Jack was amazed at how nervous he felt. He could feel a trickle of sweat run down the small of his back beneath his heavy coat as he looked up at the innocuous neon sign. "Yashiko's Massage Parlor," it read. A further sign in the otherwise-shuttered window read simply, "OPEN".
The place was open. At three o'clock in the morning. Jack sighed. He knew that he'd been lonely since he broke up with Denise (since Denise dumped him, the little voice at the back of his head responded. Let's be honest here, if only with ourselves.) But did it really come to this? Visiting a thinly-disguised house of prostitution?
He knocked on the door, shivering in the cold. Don't go jumping to conclusions, he told himself. You don't know this is a brothel. This could just be a place where they give nice, relaxing massages. You could use a massage. You're tense. Just go on in there, get a massage, and let anything else that happens, happen...
His thought process was interrupted by a voice. "You want a massage?" she (it sounded like a she, at least) asked him, in thickly accented English.
He nodded, before realizing she wouldn't be able to see. "Yes," he said, his voice suddenly difficult to summon.
"One hundred dollars. You have money?"
"Yes," he said again, this time a little more naturally.
The door cracked open to reveal a Japanese woman wearing a silken robe that looked more like lingerie than it did any sort of professional masseur's outfit. Then again, thought Jack, to be fair, he'd never been to a masseuse before. Perhaps they all wore something like this. She wasn't particularly attractive--her face was a little too long, creating that slightly horse-like impression some women gave off. She had a nice body, though, from what he could see...which was quite a bit, he began to notice, as he stared at the slightly translucent robe. Gorgeous, small tits; long, slim legs...
She smiled. Suddenly, he realized how much he was staring, and he jerked his eyes back up to meet hers. Her smile was coy, teasing...surely a woman who wasn't a hooker wouldn't smile like that at a guy who was checking her out?
"One hundred six dollars," she said in a business-like tone, holding out her hand.
"You...um, you said one hundred." But he was already reaching for his wallet.
"Tax," she said. Just the one word. He pulled out the money, idly wondering whether this meant it wasn't a brothel. Don't illegal houses of prostitution avoid paying taxes? Then again, maybe they just paid taxes on the massage part, and kept the sex secret.
She took the money, and said, "My name is Yashiko. Please, follow me." She turned, and as she walked away, Jack noticed that one could definitely add 'firm, rounded ass' to that list of features he'd been cataloging. He stepped after her, admiring it, as she led him into a small, dimly-lit room with a low, padded table. There was a towel lying on the table, and Yashiko said, "Please take off your clothes. I will go get the bath ready."
"Um...all my clothes?"
Yashiko nodded. "Yes, all clothes. Use the towel to cover yourself." With that, she left, closing the door behind her.
It didn't take long for Jack to strip down (carefully placing his wallet in an inside pocket of his jacket), and he hung his clothes on the hook provided. Taking off his glasses was a bit disconcerting--normally, it was something he only did before he went to bed, and having to look at everything through the haze of myopia was a little bit tiring. He had to resist the tendency to squint. He wrapped the towel around himself and stepped back out into the hallway, looking around. It was warm out here in the hallway...in fact, he thought, it was warm in the whole building. Then again, that made sense. If your customers spent most of their time naked, you didn't want them getting cold.
Jack realized his cock was getting a little bit harder, and he tried to decide whether he should concentrate on calming down, or let it get nice and big as a signal to Yashiko that he was looking for sex. He was still thinking about it, and becoming uncomfortably aware that thinking about it wasn't a good way to get rid of an erection, when Yashiko stepped out of an alcove further up the hallway. She said, "The bath is getting ready. Do you want to sit in the sauna for a little bit?"
