In a world where financial constraints can often dictate our choices, I found solace in the therapeutic benefits of regular massages. Despite tight budgets, I always considered them a worthwhile investment for my physical, emotional, and spiritual well-being. The sensation of being unclothed and having my body fully pampered was nothing short of liberating.
However, as life evolved—especially with the sale of my house and increased responsibilities—my weekly massages dwindled. Juggling family court proceedings and pursuing my writing passion, which began to pay the bills, left little room for self-care. My “me” time transformed significantly; I frequented the movies less and my monthly massages became a rare quarterly indulgence.
Despite this shift, I still eagerly anticipated my spa visits. They had transformed into spontaneous moments of self-care, and I always felt a sense of satisfaction upon leaving.
Recently, while driving home, I stumbled upon a spa I had never noticed before, just ten minutes from my residence. Its inviting exterior piqued my interest, and I decided to seize the opportunity for a massage. I turned around, parked, and approached the entrance. A neon sign flickered above—a somewhat dubious indicator of quality for a spa—but I figured, what was the worst that could happen?
As I entered, a cheerful Asian woman in her 50s appeared almost magically from behind the counter. She welcomed me with a broad smile, took my coat, and led me down a dimly lit corridor lined with curtain-draped rooms. After reaching the end, she opened a curtain and gestured for me to enter.
“How much for an hour?” I inquired.
“Sixty dollars,” she replied.
I handed her a hundred-dollar bill, preferring to tip in advance for better service. She thanked me and instructed me to undress and lie face down on the massage table. The room was soothing, lit only by candles and accompanied by soft, tranquil music.
Once she left, I complied with her directions. By the time my masseuse returned, I was ready for the session. She began with the usual questions about pressure preferences and soon had my body melting into the table. The massage unfolded like many before, but her approach was notably assertive, particularly around my lower back and thighs. I found myself contemplating the unexpected intensity of the experience.
After some time, she instructed me to flip over, and her professional demeanor continued as she worked on my front. Yet, as the session drew to a close, I realized this was indeed a legitimate massage and nothing inappropriate would occur.
Once the timer buzzed, signaling the end of my session, she finished with a few swift hand chops across my back. “Would you like some water?” she asked, and I nodded in agreement.
As I dressed, she returned with a Styrofoam cup filled with water. I expressed my gratitude for the massage, but in an unexpected turn of events, as I was buttoning my shirt, she leaned in to kiss me. Confusion filled my mind. Was this a misunderstanding?
In a split second, I decided to lean in as well, aiming for an awkward peck on the corner of her mouth to avoid any uncomfortable situation. To my surprise, her intentions were not romantic but rather to adjust my collar. The realization hit me hard.
She stepped back with a forced smile, leaving me bewildered. Not wanting to linger in the awkward moment, I quickly exited the room and dashed out of the spa, vowing never to return.
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