Thursday, April 21, 2011

The Fan

I've calmed down a little since last week - partly because Sugar Daddy Pete never called Cindy and partly because I had a customer cheer me up. I know that being obsessed over one customer is stupid, especially one that I've only seen a few times. And it took a visit from one of my fans to help me see that.

Here at The Business, we usually refer to our youngest of customers as "fans." That's because the young guys have a tendency to totally crush on their masseuse. And it's usually a nice puppy-love, "I made you a mix CD" kind of crush as opposed to the Fatal Attraction, "I waited for you in the parking lot for 6 hours" kind.

Our theory is that when you're a young guy (we're talking early 20's), that first happy ending at the hands of a trained professional is their first exposure to women who don't play games. In other words, it's their first sexual experience that didn't involve flowers, dinner, alcohol, rambling emails about "feelings," or pretending to like Glee. And to top it off, there's no obligatory small talk afterwards or promises to "call ya later!"

It's EXACTLY how most guys like it. And when a young customer gets it for the first time - a "fan" is born.

has been a fan of mine for over a year. He goes to school in Jersey, but his folks are local so he has an excuse to stop by every now and then. He was here this past weekend and managed to swing by and say "hi." Maude wasn't there, so we had time to just hang out and catch up on several months worth of gossip.

You want to know how sweet this kid is? He brought me an Easter card for goodness sake. I mean, how nice is that? I would never have even thought of doing something like that except for my sisters kids.

I asked him if he wanted a session but he pleaded poverty and said he needed to head back to Jersey. Since I was really enjoying his company I offered him a therapeutic for the road if he agreed to pay the door fee.

Let me point out here that I collect the door fee to cover my ass. Even though I was by myself that afternoon, if Maude or anyone else were to walk in, they would find my session properly booked and the fee collected. Not booking appointments is one of the easiest ways to rip off your boss in a parlor, so Audrey has been known to fire girls on the spot for doing that shit.

Anyway, I told him to go get comfortable while I did the paperwork. He practically ran into the room, which I took as a compliment. When I joined him, he was already buck naked and lying on top of the table. Since this was a therapeutic, I only had to remove my hoodie before we got started.

This is when the conversation got interesting. He started to tell me about a girl he's interested in. But it's not that simple because she's from the west coast and why start something now before summer break?

Before I knew it, half an hour had already passed. But I really wanted to talk to someone about the Pete thing, so I told Chris to flip over. I started on his legs as I filled him in on the whole Pete saga. He actually paid attention and offered enough advice to make me feel better about my behavior over the whole mess. Apparently it took someone who was probably the most removed from my situation as possible to let me know how stupid I was behaving. But he was niceabout it!

15 minutes later, I felt truly better. The most relief I had felt about feelings that had been festering for a week. I thanked him for playing therapist, and he said it was nothing and why can't any of the girls he meets be as cool as me... etc.

Yes - we were having a moment. As if you had any doubts where this story was going. So to prevent any undo stress and anxiety in my more delicate readers, let me reveal right now that I gave Chris a freebie. And believe me, a free HJ is really the least I can do.

What? Did you think I was going to fuck him? Hello - I have a boyfriend.

Younger guys are usually quite happy with the standard happy ending and almost never bother to ask for extras. I think it's because they can get off so easily that they don't need an extra kink like costumes, cum play, ball busting, etc (although I did have 1 fan that was obsessed with women's asses, so he would spring for a butt release). I also think that the younger guys are more likely to get things like dirty talk, lingerie, facials, etc. in their own sex lives, so they don't miss it as much as the older ones.

Chris was already at full attention so it's not like he had very far to go towards the finish line. After our brief exchange of very personal compliments, our eyes locked for a couple seconds longer than was comfortable. And let me say this about Chris - he has a VERY intense stare. When he's aroused, he will look deep into your eyes as if he were pleading for his very own life. Well, at least I imagine it as such. I like to pretend that he's dying and only an immediate orgasm at my capable hands will save him (Hey - I can daydream at work too ya know).

