![]() He wasn’t unpleasant or aggressive in any way, and with him being a regular, I got the feeling this was his usual treatment. “Finish me off, would you please, love?” he said. I told the man I was done, and that I would leave him for a moment to get changed, but before I had a chance to leave, he rolled onto his back on the massage table, exposing an enormous erection. As I was finishing, things got weird Shutterstock I used medium pressure, as requested, and kept everything well above board. It was clear he was a regular because he called the receptionist by name. The client was a middle-aged man who was OK-looking, clean and polite. The girls all smiled and wished me luck, and I headed up the stairs to one of the treatment rooms.Įverything went just as it should throughout my first massage. It wasn’t long before I had my first call-up. I turned up the next day, changed into my uniform and met some of the other girls in the break room, where we’d all wait until we were called to a client. I’d be paid after each shift for each customer I massaged. She offered me a job on the spot and asked me if I could start tomorrow. “You’re exactly the type of therapist we need around here,” she said. Jenny said she liked my easygoing disposition and positive energy. The interview went well, and Jenny and I bonded over our shared love of horseback riding. But everything looked professional and clean, and the (admittedly all-female) workers all wore a fancy starched white uniform that made them look like nurses. ![]() I wasn’t a fool, and I knew that there were massage parlors and there were *wink* massage parlors, so I had my guard up a little when I first arrived. The manager Jenny* sounded lovely and warm over the phone, and I was thrilled when she invited me in for an interview the next day. Plus, the idea of great money and flexible hours sounded perfect to me so I gave them a call. I’d done a massage course during a vacation break and was always giving friends massages so I was confident I could do the job. “Professional massage therapist wanted,” said the ad. When I was in college, I – like many students – had a zest for life, a jam-packed social calendar and not a lot of money.ĭesperate for a bit of cash, I went through the job ads religiously and one day found something that looked extremely promising. ![]()
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