Confessions of a Korean-American Man in New York City

Yesterday was the last day of my Santa Monica trip. Someone I met on Monday evening asked if I wanted to try out a massage on Venice beach. During our conversation at Cut, I said how much I luv spas and massages. This person then suggested that I sneak away from the meetings and go to his favorite massage place. He said it was on a rooftop and it was on Venice beach with the faint sounds of the ocean. So of course being a spa whore, I rearranged my schedule so I could sneak away for an hour massage in the morning.

I got picked up in the AM from the hotel and we took a 10 min drive to Venice beach. The place is a short building that's situated on the walk along Venice beach. Apparently it's where Charlie Chaplin lived... I honestly don't know if he was telling me the truth.

I quickly realized this was own and operated by the Chinese, and the first thing that popped up in my head was happy endings. However, it was a legit building and didn't seem shady. We were quickly ushered onto the rooftop of the building where a middle aged Chinese woman stood. So I paused wondering where the dressing room was and it became quite apparent that I had to strip down on the OPEN rooftop for all of Venice beach to watch. Well, really for the voyeurs of the adjacent apartment buildings. There were no curtains -- no nothing. I couldn't quite back out because I was pot committed (a poker reference). So I stripped for all the world to see and laid down face down. I'm sure there are now naked pictures of me on the Internet.

So how was the massage? Strong and deep. She beat the crap out of me and really got into my muscles. It ended up being a great massage. She did work my ass a lot and it went from tense -- probably from the tension of undressing in public -- to jello. I have to say that once she took the tension out of my hips and ass, my body felt so much better. Some of the techniques were a bit amusing like when she got up on the table and straddled me and pressed her entire weight against some small back muscle. I'm not a big dude but she put all her effort and weight into it.
I felt like butter afterwards. I rushed back to the hotel, showered and ran to the next meeting. Ahhhh, what a trip!