Part One
Neville Vincent was definitely a nerd. He would be the first one to admit it, too. At age 18, he was a high school senior whose main focus was scholarly pursuits. He had been a straight-A student since he brought home his first report card as a six-year-old. Since the year was now 1999, the expanding field of computer science completely fascinated him. He hoped to make his mark in it somehow.
Neville was also a healthy, virile, young male. He liked females and their allurements as much as the next guy, but he was painfully shy around them and figured none of them would be interested in a tall, skinny boy with a long thin face and thick eyeglasses. History had proven him right. He had never had any sort of relationship or even a friendship with any girl, excluding, of course his one sister and his five female cousins who lived 500 miles from his house in suburban Ohio. He desperately wanted to change that.
When he confided to his trusted and sympathetic Uncle Norman that he was still a virgin, the latter eagerly gave him some manly advice. Neville’s uncle suggested that, since he was now 18 years old and no longer a minor, he could legally enter any massage parlor in the state and get some sexual stimulation and satisfaction from a willing female—as long as he possessed enough cash. That was not a problem for Neville. He had hundreds of dollars in cash stashed away in old coffee containers in his bedroom closet. That money came from Christmas and birthday gifts, and from earnings by doing occasional odd jobs for neighbors.
“How much will a trip to a massage parlor cost me?” Neville curiously asked his uncle.
“Take $200,” he was told, “but don’t put it all in your wallet. Keep some in your pocket, perhaps $60. That way you can honestly say to one of the girls employed there that you’ve got $140 in your wallet to have a good time. Only dip into the extra $60 if you really need to do so. Chances are that you won’t need it.”
“How do you know all this?” Neville slyly asked his mother’s brother.
Uncle Norman whispered, “Neville, I got married late at age 40, I was widowed at age 52, and now I’m 58 years old and I live alone. Don’t you think I’m entitled to a little bit of fun in my life? I love getting poontang wherever I can find it, Neville! Just don’t tell anyone, please. It’s not the type of thing one usually discusses in polite company.”
Part Two
Neville heeded his uncle’s advice about where he could find poontang or a reasonable facsimile. The next Saturday morning, he took a bus to the outskirts of town, walked three blocks to the Forbidden City massage parlor, took a deep breath, and walked through the front door at about 11 a.m. (There was a back-door entrance, too but Neville was not yet aware of that.)
Mustering a degree of confidence, Neville approached the woman sitting behind a large desk. Without being asked, Neville produced his ID to show he was 18 years old, announced he was completely new to going to a massage parlor, and said he had $140 in his wallet to spend on a good time.
The woman, a long-haired brunette who appeared to be about 30 years old, smiled warmly at Neville. She introduced herself as Jasmine. Neville suspected it was an alias. She explained that the required room fee for an hour at Forbidden City was exactly $50. He could use the remaining $90 he had in his wallet to “tip” his girl for whatever “extra services” she was willing to provide to him.
Neville nodded. Within seconds, two other girls promptly joined Jasmine beside her desk. They were a shapely duo who were barely dressed. One was a petite but curvy Asian in a black negligée who looked to be about the same age as Jasmine. The other was a Caucasian girl, perhaps 25 years old wearing a tight tank top, with hair that had obviously been dyed blonde. Jasmine said, “Neville, at the moment you are our only customer, so you can choose one of the three of us to give you your massage. Who will it be?”
Neville found all three of them to be attractive, but he chose the Asian girl for her exotic qualities. Jasmine said, “You’ve chosen Annie. Neville, please pay the $50 room fee to me and then Annie will lead you down the corridor to Room #3. Annie, treat Neville especially well. This is his first time here. We want him to leave as a satisfied customer so he’ll return often.” Annie smiled, placed her right hand in Neville’s left hand, and walked him about 30 feet to a door with a large numeral three attached to it. She opened it and escorted him inside.
“Get undressed, Neville, and lie face down on the mattress on the floor. I was in the other room, but I heard you say you brought $140 here. You’ve just spent $50, so you must have another $90 leftover. Am I right?”
Neville confirmed Annie’s arithmetic was correct.
“Okay, Neville, since you are a newcomer here and you look like a nice guy, for $90 I’ll take off all my clothes, give you a full-body massage and a release.” Annie gave a yanking motion with her right fist to indicate that a release was code for a hand job. Neville was thankful for the helpful clarification. Annie quickly added something else with a naughty smile, “You can also touch me wherever you like.”
“Sounds like a great deal!” Neville declared. He happily handed over the remaining $90 in his wallet to Annie. Then he got undressed in record time and followed Annie’s instructions by lying face down on the soft mattress. His growing erection made that position slightly uncomfortable for him.