I broke his spell on me by suddenly pulling my shirt over my head. I figured if I didn't do something quickly, I would do something stupid. And his bewitching eyes were no match against The Girls. And despite what I've said before, I do sometimes have moments of weakness with a customer. The key is to always stay in control of the situation. So the moment I felt like I was losing it, I automatically changed things back to my favor.

He was stunned to see me suddenly standing there in my bra. Just the reaction I wanted. Chris began to protest "... you don't have to do that..." so I just shushed him and told him to lie back down. In another quick move, I reached behind my back and snapped off my bra. I responded to his "What are you doing?!" with a "Shut up and enjoy this, will you?" (am I a romantic or what?).

Now the shirt came off merely as a distraction, but when you're working with massage oils and bodily fluids, the bra is removed out of necessity. Not that Chris complained, but it's not really his thing either. His thing is getting teased.

What he does is fold his hands across his stomach while I oil him up. Then I gently work his shaft up and down until he's fully erect. Meanwhile he starts asking me if he can touch me, and repeatedly tell him "no." As he continues to plead and I keep refusing, he gets more and more aroused. His breath quickens and his voice begins to tremble. And all the while he keep staring at me with that intense look on his face.

When his hands start to shake, that's my cue to say "Well...OK. You can touch my breasts." Chris reaches up with his hand and begins to gently caress my left breast. I have to admit, he has this rather nice technique where he slowly runs his fingers along that very sensitive patch of skin below the nipple. Most guys ignore it and just concentrate on the nipple, but Chris is touching me as if he doesn't notice my two hands wrapped around his cock.

Nice try, but I know what turns him on. I now turn to him and look deep into his eyes. "I want you to put your hand on my ass." Obediently he switches positions and begins running his hand over my left ass cheek. He moves his fingertips to where they are lightly running along my ass crack, and he begins to slowly move them up and down.

This is the point where he usually cums. But this time I try to beat him at his own game, so instead of turning back and focusing my attention on his penis, I keep my eyes locked with his. Have you ever really tried to deliberately stare into the eyes of someone else for more than a few seconds? It's not easy - especially when there's a sexual/emotional component that you don't quite know what to do with.

But if there's one thing I do know, it's handjobs. So I really don't need to see what I'm doing to know what's going on. Without breaking our connection, I could sense that he was about to cum. He started to breath faster. His cock became super hard. And his right hand stopped caressing my cheek and gave a barely perceptible squeeze.

Chris was playing to win too, so he was trying his best not to give me any cues. But I know my way around a man's body better than most guys, so I was not surprised when I felt the warm semen spreading over my hands. I slowed the pace from the jerking motion to a gentle pumping motion in time to his spasms, all the while keeping my gaze fixed on him. This little technique helps to prolong the orgasm.

And then right when I thought I had won our little visual game of chicken, he did something totally unxpected. Instead of giving out a loud post coital moan, he took his hand off my ass cheek and moved it to the back of my head. Usually, such a gesture would scare me, but Chris just isn't a scary guy. I felt his fingers wind their way through my hair.

He slowly pulled my face towards his and then finally gave off a soft moan. Without blinking even once, he stared straight into my eyes and moaned again. Then his eyes went really wide and he moaned one last time. He let go of my head, closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the table.

I won.

Cj

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

The Not So Triumphant Return of Sugar Daddy Pete


That motherfucker actually came back to The Business on Saturday when I wasn't here. He took Cindy for a 1 hour mutual and gave her a very generous tip. THEN they exchanged phone numbers - that fucking bitch. She told me all about it afterwards. I was furious with her, but at the same time I wanted to squeeze her for information.

Apparently he's now back in the area, but he had to ditch the giant vacation home when the market tanked. Cindy said he's looking to buy a new place and that's why he's back.

I don't know if he'd recognize my truck or not. I mean, why would he stop if he didn't know I was here or not? When he showed up, Trina and Cindy were working the night shift. He actually met Cindy when he was in here before - 2 years now? So maybe that's why he took her.

Cindy claims he asked about me, but I don't know if she just said that to make me feel better or what. But what really really really set me off was that she took the liberty of telling Pete that I was "living with the new boyfriend." You NEVER say personal shit like that about your coworkers to customers - EVER. I could have strangled her for that.

