The GIft Certificate

Paul is an 18-year-old virgin. His Uncle Rob intends to fix that by treating him to some fun with a gift certificate he has for a new massage parlor.

Part One

I, Paul Briggs, grew up in a Canadian suburban community of about 60,000 people. Based on new, liberal provincial laws that basically legalized sex work, the first erotic massage parlor opened in my city in 1999.

It was located in a strip mall near several factories. Its name was the Lifespring Spa, which made it sound like a place where middle-age women might go for beauty treatments. Of course, the clientele was 100 percent male; the only women who set foot in there were the employees.

Its presence generated quite a few letters to the editor in the local newspaper with the vast majority of the writers being opposed to it on moral grounds. Apparently, it was a money-making enterprise from Day One, so it wasn’t going to vanish anytime soon.

I was 18 years old in 1999. Whether or not my city had a business which was one small step beneath a full-fledged brothel was not even on my radar until my Uncle Rob got involved. Uncle Rob was a skilled carpenter, electrician and general jack-of-all-trades who could fix any machine, and make most anything if it could be fashioned out of wood. Uncle Rob was never short of customers because his professionalism and craftmanship were both superb. Moreover, his rates seemed to be quite reasonable. That made customers very happy and generous with bonuses and tips.

My mom died of leukemia in 1994 when I was 13 years old. This meant my father had been a widower for about five years. He worked in upper management at a factory that made automotive products. He was 51 years old in 1999 and was still at least a decade away from retirement. He liked his job—and only he seemed to be able to solve the company’s dilemmas, therefore he worked a lot of overtime. This meant I was left to my own devices. I became a mediocre cook, but I often relied on frozen dinners and premade lunches from the local supermarket for my main meals every day. For fun I hung out with Uncle Rob, who was my late mother’s younger brother. He was a happy bachelor.

Uncle Rob and I both followed sports closely, so he would often show up two or three nights a week to watch games with me as we had a much larger TV set than he did at his place. Uncle Rob was a bit of a character who liked raunchy jokes and stories probably more than the average guy. Whenever he heard a new one, I’d be the first person with whom he would share it.

One night he told me an amusing yarn about a big union supporter who wanted to go to a whorehouse as long as it was operated strictly according to union principles. He had trouble finding such an establishment, but he eventually did. However, when he tried to secure a romp with a beautiful 20-year-old hooker he saw seated nearby, he was told he would have to fuck a weather-worn 65-year-old prostitute instead because she had 45 years of seniority.

Uncle Rob was one of those people like Red Skelton who laughed at his own jokes, so we both had a chuckle about the union whorehouse story. When the laughter subsided, Uncle Rob got serious. He bluntly asked me a related question: “Have you ever had sex, Paul?”

I saw no reason to lie to him, so I said I hadn’t got past the kissing stage with any girl yet.

“You’re 18 now, right?” he asked and I nodded. “Maybe we should correct that.”

I was going to ask how that would be accomplished considering I had no steady girlfriend, when he pulled a white envelope out of his pocket. “I got this as a bonus from one of my clients today,” Uncle Rob informed me. The envelope bore the crest of the Lifespring Spa.

“Have you heard of this place?” he asked me. “It’s only been open for a couple of months.”

I nodded and said I knew about it from “all the publicity it was getting from people who were opposed to it.” I also added that I wasn’t exactly certain what kind of things went on inside a massage parlor—but I did have a reasonable guess. Somehow, I knew that Uncle Rob would know for sure—and he would be happy to tell me all about it.

“First of all,” he said, “the massage part is mostly bullshit. They have to go through the motions for legal reasons. Nobody’s prime reason for going there is because they have tired or cramped muscles. Men go there for sex acts of various kinds. It’s called a ‘spa’ so the place can stay open according to the new provincial laws. If it advertised itself as a brothel, it would be shut down immediately.”

