Mika is a very pretty 27year-old. Her parents moved to the U.S. when she was a baby so she had grown up almost completely westernized. She was happily married with a 2-year-old that kept her busy. Her husband had a good job so she was able to stay home to raise her child. Although she was very active in her church and helped run the childcare department on Sundays and Wednesday nights.
Mika had shoulder length black hair, a very pretty face and a slender 34-A, 24, 34 body. She was 5'5", but her legs were very sexy and, in a short skirt with heals on gave her the appearance of being taller.
Today she was in such a skirt, but was wearing flat shoes to make walking more easy. Her thin but shapely legs looked stunning beneath her mid thigh length blue skirt. She wore a thin white sleeveless pullover beneath a blue jacket that matched her skirt.
Although Mika was westernized, she was still very much naive about the world outside her small circle. And that was about to get Mika into more trouble than she realized.
Mika had injured her back recently. Nothing serious, but the pain hurt just the same. Her doctor had prescribed some muscle relaxers and offered some stretching exorcises to help. He also suggested that she consider massage therapy.
Being in somewhat of a hurry to take her medication, Mika stopped in the closest shopping center after leaving the doctor's office to find a pharmacy. While waiting for her prescription to be filled she strolled the center looking at the stores.
Like many places, this center had quite a few vacant storefronts and was run down in several areas. Had it not been for the large chain grocery store and pharmacy that anchored this place it was more than likely that the few remaining businesses would have closed or moved elsewhere by now.
Mika spotted a sign on a glass door leading into a stairwell to an upper level section at the end of the strip. It read, "Massage Therapy Upstairs". Mika had heard of massage parlors that fronted for prostitution rings, but never would have expected that anything like that would be in her town, especially not advertised openly.
She returned to the pharmacy and picked up her prescription, but a bottle of flavored water and took a pill. Then, as she was returning to her car she decided to go see what this massage therapy place offered.
Mika rang the bell and the door was answered by an Asian woman. She inquired about the prices and discovered that a thirty-minute massage was very reasonable. She noticed that when the woman at the door spoke to two other Asian women that they spoke hurriedly and in hushed tones, but thought little of it. She was asked if she could show her identification and if she wanted a full treatment massage. Mika agreed and was led to a small room where she was asked to undress and lay on the massage table. She did so and a few minutes later a woman whom Mika hadn't seen yet came in, closing the door behind her.
The massage was a very good one, and combined with the muscle relaxer she had taken before coming in Mike nearly drifted off to sleep a couple times. She noticed the woman had removed the towel that covered her butt and was now massaging that region but was so into it that she did not pay it much attention. Then Mika felt a sensation growing between her legs. She realized that she was becoming aroused.
This shocked her, as Mika had never entertained the thought of arousal with another woman. Then, with a start, she felt the woman's fingers reach up and began to sensually massage her now swollen clit.
Mike jumped in shock, unwilling to believe what was happening. The woman apologized to Mika, speaking in broken English and saying, "You wanted full treatment."
Mike realized what this place was, grabbed her clothing and dressed as quickly as possible. To save time she took her panties and bra and shoved them into her purse, putting on only her skirt, blouse and jacket. And had it not been for her protruding nipples poking through the thin material of her blouse she wouldn't have put on the jacket. Mike then rushed out the door to the staircase, her face blushing with humiliation.
While Mika was dressing to leave, two men had entered downstairs. Charles Hutchinson was a rugged looking man in his early thirties. He had light brown, slightly long hair and was dressed in paint stained blue jeans and a flannel shirt along with brown workboots. His friend was Ricky Jones, who was a couple years older than Charles was. While plainer looking than his buddy, Ricky was taller with short brown hair and was dressed more professionally in a pair of khaki slacks and a nice colored shirt and tie.
The two men had been friends since high school, and both men were divorced. Charles was the first to find this massage parlor, having frequented others in the past. He had told his friend about it and both men had tried it out a couple times. But neither was satisfied with the regulation "happy ending" that consisted of a hand job at the end of the massage.
Charles had been to a couple in the past that provided more sexual options, at a much greater price. But no matter how much he begged and offered the ladies at this place would do nothing more than jack him off.
But Charles had an idea of how to get what he wanted without paying anything extra. He reasoned that if he forced one of these women to have sex that she would probably be too frightened to report it to the police for fear of bringing attention to the massage parlor.
He had shared his idea with Ricky, who had always fantasized about fucking an Asian woman but the handjobs had been the closest to fulfilling that fantasy. Ricky did not like the idea of trying to rape one of these women in the massage parlor because he was certain that they would have some form of protection available.
But Charles had reasoned that out as well. He had observed one of the women leaving one day when he arrived, and returning with a bag of carry out food when he was leaving. He went back two days in a row to keep watch and saw that someone left every day around the same time. He discovered that the two offices by the stairwell were both vacant, and the doors were easily jimmied. So the two men decided that they could wait and surprise one of the women on her way out, drag her into the back of one of the empty offices, have there way with her and be gone before anyone discovered that she was missing.
"Hell," Charles said, "Whose gonna care if one of this whores gets raped anyway."
Ricky kept watch as Charles jimmied the lock on the door closest to the stairwell. The plan was simple, when they heard the door upstairs open and close Charlie would step inside and wait while Ricky would move down the hall, turn around and head back, timing his steps to meet up with the woman just as she passed the door. Charles would then pull the door open, as Ricky would shove her inside where Charlie would be waiting to help.
Mika rushed out into the hall and down the steps, feeling her face burning with embarrassment. She saw the man walking toward her but quickly looked down, averting her eyes from him. She gasped in surprise when he stepped into her path, grabbed her arms and shoved her to the side. The door to her right opened and a second man grabbed her. She tried to scream but the man inside the doorway put his callused hand over her mouth and in seconds Mika had been dragged into the empty room.
She struggled with her captors as they dragged her back into a rear room.
