Since I started writing down all my weird stories, I have yet to figure out what you guys think. Take Andy for example… I never would have thought that his story would be so controversial. I mean I’ve told you guys stories about hookers and drug addicts and throwing bodies in dumpsters, but people had really strong opinions on what happened to Andy. The best I can figure is that the guys out there are relating to Andy as a fellow customer. Am I getting warm?
Anyway, Andy finally came back this week. I apologized to him once again and said I felt kinda like a jerk for ignoring him last time. He laughed and said it wasn’t really that big of a deal. Now I wasn’t sure if he was just being kind or whatever, and under different circumstances I would have just dropped it right there.
BUT
Since there has been so much interest in this topic, I decided to get to the bottom of this once and for all. I confessed to Andy that afterwards I felt guilty and wanted to find out if what I had done truly insulted him – so I told a few people what had happened (or maybe a few thousand on the internet, but who’s counting?). The opinions I got back were:
1) I was an asshole for treating a customer that way
2) Andy was a perv who obviously found the whole thing kinky
3) A combination of the 2.
Well, Andy had a good laugh at that. And he felt a little embarrassed that his incident got shared with a few people (Oh Gawd – if he only knew). Then he said for the record (and I quote), “To tell you the truth, I think it was a little of both. At first I thought you were being a little selfish when you wouldn’t put your phone down, but only because I look forward to catching up with you and your stories during the massage.”
“But then I started to pay attention to what you were saying on the phone, and I could kind of hear your sister on the other end. Well then I just closed my eyes and relaxed, and after a while I started to feel like a peeping Tom. And I have to admit – it felt kind of dirty but exciting at the same time. Does that make any sense?”
I nodded, but I didn’t want to explain that it took an anonymous reader on the internet to explain it to me.
Andy continued, “So by the time you began to jerk me off, I was already feeling like I was spying on two sisters have a private conversation. And I think it was the whole taboo feeling of it that I pretty much had no trouble cumming.”
There you have it guys – right from the horses mouth. And I tried to quote him as best I could remember. So I guess I can stop feeling guilty about that whole incident and get on with my life.
In fact, it kinda sounds like I may have found a new “option” I could charge for. So whadya think?
1) $50 for calling sister.
2) $60 for calling “boyfriend”
3) $70 for calling mom
4) $100 for calling your wife and pretending to be an “old friend”
CJ
Showing posts with label Andy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Andy. Show all posts
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Apology to Andy
Hey guys...
I've really been feeling guilty about the whole Andy thing. To make it worse, I didn't even bother to talk to him after the session, so I haven't had a chance to say "sorry." When I finally went back to the room for my clothes, he had left the tip on the table and let himself out. We NEVER do that to customers, so I really was a jerk that day.
What I'll probably do is offer him a free upgrade in options next time or maybe a "double." A double is where I give a happy ending at the beginning AND end of the session. 45 minutes is more than enough time for a guy to recuperate. Hopefully that'll smooth things over.
Andy... if you're out there somewhere reading this, I'm truly sorry! Come back and I'll make it up to you!
Boy - what a weird week. I deserve whatever happens to me right now.
CJ
p.s. On a side note, I don't think I'd be comfortable telling ANY of my customers about this blog thing. Can you imagine what their reactions would be????? All their sorded details for the entire internet to see... I think my clientele would suddenly turn into all boring therapeutics, and then where would we be? You'd all be bored and I'd be broke.
So just be thankful that I'm a gossip. LOL
CJ
I've really been feeling guilty about the whole Andy thing. To make it worse, I didn't even bother to talk to him after the session, so I haven't had a chance to say "sorry." When I finally went back to the room for my clothes, he had left the tip on the table and let himself out. We NEVER do that to customers, so I really was a jerk that day.
What I'll probably do is offer him a free upgrade in options next time or maybe a "double." A double is where I give a happy ending at the beginning AND end of the session. 45 minutes is more than enough time for a guy to recuperate. Hopefully that'll smooth things over.
Andy... if you're out there somewhere reading this, I'm truly sorry! Come back and I'll make it up to you!
Boy - what a weird week. I deserve whatever happens to me right now.
CJ
p.s. On a side note, I don't think I'd be comfortable telling ANY of my customers about this blog thing. Can you imagine what their reactions would be????? All their sorded details for the entire internet to see... I think my clientele would suddenly turn into all boring therapeutics, and then where would we be? You'd all be bored and I'd be broke.
So just be thankful that I'm a gossip. LOL
CJ
Thursday, August 21, 2008
My Worst Massage Ever
I have to tell you guys about what happened during session yesterday. I swear, it was probably the worst massage I’ve ever given. I am totally embarrassed to admit it, but I will confess and take full responsibility. I have no excuses. But let me first say that if there are any future customers reading this, I promise I would never ever do this to you.
So let me explain.
My sister and her semi/quasi/part-time/boyfriend had a big fight the other day that bordered on breakup. I hadn’t spoken to her since then so I was dying for the details. I was in the middle of my shift yesterday when my sister finally called me. But just as she started to go into detail, the boyfriend called and she had to take it - swearing up and down she’d call me immediately afterwards.
Just then one of my Regulars, Andy, showed up unexpectedly. I was reluctant to take him, so I kinda stalled for time hoping that she’d call, but after a few minutes I gave up and booked him in. Andy is a really nice guy – quiet, but easy to get along with. He paid for 45 minutes (damn - I can’t wait 45 minutes to call my sister back!) so I just gritted my teeth and took him to the room.
Now at this point you have to understand. My baby sister is on the verge of breaking up and right when she’s about to give me her final decision, the boyfriend calls. Is this a cliffhanger or what? What could I do? Well, I did what anyone would have done – I brought my phone in session and explained to Andy that I was expecting a really really important phone call, but it shouldn’t interfere with anything.
