Massage Parlour Malkin’s Bank CW11
Jill, a working girl from the city, was always curious about the tales they told on Her Majesty’s streets. She had heard stories of powerful men, their secret massage parlours, and their top secret brothels where only the daring could get a remote glimpse of the debauchery within.
On her day off, she decided to take the train out to Malkin’s Bank, somewhere in the countryside outside the city. She had heard stories about Malkin’s Bank that piqued her curiosity, stories that she could never confirm. So with no leash at all, she decided to go and investigate.
The train journey was long, but Jill couldn’t wait to arrive at Malkin’s Bank. When she arrived, the station was in complete disarray. There were people walking on the streets, but there was no hustle or bustle; everyone seemed in a somber mood.
When Jill got off at the station, she noticed a discreet sign of a massage parlour in the distance – the massage parlours of Malkin’s Bank. Each massage parlour was a large house, each one slightly different from the other. They were all very discreet, but just within the walls the atmosphere was full of mystery and excitement.
Jill had arranged an appointment at one of these massage parlours, and was eager to get inside. As soon as she stepped foot in the doorway, the scent of oil and perfume hung in the air in an inviting way. In the centre of the room was a large bed, adorned in luxurious fabrics.
The masseuse, a woman of about 50, welcomed her in, and offered her a massage. The massage was better than Jill could ever have imagined, expertly strumming away the stiffness and stress.
When the massage was complete, the masseuse asked if there was anything else she would like. Jill requested a full body massage, a massage with a little extra. Without hesitation, the masseuse began to give Jill a more personal massage with oil, exploring her entire body.
Jill felt sensation build as the masseuse covered her entire body in oil, expertly stroking her skin until her body was completely aroused.
At the end of the massage, the masseuse whispered something in Jill’s ear. She said that upstairs at this massage parlours was a special section, with only the richest of men. Apparently the men who frequented this massage parlours paid extra for a more intimate service, one which had no limits.
Jill was intrigued and asked for more details. The masseuse told her that for a fee, she could join the ladies in the upstairs suite and have the massage of her life. Every girl who had done so – the masseuse included – had returned with a smile from ear-to-ear and a story to tell.
Feeling the ever-present adrenaline kick in, Jill asked to be taken up the stairs. Before she knew it she was there, in a room full of powerful and wealthy men enjoying the service of some of the most beautiful women in the parlour.
Jill was led to a corner of the room which overlooked the entire scene. She could feel the electricity in the air as she watched the men enjoying their massage, each with a woman of his own. Some were gentle and passionate, while others were far more adventurous with their hands and tongues.
As one of the men finished up his massage, he asked the girl to pleasure him in ways that were forbidden even in the most decadent of places. Embarrassed and a bit scared, the woman looked around for help, showing her discomfort, but Jill was the only one who responded.
The man thanked her for her help and offered her money for her efforts. She accepted the offer graciously and was relieved to find herself in the company of a gentleman for a change.
The man took Jill away from the parlour and to his home, where he showered her with gifts and provided her with a level of luxury she had never experienced before.
He asked her to pleasure him in return and she accepted, eager to experience something new. Every day, his desires brought her to higher and higher peaks of pleasure.
Eventually, their escapades came to an end and the man told her that for her discretion and performance, he would pay her a handsome sum – amounting to more money than she had ever seen in her entire life.
Jill gave him a deep and meaningful kiss, relishing in her new found freedom. She knew that she would never forget her experience at Malkin’s Bank and would always remember the experiences she had encountered there.
When the sun set, Jill made her way back to the parlour and bid it farewell, a new and happy woman.