Back in college â€” this was the late â€™90s mind you â€” I had a friend who had a friend who who got a massage somewhere in Chinatown that ended with the masseur giving her an orgasm. I never met this girl or talked to her directly, but I accepted this story as truth because of its happy ending (har har), although, Iâ€™m fairly certain it was an urban legend. Someone wrote an expose about women who get happy ending massages on the regular.
So, I guess it happens, but more than 15 years later, Iâ€™ve gotten several massages in Chinatown and Iâ€™ve never had a hand go anywhere near my no-no parts. I once heard a man in the next massage stall grunting a little bit. But it just sounded like Iâ€™m Getting A Massage Grunting. Iâ€™ve never met anyone whoâ€™s actually had a happy ending massage or admitted to it. And I guess that even if they did, they might not want to brag about it because itâ€™s considered an act of prostitution in every state but Nevada. Good â€˜ol Nevada. But this story isnâ€™t about Nevada where masturbatory services flow like Franzia. Itâ€™s about China, and the fact that police there had no idea that happy endings were legal.