Well, if just wants to get laid, then he went to the right place. Cindy has no problem fucking customers. And the "exchange" of phone numbers only means one thing - meeting outside The Business. Now did he really expect me NOT to find out about all this? Did he just assume I was no longer interested in him?


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OK - now that I've spent a few days trying to chill out about this, I realized that I've got a really bad case of "I Saw Him First." However, it's not making me feel any better about what Cindy did. In fact, I'm still not speaking to her.

Unless I want info... And what I've learned is that Pete has NOT called her back. If he didn't try to fuck her over the weekend, he's not gonna call her until next weekend. But if he really just ran into her by dumb luck and really wanted to see me, then he might just visit The Business again. And I am definitely working Saturday night this time.

Of course, I could just call or even text him. But that seems a bit desperate. I mean, I haven't heard a peep out of him in over a year, so a sudden text message would just scream "Cindy and I talked about you." But if I did talk to him before he came in, I could explain the whole boyfriend comment as a misunderstanding on Cindy's part.

Oh I've done damage control before. Probably the most catty thing girls will do at work is talk shit about each other. And an easy way to steal a customer is tell him that his favorite masseuse has a spouse. Nothing is a bigger turnoff to a guy than to learn that his favorite girl really isn't a single, horny bisexual who likes to lez out at the clubs on the weekend because she just can't seem to find the right guy... Sound familiar?

We all tell the same story because it's what guys want to hear. Don't believe me? Think knowing the "real her" is better? You try jerking a guy off after spending an hour complaining about...

"... that asshole of a boyfriend who just can't seem to get it together. Oh yeah - his band is gonna take off any day now, but until then would it kill him to call my uncle about a job or maybe clean up around the house? Not that I'm complaining, but yesterday I did 6 customers and by the end of the night my jerking hand was ready to fall off when this motherfucker comes home drunk after spending the money I gave him for groceries on drinks for him and his buddies and... Oh...I need to finish you off now. Just close your eyes and try to relax..."

See?

Anyway, I think the whole Pete thing is making me mental. Just like it did last time he was here. For some of you newbies who have no idea of the drama I'm talking about, you can read about Pete when I first met Pete right here. And how he fucked with my head here and here... And I think I started to lose my mind over him right about here...

Oh shit - this may be a loooooong summer.


CJ

Thursday, April 7, 2011

It's Official - I've Been Found Out

I was always afraid this might happen, and it has. Derek has dumped me. Apparently I left my blog up on the computer and he discovered everything.

Then, he decided to dump me on my own blog by posting it in the comments. How cold is that! Anyway, the original is here, but I've copied it so you can read the whole thing...


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You fucking bitch! This is Derek! I checked your computer when you went into the shower this morning. You have told total strangers everything about yourself, and here I am your boyfriend, the one you supposedly wish to keep for 1 year, the one who has satiated your vaginal deep dicking desires anytime and everytime you have craved my king size twix peanut butter, and I find out this way? That's right, it's big, long and sweet.

Since we're dishing out everything, maybe your readers would care to find out how we met. Well people, here it is...

It was a dark and stormy night. The winds were blowing due East, I was walking out of my hotel at the Abraham Lincoln on 5th on my way to Golds Gym. I was in town on business. I'm from California. Anyway, there she was at the entrance under an umbrella, nearly drenched. Hair disheveled and looking like a homeless goat. I pass her, but then I thought, maybe I can offer some help. So, I go up to her... "Excuse me, miss... I'm new in town. Could you give me directions to your heart?"

She looked at me, silence... and then she burst into uncontrolled laughter spraying my face.

"Hahaha, you're a dork." she says.

"Alrighty, then. Tell you what, whoever you're waiting for isn't coming. Let's go to that Starbucks over there." I guess I'm not going to workout today. It's okay though, because it's Tuesday, and it's only biceps, triceps, and deltoids day. I didn't want to invite her into my room even though it was just there. I didn't know if she was an axe murderer. A public place with many witnesses is good just to get her out of the pouring rain so she won't get pneumonia.

"Is that right?"

