Last night over pink Champagne, one of my regulars Mark told an exciting story about an erotic massage experience he had in La Jolla in August. Mark tells great stories, and I doubt I can relay it as well, but here goes.
Mark was staying in La Jolla and looking for hotel outcall in San Diego. When in San Diego, he stays at the ultra-modern Omni, but when in La Jolla he likes the La Jolla Marriott.
In this case, he sought out an asian outcall massage. he had no luck. There is little by way of erotic massage in San Diego, and that is clustered around Escondido (a good ride from La Jolla or San Diego).
So Mark gives up and goes for sushi, and calls me on the cell phone. One time many years ago, he and I went to eat Chinese at a Chinese restaurant in New Jersey. Upon entering, we were greeted by a Chinese girl who looked about 19 years old, in tight miniskirt, flouncy mid-drift blouse, and a lollypop in her mouth. By my recollection, she had ponytails, but he swears I am just exaggerating the memory. Anyway, once we sit down he comments on how "doable" the hostess appeared to him. So of course I challenged him to hit on her, and he approached her like he approaches asian massage parlor workers.
To make a long story shorter, she was giddy and receptive and he left with her, and learned what "fire and ice" is. And told me all about it. So now in La Jolla, when he visits the sushi place, he's really looking for a young asian hostess. Follow me so far?
"I'm looking for Fire and Ice," he whispers to her as he maneuvers into his seat, while she is leaning over the table placing a menu. The glance she gave back was telling, Mark says. Her eyes revealed her lack of innocense, with suddenly dialating pupils, and a following sideways head tilt and smile.
She gave him the specials, and according to Mark he was sure he had found a treasure. "When you are done, you call me, ok" she said. Now when did a hostess ever remind you not to leave without saying goodbye? Mark was right.. this was worth pursuing.
So anyway according to Mark, after his very quick single seating of sushi, he called her over and suggested that she was required to tell him where he could find some Fire and Ice, since he was traveling on business, alone in San Diego, and because he simply loved the company of asian women. He said he knew from her face that she understood his interest, and he really liked to see that in her beautiful smile. Now he wanted her to tell him more, tell him some secrets - tell him where he could find that sort of fun in San Diego - he promised not to tell anyone else!
She asked him where he was staying, and said she wasn't allowed to go out. She said she had to drive with the owner, and sorry.... can't help him. But then she asked if he had a cell phone number! Of course he gave her the number... and then told her he would wait outside in his car, a white Ford Taurus, for the next two hours so if she had any time free she could come outside and visit with him in the car, have a smoke. He told her he had nothing to do, he liked her very much, and would wait for her.
He waited, and she came out after 20 minutes. She laughed, chatted 2 seconds, told him to go away, it will be too long, and then went back inside because she didn't want to get into trouble with her boss. He said he'd wait, and he was ok waiting for her.
She came out again 30 minutes later, and told him to move the car to the side. She left. He moved. She returned 5 minutes later and got into the car. She was all giddy, and wanted a smoke. She asked him why he didn't go to a massage parlor. "They don't have any ice there," he said with a smile. She said "but they have lot of fire", and she laughed and covered her toothy smile with her hand as she laughed. She asked him if he had money for a massage parlor. He said of course he did, but he would rather give spend it on a nice time out with her. "No,", she told him. "I don't go out, and you just travel. Where from?" He told her he was from New York, and she knew Manhattan. "Pretty girls in Manhattan", she said.
"Yes", he said, "but not for me. I like pretty asian girls in Flushing".
"Manhattan girls expensive", she reminded him.
"Yes, but I can pay" he said. "I like fire and ice from asian girl".
She looked him in the eyes, paused for a moment, and then said "show me how much you pay and I tell you".
He handed her a crip new one hundred dollar bill. "I have more, but I like Fire and Ice, and I like you", he told the excited young lady. She tooked the bill and left the car. He waited.
She returned just a minute later with a small baggie containing ice cubes and a large glass goblet, and handed them to him through the open window. "This is ice, and I give you fire", she said more energetically than nervously, although he sensed she was a bit anxious about being right outside the restaurant. According to Mark, he now saw an older, wiser and more experienced asian woman behind the girlish face. It excited him in the way asian massage parlor workers excite him. Even if everything stopped at that point, he had achieved a thrill worthy of his hundred bucks, and sufficient to keep him smiling on his flight home from San Diego the next day. But he knew the night's fun wasn't over.
"Wait over there" she said, pointing him towards the opposite parking lot, where there were fewer cars and lower lights. "I come out" she said. She left him holding the bag - of ice, that is.
Not 5 minutes later this petite young asian skipped out of the restaurant and across the lot to his car, with a fast pace and curvy saunter unmistakable for anything but a hot 30 year old asian female. Mark was excited, happy, and thrilled as she got into his car once again.
"I never do this", she said, as she unzipped his pants. "But I know from my friend".
Yeah, sure, Mark thought, as he endured the next 7 minutes of heaven like he had never enjoyed a casual encounter with a woman ever before.
Fire is a hot warm mouth bringing friction, fast and deliberate. Ice is a sudden change to an ice-cube-filled, loose and vacuous oral chamber, under pause from movement until the fire is gone and the rafters are soft, laying helpless amidst melting ice cubes.
After a roll or two of cubes around the tongue, the goblet chinks as the ice is spit out. Within seconds the return of lively friction raises the rafters, bringing back the sensation of hot fire and hard, burning wood. As the fire rages into a storm of intensity and engulfing heat, the ice suddenly dowses the flames suddenly and with a pain that is more reactive than distressing. A sudden shock of cold and wet encircles him and leaks downwards, tickling the rest of him as it trickles. Again the the goblet chinks as the ice is expelled and her cold lips warm rapidly as the blood rushes in and the fire is resurrected.
Fire and ice, fire and ice, and fire and ..... the goblet serves a final, very useful purpose as repository, as his last drops of fuel and consumed. Eventually the remaining rounded ice cubes become a playful treat for the young asian woman, as she smiles with her satisfaction over her deed, her earnings, and his obvious enjoyment of her talents.
"You like fire" she said garbled, with an ice cube in her mouth, and her hand covering her face as if to shield any view of her bright teeth.
"I can sleep well now", Mark tells her, and fixes his pants. "Thank you very much".
"I go back to work now", she says, with a look that seemed to ask permission from him. "Of course, and thank you for sharing your secret" he told her. She leaned over and kissed his lips lightly, and as she started to lean her fragile torso back towards the door, she paused and stared into his eyes. Not knowing quite what she was thinking, he leaned to her, and touched her closed lips with the tip of his tongue to part them, and accepted ice from her mouth into his.
"Wow... you are fire, and you give me ice", Mark said garbled, and with a laugh. "Wow".
She laughed. "You keep" she said of the goblet as she moved out of the car and left hurredly. He drove back to his hotel, and told me his story. He says he kept the goblet, and drinks from it when he wants to remember fondly his adventures in San Diego.
Fire and Ice. Mark will never forget his visit to San Diego, and will forever continue to hit on young Chinese hostesses. I can't say I blame him!
