I got a kick outta your questions the other day about whether any guy has ever "mis-stroked" and stuck his dick in a place it ain't supposed to be. I thought about it and realized that during a butt release, I am merely inches away from either: A) Full Service, B) Sexual Assault, or C) a combo of A and B. I guess the answer would depend on how I feel about the guy!
The short answer is no, I've never had a guy "accidentally" stick it in me during a butt release. Seems easy enough, but it's the kind of thing I only offer to guys I like and trust. So I thought I'd explain how and when I offer the extras to customers.
For all you newbies out there, "extras" are the little services I offer above and beyond the options. The standard options during a massage are topless, G-string, and nude. The basic extras in the order in which I offer them are:
1) Mutual massage
2) Breast release
3) Butt release
4) Thigh release
5) Facial
I never offer extras to newbies, so at the most they'll get the standard hand release with a view of me unobstructed by clothing. It takes a few visits and me getting to know you before I start offering extras; starting with...
The Mutual Massage
This is where the customer gets to massage me as well. For some guys it's basically an excuse to play with The Girls up close and personal, but some of them really go out of their way to impress me with their massage skills. As you can imagine, I have to feel comfortable with a guy before I'll offer him this extra. Anyone who's pinchy or grabby in the room will never get this offered.
Breast Release
If you've taken the mutual a few times and proven yourself gentle enough with The Girls, then I'll offer this one next. For the new readers out there, this extra is known by the more mundane term of "Titty Fuck." If a customer seems cool enough from the start, I'll offer him this at the same time I offer the mutual.
Now I would be lying if I said I've never done this with a newbie. More than a few time I've had new customers come in here and specifically ask for it. I know I said I have to get to know a guy and trust him before I offer a breast release, but you would be amazed how much trust I've found in a big wad of cash waving in front of my face.
One of my favorite stories is the time a guy came in and just flat out asked to cum on my breasts. No massage. He offered me what I like to refer to as "Rent Money." It would have been mighty unfriendly for me to say No, right? So from the time my shirt hit the floor to the time that he had zipped up and was walking out the door was less than 5 minutes.
Best session EVER.
I swear, it took more time for me to clean the semen off my chest and dress up, than it did for him to whip it out, jerk off and orgasm.
Butt Release
As the name implies, this is where the guy uses my butt cheeks to help him achieve his happy ending. I actually don't get a lot of calls for this one. And as you guys have already guessed, I have to be REALLY comfortable with a customer before I'll offer this. There's nothing more vulnerable than leaning over the massage table with your butt in the air and the guy sliding his cock back and forth mere inches away from my exposed asshole.
Except...
The Thigh Release
We pretty much have to be BFF's before I'll do this one. AND I'll need 2 references. With this release, the guy slides his well lubed cock in between my thighs. I can either be leaning over the table, or lying down on my back. When I'm lying down, it's pretty much as close to fucking as you're gonna get. This one I'm very careful about offering because now you're mere inches from my Cookie, and I need to know ahead of time that you have control over your orgasm and you're not prone to be premature.
Facials
Now if we have to be BFF's for a thigh release, I have to be IN LOVE with you before I'll offer a facial. Actually, I don't so much offer facials as I agree to them (after much nagging, whining, flattery and finally bribery).
Believe it or not, I don't actually charge extra for this most intimate of services. And that's because it's usually tied to another extra like the mutual massage or the breast release. The deal usually goes down something like this...
"I'll take a mutual followed by a breast release. And... er... er...can I cum on your face?"
"Uh... No."
"Puuuuuuullleeeeez?"
"Eww."
"I'll be your best friend?"
"I would, but I just washed my hair and I'm going out straight from work tonight."
"I'll spend half an hour massaging your feet."
"Fine. Just keep that shit away from my eyes."
I hope this has clarified a few things for you guys. Especially why I'm not routinely violated during the standard work week.
CJ
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Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Thursday, October 29, 2009
The Art of the Facial
As you may have noticed, I finally changed my pic. Get used to it, because I'm not changing it again. It was taken a couple of years ago by an ex, and the bra reminded me of today's topic.
Now I kinda understand the appeal of the facial to guys. To begin with, men are just fascinated by their own cum. And I know that you guys enjoy shooting all over us girls as a way of marking your territory (I know - I do this for a living). I'm not knocking it, I'm just saying that I know you guys enjoy the visual of cum splashed breasts, asses and faces. So if some guy wants to pay extra to make a pretty mess, I usually don't mind.
