On another recent trip to DTLA I headed up to Chinatown again. This time no protests by city hall and made the trek with no deviations. Merry Spa looked a sad little place from the outside and it didn't get any merrier when I stepped in the door. A couple of girls were in chairs in the lobby wearing winter clothes and sleeping in them but one woke up as I stood there for a few seconds and asked if I wanted her to give me a massage. Of course I'm just guessing about what she said because it was too garbled for me to understand, but as it turned out I had it right. This small old lady led me to a room, opened the curtain, just a really thin pattern sheet really, and let me in.
For the next 30 or 40 minutes she gave a diligent but not very skilled massage. Once in a while her body came close enough to my hand for me to touch her a bit. As time went on I thought I was only getting a very cheap but no fun massage. But right at the end of the face down time I began to get a bit more aggressive with trying to touch her and she didn't seem to mind it but didn't encourage it either. Before long I'm reaching under the stretch jeans and fondling this old lady butt with both hands. Damn, this old girl really has a nice butt! I move her around, sit up, roam a bit more and finally realize that this chick a lot younger than I thought, maybe late 20's or early 30's. She had great legs and butt, probably one child that didn't do any damage except leaving the belly just a bit rounder than flat. The eraser nipples up top poked out of a nearly flat but still tight chest and now I'm on my way to having a really good time that was interrupted only by the police introducing themselves to the mamasan.
What's her name looked at me through her John Lennon but much thicker glasses and said something unintelligible. We stared at each other dumbfounded for a second before she hurried out of the room as unemotionally as everything else she had done for the previous 40 minutes. I overheard that the cops were there for an inspection. Already I was dressing and figured I at least had my underwear on if they came in the room. In seconds I was fully dressed and wondering what to do next as my life was surely coming to an end when they book me on, well I don't know what really. I was a fully dressed man next to a bed with ruffled sheets and no sperm anywhere, at least not mine. I just sat down and hoped that somehow the nightmare would end.
Maybe there is a god. The inspection was merely ensuring that some number of rooms claimed in the permit and number of workers on file were properly recorded. From what I could hear all was good and they said if another cop showed up show them this inspection certificate and they will go away for another year. Does Hollywood make movies about this kind of thing? I'm breathing now. Still dazed and confused I began to walk out and drop a couple of twenties to what's her name when she comes back through the curtain and motions for me to take my clothes off again and lie down. I'm totally disoriented now and looking for the time portal that must have been there and transported me to a parallel universe. It's not there but now I'm naked at taking off this girl's clothes. I move her around to where I want her and she dutifully bends over for me. I need release bad and almost did what I never do, BBFS that is. Nope, not for me. I slid Jr up and down that beautifully tight, young set of butt cheeks and moaned with each thrust. Or was I wimpering with delayed fear from ten minutes ago? For the first time Miss Nameless relaxed a bit, trying to be pleasing rather than just obedient even though the way she was obedient was a bit of a turn on too. She bent over with something approaching enthusiasm and held me tight as I was bent over her.
My imitation of Mt. St. Helens went off really well and satisfying. I was happy. She was happy. I tipped her and left. For the first time I saw her smile. Whew. What a night.