You're not gonna believe this one... I was working with Rose the other night - just chilling in the back office watching some gory documentary about the Detroit ER room on the Discovery Channel - when I hear the pitter-patter of naked feet coming down the hall.
There was Rose, wrapped only in a towel. I know she's a newbie, but now what?
"Uh CJ... I got a really weird question for you."
I sent Rose into session about a half hour ago with a Regular I trust, so she must have been almost finished. She's obviously not upset, so I assume nothing is wrong. So by a "weird" question for me, I guess she means she just got a weird question herself. "What's wrong Rose?" I ask in a why are you interrupting my favorite show tone of voice.
"That guy you gave me... Well, he asked me to do something really weird, and I wasn't sure if it was allowed or not." She looked down at her feet. "I mean, normally I would have just said 'no' but he offered me like A LOT of cash to do it." Now she looked up at me all embarrased. "I just wanted to see what you'd do" she asked hopefully.
Wow. A moral dilemma that she actually wants my help with? I feel so wise all of a sudden. I'm wondering what it is since she's already performed a few "extras" including a Double and nipple play. "What... Did Ronnie ask you to blow him? He knows the rules, so if he did I'll throw his ass out right now." I was serious! I don't need this shit - at least not on my shift.
"No, it was nothing like that. We were like right at the ending when I asked him to relax and close his eyes just like you told me to do. That's when he asks if I'd mind doing a 'thigh release.' I was like 'What is that?' and he was like 'Get on all fours and I slide it in between your legs.' And I was like 'uhhhhhh... I don't think so!' And he was like 'I'll pay you $200.' And that was when I decided to come ask you."
Talking to Rose is like pulling teeth. I hope I captured some of that here. Anyway, I told her it was fine if she's comfortable with it, and no - it's not sex if he slides it in between her thighs. Actually I was feeling a bit put off since Good Old Ronnie hasn't asked me for a thigh release in ages.
When they were done, I sat Rose down and explained the "birds and bees" of the extras. Girls wandering the hallways in towels to ask me questions isn't good for business. So here is a beginners guide to "Extras" or the variations to the happy ending. And remember - anything above and beyond the hand release costs ya extra.
Breast Release
Basically titty fucking. My technique involves the guy lubing up his own dick while he sits on the edge of the table. Then I lean over him while cupping The Girls with my hands. Since my hands are dry, I can control them better while I work them up and down over his shaft. A variation of this involves me lying on my back, or in a chair, while the guy stands or leans over me. In this position, he does all the work. I prefer the one where he lies down since I won't end up with a load of semen in my hair.
Butt Release
Here the guy's dick is rubbed in between the ass cheeks. I've also heard this called an 'Italian' I think. Anyway, the first time I was asked about this, I was a tender young newbie. Hell, I thought he wanted anal until he explained it to me. My very first reaction to this concept was "Ewwwwwwwwww... won't you get shit all over it?" The wad of cash he showed me convinced me it was quite sanitary and perfectly normal. The guy usually finishes on the ass or back.
Thigh Release
While bent over and legs together, the guy humps in between the thighs from behind. A variation I'll do is me on my back while he lies on top and pretends like we're fucking. Needless to say, the 2nd variation I will only do with guys I'm really comfortable with. Good breath helps too. In this position, he'll usually finish on my stomach or breasts.
Dog Humper
The guy basically dry humps the lower leg. Also called 'leg humping.' Usually ends with the guy finishing on your calf or foot. Another variation is the guy humping the back of the thigh. Guys especially like this when you have a nice muscular back where you can see the dimples on either side of the coccyx (yes, I'm rather proud of my backside). In this case the guy almost always insists on finishing on my back.
Foot Release
Self explanatory. Stick it in between the feet and hump away. I get a LOT of these. I normally charge an extra $80 just for the release, or $120 if they want to finish on my feet. Some guys will bring in pantyhose or thigh highs for me to wear (or in some cases, to tie around their pricks). Lingerie MUST be new with the tags, and I charge an extra $100 for wearing outfits.
Probably the weirdest one of these I got was a guy who brought pantyhose - but not for me to wear. He stuck them in his mouth while we did a standard foot release. When he finally came, I thought he was going to choke to death! And in case you were wondering, I didn't charge him extra for bringing lingerie.
Prostate Massage
In this extreme technique, you stick a finger up the guys ass and massage his prostate while jerking him off. I DO NOT DO THIS NOR WILL I EVER. But girls I've known who provide this can make mucho $$$. They wear rubber gloves and lube their finger up really good. Personally, that's just something I can do without.
However, when a customer brings in other assorted devices or paraphenilia to simulate my finger - then we'll talk! LOL Heck - I can do a whole talk just on strap-ons alone!
Hope this clears a few things up with you guys. Any questions?
CJ
Showing posts with label hand release. Show all posts
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Thursday, October 30, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
Balls
It took me about 2 years of giving hand releases before I even touched a customers balls. Heck – back then I didn’t even like touching the ones on my boyfriend. Looking back I can’t figure out why, but I imagine I thought they were just gross.
Now this was back in the days when I was still the One-Handed-Tug Queen. Then one day I was complaining to one of the girls about how I was getting tired of guys that really had to be worked hard. She asked me some questions and finally suggested I must be doing it wrong!
Wrong? What could I possibly be screwing up with the most simple and basic form of masculine stimulation?
1 – Grab
2 – Up
3 – Down
4 – Repeat 2-3 as necessary
She said, “No no no…you gotta stroke their balls.”
