Molested at a Massage Parlor...I think🤔

It all started well. Don’t get me wrong. I knew what I wanted when I saw the package and the different offers. I wanted the whole shabang! One of the reasons I chose the whole pack was because it was the one that lasts the longest. 1.5 hrs can you believe that.

I mean if am going to use a Zawadi pack I’ll use it to the fullest.

Perhaps a few steps back so that you know how I landed a 100$ Zawadi voucher.

I recently was let go of a position I held for 4.8years. Their loss right? I gave my all and they waited for rona to get rid of my natural black bum. Anywho, water under the bridge. One of the parting gifts was the Zawadi pack. The pack has a long-range of different things that one can opt for. From Rhumba, yoga training, Ziplining, salon, massage parlor, etc. that’s how I ended up resorting to being touched instead.

I had heard rumors of how prepared one needed to be and being sure of what was expected. I had no clue and decide to shower and take an Uber all the way to the designated place. The sky was blue, my moods were right. I knew I was going to get massaged no matter the plight. ( see what I just did there😉).

First I’m an open-minded person. Nobody agrees with that but what the kite... they don’t know me. When the sweet mid-forties lady excused herself so that I could strip and get under the cover, I was so excited about the level of respect that she showed. I did as she instructed no questions asked. I mean she knew what she was doing.

She opted for the facial first followed by the massage. I just nodded and went along with her merry plan of getting me relaxed and RELAXED.

Once she went for the full body massage the ambiance of the room turned south real quick. The shoulder rub made me drool 🤤 a bit cause my neck started getting straightened. The leg muscles started going back to their original places where the maker had intended them to be. And I was grateful to this lady with whom I only had a first-name basis relation.

When her hands started going up my legs and the sheets started being moved weirdly, that was when I got confused. How did our relationship move so far so fast? I got puzzled. Her touch stopped being respectful and started being “Professional”.

My inner voice was like “leave”. Just get up and go. But the 100$ Zawadi package kept flushing on my face saying ...bitch you better man up! I don’t know what’s worse, the fact that I felt uncomfortable but never said anything or the mere fact that I might have been molested at a massage parlor...I think.