Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. I wanted to stop, if for no other reason than to find out if it really was "that kind" of massage parlor. Even if it was, what did that mean? I wasn't even sure what a happy ending really consisted of. I pulled into the alley and drove around to the back of the building. It was late, and dark even in a light polluted city like Los Angeles.
I looked around before getting out of my car, confident that no one was hanging around. I walked up to the door and pressed the buzzer. After a minute, the inside door opened, and I could see an elderly Asian woman through the metal screen door. We closed.
As I turned back, the old lady waived me inside. I see if she stay for you. I entered a room with a massage table along one wall. At one end was a love seat. I cocked an eyebrow. I was no expert, but the room arrangement seemed to be a pretty good indication that it was in fact "that kind" of massage parlor.
It seemed to me a serious masseuse would want to have access to both sides of the table and would not want it up against the wall. What's more, I couldn't imagine what use a love seat could possibly have for massaging unless the massage involved a small Asian girl kneeling with a cock in her mouth. I see. I stood waiting for a moment. Then another. Finally, the door opened, and a much younger Asian girl leaned in.
I could hear the other woman outside the door talking to her in Japanese. The girl looked me up and down, appearing to appraise me. I don't want to brag, but I'm not bad looking. In future visits, I would come to learn that I'd earned the nickname "Handsome Man", a simple but flattering compliment from the massage girls. At any rate, she seemed to approve. She replied to the older woman and then, "Yeah, okay. You pay now. Taking them from me, she closed the door.