“Ewwwwwwwwwwwww!!!! Some guys ask me to do that, and I think that’s just gross.” I protested. Really – there’s not much about balls to be attracted to. They look funny and sometimes smell (Come on guys – you wipe AWAY from the balls, not towards. Get a clue).
“Yeah it’s gross. You don’t have to do it with every guy, but the next time you have a problem customer, just reach over with your free hand and start stroking his balls. He’ll cum in 2 seconds.”
WHY DIDN’T ANYONE TELL ME THIS SOONER? Hell – even McDonalds has training videos.
I have to tell you, from that point on my job got waaaaaaaaaay easier. And it saved my arm from tennis elbow! Not only did it help with the problem guys, but I quickly discovered that if I used it with ALL my customers, I could cut my happy ending time in half! Suddenly balls became a girls best friend. From that day forward, I started going straight for them when it was time.
Ironically, it backfired on me. I backed off on the ball stroking thing after a while because it was working TOO well. Some guys complained that I was cutting their time by making them cum too quickly. Well excuse me! Then I also realized that by shortening the happy ending, I had to make it up with massage time. So after much trial and error I eventually settled on a happy medium.
1) Grab
2) Up
3) Down
4) Repeat as necessary, else…
5) Grab balls
6) Repeat 2-3 as neccesary
Now guys felt like they were getting their money’s worth in the happy ending, and I was saving my elbow for my future career as a tennis star.
Balls were perhaps my biggest breakthrough in my hand release technique. As time went by I picked up other “aces” I could play such as dirty talk, the booby bounce, and my favorite – the ass grab. When a guy needs that extra bit of uuuumph to finish, asking him to grab my ass is pretty much a sure thing.
There ought to be some sort of training materials for this stuff. Perhaps an “Erotic Massage for Dummies” book. Maybe I’ll start working on that this weekend. Yeah right.
CJ
Now this was back in the days when I was still the One-Handed-Tug Queen. Then one day I was complaining to one of the girls about how I was getting tired of guys that really had to be worked hard. She asked me some questions and finally suggested I must be doing it wrong!
Wrong? What could I possibly be screwing up with the most simple and basic form of masculine stimulation?
1 – Grab
2 – Up
3 – Down
4 – Repeat 2-3 as necessary
She said, “No no no…you gotta stroke their balls.”
“Ewwwwwwwwwwwww!!!! Some guys ask me to do that, and I think that’s just gross.” I protested. Really – there’s not much about balls to be attracted to. They look funny and sometimes smell (Come on guys – you wipe AWAY from the balls, not towards. Get a clue).
“Yeah it’s gross. You don’t have to do it with every guy, but the next time you have a problem customer, just reach over with your free hand and start stroking his balls. He’ll cum in 2 seconds.”
WHY DIDN’T ANYONE TELL ME THIS SOONER? Hell – even McDonalds has training videos.
I have to tell you, from that point on my job got waaaaaaaaaay easier. And it saved my arm from tennis elbow! Not only did it help with the problem guys, but I quickly discovered that if I used it with ALL my customers, I could cut my happy ending time in half! Suddenly balls became a girls best friend. From that day forward, I started going straight for them when it was time.
Ironically, it backfired on me. I backed off on the ball stroking thing after a while because it was working TOO well. Some guys complained that I was cutting their time by making them cum too quickly. Well excuse me! Then I also realized that by shortening the happy ending, I had to make it up with massage time. So after much trial and error I eventually settled on a happy medium.
1) Grab
2) Up
3) Down
4) Repeat as necessary, else…
5) Grab balls
6) Repeat 2-3 as neccesary
Now guys felt like they were getting their money’s worth in the happy ending, and I was saving my elbow for my future career as a tennis star.
Balls were perhaps my biggest breakthrough in my hand release technique. As time went by I picked up other “aces” I could play such as dirty talk, the booby bounce, and my favorite – the ass grab. When a guy needs that extra bit of uuuumph to finish, asking him to grab my ass is pretty much a sure thing.
There ought to be some sort of training materials for this stuff. Perhaps an “Erotic Massage for Dummies” book. Maybe I’ll start working on that this weekend. Yeah right.
CJ
Thursday, July 10, 2008
CJ Comes Over to the Dark Side - Part 3 - My First and Last Day as an Erotic Masseuse
I think you guys have been wondering why I’ve taken so long to talk about my introduction to erotic massage. I’ve been stalling on purpose since it wasn’t a particularly happy memory for me.
Anyways, to continue the story… This was my 2nd customer of the day, and how could things get any worse? I led this 300 pound trucker guy into a room and tell him to get comfortable. I go back to the front and ask Candy for any last minute tips, and she tells me not to be nervous, to just act totally business like and everything should be fine.
I go back in the room and dim the lights. This guy has stripped down to his underwear and is sitting up on the massage table. I’ve massaged women this size before, but never a man! I’m just wondering how I’m going to get through all that body hair. I try not to act nervous and just go through the script that Dawn had me rehearse, “Hi, my name is CJ. Our options are topless for $40, $60 for G-string and $100 for fully nude.”
Almost too quickly he replies, “I want you naked.”
Okaaaaaaaay… that was a little bit creepy the way he said “naked.” He doesn’t say anything else as I quickly take my clothes off. I remember what Dawn said about us not being strippers, and that it’s perfectly OK just to ditch the clothes without acting it up. I had to borrow a G-string from Candy (just in case this guy wanted that option) so in a way I was kinda glad I didn’t need it. But right then I started to feel really self conscious about the way he was just staring at me.
