Jonas had been visiting Jenny at the massage parlor for nearly two years now. Although the sub-tropical Asian metropolis was not his home, he had been spending enough time there via prolonged trips to know the city well. Jonas first visited the massage parlor on an earlier visit to the city while in town for one of his first professional engagements there. A colleague had recommended it as a higher-end erotic massage service. By chance, Jonas was served by Jenny on his first trip. Jenny, a petite Asian in her late twenties, was a talented masseuse with a great personality; Jonas had visited the massage parlor many times in the past two years, but had never been anyone's customer except for Jenny.
The receptionist received Jonas at the secure, businesslike entranceway and greeted him by name. The business was a favorite to local and visiting professionals like Jonas for its quality and discretion. Once inside, a hostess greeted Jonas and took him to his suite for that afternoon's appointment. Jenny was already waiting inside the suite, which looked much like a large hotel room to the casual observer. Soft carpeting and wall art with subdued lighting provided a relaxed environment. A massage table stood against one wall adjacent a table with fresh towels and linens.
Jonas greeted Jenny and took a seat on the couch. A second hostess brought in a tray of tea for Jonas and Jenny and set it on the table in front of the couch, next to the vase of fresh cut flowers. This was a ritual dating back to Jonas' first visit so long ago when he accepted tea not quite knowing what to expect. While the relationship between Jonas and Jenny was clearly one of a business nature, they mutually enjoyed each others company and talked comfortably for a few minutes.