That was pretty much what I expected. I responded with a sly grin, “And how do you know what goes on there?”

Uncle Rob smiled and philosophized, “Man cannot live on bread alone, Paul. Occasionally I go there for a bit of fun. Usually, I’m happy with having a naked girl lie on top of me while giving me a hand job. Every once in a while, I splurge and get the full treatment. I have no wife, but I still have to drain my balls as often as the next guy. I like to fuck a particular attendant at this spa. She’s a busty girl from the Philippines whose working name is Jade. When I ejaculate, I like to come on her tits. Come to think of it, I suspect Jade’s not a whole lot older than you are, Paul. I’d guess she’s about 19 or so.”

Uncle Rob’s story was surprisingly arousing to me, and I started to get a noticeable bulge in the front of my blue jeans. Uncle Rob noticed it. “I see your equipment is working fine, Paul. I didn’t realize I was such an effective storyteller.”

I smirked at that comment as my attention returned to the envelope. I asked what was in it.

“Paul, it’s a $200 gift certificate for Lifespring Spa. The last guy I worked for knew I was a semi-regular client there, so he gave me this instead of a cash bonus after I finished building two walls of bookshelves for him.”

I replied, “I never figured those places would offer gift certificates. I thought they were only for restaurants and department stores.”

“Well, obviously this spa does,” Uncle Rob said. “Here’s the proof!” He waved the certificate under my nose.

I could see where this conversation was leading—and the idea intrigued me—but I didn’t want to assume anything. “What are you going to do with it?" I asked.

“Paul, my buddy,” Uncle Rob began, “the question really is what are the two of us going to do with it. I figure it is my duty as an uncle to get you off the virgins’ roster—and I owe you a treat for all the drinks and snack food I consume here while watching sports on TV. There’s a business card inside the envelope. It has the manager’s phone number on it. I sort of know him because I’ve seen him at the spa a few times. Let’s find out what a $200 gift certificate will get us—and whether or not they can service an 18-year-old virgin.”

Uncle Rob picked up the telephone. Of course, I was closely listening to his end of the conversation. By chance, the manager was present and took the call. Uncle Rob said he was a regular customer who had been there six times since it opened. (He had obviously been keeping count!) “My preferred girl is Jade. Yeah, I’m that guy, ” he acknowledged. Uncle Rob explained he had a $200 gift certificate and an 18-year-old virgin nephew who desperately needed some worldly experience. He asked how much extra it would cost for both of us to get the spa’s “full service” treatment.

There was more than a slight pause before Uncle Rob said, “Really? You’d do that for us? Thanks. That’s perfect. Yes, we’ll be there in 90 minutes. Bye.”

Uncle Rob excitedly filled in the missing pieces. “Paul, this is our lucky day,” he informed me. “We’re going to get a special deal for two reasons. The first one is because I’m a regular customer. The second reason is because a new employee with zero experience starts tonight. The gift certificate will get both of us the spa’s ‘full service.’”

I had to ask, “So what does ‘full service’ entail?”

Uncle Rob said, “Pretty much everything—including fucking. But there are a couple of catches as well. First, for legal reasons, you have to claim you are 19. Mr. Antonelli, the manager, told me no one will check your ID to verify that, however. Second, when you are being serviced, one of the more experienced girls named Mimi will be in the same room with you and the new employee. In effect, she’ll be there to coach both of you. Are you okay with both of those conditions?”

“Yeah!” I said enthusiastically.

“Okay! Great!”” Uncle Rob chimed in. “They are expecting us in 90 minutes when the girls have their shift change.”

“Is Jade working the next shift?” I asked.

“Yep! She certainly is, ” he confirmed. “My dick can hardly wait.”

“Thanks in advance for the treat. My penis is already stiff!” I told Uncle Rob.

“Geez, I don’t want you to come before we get there, Paul. That would be a waste.” He paused for a moment and gave me an odd instruction: “Think of the ugliest girl in your school wearing a suit of armor. No male can possibly lose his load with that thought running through his mind.”