Oh shit! I almost forgot about the money! Rule #5 – always get cash up front. “Oh I almost forgot mister. That’ll be $100.”
He just keeps staring at me, and now he answers way too slowly. “I only pay $60.”
Now I’m getting nervous and a bit irritated. Rule #3 – options are non-negotiable. “Uh… I’m sorry mister, but I can only do a G-string for $60.” Rules are rules, and in a small way I feel like I can wield them like a shield of some kind. Hey – it’s all I had while I was standing naked in front of a 300 pound man. “You gotta pay $100 for the nude option.”
He gets up off the table. “For $100 I wanna blowjob.” Standing I can see he’s easily a foot and half taller than me. “I always get a blowjob” he repeats, but now he’s saying it like a threat. These rooms are about 10 x 12, so with him standing up he’s already within arms reach. Without realizing it, I backed up against the wall. I looked at the door just long enough for him to notice. “You fucking bitch. Where do you think you’re going?”
That was it for me. I completely forgot I was naked, but remembered everything I had learned in that rough neighborhood I grew up in. In 2 seconds I had slipped past him and was out that door. Fully naked, I made a dash straight to the bathroom while screaming “CANDY! CANDY!”
I’ll be the first to admit I didn’t think my escape plan through. I’m in an unfamiliar place surrounded by strangers, so I jumped in the 1 room I knew I could lock. And my purse and phone were in the office! Of course I didn’t realize any of this until that door was locked behind me.
From outside I can hear “Fuck you!” and “Fuck this!” and “Fuck that!” mixed in with other bits of yelling. Now I gotta hand it to strippers – they sure know how to manhandle a guy. I don’t know if Candy was packing or knew Kung Fu or whatever, but eventually the yelling stopped and she came and got me outta that bathroom.
But by then I was a hysterical wreck… so I hesitantly went back in that room to throw my clothes back on, grabbed my phone and purse, mumbled an apology to Candy, and ran for my car. All I remember about the ride home was that I drove way too fast, while my phone kept ringing and ringing. I went straight to my mom’s house and stayed there for a couple days.
I quit the Spa job and just sort of bummed around for a couple weeks. Neither the boyfriend nor mom seemed to care. Dee and Dawn called a bunch of times those first few days, but eventually stopped. I talked to Rita and she said that the trucker guy had been banned from the business. Apparently he had called up a few times threatening me and even threatened to call the police. I wasn’t the first person he had harassed, but I was the first that the owners had heard about up till then.
Two weeks went by before I finally got the nerve to call them back. I had no intention of returning, just wanted to explain myself in person instead of through Rita. One thing led to another and before I hung up I had agreed to give them another try. I don’t know what I was thinking when you consider everything that had happened 2 weeks before over the space of 2 hours. Maybe it was the empty checking account or the fact that my mom and boyfriend were getting on my nerves with me being home all the time. Oh well.
So there I was the next day, ready for the beginning of my very first shift. The funny thing is that after all that drama before, the idea of the Happy Ending wasn’t the biggest thing worrying me – it was wearing a G-string. I hated those things (still do) and was only hoping no one would want that as an option. I had purchased a bunch the night before - and they were sitting safely inside my purse.
Ironically, I really have no memory of my first “full” customer. I just remember him being a normal guy and a normal session. It was a topless option, so most of the stress was off me. As instructed, I kept my eye on the clock for the end of the session, then told him to lay back and relax. I had never given a handjob before using baby oil, so I over-lubed my left hand then gave him the speech, “If there is any remaining part of your body you would like massaged at this time, please indicate by placing my hand there.”
Guess where he guided my hand? Duh.
And then I did what I had always done with the boyfriends – one hand firmly on the thigh, and the other one doing the good old-fashioned one-handed tug. Now I had rarely ever done a handjob to completion before, so I was actually surprised when he started to moan. Usually the boyfriends would just make me stop when they got hard – looking back I think those few times they came was by mistake!
So there I was tugging away. Well, I must have been doing something right because after a moment he started to moan louder. I asked if I was hurting him, and he gave me a big “Gawd No!” I kept tugging away and eventually he tensed up and gave out a load moan, then came all over his stomach. Up till that moment I had never really paid attention to a penis shooting cum before. As he lied there catching his breath, I remember thinking “Cool...”
And THAT my friends is how CJ gave her first Happy Ending. Not much has changed since then, except that I’ve gotten better at it. I still hate wearing G-strings (I keep 1 in my pocket at work – just in case). And I’m still fascinated with the male ejaculation (I think it’s a power-trip thing).
Oh – and I now carry a taser.
CJ
Anyways, to continue the story… This was my 2nd customer of the day, and how could things get any worse? I led this 300 pound trucker guy into a room and tell him to get comfortable. I go back to the front and ask Candy for any last minute tips, and she tells me not to be nervous, to just act totally business like and everything should be fine.
I go back in the room and dim the lights. This guy has stripped down to his underwear and is sitting up on the massage table. I’ve massaged women this size before, but never a man! I’m just wondering how I’m going to get through all that body hair. I try not to act nervous and just go through the script that Dawn had me rehearse, “Hi, my name is CJ. Our options are topless for $40, $60 for G-string and $100 for fully nude.”
Almost too quickly he replies, “I want you naked.”
Okaaaaaaaay… that was a little bit creepy the way he said “naked.” He doesn’t say anything else as I quickly take my clothes off. I remember what Dawn said about us not being strippers, and that it’s perfectly OK just to ditch the clothes without acting it up. I had to borrow a G-string from Candy (just in case this guy wanted that option) so in a way I was kinda glad I didn’t need it. But right then I started to feel really self conscious about the way he was just staring at me.
