My Longkang

I was summoned to town to meet my friends from Bintulu. All along the way from my house to their inn, I was pondering to myself where to bring them. Where to find the best kongpia ( local dough delicacy ) or kampua ( noodle dish )

Anyway finally there we were together after so many years.

Albert : Bengbeng, we are not really into touring Sibu. We are not tourists. It is like any other town in Sarawak We have been here before. We want you to take us to a good massage parlor. For the bones, you know? You understand? Not wanting to appear ignorant I looked around and spied a sign for a massage parlor just next to their inn.

Trying to appear as much a man of the world as I could, I lead them up two flights of stairs. They followed behind me, just like sheep waiting to be slaughtered. They didn’t quite know what to expect. To be honest, neither did I. Behind a glass door, was a very home-like setting. With a cheap, red sofa set and cheap imitation ritzy cotton curtains. Behind a counter sat a middle-aged matron. A perfect setting for an elderly spinster’s sitting room.

Madam : How can we help you Sirs? We have four fine young ladies on duty. You cannot choose of course as there are four of you. ( Touching my sleeves ) Just nice. If you had told us earlier, we would have gathered some more ready for you to choose. Very soon there will be more. We have sisters in China just waiting to come on over. The gentleman here are very nice. We like it here. ( Touching my forearm )They can understand us. The food is just like home. The men here are also very well behaved. ( cheeky smile lights up her face )

(Turning her back on us, she then hollered up a flight of stairs for the lazy ladies to come down to do their job if they wanted to be paid.)

Only RM50.00 sir. We guarantee you satisfaction. My friend asked in jest if we were not satisfied would we be able to get a refund. She laughed a naughty gay laugh and then cast a frosty withering glance reinforced with her two mm thick lipstick pout at him and said , NO!”

We were then lead off to four different rooms. There weren’t any doors. Just partitions with a flimsy floral curtain lending an air of intimacy. I saw an over-sized pair of cotton shorts hanging on a hook in the room. I asked her if I should change into those. She smiled and said no. Stripped to my boxers and waited for her ministrations.

She caused me a lot of pain initially. She was very strong. When I told her to lessen the pressure, she told me she wasn’t extending any pressure. “No pain, no gain,” I am here to earn a living. I provide a service to make you feel better. I don’t pretend to make you feel good but I am here to make sure you feel better and will come back to see me again.

You see, Bengbeng, I am good in what I do. I have come so far all the way from China to Sibu because I am good at this. Many of my regulars are from other massage parlors but once they have been through my hands, they keep coming back for more. Nothing naughty. Nothing dishonest. But their body knows the comfort they feel and ease from pains and aches after a day or two.

The din was terrific from the unit downstairs which also served as a pub. The walls were practically vibrating in tandem with the pub’s loudspeakers. It gave me a headache.

You know you are very fit. Not bad at all for a gentleman your age. Just like a young man. Your chest. Your biceps. You exercise. You are just beginning to get a paunch. But you seem to be unable to endure pain so well. You need this pain to ease your aches and pains. Just endure it for a few minutes more and you will feel better eventually. ( giggles )

All this time, I could hear the sounds of my friends’ being massaged, their idle chat and comforting sounds of hands on bodies. Intimacy. After all there were only floral curtain between us.

You can turn around now. It is time for me to do the front. For the first time, I looked at her closely. She was dressed very young. Slim, body-hugging-red singlet and white pair of shorts. Very fair of complexion as almost all ladies from China who come to Sibu are. But her face behind her make-up gave her away. She was at least fifty. She could possibly have passed as a younger lady in much, much dimmer lighting but how could she do a massage in total darkness?

A little of the magical spell she weaved with her healing hands disappeared at that instant. Like morning mist on leaves when the sun begins its daily ascent up the sky.

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