I drove over to a place I had visited once the last ime I was here, the Ginza Sauna behind the
Hooters on 19/41 south of Atlanta. I see an ad in this weeks Adult Scene in the Creative
Loafing, but hadn't seen one last week. Find the ad, it has a $10 off coupon. Lists their hours as
Mon-Sat, 10am-2am, Sunday 12noon... Locked my car, went in thru the open door into a waiting
lounge with a glass window. A sign on the wall listed prices running between $40 for ahalf hour
to $60 for an hour, some other options I don't remember. I rang the bell,and a woman I hadn't
seen stood up from her seat around to left behind the glass, where she had been watching tv.
She apologized nicely for not hearing me come in-I was't surprised, since the door was open.
She was an attractive oriental woman, probably in her 30s, I hadn't seen her the last time I was
there, but she was similar to the other girl in appearance. She asked if I wanted a massage, and
I said yes, the 40 minutes. She said they had none, and I realized that the prices I had glanced
at were different from the last time-I would now get the full hour for my $60 (was $100 last time!)
So I said I'ld take that, and handed over the $50 and $10 bills. She looked a little surprised, I
guess most people go for the half hour. Actually, last time I was there $40 would only get you 15
minutes, I probably would have been happy with the 30 myself. She opened the door and told me
to follow her.
She stood about 5'5", wearing a tight sleeveless to and a short black skirt. As she led me to a
room with a stiff chair, an oriental folding screen, and a 3 foot high massage platform covered
with a sheet and a towel, topped with a pillow, she asked if I had been there before, and I said
once last year. She told me to get undressed and left the room. I took off my clothes and
stacked them neatly next to the nightstand, and waited standing forher return. She looked
demurely and told me to put on a towel, then started leading me out of the room to the bath. She
asked me my name, which I told her, and told me hers was Nana - an awful choice, since it
reminds me of my mother in law! I asked herwhere she was from, and she said Philedelphia. I
said (untrue, but I've been thru there) that I was from near there myself, and she replied that
originally she was from Hong Kong. She stepped out of a pair of three inch heels outside the
door, revealing her true height at about 5'2" In the bath room, she had me lie down on a 2 foot
high table with a plastic mat and pillow, on my stomach, without the towel. She took off the skirt,
revealing her top as part of a one piece bathing suit-very practical. Then she proceded to soap
me from neck to toes, very thorough with my asshole, halfway between sensual and clinical,
dowsing occaisionally with warm water drawn in a bucket from a vat. She then had me roll over
and did the same to my front, noticeably including my cock and balls with the same half sensual
manner, but less thoroughly, almost teasingly. After a rinse, she had me stand, and dried me
with a towel, again paying attention to my ass and cock and balls. Then she put the towel around
me and led me back to the room, stepping back into her white high heels.
Once there, she had me take off the towel as she closed the door, and lie down on the table,
face down, head on the pillow. She began massaging me, with a fair but not astounding degree
of skill. She covered much of my back as I relaxed for ten minutes, moving from one side to the
other on the ground, then climbing up beside me, then straddling my ass. She was rubbing a
little suggestively with her pelvis against me as she shoved upwards under my shoulderblades
when I turned my head a little further and murmered "could you take off your clothes for me?"
She said she was still doing her job, and maybe later, so I shut up and let her get back to
business. I would have preferred her to be nude while she worked, but I wasn't suggesting she
not complete the massage first, this is one of the fringe benefits of this kind of prostitution. The
massage is really a good effect on your muscles, and the process gives you a feeling of intimacy
and caring from the girl. She was hardly the best, not even the best hooker massage, but pretty
good, and adding extra sensuality while she worked occaisionally that I've never had in a straight
massage. She went all the way down to my toes, then came back up beside me and reached
under and teased my cock a little before telling me to roll over. She worked again from top to
thighs, then the arms. Then she teased my cock again, and when it responded once more, she
said "what do you want me to do about this?"
I've never seen this kind of openness before, lack of cop fear; justified or not girls usually seem
to think they are more protected if you solicit them. I pointed to her mouth and said "with this," to
which she replied "how much you going to pay?" I said "the last time I was here the girl told me
$60," which was true- also unusual, she had volunteered an actual simple price structure when I
raised the subject, instead of hemming and hawing or bargaining back and forth: $40 for hand,
$60 for mouth, $60 for pussy( she pointed to each organ, did not name them, which is why I
pointed to Nana's mouth. Do they think this gives them some degreee of immunity? Nana said
"oh, that's just for the room and masssage," and I assured her I meant another $60, not what I'd
already paid. She seemed pleased, leading me to believe this is higher than the going rate, or at
least the usual initial offer. At any rate, she asked for the money, which I pulled from under the
pillow where I had placed it while she was gone in the beginning, again surpising and amusing
her, so I said "I knew this would be the tip from before." She laughed and left the room. Always
a cold moment, but I was pretty confident here, more so than usual, in fact.
