It was James’ first trip to Cebu, a “business meeting” disguising his real agenda: chasing the city’s whispered sexual massages. At a friend’s suggestion, he ended up at a spa in Guadalupe. The sign outside was subtle, but the red glow spilling from the windows hinted at something more.
Inside, a velvet-draped receptionist welcomed him with a smile that seemed to promise secrets. “What service would you like, sir?” she asked, her voice syrupy. James fumbled for words, finally settling on the “Red Room” package. It wasn’t listed on the brochure, but the receptionist didn’t bat an eye.
A soft-spoken girl named Celeste guided him to a dimly lit room. Red light filled the space, casting her delicate features in a warm glow. The bed was massive, covered in satin sheets that whispered luxury. Celeste began with a sensual massage, her hands gliding over his back with a mix of firmness and teasing touches on his butt and his balls, sending shivers down his spine.
“You’re tense,” she whispered, leaning close enough for him to feel her breath. “I can help with that.” Her words hung in the air, and James nodded, unsure whether it was nerves or excitement pounding in his chest.
Celeste smiled, dimming the lights even further. She removed her top, revealing her breasts that seemed sculpted for moments like this. “Relax,” she said, her voice like a lullaby. Her movements were slow and deliberate, and she pull him deeper into her chest.
As the session intensified, James found himself sucking on Celeste’s nipples. She moaned a lot, her confidence pulling him into a world where time didn’t seem to exist. “You’re not from Cebu, are you?” she teased, her laughter soft and playful as she went down on him to suck on his penis.
When the blow job was over, Celeste handed him a warm towel and helped him sit up. “The Red Room is special, isn’t it?” she said, her eyes sparkling mischievously. James nodded, speechless.
As he left, his legs still wobbly, the receptionist gave him a knowing look. “See you again, sir,” she said, sliding a discreet card into his pocket.
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