Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Tales From the Massage Table

You guys would be proud of me. I actually dusted off my old massage table and busted it out of my mom's basement. I was surprised - it's still in pretty good shape considering how long it's been retired.

I needed it for 2 reasons. First, I actually got an appointment for a legit therapeutic massage. Friend of Derek's mom. Second, I'm trying to move away from the the bedtop massage. And this leads me to 2 funny stories.

Derek's mom's friend was a pity appointment. I knew it, but I didn't mind. I figured it was a good chance to practice some of my therapy techniques, break in the old table, and who knows - it could lead to more legit business if she spreads the word to her friends. And at this point in my career, business is business.

"Alice" was in her 60's. A rather large woman who was no stranger to massage, so she knew exactly what she wanted. She came across as a little bossy, which annoyed me a bit because she knew she was getting this session at a bargain rate.

And no - I didn't take my top off out of habit.

But we did start talking about the local massage scene. She even mentioned a few girls I went to school with. And it was when I had been lulled into a false sense of security that she asked if I used to work at The Business.

"Yeah... I left that place a while ago and... uh..." Oh shit. Busted. Fucked. Cat out of the bag.

Alice laughed. "That's OK dear. I won't tell anyone." Not only did she know about The Business, but personally knew a couple of our clients, and even knew Audrey in a friend-of-a-friend kinda way. Small world.

Now Alice was my first use of the un-retired massage table. "Andy" was my first non-therapeutic use. I was worried at first about how he would react, but I had made up my mind and knew I had to start somewhere and it may as well be with him. At first he was a little ticked when I showed up at his place lugging that thing up the steps, but he calmed down when he realized he was still getting a happy ending.

We did a standard 1 hour nude session, and I had almost forgotten what a joy it was to work with a table that was at the PERFECT height. No more fatigue in the arms from over-reaching, or cramps in the legs from kneeling on soft mattresses. And no more problems with leverage when applying pressure to certain massage points. This table was MEANT for massage.

But not meant for breast releases. And Andy wanted to finish with one. I really wanted to keep him on the table, so I had him stay on his back and I would lean over him. And like I said, the table was the perfect height for a massage done at arms length, not for leaning over and wrapping your tits around an erection.

But I tried - and boy was it awkward. I couldn't get the angle right without my calves cramping up, so his breast release turned into more of a hand release inside my cleavage. Andy wasn't complaining, so I just did the switch and stopped pretending. When he began to cum, I tried to angle his cock so it was pointing at my right breast. I was not expecting a violent ejaculation, so when he basically exploded in between my breasts, I turned my head to avoid the splash. When the gush (for lack of a better word) ended, I had semen on both tits AND both arms.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized there was nothing on my face or neck. I cleaned up quickly and thanked Andy for being a good sport about me springing the massage table on him. He actually said he enjoyed it because the massage was better. Hmmmm... Maybe this will work out after all.

I left Andy's place and went straight to Derek's. We were going to a movie and I wasn't going to have time to head home and shower. I cleaned myself up pretty good, so I didn't give it much thought as I walked in and kissed Derek hello.

He gave me a funny look and said "So... is there something you want to tell me?"

I didn't know what he was getting at, but almost instinctively, I reached up to my hair with my right hand. It was a giant gooey mess. I'm talking "There's something about Mary" gooey.

So what do you do when you're standing in front of your boyfriend with your hand coated in another man's jizz dripping from your hair? You give him your biggest smile and say "Ohhhhhhhh - that must be popsicle from Terry's kids. I stopped by just before I came here and one of them must have stuck his popsicle in my hair." Then you make a beeline for the bathroom and pray he has no curiosity about the flavor of the "popsicle" you're about to scrub off.

Now I can't wait to see what my 3rd session will bring me with that damn table.

CJ

25 comments:

Anonymous said...

You've got the table... I sure prefer them too as a client.
What about a plastic kitchen stool from Walmart? I have one that would fit upside down into a gym bag, and then the rest of your stuff goes in... (oil, soap, candle, sheet for table, etc.)

Anonymous said...

so glad you are back to the great stories and I hope at some point you will let us in on what was behind you leaving The Business.

Anonymous said...

Very good job of thinking on your feet. :) It is good to "hear" the return of the upbeat in yourself. -Mondo

MrMike (MrMikelobe1952@hotmail.com) said...

Excellent post.
It sounds like you are feeling a little better about yourself. Glad to hear that.
Mike

Melissa Blade said...

Glad to hear you are back. Good choice with the table! I wouldn't use anything else.

Steph J said...

You had a table this whole time?!?!

I'm glad you're using it, and I'm glad you sound more comfortable with what you're doing! The table will definitely help setting boundaries.

Good job :)

Anonymous said...

why did you leave the business

Anonymous said...