It was truly a weird suggestion—but it worked. Sure enough, my penis became flaccid and stayed that way until we arrived at the spa.

Part Two

It was only about a 15-minute drive to the Lifespring Spa. Along the way, Uncle Rob told me a few dos and don’ts regarding massage parlor protocols. Basically, he suggested I should just relax and let the “coach” walk me and the new girl through everything.

We entered the spa through the back door. The manager, Mr. Antonelli, was there to warmly greet us. Uncle Rob gave him the gift certificate. “This is Paul, your 19-year-old nephew, right?” he asked with a wink.

I stood there silently until Uncle Rob elbowed me in the ribs. “Oh, yes indeed, sir. I’m 19,” I agreed and winked back at him.

We were told to have a seat. There was a bowl of candies on a nearby table, so I helped myself to a peppermint. About a minute later, three females entered the room. One was a fortyish woman who was dressed in civilian attire. I correctly assumed she was Mimi, the coach I was told about in advance. The other two women were dressed in slinky, black negligées so their undergarments were plainly visible. I had not anticipated that at all. One was an Asian girl who had to be Jade. She immediately led Uncle Rob down a hallway to a distant room before I could properly eyeball her. The other girl was even younger looking. She was a short blonde with a better than average figure. Mr. Antonelli identified her as “Roxie, our newest employee.” My flaccid penis suddenly woke up swiftly. She was quite the looker!

The coach indeed identified herself as Mimi, but my attention was totally focused on Roxie. Mimi was understanding. She said, “Paul, I can certainly understand why you’re distracted, but you need to pay attention before we all go into Room #4. You are a newcomer in every sense of the word. Roxie is starting her first shift at the spa, so she’s a newcomer, too. If both of you closely follow my instructions for the next hour, it will work out just great—especially for you, Paul. Okay?”

“Absolutely,” I said with enthusiasm while Roxie quietly nodded. Mimi led us to Room #4. I had trouble keeping my gait to a slow walk.

When we got to the room, Mimi said to Roxie, “What do you say to the client now?”

“Welcome to Lifespring Spa,” Roxie said as if she was an actress remembering lines from a script—which she truly was. “You can disrobe now. Lie face down on the mattress on the floor. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Roxie and Mimi both left the room.

I quickly yanked my clothes off and hung them neatly on the hooks on the wall. Classical music began to play softly from a speaker. I had a full erection which made lying face down on the mattress a little uncomfortable, but that was a minor issue. About two minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door. Roxie asked if she could enter. I said she could. She and Mimi both came through the door. Roxie shut it behind her.

Mimi told Roxie at this point most of the customers would have left a tip for extra services to be provided—but the gift certificate we used had covered her tip. She could collect it in cash at the end of her shift at 1 a.m. Mimi then said, “Okay, Roxie, let’s see how you please our customer.”

There was a mirror on the wall located about five feet from the top of the mattress, so I could see exactly what was happening. Roxie sexily removed her negligée and set it on a chair. She then undid her bra, which revealed her excellent breasts. They were firm and luscious. She made a point of cupping them with her hands to turn me on. That was unnecessary; I was already fully turned on. Then she stepped out of her panties. Her pussy was hairy. That didn’t bother me at all. “Good so far,” Mimi said to her.

Roxie took a bottle of scented massage oil from a shelf and kneeled down beside me. She squirted a glob onto my back. It was surprisingly cool. Mimi told her that in the future, she might want to squirt it into her hand and then rub it into the client’s back.

Roxie said “Okay,” and then proceeded to sexily rub my shoulders, back, legs and bum. It felt great. Then I saw her squirt oil on her chest. She laid on top of me and slid her breasts all the way from my bum to my neck. I loved it.

“Liking the service so far, Paul?” Mimi asked.