Oh shit! I almost forgot about the money! Rule #5 – always get cash up front. “Oh I almost forgot mister. That’ll be $100.”
He just keeps staring at me, and now he answers way too slowly. “I only pay $60.”
Now I’m getting nervous and a bit irritated. Rule #3 – options are non-negotiable. “Uh… I’m sorry mister, but I can only do a G-string for $60.” Rules are rules, and in a small way I feel like I can wield them like a shield of some kind. Hey – it’s all I had while I was standing naked in front of a 300 pound man. “You gotta pay $100 for the nude option.”
He gets up off the table. “For $100 I wanna blowjob.” Standing I can see he’s easily a foot and half taller than me. “I always get a blowjob” he repeats, but now he’s saying it like a threat. These rooms are about 10 x 12, so with him standing up he’s already within arms reach. Without realizing it, I backed up against the wall. I looked at the door just long enough for him to notice. “You fucking bitch. Where do you think you’re going?”
That was it for me. I completely forgot I was naked, but remembered everything I had learned in that rough neighborhood I grew up in. In 2 seconds I had slipped past him and was out that door. Fully naked, I made a dash straight to the bathroom while screaming “CANDY! CANDY!”
I’ll be the first to admit I didn’t think my escape plan through. I’m in an unfamiliar place surrounded by strangers, so I jumped in the 1 room I knew I could lock. And my purse and phone were in the office! Of course I didn’t realize any of this until that door was locked behind me.
From outside I can hear “Fuck you!” and “Fuck this!” and “Fuck that!” mixed in with other bits of yelling. Now I gotta hand it to strippers – they sure know how to manhandle a guy. I don’t know if Candy was packing or knew Kung Fu or whatever, but eventually the yelling stopped and she came and got me outta that bathroom.
But by then I was a hysterical wreck… so I hesitantly went back in that room to throw my clothes back on, grabbed my phone and purse, mumbled an apology to Candy, and ran for my car. All I remember about the ride home was that I drove way too fast, while my phone kept ringing and ringing. I went straight to my mom’s house and stayed there for a couple days.
I quit the Spa job and just sort of bummed around for a couple weeks. Neither the boyfriend nor mom seemed to care. Dee and Dawn called a bunch of times those first few days, but eventually stopped. I talked to Rita and she said that the trucker guy had been banned from the business. Apparently he had called up a few times threatening me and even threatened to call the police. I wasn’t the first person he had harassed, but I was the first that the owners had heard about up till then.
Two weeks went by before I finally got the nerve to call them back. I had no intention of returning, just wanted to explain myself in person instead of through Rita. One thing led to another and before I hung up I had agreed to give them another try. I don’t know what I was thinking when you consider everything that had happened 2 weeks before over the space of 2 hours. Maybe it was the empty checking account or the fact that my mom and boyfriend were getting on my nerves with me being home all the time. Oh well.
So there I was the next day, ready for the beginning of my very first shift. The funny thing is that after all that drama before, the idea of the Happy Ending wasn’t the biggest thing worrying me – it was wearing a G-string. I hated those things (still do) and was only hoping no one would want that as an option. I had purchased a bunch the night before - and they were sitting safely inside my purse.
Ironically, I really have no memory of my first “full” customer. I just remember him being a normal guy and a normal session. It was a topless option, so most of the stress was off me. As instructed, I kept my eye on the clock for the end of the session, then told him to lay back and relax. I had never given a handjob before using baby oil, so I over-lubed my left hand then gave him the speech, “If there is any remaining part of your body you would like massaged at this time, please indicate by placing my hand there.”
Guess where he guided my hand? Duh.
And then I did what I had always done with the boyfriends – one hand firmly on the thigh, and the other one doing the good old-fashioned one-handed tug. Now I had rarely ever done a handjob to completion before, so I was actually surprised when he started to moan. Usually the boyfriends would just make me stop when they got hard – looking back I think those few times they came was by mistake!
So there I was tugging away. Well, I must have been doing something right because after a moment he started to moan louder. I asked if I was hurting him, and he gave me a big “Gawd No!” I kept tugging away and eventually he tensed up and gave out a load moan, then came all over his stomach. Up till that moment I had never really paid attention to a penis shooting cum before. As he lied there catching his breath, I remember thinking “Cool...”
And THAT my friends is how CJ gave her first Happy Ending. Not much has changed since then, except that I’ve gotten better at it. I still hate wearing G-strings (I keep 1 in my pocket at work – just in case). And I’m still fascinated with the male ejaculation (I think it’s a power-trip thing).
Oh – and I now carry a taser.
CJ
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Mixing Business and Pleasure
Someone asked the question on whether this job impacts my personal sex life and vice versa. Well, I started thinking about the answer to this question a couple days ago and realized it’s tough to answer when you haven’t gotten it in over 2 weeks.
Yes – the Jackass and I are fighting again. And this time, I swear, it’s not even my fault. Tom was always a prick I guess. Very inattentive, but nice to look at. I don’t know what it is – I just seem to be drawn to that type. They say that nice guys finish last, and in my case that’s true. Give me a bad boy who treats me like shit and I’m in love.
So if I skip back in time to before the Jackass, I kinda recall having a sex life. So I’ll start from there…
I think I can honestly say that most of the things I’ve learned off the clock, I use on the clock. And only a few things I’ve learned on the clock, I use off the clock. Make any sense?
