tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869610604851314861.post1314398882273021197..comments2024-01-11T13:58:09.780-05:00Comments on Happyendingz - confessions of an erotic masseuse: Credit Cardscjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01910801307428469433noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869610604851314861.post-76222675360837451122009-07-25T22:50:21.119-04:002009-07-25T22:50:21.119-04:00That's insane!! Man, it's just plain stup...That's insane!! Man, it's just plain stupid to think one can bring a credit card to an mp!! Bring cash!! (Oh yeah, & don't be obvious about it.)The Tickling Masterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14590516009104393395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869610604851314861.post-67382921547618089092009-07-24T20:13:30.413-04:002009-07-24T20:13:30.413-04:00I just read all your 2009 posts. I can relate to s...I just read all your 2009 posts. I can relate to so much of it. A lot of it is so typical as to the type of clients you encounter in this industry.<br /><br />You seem to be taking this job quite well. It doesn't seem to bother you. I was also in the happy ending massage industry and it fucked me up badly. Many of the guys were extremely abusive and it took a psychological toll on me. <br />I also started getting sick of constantly being groped, sucked, slobbered over etc. 99.9% of the time the guys wanted to see me naked, so there was hardly an option of being semi-clothed. We also couldn't allow them NOT to touch us, because then we'd be considered 'boring' and never build up a regular clientele. <br /><br />Many of the guys were fat, old and ugly. Some of them were psychotic. I felt like their sex toy. I stopped feeling human.Kate Mhttp://www.aspotofblog.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869610604851314861.post-46665903545292028392009-05-18T22:42:00.000-04:002009-05-18T22:42:00.000-04:00I work in this profession too, and much prefer it ...I work in this profession too, and much prefer it when clients pay with cash. It's bad manners to pay with a credit card!danaehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18161695717878781456noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869610604851314861.post-89970964290172844102009-05-10T02:26:00.000-04:002009-05-10T02:26:00.000-04:00LOL... never thought of that!!!
CJLOL... never thought of that!!!<br /><br />CJcjhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01910801307428469433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869610604851314861.post-83517836924690021352009-05-09T15:56:00.000-04:002009-05-09T15:56:00.000-04:00Invite her to come over, give her a happy ending.Invite her to come over, give her a happy ending.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869610604851314861.post-12416625549433680482009-05-05T12:08:00.000-04:002009-05-05T12:08:00.000-04:00When just a child, I loved to steal cookies from M...When just a child, I loved to steal cookies from Mommie's jar.<br /><br />I'd sneak in when nobody was looking and grab a few chocolate-chip delights, then tiptoe to my room.<br /><br />Invariably, Mom would burst in a few minutes later and I'd be caught.<br /><br />As a five-year-old I wasn't bright enough to clean up the trail of crumbs.<br /><br />Use a credit card to buy my "cookies" these days? Sounds like "crumby" idea.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869610604851314861.post-91438827829167714912009-05-05T11:51:00.000-04:002009-05-05T11:51:00.000-04:00That is just too funny. I can't imagine anyone ev...That is just too funny. I can't imagine anyone ever using a credit card for your delightful services. Why on earth would you open the door to that conversation. <br /><br />It's bad enough for me when I spend too much at Best Buy.<br /><br />Thanks for the post. It made me laugh.Advizor54https://www.blogger.com/profile/02818587592229617693noreply@blogger.com