This weekend I had to throw out 2 newbies because they were being such dipshits. I mean, I could use the business just like the next girl, but there are just some breaches of etiquette (and levels of stupidity) that cannot be forgiven. This is what I'm talking about...
When it comes to getting your happy ending, there are certain behaviors that will kill the deal. Look - this is a shady business to begin with so there are certain things we must do to protect both you and me. But if you newbies out there follow my advice, then you'll be merrily on your way to enjoying your first erotic massage.
On The Phone
When on the phone, the First Rule of erotic massage is don't talk about erotic massage. Period. Under no circumstances should you ask about options, extras, or whatever little perversions float your boat.
If you call up, the only things I will discuss on the phone are: door fee, hours we're open, and which girls are working that day. If you ask me "what kind" of massage we provide, my pat answer is "relaxing." And if a caller asks ANYTHING regarding extras, I automatically respond with "we don't do that here" and I hang up. I don't know how many times I end up hanging up on a newbie each week because they pull that stupid shit on the phone.
At The Desk
When standing at the front desk, the Second Rule of erotic massage is don't talk about erotic massage. Our lobby isn't exactly a private space, so as a rule we do not discuss anything regarding extras or options.
This is where I had to throw out a newbie on Saturday. This guy came in and kept trying to get me to talk about what goes on in the room. "My buddy told me I could get a happy ending massage here..."
Listen - that kind of talk will get your ass thrown out of any massage parlor. We will only talk about extras and options inside the room. I don't even like Regulars talking about it at the front desk. It's really in poor taste to discuss your little perversions up front where the phones are and people walking around.
Look, I know that some of you newbies are nervous and want to know up front everything that's going to happen before any money is exchanged, but that's just the way it has to be to protect ourselves. This guy on Saturday was doing his best to get me to admit he could get a handjob, so I finally just told him we're not that kind of place and to take his business elsewhere.
In The Room
The Third Rule of erotic massage is everyone cums (I hope I don't have to pay any royalties to "Fight Club").
One of the most common questions I get from newbies is "How do I ask for a happy ending?" I've gone over this before, but I'll talk about it again for the education of some of the new readers out there. The answer is NEVER. If you're in a genuine massage parlor, then your masseuse will offer you "options" for your massage. This means you're gonna get your happy ending without having to ask for it (did you really think she's taking her top off for therapeutic reasons?).
Now if you're in a therapeutic massage business, the same rule still applies - NEVER ask for a happy ending! Some masseuses may take offense and consider that a little legal term we like to call "solicitation." So technically, you the customer should never have to ask - it is supposed to be offered. That way, there is no confusion as to what is about to happen. And this exchange should ONLY take place inside the room. Heck - I've heard of some parlors where extra's aren't even offered until AFTER the massage is over!
Another rule inside the room is NEVER assume anything is going to take place until you've discussed AND agreed upon it with your masseuse. This brings me to the 2nd asshole I threw out this weekend. This newbie seemed normal on the phone and at the desk... but as soon as that door was closed, he was all over me. I had to shove him off and asked what he thought he was doing. His response was basically "hey - I'm paying for this." So my response was basically "No you're not - so get the fuck out."
NOW REMEMBER - always let the masseuse make the first move. I know a lot of my stories start with something like "a guy came in asking for a blah-and-blah." Well those are Regulars who I already know and trust, so we usually skip the formalities.
So if you're looking for your first massage parlor - relax, sometimes it takes a visit or 2 before you're offered options. If nothing has happened by the 2nd visit, you're probably in a therapeutic spa and it's time to move on. Now I know there are a lot of guys out there that have gotten handjobs from masseuses who did not offer options, but that's a whole other topic that I'll talk about later.
And if nothing else works, just tell your massuese "I know CJ." Good luck newbies!
CJ
Showing posts with label Rules. Show all posts
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Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
The Dress Code
What a crappy weekend. Audrey riding my ass. A cancelled date. Made no money. And to top it off, I’m totally PMSing.
Last week I was reminded that I didn’t explain our dress code. Yes – we have a dress code, which sounds ironic in a Business where we get tipped to take them off. Let me explain.
