Creepy massage experience
By Gitanjali Venugopal Story ID: 107
Last week, I realized that my girly shoulders were giving me a lot of pain and they were very stiff and tense. It was after a week of lots of working and being super focused, but that's a diffrent story. So I thought to myself, “Well, perfect time to get a massage” and since conveniently enough, there is a new massage parlor next to my apartment I was all happy and sunshine.
I thought to myself, “I’m gonna walk in and if the prices are right, I’m gonna get a massage. If not, I’m gonna pretend that I don’t know English.”
Solid Game Plan.
So I walk into this place and I’m instantly impressed. It has a forest theme with all green plants and sounds of raindrops. It made me feel like I was in the story Mowgli in Jungle Book J.
I go through the prices and I’m amazed by how affordable it is. And the lady behind the counter kept complimenting me.
*In a stereotypical Asian tone* “Dear Beautiful lady, so pretty lady.”
And since I’m a sucker for compliments because they’re few and far between, I instantly feel like Beyonce.
So I’m like, “Girl, Give me a Thai massage.”
Now, this is not my first rodeo Homie. I get massages all the time. But every time they explain to me what I need to take off in terms of clothing, I act like a 4 year old who’s suddenly afraid of cooties.
So she leaves me in this changing room to change and whenever I’m in this situation, this is what goes through my mind.
“Honestly, there could be surveillance cameras here. This is probably a scandal. Hello! Are you trying to see my panties?” Because according to me, everything is a scam, trust no one.
So like an Olympian, I change into a robe, jump in; adjust the sheets so that my butt cheeks and areas aren’t exposed because this ain’t ‘Cats the musical!”
After all that, I put my face in this hole that stretches my face and makes my vision widescreen.
So she starts massaging, you know, pressing my back and I begin to relax. Then suddenly outta nowhere:
“Beautiful Lady” *stereotypical Asian accent*
Me: “Thank you”!
10 minutes later
Me: Oh! Are you saying this for everyone?
Five minutes later
“So pretty Lady…”
…and I’m here with my face in this hole like, “Oh My God! I’m the Brown, Indian minority in this Horror film who’s about to die first.” I'm thinking this story will probably have a bad ending.
And this is what is going on in my head. “Girl, is this masseuse into you? Is she trying to hit on you? Is she trying to get a piece o’ this pie haan?”
Because this is what my female intuition is telling me. If she was a guy and I was at a club, this is the guy I would lie to saying that I’m already engaged.
But eventually she stops. And I’m hugely relieved that all this is over.
So she asks me turn to the front and she massages my shoulders and neck. As she’s massaging, she’s going lower, lower and then, this girl, intentionally and strategically moved lower so that she would ever so slightly expose my boobs. My boobs felt like Lindsay Lohan. I’m gonna be featured in Crouching Tiger, exposed Boobies.
She then proceeds to apologize and tell me that it was a mistake. That was no mistake. That was no Nip-slip. It was a Nip-plan, a Nip-plot. My nipple..!
Honestly, at this stage, I’m really hoping for this to be a Romeo and Juliet type story because, I ain’t expecting no happy ending.
So she finishes her massage and says,” I hope you like the massage. I very much enjoy working on you ;)” in her creepy tone of voice.
Honestly, I don’t know which one of us is taking the Walk of Shame, but I feel, like it’s gonna be me.
But in all fairness, the massage did me a world of good. Good Job! You Beauuutiful ladyyy!
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