"What, you're waiting for some guy you met on e-harmony. They all like long walks on the beach, and there's only a river here... hardly a beach. He's not coming."

She pauses for a moment, and flutters her eyes looking at me. It was as if she was melting. Anyway, either it's the rainwater or she's high.

We walk over to the starbucks, we order, and then she tells me her story. Bla bla bla... she finishes her drink, and all that's left in my short java chip frappucino is the whipped cream. "So... tell you what, I'll drive you home. Do you live far from here?"

"I live about 12 miles that way." She points to some vague direction to my right.

"Okay, well, let me get my keys in my room. You can come up if you'd like. I was going to take a cab to the gym."

"Sure."

So there we went.

I slide in my card key to open the door. And we go in. So I said, "Make yourself at home. I'm going to go into the restroom for a minute."

"Sure, okay."

I go into the rest room. I unbutton my jeans and then proceed to drain the Red October. There I am minding my own business, and then suddenly the door opens behind me and a hand reaches around and grips perfectly my nuclear powered submarine. Then I hear a whispering... "Shh... just relax."

Me, taken aback couldn't help but ask, "Uhm... what are you doing?"

"I'm giving you a relaxing massage."

"Is that right?"

"Hmm... what options would you like?"

"Options???" I turn around, and she was in her tight white short nurses' outfit wet as rain, and already partially undone.

"Yes. Would you like to see my boobs? Or maybe something more?"

At this point, I thought, I'll play along. I know Ashton Kutcher is outside with a camera crew punking me.

"Well, how about we take off all your clothes because they're all wet." Then I ease her into bed.

"Sure, why don't you take them off me?"

So I proceed to take off her nurse's hat, and then start unbuttoning her dress. And then she grabbed my hands and put them aside, "No, no no."

"But... I thought..."

"Not with your fingers silly. Take my clothes off with your teeth." I try to unbutton her clothes as instructed, and she helped a little bit. My face would occasionally rub on her nipples and feeling the soft warm caress of her breasts. I play along.

At this point, she's fully naked... and when I wasn't expecting it, she pushes me, and I fall on the bed. She jumps on me and straddles me. "Shh... just relax... and lay back."

She reaches down my black CK boxer briefs and finds the missile has been armed. She's on top of me, laying down and kisses me behind the ears... "Mmm... what is that? What are you wearing?"

"Uhm, nothing... just burberry."

"Mmm....yummy... g-r-r-o-o-w-l"

"Wait, should we be doing this? I don't even know your name."

"My name is CJ. It stands for Cum Junkie. Meow..."

So she starts stroking my cock, and I noticed she was using the ancient crouching tiger hidden dragon kung fu grip technique flawlessly. I didn't mention it and just let her keep going. At this point, I was starting to lose myself... my mind.

Like a tiger, I grab wrists, and in one motion pulled her onto the bed and turned. Her hands are pinned to the bed, and our eyes meet. Without saying a thing, I slide down slowly... she spreads her legs a little, and I get in between them. I didn't enter her... but my erect cock touch her clit.

"Oh, Derek..." she moans. "Please..."
"Please, what?"
"Please put it inside of me..."
I ignored her... I didn't put it inside... I just kept on rubbing her clit. And then she starts to make those involuntary twitches... "Ah!" short, high-pitched ahhs.

Wait... hey is there any potato chips in here?

CJ, all those times we've shared. All those times when you cried please stop just when you've orgasmed for the sixteenth consecutive time on my hard unmedicated love making magic wand and I ignored and continued on until you broke into tears in sheer ecstasy in the bathroom, in the kitchen, in the bedroom, in the alley behind the laundry place, I thought those were real. I thought we shared those special moments. I thought you meant it because I know I did. Now I know you were just working me.

CJ, I'm a man. I'm not just a piece of meat. I'm not just a sex toy for your utter, total, and complete satisfaction. I have feelings. I am a man. I have emotions too.

We're done. It's over. I'm leaving back for California. I am a man, CJ and I deserve better. Hear me roar! Arf! Arf!

Derek
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Well the good news is that now I'm free to find a man with slightly better spelling and grammar skills. By the way Derek... you weren't so much a King Size Twix bar. More like a Mini Mounds Bar - much smaller and no nuts.

