote control to the massaging chair, and it was surprisingly in Japanese. I must've giggled a bit to myself, and Umi looked up.
"Haha! I forget this chair different. Let me help you." She pushed a few buttons and the chair reclined a bit, while lifting the seat up to give her better access to my feet. It also gave her a view of everything under my skirt. Then, I felt a dull hum in the seat of the chair as some really intense vibrations started.
"Get comfortable, cause I gonna take my time!"
"Oh yeah, I could get used to this, Umi."
"You have very pretty leg, Missy."
"Thanks! I'm really glad I came in here. I've been meaning to for a month, and I've never had the time."
"You have boyfriend?"
"No, I don't date anymore."