Annie removed her clothing. (Neville could see her via a mirror on the wall. He liked what he saw—and his erection grew even firmer.) She promptly got to business by rubbing scented oil all over herself and Neville’s back. She straddled him and slid her diminutive body up and down his, pressing her delightful breasts against him. She did this for perhaps five minutes, and then told Neville he could roll over so she could do the same thing to the front of his body. Neville did not need to be asked twice; he complied immediately!
Annie applied oil to Neville's hairless chest, and slid up his torso in an erotic manner, sighing gently as if it were the sexiest thing she had ever done in her life. It was definitely the sexiest thing Neville had ever experienced in his sheltered life. Neville was reluctant to touch Annie’s body anywhere, despite her giving him clear permission when they entered Room #3. Annie took the initiative to lift Neville’s hands and place them onto her firm tits. “That’s better!” she told him. Neville certainly agreed and began happily squeezing and fondling Annie’s wonderful set of jugs for his pleasure and amusement.
“Suck on my nipples if you like, Neville. They’re nice and hard for you.” They absolutely were!
Neville lifted his head and did as Annie requested. Annie got some pillows and propped up Neville’s head so he could enjoy sucking and fondling her boobs at the same time. What a helpful girl she was! It was a sex act he enjoyed for several minutes.
Moments later, Annie straddled her youthful customer, squirted an excess amount of oil onto Neville’s full erect penis, and told him, “I think you’ll like what’s coming next!” and proceeded with the promised hand job. Years of working at massage parlors in numerous cities had made Annie an expert in this particular sexual act. Despite Neville’s utter inexperience, he recognized a pro by the way Annie treated him.
“Keep playing with my tits if you like, Neville,” she whispered softly to him. “I like your touch. You are a nice, gentle young man.” Then she proceeded to compliment the delightful qualities of his stiff, 18-year-old penis. “That’s a nice thick dick you have, Neville. It’s a healthy one, too! It’s standing right up for me. I bet it’s seven inches long—or maybe even eight!”
Neville knew that estimate was an outright lie, but he was enjoying Annie’s sexual commentary very much regardless of its accuracy. She told him, “I bet you please all the high school girls with your dick, Neville, because it’s so big. Come back another time so we can have a lovely fuck together. I’d like to feel your dick inside my warm pussy! Wouldn’t that be wonderful experience, Neville?”
That last sentence put Neville over the edge. He had a strong ejaculation that nearly hit Annie on her chin. Two long ropes of semen sailed from his stiff penis. Annie, being a consummate professional sex worker, continued to jerk on Neville’s shaft long after the last drops of sperm came out of it. She waited until it was showing signs of becoming flaccid before stopping her tugs. Only then did she continue the erotic massage, sliding her body up Neville’s oily torso so that her pussy rubbed against Neville’s softening dick. Then she gently kissed him on the cheek and on the lips. Neville figured he had just experienced the greatest hour of his life. Then he looked at the clock mounted on the wall. He had been in Room #3 for just slightly more than 12 minutes!
“Good lord! I didn’t even last 15 minutes before coming!” he sadly stated.
Annie placed her index finger on Neville’s lips to indicate he should be quiet—for good reason. She then explained, “The house rules are that the customer gets 60 minutes of fun for his $50 or until has an ejaculation—whichever comes first. Then the session ends. That’s common. Since you are such a nice young man and happily agreed for $90 worth of my services, Neville, I’ll stay with you for another half hour just to cuddle and keep you company. Would you like that?”
“Of course I would!” Neville replied with delight. The mattress was barely wide enough for the two of them to snuggle side by side, but that was what they did for the next 30 minutes. With her full approval, Neville continued to play with Annie’s breasts and give them occasional sucks and licks. They chatted, too. During their talk, Neville accidentally let it be known that he was a total sexual newcomer and he would always fondly remember Annie and his experience at Forbidden City. “By the way, you have terrific tits. I just love handling them. They turn me on.”
Annie giggled and said “I know that. Look at your hard dick.” Neville had attained another terrific erection but he dared not abuse Annie’s kindness. When they had been in the room for slightly more than 40 minutes, Annie declared they had to vacate it. “Hardly anyone ever lasts the full hour with any of the girls, ” Annie informed Neville with a smile. “If anyone does, it reflects badly on our abilities to make healthy men shoot their loads.” Annie led Neville to the “cleansing shower” at the back of the room which they shared. That was great fun, too. Then Neville dressed and said goodbye to Annie who affectionately kissed him on the cheek. Then he walked to the lobby. Jasmine was still seated where she had been. She was staring at the desktop computer in front of her with something akin to a scowl on her face.
