"Turn over, please." Nick really hoped Gordo was right about this place, or he was about to embarrass the hell out of himself. Twenty minutes of Jiangyi working on his legs, thighs, and buttocks with warm oil had left his dick so hard he could feel it poking into the massage table, and he couldn't stop his erection from springing up when he rolled onto his back at this point even if he wanted to. He was about to give Jiangyi a faceful of cock, and he'd feel terrible if that wasn't part of her job.
He was pretty sure it was, though. The way Gordo leered when Nick mentioned that he was going to Dallas on a business trip made it pretty clear that his old college buddy was back on his favorite subject, and when Gordo said, "Oh, man, you have just *got* to visit the White Lotus Massage Parlor on Canton Street," Nick was pretty sure that his friend hadn't developed an interest in shiatsu.
Normally, he would have just filed the name away with all the other places Gordo talked about in his self-appointed capacity as Zagat's Guide to Prostitution, but...Nick had to admit, he was in the middle of a dry spell. It was hard to get into a relationship with someone when your job had you racking up enough frequent flyer miles to earn your own airplane, and when Nick's hotel turned out to be four blocks from Canton Street, well, a guy was only human, right?
So after the last round of meetings ended for the night, Nick decided to go looking for a restaurant on Canton Street to eat dinner. And damn if he didn't find himself walking right past a little hole-in-the-wall place with a sign that said 'White Lotus Massage Parlor'. He gave a spontaneous knock on the windowless door (when he said 'hole-in-the-wall' he meant it literally-the door was recessed into an otherwise smooth facade of gray brick) and asked the handsome Chinese woman who answered, Jiangyi, if he could get a massage.
"Um, with, you know, a happy ending," he mumbled, blushing. Gordo was probably smoother at that part, but Nick didn't know how you normally asked for a handjob. Because he didn't normally ask.
And now it was time to see if Jiangyi was up for it. Nick sure as hell knew he was; his cock practically bounced off his belly when he rolled over, wobbling around as if on springs. Jiangyi looked at it with a practiced eye and gave him a small, crooked smile. "Already thinking about your happy ending, huh?" she asked, in an accent that was more Gulf Coast than Guangdong.
"Um, I..." Nick felt the blush spreading down his chest. Between the blood rushing to his skin and the blood rushing to his throbbing penis, he was kind of amazed he wasn't feeling light-headed. "Yeah," he finally said, not trusting himself to say anything more. He felt like a teenager all over again, flirting with Mary Sue Hanover in her bedroom the night her parents went up to Saint Cloud. They both knew what was going to happen, they both knew they wanted it, but somehow he felt so damn stupid saying it out loud.
"Well," Jiangyi said, squeezing out a dollop of oil onto her palms and working it into her skin, "let's just see what we can do about that." She reached down and began to massage his balls with one hand, rubbing the sensitive skin in slow, lazy circles as she gently but swiftly ran her fingers up and off the shaft of his cock. "Cute boy like you deserves a happy ending, don't you?"
"I...hhhh...I like to think so," he muttered, trying to sound suave and decadent. Like he got jacked off by an older woman every day. The effect was probably spoiled by the strangled yelp he let out a few seconds later when she rubbed her palm over and around the tip of his cock, smearing the oil into the tingling flesh. He'd walked in expecting her to just talk dirty to him and jack him off, but this was incredible. He found himself holding back, not wanting it to end.
"Well then, let's see." She cradled his balls with both hands and slowly massaged them, leaving his cock to sway and dribble precum in tiny spurts. "The prince heard Rapunzel's sweet song, and even though he was blind, he recognized the voice of his love. He flew into her embrace, and her tears of joy at seeing him restored his sight. The two returned to his kingdom, where she bore him twins-a boy and a girl-and they all lived happily ever after."
"I, what?" Nick blinked, trying to parse what he'd just heard. "What, I...what?" It was English, he understood all the words, but...it didn't make any sense here. It was gibberish in the context of what he expected to hear from a woman in her forties giving him the most amazing handjob he'd ever experienced. He was completely bewildered, but at the same time he couldn't stop paying attention to the incredible sensations she was stimulating in his cock and balls. It was a strange, perplexing feeling, like he was supposed to be losing his erection but at the same time he'd never been harder in his life.
"Oh, sorry, not happy enough?" Jiangyi grinned wickedly, running one hand then the other up his shaft in an endless waterfalling motion. "Let me try again. Peter made it to the fence safely, but he was too full from all the carrots he'd eaten. Just when it looked as though Farmer McGregor was going to catch him and make him into a savory pie, Peter realized he could wriggle through if he left his coat and gloves behind. He made it out of the garden just in time, and his mother put him to bed with a cup of chamomile tea to settle his tummy."
