Friday, December 28, 2007

Just another day in the office...

I have so many stories, I don’t even know where to begin. But I guess I can start with an ordinary day. This is what I call a typical Thursday afternoon…

My three o’clock walks in. It’s "Tony" from Philly. He’s been here before, but I wouldn’t call him a regular. He has business up here in Easton, so he stops in once in a while. I booked him for a thirty minute session, then showed him to my room. I told him to get comfortable then left him alone so I could finish booking him in. We don’t keep track of names or anything (for obvious reasons), but Audrey (my boss) insists on keeping strict records of every customer and their time.

3:00 phone-in. 30 minutes.

Since there’s no one else here, I locked the front door and put up the “Back in … minutes” sign on the door. I quickly washed my hands and then went into session. Tony was lying naked on his stomach on the table. Since I hadn’t seen him recently I went over all the options: topless for $70, g-string for $90 and nude for $140. He took the g-string and then fumbled in his pants lying on the floor for the money. I took the cash without counting it (I never count the money in front of the customer) and put it on the shelf next to the aromatherapy candle.

I told him to relax and then asked if he wanted hot oil or baby powder. Most guys prefer oil. Now you can tell the guys with wives or girlfriends at home because they don’t want anything that smells, or is hard to clean up. That’s why we rarely bother with scented massage oils, unless a customer asks for it or brings it in themselves. Single guys don’t care what you use. Tony asks for oil. Now truckers won’t use oil unless you have a shower on site. It’s usually the first thing they ask about when they call the business for the first time.

Now Tony is kind of a boring guy and doesn’t say much, just the occasional “oooooo” or “ouch” when I crack something in his back. Since this is my last customer of the day before Trina (my cute but lazy co-worker) gets here, I rush the massage part a bit and after a few minutes of deep tissue tell him to roll over onto his back. I don’t feel too guilty about rushing it since he’s not talking anyway. Some guys just love to chat and will keep going on and on about their day, their family, their boss, their girlfriend, their job – whatever’s bugging them. But this guy was just lying there so that usually means they just want you to get to the Release.

Since he’s not a regular I feel obligated to give him the speech – “If there’s any part of your body that you would like massaged at this time, please indicate so by placing my hand there.” He takes my right hand and guides it to his semi-erect dick. I give it a quick squeeze and smile (they love that) then I grab the baby oil which has been warming up in the crock pot and lube up my hands. You never apply it directly to their cock. I learned that the hard way.

Now let me explain something at this point – I AM NOT FULL SERVICE. I don’t fuck guys. I don’t suck cock. I don’t let guys finger me. I don’t let anyone go down on me. I don’t even keep condoms in my room. I am also not a stripper! I don’t dance. I don’t do a striptease. I won’t even pose for a client. I am a licensed massage therapist certified by the State of Pennsylvania. I give therapeutic massages with the option of a hand release. So I do it naked – so what? If some guy wants to see my landing strip for $140, why not? But if he wants anything other than a hand job, he knows he can go to any of the other girls here.

I work the oil gently over his shaft while he stretches out flat on the table. I steal a glance at the clock… Damn, it’s only 3:30 – where the Hell’s Trina? Tony finally starts to become hard and I start working his cock with my right hand while massaging his thigh with my left. I realize I’m out of sandwich bread, so I need to hit the store before I go home. I was going to make sloppy joes for dinner, but that will depend on whether my boyfriend Mike is coming over tonight or not.

Tony’s breath finally starts to quicken. I move my left hand from his thigh and start to stroke his balls. He sighs loud and tenses a little bit on the table. Now when was the last time Mike actually cooked for me? We’ve been dating now for 4 months and it seems like ages since he last did anything romantic like that. I hope he’s bringing a movie. I better call him when I’m done here so I don’t have to make a stop at the movie store too. Anything but another kung fu flick.

“Ooooh baby yeah…” I finally hear. Almost forgot you were there Tony! I start working his shaft a little faster. “I like that… faster…” I add a little more speed and throw in an obligatory “You are soooo hard… you gonna come for me?” Some guys like it when you talk, some don’t. Some like to talk dirty, some want you to instead. I can usually read them and Tony is a bit too uptight for anything beyond the typical. I look at the clock again, but then I finally hear a noise outside – Trina is here. About time bitch. Hope you have that twenty you owe me. Not that I’m really mad at her or anything, it’s just that after borrowing $20 for gas, bumming cigarettes off me all day, and those drinks I spotted her on Saturday I get kinda sensitive about the money thing. She also promised me stories of her date last night. I hope she got laid because she needs it to calm the fuck down.

I’m really working Tony’s shaft now. I can always tell when a guy is about to cum – the cock gets really hard at the last second so you need to be paying attention. I can hear Tony breathing heavy, but it’s steady which is not what you want at this point. I can’t wait to ask Trina about last night, so I play my ace… “You wanna grab my ass?”

That worked. He quickly moves his left hand off the table and grabs my right butt cheek. He squeezes it a couple of time before I hear that louder moan, “Yeah that’s it… harder now… harder… that’s it…” I can tell with my right hand that it’s time, so I slow down and ease off so he doesn’t shoot his eye out. He stays pretty quiet as he shoots a couple of small streams of cum onto his belly. I continue to work his dick gently now as his breathing slows. Other girls usually walk away at this point and toss a towel at their client, but not me. I keep going for that extra minute, gently massaging them while their dick shrinks. THAT is one of my secrets for repeat customers. That and always cleaning them up afterwards. Guys seem to really appreciate that part.