For example, the only thing I’ve learned after 10 years of erotic massage that I use with boyfriends is knowing when they’re about to cum. I can read a guy like a book to see how he’s doing. But that’s about it. I’m not full service so the only real technique I practice on a regular basis is the hand release. And in those cases where I’m NOT using MY hand (i.e. breast release, butt release, foot fetish, etc.), the customer is pretty much doing all the work for me. So as you can see – not a whole lot to learn on the job.
As for my coveted, money-making hand release - I only rely on it in my personal life when I'm feeling lazy, or when I'm trying to avoid oral. I'm not a big fan of the BJ, so I'll try to worm my way out of it with a healthy HJ every now and then. Someone asked me if I get tired of dicks since I work with them all day (pun intended). Let me put it to you this way - I love getting laid, and I certainly ain't getting laid at work!
Come to think of it - I ain't getting laid at home either. LOL
The masseuse in me gets to practice her craft every now and then. Believe it or not – boyfriends rarely bug me for massages, and I don’t offer them too freely (most guys think I'm just a shampooer). The jackass was an exception (notice how I use the past tense?). He works out with weights, so oftentimes I’d give him a sports massage (I did go to massage school and get my license – remember?). Off the clock, I actually give more massages away to friends and co-workers. When things are slow at work, we’ll occasionally do a therapeutic for each other.
Now on the job, I use techniques I’ve learned from my personal life. For example, I knew how to give a wicked hand job way before I started working in the business. I started my sinful ways with my first boyfriend back in high school. I learned how to give him hand jobs before we started having sex, so my patented double-handed crisscross technique was mastered well before it was considered a job skill. I guess another thing I bring to work is the dirty talk. It was my 2nd or 3rd boyfriend who got me into that. And the titty-fucking you ask? I had already done that a couple times before I ever got paid to do one.
However, just because I don’t use work skills in my personal life, doesn’t mean that I haven’t learned a thing or two. Funny thing about erotic massage – since we don’t offer sex, we tend to attract the fetish people. At a full service place, you’re paying for the sex – but if your kink doesn’t involve actual sex (i.e. cross dressing, ball busting, breast worship, etc.) then a massage parlor seems the better (and cheaper) alternative.
Now if I were to ever date a guy who was curious about foot worship… he’d probably wonder how I knew the proper way to wrap a pair of thigh-highs around his prick. But in the near future, I really don’t expect to be bringing any of my work home with me.
CJ
Yes – the Jackass and I are fighting again. And this time, I swear, it’s not even my fault. Tom was always a prick I guess. Very inattentive, but nice to look at. I don’t know what it is – I just seem to be drawn to that type. They say that nice guys finish last, and in my case that’s true. Give me a bad boy who treats me like shit and I’m in love.
So if I skip back in time to before the Jackass, I kinda recall having a sex life. So I’ll start from there…
I think I can honestly say that most of the things I’ve learned off the clock, I use on the clock. And only a few things I’ve learned on the clock, I use off the clock. Make any sense?
For example, the only thing I’ve learned after 10 years of erotic massage that I use with boyfriends is knowing when they’re about to cum. I can read a guy like a book to see how he’s doing. But that’s about it. I’m not full service so the only real technique I practice on a regular basis is the hand release. And in those cases where I’m NOT using MY hand (i.e. breast release, butt release, foot fetish, etc.), the customer is pretty much doing all the work for me. So as you can see – not a whole lot to learn on the job.
As for my coveted, money-making hand release - I only rely on it in my personal life when I'm feeling lazy, or when I'm trying to avoid oral. I'm not a big fan of the BJ, so I'll try to worm my way out of it with a healthy HJ every now and then. Someone asked me if I get tired of dicks since I work with them all day (pun intended). Let me put it to you this way - I love getting laid, and I certainly ain't getting laid at work!
Come to think of it - I ain't getting laid at home either. LOL
The masseuse in me gets to practice her craft every now and then. Believe it or not – boyfriends rarely bug me for massages, and I don’t offer them too freely (most guys think I'm just a shampooer). The jackass was an exception (notice how I use the past tense?). He works out with weights, so oftentimes I’d give him a sports massage (I did go to massage school and get my license – remember?). Off the clock, I actually give more massages away to friends and co-workers. When things are slow at work, we’ll occasionally do a therapeutic for each other.
Now on the job, I use techniques I’ve learned from my personal life. For example, I knew how to give a wicked hand job way before I started working in the business. I started my sinful ways with my first boyfriend back in high school. I learned how to give him hand jobs before we started having sex, so my patented double-handed crisscross technique was mastered well before it was considered a job skill. I guess another thing I bring to work is the dirty talk. It was my 2nd or 3rd boyfriend who got me into that. And the titty-fucking you ask? I had already done that a couple times before I ever got paid to do one.
However, just because I don’t use work skills in my personal life, doesn’t mean that I haven’t learned a thing or two. Funny thing about erotic massage – since we don’t offer sex, we tend to attract the fetish people. At a full service place, you’re paying for the sex – but if your kink doesn’t involve actual sex (i.e. cross dressing, ball busting, breast worship, etc.) then a massage parlor seems the better (and cheaper) alternative.
Now if I were to ever date a guy who was curious about foot worship… he’d probably wonder how I knew the proper way to wrap a pair of thigh-highs around his prick. But in the near future, I really don’t expect to be bringing any of my work home with me.
CJ
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Happy Endings - Or The Art of Closing the Deal
Hey guys!
I've been getting some interesting comments on the subject of Limp Dick in young guys. It looks like most of you believe it’s between meds/drugs and performance anxiety. Thank God none of you thought it was my fault!
