The Story of Ju-Won

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

Lucky Flower

Mamasan parked her car in front of a strip of businesses between a dry cleaner and a liquor store, located on a busy intersection. The door was painted with a white sign which read: Lucky Flower Healing Massage. Ju-Won couldn’t see inside the front windows. They were painted black.

It was very late when they arrived. Mamasan put down her purse at a counter near the front. A few scantily-dressed women were still awake, sitting on small couches in what looked to Ju-Won like a waiting room area. Mamasan didn’t introduce the ladies to her. The women were staring blankly up at the TV bolted to the wall. It was strange to Ju-Won to see their breasts and n*****s completely exposed through their sheer, revealing clothes. Despite how they looked Ju-Won bowed out of respect, but they didn’t acknowledge her greeting. Mamasan ushered Ju-Won to a small upstairs room and Ju-Won set down her suitcase in the corner.

“There is a clean towel on your dresser and a shower down the hall. Get some rest, Ju-Won. Tomorrow is your first day.”

Mamasan left. Ju-Won parted the blinds and looked out the window at the traffic below. She laid down on the bed and fell asleep to the sound of traffic without unpacking, exhausted from her long trip.

The next morning after her shower, Ju-Won had tea with a few of the other employees of the massage parlor, all dressed in lingerie. The women seemed rather unfriendly. The TV droned on. No one spoke. After tea, Mamasan took Ju-Won to her room and gave her the same kind of see-through underclothes the other women were wearing: white lingerie that barely covered her body, small, pencil-thin G-String panties, nude stockings that only went up to her thighs and heels only an indecent woman would wear. She was ashamed that the customers would be able to see her exposed breasts, n*****s and ass through the sheer material and she asked Mamasan why she must wear such clothes.

“It is the uniform all girls wear,” Mamasan said. “Don’t be shy.”

Mamasan handed her some make-up, a hair brush and lipstick.

“Clients like you to look pretty when you give massage. Give bigger tip to you. More money to send home. There is a mirror in the hallway bathroom. And brush your hair, Ju-Won. It’s a mess.”

Ju-Won held her lingerie and makeup in a state of disbelief. Mamasan clapped her hands twice.

“We open in five minutes. Hurry.”

Ju-Won went into the bathroom and applied the makeup. The lipstick was a deep red and the eyeshadow a light blue. After she changed into the lingerie, she stared at herself in the mirror.

I look like a w***e.

Mamasan unlocked the front doors and Lucky Flower was open for business. Ju-Won was told to stand next to her at the counter near the entrance and wait for customers to arrive. The other women were sitting on the couches and chairs in the waiting room, reading old magazines or watching TV. Everyone looked bored. No one spoke. Ju-Won waited. Later in the morning, a hard-looking man in a tight jacket showed up.

“Hello. Welcome to Lucky Flower,” Mamasan said in a sing-song voice, smiling.

The man nodded, completely ignoring Mamasan and looking at Ju-Won with the eyes of a hungry beast. He stared at her breasts which made Ju-Won cast her eyes downward in shame.

“You ever been here? I never see you before,” Mamasan said, suddenly suspicious.

“First time here,” the man said.

“Are you a cop?”

“Hell, no. Do I look like a cop?”

“How’d you find Lucky Flower?”

“I saw the ad on Backpage.”

Mamasan nodded. The listing was bringing in new clients.

“You ever had massage?”

“Not here.”

“Where?”

“Back in LA…”

“OK,” Mamasan said, after a pause. “Only massage here. No funny business.”

“Sure. No funny business.”

“You want 30 minute or 1-hour massage?”

“One hour,” he said.

“$60 dollar. Cash only. Table shower included.”

“That’s what the ad said.”

“Tip separate.”

The man paid Mamasan and told him to pick the woman he wanted. He nodded to Ju-Won.

“I want her. What’s your name, darling?”

“Maybe next time,” Mamasan said. “It’s her first day. Pick another girl.”

The man nodded and walked over to the waiting room, ogling the women. He picked out a pretty masseuse with a hard face and cold eyes. The woman put down her magazine, stood up without a word and joined the man. Mamasan whispered in Ju-Won’s ear to follow along to watch. When the man saw Ju-Won approaching, he turned to Mamasan.

“I’m not paying for two girls,” he said.

“No,” Mamasan said. “She’s in training. She just watch.”

The man gave Ju-Won a crooked smile.

“OK, then let’s give you something to watch, honey,” the man said.

He put his hand on the woman’s ass and she escorted him to one of the small private rooms in the back of the parlor, followed by Ju-Won. There was a massage table, a chair and a small table with some creams, oils and towels on top of it. The woman asked the man if he was a cop and he said no again. Ju-Won had no idea why they kept asking such a question. The woman handed the man a towel and he started to remove his clothes in front of them. Shocked by his sudden nakedness, Ju-Won’s heart started pounding and she immediately stepped out of the room to give the man privacy. When Ju-Won returned, the man was naked except for a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. The woman asked the man if he wanted a table shower and he said yes.

