The Hostess-
I staked the place out, and saw how other guys were buzzed in. I laughed when I saw a Hasidic guy in full regalia get buzzed up. After seeing him, I got some confidence and I went and tried, and was buzzed up as well. The place was amazing. It was beyond what I imagined. A short portly middle-aged Korean woman let me in, and I could not understand a word she was saying. She sat me down, while speaking incessantly. The place was hopping on a Saturday night, it seemed like another world. It was dimly lit, with shaded lamps providing the majority of illumination. I was transfixed by what I saw around me. The air was stale with the acrid smell of cigarette smoke mixed with cheap perfume. It was like Grand Central station, people were milling about all over the place. Girls were in and out of the sitting room where I was, male customers came and went, and a set of older Korean men sat in a room, visible from where I was seated, drinking and were deep in conversation apparently oblivious to the goings on. The middle-aged lady came by and got my attention, and seemed to ask me what was wrong? It appeared that I was supposed to choose one of the ladies seated across from me on the sofa and I hadn’t. I guess due to my look of confusion she made the choice for me. The next thing I knew I was introduced to my hostess and taken to the back. The back had a locker area, shower room, and sauna.
Becoming Pop-
After experiencing the treatment offered in the back area, I was relishing this adventure, and was ready for whatever would come next. When my hostess got me to the room she requested the fee. I gave her what I was quoted over the phone. When she finished her massage, she requested a tip. I was taken aback, shocked, and very confused. I asked if there would be anything else offered besides the massage. Especially, since she had teased me to the point of near spillage quite a few times during the massage- I was fully aroused. She said yes, but that I needed to tip her first. I explained to her it was my first time, and that I didn’t know the procedure there, and didn’t have the requested tip for complete service. She looked at me incredulously at first, and then I guess finally believed me when I showed her my nearly empty wallet. ATMs were very new at the time, and luckily I had an account that gave me access to money through one. I told her to wait, that I would be right back with some cash. I remember her lowering the tip amount in the hopes I would have the amount on me, I guess I got sympathy points. I also remember the actual feeling of intercourse not being what I expected. I guess I had masturbated for such a long time I compared everything to it, and at first preferred the feeling I got from my hands. Apparently I took longer than she expected, and she left a little wet spot on the bed sheet. I thought she had peed during intercourse. But she looked flushed and quite pleased with the goings on, and told me all was fine that it was not urine. After we were finished she kept asking me if this was truly my first time, and kept saying I did very well. On the way out she even told some of the other girls, according to her she was telling them I was very strong and big in the saddle. In retrospect, I suspect she was telling them I deflowered him and it felt pretty good for a virgin.
I found the experience too expensive to repeat soon afterwards, so I resorted to the streets, before finally getting a girlfriend my senior year. I experienced the best sex of my life till this day with the girlfriend, but she was extremely emotionally unstable. It seems she stigmatized me for life as every woman I have ever been emotionally involved with has been quite off balance. That is why I have come to prefer commercial women; who are quite unbalanced themselves. The irony of this story is, that after trying all types of commercial sex services, I have now settled with the AMP experience as the one that is right for me.
Regards,
Pop