"You Can't Leave Until You've Come", Trapped in Saigon's Red-Light District

In January-February 2025, I went on a trip with my mate to Clark and Manila in the Philippines, then straight to Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon) in Vietnam. When we travel together, our main focus is visiting brothels, with regular tourist attractions as secondary activities. For us, 2 shots a day is pretty standard. However, our first night in Ho Chi Minh City didn’t go as planned.

We took an afternoon flight from Manila to Ho Chi Minh City. Just before boarding, we visited a local brothel in Manila for our first fuck of the day. Believe it or not, that was our ninth in the Philippines. We arrived in Ho Chi Minh City in the evening, feeling tired and drained. At the hotel lobby, I turned to my friend and said, “It’s late, and I’m exhausted. Can we still visit a brothel tonight?” He stared at me, looking confused, and said, “Where do you think I booked our hotel?” I felt silly for asking; he had chosen a hotel just a five-minute walk from Saigon Japan Town, the city’s red-light district.

Just outside of Japan Town. The sign said in Japanese, "Proper Massage", which made it seem even more improper.

We quickly dropped off our luggage, grabbed snacks from a convenience store, and headed to Saigon Japan Town. Our first stop was Spa Linh Cherry, a place we’d researched. The masseuses wear traditional Vietnamese dresses called ao dai, which give an exotic vibe. Since the massage is just a front, don't expect it to be too professionally done. This shop is supposedly the best and the biggest one in the area, especially popular among Chinese tourists. When we arrived, we saw a group of Chinese tourists waiting outside on plastic chairs. My friend and I joked, “Are they seriously lining up to get laid?”

Spa Linh Cherry

But as we entered the store, we understood why people were waiting outside. There were very few girls available, and the ones present weren’t particularly attractive. It was Lunar New Year in Vietnam, and most of the working girls had returned to their hometowns for family celebrations. Not wanting to wait with the crowd, we explored deeper into Saigon Japan Town. Other smaller shops offered similar services, but there were far fewer girls than our research suggested.

Inside Saigon Japan Town

As we walked, some girls were sitting outside bars, actively trying to pull us into the bars they work at. They surrounded us, got a bit touchy, and invited us to drink with them. We did our homework and knew that any kind of sexual services was off the table, so we didn't go in. After wandering for a while, we entered a shop called Cherry SPA Bebe, where there seemed to be more girls available. The selection wasn’t impressive, but it was acceptable, and we were too tired to keep searching.

Cherry SPA Bebe

I chose a petite girl with long, straight hair who looked elegant with her hair down. She spoke no English but knew some Chinese. She led me upstairs to a massage room, and I swear we climbed at least four flights of stairs. The room wasn’t dirty, but the facilities looked old, and the dim lighting seemed more like poor maintenance than an intentional mood setting. As she helped me shower, she tied her hair back, and I realized she looked completely different than when she had her hair down, less like my type. But I already made the choice, so I had to be a man and continue with it.

Ao Dai, Vietnamese national garment.

I lay on the massage bed, and she gave me a mediocre massage. Then, in perfect Chinese, she said, “Do you want to have sex? It costs extra in tips.” Her pronunciation was flawless. I figured that phrase was probably the most-used Chinese sentence in the area. I agreed, and we got started.

She started by licking my nipples. For a small girl, she had a surprisingly long tongue, which felt quite sexy as it moved over me. Although I’d been turned off by her changed appearance, this got me interested again. And I was even looking forward to the BJ with her skillful tongue. But then it turned out to be as average as the massage.

Then she climbed on top in the cowgirl position. She moved for a while, but I felt little pleasure. We switched to missionary, but it didn’t get better. As I kept humping over and over, I started to feel the fatigue really come in, from the flight, and from the girl I already fucked during the day, and also from all the girls I already fucked in the Philippines in the last few days. My erection was starting to fade, and I admitted I wasn’t in the condition to continue. I told her, “Let’s stop. I’m tired.”

Normally, you'd think that that's music to any working girl's ears. It would be like being told to go home early with full pay by your boss. Instead, she said, “Okay, I’ll ride you!” She pushed me down and continued riding. My erection was only about 60% at that point, so she could keep going, but I felt no pleasure, only discomfort as she worked harder. I repeated, “It’s okay, let’s stop.” But she insisted, saying in Chinese, “You have to have sex!” I joked, “That'll cost you extra in tips!” She replied, “I’ll pay you, now have sex!” and kept going. If I weren’t so exhausted, it might have been a turn-on, but that night, it was just funny to me.

Finally, I got her to get off my dick. But still, she insisted on giving me a HJ. She kept licking my nipples with her snake tongue, while going really hard at my dick. At some point I felt some faint pleasure, but as she was getting obviously more and more frustrated that I wouldn't come, she started beating my meat even harder and harder. The pain overtook any pleasure, and I went completely soft. Only then did she stop, looking disappointed.

When I left the shop, my friend was waiting outside. I said, “You won’t believe this,” and shared the story. And he said, "Shit, that happened to me too!" We wondered if it was the shop’s policy that girls can’t let customers leave until they finish. I used to be really into femdom, and the thought of getting drained by a mistress would really turn me on. But since that night, I wouldn't dream of that anymore.

Just a side note, a couple of days later, on our last day in Vietnam, we returned to Saigon Japan Town before our flight. Lunar New Year was over, and we tried our luck at Spa Linh Cherry again. This time, there were no Chinese tourists waiting outside. At midday, there were over 30 girls to choose from. Now imagine the selection at peak night hours. The interior was stylish, with an elevator to the massage rooms and Vietnamese paintings on the walls. It was a much more comfortable setting. The girl I chose was pretty, though the massage was still average. Lesson learned: don't go to Vietnam during the Lunar New Year.

This time I came properly