Getting A Massage

GETTING A MASSAGE

For a working man there is nothing like it.

A little bit of heaven at the strip mall.

There’s a sign you see when you walk in which says that you can either have a half hour, forty-five minutes, or an hour.

But it’s all bullshit.

About fifty bucks to get a table,

And your “therapist will be with you in a few moments.

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You take off your clothes and you lay on the table.

You wait for her to walk in and when she does she asks you if you’ve ever been there before.

She’ll ask if you want a soft or hard massage and she’ll ask if you want powder or lotion.

You say yes, yes, yes, and when she lightly brushes her hand against your cock you say yes again.

You nod your head and the fun begins.

She dims the lights and starts to work.

You close your eyes and let her work her magic.

To her it’s probably manual labor but you’re giving her fifty bucks as a tip.

Minutes go by and soon it’s all over.

It’s always over too soon but what the hell.

“Do you want a hot towel?” she’ll ask.

Yes, yes, yes.

Get dressed fast and leave the money on the stand.

On the way home get the Chinese food and call it a night.