This is an account of my first time with a working girl.
My first time paying for sex came from an Asian massage parlor. It's an experience I will never forget.
At the time, in Rhode Island, prostitution was technically legal behind closed doors, between two people. This ordinance was meant to cut down on streetwalkers and pimps, though I'm not honestly sure if the small state had any. Anyways, this loophole led to a very high amount of Asian Massage Parlors (or AMPs), and a high Asian population.
I had researched these places online. I found one that everyone agreed was like the Cadillac of parlors. It was called Central Health. Looking on the new google feature, streetview, I could see the building. It was brick, almost fortress like. I remember thinking it would be a great place to bunker in during a zombie apocalypse. There was a small sign that confirmed the name.
Friday, after work, I finally got the nerve to go. I had disposable income and had not been laid in almost two years, from a college relationship that fell apart after graduation. My life was on track, I had an apartment, good credit, a paid off car, and income. Student loans out the ass but, eh, nothing's perfect. I decided, I deserved some pussy.
I put the address into my cigarette lighter powered gps. No smartphones back then, which meant if I got there and it was closed, I had no internet to search for other places. Unlike google maps, an old school TomTom could not identify businesses, and even if it did, this place didn't strike me as a place that wanted to be on a list.
The drive was short in mileage but felt like an eternity. I was having doubts. What if she's an old hag, what if I can't perform, what if this is a sting or the place gets busted? I almost turned around.
But.... pussy. I soldiered on.
I made the turn onto the sidestreet. It wasn't far from a rowdy strip club and a classic ghetto neighborhood of subsidized apartments. Must be the place! The front was fenced off but the sign said "Parking in Rear." Heh. Hehehehe. I bet.
Around the corner was a creepy mechanic. Less Scooby Doo creepy and more..... Deliverance creepy. I swear the mechanics leaned on the cars, scratching their beer bellies, watching customers. If that place wasn't a chop shop or a front, I don't know what is. I certainly did not add it to my list of certifiable automobile repairmen. Normally I would be scared out of my mind if they got my plate, were calling the cops, video taping me....
But... pussy.
As soon as I parked, a light came on above the door and it cracked open. I got out, got my GPS and put it in my pocket (very expensive in those days) and double locked my shitty Honda Civic. Any car is a good one to steal for a crackhead, or, like, Tommy Vercetti or something. I walked up the stairs. A super old, super short, super pruny Asian grandma opened the door.
I had done my research. This wasn't a massage girl. This was the mama-san, that ran the house. Her job was to welcome customers and bring order to chaos. She welcomed me in and went to the desk after locking the door. Next to the lock was a sticker "We support Rhode Island State Troopers." Sure you do. The entrance was nice. New hardwood floors and walls, new desk, new furniture. The ceiling was huge because this was clearly an abandoned factory renovated into lofts then renovated into a massage parlor.
"First time?"
"Uh, yes." I had been told online to lie about this, but I was bad at lying. I decided to play it honest. I had a baby face and looked as much like a cop as a kid in a halloween costume would. She smiled a gummy smile and said.
"60 dollars." I handed her a C-note, the ATM had given me two hundreds. She gave me 40 back and called out.
"Yoyo!" The fuck does that mean. Were they going to tie me up with yoyos and have their way with me?! I heard in the next room a repeated click clack sound that sounded like when strippers clap their clear heals together on stage (I was intimately familiar). The door to the main room opened up and a beautiful, tall, bikini wearing Asian woman opened it. She was wearing stripper clear heels, I was right, along with a teal sequin bikini.
I know I am exaggerating because I was sex starved, and the lighting was intentionally down, and she had makeup to the 9s, but to me she looked like a K-pop girl. She was tall, leggy, with a perfect body and big boobs. Her face was very much like a Girls Generation singer and as said, was coated in whore makeup like blue eyeshadow and sparkly eyelashes. She smiled.
"Hi. My name Yoyo. You want massage?" Oh that makes sense. She extended her hand and led me through the main room. It was huge, with the same redone hardwood floors, a line of shower rooms against one wall and a line of small office looking rooms on the other. There was a short wall separating the two sides, and on it was a plastic sign that said "Please. We do not offer sex." Sure you don't.
"Table shower?" She asked. I said yes. I didn't know what it meant. She let me to a room with a number on it. Inside was the massage room with the table, various lotions, a heater (it was October), a standing light, and towels on shelves. She handed me a clear purse and a towel.
"You undress. Put things in here." I got it. Keep my possessions with me. Where were we going? Whatever. She left and I undressed. I wrapped one towel around myself and put my phone, wallet and gps in the bag.
