One of you guys asked why we don’t just post want ads up at the local strip clubs. Well, the short answer is no. The long answer is hell no.
But the REALLY long answer is this. Contrary to popular belief, erotic massage is more related to massage therapy than it is to stripping. To demonstrate this, I’m going to break down a typical 45 minute session into its 3 essential components.
Part 1 – Getting Naked
Part 2 – Massaging
Part 3 – Happy Ending
Part 1 is the only thing that the 2 worlds of erotic massage and stripping have in common. That part requires no skill and takes up only 1 minute of the session. A stripper may try to stretch this out to 5 minutes at the most, but any longer and the customer will complain about how he’s getting gypped out of a massage.
Part 3 requires almost no experience, and even then it can easily be satisfied with On-The-Job training. This part usually takes about 5 minutes, and even a stripper won’t try to stretch this out any further than necessary.
So that still leaves about 35 minutes for part 2 - the massage. Now anyone experienced in therapeutic massage can easily spend 35 minutes delivering a half-way decent workout to all major portions of the body including the neck, upper and lower back, legs, arms and upper chest. Meanwhile, someone with no experience can manage only 15 minutes of the typical “girlfriend” quality, neck/upper back massage before she runs out of material and energy. This is the main reason why we try not to hire strippers (or anyone with no experience for that matter).
At my last business I worked with a bunch of different strippers, and the customers always said the same thing about them – “Great to look at – lousy massage.” Another problem with strippers is that they’re not very reliable workers. Stripping tends to pay better than massaging, so we were usually the 2nd job. This meant they were always missing shifts if there were any conflicts.
So there you have it - this is why strippers make lousy erotic masseuses. If you still want to get a handjob from a stripper, I would suggest going to the Champagne room or whatever you call it at your local strip club.
If there are any current or ex-strippers reading this mess, please feel free to add your comments. No offense to any of you – this is just my experience.
CJ
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Monday, May 19, 2008
Friday, December 28, 2007
Just another day in the office...
I have so many stories, I don’t even know where to begin. But I guess I can start with an ordinary day. This is what I call a typical Thursday afternoon…
My three o’clock walks in. It’s "Tony" from Philly. He’s been here before, but I wouldn’t call him a regular. He has business up here in Easton, so he stops in once in a while. I booked him for a thirty minute session, then showed him to my room. I told him to get comfortable then left him alone so I could finish booking him in. We don’t keep track of names or anything (for obvious reasons), but Audrey (my boss) insists on keeping strict records of every customer and their time.
3:00 phone-in. 30 minutes.
Since there’s no one else here, I locked the front door and put up the “Back in … minutes” sign on the door. I quickly washed my hands and then went into session. Tony was lying naked on his stomach on the table. Since I hadn’t seen him recently I went over all the options: topless for $70, g-string for $90 and nude for $140. He took the g-string and then fumbled in his pants lying on the floor for the money. I took the cash without counting it (I never count the money in front of the customer) and put it on the shelf next to the aromatherapy candle.
I told him to relax and then asked if he wanted hot oil or baby powder. Most guys prefer oil. Now you can tell the guys with wives or girlfriends at home because they don’t want anything that smells, or is hard to clean up. That’s why we rarely bother with scented massage oils, unless a customer asks for it or brings it in themselves. Single guys don’t care what you use. Tony asks for oil. Now truckers won’t use oil unless you have a shower on site. It’s usually the first thing they ask about when they call the business for the first time.
Now Tony is kind of a boring guy and doesn’t say much, just the occasional “oooooo” or “ouch” when I crack something in his back. Since this is my last customer of the day before Trina (my cute but lazy co-worker) gets here, I rush the massage part a bit and after a few minutes of deep tissue tell him to roll over onto his back. I don’t feel too guilty about rushing it since he’s not talking anyway. Some guys just love to chat and will keep going on and on about their day, their family, their boss, their girlfriend, their job – whatever’s bugging them. But this guy was just lying there so that usually means they just want you to get to the Release.
Since he’s not a regular I feel obligated to give him the speech – “If there’s any part of your body that you would like massaged at this time, please indicate so by placing my hand there.” He takes my right hand and guides it to his semi-erect dick. I give it a quick squeeze and smile (they love that) then I grab the baby oil which has been warming up in the crock pot and lube up my hands. You never apply it directly to their cock. I learned that the hard way.
Now let me explain something at this point – I AM NOT FULL SERVICE. I don’t fuck guys. I don’t suck cock. I don’t let guys finger me. I don’t let anyone go down on me. I don’t even keep condoms in my room. I am also not a stripper! I don’t dance. I don’t do a striptease. I won’t even pose for a client. I am a licensed massage therapist certified by the State of Pennsylvania. I give therapeutic massages with the option of a hand release. So I do it naked – so what? If some guy wants to see my landing strip for $140, why not? But if he wants anything other than a hand job, he knows he can go to any of the other girls here.
