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Masseuse is my personal favorite roleplay. Some places leave the customer to clean up after themselves, but I've always found that as rather low class. Trina's the first girl I know to quickly admit that she hates sucking dick. Let's call her Britney.

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Bye Kochi, it's been real. Even he thought he had hit a gold mine for a second there. Cindy used to show up in tube tops and daisy dukes, but I had to say something. So now I have a lot to think about. And Wi-Fi service ends at 5: Back of the car? What did Maude say?

He was going to decapitate my characters. Posted by Meenakshi Reddy Madhavan at 9: Here I am in another hotel room. I wanted to travel lots this year, as I do every year, but I didn't realise that all my travel would be in the first two months of After this quick trip to Kochi, I am Delhi bound for a while, finishing my book, watching spring turn to summer, catching up with people and my life. Maybe that's why I'm drawn to this staircase, the zigzag nature of our days. Forgive me, I'm on my second cup of coffee and I have no one else to talk to right now let alone free associate with.

Posted by Meenakshi Reddy Madhavan at 1: I'm lucky that I have enough bookshelf space for all my childhood favorites as well. Going through my Enid Blyton shelf today I came across these three old friends who I had almost forgotten about.

I just sat down and began to read again immediately and it all came back to me: Pop Biscuits and Moon Face and midnight picnics and magic everywhere. I keep saying the first children's fantasy I ever read was Narnia, but actually come to think of it, it was the Faraway Tree series. I hear they're turning it into a movie now but it'll never be as good as the one we all had inside our heads.

Posted by Meenakshi Reddy Madhavan at 2: Where did you come from, where did you go. This morning, turning on my laptop, sitting in a hotel room with my half-packed backpack on the floor next to me, I was mesmerised by this video of how ubiquitous our travel Instagram really is. Monday link list So is Kerala seeing a rise in literary festivals? To begin with, unlike well-known major literary festivals organized in other parts of India, such events in a state like Kerala give space to regional writers and intellectuals, many of whom are household names but not as well known outside the state.

But what can we do? When I tell Cooper, he sounds genuinely outraged: There was something delicious in the slutty slovenliness of my unkempt inbox; it was my anarchic rebellion against the tyranny of digital efficiency. And if an email arrived that looked liked junk, I would not open it, just leave it unread. The junk emails ended up looking exactly the same as the very important emails. I don't actually get that much email that isn't just other newsletters.

They wish to be heard. This decade has moved us on an ever speedier conveyor belt from the quaintness of blogging and simple Facebook updates to the more public and frankly manic live video posts on Facebook and Instagram, not to mention literary high-wire performances like The Moth and Literary Death Match. The question is, what does it mean for literature, and where is it going? She believed Rebecca was about jealousy, and that all the relationships in it — including the marriage between De Winter and his shy second wife — were dark and unsettling.

I was completely oblivious to all the lesbian undertones. Her stream of nonsense words becomes the turbulence out of which she lifts herself, like an aircraft with continent-spanning wings, into song. In under 2 minutes, the spotlight snaps off; the whole room is drenched in light; her audience erupts in applause as she begins to sing in Hindi.

She is, in all respects, the woman destined to strike lightning into your heart. Filed under Newsletter , Travelling light. And immersed in reading these two books that are basically Rich People Problems, South Asian edition. We That Are Young is one of the best Delhi books I've read, a retelling of King Lear with a business family, the tragedy not even translated in bits where the author uses Hindi for emphasis.

Gorgeous book and a birthday present so I love it even more. Austenistan is a romp, retelling Austen through a Pakistani lens. I'm putting it in my books column this month, and while I have a few quibbles, overall it's a super fun read.

Guess where I had lunch today? This photo is also to show off my belt, it's called a Hajji belt because it's what men wear during the Hajj duh since they can't wear stitched cloth.

Such fun being a tourist in Bombay. No matter where I go in this great big world this city will always be on my mind and in my heart. Bye Kochi, it's been real.

Off to Bombay today for the Gateway Lit Fest. Photo from my hotel window, the crane you can see is in the shipyard. No one can say Kerala isn't picturesque. Sunday at a gorgeous resort on Cherai Beach. See you later, going swimming. Posted by Meenakshi Reddy Madhavan at 4: Sign up for my newsletter: Anyway, Britney tried out the online escort ads for a while, so she's no stranger to a penis.

I figured that experience would work out here and it did. In fact, it worked out a little too well. I broke Britney in like I do most girls. I had her sit in on a standard session just to see what goes on. Let me tell you right now that even girls in the sex business often have the wrong idea about what goes on in massage parlors.

I explained that we're happy ending only, but with a freedom to be creative. That first session with her I demonstrated a standard nude option with hand release. Next training session, I had her try her hand at the massage portion - with disastrous results. I swear it looked like she was trying to tenderize a piece of meat she had no intention of eating herself. She didn't even have "girlfriend massage" skills.

So I took over and did my best to show her the basics of the "relaxing" massage. My "relaxing" technique is sort of a cross between Swedish and a watered down sports massage. I like to hit major muscle groups with a little bit of extra pressure, while the rest is more gentle and caressing. Truckers seem to prefer this technique because it's both sensual and therapeutic and the same time.

Afterwards, I had Britney practice her massage technique on Trina and myself. Even had Kimmie give her some pointers. Britney's next training session was in hand releases. I brought her in on the tail end of one of my sessions and just turned her loose.

The guy didn't mind because for him it was kinda like getting a two girl option for free. Let me tell ya, Britney had no hesitation whipping off her top and getting to business. I noticed was that she starts off with gentle caresses of the cock without any lotion or oil. I usually go straight to oil, but going dry seems to work for some people. As my customer got hard, she continued to work his dick with dry hands and gentle strokes.