Ever watch those HBO specials on the Bunny Ranch? Remember all the girls wearing lingerie while hanging around the bar? Well forget all that. Think Gap sales girl (or Abercrombie Fitch in my case). It’s harder to explain what we’re supposed to wear and easier to explain what we can’t. This is a list of what we are NOT allowed to wear to work:
Dressing Don’ts
Tank Tops
T-shirts with dirty captions
Shorts
Swimsuit tops or bottoms
Hip-huggers
Tight jeans
Belly shirts
Low cut shirts
Short skirts or dresses
Heavy makeup
Cargo pants
Heels
Basically, we’re not supposed to wear anything revealing, dirty, or just trashy. In other words, don’t wear anything that a regular masseuse wouldn’t wear, like heels. Shortly after we hired the new girl, Audrey caught her in the back parking lot washing her car IN A BIKINI!!!! Audrey flipped!! In any other business, that wouldn’t have been a big deal, but in our industry we try not to draw attention.
What Audrey would like to see us wearing is harder to explain since nothing is really mandatory. I think the closest comparison I can think of is that we’re supposed to look like the girls in a hair salon – just in case anyone suspicious were to stick their nose in the door.
Dressing Do’s
Khaki’s
Polo shirts
Plain T-shirts
Capri’s
Flats
The funny thing about all these do’s and don’ts is that we only really follow them when Audrey is around. I have what I call my “massage clothes” which are khaki’s and polo shirts – stuff I would almost never wear outside of work, but I save for when I'm on shift with the boss. On days that she isn’t around – jeans and T-shirts baby!
And I can tell you right now that customers don’t give a crap what we wear (especially since it’s usually lying in a crumpled heap on the floor within the first 5 minutes of Session). As for Audrey – she doesn’t follow her rules anyway. Her daily uniform consists of tight black jeans and a rock band T-shirt of some kind. In the winter she may wear a black, frilly shirt – kinda like a bad Stevie Nicks clone.
What we wear underneath the clothes is still our own business (thank God). During a topless massage I’ll usually wear my panties with SpongeBob, pirate skulls or something else cute on them (my favorite pair has a big smiley face). For the occasional G-string option, I keep 3 different ones in my purse – all from Hot Topic.
And before you ask, the answer is NO. We do not keep lingerie, fuck-me heels, riding crops, rubber ducks or anything else on the premises. Anything “special” that a customer wants me to wear he has to bring in then take home himself. And I’ll only wear stuff that’s brand new – No tag, no wear. Oh -- I also charge extra to dress up.
But I can bore you with those stories later on. I need to go yell at something. Then find some chocolate.
CJ
Last week I was reminded that I didn’t explain our dress code. Yes – we have a dress code, which sounds ironic in a Business where we get tipped to take them off. Let me explain.
Ever watch those HBO specials on the Bunny Ranch? Remember all the girls wearing lingerie while hanging around the bar? Well forget all that. Think Gap sales girl (or Abercrombie Fitch in my case). It’s harder to explain what we’re supposed to wear and easier to explain what we can’t. This is a list of what we are NOT allowed to wear to work:
Dressing Don’ts
Tank Tops
T-shirts with dirty captions
Shorts
Swimsuit tops or bottoms
Hip-huggers
Tight jeans
Belly shirts
Low cut shirts
Short skirts or dresses
Heavy makeup
Cargo pants
Heels
Basically, we’re not supposed to wear anything revealing, dirty, or just trashy. In other words, don’t wear anything that a regular masseuse wouldn’t wear, like heels. Shortly after we hired the new girl, Audrey caught her in the back parking lot washing her car IN A BIKINI!!!! Audrey flipped!! In any other business, that wouldn’t have been a big deal, but in our industry we try not to draw attention.
What Audrey would like to see us wearing is harder to explain since nothing is really mandatory. I think the closest comparison I can think of is that we’re supposed to look like the girls in a hair salon – just in case anyone suspicious were to stick their nose in the door.
Dressing Do’s
Khaki’s
Polo shirts
Plain T-shirts
Capri’s
Flats
The funny thing about all these do’s and don’ts is that we only really follow them when Audrey is around. I have what I call my “massage clothes” which are khaki’s and polo shirts – stuff I would almost never wear outside of work, but I save for when I'm on shift with the boss. On days that she isn’t around – jeans and T-shirts baby!
And I can tell you right now that customers don’t give a crap what we wear (especially since it’s usually lying in a crumpled heap on the floor within the first 5 minutes of Session). As for Audrey – she doesn’t follow her rules anyway. Her daily uniform consists of tight black jeans and a rock band T-shirt of some kind. In the winter she may wear a black, frilly shirt – kinda like a bad Stevie Nicks clone.