I work the oil gently over his shaft while he stretches out flat on the table. I steal a glance at the clock… Damn, it’s only 3:30 – where the Hell’s Trina? Tony finally starts to become hard and I start working his cock with my right hand while massaging his thigh with my left. I realize I’m out of sandwich bread, so I need to hit the store before I go home. I was going to make sloppy joes for dinner, but that will depend on whether my boyfriend Mike is coming over tonight or not.
Tony’s breath finally starts to quicken. I move my left hand from his thigh and start to stroke his balls. He sighs loud and tenses a little bit on the table. Now when was the last time Mike actually cooked for me? We’ve been dating now for 4 months and it seems like ages since he last did anything romantic like that. I hope he’s bringing a movie. I better call him when I’m done here so I don’t have to make a stop at the movie store too. Anything but another kung fu flick.
“Ooooh baby yeah…” I finally hear. Almost forgot you were there Tony! I start working his shaft a little faster. “I like that… faster…” I add a little more speed and throw in an obligatory “You are soooo hard… you gonna come for me?” Some guys like it when you talk, some don’t. Some like to talk dirty, some want you to instead. I can usually read them and Tony is a bit too uptight for anything beyond the typical. I look at the clock again, but then I finally hear a noise outside – Trina is here. About time bitch. Hope you have that twenty you owe me. Not that I’m really mad at her or anything, it’s just that after borrowing $20 for gas, bumming cigarettes off me all day, and those drinks I spotted her on Saturday I get kinda sensitive about the money thing. She also promised me stories of her date last night. I hope she got laid because she needs it to calm the fuck down.
I’m really working Tony’s shaft now. I can always tell when a guy is about to cum – the cock gets really hard at the last second so you need to be paying attention. I can hear Tony breathing heavy, but it’s steady which is not what you want at this point. I can’t wait to ask Trina about last night, so I play my ace… “You wanna grab my ass?”
That worked. He quickly moves his left hand off the table and grabs my right butt cheek. He squeezes it a couple of time before I hear that louder moan, “Yeah that’s it… harder now… harder… that’s it…” I can tell with my right hand that it’s time, so I slow down and ease off so he doesn’t shoot his eye out. He stays pretty quiet as he shoots a couple of small streams of cum onto his belly. I continue to work his dick gently now as his breathing slows. Other girls usually walk away at this point and toss a towel at their client, but not me. I keep going for that extra minute, gently massaging them while their dick shrinks. THAT is one of my secrets for repeat customers. That and always cleaning them up afterwards. Guys seem to really appreciate that part.
I dab a fresh towel in the crock pots hot water, then towel Tony off. He seems a bit winded, but not surprising for a guy his age. He mutters a “Thank you” then slowly sits up. I wipe my hands off then start to put my clothes back on. Oddly enough, the guys don’t like to dress in front of you, so I always make a quick exit at this point and tell them I’ll see them outside. I close the door behind me and take a quick look around in case Trina is booking another customer. Rule #1: Customers should never see other customers - it’s just awkward. I don’t see her so I quickly run to the back room to say hi before I show Tony out.
And that’s just another day in the office. Any questions?
cj
My three o’clock walks in. It’s "Tony" from Philly. He’s been here before, but I wouldn’t call him a regular. He has business up here in Easton, so he stops in once in a while. I booked him for a thirty minute session, then showed him to my room. I told him to get comfortable then left him alone so I could finish booking him in. We don’t keep track of names or anything (for obvious reasons), but Audrey (my boss) insists on keeping strict records of every customer and their time.
3:00 phone-in. 30 minutes.
Since there’s no one else here, I locked the front door and put up the “Back in … minutes” sign on the door. I quickly washed my hands and then went into session. Tony was lying naked on his stomach on the table. Since I hadn’t seen him recently I went over all the options: topless for $70, g-string for $90 and nude for $140. He took the g-string and then fumbled in his pants lying on the floor for the money. I took the cash without counting it (I never count the money in front of the customer) and put it on the shelf next to the aromatherapy candle.
I told him to relax and then asked if he wanted hot oil or baby powder. Most guys prefer oil. Now you can tell the guys with wives or girlfriends at home because they don’t want anything that smells, or is hard to clean up. That’s why we rarely bother with scented massage oils, unless a customer asks for it or brings it in themselves. Single guys don’t care what you use. Tony asks for oil. Now truckers won’t use oil unless you have a shower on site. It’s usually the first thing they ask about when they call the business for the first time.