I have to admit that I'm pretty good at making the most of a good cumshot. When a customer asks to cum on The Girls, I have a whole routine I do now. I have a special way of holding them up and out for a tempting target. I also make sexy little faces and say things like "coat me in that hot cum...", etc. And after he's done, I always make it a point to run my fingers through it and comment on what a "mess" he's made. Guys gobble that shit up.
But the facial is a whole step above all that. So, I've only offered it to a very small group of guys that I'm really comfortable with.
Now I know I've made that statement a hundred times before. BUT when it comes to semen on my face, I really really mean it. I have to be practically in love with you. I'm so serious about this that I've rarely agreed to facials with guys that I've dated.
It's not that I have an aversion to semen. I don't mind it's taste or smell. And if it's a boyfriends birthday, I'll even swallow! The problem is that most guys just can't aim. They shoot it all in your eyes, and let me tell you - that shit stings! And cum in the hair??? That shit doesn't come out easily and you pretty much have to jump in the shower. That's why I don't like doing them at work - it's just not worth the hassle no matter how much I'm offered. What's the point of a few extra bucks if I have to spend half an hour washing and drying my hair, or trying not to scare off customers with my "pink eye?"
With that said, I was particularly confused by this one guys request. About 3 years ago, I had this Regular back when EVERYONE was rich (remember those days?). We were seeing each other often, and his thing was lingerie. He would bring in something new each session. Usually it was things like lacey teddys, garters, etc. But this time he had brought just a plain white bra and panties - kinda like the one in the new picture.
It was a Sunday evening and we had the whole place to ourselves. Usually he took a 1 hour massage with me in the lingerie. We would normally finish with me kneeling before him while he stood up and jerked himself off on whatever he bought me. Then he'd take the freshly soiled lingerie home for his own future amusement.
But this particular evening, he said he wanted to "...do something different... I want to cum on your face." I said "sure" since it was the end of the shift and I had time to shower, and he was essentially just moving the target a few inches up on my anatomy. I was already familiar with the scent and feel of his cum on my skin, and he had even splattered my chin and neck a few times by "accident" in the past.
Now here is the part that I want you guys out there to explain to me...
"But" he said, "I don't want you to clean it up immediately." I gave him a weird look. "I want you to just wear it for a bit. Walk around and stuff for a few minutes."
Okaaaaaaaaaaaay. I totally didn't get it but hey, whatever floats your boat. He then proceeded to take care of himself and he shot a rather watery load all over my lips, cheeks and chin.
When he was done, I opened my eyes and asked "can I move now?" only it came out as "...an I ooove ow?" since I was doing my best not to let it ooze between my lips. I spit a few times till I could open my mouth, then I got up and starting cleaning up the room and putting things away. He started throwing his clothes back on, just as if everything was normal.
When I was done, I asked if I could clean up now, and he said "No, I want you to walk to the office and back. Then you can clean yourself off." So I did, and he followed me. I even took an extra minute back there to check some paperwork, being careful not to leave any stains on the desk.
By now, the bra had taken the brunt of the dripping semen which I'm guessing is what he wanted. But my question to all of you out there is what's the deal of me wearing his jizz for a while when he could have just cum directly on the bra? I'm guessing it's a humiliation or power trip thing, but he totally did not act the part and that's why I'm confused.
So there you have it - a facial story, a new picture, and a puzzle to figure out. This should keep you guys busy this weekend.
CJ
Now I kinda understand the appeal of the facial to guys. To begin with, men are just fascinated by their own cum. And I know that you guys enjoy shooting all over us girls as a way of marking your territory (I know - I do this for a living). I'm not knocking it, I'm just saying that I know you guys enjoy the visual of cum splashed breasts, asses and faces. So if some guy wants to pay extra to make a pretty mess, I usually don't mind.
I have to admit that I'm pretty good at making the most of a good cumshot. When a customer asks to cum on The Girls, I have a whole routine I do now. I have a special way of holding them up and out for a tempting target. I also make sexy little faces and say things like "coat me in that hot cum...", etc. And after he's done, I always make it a point to run my fingers through it and comment on what a "mess" he's made. Guys gobble that shit up.
