I just read an online account about Asian massage parlors, including one by a guy who said he got full service in a strip mall parlor. That's rather tame compared to my experiences.
On a recent day trip to Augusta, Georgia, I stopped in at such a place and fucked the hell out of a 50-something masseuse. A much better true story took place not in a strip mall but a regular mall.
The place was a Chinese massage parlor, not the Korean ones normally associated with rub-and-tugs. Every now and then I need a professional massage because I am closing in on 50 and, face it, guys, we don't get happy endings at places where the women know how to knead out knots.
I had been going to the mall parlor for a few months. Had a wonderful Chinese masseuse named Andi (not her real name, of course, but the closest to English her real name got). Andi was about 50, with a nice, lithe body and wonderful hands. She was funny and always made me feel totally relaxed.
The only problem with her massage business was that it was owned by a Chinese guy who lived not in Atlanta, but in Tennessee. He used his business to try to woo clients for his other businesses. I can't tell you the number of times he called in the middle of one of my appointments and sent Andi to an outcall for some client. I'd have to reschedule.
After a few months of this, Andi got a co-worker, a 24-year old college student named Bibi. Andi had been shutting down the shop to do these personal outcalls, meaning the owner lost money. Bibi was cute, slender with 36C breasts and a nice round butt. Her legs were okay as she was like those girls who think they don't have to do anything to keep their bodies sexy.
Right off the bat, you could see the tension between Andi and Bibi. Same old story, like "A Star Is Born." Bibi was seen as competition. Andi would be out on an outcall for a client who would likely not be a repeat customer. Meanwhile, Bibi would get all the walk-ins.
I couldn't blame her. Whenever I was with Andi, Bibi sneaked a peek on us whenever Andi wasn't looking. Once, she caught me before I covered myself with a towel and licked her lips. She had the next booth, which was just a dark-colored sheet separating two spaces.
One day, I got a special two-hour session with Andi, to make up for all those interrupted appointments. I got the whole she-bang. Massage, aroma therapy, hot stones, everything except that stupid cupping that makes you look like you've been attacked by an octopus.