I went to Empire at about 8:00 on a Friday evening. I was a little worried about encountering a crowd, but if there was one I beat it by coming at that early-ish hour. The building looked cramped and a little seedy. I rang the buzzer and was immediately buzzed in and greeted by a middle-aged lady with a big, friendly smile. She asked if I’d like a massage and led me through the cramped hallway past the small area where five or six young women were sitting on a sofa. They all made eye contact and smiled or quietly said hello. One was feverishly putting on her makeup, either just coming to work for the evening, or, I wondered, touching it up after it had been smeared in a scenario that I enjoyed imagining. Attractive ladies, but no incredible knock-outs oozing sex appeal, I would say. The lady showed me to a room and said that a girl would be with me in a moment. I quickly said, wait a minute, could I please indicate which girl I would like? and she said, “Oh! You want to choose?” like this was some kind of unusual request. But this was not any problem at all. We just walked the four or five steps back to the girls and I chose a slender, ivory-skinned, long-legged girl, rather tall and not voluptuous, with shoulder-length hair. (I’d spotted her on the way in.) She was wearing a short dress but was not made up like a whore. She acted absolutely delighted that I chose her and walked with me back down the hall, introducing herself as “Mimi.” After a rather dingy shower I went back into the room, which was appointed with a narrow bed and not much else. “Mimi” appeared shortly, and we began to talk. She was friendly and quite chatty. She gives a pretty strong massage, too, partially with her feet as she stood on my back. She said that she was 26 and from Hong Kong, as were the other girls at this place. Somewhere in our conversation I asked if I could massage her, and she thought that was pretty cool, so we switched places. Later, after she was massaging my back again, her hands began inevitably to wander down my loins, and she caressed my ass and stuff. She bent down to my ear and, whispering, asked if there was anything more I wanted from her. I was only interested in a HJ, so through pantomime we established that she would remove her dress and massage my awakening buddy. A very fast negotiation got her $90, less than she first indicated to me, but perhaps ten or twenty dollars more than I could have gotten away with. After I came, she sat close and wanted to talk some more, wanted to know about my love life, which was kind of odd but I didn’t mind. After awhile she massaged my back a good ten more minutes, which felt great. As I was getting ready to leave, she told me that as of the next day, her name would be “Kathy,” simply because she liked that better. She walked me to the door and gave me a big hug and a kiss before I walked out. I never saw another man while I was there. I thought she was just fine, and I would go back to her if I was in the area again.