But the facial is a whole step above all that. So, I've only offered it to a very small group of guys that I'm really comfortable with.
Now I know I've made that statement a hundred times before. BUT when it comes to semen on my face, I really really mean it. I have to be practically in love with you. I'm so serious about this that I've rarely agreed to facials with guys that I've dated.
It's not that I have an aversion to semen. I don't mind it's taste or smell. And if it's a boyfriends birthday, I'll even swallow! The problem is that most guys just can't aim. They shoot it all in your eyes, and let me tell you - that shit stings! And cum in the hair??? That shit doesn't come out easily and you pretty much have to jump in the shower. That's why I don't like doing them at work - it's just not worth the hassle no matter how much I'm offered. What's the point of a few extra bucks if I have to spend half an hour washing and drying my hair, or trying not to scare off customers with my "pink eye?"
With that said, I was particularly confused by this one guys request. About 3 years ago, I had this Regular back when EVERYONE was rich (remember those days?). We were seeing each other often, and his thing was lingerie. He would bring in something new each session. Usually it was things like lacey teddys, garters, etc. But this time he had brought just a plain white bra and panties - kinda like the one in the new picture.
It was a Sunday evening and we had the whole place to ourselves. Usually he took a 1 hour massage with me in the lingerie. We would normally finish with me kneeling before him while he stood up and jerked himself off on whatever he bought me. Then he'd take the freshly soiled lingerie home for his own future amusement.
But this particular evening, he said he wanted to "...do something different... I want to cum on your face." I said "sure" since it was the end of the shift and I had time to shower, and he was essentially just moving the target a few inches up on my anatomy. I was already familiar with the scent and feel of his cum on my skin, and he had even splattered my chin and neck a few times by "accident" in the past.
Now here is the part that I want you guys out there to explain to me...
"But" he said, "I don't want you to clean it up immediately." I gave him a weird look. "I want you to just wear it for a bit. Walk around and stuff for a few minutes."
Okaaaaaaaaaaaay. I totally didn't get it but hey, whatever floats your boat. He then proceeded to take care of himself and he shot a rather watery load all over my lips, cheeks and chin.
When he was done, I opened my eyes and asked "can I move now?" only it came out as "...an I ooove ow?" since I was doing my best not to let it ooze between my lips. I spit a few times till I could open my mouth, then I got up and starting cleaning up the room and putting things away. He started throwing his clothes back on, just as if everything was normal.
When I was done, I asked if I could clean up now, and he said "No, I want you to walk to the office and back. Then you can clean yourself off." So I did, and he followed me. I even took an extra minute back there to check some paperwork, being careful not to leave any stains on the desk.
By now, the bra had taken the brunt of the dripping semen which I'm guessing is what he wanted. But my question to all of you out there is what's the deal of me wearing his jizz for a while when he could have just cum directly on the bra? I'm guessing it's a humiliation or power trip thing, but he totally did not act the part and that's why I'm confused.
So there you have it - a facial story, a new picture, and a puzzle to figure out. This should keep you guys busy this weekend.
CJ
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Trina and the Hand Job
Trina was soooooo pissed off when I came to work today. She was just finishing up day shift when she took her last customer. She thought it was going to be an easy 30 minute session, and a little bit of extra money for the road. Anyway, as she's giving this guy a hand release he isn't making any noise. Not a big deal, some customers are the quiet type. Now we're professionals, and it's our job to get you guys off, but a LITTLE bit of feedback would be nice!
Normally we shoot the jizz onto the customers belly for an easy cleanup. Unfortunately, Trina thought the guy was just getting hard and was working him straight up and down. That's when it happened.
POW!
Cum everywhere. And he was a real sprayer too! He shot straight up with little beads of jizz all over her face. It got into her eyelashes, it got into her hair, and a glob even ended up dangling on her nose. She said she totally froze for about 10 seconds. The guy kept cuming, even though her hand stopped moving. That first blast just did her in. When she finally came back to her senses, she tried to wipe up her face as best she could (luckily she didn't get any in her eyes - that shit burns!), but what was really pissing her off was her hair. Guys - you wanna tick off your girlfriend? Just cum in her hair. That shit gets sticky and it's hard to wash out. And when you're at work, you don't want to have to jump into the shower and wash your hair after every customer. I know we're "sex" workers, but we don't want to look like we're sex workers.