When she came back, she closed the door and asked me to roll back over on my stomach, then
began undressing herself, stripping off the skirt and bathing suit and the shoes, the whole of her
wardrobe. Nice asian body, clear yellowed skin tone, nice midsized even tits without sag or
wrinkle and seperated believably, no sign of surgery, which is unlikely in the oriental massage
biz anyway, unlike the local jack shacks and strip clubs. Slender without approaching anorexic,
which is another turnoff I've seen at other places. She climbed back up beside me, had me shift
over to the right of the table to make room, and began rubbing my back again. Then she nudged
up on my left hip and curled my cock in her hand, teasing as before, but more suggestively. "Now
on your back" she said, so I rolled over. She moved up me and wriggled suggestively, her
breast inches from my face, the areola small and tan, not large and dark, but with nipples like
little pencil erasers. I reached up and carressed her left tit, swaying there- very soft and bouncy;
then i lifted my heaad up to lick the nipple and take it in my mouth, cupping the other
in my left hand and running my right across her shoulders and back.
She let me at this for a minute, encouraging me with sighs and toying a little more insistantly with
my cock in her other hand, then sat up and opened the condom package she had brought back
with her (they never have them there in the room, until after they've hidden the tip.) She gave
me an extra squeeze, as I was still not entirely firm, and then place the rubber on my tip, then
placed her lips upon it and sucked while working it down a couple of inches with her lips, then
sucked hard enough to hold me errect while rolling it the rest of the way down with her hand. My
eyes sort of rolled back in my head as she started to bob up and down, maintaining the pressure
that was keeping me hard-though this was growing less necessary with each stroke. She played
loosly around the base with her hand, letting me look up and see her working on me thru the
triangle formed by her left upper arm and the top of her breast dangling twords me.
I reached in and lifted with my left hand to improve my view, and enjoyed the feel for awhile, then
began to caress her back again with my right. She was upright with her knees tucked under her,
feet together at a tangent to me at my hips, and I had to stretch a little to reach down to her
buttocks, but she shifted a few inches diagonally up twords the pillow and moaned softly,
slacking a little on the oral action. I ran my hand around a little further, feeling the crease of her
ass down to the soft bump of her asshole and back, which led her hand up my shaft and her lips
up and down more insistantly. When I tried to reach further around her rump to her quim, I was
rebuffed a little, her legs closed tighter and she leaned away.
The action grew a little more insistant, and I was hard enough to stand on my own when she
pulled off for a heartbreaking moment to give me a smile and a raised eyebrow, but shortly she
returned, giving me the fine feeling of entering her mouth again, and redoubled her efforts. I felt
pressure building and decided to surrender to it, moving my hips a little and moaning softly,
"mmm hmm..." She bobbed a little more until I tensed, then pulled off and played with her hand
as I came. She palmed until I was good and done, and calming down, then pulled the condom
off and tied it in a knot surrounding the hazelnut sized balloon of my cum making a coughing
noise as if clearing her throat.
She swung off the table and picked up a washcloth off the nightstand; brought it over and rubbed
my cock and stomach a little with it, the put her clothes back on and departed, saying she would
be right back. I lay there in the afterglow for a minute or so, when she returned with another
cloth, which she used to clean me more thoroughly. She then started massaging me again,
which was a nice touch, I never understood the logic of relaxing me first, then tensing me back
up. About ten minutes, first on my back, but mostly on my stomach of light massage with
intelligent conversation regarding her view of the immagration situation followed- I suspect she is
here illegally, and sadly misinformed regarding the US ability to send her home if they happen to
find her. Then she had me stand and dress, as the hour was over. She walked me out, and I
caught a glimpse of the woman I had been with the last time, so I asked Nana her name, and she
told me "Linda," which I recalled once she said it. We hugged each other goodbye, I walked out
to my car and drove away.
Now I'm not saying this wasn't fun, or that it wasn't worth the money. But it wasn't everything I
wanted, and I want to know if that is possible. The setting was too clinical, as befits a massage
but not what I really wanted. I'ld like a bed. Or a comfy armchair. Something. The only girls I
can get are oriental of one sort or another, which is exciting, but only one of my fantasies; part of
the thrill here for me is the variety. They are also, while attractive, older than I am, and not what
you would call stunning. The sex is somewhat mechanical, clearly a means to an end, with no
real hint of play or mutual satisfaction. I want something raunchy, in fact; I like the dirty feel of
doing this, but they treat it as something commonplace and normal, perhaps a bit against the
rules but really just a service that requires a larger tip.
I've been to strip clubs, which are enjoyable but don't actually excite me at all, with very rare
exception. I've been to Jack shacks, which are in many ways closer to what I want, buit
ultimately frustrating, as I solicite sex and get a more money come on which peters out when the
funds run out, without actually getting anything but raunchier while I give myself a handjob. I've
been to massage parlors up north with girls that will actually give me a hand job but no further, in
conditions similar to the spa's down here but with action closer to the "modeling" shacks. All in
all, the combination of fantasy with atmosphere with sex eludes me. By the way, I spend the
least in strip clubs (up to $100, usually from $20 TO $50), the most in jack shacks ( I once blew
$300 ten or twenty at a time with no success) and the hand jobs actually ran more ($220) than
the BJ or half and half I got down here! ($120 and $160 respectively, although I tipped the first
girl extra afterwards bringing the total to $180). I'm not afraid to spend, I just don't want to be
ripped off; which I feel the Lingerie shops definately do, the Massages up north to a lesser
extent, but the Strip clubs and Asian Spas have not.
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