Ju-Won followed them down a side hallway to the shower area. The woman casually removed the towel and the man laid down on the table, as naked as a new born baby. Ju-Won looked away, disturbed by the sight of the man’s body. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead from the steam of the shower. Suddenly, Ju-Won felt very light-headed. She watched as the woman sprayed the man with water and rubbed soap on his back, arms, legs and feet, even upon his ass. He laid there while the soap was washed off and then he turned over on his back. The man’s p***s now was now in full view. Ju-Won had never seen a man’s private part before and was the only one in the room that seemed embarrassed. Though she had a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, it was hard for her not to look at it, hard, wet and quivering in the woman’s hands. Before casting her eyes downward, Ju-Won caught a last glimpse of the woman washing the man’s private area, sliding her hands up and down his p***s and under his scrotum area as if it were nothing but a child’s toy, his shaft growing longer and firmer in her hands as she washed the soap away. When Ju-Won found the courage to look back, the man was standing and the woman was patting him dry. After wrapping the towel around his waist, the woman escorted the man out of the shower. Ju-Won followed behind, with a growing feeling of anxiety.

Back in the massage room, the man casually handed the towel to the woman. Ju-Won cast her eyes downward again to avoid seeing his erect p***s. The man seemed amused by this. He took a step toward Ju-Won and lifted her chin with his finger, forcing her to look into his eyes.

“You’re very pretty, honey. Next time I’m in Portland I’ll be sure to choose you,” he said, placing his other hand on the thin material barely covering her ass and giving it a squeeze.

Feeling the tip of his p***s brush against the bare skin of her upper thigh, Ju-Won took a step away from the man to avoid further contact.

“You’re a shy one, aren’t you?” he said.

“She’s new,” the woman replied.

“What’s her name? Does she speak English?”

“Do you want to talk or do you want a massage?”

“Massage…”

The man laid face down on the table and the woman placed the towel over his backside. Squeezing a generous amount of almond-scented massage oil out of a small plastic bottle into her palms, she began the massage. She rubbed his shoulders and neck and down his arms and back, kneading the muscles with slippery fingers. Her hands slid under the towel and moved it aside. Paying close attention to his ass, she rubbed the sides of his cheeks and hips and slid her thumb through the crease of his flesh. When the man turned over onto his back, Ju-Won could plainly see he was much more aroused than before. His p***s was fully erect, standing stiffly over his belly. Ju-Won’s trainer continued her massage, rubbing up and down the front of his body, his arms, torso and legs, occasionally brushing up against the large rod of hard flesh. To Ju-Won, it looked like some kind of alien creature, attached to his body but somehow living apart from it, with thick bluish-green veins running up the sides, engorged with blood. Ju-Won was both fascinated and repulsed by it.

“You like?” the masseuse asked.

“s**t yeah,” the man replied. “How much for a happy ending?”

“How much you want to spend?”

The man reached over to the side table, took a 20 dollar bill out of his wallet and laid it down on a side table.

“Extra service just $40 more,” she said.

The man shook his head no.

“That’s all I got,” he said.

The man laid back down on the table and shut his eyes. The trainer squeezed more lotion into the palm of her hand and began pulling and tugging on the man’s p***s, slow and soft at first and then hard and fast. Although she knew it was indecent to stare at such a thing, Ju-Won could not look away. After vigorously rubbing up and down on the man’s flesh, it was over rather quickly. The man moaned and shot his semen out from the tip of his p***s like a fountain, in several bursts. The masseuse used the towel to catch the fluid as it spurted out so it did not make a mess in the room or stain the sheets.

Ju-Won could hardly breathe after it was over. Her parents had never talked to her about s*x. She had only read about the male s****l response in her health education classes in school but had never seen it happen, especially from just a few feet away. Afterwards, her trainer went about her business, casually wiping the man’s semen from her hands and throwing the soiled towel in the laundry bin. The intimate act between them was forgotten the moment after it occurred. Ju-Won left the room with her trainer while the man dressed.

Ju-Won wondered about the masseuse and wanted to know how long she’d been at Lucky Flower and whether she’d been tricked into working there like her, but was too afraid to ask the young woman such personal questions. Ju-Won thought her trainer was very pretty, but seemed hardened by life with lines beginning to be etched into her face.

If I stay here, I’ll be just like her.

On the way back to the lobby, the trainer finally spoke to Ju-Won.

“What’s your name, honey?”

“Ju-Won.”

“You ever work in a massage parlor?”

Ju-Won shook her head no.

“Mamasan charge $60 an hour for room, $40 for half hour. Other parlors charge more, but Mamasan wants customers, so she charges less. If client is cheap, he gives $20 for rub and tug, but $40 is fair price. $80 is for sucking, but only with condom. Ask for $80, they usually give $60. They want you to swallow without a condom for $80, do not let them. Always use condom, never swallow. You should charge at least $100 for full service, but ask for $150, then bargain down price.”

“What is full service?” Ju-Won asked.

“Sucking and f*****g. Remember most important thing. Protect yourself. Always use condom with full service, no matter what they pay. Most times they just want hand-job for $20. They all cheap in this town,” she says. “Never take less than $20 and don’t ever let them kiss you.”

Ju-Won nodded, shocked by her harsh words.

“Don’t worry. You’re new. You will learn.”

After dispensing her advice, the trainer handed over her tip money to Mamasan, sat back down on the couch and picked up a magazine as if nothing had happened. Ju-Won took her place next to Mamasan at the front counter. A moment later the client walked through the lobby and exited the parlor without a word. The TV on the wall droned on, selling product after product that promised an easier and happier life in America. Everyone stared up at the TV screen or down at the old magazines.