8 SM20 Lucky Spa (2009) 12-12-23 Sat D3 Midnight – Mike
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I scheduled an appointment at Lucky’s. I don’t recall which one of us had the idea. We have gone countless times and always have a great time. But honestly, it can be quite difficult to navigate all the clandestine moves one has to make to get in. But Lucky’s Spa is worth it. Because of who goes there and what goes on there, it is purposely discrete, contorted, and obtuse.
Lucky’s is very exclusive. You must be asked to join. Lucky’s is owned by Giovanni Lombardo, known for fine restaurants, fund-raising events, vacation resorts, and high-level hospitality and chauffeur training. Lucky’s is different from Gio’s other operations as it provides worldwide training programs for members who want to learn and practice erotic massage. Lucky’s has the best instructors on the globe for their Massage Training program with spectacular 5-star accommodations. It is all very secret and a complaint from any of the girls or drivers can mean expulsion or worse. Members are always on their best behavior. Lucky’s is a big deal for me and Ed. I am going to explain a bit more, so you appreciate how rewarding an experience this is for us.
When I want a training session, I text my ID number to the Lucky Spa Training Request with the zip code of where I am. An autoresponder provides an address and code to enter the front door at the warehouse and another code to open a locker. Once you go through the door, you are in the dressing lounge. After a participant or group enters the Dressing Lounge, the warehouse front door is locked until they exit to the pickup lounge. While inside the dressing area, the participant changes into White satin pajamas and a red velour robe with gold trim. Everything is nicely wrapped inside the locker along with some slippers, a phone, and a wallet. Participants may carry cash only to tip drivers and escorts in this special wallet; each person’s credit card is in Lucky’s system.
I hope you appreciate why this is an important ritual for me and Ed. Anyway, I placed the reservation for both Ed and me at Lucky’s after midnight. An Uber took us to this warehouse in an industrial park. We placed our belongings into a locker and waited for a car to pull up. We arrived at our destination a bit after midnight. We entered a showroom/garage with some beautiful classic sports cars: Alfa Romer, Astin Martin, and Ferrari. We had no idea where we were; the windows were blacked out.
Two lovely women named Claire and Amber met us and escorted us to a small empty bar and kept us company. These women were young and very athletic Asian girls. Pinay, I think. When they approached us, they handed us their contact card and gave us a long, deep, delicious kiss. Claire’s full lips tasted of vanilla and coconuts. Both girls wore tight compressed black shorts and a white diaphanous blouse, no bra. Their breasts were erect and perfect as God makes a young woman. After the girls greeted us, they did not talk with us for a few minutes as they feverishly texted making arrangements for another car to pick us up after the selection process.
And then Claire started touching me. It is always a nice experience for a man when their date’s hands get a bit naughty. I couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement as Claire’s delicate hands roamed over my body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. My dick was certainly responding. All I can say is that her touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine… and other parts of my body.
Claire sat me down. Once I was seated, Claire slid her hands up my pants leg and undid the fly of my zipper. A cool breeze met my cock as it was freed from its prison; a few seconds later it wrapped around the shaft and testicles as if caressing them in a tight hug.
While Claire was doing her magic unbuckling my pants, I couldn’t help but see a woman in a dark corner of the bar. It was apparent that the mysterious woman wasn’t alone. She had a guest under the table. I couldn’t make out her face, but I know a woman with passion. After several gasps, if you call those sounds gasps, she appeared to be having an intimate conversation with whoever was under the table. She looked familiar. As I looked over, Claire put my eyes and focus back on her by turning my head away from the woman to her eyes as she kissed me, or my happy appendage. It was surreal but I stupidly looked back to the corner. I immediately felt a burning stare as I detected that she was more than slightly annoyed with me. My penis became a shy turtle but then I heard Ed laugh a naughty laugh.
Ed and I exchanged glances, and everything changed in an instant. We then nodded in male tribal acquiescence and Ed showed off his million-dollar smile. I will always remember Ed’s face when he was approached by Amber that night and the moment, he looked over at me. He has had this look many times in the years that I have known him. Ed had a huge teethy smile on his face. I grabbed Claire and eagerly pulled her head back down to me. She had such a cute little smile and she giggled.