So there she is - cum glazed hair, her shift is over, and now she can't leave the building until she showers. And all that for $80. (Last guy who came on MY face was not by accident, and he paid me a very pretty penny for that honor. But that's for another time...)
Now I told you that story to tell you this one. I just discovered that Trina has raised her rates. She went from $60 to $80 for the topless option. At first I was surprised and started to argue that we can't do that without Audrey's approval. Then I remembered that Audrey has already thrown us under the bus. Audrey was NEVER charging what we charge. I feel like its every man for himself around here, so I let it go. Time to change my rates too. Sorry guys - but by the time you read this it'll be too late - my rates have just gone up. It now costs me $20 a day in gas just to get here!!!
But Trina's rates aren't what I wanted to talk about. Trina is my best friend. We both got our Massage Licenses together oh-so-many years ago. We both worked legitimate salons for a while, but it was Trina who made the first move to the Dark Side. Hers is a funny story. I was working at an upscale place near downtown, catering to rich housewives, while she was working a dingy hair and nail place by the turnpike. Her job was legit, but every now and then she would get these guys who would ask her for a "Happy Ending." The first time she was shocked and offended. The second time she was just offended. And by the 20th time she was just annoyed. What was so great about a Happy Ending that they were willing to pay extra money for one?
Well you're probably thinking that one day Trina decided to just take some guy up on his offer and she loved hand jobs so much she never looked back. WRONG. The Hand Job is the bane of all licensed massage therapists. It's that line between good and evil, right and wrong, and legal/illegal. It's the difference between a state licensed professional healthcare provider and a Whore. It's that point in Star Wars where Darth Vader says "Give in to your anger...and feel the Power of the Dark Side!" Do you get my point????? It's really that big of a deal to us!
However, the Almighty Hand Job is also the difference between Luxury and Poverty, New Car and Public Bus, or Macy's and Goodwill. For Trina, it became the difference between Apartment and Homeless. She's always been a sucker for abusive boyfriends (a total self esteem thing that I won't go into), and there was this one guy who ended up ripping her off for almost everything she had. So there she was with no money, no options and no friends (we had lost touch at this point, else I would have helped her out, or made this guy disappear, or a combination of the 2). In legit massage, we typically get $40 - $80 per session, but the salon can take up to half. And tips? Forget it. Biggest tip you'll get is $20. And poor Trina was supplementing her income by doing nails when she wasn't in session.
Rent money can be a mighty big motivator. So big, that Trina left her salon one day and applied for a job in her towns one known massage parlor. She told me that she made the decision all on her own and had no regrets or reservations. She just walked on in and asked for a job. And with her massage license, she was most welcome since they can always show that off to any cops who start nosing around. And that was it. Nothing quite as dramatic as a Lifetime TV special about hooker housewives. It was just another career decision, as far as she was concerned.
When we finally got back in touch and she told me her story, I was disgusted and intrigued at the same time. The idea that my classmate had lowered herself to this level really disappointed me. But I couldn't believe the mad money she was earning. Now I know you're all wondering what her first illegal hand job was like. Apparently it wasn't nearly as traumatic for her as I would have thought. Her first customer was this old guy who was a regular at that business. He didn't ask for anything weird or kinky. She said the hardest thing for her was taking her clothes off for a total stranger. Trina has always been big boned for as long as I've known her. She's always had issues with getting naked with a boyfriend for the first time, but she explained to me that getting naked for a total stranger FOR MONEY was a completely different experience.
In her relationships, she used her body and sex to get guys to like her. Now in The Business, guys are now offering her money for what she normally just gave up. Totally messed with her head. Took her a long time to get used to that, and even longer before she realized she could use this to her advantage.
As for me, I'll save my first hand job story for later. Let's just say that it's as far from Trina's story as possible.
Keep those questions coming guys!
CJ
Normally we shoot the jizz onto the customers belly for an easy cleanup. Unfortunately, Trina thought the guy was just getting hard and was working him straight up and down. That's when it happened.
POW!