“Of course, ” I replied. “I think Roxie is excellent at this.” Roxie thanked me for the compliment and playfully squeezed one of my butt cheeks. She then said I could turn over so I was lying face up. I didn’t have to be asked twice.

I rolled over to expose my erect phallus. Roxie squirted another glob of oil directly on it and began to massage it. Wow! I now sported the hardest erection I‘d ever had in my life. She straddled me, took my shaft, and rubbed it against her hairy pussy. That felt terrific, too.

Mimi interrupted our fun, but only for a moment. “Roxie, you can see your client is getting very excited. You want to make his experience last—especially if he is a newcomer here—so remove your hands from his dick and slide your body against his. Paul, you are allowed to fondle Roxie’s tits. How does that sound?”

“Heavenly!” I exclaimed.

I sat up slightly and cupped both of Roxie’s lovely breasts simultaneously. “I’m not being too rough with them, am I?” I asked sincerely.

“No, you’re doing just fine, but thanks for asking,” Roxie replied. “I like it. You can also suck on my nipples, Paul, if you want to.”

I went right to work. I fondled and licked and sucked them to my heart’s content.

“Paul,” Mimi said in a motherly fashion, “I think you are getting too excited. You don’t want to come yet. You are getting the full treatment tonight. You get to fuck Roxie.” She instructed Roxie to get a condom and slide it on my erect phallus. She did—and what a feeling it was. “Roxie, pleasure our customer!”

Roxie mounted me and began riding my penis. I lasted about 40 seconds before firing my load into the condom. “Aw, man,” I said, thoroughly disappointed that I didn’t last considerably longer.

“You did alright, for a first-timer, ” Mimi told me. “Wouldn’t you agree, Roxie?”

“Sure, most guys come when I massage their dicks,” she assured me as she removed my condom and dropped it into a nearby wastebasket.

I noticed from the clock on the wall that only about 20 minutes had elapsed. Mimi was kind enough to say, “Usually, a session is over when the gentleman ejaculates, but this is a special learning occasion. You and Roxie can shower together and do whatever Roxie allows you to do for the next 40 minutes, okay?” Both Roxie and I said yes simultaneously which caused us both to chuckle. “I think my work here is done, ” Mimi stated. “You both did very well.” She then casually strolled out of the room.

Roxie took me by the hand and led me to the shower. It was clearly designed for more than one person. Showering with Roxie was nearly as much fun as fucking her. We lathered each other’s body with liquid soap from a squeeze bottle. She fondled my dick. I played with her sensational tits again. She instructed me to caress her pussy even to the point of placing my hand exactly where she wanted to be stimulated. My penis was fully erect again—and Roxie noticed it.

“Paul, you’re such a nice fellow, I’ll give you a hand job. Normally that would cost you extra, but this one is on the house.” This time I managed to last about two minutes before a rope of jism went flying towards Roxie’s navel.

“Did that feel good?” she asked. It was an utterly ridiculous question.

“Of course,” I said. “We’ll have to do this again sometime.”

We dried each other off with large fluffy towels which were piled on shelves next to the shower—which was also an erotic bonus for me. Then we both got dressed. Then curiosity got the better of me. “How old are you, Roxie?” I asked her.

“Officially I’m 19 when I’m here, but I’m really just 18, ” she replied with a little hesitation. Without being prompted she said, “I’m here for the money. This job pays way more than flipping burgers somewhere.” She kissed me gently on the cheek, reminded me where the exit was, and left the room.

When I got back to the lobby, Uncle Rob was waiting for me with a smile on his face. He had plenty of questions for me about my first time at such a place and my first sexual experience in general. I patiently answered them all as we walked to his car.

“Now I have a question for you?” I said to him.

Uncle Rob wrongly anticipated what it was going to be. “Jade was a terrific fuck, as usual. Was that your question, Paul?”

“No,” I said. “For my next birthday, how can I persuade my father to buy me a gift certificate to this place?"