The day I was ‘molested’ by a woman
Posted on July 31st, 2009 by Lilian • Filed under: Life and rants
By now, you probably heard that I went to KL last weekend to attend some talk and went to some spa to do so.
Well, it is work and it is paying me. But this post is not about the work I am supposed to do or the spa where I went. This is about how I got molested by a woman. How for the first time in my entire life, I have to strip naked in front of another woman. How I was so awkward and clumsy with a sarong and I probably would have fallen off the massage table, and strangled to death by a sarong. Imagine the headlines…”Naked blogger strangled to death by sarong, found under massage table”
The only massage I ever had was one of those Thai massages by the beach at Patong, Pattaya, Phuket and Koh Samui. One doesn’t need to strip naked, you know? And it is done in broad daylight, with either a boyfriend or husband around. But this one different lah.
The spa is really cosy and plush. I am lucky to be in the room with someone who also have never gone for such massage. So, both of us, faced each of our wall and get down to wearing the sarong.
I went in to the room first and the nice,pretty, sexy Indonesian masseur told me to change to sarong. She went out, leaving me alone in the dark room with nice incense smell. I chased after her and whispered, “Tukar semua? Seluar juga?” She replied me, “ya…..panty jugak” OMG, then only I knew what I was in for…Die lah, mana mau lari…
I was then asked to lie face down on the massage table. They have a hole for the face to snuggle in lah. And jeng, jeng, jeng…the masseur came to me. She asked me, “Pertama kali?” I told her, “Ya…saya tak suka orang pegang saya….” (I mean to say I don’t like people touching me) And I laughed my stupid laugh, hoping to cabut lari.
But I was at her mercy. And she is gooooood…..Though so petite, her touch was really full of power and strength. Soon, the 30 minutes was over…and I wish it was longer.
Then, I got downstair and a guy (who is from the company that ‘hires’ me) asked, “So, you had one of those sensual massage?” I broke into laughter, “Nolah! Relaxing massage. Aiyerr…sensual? Give me a male masseur lah, then only can have sensual one.” Damn, I think I am turning lesbian.