Cum everywhere. And he was a real sprayer too! He shot straight up with little beads of jizz all over her face. It got into her eyelashes, it got into her hair, and a glob even ended up dangling on her nose. She said she totally froze for about 10 seconds. The guy kept cuming, even though her hand stopped moving. That first blast just did her in. When she finally came back to her senses, she tried to wipe up her face as best she could (luckily she didn't get any in her eyes - that shit burns!), but what was really pissing her off was her hair. Guys - you wanna tick off your girlfriend? Just cum in her hair. That shit gets sticky and it's hard to wash out. And when you're at work, you don't want to have to jump into the shower and wash your hair after every customer. I know we're "sex" workers, but we don't want to look like we're sex workers.
So there she is - cum glazed hair, her shift is over, and now she can't leave the building until she showers. And all that for $80. (Last guy who came on MY face was not by accident, and he paid me a very pretty penny for that honor. But that's for another time...)
Now I told you that story to tell you this one. I just discovered that Trina has raised her rates. She went from $60 to $80 for the topless option. At first I was surprised and started to argue that we can't do that without Audrey's approval. Then I remembered that Audrey has already thrown us under the bus. Audrey was NEVER charging what we charge. I feel like its every man for himself around here, so I let it go. Time to change my rates too. Sorry guys - but by the time you read this it'll be too late - my rates have just gone up. It now costs me $20 a day in gas just to get here!!!
But Trina's rates aren't what I wanted to talk about. Trina is my best friend. We both got our Massage Licenses together oh-so-many years ago. We both worked legitimate salons for a while, but it was Trina who made the first move to the Dark Side. Hers is a funny story. I was working at an upscale place near downtown, catering to rich housewives, while she was working a dingy hair and nail place by the turnpike. Her job was legit, but every now and then she would get these guys who would ask her for a "Happy Ending." The first time she was shocked and offended. The second time she was just offended. And by the 20th time she was just annoyed. What was so great about a Happy Ending that they were willing to pay extra money for one?
Well you're probably thinking that one day Trina decided to just take some guy up on his offer and she loved hand jobs so much she never looked back. WRONG. The Hand Job is the bane of all licensed massage therapists. It's that line between good and evil, right and wrong, and legal/illegal. It's the difference between a state licensed professional healthcare provider and a Whore. It's that point in Star Wars where Darth Vader says "Give in to your anger...and feel the Power of the Dark Side!" Do you get my point????? It's really that big of a deal to us!
However, the Almighty Hand Job is also the difference between Luxury and Poverty, New Car and Public Bus, or Macy's and Goodwill. For Trina, it became the difference between Apartment and Homeless. She's always been a sucker for abusive boyfriends (a total self esteem thing that I won't go into), and there was this one guy who ended up ripping her off for almost everything she had. So there she was with no money, no options and no friends (we had lost touch at this point, else I would have helped her out, or made this guy disappear, or a combination of the 2). In legit massage, we typically get $40 - $80 per session, but the salon can take up to half. And tips? Forget it. Biggest tip you'll get is $20. And poor Trina was supplementing her income by doing nails when she wasn't in session.
Rent money can be a mighty big motivator. So big, that Trina left her salon one day and applied for a job in her towns one known massage parlor. She told me that she made the decision all on her own and had no regrets or reservations. She just walked on in and asked for a job. And with her massage license, she was most welcome since they can always show that off to any cops who start nosing around. And that was it. Nothing quite as dramatic as a Lifetime TV special about hooker housewives. It was just another career decision, as far as she was concerned.
When we finally got back in touch and she told me her story, I was disgusted and intrigued at the same time. The idea that my classmate had lowered herself to this level really disappointed me. But I couldn't believe the mad money she was earning. Now I know you're all wondering what her first illegal hand job was like. Apparently it wasn't nearly as traumatic for her as I would have thought. Her first customer was this old guy who was a regular at that business. He didn't ask for anything weird or kinky. She said the hardest thing for her was taking her clothes off for a total stranger. Trina has always been big boned for as long as I've known her. She's always had issues with getting naked with a boyfriend for the first time, but she explained to me that getting naked for a total stranger FOR MONEY was a completely different experience.
In her relationships, she used her body and sex to get guys to like her. Now in The Business, guys are now offering her money for what she normally just gave up. Totally messed with her head. Took her a long time to get used to that, and even longer before she realized she could use this to her advantage.
As for me, I'll save my first hand job story for later. Let's just say that it's as far from Trina's story as possible.
Keep those questions coming guys!
CJ
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