Part One:
Pennyland Massage Parlours
Pennyland massage parlours had been around for as long as anyone could remember, and was considered to be the best place to go for a sensual massage. For years, its reputation had grown, and there were always plenty of eager punters paying to let the skilled masseurs take away the pains of the day and replenish their energy. The regulars that stalked the place like a wolf coming after its prey had become an almost integral part of the local folklore.
Tonight was a special night though. The parlour had organised an exclusive event that promised much more than just a massage. It promised a night of passion and pleasure, the likes of which hadn’t been seen in the sleepy little town of Pennyland for years.
When Richard strolled into the parlour, he was feeling a little on edge, and not just because he was about to embark on a highly sexual experience. No, Richard was a little anxious because he had heard that the parlour was run by some kind of a cult that was involved in some weird and dark rituals. After an hour or so of feeling very uncomfortable, Richard had almost decided that he was going to leave and forget the whole thing when a woman with kohl-rimmed eyes and an enigmatic black choker appeared from one of the rooms in the back and asked him if he wanted a massage.
Before he could even answer, she told him to take off his clothes and lie down on one of the massage tables. He did as he was instructed and felt a sudden surge of electricity when the woman’s hands began to knead his body as she whispered mysterious incantations in his ear. As she massaged every muscle, she placed special oils on his skin which seemed to heighten the sensations and make him weak with desire.
“You are ready for more,” she finally said as she kneaded his buttocks and moved her hands slowly up and down his back.
“What more could I want?” Richard asked.
“More pleasure,” the woman replied. She then took him by the hand and led him to a dimly lit room in the back.
There, a group of naked individuals lay on the floor. Richard was shocked to discover that they were partaking in an inescapable orgy. He watched as the others pleasured each other in various ways, often submitting to restraining and humiliation. Richard felt his heart race as the mystery woman motioned for him to take hold of one of the strangers and explore his own desires.
For the next several hours Richard felt as though he was in a different world, riding a train of pleasure that seemed to never end. The group seemed to bond together as they explored the parlour’s offerings, being gentle and caring to each other one moment and then wild and fierce the next.
Finally, after an eternity of ecstasy, Richard stumbled out of the parlour and made his way home. He felt changed and alive, as if a veil had been lifted from his eyes and he had seen something he never could have before. He hadn’t felt this kind of pleasure in years, and he knew that he would never forget the experience in Pennyland massage parlours.