What we wear underneath the clothes is still our own business (thank God). During a topless massage I’ll usually wear my panties with SpongeBob, pirate skulls or something else cute on them (my favorite pair has a big smiley face). For the occasional G-string option, I keep 3 different ones in my purse – all from Hot Topic.
And before you ask, the answer is NO. We do not keep lingerie, fuck-me heels, riding crops, rubber ducks or anything else on the premises. Anything “special” that a customer wants me to wear he has to bring in then take home himself. And I’ll only wear stuff that’s brand new – No tag, no wear. Oh -- I also charge extra to dress up.
But I can bore you with those stories later on. I need to go yell at something. Then find some chocolate.
CJ
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
CJ Comes Over to the Dark Side - Part 2.5 - The Rules
Did we all have a good 4th of July weekend? Audrey closed the business for 3 days, so I got a much needed break from work. I didn’t do anything productive, just ate and drank with family and friends, plus fireworks on Friday and Saturday. The great thing about Philly is that there are always plenty of fireworks to see. I even had a real date over the weekend with the Brad Pitt clone, but I think he’s getting frustrated because I’ll make out with him, but I won’t let him touch my breasts. But enough stalling…
This is NOT Part 3 of our exciting 3 Part miniseries. I will get to that eventually, but some of you asked exactly how I learned everything I needed to know about the Art of the Happy Ending. When I first started writing about the “birds and bees” talk with Dawn, I actually began to describe all the sorded details of how they did business, but then I got bored with it and thought you all would get bored too. But I guess not. So here ya go… More of the mundane details on how I learned to properly administer a Happy Ending.
Now at the tender age of %^#$ I had already known how to give a decent handjob, but I had never considered it an important job skill. But let me tell ya, back in those days all I pretty much knew how to do was the standard one-handed tug. I mean think about it – in high school, you don’t really have to be particularly good at anything. Just look at an 18 year old the right way, and he’ll get off.
So basically I only had 1 weapon in my erotic arsenal. Dawn never asked if I KNEW how to give a good handjob – she was only concerned that I was WILLING to give one. Looking back, I guess I didn’t realize the full weight of what I had just agreed to cuz if I did, I may have just run back crying to my Spa job. Now that I’m writing this story down, I think that if they told me about the handjobs BEFORE they gave me that first customer, I probably would have just gotten up and left right there in the interview. Instead, my first customer gives me a cash tip bigger than most of my paychecks from the Spa, THEN I’m told what I was supposed to do to earn it.
(But maybe it’s good that I didn’t walk out, else I wouldn’t be here today telling you this exciting story).
After dropping that atomic bomb of a detail, Dawn quickly changed the subject and moved on to more mundane things about how a massage parlor is different from a spa. For example, the next thing she explained was the “options.” She double checked again to make sure I was OK with getting naked in front of strangers, and believe it or not, after that first guy I realized I was. The rooms are dark and it’s just the 2 of us, so who cares – right?
Dawn said I would offer 3 options – topless only, topless while wearing a G-string (Shit – I normally went without back in those days!), and fully naked. Each had its own price, and they were non-negotiable. She then pointed out that most of the girls offer a 4th option – the “Mutual” massage. – but it’s not required and I could work my way up to that. Let me tell ya – I’m glad she said that because even though I had just agreed to the Happy Ending bit, the thought of strangers groping me just freaked me out.
Dawn noticed the look I gave her when she brought it up, so she went on to say that the customers have no right to touch me in the rooms. This bit actually surprised me and made me feel infinitely more comfortable. I’m not sure why, but perhaps it gave me a feeling of control of what happens in session – I can touch you, but you can’t touch me. It was like this little boundary gave me a sense of security, but I would learn soon enough that it was a false sense of security.
“However,” Dawn went on, “you are allowed to let them touch ‘within reason.’” Why on Earth would I WANT them to do that? Ewwwwwwww. Then she explained that it’s all about the tips, and that I could earn extra money by letting the customers touch me. EXTRA money? There’s even more if I let a guy grab my ass? I figured out later that it was in the owners best interest for me to charge as much as possible – partly because it made me a happy worker, but mostly because it meant they could keep their own prices for extras high too.
The last thing she explained was that their sessions ran from 15 to 45 minutes, with the average being 30 minutes. This is different from a Spa where sessions run from 30 minutes to 2 hours. We were to charge the same for options no matter what the length of the session was, so Dee and Dawn wanted us to push the guys towards shorter times. And when I asked how we could possibly squeeze the massage into a 15 minute session (remember – I’m from a Spa), Dawn said “… we don’t. By the time you take your clothes off it’s time for the hand release. Those customers pretty much just want to be finished quickly so they can get outta here. You will learn to love your 15 minute guys.”