Now Tony is kind of a boring guy and doesn’t say much, just the occasional “oooooo” or “ouch” when I crack something in his back. Since this is my last customer of the day before Trina (my cute but lazy co-worker) gets here, I rush the massage part a bit and after a few minutes of deep tissue tell him to roll over onto his back. I don’t feel too guilty about rushing it since he’s not talking anyway. Some guys just love to chat and will keep going on and on about their day, their family, their boss, their girlfriend, their job – whatever’s bugging them. But this guy was just lying there so that usually means they just want you to get to the Release.
Since he’s not a regular I feel obligated to give him the speech – “If there’s any part of your body that you would like massaged at this time, please indicate so by placing my hand there.” He takes my right hand and guides it to his semi-erect dick. I give it a quick squeeze and smile (they love that) then I grab the baby oil which has been warming up in the crock pot and lube up my hands. You never apply it directly to their cock. I learned that the hard way.
Now let me explain something at this point – I AM NOT FULL SERVICE. I don’t fuck guys. I don’t suck cock. I don’t let guys finger me. I don’t let anyone go down on me. I don’t even keep condoms in my room. I am also not a stripper! I don’t dance. I don’t do a striptease. I won’t even pose for a client. I am a licensed massage therapist certified by the State of Pennsylvania. I give therapeutic massages with the option of a hand release. So I do it naked – so what? If some guy wants to see my landing strip for $140, why not? But if he wants anything other than a hand job, he knows he can go to any of the other girls here.
I work the oil gently over his shaft while he stretches out flat on the table. I steal a glance at the clock… Damn, it’s only 3:30 – where the Hell’s Trina? Tony finally starts to become hard and I start working his cock with my right hand while massaging his thigh with my left. I realize I’m out of sandwich bread, so I need to hit the store before I go home. I was going to make sloppy joes for dinner, but that will depend on whether my boyfriend Mike is coming over tonight or not.
Tony’s breath finally starts to quicken. I move my left hand from his thigh and start to stroke his balls. He sighs loud and tenses a little bit on the table. Now when was the last time Mike actually cooked for me? We’ve been dating now for 4 months and it seems like ages since he last did anything romantic like that. I hope he’s bringing a movie. I better call him when I’m done here so I don’t have to make a stop at the movie store too. Anything but another kung fu flick.
“Ooooh baby yeah…” I finally hear. Almost forgot you were there Tony! I start working his shaft a little faster. “I like that… faster…” I add a little more speed and throw in an obligatory “You are soooo hard… you gonna come for me?” Some guys like it when you talk, some don’t. Some like to talk dirty, some want you to instead. I can usually read them and Tony is a bit too uptight for anything beyond the typical. I look at the clock again, but then I finally hear a noise outside – Trina is here. About time bitch. Hope you have that twenty you owe me. Not that I’m really mad at her or anything, it’s just that after borrowing $20 for gas, bumming cigarettes off me all day, and those drinks I spotted her on Saturday I get kinda sensitive about the money thing. She also promised me stories of her date last night. I hope she got laid because she needs it to calm the fuck down.
I’m really working Tony’s shaft now. I can always tell when a guy is about to cum – the cock gets really hard at the last second so you need to be paying attention. I can hear Tony breathing heavy, but it’s steady which is not what you want at this point. I can’t wait to ask Trina about last night, so I play my ace… “You wanna grab my ass?”
That worked. He quickly moves his left hand off the table and grabs my right butt cheek. He squeezes it a couple of time before I hear that louder moan, “Yeah that’s it… harder now… harder… that’s it…” I can tell with my right hand that it’s time, so I slow down and ease off so he doesn’t shoot his eye out. He stays pretty quiet as he shoots a couple of small streams of cum onto his belly. I continue to work his dick gently now as his breathing slows. Other girls usually walk away at this point and toss a towel at their client, but not me. I keep going for that extra minute, gently massaging them while their dick shrinks. THAT is one of my secrets for repeat customers. That and always cleaning them up afterwards. Guys seem to really appreciate that part.
I dab a fresh towel in the crock pots hot water, then towel Tony off. He seems a bit winded, but not surprising for a guy his age. He mutters a “Thank you” then slowly sits up. I wipe my hands off then start to put my clothes back on. Oddly enough, the guys don’t like to dress in front of you, so I always make a quick exit at this point and tell them I’ll see them outside. I close the door behind me and take a quick look around in case Trina is booking another customer. Rule #1: Customers should never see other customers - it’s just awkward. I don’t see her so I quickly run to the back room to say hi before I show Tony out.
And that’s just another day in the office. Any questions?
cj
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