Massage therapy

Every Friday evening I used to go to my local Asian massage parlor. It was nothing derogatory just relaxation and a good rub down after a weeks work. One particular Friday that all changed.
When I arrived at the parlor I was greeted by the female owner, a sweet old lady with a kind smile. She explained that I had been double booked and apologized profusely. I told it was OK and not to worry about it. I was being polite, I really wanted a rub down as my back was full of knots. The old lady must have sensed my disappointment as she told me to wait and disappeared in the back. Moments later she returned all smiles. She told me of another parlor, she had rang ahead for me and given my name and what I usually got done. The old lady handed me a card with an address and directions. I jumped in a cab and set off.
Upon arriving at my destination I was surprised at how small and isolated this place was. In an industrial estate with not much happening around at all. I walked up to the door and knocked.
“Who is it?”
“Hi I’m Peter, I believe I have an appointment”
“Oh yes Ill buzz you in, come through to the back room”
The door buzzed and I entered. It was nice inside, clean smelling, decorated well. When I got into the back there was a beautiful girl waiting. She had the table ready, some gentle music playing and incense burning. I already felt relaxed.
“Hello sir and welcome”
“Thanks you”
“If you would like to undress and lie on the table I will return and we can begin”
She left the room and I stripped. I lay on the table and covered my ass with a towel. A couple of minutes later the therapist returned with oils and more towels.
“How are you tonight sir?” she asked.
“ I’m OK, little tight in the shoulders and back”
“We’ll work that right out for you sir”
“Please call me Peter”
“OK Peter, I’m Sunni”
“Pleased to meet you Sunni”
“OK lets begin”
She started by pouring the oil along my back, then she working it in.