As for the 45 minute sessions, Dawn said there’s no point going any longer since you can’t charge extra for options and you’ll just wear yourself out. Plus, they were doing such good business (back then) that they couldn’t afford to take a girl off the floor for any longer. That’s the one and only thing I miss about the old days! Today, sessions are longer, and I rarely see a 15 minute guy anymore. I guess customers want their money’s worth in this economy.
We spent about 30 minutes going over all the ground rules of my new universe, and I tried to concentrate on them and ask intelligent questions since it helped distract me from the thought of giving my first dreaded “hand release.” When I couldn’t think of any more questions, Dawn took me around and formally introduced me to 2 more girls. Six girls in all worked for them, for a total of 8 masseuses.
With the first shift ending, Dee and Dawn left me with a girl I’ll call Candy (since she was a stripper). They wished me luck and said if I had any problems, just let Candy know. Luckily, she was the chatty type so I got a lot of dirt from her (some of which kinda scared me). The first customer at the door she booked in and then passed on to me. I led this 300 pound trucker into 1 of the session rooms and told him to get comfortable.
15 minutes later I was in my car driving 90 MPH and crying my eyes out. I didn’t go back the next day. I didn’t take any calls from Dee or Dawn. I didn’t go back the next day or the day after. And that was my first day in a massage parlor.
CJ
This is NOT Part 3 of our exciting 3 Part miniseries. I will get to that eventually, but some of you asked exactly how I learned everything I needed to know about the Art of the Happy Ending. When I first started writing about the “birds and bees” talk with Dawn, I actually began to describe all the sorded details of how they did business, but then I got bored with it and thought you all would get bored too. But I guess not. So here ya go… More of the mundane details on how I learned to properly administer a Happy Ending.
Now at the tender age of %^#$ I had already known how to give a decent handjob, but I had never considered it an important job skill. But let me tell ya, back in those days all I pretty much knew how to do was the standard one-handed tug. I mean think about it – in high school, you don’t really have to be particularly good at anything. Just look at an 18 year old the right way, and he’ll get off.
So basically I only had 1 weapon in my erotic arsenal. Dawn never asked if I KNEW how to give a good handjob – she was only concerned that I was WILLING to give one. Looking back, I guess I didn’t realize the full weight of what I had just agreed to cuz if I did, I may have just run back crying to my Spa job. Now that I’m writing this story down, I think that if they told me about the handjobs BEFORE they gave me that first customer, I probably would have just gotten up and left right there in the interview. Instead, my first customer gives me a cash tip bigger than most of my paychecks from the Spa, THEN I’m told what I was supposed to do to earn it.
(But maybe it’s good that I didn’t walk out, else I wouldn’t be here today telling you this exciting story).
After dropping that atomic bomb of a detail, Dawn quickly changed the subject and moved on to more mundane things about how a massage parlor is different from a spa. For example, the next thing she explained was the “options.” She double checked again to make sure I was OK with getting naked in front of strangers, and believe it or not, after that first guy I realized I was. The rooms are dark and it’s just the 2 of us, so who cares – right?
Dawn said I would offer 3 options – topless only, topless while wearing a G-string (Shit – I normally went without back in those days!), and fully naked. Each had its own price, and they were non-negotiable. She then pointed out that most of the girls offer a 4th option – the “Mutual” massage. – but it’s not required and I could work my way up to that. Let me tell ya – I’m glad she said that because even though I had just agreed to the Happy Ending bit, the thought of strangers groping me just freaked me out.
Dawn noticed the look I gave her when she brought it up, so she went on to say that the customers have no right to touch me in the rooms. This bit actually surprised me and made me feel infinitely more comfortable. I’m not sure why, but perhaps it gave me a feeling of control of what happens in session – I can touch you, but you can’t touch me. It was like this little boundary gave me a sense of security, but I would learn soon enough that it was a false sense of security.
“However,” Dawn went on, “you are allowed to let them touch ‘within reason.’” Why on Earth would I WANT them to do that? Ewwwwwwww. Then she explained that it’s all about the tips, and that I could earn extra money by letting the customers touch me. EXTRA money? There’s even more if I let a guy grab my ass? I figured out later that it was in the owners best interest for me to charge as much as possible – partly because it made me a happy worker, but mostly because it meant they could keep their own prices for extras high too.
