I can't believe what I'm about to tell you but I have to say that I am a really stupid boy.
It happened last week when I was on a training course in Birmingham in the West Midlands.
My name is Ryan. I am a twenty two year old single guy and I work for one of the UK's top five banks.
I had obtained a Finance Degree at Nottingham Trent University the previous year and I am being fast tracked into management hence me having to attend a training course at one of the company's larger branches in Birmingham which is over a hundred miles from my home.
The bank sorted me out accommodation in a very nice and genteel Victorian hotel in the centre of Birmingham which was minutes walk from the branch.
I arrived on Sunday evening, dropped my bags off in my room and headed down to the bar for a beer.
The bar was very quiet although I doubt even if it was full of women they would have looked twice at me.
I'm average height at five feet eight, skinny but not bad looking, or so my girlfriend thinks. Well I say she's my girlfriend but we've only been seeing each other for about two weeks.
I left the hotel and found a nice little Italian restaurant where I ate a delicious pizza and drank a couple of glasses of red wine.
Afterwards when I got back to my hotel I looked in the bar but there was even less people in than before so I decided to have an early night.
The first day of the course was quite easy. I found I was the only one staying over as the others on the course lived relatively near to the branch so they went home afterwards.
Again I popped into the bar after showering and changing out of my suit but like the previous night it was quiet.
I went back to the same Italian restaurant and ordered a lasagna with the obligatory two glasses of red wine.
Once back in my hotel room I thought it was going to be a long week.
Tuesday was a little bit harder as the trainers gave us some practical work to do but it helped the day pass quickly.
After work I called in a newsagent to buy a local paper and a bottle of water for my room.
I, again, took off my suit and looked at the paper for inspiration for that evening's meal.
I came across the Services section and found the Personal advertisements.
One advert caught my eye.
It read: Slim Asian masseur offers total relief massage for £40.
I imagined a cute Filipino woman with long black hair down her back rubbing her hands up and down my body.
I was starting to get an erection.
I took my phone and rang the number that was supplied.
A soft voice answered, I inquired about an appointment that evening and was told that I could go along at seven o'clock.
The person on the other end didn't speak good English so they said they would text me the details.
Sure enough two minutes later a text came through with the address and confirmation of the time.
I put the address into my phone and found it was only a twelve minute walk from my hotel.
I jumped in the shower, washed and dried then slipped on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I decided the t-shirt was too casual and as I wanted to look smart for her I swapped it for a polo shirt. On with my trainers and off I went to see if I could find the apartment.
I actually found it very easily and I was also a good twenty minutes early.
I noticed a pub about a fifty yards away and thought I would pop in for a drink to calm my nerves.
I didn't want a beer as I didn't want the bulk and have to stop the massage to use the toilet so I ordered a large glass of dry white wine.
When I had drank it I walked over to the block of flats and pressed the buzzer for flat 412. The door clicked and I pushed it open. In front of me was a lift so I went in and pressed the button for thr fourth floor.
Apartment twelve was easy to find so I knocked and waited.
The door opened and I was surprised to see a small Asian man of about thirty standing there.