CJ

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

April Fools

Well so much for my Aprils Fools day prank on you guys. So what gave it away? I was wondering if throwing in a problem with Derek as well made it over the top. Of course I didn't count on the more resourceful of you to immediately hit the internet and look for news on another massage parlor bust in SE PA.

Good job! Next time I'll keep it more subtle - maybe claim I'm pregnant from a customer's errant cum shot. Now which one of you guys claimed I must have been turning tricks for $250? Really dude? Can't a girl just get busted in peace and quiet?

Anyway, you're not the only guys pranked on Friday. Trina told me that during the day shift Maude was expecting a new girl to come in for an interview. She was naturally upset that Audrey thought we needed the help. When Maude announced that the new girl was here, she stepped outside and then returned wearing a blond wig - claiming she was going to start offering massages under the name of "Sheila." Hell - I didn't know she had a sense of humor!

My taste in pranks is a little more involved. Friday morning I pretended to fall down the stairs at Derek's place. When he was in the bathroom, I let out a blood curdling scream, then jumped up and down on the stairs a few times. When he ran out of the bathroom he found me as a bloody mess on the bottom of the stairs. I had actually practiced unnatural poses in front of a mirror and settled on the most disturbing one. Then with the help of a fake blood pack I had purchased on the internet last month, I transformed myself into the worst "accident within the home" Derek had ever seen.

What can I say - that bitch screamed like a little baby! I let him poke and coddle me enough until he was convinced I was dead before I said "boo." 10 out of 10 for mean. 1000 out of 10 for funny.

Meanwhile Cindy tried to get me with her annual "I think I'm pregnant" scare. But I have to give her credit because this time she so far as to produce a pee stick with an actual positive. Turns out she got it from a friend of hers and actually saved it just to try to get me. Nice try.

Trina has NO sense of humor for pranks. So I think that's why it's so much funnier when people pull them on her. My hats off to Maude for her joke! It saved me the hassle of trying to get her myself.

Speaking of pranks at work, the best one ever was from the first parlor I worked at. One of the girls had a birthday either on or close to April 1. Well, one of the other girls did a collection and got her a male stripper. To make it more interesting, they had him dressed up as a cop. But instead of the old "you're under arrest for parking tickets" routine, he came in screaming at the top of his lungs "THIS IS A RAID!"

Now if you really look at a stripper cop, you can tell that it's not a real uniform. But in the dim lights of the old place, and the hysteria created whenever anyone yells "THIS IS A RAID" I think half the girls pissed their pants - even though they were in on it. So after a few seconds, he finds the birthday girl and switches back to his "you're under arrest" routine then starts ripping off his velcro clothes. You should have seen the look on her face!! But that fact that she actually peed herself made it priceless.

Then to make things more interesting, after the strip show and the customary lap dances for each of us, he tells the guest of honor that he has a special birthday "favor" for her. Turns out that we had ordered a FULL SERVICE stripper with a side order of cunnilingus. The birthday girl politely turned him down, but the girl who called the stripper place was more than happy to collect. I guess this kind of stuff happens all the time with male strippers.

Well, I hope you guys still appreciate my little attempt at humor. Next year I'll zing you good.

CJ

Friday, April 1, 2011

I just got home from what's probably the worst day of my life. Trina was arrested for solicitation this afternoon. The cops raided the business during the afternoon shift and took her and maude into custody.

I wasn't working today, but got a call from Audrey around 6 with the news. I spent a good part of the evening trying to figure out how to get Trina out on bail. Maude was released, but they kept Trina. I'm going to try again tomorrow.

To make matters worse, I couldn't really explain to Derek what was going on today. I mean, why would the cops raid a "hair salon" and arrest a "stylist?" I eventually had to tell him to just go away and I'd talk to him later. My phone was ringing non stop all night. I really have nothing to say to him.

I'm not quite sure what to do about the blog. I mean, it's obviously got nothing to do with what happened else they would have grabbed me big time. But I'll probably just lay low for a while. I'll try to keep you guys updated.