The R2 Massage

After an extended vacation I returned to the City of Angeles to uncover new massage parlors dealing in shady business practices. I came across this eerie business while jogging one rainy December evening. I walked up to the glass door and discovered it was locked.
A Woman walked up to the door and greeted me through the vertical mail slot!
She asked me what I wanted and I replied, «massage.»
She unlocked the door and explained the menu. I requested a sixty minute massage for $ 30. Not bad I thought. That was until the masseuse grabbed me by the hand and escorted me through a dark corridor to the last room at the end of the hallway. I noticed an adjacent door with a «personnel only“sign on the front that was about 6 inches ajar. I went in for a closer look I could see the «feeding cages.»
Two Women in nylon stockings and garter belts waiting for the microwave to hit 0:00.
My masseuse quickly slammed and mentioned, «you shouldn’t be so nosy baby.»
She asked me to take all of my clothes off and lay on the table. As I waited for her to return I could hear chit chatter and tons of laughter amongst the girls. «Have fun with him» and «Don’t work too hard Linda.»
My masseuse «Linda» finally arrived and pulled the towel from my arse and went right into her 5 minutes of mediocre interrogation. The usual law enforcement garb. When she assured herself that I was not Five-​O she quickly asked me to turn over and asked how much I wanted to donate.
I played «Vincent Innocent» and replied, «you havent done anything worth donating.»
She was obviously not a certified massage therapist and mentioned that she was not a regular massause due to the staff getting the flu bug. Noticing I was not her typical client she offered to reimburse me if I was not completely satisfied. I agreed and gave her $ 5 for her time. Before exiting the business she speficied «no Unilocal please.» So here we are. Enjoy!