Many years ago a friend of mine asked me if I wanted to try a spa. From the look on his face, I knew he wasn’t talking about Japanese onsen or beauty salon spas or therapeutic spas. He was married and he had this code of conduct where it was okay to flirt with other women but not okay to have sex with them. At that time, I thought a spa was a euphemism for massage parlor so I was bewildered when he offered to accompany him to a spa.
So yes, while there are legitimate “wellness” spas that offer legitimate massage with all the legitimate bells and whistles like aromatherapy and hot stones, there are also the spas—described as spakols—that offer “special” services, particular the “happy endings.”
It was only in the last one to two years did I hear the word spakol, which is a fusion of spa and jakol, the latter term being a localized word for masturbation. In a spakol, the happy endings are in the form of handjobs. There are no blowjobs, no sexual intercourse. Though I have experienced a few spa establishments that offer more than just the handjobs, these are not in the strict sense a spakol.
The typical procedure is for the customer to go in, select from a menu of services, which would typically be a massage with some extra service like steam bath or body scrub, and then you are escorted to a cubicle. Rarely is it a fully enclosed room. In many cases it is a room with a curtain as a door or an area separated by thin sheets of wood serving as dividers but with a door to give some semblance of privacy. Either way it isn’t easy to peek and see what’s happening inside the cubicle. Other details in a spakol differ from place to place. In some you are allowed to see and choose a therapist; in others, you are assigned a therapist. In some establishments, you can request for a therapist; in others, you can’t. There are spas wherein the therapist strips naked while there are spas where the therapist remains clothed. There are spas where the therapist joins you in the shower while in others they don’t. But they all provide a decent massage, ironically much better than establishments that claim are massage parlors, and they all provide the “extra” happy ending in the form of a handjob.
You start off with a shower. It’s not relaxing at all, for both you and the therapist, if you aren’t fresh and clean. Then we get the the rudimentary full body massage, usually with some scented oil (though I prefer the unscented variety) and then the therapist offers the “extra.” Some therapists are masters in the art of the tease. While performing the massage, which involves the usual kneading of muscles, they would lightly brush your genitals. It can be a shivering experience if you aren’t expecting it. If you are in the prone position (that is, chest down and back up), she would be massaging your inner thighs and then mildly, like the touch of a breeze, run her fingers along the crack of your buttocks, touching that soft skin between your testicles. If your penis is in the right position, she would tenderly graze its head with her fingertips. Then there is the dukut, where, while you are still in the prone position, she would reach between your legs, slide her hand underneath you, and slowly stroke your penis and cup your testicles, sometimes with one hand, sometimes alternative with the other hand. This would be repeated over and over again that my head would swim and by the time I would roll into the supine position, my manhood would be as attentive as a flag pole. The therapist would then bring me to fruition and I would spew either onto my abdomen or onto a towel. Because you have so much oil slathered on your body, you need another shower to wash off that slick greasy coat.
One of my more memorable spakol experiences had happened in Fusion Spa, located in Bayview Hotel along Roxas Boulevard. My favorite therapist then was Cheryl. Maybe in a future post I would recount my experiences with her. Suffice it to say that I miss the way she would nibble on my ear, whisper for me to roll over, and then lick my neck as I turned. Sadly she is no longer in Fusion and yes I have searched for her in other spas to no avail. The therapists have slightly diminished in quality at Fusion. I used to go there almost every week. Now I haven’t been there for months. Maybe I should visit it again to see if they still do that voodoo that they used to do so well.