Friday, August 31, 2012

The Reluctant Lesbian

I promised you this story last week, but as you can see, I was in no hurry. I guess you could say it's one of my "extras" that I'm not exactly enthusiastic about.  It's really something that I'm not asked to do much nowadays.  Now that I think about it, I've only been asked for it maybe twice in the last year.

Now back in the day... Cindy and I had a whole routine we used to do.  Back then we'd get asked to do a show maybe once a month.  And believe me, it takes a lot of practice to look like you're having sex with a girl without actually having sex with a girl.  

It's not like I don't like Cindy.  It's just that I think she's a nasty skank and I really never wanted to swap any bodily fluids with her.  So we did a lot of easy visual stuff that guys liked.  Take for example the fact that a man lying on a table in a dark room with most of his blood flowing away from his brain cannot focus on anything too clearly.  

Cindy and I would spend most of our time at the foot of the table.  From that angle, you can only really see us from the waist up.  So one of our moves would be to bend the other girl over the table and pretend to finger fuck her.  The guy would see me standing behind Cindy, so he couldn't tell where my hand really was.  And with Cindy's overly dramatic "O" face - he wouldn't care either.  

When we weren't pretending to finger each other, we did a lot of titty stuff.  Men LOVE it when a girl touches another girls breasts. Cindy and I did not disappoint either.  I found her giant fake breasts fascinating and I could play with them all day.  Not because I was turned on by them, but because  they were so different from mine.

What guys don't understand is that for us, other women's breasts are no big deal.  We can squeeze, pinch, rub and tweak each other all day and it's totally clinical.  Hell, when Cindy first got her new boobs, I used to examine them in the back office. So breast play is no big deal to us, but a major turn on for customers.  And believe me, we used this to our advantage.

Most of the show was really us fondling each other.  Lots of rubbing and caressing, with the occasional nipple pinch.  We wouldn't suck on each others nipples, but I would flick my tongue over Cindy's if I thought it would help the customer finish himself (which they almost always do during the lesbian show).  Ironically, I was freaked out at the thought of Cindy licking my nipples, so she would have to fake it.

That was then.  This is now and Britney is an even skankier version of Cindy.  So when I was asked to "lez out" with her I was reluctant.   But then he agreed to pay us an extra $150 each and suddenly Britney was looking pretty hot.

Now keep in mind that we have no routine.  No rehearsals.  No rules.   No history.  Just two naked girls who have just been  paid a lot of money to get really friendly really fast.  Well, since I am the boss, I took the lead and tried the old bent-over-the-table trick.  The problem is that my background is erotic massage and Britney's background is escorting.  So when I started poking her inner thigh with my fist, she didn't get it.  Britney actually took my hand and tried to guide it to her pussy.  

I swear I jumped up.  My mouth said "let's do something more romantic " while my eyes said "Not with our customers dick."  

The breast fondling didn't go much better.  Britney didn't take any cues from my fake licking of her tits.  She planted a firm kiss on The Girls before going straight for a nipple.  Remember what I said about Cindy?  Well, Britney caught me off guard and before I knew it she was actually sucking on my right breast.  

Well, I remembered that I had a rather decent payday waiting for me on the other end of this nipple suck, so I hid my displeasure by letting out a big moan instead.  Funny how well that worked out for us.  Our guy let out his own moan and finished all over his own belly.  Since then, I have set Britney down and explained to her how the lesbian show really works around here.

And in case you guys were wondering, I have not asked Britney to "practice."


Monday, August 20, 2012

The Britney Situation

Someone asked me which employee would I prefer... A good masseuse with a bad happy ending, or a bad masseuse with a wicked happy ending?  Well, I got both.  Kimmie is my good masseuse who still pokes at a dick like it's going to bite her hand.  And then there's Britney who definitely knows her way around a penis, but the rest of the guy is unfamiliar territory.  I really don't know what it's like to fuck her, but I can only imagine it never really gets much past whipping your cock out.

I guess the question is which is easier to learn - decent massage techniques, or enthusiastic joy of the cock?  And from what I've seen so far...

I'm surrounded by idiots.  I'm seriously thinking of sending in Kimmie to start the job and Britney to finish.  Sort of a tag team session.  But seriously, I think Kimmie is finally starting to come around.  Well, maybe not so much that she's coming around, but that her customers are starting to accept the inevitable lackluster handjob after a fantastic full body sensual massage.  As one of my customers once said, "Even when sex is bad, it's still pretty good."

I still haven't gotten Britney to open up about the incident that got her to quit escorting.  But, she did tell me about how she did business.  She would get a hotel room by herself or with another girl.  Then they would post an ad on the internet with their hours and a phone number.  Guys would call the number where they would be told how to find the room.  

Britney won't tell me exactly what happened that made her want a career change, but she did tell me that she had been robbed a few times in "deals" gone bad.  It was only a matter of time before she either quit or made the obituaries, so she was ready to bail anyways when a guy tried to kill her.  

