Here we were, G and me, standing outside 'Happy Massage'.
Another group of girls from a rival parlor were desperately waving at us from across the street, trying to catch our attention, as we took our own sweet time deciding on whether to go with the Foot Reflexology, Traditional Thai or Oil Massage. Decisions decisions.
You see, I discovered G and me are 'Massage Soulmates'. Because like
moi, he gets all ticklish while getting kneaded and pressed like a lump of dough. We also do not have a very high threshold for pain and don't really relish getting twisted like an oversized ragdoll, stepped upon and wrapped in some kinky Judo-ish embrace with a total stranger =))
But we had just put our bodies through some 45mins of gym in the evening and thought our aching muskels deserved some TLC.
So we figured that the most expensive of the lot, the oil massage at 450Baht an hour, would be the least sadistic. At least it had lubrication =))
We were led individually to adjoining cubicles seperated by a thin partition. I could hear what his masseuse was telling him, and he could probably hear what mine was telling me. My masseuse then excused herself to pop into the Ladies for awhile.
Next door, I could listen in quite clearly...
Masseuse : "Ok u please the take out everything sir"
G : "K, k"
She then left the cubicle for awhile, presumably to let him strip down and then returned...
Masseuse : "Sir, I said please everything!"
G : "Har? Underwear also ah?"
Masseuse : "Yes Sir"
Eerie silence...
Then giggles. Just who was giggling I will let you profer a guess =))
G : "Ok you softer ah, softer...softer...softer...Ouch!...Owwww..."
More giggles...
It was then my masseuse returned. "Sir, you take out everything ok"
Gulp! =))