Andy wants a G-string, so I take the phone out of my pocket and place it on the stand next to the lotion warmer. I swear to Gawd, not 10 minutes into the massage, the phone rings. It’s my sister.
“Andy, I gotta take this. You understand, right?” He nods. A nod means its OK – right? Anyway, I wipe my hands on a towel and open the phone to hear my sister crying. So there I am, standing there in nothing but a G-string consoling my sister while poor naked Andy is sprawled on the table.
After a few minutes, I realize that Andy is staring at the clock. “Sorry Andy…” I swear I was gonna tell my sister I’d call her back, but instead I just sort of started rubbing Andy’s back – the phone tucked in my shoulder as I continued to calm my sister. “… Why do you let that asshole treat you like that?... Andy, I’m getting off the phone in 2 minutes, I swear...”
I start working his upper thighs while Sis tells me about the e-mails she found from an ex-girlfriend. “I hear ya… I would have done the exact same thing… OK Andy – flip… Now what did those e-mails say?”
Andy’s being a good sport. He usually doesn’t say much during session anyway, so I don’t feel too guilty. And it’s not like I’m skimping on the massage. Now she’s telling me about the 3 hour argument they had last night as I reach for the warm baby oil. “Close your eyes Andy and relax… He did not!...” Instinctively I started working Andy’s penis with my left hand. “… And you didn’t say anything to him?...” Without even thinking, my right hand slides over his balls. “…why would you let him do that?...You like that Andy, you like my warm hand?...I told you that yesterday!”
At some point, Andy came. I could tell because he touched my hand to make me stop. I looked down – he came alright. “Uh huh… that’s exactly what you should do… Here’s a towel Andy… and I’ll go if you need any help.” I wiped my hands, looked at Andy, and pointed at my phone. “I’m gonna take this outside…Uh… you were saying?...” And I just walked out of my room, completely topless and wandered towards the back room to finish the call. Left my clothes in the room and everything.
And Sis didn’t get off the phone for another half hour. I just sat on the office couch in my G-string while Trina rolled her eyes at me.
So does this make me a bad person? I swear I will never do anything like that to any customer ever again. I know some of you are already offended by my little STD/baby joke, so I'm not helping myself any. Please find it in your hearts to forgive me!
CJ
So let me explain.
My sister and her semi/quasi/part-time/boyfriend had a big fight the other day that bordered on breakup. I hadn’t spoken to her since then so I was dying for the details. I was in the middle of my shift yesterday when my sister finally called me. But just as she started to go into detail, the boyfriend called and she had to take it - swearing up and down she’d call me immediately afterwards.
Just then one of my Regulars, Andy, showed up unexpectedly. I was reluctant to take him, so I kinda stalled for time hoping that she’d call, but after a few minutes I gave up and booked him in. Andy is a really nice guy – quiet, but easy to get along with. He paid for 45 minutes (damn - I can’t wait 45 minutes to call my sister back!) so I just gritted my teeth and took him to the room.
Now at this point you have to understand. My baby sister is on the verge of breaking up and right when she’s about to give me her final decision, the boyfriend calls. Is this a cliffhanger or what? What could I do? Well, I did what anyone would have done – I brought my phone in session and explained to Andy that I was expecting a really really important phone call, but it shouldn’t interfere with anything.
Andy wants a G-string, so I take the phone out of my pocket and place it on the stand next to the lotion warmer. I swear to Gawd, not 10 minutes into the massage, the phone rings. It’s my sister.
“Andy, I gotta take this. You understand, right?” He nods. A nod means its OK – right? Anyway, I wipe my hands on a towel and open the phone to hear my sister crying. So there I am, standing there in nothing but a G-string consoling my sister while poor naked Andy is sprawled on the table.
After a few minutes, I realize that Andy is staring at the clock. “Sorry Andy…” I swear I was gonna tell my sister I’d call her back, but instead I just sort of started rubbing Andy’s back – the phone tucked in my shoulder as I continued to calm my sister. “… Why do you let that asshole treat you like that?... Andy, I’m getting off the phone in 2 minutes, I swear...”
I start working his upper thighs while Sis tells me about the e-mails she found from an ex-girlfriend. “I hear ya… I would have done the exact same thing… OK Andy – flip… Now what did those e-mails say?”
Andy’s being a good sport. He usually doesn’t say much during session anyway, so I don’t feel too guilty. And it’s not like I’m skimping on the massage. Now she’s telling me about the 3 hour argument they had last night as I reach for the warm baby oil. “Close your eyes Andy and relax… He did not!...” Instinctively I started working Andy’s penis with my left hand. “… And you didn’t say anything to him?...” Without even thinking, my right hand slides over his balls. “…why would you let him do that?...You like that Andy, you like my warm hand?...I told you that yesterday!”
At some point, Andy came. I could tell because he touched my hand to make me stop. I looked down – he came alright. “Uh huh… that’s exactly what you should do… Here’s a towel Andy… and I’ll go if you need any help.” I wiped my hands, looked at Andy, and pointed at my phone. “I’m gonna take this outside…Uh… you were saying?...” And I just walked out of my room, completely topless and wandered towards the back room to finish the call. Left my clothes in the room and everything.
And Sis didn’t get off the phone for another half hour. I just sat on the office couch in my G-string while Trina rolled her eyes at me.
So does this make me a bad person? I swear I will never do anything like that to any customer ever again. I know some of you are already offended by my little STD/baby joke, so I'm not helping myself any. Please find it in your hearts to forgive me!
CJ
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