The last thing she explained was that their sessions ran from 15 to 45 minutes, with the average being 30 minutes. This is different from a Spa where sessions run from 30 minutes to 2 hours. We were to charge the same for options no matter what the length of the session was, so Dee and Dawn wanted us to push the guys towards shorter times. And when I asked how we could possibly squeeze the massage into a 15 minute session (remember – I’m from a Spa), Dawn said “… we don’t. By the time you take your clothes off it’s time for the hand release. Those customers pretty much just want to be finished quickly so they can get outta here. You will learn to love your 15 minute guys.”
As for the 45 minute sessions, Dawn said there’s no point going any longer since you can’t charge extra for options and you’ll just wear yourself out. Plus, they were doing such good business (back then) that they couldn’t afford to take a girl off the floor for any longer. That’s the one and only thing I miss about the old days! Today, sessions are longer, and I rarely see a 15 minute guy anymore. I guess customers want their money’s worth in this economy.
We spent about 30 minutes going over all the ground rules of my new universe, and I tried to concentrate on them and ask intelligent questions since it helped distract me from the thought of giving my first dreaded “hand release.” When I couldn’t think of any more questions, Dawn took me around and formally introduced me to 2 more girls. Six girls in all worked for them, for a total of 8 masseuses.
With the first shift ending, Dee and Dawn left me with a girl I’ll call Candy (since she was a stripper). They wished me luck and said if I had any problems, just let Candy know. Luckily, she was the chatty type so I got a lot of dirt from her (some of which kinda scared me). The first customer at the door she booked in and then passed on to me. I led this 300 pound trucker into 1 of the session rooms and told him to get comfortable.
15 minutes later I was in my car driving 90 MPH and crying my eyes out. I didn’t go back the next day. I didn’t take any calls from Dee or Dawn. I didn’t go back the next day or the day after. And that was my first day in a massage parlor.
CJ
Friday, January 25, 2008
Boyfriends - or - How can you date someone when you spend all day jerking guys off
Yes - I have a boyfriend. His name is Tom (not his real name – duh). One of my friends read my earlier post that mentions him and said it would be interesting to talk about. So what’s it like to be in my line of business and have a boyfriend? Well let me tell ya.
No – he doesn’t know. Why? Because I’ve learned over the years that it’s just simpler. He thinks I’m a shampooer at a day salon. It’s a good cover since I technically work in a spa - but instead of washing the blue hair of old ladies, I’m giving handjobs to bald businessmen. Same difference, right? Complaining at the end of the day about customers, co-workers, business – it’s all pretty much the same. And luckily Tom doesn’t ask too many questions.
So why not tell him you ask? Yeah Right! Let me tell you the rules of dating when you’re in “The Business.”
Rule #1 – Don’t date the customers.
For some reason, this is NOT self explanatory. My first boss explained this to me when I first starting working for her. Dating customers ALWAYS ends badly. No exceptions. The pattern is always the same. At first it’s fine because they act like they're soooooo understanding of your job. Next, they start to brag about their job, how much money they earn, and how you should really consider getting out of the business and letting them take care of you.
Then the jealousy starts. It finally dawns on them that you meet guys all day long who claim to be rich – just like them. Then they remember that you're willing to go out with a customer – just like them. Eventually they accuse you of banging every customer, stalking you in the parking lot, claiming you used them for money, following customers home, and finally... threatening to call the police on the business. HAPPENS EVERY TIME.
This doesn’t mean I won’t go out with a customer. In fact, I’ve had some of the best times hanging with guys outside the business. The difference I think is that when a customer asks you out on a date, they assume that you’re as trampy in your personal life as you are in your professional life. WRONG. A $100 tip gets you a topless handjob at work. A $100 dinner gets you nothing if you’re an asshole. Now a customer that truly asks you out as a friend is really showing me a tremendous amount of respect. He’s basically saying he wants to spend time with me not because of what I do for a living, but in spite of it.
Rule #2 – Don’t tell your boyfriend what you do.
This rule has a dozen exceptions that I won’t go into. But in general, my colleagues and I agree that a clueless boyfriend is much easier to deal with than a nosy one for all the reasons that I described above. I’ve tried to come clean with some guys in the past, and it usually ends in jealousy, mistrust, and accusations of cheating. And every fight usually includes the word “whore" from then on.
Now this doesn’t mean that all of us erotic massage therapists hide our business life from our partners. I’ve even known a couple of married women who’s husbands get off on the fact that their wife is a “sex worker” - and get off even more on their paychecks.
