You want some SEX with your massage?

Based on a true story. Names have been changed to protect the innocent.

Jim had recently arrived in Kathmandu. He easily tired after walking aimlessly through the maze of streets that comprised the main tourist area of the city. His back ached, but not simply from walking. He had been in a bus accident a few days before and now had difficulty sleeping, tying his shoes and putting on his underwear. This little event was slightly depressing, as it potentially compromised his plans to go trekking and do some extended meditation, but he knew it could have been worse and was therefore thankful to be alive.

He wanted to hasten his back's recovery and gave massage some consideration. After all, he kept seeing Ayurvedic Massage painted on virtually every building. It was a sign, literally. One morning he entered what looked to be a small tea shop and went up the stairs in the back to the massage reception. Three ladies presented him with the menu. Upon first glance it seemed a bit expensive for Nepal. It was 2,000 Rupees (US$25) for an hour of hot stone therapy. The girl with what looked to be a glass eyeball said they could do it for 1,000. Jim figured since the listed prices were high, the place was more likely to be a legitimate massage parlor. He said he'd come back later as he wanted to explore the city.

Late that afternoon, he went back. The girl with the glass eyeball and what looked like an Indian girl in Nepali clothing were there. Jim, ever the negotiator, bargained down the price to 900. Still too expensive, he thought, but it was worth it if it helped. He went through the curtain to the back and the Indian girl followed. The first thing he noticed in the small room was a naked guy on the far bed. Fortunately for Jim, the man's leg closest to the door was pulled up, blocking his genitalia. Hmmmm, thought Jim as they closed the curtain. 

Jim got undressed, but as he was only getting the hot stone therapy for his back, he kept his shorts on. She told him to take them off. He did, primarily out of comfort, but kept his boxers on. The girl began by giving him an oil massage. Ok, maybe she's getting my back ready, he thought. But she continued like this for some time. Meanwhile, in the adjacent 'room' there was a discernible squeaking from the table that could be the result of only one thing. Or could she massage that fast with such strength? 

Wondering where the hot stones were and why he was paying more for just a basic oil massage he made an inquiry into the whereabouts of the stones. Apparently they were coming. She massaged a little under his boxers and then onto his buttocks. A little strange, but Jim had experienced this before and was curious where this would lead. Her oily hands made a fast move between his legs and she came close to his ear and whispered You like? Of course he liked it, it was just a matter if he wanted her to do it. 

She repeated in this fashion several times to no avail. He couldn't commit. He was serious about this hot stone therapy business and besides, this girl wasn't the least bit attractive. Eventually, the hot stones came in a pot of boiling water. She put them on his back and some rolled onto the floor. It seemed this might have been the first time they had been put to use. Either that, or they found the closest things they could find resembling the stones in the picture, but they weren't flat enough to stay put on his back. They were hot and felt good, but their warmth wore off quickly. 

She removed the stones. The girl told him to turn over and lie on his back. It hurt to do so and she seemed to realize for the first time that he actually did have a problem. At this point, the other masseuse and her client had left the room. She began to oil and massage Jim's arms, hands and fingers. He now saw clearly what had been massaging him. It was better if he closed his eyes. She came close and motioned to the bed behind the curtains. With her eyebrows rising she whispered Fully nude sex. Only 1,500 rupees.

Jim shuddered a little at the possibility. There was a sense of urgency in her offer. No, thanks. He could only politely decline, but he also couldn't help wonder if he would have replied the same if a slimmer, more attractive masseuse was standing over him. Fully nude sex. Ok, 1,000 rupees for you, as she motioned again to the back bed. Good. Good. The way her eyes opened when she said that disturbed him. Jim wasn't slightly aroused, even if he had been tied to the table and she tried to rape him, it would have been mission impossible, as long as his eyes were open. 

She stopped pestering him eventually knowing he had in fact just come for the hot stone therapy. She carried out the occasional conversation with the girl with the glass eyeball presumably to translate something he had said. I like it, but I don't need it. This had confused her, but after a quick conversation in Nepali, she got it. She finished up the massage and left Jim to change, presumably a bit disappointed not to be receiving a higher day's wage. Jim was ready to get the fuck out of there.

His back did feel better, but it wasn't an amazing experience and certainly not what he expected. He left a little disappointed too because he assumed he didn't get the maximum benefit from the hot stones. Oh well, he thought, it's all an experience, but next time he'd find the real deal. Always interested to see where things lead, he laughed at the experience as he exited the tea shop and now chuckles to himself every time he sees Ayurvedic Massage. Yes indeed, ayurvedic vaginal massage.