Honestly, I couldn’t say one way or another what the reasons are. I mean, I’ve dated guys taking all sorts of drugs who had no problems whatsoever of getting it up. I’ve also dated guys with NO history of drug use who had arousal problems. Go figure. Heck, I once had a boyfriend who was model-hot. He could fuck all night, but had 1 problem – he couldn’t cum. He could get hard, but no orgasm. Talk about being cursed…
I have no proof if any of my customers are using drugs or stimulants or whatever, so I’m reluctant to point my finger. Know what I mean? Now performance anxiety?!?! There’s no performance to be anxious about! Remember, I’m being paid to do all the work here, and shooting a load ain’t exactly gonna impress me. So I don’t want to point my finger there either. All I can say for certain is that we’ve all started noticing it with the young guys just over the last year or 2.
Now I know it’s not my technique since I’ve been perfecting the Hand Release for years now. Come to think of it (no pun intended), I can truthfully claim that I have thousands of success stories! (pun fully intended there).
The secret is relaxation. If a customer is uptight or has the wrong attitude, I know we’re gonna have problems. Now if I guy WANTS to cum, he’ll have no problems. I would say that about 7 out of 10 customers look forward to their happy ending, and let me do my job. It’s those last 3 guys who give me trouble, and it’s usually because they want to prolong the end part.
So here for all the world to see, is the typical happy ending, as brought to you by CJ…
I keep an eye on the clock so I can wrap up the massage before the 5 minute mark. At this point, he’s usually on his back and I’m just finishing up his legs. I like to finish with the legs instead of the arms since it kinda builds up the excitement as I work closer and closer towards his crotch (also helps them to cum faster). I usually don’t say anything at this point - I’ll just oil up my hands and immediately apply them to his dick.
The oil is in a warmer, so there’s no shock to the guy. First I’ll work his cock up and down to get it nice and oily. Then I’ll start the gentle tugging to get him hard. The beginning is always the toughest since it’s like working with a wet pasta noodle. Now is when I start my talk…
“Close your eyes… Don’t talk... Relax - just think about these warm hands on you...”
Then I’ll usually keep quiet and see how they’re reacting. By now they’re usually hard and it’s much easier to maintain the up and down motion. I don’t do anything exotic like a twisting motion or anything since most guys can’t tell the difference with all that oil anyway.
Now those 3 guys out of 10 that I told you about – they’re the ones who want to stretch out their time by distracting themselves. Let me tell ya – some guys just will not shup up! They'll talk about stupid shit like the weather, traffic, books, movies, news, etc. Are you fucking kidding me? You’ve got a naked woman with YOUR cock in her hand, and you want to talk about the weather? When these guys start their shit, I quickly shush them up. I may not be able to keep them from thinking about baseball cards, but I can at least get them to shut up. The key here is to get them to focus their attention back on their dicks. And I can tell I’m succeeding when they start to get harder and begin that involuntary twitching thing they do.
At this point, I’ll usually cup their balls with my free hand. It’s important that you space these things out. It’s kinda like driving a manual transmission – You can’t shift up to the next gear until you’ve revved the engine up first. Same thing with the balls – you can’t cup them till the dicks nice and hard. Once it gets a little bit harder (or he starts moaning) you can start rubbing the balls gently.
I’ll check the clock again to see how we’re doing. If things are MOVING ALONG, and the guy has a good attitude, I’ll overlook the 5 minute thing. I can tell if a guy is genuinely trying to work with me and not take advantage, so giving a guy a few extra minutes works a lot better than reminding him he has 1 minute left before he has to resort to masturbation. Now you can always pay for extra time. We charge “$15 for 15 minutes (and Audrey gets the money). But that 15 minutes is gonna go to massage – not the hand release! And you have to ask for it BEFORE I get started on the happy ending - that $15 doesn't reset the jerk-off clock.
Now where were we… ah yes… Balls. So anyways, I’ll start working the balls between my fingers. Some guys may cum at this point. I’d say maybe half or so. If nothing changes in the hardness, breathing, or other signs after a minute, I’ll say “You can touch me if you want…”Just the statement alone is enough to bring out the heavy breather in most guys, and once they start squeezing my ass or cupping my breasts, I can count on them finishing in another minute.
After a minute of touching, if their breathing becomes rhythmic and they haven’t become super-hard yet, I’ll start with what I call the Naughty Talking:
“Come on baby…Cum for me. You like it when I work your cock? You like these hands stroking you? I just love to watch a man cum…”
I call this the Naughty Talking as opposed to the Dirty Talking. With the Dirty Talking, I’ll ask the guy to start picturing his cock in my mouth, or how I’m riding him up and down (always pick an image that works for when he’s on his back with his eyes closed - I learned this technique from Trina). I usually charge an extra $50 for this. That may sound crazy, but when a customer is 90% to orgasm, it’s amazing what they’ll do (or pay) to seal the deal. And don’t start assuming that I’m ripping these guys off – just remember that they’re getting the same high quality customer service everyone else gets – they just need that extra little KINK to get over the top.
To get to this point should take me about 5 minutes or so. If it’s just not happening, I’ll tell the guy sorry, but the time is up. Almost always they knew this was gonna happen, so I don’t feel too bad.
Now let’s summarize:
1st Gear - Baby Oil
2nd Gear - Relax
3rd gear - Jerk
4th gear - Balls
5th gear - Touch/Squeeze
6th gear - Dirty Talk
So there you have it... CJ's 6 steps towards a Happy Ending.
