Felix, the masseuse, called me out of the blue a couple of months atfer the massage.
"Hey there, Mr. Joe. Sorry to bother you, but usually I like to follow up with my clients to see if they enjoyed our services," he said to me over the phone.
Was he kidding? Did he realize who he was talking to, or was what happened a usual thing for him to where no individual stood out the most.
"Joe, you came in buckets my friend. Me and Jerald were impressed. Wondering perhaps when we could do it again," as that answered my question.
They opened Pandora's box with that massage and only made things worse when they called for a customer service follow up. I asked to make an appointment and he mentioned all the times, with the next available slot being a Saturday morning, two days from when we conversed over the phone.
"Sign me up for 9 a.m., if you have that as a slot," I said.
He'd send me a confirmation email as that cemented the visit, and the night before I made sure to take a thorough shower, just in case things would get sticky as I anticipated. The next morning I made sure to park in front of the place, located in a shopping center well before my slot, as I was drinking coffee, listening to smooth jazz at 7:15 a.m. 9 a.m. rolled around and I'd see Felix unlocking the door, so I cut off my car and walked inside.
"Right on time, welcome Mr. Joe," he said to me.
I was eager and trying to hold my composure but was high off adrenaline knowing I'd have to take my clothes off for a repeat. Felix barely said three sentences to me as he led me to the same room, this time staying in the room with me while I undressed, as he, too, would come out of his clothes.
"Figured this time we'd do things a little different," he said to me as he showed his copper skin toned body, free of any trace of hair.