It was a chilly afternoon and my football practice was just about to end. Thank goodness.
"Kevin, one more run and we'll send you guys to the showers!" my offensive coordinator yelled from the sideline. At 5'9" and 210 lbs I was a beast at running back. Just small enough to squeeze through the cracks, but built enough to take the hits. I stood next to my quarterback and waited for the handoff.
"Hike!"
I got the ball and cradled it in my right arm... CRACK! As my eyes opened and my senses came back to me from being hit, I felt a sharp pain run down my left leg. Apparently my leg decided to cramp up during the handoff which left me wide open for a big hit. The trainer ran over as I laid there grimacing and he went through the usual protocol of moving my leg around and stretching my left calf. Since it was the very end of practice and neither one of us wanted to stay at the school, my trainer told me to stretch it out and get a massage since my body had taken a clear beating.
Growing up was a humbling experience. I lived in a household of love and encouragement, however, due to my parents' low income jobs, we had to watch our wallets. I couldn't afford to go to a nice massage/salon, but I did remember seeing a sign at an Asian massage parlor for a $40 full body massage. I gave them a call and scheduled an appointment for later that evening... the lady on the phone could barely speak English, but we worked it out.
When I pulled up to the massage parlor at 9pm, I could see the fluorescent "Open" sign flashing in the window. By this time my leg had continued to cramp throughout the evening so I was looking forward to this massage. I didn't know what to expect, but I always did like a good shoulder rub so figured a full body would be amazing.
As I walked through the door, the chimes hanging from the inside handle made a ruckus as I entered. The inside of the parlor was dimly lit and decorated with Asian posters portraying the human body. The room smelled of Chinese incense and the distinct hint of tiger balm. I stood there not knowing what to do, until a cute little Asian girl walked through another entrance asking if I was the 9 o'clock appointment. I nodded and she said to follow her.
She led me down a dark hallway of rooms, where I couldn't help but applaud her figure. Her hair was up in a bun and she wore a dress ending just above her knees. She led me into a small room with a light in the corner and a massage table right in center. When she turned around to face me I guessed she was in her later 20s and about 5'3". I couldn't help but notice her low cut dress that allowed a couple inches of ample cleavage to show. She wasn't a stick like most Asian girls I know. I would guess she was a solid B cup and the fabric on her ass was stretched thin.
"Is this your first time here?" she asked with a smile.
"Yes," I nodded.