Ten minutes later, we took a break, and the girls went to the comfort room. When the girls returned, I asked for a gin gimlet and Ed got a beer. While we waited, we sipped our drinks. There was a small buffet with some tempting hors d’oeuvres. As I got up to go to the small buffet, we were offered massages; I declined because I knew that I would have a massage again later. I grabbed a crab cake, but Ed disappeared with Amber for a short time. I knew it was not for a massage.
At 1:30 a.m., the woman from the corner appeared. She was an older Asian woman, Ms. Huang. She came in an evening dress and bowed to all of us. As she held her arms out, I could see she had a little tummy, small enough to be sexy and remind you that she was hot in her prime. Ms. Huang winked at me but she was all business; she came for our wallets. Ed and I handed them to her and she bowed to us. The cash tip for the driver and our escort was expected to be in our wallet. I am not sure what happens if the tip is not there or not sufficient but I, sure as hell, never want to find out.
Regardless, Ms. Huang did not check, and no words were exchanged. Before she left the room, the girls bowed. Then a young, very tall muscular African male (whose name is Mobo but went by Mo) and a group of assassins stepped forward. I am not sure if they are assassins, but they looked the part. Anyway, the tall Afrikaan, you may have guessed that he was the guy under the table. The girls removed all their clothes and gave them to Mo.
Mo eyeballed them for a second before using a wand to check for hidden weapons. I have no idea where these girls could have kept a weapon, but my imagination started running wild. After waving his wand over them, Mo presented the girls with two black robes with pink trim. Then, the two girls took our hands, gently guiding us through a winding hallway and into La Managerie Foyer.
La Managerie Foyer is an interesting name for several reasons. First, it is misspelled, managerie and it is usually spelled ménagère. Secondly, Lucky’s La Managerie has an Asian theme, not French. And finally, a foyer is supposed to be in the front, not in the back. Anyway, the lights were low with soft traditional Chinese music in the background. There was a beautiful Chinese flower painting on one wall and a large highly erotic 2-meter-high painting of a nude Chinese woman holding a thin veil. In the background, soft traditional Chinese music played which I find quite hypnotic, if not intoxicating. But to tell the truth, I would probably never listen to this music otherwise. But I would not want it to be replaced by anything else.
Tonight, everything was lush and abundant. Attendants walked by with platters of champagne, oysters, lobster rolls, and Dim Sum. We sat at a sunken semi-circular table with plush velvet seats and high backs making a cute island in the middle of marble floors. We had a clear view of a large screen along with a dozen or so other tables. Our escorts motioned for us to prepare for the show. Ed felt himself sink into the cushions as he looked around like a puppy dog, tongue hanging out. We were only a couple of meters apart, separated by our companions who unintentionally blocked our view. We could also see other members being seated. There were quite a few women, mainly middle-aged I would say.
As I looked around, Claire came to me, took my clothes off, and put them into a marked bag. Then she thoroughly scanned me for electronic devices and dressed us in another spectacular outfit. It changes every time we go to these events and tonight, the pajamas were gold, and the robe was Black velour. Of course, Ed was visibly excited. He is perpetually aroused. Claire asked me the type of girl I was interested in for my training session: height, weight, age, gender, and anything else. After I finished answering all the questions, Ed moved to a place closer to me. While we waited, the girls talked to us, massaged our backs, and offered us Viagra and tea. Mike and I wanted Saki.
About 10 girls who were our trainers were presented on a big screen at our table one at a time. The girls were visible only by a camera; they all came to the camera wearing an evening dress. When they walked in, I could talk to any of them. They could ask me questions and tell me about themselves. Claire whispered to Ed and me about some of the trainers. Amber did not really talk except giggle and nod her head. We quickly had the names of those we wanted. I wanted Sunny, #42, and Ed had scheduled for Mary. Ed almost always goes with Mary, his partner. Ed and or Mary sometimes join me, later. I requested that we receive the same room for both of us.
When all the arrangements were complete about 10 minutes later, our guides led us to our Bently Grand Limo which whisked us away to where we would meet our trainer and spend the rest of the night. When we arrived, Claire led me by hand to the showers. Well, Claire was leading me by my cock. Ed and I were separated at this point, but Amber and Mary would be taking care of Ed. Soon, Sunny would meet me in my room.
