Full Moon Friday Night. Westminster
Full moon Friday night and decided to try and pull off a double handy. First stop Asian West. Nothing. Drove through the parking lot and didn't see a bit of neon. Maybe they closed early.
Next stop Kungfu. Never been and the name itself is intimidating. Upstairs joint in the corner by the stairs of a shopping plaza in the heart of Westminster. Walked in looked down a hall of doors. Younger cute looking Asian girl comes out of the first door wearing jeans, a tucked in t-shirt and face mask folding a towel. Bad omen. Asks if I have appointment. Said no. She points to the sign on the wall. I listen for the telltale grunt of mongers as I read the menu. Don't hear a thing. Half hour I ask. No appointment she says. Thanks. I walk out.
Third stop Bamboo, also upstairs about a mile away. Read good things. As I park I see a dude walking down and another jumping out of his car headed for the door. Walk up and come to the double front doors propped wide open. Some dude is sitting on the red vinyl futon in crocs watching what sounds like a Shania Twain video on his phone and the dude that beat me up is paying mamasan. Mamasan hellos me and goes back to counting the dude's money. Stood there for a minute. Maybe he's paying in rupees and she's doing a conversion. Third monger comes out of the back buckling his pants and goes over to talk to mamasan. I bounce.
At this point think of going to Lucky Pavilion. Maybe drawing Rubi. She always talks me into CFS and puts on dramatic show. But then I remember the smell of tilapia leftovers someone was microwaving during my last visit and figure I'll give VIP a shot for the first time.
Drive back down a half mile and park. Looks like a potluck is winding down at the church next door. Almost closing time. I walk in and stand there for a minute. Nothing. I ring the bell. Nothing. I walk further into the bowels of this maze and out pops what appears to be the sole practitioner this evening. She's on speaker phone with another monger that sounds like he's in love with her. Has to see her tonight. Another monger wearing gym shorts and sandals appears out of a room and watches as she leads me down the hall. She takes me to the room as she says on speaker, we closed. Doors are drapes and almost transparent. She looks like she may have been a judo champion in her younger days but at least she's wearing a short dress and is showing cleavage. 30 for 30, she goes back to the counter. I get naked, stand up and see the other monger looking at me through the drape. She takes his money, he leaves. I hear her say come now to her paramour. I guess he talked her into it.
She comes back in as I'm face up and asks if I want a massage. No thanks. She whips off the towel and starts rubbing my flaccid cock and balls getting oil down into the taint. I start rubbing her ass. She's pretty meaty, not particularly pretty but has nice tits. She pulls one of them out and now I got my mouth on her tit and a hand on her crotch. She starts the jack hammer but I grab her wrist to slow her down. I think if I don't get COVID from this monger basted teat I'm immune. About to bust and I pull her close. She wipes up. Tip her forty on the way out and ask her with the universal sign-language of mongers if she gives BJs. She smiles, next time. Chinese? Her name is Lucky. Lucky on a full moon Friday night.
Bright MP's in Lake Forest?
And surrounding areas. Are the Nuru ones bright enough to see the goods or just as dark as MILF MP's or K-houses?