Ok so there was a period in my life once where I had just started university and for almost two weeks I got the absolute worst sleep of my life. I swear I probably got a max of 20 hours of sleep across those two weeks.
Anyway, one day I finished an eight hour shift which ended in the evening. At this point, I was basically sleep-walking, so I decided that it would be a good idea to get a massage.
It was around 5:30pm and quite a few places close around that time and I also could not be bothered travelling far to get a massage, so I was just wandering around trying to find one.
Perhaps due to tiredness, the fact that I just got off a shift, or sleep deprivation, I saw a place which I assumed did massages (because of their name) and walked in. Why I didn’t just search up massage places near me on my phone? Honestly, I don’t know. I could barely think at that time.
So I walk in and the interior looks a bit like the inside of a motel. There were pictures but none of them were sexual or made me assume this was probably some adult entertainment club. Honestly, when I think back to it, the coloured lights should have given it away but apparently my deductive skills aren’t great.
I walk up to the counter and this lady asks me some questions such as what service I wanted, if there was a particular girl, and all that. Now, I had never gone to get a massage before, so in my mind, those questions didn’t seem that strange.
Anyway, I basically tell her that I’ll go with anyone who’s free. And then, she asks if I want any “extras” which didn’t register to me at that time so I just said no because for some reason, I thought that meant other parts of my body also gets massaged or something.
So, I go into this room which honestly looks like a hotel room. There was a bed, shower, and some other stuff. At first I thought this was some boujee massage place but I saw the girl (let’s call her Jess) who I thought was about to give me a massage and I was like wait…the dress code seems a bit off. But I was so tired that I just decided to give it the benefit of the doubt.
The photos in the room were obviously sexual and it was at this moment that I realised I getting a different type of massage.
I smile awkwardly at Jess and I was like so am I about to get a massage or what. Now, she must have thought it was a euphemism or something because she basically just laughed. But then I asked if this was a massage place or if I had mistakenly walked into something else, and she tells me that it’s a brothel.
Oh.
Well, I already paid for a 20 minute session so instead of wasting it, I decided to just talk to Jess like she was my friend because I was way too scared to get a massage.
Honestly, it was really nice and she was super fun to talk to.
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This is so sweet for so many reasons 😁
Unexpectedly wholesome
I did something kind of similar. Lived on a southeastern island working on a military base at the time. Just outside base there were these places they called; ‘Juicy Bars’. They were brothels. There were all sorts of other clubs/stores and other night life venues around the area all within walking distances. So a buddy and I were out one weekend night just walking from place to place, when an older oriental woman standing outside a building was motioning for us to come in.
At first we were like: “nah we’re good.”
But she persisted and I was like: “You know what? I’m bored and feeling like doing some exploring. Let’s check it out.” I had no idea what it was exactly. I thought it was just a simple bar or some sort of club.
We go inside, and immediately to the right is a long rectangular room with a bench going all the way around it. Women in dresses all around. My buddy and I didn’t know exactly what was going on. So for about 5 seconds or so it was just awkward stares. Then two girls got up and came up to us, and the hostess walked us to the dining area.
We spent maybe 30 minutes or so just sitting there, buying drinks for these girls. Just talking and whatever. After a while and realizing that my wallet was now empty, we left without anything else going on. At least for me. Welp, guess I didn’t buy enough drinks to pay for anything for myself, but my buddy apparently got a handjob under the damned table…
I was young and very… very dumb. Nothing clicked in my smooth brain that it was a juicy bar until my buddy told me about it the next day.
Bro, this feels like the plot of a coming-of-age movie where the main character accidentally finds a therapist in a brothel. Jess sounds like she gave you more healing than massage ever could have. A wild story, but strangely heartwarming.
‘Super fun’ can be refreshing.