A Nice Tuesday Evening

I was browsing tBAB after dinner when I saw Driver’s latest post. “Miss Rai is bringing her girls to my place tonight at 8:00. Please call me at [redacted] so I can get a headcount,” I called. I was given the address and was asked to bring eight large bags of chips. I was asked to arrive at 7:30.

I asked what Miss Rai’s girls did. “Massage. For good tips (minimum tip $140 or $200 total) on two consecutive visits, the third and subsequent visits would include the BBFS option for $160 total.”

I had already eaten, but the cost was trivial, and I had the time. Perhaps I would find another group of friendly young women.

I arrived at 7:25 with the chips. In a few minutes, another guy arrived with several 2-liter soft drink bottles. He was shortly followed by the bearer of several extra-large Togo’s sandwiches. Driver had the dips for the chips. Like the others, I nibbled, and at 8:00 ... nothing happened. Driver commented, “Miss Rai is often late. I hope her delay is not caused by the guy who insisted on Full Service. One of the other girls acted as if she were the boss lady and ‘suggested’ that “it would be better if we refunded all your money and you never came back.”

It was 8:20 before Miss Rai showed up with eight young women. They looked decent but not as hot as I would have expected. They all disappeared for almost 10 minutes while I relaxed on the sofa, nibbling corn chips. When they returned, they no longer looked like college coeds disappointed in their latest grades. They looked good. Short skirts had replaced their pants, and their frumpy blouses had been replaced by cleavage-enhancing thin blouses. Their ethnicities were mixed. Two ladies looked south-of-the-border Spanish. I recognized the ethnicity of one Chinese and two Thai ladies. The rest could have been locally bred and raised in California. Did I say they all looked good?

One of the Thai ladies introduced herself to me with, “I am Chimlin.”

“And I’m Mike. I like the way you say your name.”