Claire put on mitts and scrubbed my body gently. Afterward, I was patted dry and led to my room. I got another head and foot massage. I was feeling pretty good anticipating when the new girl would arrive. I was relaxed and looking forward to meeting Sunny. It was a bit after 3 a.m. when this beauty came into my room. I was visibly ready. Sunny made quite an entrance… So it was before the massage that made her so memorable.
Claire greeted Sunny with a sexy kiss. I just watched like a puppy, tongue out. Claire took her time getting Sunny out of her clothing, kissing her the entire time. I saw Claire looking over at me as her tongue was down Sunny’s throat. I was completely mesmerized by the beauty of these girls. I just stared at them, unable to move. Claire kissed Sunny for a long time before bringing me over to start licking around Sunny’s clit. Very soon, both the girls were playing with me too.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mike, Mary, and Amber in the corner. And then it was only Amber. The girls started to move around me and caressed me with their hands. I had never dreamed of a foursome. These women were gentle and affectionate, and the experience was erotic and sublime. As their touches grew more intimate, I felt a warmth radiating through our bodies. I felt Claire quiver, and I knew that she could feel the intensity of our desire rising with every touch.
After Claire, I still had the energy to make love to Sunny. It was like a dream. I remember being on top of Sunny and I saw a little tattoo behind her ear. Then the room started spinning.
*****
“Mike, can you hear me?”
“I was a bit dizzy. “Yes, Ed. Why are you here?”
“Your girl, Claire, came into our room and said you had passed out.”
“What time is it?”
“It is 3:30 in the morning. She said you finished your business and passed out inside Sunny… She was very graphic.”
All I could say was, “Hmm.”
“We will just wait here, and they are bringing your clothes.”
“I can’t remember anything. Well, except for the tattoo behind her ear. She had Condor that was so small… and detailed.”
“The only way you could have seen that is from behind.” Ed gave me a funny look and I smiled back.
Summary [S8]
Ikart, an investigative journalist, reports on the disappearance of two angels, revealing the High Court’s growing concern. After signing off, he is approached by Kisit, a rule-abiding angel seeking intel for Salina of AmerAsia Local 400. Skeptical of Salina’s motives, Ikart teases Kisit but shares details about Maria, a vanished angel, and her family, particularly her granddaughter Lakita, who holds celestial significance. Suspecting a deeper conspiracy beyond the Council’s claim that Lucifer is responsible, Ikart theorizes Gabriel may be fabricating a crisis to justify increased Guardian training. Refusing to fully trust Salina, he withholds key findings, leaving Kisit frustrated. As he heads to his next stakeout, Ikart remains determined to uncover the truth.
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List of Characters [C8]
Cristina Withers – A recent widow and mother of Maria, she is under angelic surveillance and prays daily for her family and granddaughter, Lakita.
Gabriel – A high-ranking angel suspected by Ikart of using the disappearances to push for increased Guardian training.
Hiwen – A missing guardian angel, believed to have been eliminated for knowing too much about the disappearances.
Ikart – An investigative journalist reporting on the disappearance of two angels. He conducts his own investigation, remains skeptical of the official narrative, and withholds key information from Kisit and Salina.
Kelel – A celestial figure, the supervisor of Kisit and Ikart, quoted by Kisit, emphasizing the importance of Guardians.
Kisit – A young, by-the-book angel who seeks information from Ikart for Salina. He wants to earn his GA wings and believes in the system.
Lakita – Cristina’s granddaughter, who appears to have celestial significance, trained in the shaman arts and is being closely monitored by angelic forces.
Lucifer – Blamed by the Angel Council for the disappearances, though Ikart doubts this explanation and suspects a deeper conspiracy.
Maria Withers – A guardian angel who mysteriously vanished after following her daily routine.
Salina – A figure in the AmerAsia Local 400, requesting information about the disappearances. Ikart distrusts her motives and believes she may be feeding into Council narratives.
Ziccona – Maria’s Guardian Angel, who provides details on Maria’s last known movements before her disappearance.
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