Underground spa encounter with a shady masseur

After a hard day at work, nothing feels better than a relaxing massage. But when I walked into that underground spa, I had no idea what I was in for. The masseur was shady from the get-go, his hands slick with oil as he rubbed my back. I tried to ignore the strange feeling in my gut, but when he started to move lower, things took a weird turn. His hands were everywhere, massaging me in ways that made me feel both uncomfortable and aroused. As the massage continued, I couldn't help but wonder what was really going on. Was this guy just trying to get off on me? Or was there something more sinister at play? Either way, I knew I had to get out of there. But just as I was about to bolt, he reached around and started to jerk me off. I was caught off guard, my body reacting to his touch even as my mind screamed for me to get away. In the end, I let him finish, leaving with a strange mix of fear, arousal, and confusion.