And now it's my job to convert her into an erotic masseuse.  Believe it or not, it's actually harder than just telling her NOT to insert any customer parts inside her body.  She just doesn't seem to get that it's not all about the handjob.  I have to keep reminding her that the happy ending should be just the last five minutes and that she has to do SOMETHING ELSE to keep her client happy for the other 55 minutes.  She keeps cutting their times and jumping straight to the end.  Believe me, that's not how you get a repeat customer.

So that's all I got on Britney for now.  I still have hope for her, so I'm not going to get rid of her just yet.  Next time I'll tell you the story of our first lesbian show.  


Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Freak of the Week - The Midnight Special

I was afraid that being on Twitter was going to open up a can of worms.  What I think is worthy of only a few sentences, people want explained out here.  Well, I've been feeling uninspired for a while, so maybe you guys asking questions is a good thing.

But first a quick update...

Kimmie is working out just fine.  So fine in fact that I've even been able to give her some shifts by herself.  And that means... VACATION!!!!

Me and a girlfriend took off for 3 days last week and spent it at the Indian casino up in the Pocono's.  I know it's not much of a vacation, but when you've been working 5-7 days a week for the last 6 months, it's like an eternity.

Anyway, let me explain why I had to come in early to clean up Maude's desk.  You see, I was working the night shift by myself.  Usually, the latest we will take a customer is 30 minutes before close.  If no one comes in, then we'll spend the last 30 minutes tidying up and getting the place ready for the next day.

Well about 5 minutes to being out the door, I hear a knock.  It's "Bill" - who I call an Irregular Regular.  He's the kind of customer that will see you 3 days in a row, then disappear for 7 months.  He's funny and tips well, so I buzz him in.

"Hey Bill... What's it been?  7 months now?"

He just smiles.  "Yeah.  You know me.  I just got back from a business trip and I just drove a hundred miles an hour hoping to catch you.  So whadya say?  How about a quickie?"

"I just closed the books, and all my sheets and oils are put away.  You know you gotta get here earlier."

"Ohhhhh CJ," he says with that grin I can't say no to. "Pretty please?  I've been on the road a long time and really really really wanted to see you."

I waved my arms around.  "Everything is put away and the warmers are turned off.  You shoulda called!"

Now he looks crushed.  But the Business Man in him doesn't see a problem - he sees opportunity.  He starts to look around the room as if he's re-assessing the situation.  I swear I saw his eye twinkle.

"We could do it right here."

"Excuse me?"

"Yup.  You wouldn't even have to get up from that chair."  

The logical part of me wants to throw him out for breaking the rules while the curious part of me is already in the car yelling "I don't care!  Can we go now?"  

But the LAZY part of me says "... You had me at chair."

I just kind of shrugged my shoulders and said "Whatever.  As long as I don't have to move from behind the desk.  AND you have to close the drapes all the way."  

I swear Bill literally skipped around the room as soon as I said that.  I swiveled the chair around to meet him and gave him a big tired looking smile.  He reached down and pulled my shirt off me.  

At this point in the evening I was too tired to even undo my bra, plus I was kind of wondering what he had in mind.  He unbuckled his pants then completely dropped them and his boxers on the floor, then neatly stepped out of them (it takes me 10 minutes to peel my jeans off - I envy men's fashion sometimes).

I reach out and start fondling his dick.  Fondle is a good word since I don't have my customary oils to properly lubricate and stroke him.  And as I've explained before, I'm not very good at the dry hands technique.  Before long, he gets hard anyway and I'm kinda rythmically stroking him with just my fingertips.  

Without taking my eyes off his cock I ask "So what did you have in mind?"  

He says "Well considering you're only open for another 2 minutes, I figured I'd take matters into my own hands."  And with that he gently pushes my hands away and grabs his cock with his right hand.  With his free left hand, he starts to gently squeeze my right breast through the bra.  

OK... I'm thinking I kinda like this.  No work on my part and that hand does feel good.  I know it's been a while since I've been properly laid, and Bill certainly knows how to touch a girl.  He's always been quite good at playing with The Girls.  So when I feel a finger, then 2 slip into my bra, I don't complain. Mmmmmm.... his hand is warm.  

Just a little deeper and Bill discovers a hard nipple.  His fingers close in and gently begin to tease then pinch (Damn he's good). Too bad he doesn't have 3 hands since my other nipple is now feeling lonely.    His fingers withdraw momentarily to go into a very nice squeeze of my entire breast.  And now I'm thinking of actually...

"I'm cumming!" he suddenly shouts.

The spell is broken.  I'm back to my senses now, and I realize I'm sitting in front of a man without pants who's grabbing his dick and about to shoot a load all over my new bra.

My new bra?!

"NOOOOOO!!!!" I screamed as I grabbed his prick which was pointed right at my nose and turned it aside.  He shot a wad over my shoulder and onto the desk behind me.  There goes the stapler...

His next shot lands on the arm of the chair.  That's fine - not my chair.  The third and final squirt dribbles on the carpet between my legs.

