Intrigued, I went and came. Location very bare-bones, smells like cigarette smoke. Sound of two people arguing from upstairs or next door. Amy - prettier and younger than I expected, though neither pretty nor young. $30 door fee, and a reasonably good massage for the price. I needed those knots worked out. Part-way through, as she's standing at my head working on my traps, I slide a hand up her skirt. Negotiations ensue. Another $30 -- shirt goes up, red bra comes off, skirt goes up and blue panties come down to her knees. Soft man-mades, totally unresponsive nipples. Finger her crack but don't try and penetrate her that way. Trimmed quim, gets damp and then wet with a little stimulation of her clit, so I slide a finger into her cunt up to the knuckle. Moans, probably fake, and soon after I paint the ceiling white. I immediately feel the flush of shame. If she were a civilian I wouldn't even be talking to her, and here I am paying her to jerk me off.
I dunno. The thrill of being dirty and disgusting means I'll probably go back, but not when I'm sober. Maybe I'll do a rectal exam on Ruby next time.