I recently was driving south on Reseda Blvd. In the 8500 block, there are three massage parlors. Two of them are very flashy, lots of neon. One is very low-key, as if they are trying to fly under the radar. So I chose that one. It is the furthest south of the three, on the west side of the block. Sorry, I didn't get an address.
It's $40 for 30 minutes. The mms was super-cute, wearing a tight outfit that showed off some great curves. She immediately tried to upsell me to 60 minutes for $60: Bad sign #1. She let me in and led me to a room. Bad sign #2: The door has a big glass pane in it, so anyone walking by can look in. Mms left, and I was hoping she would be back in.
I start undressing, and just as I get naked, a kind of chubby, but cute provider comes in. I thought it was a good sign that she walked in on me undressing.
I lie on the table, and Bad Sign #3, she covers me with a small, light sheet.
Long story short. 30 minutes of really great massage later, she says,"Finished." There was no flip, so I say,"Huh?" She says,"30 more minutes? $20." I sense it's a trap, but I give in. She continues on my back, and brings out oil. Eventually, there is a flip, I'm covered again, and she vigorously rubs my thighs until I sport wood. The wood throws off the sheet, and she continues to run, without covering me. I figure the gesture will come at some point, but now. After 30 minutes, we are done again. She brings me a bottle of water, offers me some delicious hard candy, and escorts me to the door. (Oh yeah, I do get dressed first.) I'm normally not this passive, but the stories of John Travolta getting sued by massage therapists has me a bit freaked out, even though they are male. Anyway, the massage was really fantastic, and I kind of liked the tease, in a perverse way. It was like how far could she push me while being 100% legal? I only wish it was 99.
So today, I hit up another old reliable: The place on SW and Woodman. #105. The parking lot is packed, as the other businesses in the building are still open. I ring the discrete doorbell on the unmarked door. I hear some motion inside, but no answer. Was mms sleeping? Did they have other customers? Did they look out the peephole and think this horny old bastard looks too creepy? I don't know. I left and drove west on SW. There is a new place at the corner of SW and Vanowen called Diamond Palace. I pulled into the lot, but it just was too busy an area, in too criminal a neighborhood, and I just felt like too much of a target walking into the place, which is plastered with flashing neon lights and a Grand Opening sign. (If you were going to jack a car, wouldn't you pick the car that belongs to a guy you know won't be back out for a minimum of 30 minutes?)
There is always tomorrow.