I had just flown from Los Angeles to Hong Kong on one of the worst business flights of my life. I was supposed to be sitting in first class but due to unforeseen complications got bumped to economy between a big man snoring loudly and a new mother with a screaming baby. Talk about an amazing flight. Luckily since I’ve been working in finance for a little over twenty years, I knew the best way to ease away the stress of a long, uncomfortable flight. I stepped off the plane and got in my waiting Lincoln town car and was taken to the Marriott in the middle of Hong Kong. I checked in and found that my penthouse suite that I always stay in had been given to someone else and I had been downgraded to a double. Today was apparently not my day.
I took my bags upstairs and flopped down on the bed, looking at the white ceiling pondering how I could stay awake. They always say the best way to beat jet lag is to stay awake. It is currently 11 pm in Los Angeles but 3 pm in Hong Kong and I have a meeting first thing in the morning tomorrow. I decide to go down to the hotel bar. Once there, I order a Jack and Coke. I sit there dead tired, a walking zombie, when a woman walks up to me and hands me a card for tantric massage hong kong. She smiles, bows, and leaves. I read the card and see its not too far from here.
I finish my drink and decide that an outcall massage would be a nice way to get my mind off of things. I walk the half block, showing up at a small, slightly seedy small area that says Hong Kong Massage Services. I walk in and see the small women who brought me the card. She gives me an all knowing smile and hands me a paper for insurance purposes I’m sure. I hand the paper back to her and she leads me behind an orange floral curtain. There I find a massage bed and candles lit all around the room she tells me to undress and leaves. I lay on the bed, back exposed.
A few moments later a young, pretty Asian woman walks in and says her name is Kim Lee and she pours oil on my back and begins to deeply rub away the stress from the day. After about thirty minutes she turns me over and goes straight for my private area. I guess I didn’t realize Gulity tantric massage in Hongkong meant anything sexual and at first was a bit taken aback, but I began to relax. The massage lasted another one hour. I was a little shocked at how long this massage lasted at such a low price. I definitely felt great after, extremely relaxed and actually really spent. I tell her thank you and slip her a one hundred dollar bill. She opens her eyes wide and begins crying speaking Chinese. She runs out of the room and I get dressed.
The woman who must own the shop hands me a coupon for outcall massage hong kong which I think means that I can have a masseuse come to my hotel room. It says I get 20% off. I tuck it into my pocket thinking I may use it again tonight.
Unfortunately I fell asleep, but my meeting went well and the flight home was definitely better than the flight there. I definitely miss Kim Lee though. She gave me so much joy for so little. I just hope she’s okay.