I just sort of looked up at him with a stunned expression.  I'm not exactly sure what just  happened.  I look around.  Semen stained desk.  Cum soaked stapler.  A cock dripping jizz on the carpet.  And me looking slightly ravished in a bra that's been pulled off me.  

And I thought this was gonna be easy.

When I finally came to my senses, I ordered Bill not to move while I fetched TWO rolls of paper towels from the back room.  I roughly handed one to him and told him to clean the carpet and chair, while I tried to save the stapler.  By now I was tired and grumpy, so the cleaning job was pretty bad.  And that's why I made damn sure to get to work extra early the next morning so I could clean up properly in the daylight.

Good thing I did too - I missed a dried up wad of cum on the shelf behind the stapler.  And Bill's cleanup of the chair left a little to be desired.  Maude didn't notice anything when she came in later, but I still felt guilty.  That is absolutely positively  the last time I ever listen to the lazy part of my brain.  

Unless it's convenient.


Friday, August 3, 2012

The New Girl

OK... It's been a week now and the New Girl has still been showing up on time (more or less).  Not once has she been drunk, hungover, or high.  My purse has not gone missing.  No stalkers have appeared in our parking lot.  And she seems to have finally figured out how to properly give a happy ending. 

I think she's a keeper.  So I guess I better come up with a name for her.  Let's call her Britney.

Well, here's Britney's story...

She's a former exotic dancer who dabbled briefly in the world of internet escort.  Did the Craiglist/Backpage thing until she was almost killed by a client.  Now she's decided to find a happy medium where she can still make decent money her way, but in a safer environment. 

I've said before that dancer's usually make for bad masseuses.  That's especially true when they're still moonlighting as a dancer.  Britney gave up dancing a while ago and refuses (for reasons unknown) to go back to the local clubs.  That's fine by me since it makes for a more faithful employee.

The problem with strip clubs is that their working hours are always changing, and the girls will ALWAYS ditch the parlor for a decent shift at a club.  Can't blame them since it's usually better money.

Anyway, Britney tried out the online escort ads for a while, so she's no stranger to a penis.  I figured that experience would work out here and it did.  In fact, it worked out a little too well.  Let me explain.

I broke Britney in like I do most girls.  I had her sit in on a standard session just to see what goes on.  Let me tell you right now that even girls in the sex business often have the wrong idea about what goes on in massage parlors.  I explained that we're happy ending only, but with a freedom to be creative.  That first session with her I demonstrated a standard nude option with hand release.

Next training session, I had her try her hand at the massage portion - with disastrous results.  I swear it looked like she was trying to tenderize a piece of meat she had no intention of eating herself.  She didn't even have "girlfriend massage" skills.  So I took over and did my best to show her the basics of the "relaxing" massage. 

My "relaxing" technique is sort of a cross between Swedish and a watered down sports massage.  I like to hit major muscle groups with a little bit of extra pressure, while the rest is more gentle and caressing.  Truckers seem to prefer this technique because it's both sensual and therapeutic and the same time.

Afterwards, I had Britney practice her massage technique on Trina and myself.  Even had Kimmie give her some pointers.

Britney's next training session was in hand releases.  I brought her in on the tail end of one of my sessions and just turned her loose.  The guy didn't mind because for him it was kinda like getting a two girl option for free. 

Let me tell ya, Britney had no hesitation whipping off her top and getting to business.  I noticed was that she starts off with gentle caresses of the cock without any lotion or oil.  I usually go straight to oil, but going dry seems to work for some people.  As my customer got hard, she continued to work his dick with dry hands and gentle strokes.  For those of you who are not sure what I'm talking about when I say "dry hands" imagine a handjob using baby powder instead of oil.  The sensation is the same if done properly.

Well, she kept working his cock with a constant up and down motion, but I noticed she wasn't picking up the pace (hey - the clock is ticking here!).  Then without warning she drops her face straight down towards the head of his dick.  I swear my heart skipped a beat.  But at the last instant, she stops with her lips just a fraction of an inch over him.  Then she hocks a giant wad of spit onto her hand, then almost violently smears it on his shaft.

The guy's eyes got really really big.  Even he thought he had hit a gold mine for a second there.  Suddenly she picks up the pace of her strokes.  My guy actually sat up a little and let out a big moan.  She pumped a little faster and spit on him again for more lubrication.  Something must have been working because he suddenly sat up then threw himself back down on the table.  As semen began to drip up and over his cock, Britney slowed the pace down and used it to lubricate the hand release even more (a technique I thought I invented!).  Our poor little guinea pig shot a few healthy loads before he finally collapsed on the table.  She slowed down the stroking to the same pace of his breathing before she finally stopped to clean him up.

Damn she's good, I thought.  Don't need to critique her yet.  But I'm also a little scared about turning her loose.  She claims she "gets it" but I don't know.

Anyway, I think I may steal that spitting technique from her.  Shit - even I thought that was kinda hot.