The secret of the Massage

After the company's year-end review meeting, the leaders gave us some money and left. They wanted to go to a nightclub, but they got bored and decided to go for a massage.

I am still the youngest in my company. My colleagues are all married and have children. We think that it is really pleasant to massage in front of the computer every day, so that our backs will be sore and our legs will be weak.

After dinner, at about 8:30, we went to a massage house which is said to be the best in the city. After that, I went up with a couple of colleagues looking for a massage. It was dark inside, but you could also see men, women lying there, some women in suspenders and men in overalls massaging them.

The young men who massaged us. Colleagues say women don't like to give women massages because there are no tips, and it's not so bad for men to give massages.

These two days my back is very uncomfortable and my head hurts, so I require to press my back and head.

The guy who was lying on the bed and massaging me started talking to me. And then he kept talking, saying my hands were white, my body was good, my skin was good. I answered graciously. The main thing is too tired. After pressing his back, he started pressing his head.

He sat at the head of the bed and I lay flat on my back. He started pressing it on me. According to him, his salary is higher than mine, of course my salary is very low, but for the public money, I would not come to such a place.

He asked me why I came here and I said I was on a low salary, it was public money and I was too tired to relax. And then I fell asleep.

Then I thought it was wrong, because his hand was already under my coat, and he was touching it where he shouldn't. I was startled and sat up, saying why. He said, ah. It's okay. Lay me down again. I got defensive, and I stopped talking to him.

I thought he couldn't be there, but then he was right in my ear asking me, can you give me your number? What did I say? No. He said, give me my number, you must call me, I will give you a free massage.

I said no, I don't get massages.

But maybe the tone wasn't so cold that he didn't care

Although he was rejected, but he did not see a bit of impact, continued to talk to me. I have never seen this thing, a little uneasy, but also did not see any unhappy reflection of colleagues, so I thought, I am not good. Thinking of these, I just ignore him, in fact, psychological or quite nervous, has been tight heart...

As he continued to massage, his hands always drifted away, feeling like he wanted to move forward and reach inside. I clamped his hand to keep him from moving, and suddenly I felt like I was about to be raped. I'm here to enjoy myself. Why should I be careful lest I be taken advantage of? Yes. He was lying in my ear to talk to me, very strange feeling, I tried to hide, he is very "generous" to get out of the way.

I don't understand. Do I look like a desperate woman? The e hint I gave him was that I didn't need it, didn't he get it? How dizzy I am!

But really do not know how to do, if teng ground stand up to walk, be seen by colleagues, also do not know how they will think. Besides, I don't think I mean that, and he won't continue to pester me

To be honest, I didn't think about it at first because my colleagues went there and they said it wasn't as bad as they thought, but it got worse and worse. He thought he would stop after he refused, but worse things happened.

He wasn't embarrassed to see that I wasn't cooperating, and by talking to me, he started kissing me on the cheek

He kissed my face, AND I turned my face away, and he continued to kiss my neck, my arms, my hands. I sat up, and he said, "Your hair is the right length. It looks good." I want what I want. What a nerve he has! I said, just press your head. Then he lay down again. I felt his breathing was short, but I didn't dare to think anything bad. Then suddenly he kissed me on the mouth. He was so hard on me that I couldn't move. Oh my god. Then he rolled over to the side of the bed and pressed down on me, KISS, touch... Take my hand, put it on him, let me touch him. I struggled as if I were resisting rape. My mind went blank. This is crazy. After I struggled off, I sat up and said I'm not doing it, I'm going to the break room. He said, you can do it for a while. I said no. It was really awkward. He had just recorded his phone into my hands, said, well, you call me later, I give you free massage, must contact with me ah......

Out of the massage room. He walked me out. In the dark light, no one will notice my unhappiness. Leaning over there on the couch, waiting for my colleague, he came over again and said, turn on the TV for you. He turned it on, and he recommended one to me and said it was great. He acted as if nothing had happened. And he said, "Do you want your number? Let me see if I'm here. You have to pull my hand. I hastened to say, ah, remember. He sat on a chair in the back for a while and whispered in my ear, "I have to leave. Please call me." I oohed and he was gone.

When my colleague finished, he came out and we were ready to go home. On the way, I was too shy to ask her how she was, but there seemed to be nothing wrong with her. When I got home, my heart was pounding. My boyfriend is away on business and I don't know if I should tell him. Is the opposite sex massage all such?? They are so dedicated, even to poor people like me. He knows I don't have any money, but he still invests in me as a client. It's not worth it.

Do not know the depressed, or confused, anyway, the heart is very disorderly. It's not that bad. It's just my problem. Good night