Vietnam Part 0 – Prequel (Asian Massage Parlour)
I had known that Asian massage parlors (AMP) in the US could offer happy endings. How prevalent this was I did not know. For a decade I lived near a no man’s land of cheap rent, dotted with quarries, industrial buildings, tattoo parlours, and massage parlours. In spite of living near that area for a decade, the massage parlours never intrigued me and went on unnoticed.
US Massage Parlours
About a year ago, I came across an article from Vice about massage parlours . With a flick of a switch, the intrigue was turned on. This underground industry was huge and now I realized illicit parlours were everywhere in the US. The proliferation of online review sites coupled with lax laws in certain states made the industry explode. The article mentions three sites, of which I found Rubmaps to be the best. I also found Spa Hunters and a Craigslist like site called Back Page whose 3 top executives were just arrested a few days ago.
Rubmaps Pay Wall
Getting onto Rubmaps or any other site,there’s always a pay wall that keeps you from all the juicy details. I paid for a subscription and began to read reviews and scout my area. I was astounded at the number of illicit parlours to be found. One such parlour was in a plaza I often frequented numerous times. Unlike most parlours, this one looked spartan but had a legit appearance. Their front door is even usually wide open. The plaza had restaurants, offices, and other retail shops, with one particular restaurant being very highly regarded. The massage workers could even been seen chatting with neighboring shops in the morning. Little did I know it had illicit services.
I would drive by parlours and either peek through or walk in. For the most part, the massage parlours are in low rent strip malls or in industrial areas. The windows are usually dark tinted and covered with blinds to block prying eyes.
The lobbies are usually dim, plain, with a desk and maybe a couple of chairs. A mamasan may work the front desk and a masseuse or two will work the back. Sometimes the mamasan doubles as the masseuse.
Exploring Options – Korean Girls
You might recall I really fancy Korean girls, so naturally I searched for Korean girls. I was willing to go a 30 mile radius for some Korean girls. After days of research, I only found milfy Korean ladies in their high 30s and low 40s. Maybe it’s a little different on the East coast but the article gave me visions of 20 something agashi’s rubbing my cock.
Chinese, Vietnam Girls
I moved onto Mainland China girls thinking that Korea is too rich and developed to send their fine women Stateside. No such luck as Chinese Mainlanders were also old and milfy. One day I thought, what about Vietnamese girls? I started searching and it turns out there are Viet girls near little Saigon.
More and more research was done and eventually I found a cluster of 5 massage parlours in a single plaza that with some of them having reports of 20 something Vietnam girls offering full service.
After one extremely long and stressful day at work, I took a detour to the massage parlour cluster to relieve my angst. I parked across the street in another plaza and walked to the destination. As I entered the dimly lit plaza, I saw several of the reviewed parlours. I walked by them took a very quick glance and left.
I recomposed a bit, reassessed the plaza and then re-entered. I passed two parlours and at the 3rd one a skinny Viet girl with bleach blonde hair, red dress, tattoos, smoking a cigarette tried to lure me in. She looked a little worn and had better days behind her. I peeked into her parlor more, didn’t see much and kept walking.
My target was the highly renowned parlour at the end of the plaza, but as I passed a 4th parlour in between, a young fobby Viet girl in a red dress caught my attention. In the dimly lit reception, one or two young girls sat on a couch. The girl in the red dress asked if I wanted a massage and my heart pounded. The girls really got me and I said “yes” without hesitation. I was led through a door into the back of the parlour where several rooms were located. She entered the room with me and asked for the house fee of $40. I gave her the money and I asked to visit the restroom. On the way out, I saw an older lady maybe in her late 30s. I thought, I wonder if she will be my masseuse? I went to the restroom and returned.
Bait and Switch
I waited a bit more and the door opens with the older lady I saw in the hallway. She told me her name was Michelle and she would give me a massage. Shit. I asked what about the girl in the red dress? Michelle explained she is just the receptionist. Shit. My heart was still pounding and I never asked about the other girls. I then thought, “whatever it’s just a massage and I might not even be offered extra services” as many first time clients don’t get offered, so I went along with it.
I disrobed, laid on the table and a towel was placed on me. I had never had a massage before but there was no doubt this was a piss poor massage. After what seemed like 10 minutes, Michelle stops looks me and asks in a huge accent, “What you want?” I toyed around with her a bit and told her I want to see your tits. I tried pulling her dress down but she resisted. She then made some motions, HJ, BJ, and then the finger through the circle. I told her BJ and she wanted $100 and I said no way. How about finger through the circle, I gestured? She motioned back with a 1 and 4. I said no way too much. After some back and forth $120 was agreed on. She left to get ready, and came back with the usual tools of the trade: rubber, lube (concealed in a hand sanitizer bottle) and wipes.
Not Sexy or Erotic
I played with her natural petite B cups with light brown nips. Really nice nipples, but without her clothes she was quite a bit older than I had initially thought. I think she was possibly 40. I don’t mean to be a prick to those who like older women, but I have never fucked anyone older than me nor even the same age as myself, paid or unpaid. I thought to myself, I already paid and I was just interested in trying out Viet pussy. Kind of weird but she asked me to rub her pussy. She wanted me to arouse her, but she didn’t entice or tease me to do so. She just plainly asked for a rub and I thought, “she should be pleasing me”, not the other way around. I also tried spreading her lips which had very little hair, just a few strands, but she wouldn’t let me. That’s it, I’ve had enough. This is not sexy or erotic, just laborious and ludicrous. I should be receiving the rub.
I had her put the condom on me and she performed CBJ to get me at attention really quick. Missionary, fake moaning and she asks, “See I tight?”. Whatever. Flipped her over, doggy and squeezed the round butt, explosion… sort of..it wasn’t really satisfying, but a bit awkward. She cleaned me up. Came back with hot towels sanitizer and then even later gave me a bottle of cold water. A release? I suppose. Victory? I don’t think so. A story I would remember for years? Maybe. Uneasy? Definitely.
During the whole session, I was uneasy. Solicitation is highly illegal in the States. The act of accepting an offer of a hand job is considered illegal solicitation even before any physical contact has transpired. If I am caught I’m going to be arrested, charged, facing multiple court appearances, possible jail time and a record. Conservative moralities in one of the world’s freest countries? Maybe this is a topic I shouldn’t discuss.
When I left it was past 10 and they were closed. The red dress girl thanked me very cordially, almost bowing and waved me goodbye. They turned around to lock the door as soon as I got out. I would later discover there are curfews on massage parlour operation hours, designed to curb illegal activities and certain cities have ordinances to keep massage parlours out of industrial plazas, preferring to keep them in retail commerce areas for visibility.
In my mind I said I will go back and visit the place at the end of the plaza for the 20 year old Vietnamese girls. Eventually time passed and my outlook changed. I thought why go through this illegal bullshit when I can go the real Saigon? I might end up busted in part of a sting operation and I could end up in court and jail. This would be very problematic to my professional career and an embarrassment to my friends and family, and would cost me a fortune to fight the legal battle. So I said fuck this, “I’m going to the real Saigon instead”. Six months later, I was there.
Vietnam Part 1
Vietnam Part 2
Vietnam Part 3
I thought about secret filming but knowing that I would partake in something highly illegal, any such footage would only be used against me as incriminating evidence of the highest degree should I be caught. I did not take any pictures or video of that encounter, but now I’m thinking… I really really want some video. Maybe I will have to go back.