Now don't move... I'll get a towel.
CJ
I've been getting some interesting comments on the subject of Limp Dick in young guys. It looks like most of you believe it’s between meds/drugs and performance anxiety. Thank God none of you thought it was my fault!
Honestly, I couldn’t say one way or another what the reasons are. I mean, I’ve dated guys taking all sorts of drugs who had no problems whatsoever of getting it up. I’ve also dated guys with NO history of drug use who had arousal problems. Go figure. Heck, I once had a boyfriend who was model-hot. He could fuck all night, but had 1 problem – he couldn’t cum. He could get hard, but no orgasm. Talk about being cursed…
I have no proof if any of my customers are using drugs or stimulants or whatever, so I’m reluctant to point my finger. Know what I mean? Now performance anxiety?!?! There’s no performance to be anxious about! Remember, I’m being paid to do all the work here, and shooting a load ain’t exactly gonna impress me. So I don’t want to point my finger there either. All I can say for certain is that we’ve all started noticing it with the young guys just over the last year or 2.
Now I know it’s not my technique since I’ve been perfecting the Hand Release for years now. Come to think of it (no pun intended), I can truthfully claim that I have thousands of success stories! (pun fully intended there).
The secret is relaxation. If a customer is uptight or has the wrong attitude, I know we’re gonna have problems. Now if I guy WANTS to cum, he’ll have no problems. I would say that about 7 out of 10 customers look forward to their happy ending, and let me do my job. It’s those last 3 guys who give me trouble, and it’s usually because they want to prolong the end part.
So here for all the world to see, is the typical happy ending, as brought to you by CJ…
I keep an eye on the clock so I can wrap up the massage before the 5 minute mark. At this point, he’s usually on his back and I’m just finishing up his legs. I like to finish with the legs instead of the arms since it kinda builds up the excitement as I work closer and closer towards his crotch (also helps them to cum faster). I usually don’t say anything at this point - I’ll just oil up my hands and immediately apply them to his dick.
The oil is in a warmer, so there’s no shock to the guy. First I’ll work his cock up and down to get it nice and oily. Then I’ll start the gentle tugging to get him hard. The beginning is always the toughest since it’s like working with a wet pasta noodle. Now is when I start my talk…
“Close your eyes… Don’t talk... Relax - just think about these warm hands on you...”
Then I’ll usually keep quiet and see how they’re reacting. By now they’re usually hard and it’s much easier to maintain the up and down motion. I don’t do anything exotic like a twisting motion or anything since most guys can’t tell the difference with all that oil anyway.
Now those 3 guys out of 10 that I told you about – they’re the ones who want to stretch out their time by distracting themselves. Let me tell ya – some guys just will not shup up! They'll talk about stupid shit like the weather, traffic, books, movies, news, etc. Are you fucking kidding me? You’ve got a naked woman with YOUR cock in her hand, and you want to talk about the weather? When these guys start their shit, I quickly shush them up. I may not be able to keep them from thinking about baseball cards, but I can at least get them to shut up. The key here is to get them to focus their attention back on their dicks. And I can tell I’m succeeding when they start to get harder and begin that involuntary twitching thing they do.
At this point, I’ll usually cup their balls with my free hand. It’s important that you space these things out. It’s kinda like driving a manual transmission – You can’t shift up to the next gear until you’ve revved the engine up first. Same thing with the balls – you can’t cup them till the dicks nice and hard. Once it gets a little bit harder (or he starts moaning) you can start rubbing the balls gently.
I’ll check the clock again to see how we’re doing. If things are MOVING ALONG, and the guy has a good attitude, I’ll overlook the 5 minute thing. I can tell if a guy is genuinely trying to work with me and not take advantage, so giving a guy a few extra minutes works a lot better than reminding him he has 1 minute left before he has to resort to masturbation. Now you can always pay for extra time. We charge “$15 for 15 minutes (and Audrey gets the money). But that 15 minutes is gonna go to massage – not the hand release! And you have to ask for it BEFORE I get started on the happy ending - that $15 doesn't reset the jerk-off clock.
Now where were we… ah yes… Balls. So anyways, I’ll start working the balls between my fingers. Some guys may cum at this point. I’d say maybe half or so. If nothing changes in the hardness, breathing, or other signs after a minute, I’ll say “You can touch me if you want…”Just the statement alone is enough to bring out the heavy breather in most guys, and once they start squeezing my ass or cupping my breasts, I can count on them finishing in another minute.
After a minute of touching, if their breathing becomes rhythmic and they haven’t become super-hard yet, I’ll start with what I call the Naughty Talking:
“Come on baby…Cum for me. You like it when I work your cock? You like these hands stroking you? I just love to watch a man cum…”
I call this the Naughty Talking as opposed to the Dirty Talking. With the Dirty Talking, I’ll ask the guy to start picturing his cock in my mouth, or how I’m riding him up and down (always pick an image that works for when he’s on his back with his eyes closed - I learned this technique from Trina). I usually charge an extra $50 for this. That may sound crazy, but when a customer is 90% to orgasm, it’s amazing what they’ll do (or pay) to seal the deal. And don’t start assuming that I’m ripping these guys off – just remember that they’re getting the same high quality customer service everyone else gets – they just need that extra little KINK to get over the top.
To get to this point should take me about 5 minutes or so. If it’s just not happening, I’ll tell the guy sorry, but the time is up. Almost always they knew this was gonna happen, so I don’t feel too bad.