I dab a fresh towel in the crock pots hot water, then towel Tony off. He seems a bit winded, but not surprising for a guy his age. He mutters a “Thank you” then slowly sits up. I wipe my hands off then start to put my clothes back on. Oddly enough, the guys don’t like to dress in front of you, so I always make a quick exit at this point and tell them I’ll see them outside. I close the door behind me and take a quick look around in case Trina is booking another customer. Rule #1: Customers should never see other customers - it’s just awkward. I don’t see her so I quickly run to the back room to say hi before I show Tony out.

And that’s just another day in the office. Any questions?

cj

21 comments:

Anonymous said...

take your shirt off

cj said...

You got $70? I work for tips, remember?

the Bastard said...

I really like the way you thread in the mundane thoughts about what's for dinner as you're working.

What an interesting situation! Great writing, I'm glad I stumbled in here.

Hi CJ!

ez cheese said...

Oh, well hello there. Just found you a few minutes ago and am happy to be here. Looking forward to the stories.

flexapleaser said...

I love your blog.

Cleaning the customer with a hot towel is much appreciated. Kleenex is no good and making me clean myself will guarantee that I go elsewhere.

Anonymous said...

The worst part of a handjob is having it end the moment I start to cum. I can't begin to tell you how much I appreciate the additional attention all the way through the orgasm to the complete end.

I would be a regular for life (twice monthly okay with you?) for that kind of "service".

My goal is to someday pass out during, and due to, an orgasm... it sounds like I'd have a pretty good chance of attaining that goal with your skills and care. Perhaps someday. ;-)

Shy said...

How do (you help) customers avoid seeing each other either before their session or after (especially if there is a common lobby)?

Anonymous said...

"I am a licensed massage therapist certified by the State of Pennsylvania. I give therapeutic massages with the option of a hand release."

lol! THANKS! I needed that... Kinda like a nurse with benefits, eh?

And Madoff was a businessman.

Anonymous said...

I'm not going to ask about your location, but I'm surprised by how high your rates are. Does Audrey, your boss, comparison-shop? Is this why you do your best to harrass and close down Asian places? Here in California, AMPs and LMPs (full service, to get a nude session) could cost half of what you charge. The "jack shacks" are even less.
And there is no constant talk about options and add-ons for this or that. If they don't want to be touched or take an article of clothing off, the providers will tell you, but if they satisfy a request, they don't come up with a surcharge.

A simple glance at Backpage, Cityvibe, or other listings, can easily net a nude FBSM with HE for $160, incall and from a LMT.

Food for thought...

Anonymous said...

I'm confused, she is only charging $140, so how is she overcharging? I get your point about surcharges tho.

MelissaBlade said...

Great writing! I love it, most guys think when girls in the sex industry are doing our work, we are getting turned on but really we're just thinking about what to make for dinner or what bills need to be paid.

Anonymous said...

you are just amazing CJ. i am in love. you should be writing books. you are great writer. hats off

Anonymous said...

Writing about how bored you are only results in boring writing. And $140 for a nude handjob?! A man can get laid for that much!

Anonymous said...

reading your blog reminds me of the secret diary of a call girl series, starring billy piper. love it and you are infact acually a good writer the way you put your words together is quite creative. But anyway i live in london and am thinking of renting a room and doing "happy ending" massages but am really scared it might flop and someone find out but i do really really need the money and have bin finding it IMPOSSIBLE to find work!
But i am going to go for it a repost a com if it works out although i am very nervous at the thought of doing it.

Jen the Webcam Flirt said...

Hey there,
I recently began writing a blog about my experiences with dating and finding love. It tends to be more about sex than anything else. ha.

Anyway, just stopping by to let you know that your blog has been really interesting to read. Visitors who may be interested in learning more about the secret world of phone sex operators are also welcome here.

Thanks for a good, well-rounded blog about this. Great job.

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Anonymous said...

Hey just curious. You've seen a lot of dicks I'm sure (duh lol) ever seen any impressive dicks? You know impressive like size, shape, length, etc? I guess the real question is what race (black, white, Asian, etc) in your years of experience have you seen with the most impressive dicks?

Anonymous said...

CJ: Very interesting blog and the insight you provide is eyeopening. I've been visiting a parlor for several years but no more than two or three times a year so the quality of the experience, especially the release, is paramount.I can still get a hand job at home, but that's not the point, it's the different hand of the masseuse lending her expertise that brings it together. I had different masseuse's over the years but now generally use just two older ladies who have never failed to give it a little extra every time like cleaning me up or fondling my balls. It's cheaper than a date, safer than an affair and my little secret.

Alan said...

Thanks for sharing all of this...

Question... in a legit massage therapy session, what should I tip?

Take a queue from another post of your, I tip the waitress 20% if she is good...

Should I do the same for the massage therapist?

Thanks... and I'll look for a massage parlor, it might be the icing on the cake, I need every once in a while.

A

VintageMayfair said...

Just wondering if 'anonymous' started a HE business from a room in London?

Sure would pay you a visit, I only go for HE massages!

Anonymous said...

I think you should not let mundane thoughts and distractions interfere with your work. Stay focused and in the moment so that your client will feel your presence.