Part Three
“Did you enjoy yourself today?” she asked him without taking her eyes off the screen.
“It was absolutely marvelous!” Neville stated. “Annie was a real delight. She made me come so hard with a hand job that...”
“Shh! Don’t tell me what you did!” Jasmine quickly cautioned him. “Legally this is a licensed massage studio—not a brothel. We provide erotic massage services here—and nothing else. We don’t want to violate any laws, you know.” Then Jasmine slyly winked at Neville. He understood what she was trying to tell him without saying so: The sexual services at Forbidden City were implied but never actually stated for legal reasons.
“Well, I’m glad you had a good time with Annie because I’m not having much fun today!” Jasmine mentioned to Neville sourly.
“Having trouble with your computer?” Neville asked, just to be polite.
“Yes, I’m having nothing but trouble with it. It’s a new thing here. We just got it a couple of days ago. Honestly, I hate the damn thing. We used to record all the business transactions here in this notebook. The owner would drop by and enter the figures into a big ledger at the end of the day. Everything—and I mean every last thing—w as done by hand. When I’m working a shift, I also double as the manager. I have to record every transaction and customer visit into this silly machine. It sadly doesn’t respond to sweet-talk. Frankly, I want to throw it out the window!”
“Well, I’m just the opposite. I know quite a bit about computers,” Neville volunteered. “Let me see if I can assist you.”
“Oh, that would be fabulous,” Jasmine replied. “Any help is welcome.”
Neville moved an empty folding chair beside where Jasmine was seated. He sat down and looked at the computer’s screen with her. He immediately recognized the spreadsheet program that the business used, saw how it was programmed to work, and asked what data needed to be inputted. Jasmine passed him the notebook and turned it to that day’s page. From Jasmine’s hand-written notes, he learned he had been Forbidden City’s fourth customer of Jasmine’s shift as he entered all the data into the proper fields. It took him less than three minutes. Jasmine was truly and thoroughly impressed by Neville’s computer knowledge and skills.
“You ought to give me and the other shift managers here a few lessons,” she stated. “We’re all baffled by this thing. None of us own a computer or have ever used one before this week.”
Neville immediately sensed a terrific opportunity was at hand. “Jasmine, ” he began, “If you are serious about learning how to use the spreadsheets on this computer properly, I’ll gladly give you and the other shift managers a few lessons. I don’t want to be paid in cash though. I’d do it in exchange for Forbidden City’s wonderful services.”
Jasmine laughed and said, “For such a nice, polite and studious young man, you have a dirty mind, Neville.”
Neville was disappointed that his offer had seemingly been rejected. He began to head out of the building through a hidden back door he hadn’t noticed when he first entered the massage parlor’s lobby.
However, he was stopped in his tracks by Jasmine, who told him, “Hey, I didn’t say no to you, Neville! I was just kidding you about having a dirty mind. Actually, I think the computer lessons are a terrific idea. When can you and I start?”
The eagerness displayed by Jasmine indicated to Neville that he had considerable leverage to negotiate an excellent deal for himself. He said he had nothing pressing on his schedule for the next hour, so he could spend it with her, if that suited her. When the other managers came in for their eight-hour shifts in the 24-hour operation, he’d give them each a 60-minute lesson, too. “I’ll gladly exchange three hours of my time for Forbidden City’s famous services. That’s my offer.”
“You’ve got yourself a deal, Neville!” Jasmine said and extended her hand for him to shake. “You provide three hours of computer lessons for a credit of three separate hours of full-service treatment here! Just let me make a few phone calls to run it by the owner and the other two shift managers. I’m sure they’ll all agree. This seems like a bargain to me because we three managers are all totally clueless about computers—and the owner has just figured out that we have no idea what we’re doing.”
Neville was silently ecstatic. He had figured that three hours of computer tutoring would earn him just one hour of sexual services, not three! “Fantastic!” he said.
Jasmine made the phone calls. Everyone, including the owner, thought Neville’s offer was a great idea.
“Your deal has been easily approved, Neville,” she happily told him. “We’ll need to have your telephone number in case we need you in a hurry to solve any future issues that may arise with our computer. You would receive more credit from us, of course, if we call you in to do extra work for us.”
Neville was more than happy to accept the conditions. “Okay, let’s begin, Jasmine. Do you have any questions for me before we start.”
“Yes, I certainly do,” she said. “What the heck is a spreadsheet?”