Massage Parlours Woodbank CH1
The massage parlor in Woodbank was notorious for its salacious reputation. With its bold sign flashing in the darkness, drawing in the unsuspecting and misguided, the whispers amongst the locals about activities going on behind closed doors were more than enough to attract a crowd. At night, the narrow, shadowy street was a hive of activity: men, looking for pleasure and entertainment, and women, their faces hidden beneath heavily applied makeup, alluringly peeping from aside behind the curtains.
This was the world that Jack had stumbled into, completely by chance. It was all too easy to become consumed by this mysterious, other-worldly atmosphere, and as Jack made his way further to the massage parlor, he was filled with a mixture of excitement and dread.
The interior was surprisingly luxurious. Deep, rich carpets and plush, velvety furniture created an opulent feel. Dozens of women stood sultrily in the corners, beckoning potential clients with sultry smiles and suggestive eyes. A chandelier hung from the ceiling and lit up the entire room, causing the red velvet walls and ceiling to pop with colour.
At the far end of the room was a stage full of scantily-clad women in various states of undress. Some were aggressively advertising themselves to passing customers, some were dancing seductively, and some were simply lounging around, content to watch the spectacle.
Jack didn’t know what to do. He had come here with the intention of just watching, not taking part in any of the activities. He was nervous, unsure of how to act in this kind of environment. He stood, frozen to the spot, his heart pounding and his palms sweating.
That was until he felt a light touch on his shoulder. He turned to see a beautiful woman with a knowing smile. She was wearing a clingy dress that left very little to the imagination, revealing just enough curves to make Jack’s heart race.
“Welcome to my parlour,” she spoke softly, her voice like velvet. “My name’s Rose. Let me show you around and explain what we do.”
Jack felt a rush of enthusiasm and didn’t think twice before following Rose. She led him through to a large lounge area, filled with comfortable seating and soothing music playing in the background. Rose invited him to take a seat and explained the services that were available. For a fee, customers could take their pick of massages, given by experienced masseurs, and a range of exotic packages that included dalliances with the ladies of the house.
Jack listened in admiration, keen to learn more. Rose explained that all of the masseurs and ladies had been trained in the ancient arts of massage, and that they each had their own special techniques. She also pointed out that the majority of their customers requested extra services, such as lap dancing or extra intimate touching.
As the pair spoke, Jack’s excitement towards the prospect of experiencing a massage intensified. Rose sensed his enthusiasm, told him she understood and reassured him that he was in very safe and experienced hands.
After Jack had made his decision, Rose disappeared for a moment reappearing with a tray of drinks and snacks. She explained that these were complimentary, and that she always served them in order to enhance the experience.
When Rose returned to the lounge, a tall, dark haired man stepped forward and introduced himself as Roger, the masseur who would be administering Jack’s massage.
With a reassuring nod from Rose, Jack followed Roger down a dimly lit corridor to his massage room. The spacious, windowless room was decorated with a four-poster bed and soft lighting, adding to the deeply sensual atmosphere. A massage table was laid out at the centre of the room, covered in white linen, and Roger immediately instructed Jack to take off all of his clothes, before lying on the table in a face down position.
Roger then proceeded to massage each individual muscle with strong, firm pressure and speedy, circular motions. The gentle heat of his hands and the soft music that was lightly playing in the background was enormously calming and soothing, and Jack felt as though his entire body had melted in Roger’s hands.
As Roger moved to Jack’s legs and buttocks, it became clear that the massage was taking on a more intimate direction. Roger’s hands moved lightly along Jack’s inner thighs and then bowed slightly lower, lightly touching the region between Jack’s legs. The anticipation was electric and Jack soon felt himself close to climaxing.
Roger then instructed Jack to roll over and moved to the front of the massage table, effectively straddling Jack’s hips. The movements of the massage became slower and more sensual, as the masseur explored Jack’s chest and abdomen with light, caressing strokes. Then, his hands moved unerringly to the area between Jack’s legs, and Roger expertly thrummed Jack’s penis until it was hard with desire.
Sensing that Jack was close to orgasm, Roger moved his hands down to Jack’s buttocks, spreading and pushing them apart ever so slightly, heightening the stimulation and pushing Jack closer to the edge. The sensation was overwhelming, and a minute later, amidst a powerful wave of pleasure, Jack finally orgasmed, climaxing into an intense release of pleasure that left his entire body quivering.
Jack lay back and savoured the experience for a few more moments, breathing deeply and letting the sensation of complete, utter relaxation wash over him.
Before long, Jack felt Rose’s presence in the room, and she instructed him to dress and prepare to leave. She handed him a towel and some extra clothes should he wish to freshen up and thanked him for choosing her massage parlor. As Jack stood to leave, Rose emphasized the importance of discretion and reminded him that what he now knew of the massage parlor in Woodbank was not to be spoken of outside of its walls.
Jack thanked Rose politely and left the massage parlor in a physical and mental state of bliss. As he walked away, he couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude to the massage parlor and the pleasure he had experienced within it. He threw a small glance behind him, already planning his next visit.
And with that, Massage Parlors Woodbank CH1 had planted a seed of temptation in Jack’s mind: a seed that would eventually blossom into a desire for something more…