[M]y first of many adventures to an Asian Massage Parlor.

I would say I’ve developed an addiction to visiting AMP that started by complete accident. My old job had me working a lot of hours. I am constantly on my feet for 13-15 hours a day, as a result I had a lot of foot and back pain. I was driving to grab lunch on one of my few days off and drove past a massage parlor. It looked clean, wasn’t buy and didn’t seem sketchy so I thought I’d google it to make sure it was actually opened. Upon googling it, I also found their hours and prices. I saw $60 for one hour, $40 for half hour. I thought fuck it, I’d be willing to spend the extra $20 for the whole hour.

I walked in and greeted by an small, older looking Asian woman. She greeted me with a warm smile. I told her I wanted a massage. She asked “One hour?” I nodded. She grabbed my hand and led me back into a room. Once she led me into the room, she asked for payment. I gave her $60. She smiled and closed the door behind her as she left. I took this as my queue to undress. I took off everything but my boxer briefs. I laid on the table and waited.