The Saigon Tease

It was a long, dim room
partitioned
with red plush couches
and a pale glimmer
from reticent lampshades
evenly spaced
on muted shades
of patterned wallpaper.

Lying prone
I patiently waited
soothed
by a barely audible sound
until a pretty girl
wearing shorts
approached with a bucket.

She placed each of my feet
in the warm, balmy water
to soak
then massaged each arm
her hand fluttering teasingly
over my private parts
while I daringly stroked
her nearby thigh.

She massaged the souls of my feet
calves and thighs
occasionally straying
towards the opening
of my underpants
to earn a tip
as a mandatory bonus
for services rendered.