It was December of 2017. I can still vividly remember when I went back into this spa because most of their therapists are undeniably good in acupressure. With their experienced hands, they got enough strength to take away my back and shoulder pains. I needed to have this because in our office, I’m exposed constantly to aircon which the temperature can’t be adjusted in order to level the coolness, giving enough comfort to all agents from one end to other end of the room.
I didn’t care if the assigned therapist for me at that time is good looking or not. It didn’t matter anymore. I almost reached into a point where I was about to give up my mission which was searching for an attractive masseuse who could be both my permanent personal massage therapist and a fucking partner. I thought I won’t find her. I had to be realistic. I had to accept the fact that the pretty ones are mostly, if not all, concerned how much money they can get from me. If they find a man who can give them more, there they go… They’re like mosquitoes. After they suck blood from you, when everything is drained, they open up their noses to find another target. But please don’t misunderstand me. There’s nothing wrong with it. They’re just another form of workers in this world where they have to struggle in order to earn more money to pay for their bills, support their loved ones and fulfill their needs and wants. Unlike beggars and thieves, they deserve to reap the fruits of their labor. Anyhow, I salute them.
When I got inside the spa, as usual, I paid 350 for an hour of Swedish massage. While waiting, I sat and read one of their magazines. Then she came carrying a towel and a pitcher of water. I stared at her and mentally exclaimed, “Oh, my Lord! She’s so young and pretty!” My heart was beating faster.
After she washed my feet, she said, “Sir, sunod lang nako para sa imong room.”
I couldn’t respond. Her voice sounded so innocent as if she’s just a high school student. I was stuck on her natural kayumanggi beauty. Her long straight black shiny hair is so perfect to match her slender body.
While following her to the massage room, I said to myself, “My God! After a decade of tireless search in different spas in Cebu, I’ve never encountered this kind of beauty until now. I have to do something. I’m sure she got a boyfriend or maybe a husband. If none, sooner, someone will impregnate her. I have to do something. I have to act fast. I can’t let this once in a lifetime opportunity pass by.”
I observed her back while she was walking. I whispered, “Look at her! Why is she working here? She could be a ramp model!”
Then she said, “Sir, mao ni imong room. Mu balik rako.”
My voice was shaking a little bit in tense, saying, “Ah, ok. Thanks, miss, ha.”
She gave me a half smile and walked away.
While inside the room, I undressed quickly and laid down on the high rise bed. I looked at my cock on full erect firing mode. I got up and put my brief on. I had to treat her different. I had to take things slowly in a very gentleman manner if I wanted to captivate her. Mixed thoughts were going on inside my mind.
I was talking to myself, “What am I gonna do? Am I gonna ask her for a hand job? What if she says no? What if she gets mad at me for wrongly judging her? I don’t want her to think that I’m just another lustful guy who wants her body. Am I gonna ask for her number? What if she wouldn’t give it? Am I gonna invite her to eat after her duty? Am I gonna offer her a ride when she goes home? What if she says no? I don’t know. We’ll see.”
She knocked on the wooden door besides the curtain, asking, “Ok na, sir?”
I couldn’t reply immediately. I had to put my roaring cock intact inside my brief, covering it with towel. Then I said, “Ok na, miss.”
When she came in, the figure of her whole body in silhouette still gave me an extremely appealing sight.
“Sir, una ta sa imong back.”
I wanted to ask her name but I was just continually half-dumbfounded. I could only simply respond, “Ok, miss.”
While she was massaging my back, I felt her hands to be a little bit shaking in nervousness. I said to myself in a hushed tone, “Pareha diay mi ani. Gikuyawan.”
No doubt, she was a new recruit. The way she massaged me was very conservative. Her hands stayed away from my upper thighs, butt, chest and stomach. Her pressure was so soft with her small very feminine palm and fingers. I sensed a growing heat in her skin. When she was stroking my arms and shoulders during a front massage, I began conversing with her.
“Miss, bago paka diri?”
“Uu, sir.”
“Like usa pa ka buwan?”
“Usa pa ka semana, sir.”
“Mao ba? Bago pa gyud diay ka diri. Unsay ngan nimo, miss?”
“Lani.”
I said, “Cute kag ngalan! Cute pud ka,” while sweetly smiling at her.
She didn’t smile back. She asked, “Ok ra akong massage, sir?”
“Ok raman.”
“Di gyud diay ok, sir. Bago pa man gud ko.”
“Ang importante guwapa kayka.”
When I said those words, I slowly touched her hand but she reacted saying, “Sir, away ana!”
She scared me with her negative take on what I just did. Still maintaining my gentle soft spoken voice, I said, “Ning hikap raman ko nimo, miss. Unsa diay naa ana?”
“Sir, di man gud na puwede diri.”
“Ah, ok. Sorry kaayo ha. Sorry gyud kaayo, miss.”
“Ok ra, sir.”
I was utterly embarrassed. For a moment, I hated myself for thinking I could seduce all women I want. I could feel my penis suddenly shrinking.
We didn’t talk until she said, “Sir, ok na. Unsa may gusto nimo? Tubig or tea?”
“Tubig lang, miss. Thank you, kaayo. Nya, sorry gyud kaayo ganina ha.”
She didn’t respond. She then walked away.
I took a long deep breath and told myself, “Mike, ok, Mike! Why are you like this? Why can’t you control your lust? I’m tired of this fuckin’ shit. I’m so sorry, Lani.”
After dressing up, I prepared my 500 tip for her. It was the least I could do to compensate on whatever stress I caused on her.
When I went out, I then looked for her and discreetly gave the money. I couldn’t look straight into her eyes. I didn’t even drink the water so I could get out right away from the spa.