Rule #3 – Don’t ever feel guilty about Rules 1 and 2.It’s not worth it. Besides, does anyone really truly know what their partner does for a living? At the beginning of the day I walk into a spa, and at the end of the day I walk out of one. What happens in between is really academic and most guys don’t really give a shit anyway. When I tell guys I'm a shampooer, their eyes usually glaze over, then they go back to staring at my tits.
Look at Tom for example. He runs a small construction crew. They work on houses and stuff, but do I really know EXACTLY what he does all day? I have no clue. He could be doing lines off some whore’s ass in downtown Pottsville while his guys do all the building stuff – I don’t know. I may ask him how his day went when he comes home, but he doesn’t really go into detail, and neither do I. He doesn't really give a crap how my day goes, so why would he care about the messy little details? Do you know what I'm talking about?
Well, my left hand is more tired than usual, so I’m gonna sign off now. If anyone is reading this crap PLEASE ask me some more questions. I’ll probably tell you more about past boyfriends later, and maybe then some of this may make sense. See ya later.
CJ
No – he doesn’t know. Why? Because I’ve learned over the years that it’s just simpler. He thinks I’m a shampooer at a day salon. It’s a good cover since I technically work in a spa - but instead of washing the blue hair of old ladies, I’m giving handjobs to bald businessmen. Same difference, right? Complaining at the end of the day about customers, co-workers, business – it’s all pretty much the same. And luckily Tom doesn’t ask too many questions.
So why not tell him you ask? Yeah Right! Let me tell you the rules of dating when you’re in “The Business.”
Rule #1 – Don’t date the customers.
For some reason, this is NOT self explanatory. My first boss explained this to me when I first starting working for her. Dating customers ALWAYS ends badly. No exceptions. The pattern is always the same. At first it’s fine because they act like they're soooooo understanding of your job. Next, they start to brag about their job, how much money they earn, and how you should really consider getting out of the business and letting them take care of you.
Then the jealousy starts. It finally dawns on them that you meet guys all day long who claim to be rich – just like them. Then they remember that you're willing to go out with a customer – just like them. Eventually they accuse you of banging every customer, stalking you in the parking lot, claiming you used them for money, following customers home, and finally... threatening to call the police on the business. HAPPENS EVERY TIME.
This doesn’t mean I won’t go out with a customer. In fact, I’ve had some of the best times hanging with guys outside the business. The difference I think is that when a customer asks you out on a date, they assume that you’re as trampy in your personal life as you are in your professional life. WRONG. A $100 tip gets you a topless handjob at work. A $100 dinner gets you nothing if you’re an asshole. Now a customer that truly asks you out as a friend is really showing me a tremendous amount of respect. He’s basically saying he wants to spend time with me not because of what I do for a living, but in spite of it.
Rule #2 – Don’t tell your boyfriend what you do.
This rule has a dozen exceptions that I won’t go into. But in general, my colleagues and I agree that a clueless boyfriend is much easier to deal with than a nosy one for all the reasons that I described above. I’ve tried to come clean with some guys in the past, and it usually ends in jealousy, mistrust, and accusations of cheating. And every fight usually includes the word “whore" from then on.
Now this doesn’t mean that all of us erotic massage therapists hide our business life from our partners. I’ve even known a couple of married women who’s husbands get off on the fact that their wife is a “sex worker” - and get off even more on their paychecks.
Rule #3 – Don’t ever feel guilty about Rules 1 and 2.It’s not worth it. Besides, does anyone really truly know what their partner does for a living? At the beginning of the day I walk into a spa, and at the end of the day I walk out of one. What happens in between is really academic and most guys don’t really give a shit anyway. When I tell guys I'm a shampooer, their eyes usually glaze over, then they go back to staring at my tits.
Look at Tom for example. He runs a small construction crew. They work on houses and stuff, but do I really know EXACTLY what he does all day? I have no clue. He could be doing lines off some whore’s ass in downtown Pottsville while his guys do all the building stuff – I don’t know. I may ask him how his day went when he comes home, but he doesn’t really go into detail, and neither do I. He doesn't really give a crap how my day goes, so why would he care about the messy little details? Do you know what I'm talking about?
Well, my left hand is more tired than usual, so I’m gonna sign off now. If anyone is reading this crap PLEASE ask me some more questions. I’ll probably tell you more about past boyfriends later, and maybe then some of this may make sense. See ya later.
CJ
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