Kudos on the Table...and even more kudos on the creativity. Quick thinking girl!

John Smith said...

Have you considered advertising on backpage.com or the likes to get more business?

Anonymous said...

A popsicle! I love it! Way to think on your feet!

Mr. D said...

I find it interesting that you have all these stories and perceptions about "customers." You write about them and how you have to manage them and their inappropriate advances. Yet, when you do the same thing, you cannot see it.

You have moved from MP girl to 'in-call' girl which changes the game. Those of us that have patronized MPs do so for our safety and because we know what we get for what we pay for.

Once you start in-call, well, there are no more MP rules (for EITHER of us). We expect to get more than we get at an MP. So that means lower cost, more service or an expanded menu. You make the choice or else we are going to fish. And from my perspective, there isn't a clear line between in-call nude massage and full service. You are in my home, naked and stroking my cock, why do you expect?

If you want the assumed boundaries that come with (most) MPs, then you have to open a business. If you want to continue dodging advances that make you feel "guilty" and "dirty", then don't do nude massage at all. Just stay clothed and GET OFF THE BED (sounds like you have the table now). We all think that once we are on the bed (esp with your tits hanging out), the menu contains at least oral if not FS.

Also, I am paying for a service and I want to get what I don't get at home. You are NOT doing me any favors when I pay you. Keep that in mind. Its business.

I do REALLY enjoy your blog as it gives me an insight into being an MP girl, thanks for taking the time and opening up on this blog. Keep up the good work!

Liliana Foxx said...

How funny! You and I are somewhat similar :) Maybe I should try the HE aspect of our trade and you can try the Virtual aspect...LOL

Love your blog!

Lily Foxx
Kisses

Anonymous said...

derek isnt stupid

Anonymous said...

Yea. Guys know what cum in hair looks like. I wouldn't have believed the Popsicle story. I hope he did though. Be more careful next time.

John Smith said...

Poor not pour. It is, "You're not exploiting..." And, "...they're exploiting you..." Please get a decent education first. If you can't afford one, go to a public school. It's better than nothing.

Anonymous said...

I may hav made grammar mistakes but at least I'm not a prostitute making money- wiping some random guys cum out of my hair. As I said, the only people who defend this whore are mongers or hookers. And as far as education, I'm a law school grad as of last year and working for a firm very well known in my area. When you use mobile devices any spelling mistake could be corrected with the wrong word if your not paying attention. Which I wasn't, that isn't a sign of lacking Intelligence, thats a sign of going way too fast. Let me guess your one of the men that a women hasn't looked at in 10 years and your only way to satisfy your sexual needs is to pay a women to act like she's enjoying you. I also bet you are a POOR partner and haven't satisfied a women ever in your life. Good luck loser!! LMAO!!

John Smith said...

My condolences to your clients.

John Smith said...

You're no lawyer. They have better things to do than bash people on the internet. I think your break is almost over, those burgers don't flip themselves.

On an aside, you do sound sexually frustrated. Maybe you should consider paying for it. At minimum wage, you can probably get laid once a year. It's better than nothing. :)

Anonymous said...

Question: I visited a spa last week and everything went off without a hitch...so to speak...I did notice a sheer outfit on a hanger with a little clear zipper purse beside it...was I supposed to leave the gratuity in the purse to get her in that skimpy outfit?? This was my first time so not sure about that stuff....

Anonymous said...

Wow lotta hater here thats too bad. I don't agree with Mr D if guys know what your services entail they know what they entail. Sometimes a nice massage and a stroke, especially if you get a nice tittyfuck is what a guy wants. If the massage is bad it feels like a waste of time like lets get to the point but if its good its really worth it the hand release isn't the main point its just that guys have a hard time getting intimately massaged like that from a beautiful woman without getting a little worked up. I bet that's why he came so powerfully cuz of the massage

deewo said...

Umm... Nice quick come back on that Popsicle thing, But... I think Derek already have a good idea that it was not popsicle on your hair... it's the way he said "umm is there something you want to tell me?" it meant that he was asking why you had jizz on you hair. If he really had no idea what it was he would have said " hey what's that on your hair?" and he would have said it lightly.

I'm a guy... so I know the difference between asking about something that I had no Idea of, and asking something Ii already suspect.

Anonymous said...

Love your blog, particularly this post. Don't listen to all the haters, there's nothing wrong with happy endings. I was once engaged to a Korean girl who was a provider. Honesty is the best policy, it worked great us specially since I'm into sharing and even a bit of a cuckold. There was time I was also her driver

Anonymous said...

Love your blog, particularly this post. Don't listen to all the haters, there's nothing wrong with happy endings. I was once engaged to a Korean girl who was a provider. Honesty is the best policy, it worked great us specially since I'm into sharing and even a bit of a cuckold. There was time I was also her driver

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