For context see chapter 1 of my recent NYC adventure with Angie of NY Asian VIP.
Fee: $80/session + $60 tip
This begins with with me out on the street in midtown wondering what to do next. Now I wasn't yet hungry & wanted to meet up with my cousin so I sent him a text message & told him that I would be available for dinner later if he could break free from work. I figured I had time to kill so I walked to NY Health Spa and check them out.
This place is located on W 37th between 5th and 6th Avenues and is west/left of the big Girl Scouts of America office. NYHS is located downstairs on lower level of the building, so immediately as you enter the building & cross the threshold, there is a door on your right. Take that & go downstairs. NYHS is a real legit spa with hot sauna, steam room, standing shower, table shower, heated massage-table, etc. This is what AMPs on Long Island could be & is very clean, bright & upscale looking compared to AMPs in LI. If it is busy you might have to wait in their lounge area. They have a couch and a TV. I had to wait there until the desk lady was free to attend to me. I was shown into the locker room & given a locker with a key. This is a full size locker so it would accommodate me if I had bulky personal stuff like a computer bag & a winter coat. You are given a towel, robe & slippers. If it is busy then you might run into other guys. It was not busy when I went & I only saw 1 other guy and that was toward the last 5 minutes in the place.
The workers have a uniform of sorts. They dress in white jeans/pants and white tops. I believe all the ladies are Korean, mid 20s-mid 30s & very friendly. Their English is good so you can let them know if you want to do anything in a certain order. Sauna, standing shower, then massage. Or skip the steam room, go table shower, then massage, etc. I took them up on the offer for the sauna & it was great. It was set to about 180 degrees and got me plenty hot & sweaty. I toweled off, robed up, & then met Suzie (pronounced by her as Sue-Gee). She is probably low 30s petite, cute & fit Korean lady. Not banging hot like Angie but then again, this isn't a FS brothel either.
She guided me to the table shower room and thus began the the usual small talk questions: "How did you hear about this place?" "How old are you?" "Are you married?" "What do you do for work?" "Do you live here in the city?" .... her English is better than most other LI AMP ladies so conversing with her was easy. She soaped, scrubbed, rinsed & dried me. I could get used to this kind of pampering & treatment. Next it was off to the massage room and its a real room with real locking door with real heated massage table. She started with medium pressure and did my neck & back first dry without lotion. Then she did my back & neck again with lotion. Then lubed up & massaged my arms, hands, butt, legs, & feet. Very relaxing & soothing. I overheard some voices on occasion but since it is in Korean my brain didn't process it and it didn't bother me. Suzie left the room to the the hot towel & returned with hot moist towel to wipe off the excess lotion.
Now began the soft touch without me asking for it and no discussion of tip. And here is where I had to make a choice. She doesn't know I had an enjoyable cum about an hour ago & she expects me to cum again. I know that I can go twice in an hour but the second usually takes more effort. What is proper decorum? Should I tell her it could take a while? Should I go through with it? Should I stop her now & save it for later? The questions bounced through my brain all the while she is doing a great job at distracting my from my choice. I feel like the traveler in poem "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost.
"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;"
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-road-not-taken/
At this point I was getting turned on and she asked me to flip over. Half hard & rising, she used lotion & began slow measured strokes. Like the poem's traveler, I chose randomly and would later reflect on my choice afterward. In the present, the release from before with Angie had eroded the burning desire to Come-Right-Now! & left me with a hard-on that wouldn't quit. She stroked with one left hand, then with right hand, then both hands, then right hand on balls while left on shaft, then the opposite, then reverse grip right hand, then reverse grip left hand. She did this all while standing, then sat on the table along side of me & eventually kneeled and sat on her heels. She has a fantastic technique and I'm sure if this was my first come of the day she could have had me popped in 3 minutes. Instead it was more than 10 minutes of her tiring out her arms. She didn't jackhammer jerk me off like some AMP ladies do. All the while I'm thrusting back up into her hands and moving it & grooving it. It all feels great but still no release. At one point she gave up & asked me to stroke it. So I grip my unit & try not to laugh or crack up at the absurdity of it all.
I mean, here I am at a place where you go to get a release. But I just arrived at this place from a previous place where I got a release. Suzie is a professional stroker who probably handled innumerable number of cocks & doing her best to get it from me. My cock is doing its best to resist her prowess. Its a classic "What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object?" paradox. This feeling of being miles-away-from-not-cumming feeling is what I would have wanted when I was pounding Angie from behind in doggie. Right now its getting annoying.
So I handle myself for it bit, smile at her & toss the ball back into her court. She took over and began slow & steady again. It was hard to gauge her attitude. Was she impressed by my stamina? Was she ticked that it was taking so long? I didn't know if it was appropriate to just start roaming over her clothing or dare to try to get under her clothing. Other guys might have tried but I gather it is a YMMV thing. Anyhow as is with the traveler, you will either go left or right at the fork. And for me I will either blow a load or not. With her aid, I finally unearthed that familiar feeling in my loins and I painted her hands white as my body quaked through the involuntary tremors of the what the French call 'la petite mort' or the little death.
As I said in chapter 1, "Some days you slay the pussy & other days is kills you." I like to believe I won this round. I think she was relived that it was over. I thanked her & she cleaned me up with towel and left the room to wash her hands. On return she she had me sit up, gave me a quick neck & back rub and then declared it finished. I thanked her again & she asked if I was going to shower. I told her yes and she directed me to the shower room. The standing shower is done alone. You aren't having a erotic shower in a locker room style non-divider shower room where other guys might be too. They have shampoo and soap available for your use.
At the locker I dried off & changed back into my clothes. They even provide spray deodorant, hair spray & gel, toothpaste & toothbrushes in case you might need it. After getting completely ready, I left the locker area and went to the counter to pay. Suzie was there but was off to the side & away from the counter. Another Korean lady behind the counter but this time wearing a black outfit. She told me the fee, the $80 which I knew going into it. On the counter displayed conspicuously was a no-frills change purse labeled "SUZIE" and this is where I place her tip of $60. They both thanked me and wished me a good evening. I was at NYHS for just over an hour. I think about 1hr 10 min. Up the stairs & out the door, and out another door and onto the sidewalk of 37th Street.
INTERLUDE ....
There was an interlude of eating and catching up with my cousin. Went to a good restaurant. Place was packed on Sunday night with no reservation spots available but with a 30 minute wait to a get a table. I opted to wait at the bar for my cousin to arrive. Good eats & a good time.
Left the restaurant at about 10:20pm. Got my car out of parking at 10:35pm. Driving through the Midtown Tunnel and getting onto the LIE, I wondered: "I'm kinda tired. I should probably just drive home. I guess this adventure is over."
Nope.
To be concluded in chapter 3.