I got back to the dorm from my Econ class around 6:00 pm and what do you know, my roommate was playing a computer game. I was going skiing the next day early in the morning and my skis were freshly waxed, sitting in REI waiting to be picked. Since REI closed around 7:00 pm, I decided to drop my backpack off at the dorm and run a quick errand (yes that is how you spell it) to REI then come back. As I was leaving my dorm room, my roommate asked where I was going and if he could come with. Being the nice guy that I am, I provided him with one of his first adventures (leaving the dorm) of the year. We drove for about ten minutes, then arrived at REI. I picked up my skis, paid for them, then got back into the car to head back to campus.
When we got back in the car, out of nowhere, my roommate asked me if I wanted to get a massage with him. He showed me an article in a newspaper of a massage place in Denver and then he told me that he would pay for both of us. I thought it was kind of weird that he would ask me that so I respectfully told him that I did not want to get a massage but if he still wanted to get a massage, he could call a taxi when we got back to campus and have the taxi bring him to the massage place.
We got back to campus after the short ten minute drive and we both went back up to the dorm room. Thirty or so minutes went by and I heard my roommate call a "massage" place. He conveniently found a "massage" person to come to the dorm room for him. Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary. Back in Minnesota my family had a masseuse come to our house once or twice a year, so I didn't really think having a masseuse come to a dorm room was extremely unusual.
My roommate planned it all out. The "masseuse" was going to come to the dorm later that night and it was going cost $160 for thirty minutes. My roommate gave the person the address of our dorm. He gave her the city, the state, but when the lady asked for the zip code, my roommate (his english is not perfect) did not understand what "zip code" meant, so he handed the phone to me to give them the zip code. I gave her the zip code but things didn't feel right, so I politely asked her to confirm that this was a massage place. She immediately responded by saying, "NO, THIS IS FULL SERVICE."
Full Service: A term usually used for a call girl who does more than just "escort" or "body rubs". It means they perform everything. Sex in all forms by a call girl is called "full service".
-Urbandictionary.com
HOLY SH!T!!!
I'm not exactly sure what I said to her after that, but I eventually told her that I would have to call her back after I talked to my roommate and then I hung up on her. (she was pissed)
I immediately asked my roommate about the person he just called and he basically told me that he wanted to hire a hooker. Apparently prostitutes are very common in China so he thought it would be cool to bring one to OUR dorm room. I axed the idea and that was the end of that.
About 3 hours later, at about 11:00pm, I was studying in my dorm room, when all of a sudden...KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK on the door. My roommate quickly jumped out of his bed to go open the door.
He opens the door and it is the HOOKER I was talking to on the phone!!! She walked into our dorm room wearing a puffy coat with animal fur on the hood. Not wanting anything to do with the situation, I grabbed my computer and ran. My roommate then proceeded to tell me that I could come back in 30 minutes.
I spent most of those 30 minutes in complete shock that my roommate hired a prostitute, but then I also started to wonder how in the HELL the prostitute made it to my dorm room (which is on the 8th floor or a large dorm building) and knocked on my door.
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