Now let’s summarize:
1st Gear - Baby Oil
2nd Gear - Relax
3rd gear - Jerk
4th gear - Balls
5th gear - Touch/Squeeze
6th gear - Dirty Talk
So there you have it... CJ's 6 steps towards a Happy Ending.
Now don't move... I'll get a towel.
CJ
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Massage Parlor Code Words and Lingo
Someone commented to me the other day that they like the idea of my new blog, but sometimes don’t understand the terms I use. I kinda forgot that I’m supposed to be teaching you guys this stuff, so I'll go over the basic lingo we use in the business. So here goes:
“The Business” (also referred to as a “Massage parlor” or “Spa”): This is my place of employment where customers come in for a relaxing massage with a little something extra at the end. The Business should not be confused with a “Brothel” which is just sex. Believe it or not, we’re actually expected to provide quality massages here. In fact, most of the girls here are/were licensed massage therapists.
“Happy ending” (also referred to as a “Release,” “Climax” or “Money shot”): These are the code words we use to talk about making a guy cum. I personally prefer the term “Release” and use it when talking to customers. When describing to newbies what I do, I find it sounds more professional to say “...I end the massage with a release,” rather than “… when I’m done I’ll jerk you off.”
There are different types of releases. The most common is the Hand Release, a.k.a. Handjob. 99% of my sessions end with this one. Another type of release is the Breast Release – also referred to by the more crass term “Tittyfucking.” Another is the Butt Release where the guy lubes up your ass cheeks and slides it between them. There are other variations, but you get the picture. I charge extra for anything other than a hand release, so I don’t get many chances to do one.
“Options”: This is the term we use to describe the various ways we provide our massages. For my customers I usually offer these 3 Options: 1) Topless, 2) G-string, 3) Nude. I guess each is self explanatory. There is no real difference to the massage, its just that the guy pays according to the type of view he wants.
“Therapeutic”: You could call this the “4th” option. This is a session where the man (or woman) wants nothing more than a legitimate therapeutic massage. NO HAPPY ENDING. In fact, for most of these customers, they are not even aware of our Options! You can imagine why this is our least favorite of the options since we make almost no money off these. Why do we do them you ask? Remember – WE ARE A MASSAGE BUSINESS. And sometimes you have to do what you have to do to keep up the appearance of being legitimate. A lot of these customers are locals who just have no clue, and the one thing you really can't afford to do in this business is make waves with the locals.
“Customer” or “Clients”: I wanted to point out that we have customers like any other business. We do not call them “Johns” or “Tricks” or “Dates” like hookers do.
“Session” or “In Session”: This is when you’re working with a customer. I’ll say “I’m in Session…” when I’m busy with a client.
“Full Service”: Sex. This is the difference between your standard massage parlor and a brothel. A woman or business that offers straight sex above and beyond a handjob is referred to as “Full Service.” It doesn’t necessarily mean you won’t be offered Full Service in a massage parlor – but that’s between you and your masseuse.
Well, this is the basic lingo to get you around most businesses. If you have any questions about specific terms you’ve heard before, please ask. Happy hunting!
CJ
“The Business” (also referred to as a “Massage parlor” or “Spa”): This is my place of employment where customers come in for a relaxing massage with a little something extra at the end. The Business should not be confused with a “Brothel” which is just sex. Believe it or not, we’re actually expected to provide quality massages here. In fact, most of the girls here are/were licensed massage therapists.
“Happy ending” (also referred to as a “Release,” “Climax” or “Money shot”): These are the code words we use to talk about making a guy cum. I personally prefer the term “Release” and use it when talking to customers. When describing to newbies what I do, I find it sounds more professional to say “...I end the massage with a release,” rather than “… when I’m done I’ll jerk you off.”
There are different types of releases. The most common is the Hand Release, a.k.a. Handjob. 99% of my sessions end with this one. Another type of release is the Breast Release – also referred to by the more crass term “Tittyfucking.” Another is the Butt Release where the guy lubes up your ass cheeks and slides it between them. There are other variations, but you get the picture. I charge extra for anything other than a hand release, so I don’t get many chances to do one.
“Options”: This is the term we use to describe the various ways we provide our massages. For my customers I usually offer these 3 Options: 1) Topless, 2) G-string, 3) Nude. I guess each is self explanatory. There is no real difference to the massage, its just that the guy pays according to the type of view he wants.
“Therapeutic”: You could call this the “4th” option. This is a session where the man (or woman) wants nothing more than a legitimate therapeutic massage. NO HAPPY ENDING. In fact, for most of these customers, they are not even aware of our Options! You can imagine why this is our least favorite of the options since we make almost no money off these. Why do we do them you ask? Remember – WE ARE A MASSAGE BUSINESS. And sometimes you have to do what you have to do to keep up the appearance of being legitimate. A lot of these customers are locals who just have no clue, and the one thing you really can't afford to do in this business is make waves with the locals.
“Customer” or “Clients”: I wanted to point out that we have customers like any other business. We do not call them “Johns” or “Tricks” or “Dates” like hookers do.
“Session” or “In Session”: This is when you’re working with a customer. I’ll say “I’m in Session…” when I’m busy with a client.
“Full Service”: Sex. This is the difference between your standard massage parlor and a brothel. A woman or business that offers straight sex above and beyond a handjob is referred to as “Full Service.” It doesn’t necessarily mean you won’t be offered Full Service in a massage parlor – but that’s between you and your masseuse.
Well, this is the basic lingo to get you around most businesses. If you have any questions about specific terms you’ve heard before, please ask. Happy hunting!
CJ
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