It was one of those days when nothing seemed to go right. I had been laid off from my job, and my relationship with my girlfriend was on the rocks.
On top of that, I was suffering from a severe backache, so I decided to treat myself to a massage.
I had heard about a place that offered a “dirty massage,” and I thought that might be just what I needed.
I had no idea what to expect, but I figured it would be a nice break from the stress of my life.
When I got to the massage parlor, the attendant was a young woman who looked to be in her twenties. She led me to the back room and asked me to undress.
I nervously complied, and she proceeded to give me a massage.
At first, the massage was pleasant enough. But then, things started to get weird. The woman started talking to me in a hushed voice.
She asked me if I was married and then she started to comment on what she thought my body looked like. It felt really uncomfortable, and she popped the ‘golden’ question.
I went ahead with it and after the massage was finished, I got dressed and went to pay the woman.
That’s when I realized who she was: my friend’s wife. We had met a few times, when i bumped into my friend outside but did not really acknowledge each other before.
She also suddenly realised who I was and it became a little awkward.
I was embarrassed, and I told her that I didn’t want my friend to know what had happened. She assured me that she wouldn’t tell him, and also asked me not to tell my friend that she gave me a dirty massage.
Then she gave me a hug before I left.
I went home feeling relieved that nothing had gone wrong, but also embarrassed and ashamed. I had gone for a dirty massage, and I had ended up finding out that the masseuse was my friend’s wife.
I felt like I had betrayed my friend, even though I hadn’t done anything wrong.