I walked into the massage parlor and noticed the bell on the door ring as I entered annoucing my arrival. There was a small lobby area with only two soft chairs for people to wait. As I walked up to the desk an older japanese woman in her fifties came in from the back hall slipping between strings of beads the type that were popular in the 60s. She was barely 5 ft tall, wore a long grey robe, and had house slippers like she was getting ready for bed.
She approached the desk and asked if I wanted a massage? I was still looking around the place and peeked behind her past the beads into the room she just came from. There were four women sitting on the floor eating chinese food and it smelled great. One woman was older perhaps the same age as the woman now facing me at the desk, the rest were barely 21. Each of the young ladies was dressed in a typical school girl uniform. A white stretch top with a short black flannel skirt with pleats and white socks with matching shoes. The skirts seemed to hang at mid thigh, showing off some nice legs though the skirt seemed a bit shorter than I would have imagined for school.
A finger snapped in my face making me realize I had been ignoring the lady at the desk. I looked down to hear her ask me again, now a bit angry, if I would like a massage. I told her yes and we talked about all the options, prices, etc. She called her older friend over and they whispered a few words and then had a good look at me like I was a piece of meat. I was worried that I would end up with one of them in a massage room....what a turn off! But as if they read my mind they called in Japanese to one of the girls sitting on the floor and she jumped up giggling and very happy.
I was escorted to the back to a room. As I walked down the hall I noticed there were about five doors on each side, each with a number on it. However, the rooms were separated by thin walls and there were no walls at the top, just netting. It must be very easy to hear the person next door I thought.
