There have been times in my life where I’ve felt like a whore.
And not the good kind where you get compensated with cash or gifts.
It’s one thing when you’re a tramp in your personal life because you feel as if you have some control. You can at least pretend that all those back seat blow jobs served some greater purpose.
To quote Julia Roberts “I say who and I say when…”.
When you are tricked into doing gross things, it’s a completely different story.
He was a massage client named Abu. I’m not sure how suspicion escaped me when he told me he was a polo player and needed work on his groin. Did I not notice that my Aunt Lillian looked more like a polo player than this guy?
He was a black man in his fifties with a huge gut but once in that treatment room, you tend to believe anything the client tells you because you have no reason to doubt them. You’re also on a kind of auto-pilot.
I was the 4th therapist to work on this guy in 4 days. He was coming in every day for either a 90 minute or a 3 hour massage. I heard chatter around the water cooler that there was something creepy about this guy, but his incredibly generous
cash tips seemed to either balance the scales for the other therapists, or they just aren’t as sensitive as I am. When a male client asks you to work on their groin, hips or abs, you better snap the fuck out of your ‘spa head’ & turn on your perv radar.
No, obviously not ALL men are perverts. Oh, who am I kidding, yes they are.
Not sure why I continued the massage after Abu sat up and started instructing me how to work on his nipples. Of course he did. He demonstrated with 2 fingers on each nipple in a circular motion. How is this a real person? Who seriously behaves like this and still likes themselves? I guess the same guy who also lies about being a polo player to get girls to touch his ‘naughty bits’ and then tries to get out of paying for all of his massage treatments.
How do you massage someone’s groin for 90 minutes? You pretend he’s a normal person & needs therapeutic care instead of the creepy douchebag he truly is.
I actually used this experience to attempt to overcome my fear of perverted male clients. For the record – It didn’t work.
After placing his leg in a ‘figure 4’ position to get full access to the area of concentration, I draped the sheet amazingly tight under his ass to prevent his junk from spilling out. I was initially confident & proud of my expert draping which sadly didn’t last long. Shortly after I began stripping his groin muscles, Abu, obviously dissatisfied with my attempts, decided to instruct me how he wanted it done. He took his own hand and began jiggling his inner thigh until the contents of his package had ‘oops’ fallen out onto the table. I aggressively took the sheet, scooped up his saggy parts & tucked them back in. Thank god that only happened again four additional times. What? Why would I continue? Are you seriously waiting for a good reason? If so, you will be sadly disappointed. I finished the massage but just began the process of hating myself in tremendous amounts.
My understanding as to why he tipped me $200 was simple…
I was the ninny who came the closest to finger fucking him.
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