Confessions of an Erotic Confessor

Hey guys. My little vacation was exactly what I needed to recharge my batteries, but it's funny how sometimes work just follows you no matter where you go. Let me explain.

I have a bunch of things I wanna share with you from last week, but I need to keep it simple else I'll be blabbing here all week. Anyway, let me start off by saying that this vacation was the longest time I've spent with a guy (Derek) in a very long time. And it was interesting in an academic kinda way. I'm back to those age old questions of what do I tell him and when. I spent the week pondering things such as:

Should I tell him about The Business?
How much should I tell him?
Confess that I'm not really a shampooer?
Admit I'm really a massage therapist?
Tell him I occasionally strip to a bra for extra money?
Tell him the whole thing is temporary?
Say my coworkers are all full service sluts, but I'm a good girl?

Makes for interesting conversation when he's saying something like "...I hope to manage the store in a few years and I may go back to school for my MBA..." Meanwhile I'm thinking "... I could tell him about the foot fetish guys, but definitely not the cross dressers..."

Now to make a long story short, I told him I'm really a licensed massage therapist and not a shampooer. I lied because guys usually expect massages all the time (which is another lie - most guys actually don't care and never take advantage of those particular talents of mine. Go figure). Derek was cool with it and said he understood (but I knew he didn't).

He then felt compelled to confess to me that he wasn't exactly truthful about how he found out where I worked. Apparently, he had gotten the directions from that skank girlfriend of mine, but then googled The Business and couldn't find anything. Said he knew all along there was something weird about my story, but didn't want to ask about it till I was ready. Thank Gawd he didn't try stopping by again!

Laying that much stuff on the table was easy. The weird part was towards the end of the week when we were messing around on the balcony of the hotel. He wanted me to "use your hand in that special way" (yes - he said it that gaily). So I told him to sit still so I could do it right. I went in the bathroom and got some baby oil from my bag (never leave home without it!) so I could give him a proper hand release. A few minutes later he was grunting and slapping the arms of his chair while I jerked him off onto the balcony floor. He turned to me, looked me straight in they eye and said "Where on Earth did you learn to do that? I swear that it felt just like a blowjob."

I wanted to tell him about my infamous double-handed criss-cross technique, and the various cell-phone videos of it floating around the web. But instead I just said "I musta picked it up somewhere."

CJ

Confessions of the Confessor

Ya know, I've been confessing things anonymously over the internet for 2 years now. Sounds like a lot to get off my chest (no pun intended), but when I think about it, there are just so many more scandalous things I haven't even touched upon yet.

So as a Christmas present to all you wonderful people out there who have supported and cheered me on over the year, I will try to bring up topics that I was always too nervous to talk about before.

For example...for 2 years now I have never talked about the Readers who have visited the Business. Yes - there have been more than a few lucky guys out there that have successfully found me. I get requests from readers all the time about making appointments to see me, but I have always kept my rule of not seeing anyone so I could maintain my anonymousnessousness.... errrr... secret identity.

So to all those guys out there that found me - congratulations! You found The Business and never even realized it.

This is what happened... The problem I always had with talking about it was that if I mentioned on the blog that a customer asked me about a "CJ" - he would immediately know he found me just by putting 2 and 2 together. So over time I just learned to bite my tongue and never bring it up at all.

Now the first time it happened was one of the weirdest moments in my life. I had been writing this blog thing for several months. Then one day I had this guy on the table during a typical session, and he casually mentions that he's been reading this thing on the internet called "Happyendingz." Let me tell ya - my heart skipped a beat and I must have turned beat red. Thank gawd The Girls were there to distract him (they are such faithful friends). It was so strange to feel fear, surprise and pride all at the same time. I wanted to yell "THAT'S ME!!! I DID THAT!!" but I couldn't.

The next time it happened was a couple months later, but it wasn't from a customer. Now we masseuses are used to getting inquiries about other girls - it happens all the time. A guy may be looking for "Tammy... a short brunette who worked across town a couple years ago... have you seen her?" Yes, we all know other girls at other Businesses, and it's just common courtesy to tell the girl that someone is looking for them. But You NEVER tell the customer where to find someone until it's been OK'd by the girl first - Rule #1 to prevent stalkers.

Well there I was having lunch with Audrey and Cindy one day, when Audrey just happens to ask if we know a "CJ." I think Cindy and I both turned white at that one. Audrey said 3 customers had asked her that week if "CJ" worked there. We played dumb and said we had never heard of her before. But later that night we were high-fiving each other and giggling like little girls about the fact that we were now famous.

Since then Trina, Cindy and I have all had run-ins with customers asking about "CJ." I'm much better at dealing with that now, but at first it was really freaky to hear guys talking about what they've read. Now I just take it in stride. The hardest part though is not being able to take credit for it in public. I don't know how many times I just wanted to ask a customer "So what did you think of my story about...?"

Trina isn't OK with it. She still gets freaked out and nervous whenever anyone mentions it. Remember how I had to go suck up to her to get her to OK posting her pic? Cindy on the other hand thinks the whole thing is a hoot. I'm just worried that one day she'll say something stupid about how she personally knows "CJ" or even "Cindy." I swear that too much peroxide MUST do something to brain cells.

That reminds me of a funny story. I once got a customer looking for a "Cindy." Swear to gawd. At first I was confusing his questions with a real Cindy I knew from the old Business. But after a few minutes I got him to reveal that he had read about her on the internet. When I told Cindy that story, her head swelled up for about a week. Kept making jokes about her fan club and maybe doing her own spin-off blog. Unfortunately, she can't string more than 3 words together without adult supervision.

So there you have it - some of you guys out there have found me but just never realized it. LOL

I think this year for April Fools Day I'm going to get every masseuse I know to call themselves "CJ" for the day. You know what they say... The best place to hide a tree is in a forest.

CJ