Hello everyone,
So, this little escapade took place last Saturday. After a solid workout, I was in desperate need of a good massage to sort out the knots and aches. I'd read a report about a place called RC in LP, so off I went, hoping for a bit of relaxation. But as I approached the complex, I noticed a phalanx of security guards making everyone sign a register. It all seemed a bit too MI5 for my liking, so I discreetly did an about-turn and decided to try my luck elsewhere.
I ended up at the Country Spa, which I'd visited a few times before. The place has had a bit of a facelift, and apparently, the prices went up to match. They quoted me a rather cheeky 3.5k for an hour. After a bit of verbal sparring, I managed to haggle down to something more reasonable, though still a tad steep. On the plus side, they provided disposable kits, towels, and even a combโvery posh indeed. The rooms were spotless and quite decent, so I thought, "Why not?"
I hadnโt asked for any particular masseuse; I just wanted a proper massage to work out the kinks. Enter Miss "Naughty Nanny." She was all smiles and banter from the get-go and, I must admit, her massage skills were top-notch. She had a knack for finding every tight spot and knot, and for the first half-hour, I was in sheer bliss, drifting off into a near coma.
And then, just as I was about to fully check out, she brought me back to reality with a bit of a joltโher hand had wandered south, if you catch my drift. Suddenly, it was all "sexy man," "strong man," and a series of other compliments that would have made my gym trainer blush. I knew where this was heading. She started quoting the rates: 10k for the full package, 5k for B2B, and 3k for a bit of hand action. I chuckled and told her to carry on with the massage.
Just as I was preparing to call it a day, things took an unexpected turn. Without any prior agreement or haggling, she poured a generous amount of oil on my, er, manhood, and started giving it a thorough polish. I was a bit taken aback but wasnโt exactly in a position to object. So, I decided to see where this was going.
As I reached out for a handful of her, she obligingly opened up her top, giving me full access. Then she took things up a notch, leaning in to lick the top of my tool. At this point, I was holding on for dear life, trying not to lose my composure. As I finally gave in, she was whispering all sorts of naughty encouragements in my ear. After the, shall we say, "intermission," she resumed the massage for a few more minutes, leaving me feeling thoroughly knackered and, oddly enough, quite content.
Then came the real twist. As I was getting dressed, I noticed there were no latches on the door. Anyone couldโve strolled in for a surprise viewingโabsolutely bonkers! And to top it off, it seemed she wasnโt even expecting any payment for the extra service.
Not wanting to appear ungrateful, I handed her a 1k tip, which she happily tucked into her blouse without even checking the amount. Then, with a cheeky grin, she lifted her wrap to show off her legs and black underwear and said, โNext time, weโll have some real fun outside.โ
Well, I guess sometimes, even the masseuses just want to have a bit of a laugh.
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