Catherine @ NORAH'S SPA: zesty trooper on a hectic night

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Don't usually go pooning Saturday night when you other wolves are out in force. But there're days in a man's life when his ego receives a bruising—and I know of no better emergency treatment for myself than a zesty romp with a professional.

I've long been mildly curious about the 2 heavily advertised massage parlors located side by side on the corner of Oak & King Ed. First I ring the bell at VILLA SPRINGS, without response: perhaps the place is overrun by Saturday night traffic?

I'm luckier at NORAH'S SPA. Catherine lets me in, a petite Chinese lady with pretty makeup, bulging boobs and a practiced smile. She's the only girl available—another is allegedly busy.

I decide to stay, sufficiently attracted by Catherine's sex appeal, come-hither friendliness and confident English which suggests intelligence. She quotes me $.4 for the requested all-inclusive. I give her 3 reds, hoping a little generosity might be extra motivational.

She directs me to a small, pink-colored, shower-equipped massage room. I've long finished my shower when Catherine finally returns. We agree that my 45 min start only now.

After 5 min of less than inspired back massage I turn over. Without fuss she lets me behold her in her full naked splendor. She has enhanced tits with big nipples and is trim around the middle. During a bit of initial stand-up fondling her hand goes straight for Tantalizer but, unmistakably, her mouth evades kissing. That's just as well—because her breath is not the freshest; possibly remnants of Chinese food. A sinister thought crosses my mind: could this be the lingering smell of cum-in-mouth?

We cuddle on the massage table. Catherine's hand makes Tantalizer hard, and I try to crank that slightly furry kitty into gear with my fingers. "This part of women very strong," she says encouragingly.

We do a stretch of MISH, good rhythmic ACG and vigorous DOGGIE—during which she even puts on a show of orgasm. All the while we have nice communicative rapport. Feeling comfortable and playful I switch to a position I rarely use: lying sideways facing each other, with one of her legs propped up by my thigh. I even slide a finger up her ass while pumping her, with no demurring on her part. "You're very gentle," she says, "you use lots of lubricant, feels nice."

I bring up my planned condom change, in preparation for a CBJ. "Sorry I can't give you blowjob today," she says. "I just had operation on my lips, see here, to make them more red. My mouth still hurts. Next week come back, I give you nice blowjob."

Ah, all those cosmetic torments SPs undergo to stir the lust of men! Catherine sounds so apologetic, and vulnerable, I take her reduced menu in stride. I feel relieved her unbrushed teeth are probably due to this lip operation.

I even feel fired up for a little DATY now, feasting on that robustly fleshy kitty with its beautifully prominent flaps. Then I bang her some more in MISH. "Fuck me hard," she moans, probably aware that well-timed dirty talking can help trigger a guy's fuse. Sure enough, going with the flow of the moment, I explode.

I've 20 min left. She cleans me, promises more massage, and leaves for about 5 min. But when I hear a male voice outside, I anticipate being rushed to make room for the next pooner.

Surprisingly, when Catherine returns she says she told the new customer he'd have to wait 15 min—but he left. I thank her for not rushing me. "I never do that," she says, "you've time left." She hops on my bum, rubs oil over my back and gives me a moderately credible kneading while we chat. Both the phone and doorbell ring repeatedly.

I ask if Norah's Spa is busy. "Sometimes, sometimes not," she says. "Today, very busy...I like busy." I resist a passing urge to ask how many bangings she has already enjoyed today. But I admire the zestiness of this tough-as-nails ex-bank employee from China who has learned to use the cash machine between her legs for all it's worth.

She claims she's 30 (she may be slightly older), has been in Canada for 3 years, and at this job for 6 months. She shares her business attitude. "Other girls say, just fuck them and send them away," she explains. "They're stupid. They never have customers see them again. I've lots of guys that keep coming back." She also mentions some of her clients are doctors from nearby hospitals. "They got lots of money," she chuckles.

I ask if she likes this job. "YES," she says emphatically, "99% of customers are nice." I comment on the adjacent VILLA SPRINGS spa, and the rivalry becomes evident immediately: clients have told her NORAH'S is way better.

In my eyes, Catherine's strongest points—non-rushing friendliness and "fuck-me-harder" enthusiasm—make up for 2 negatives: less than stellar oral hygiene and, temporarily, no CBJ. Walking off into the rainy night I feel deeply relaxed, pacified, my sense of cheer restored by an ego-soothing infusion of erotic energy that took the bite out of today's frustrations.