Lily @ ANGEL MASSAGE: "I'll cook for you."

[Daisy Blaahhh]

Felt a little down today and stressed out.

Angel’s GS ad boasts about the “largest selection of girls.” I've so far failed in my ambition to pound my way through them all, due to recent turnover and part-timers. Actually, I don’t mind.

Rush hour roars by on Hastings below, but Angel is an oasis of tranquility. I ask papasan Perry to let me see the 2 of 4 available girls whose charms I haven’t yet sampled.

The first who introduces herself—not very confidently—is a petite, broad-faced girl confusingly called “Coco” (a different lady of the same name used to work at Angel). Next comes a tall, sultry vamp named “Lily” whose striking makeup includes false eye lashes and massively enhanced boobs. Others may find such dolled-up packaging cheap and tacky but for me, she’s the arousal-stirring personification of an Asian whore.

So I take a chance on Lily. She says she’s 27, from Beijing, works part-time at Angel and part-time in a store. She has been in Canada for 5 years—yet still speaks little English. She seems delighted with my basic Mandarin and patient with my pathetic attempts to communicate in her language. Our entire session almost feels to me like steamy sex with a lovely language tutor.

I try to kiss her but, like a lot of massage girls, she resists—perhaps fearing that she might be giving up part of her soul. I notice smoke on her breath. “Yes,” she confirms “I smoke.”

But, except for kissing, she plays along beautifully with my desires. She happily slides her long legs into the stockings I brought. I put some pheromone spray on both of us. Lying side-by-side on the massage table we readily launch into intense caressing.

Unlike many silicone-enhanced SPs, Lily doesn’t mind my sucking the nipples of her rather solid-feeling baloons. Delving further down I part the flaps of her furry, tiny-looking kitty for a little DATY. There’s that familiar strawberry taste and, surprisingly, a cute tantalizing gape.

Still can’t quite believe that what I’ve wanted most in life, and often suffered for, lies willingly spread-eagled before me. She rubs herself with wild, moaning abandon. When I insert two fingers she inserts a finger of her own and engages me in a delightful finger wrestle in there.

Lily uses expert mouth suction to put on the condom. Before I can hop back on the massage table, she quickly sits up, turns and spreads her legs, to make penetration from a standing position convenient. Ah…to lift my spirits, nothing better than sliding Tantalizer into the sweet, willing passion crack of an exotic beauty. Best of all, it's as if Lily wants sex as badly as I do.

Her pussy appears small but isn’t overly tight; she later mentions she likes big cocks. We start with different variations in MISH, then a few minutes of energetic ACG—until she says she’s tired. I switch condoms and let her treat me to a nice CBJ which combines pumping and sucking.

Motivated by her pornstar likeness, and emboldened by her lack of English, I fire myself up with the horniest sex talk I’m capable of. During a stretch of doggie I press gently against her starfish with a finger, but she discourages me pretty quickly; so I guess anal is out.

We cruise toward the finale in MISH. I feel I'd enjoy pounding that gaping passion pot indefinitely, but after 20 min I don’t know how much more she can take—I'd certainly not want her to complain and thereby shatter the magic.

Lily cleans me up and gets water. Then we talk for quite a while. She says she likes Vancouver, but liked Beijing more. She often feels bored and lonely here. She likes men but isn't really happy in this job: too many men, she says. It's not good for her health. But she needs the money. She has applied for work in a restaurant. (I wonder, with her boobs, how comfortably she fits into civilian life—she has "SP" written all over her).

I feel a warm connection with her; I find it strangely gratifying to have established a bit of rapport under such unpromising circumstances. So I give her a card with my name and phone number, “in case you need a bit of extra money.” Her response suprises me: “You come to my place, I cook for you”, she says.

Our parting hug includes a surprisingly tender kiss. No resistance now. My earlier feelings of stress and depression are gone, wiped away like cobwebs, by the magic of a fine provider. Lily may not be for everyone, but she certainly did it for me.

$.4 for 45 min all-inclusive + .4 tip. Will repeat at her place if she calls. Wonder if she can cook.