For those of you who are not sure what I'm talking about when I say "dry hands" imagine a handjob using baby powder instead of oil. The sensation is the same if done properly. Well, she kept working his cock with a constant up and down motion, but I noticed she wasn't picking up the pace hey - the clock is ticking here! Then without warning she drops her face straight down towards the head of his dick. I swear my heart skipped a beat. But at the last instant, she stops with her lips just a fraction of an inch over him.

Then she hocks a giant wad of spit onto her hand, then almost violently smears it on his shaft. The guy's eyes got really really big. Even he thought he had hit a gold mine for a second there. Suddenly she picks up the pace of her strokes.

My guy actually sat up a little and let out a big moan. She pumped a little faster and spit on him again for more lubrication. Something must have been working because he suddenly sat up then threw himself back down on the table. As semen began to drip up and over his cock, Britney slowed the pace down and used it to lubricate the hand release even more a technique I thought I invented! Our poor little guinea pig shot a few healthy loads before he finally collapsed on the table.

She slowed down the stroking to the same pace of his breathing before she finally stopped to clean him up. Damn she's good, I thought. Don't need to critique her yet. But I'm also a little scared about turning her loose. She claims she "gets it" but I don't know. Anyway, I think I may steal that spitting technique from her.

Shit - even I thought that was kinda hot. I know I haven't done a freak of the week in a while, but I was recently inspired by a question someone brought up on Twitter. I have to admit that recently there really hasn't been anyone all that freaky, so I'm going way back in time for this one.

The question was what is the most I've ever charged anyone? Well, what I charge and what I've been tipped are 2 different things. But when guys are generous, they tip on top of that. So a couple extra bucks here and there isn't unusual. As for what I charge, I usually have set prices for what we call "Extras. The most common extras I get requests for are breast release, dirty talk and foot worship. Variations in the release i. Dirty talk Foot worship Doubles hand release before and after massage Lingerie new with tags Heels new with tags Excessive touching Posing.

Now "Posing" is an interesting one. That's where the customer insists on taking care of his own business, but he wants me in some very specific pose - like bent over a chair, or licking my nipples or something. This is a tricky one, but I'll allow a customer to tape or photograph his happy ending as long as it does not show my face AND I get final approval. I charge more for costumes than lingerie because instead of a tiny little piece of fabric to stuff The Girls in, they are usually a complete outfit that involves some complicated ritual to either put on or take off.

Catholic school girl outfit is easily the most common costume, but others include french maid and dominatrix. Weirdest costume you ask? Hands down - teddy bear. Not even a sexy teddy bear either, but a furry body suit with ears to match. Cum play is simply when the customer wants to ejaculate on anything other than his own belly.

It could be the wall, someone else's belly, whatever. But the most usual requests are for The Girls and my feet. A guy wanted me to shoot it back into his own mouth. And it worked too - he was able to twist his head up just enough for me to reach it. Costumes are usually combined with cum play, so it ends up being quite a bargain assuming you define bargain as paying someone to soil their clothes.

I don't know what it is about guys and their costumes, but I'd say 9 times out of 10, that costume is getting a semen stain. And that 1 time out of 10 is usually because the costume is scattered in pieces on the other side of the room.

Now this brings me to my most expensive extra - roleplay. The whole babysitter thing has been done to death, but it's still one of the common things I get asked to do. It's pretty much the " you've been a bad girl " theme that usually ends up with a spanking.

I'm either the secretary taking " Dick-tation " or the girl down the block that they've been secretly daydreaming about. Either way, it's often based on a real girl in their lives who won't give them the time of day.

This time, however, they'll be able to talk her into a handjob. The babysitter scenario requires a costume, while the secretary one I can usually do in and out of my street clothes. I'm not a domme in my personal life, but I've learned enough over time to cover the basics.

I've even tough-talked a couple men into orgasms. Masseuse is my personal favorite roleplay. Basically, I just play a less slutty version of myself that gets talked into giving a handjob. Sounds simple, but it involves an active seduction on the guy's part for the entire session. I end up saying a lot of things like " that's not allowed!

Little Bo Peep who lost her sheep. Had a full costume and everything which ended up in a semen covered pile in the corner of the room. And the roleplay I will not do under any circumstances? Too risky to put yourself in that situation. And the daddy stuff just freaks me out, so don't even think about asking. And finally that brings me to the Freak of the Week.

This was the single most expensive session I ever had. I remember this guy specifically because he didn't care how much anything cost. I would not have been surprised if he was a drug dealer, mobster, or just robbed a bank.

Anyway, he had a very specific scenerio he wanted to play out. He wanted me to answer to "Tina" - a bartender who just finished her shift. Wednesday, July 18, Trina's Tale: The Never-Ending Full Service. Trina keeps suprising me ever since I finally got her to open up.

I mean here we are co-workers and best friends, and it turns out she has a very sordid past. I couldn't believe the latest bomb she dropped on me. That's right - my boring as wallpaper co-therapist took a walk on the dark side.

Or at least tried to. Apparently it happened around 2 years ago when business tanked,. We were all hurting for money myself included and she said things got pretty desperate. I remember back then that she lost a lot of Regulars. And it didn't help that the walk-ins pretty much dried up too.

She had this one customer that had asked about full service, and she explained that we're not that kind of place. We'll call him Harvey. He seemed OK with it, and went on with a regular session.

Then at the end, he told her that if she changes her mind, please give him a call. And that was that. Before I go on, let me explain that we have situations like this all the time,and it's really not a big deal. Guys ask to fuck, to go down on them or us , finger us, etc. We just politely decline and tell them what we are and are not willing to do.

And leaving a phone number or business card is also perfectly normal. Well, around this time, Trina said she was already flat broke and was desperate to make ends meet. I've said it before and I'll say it again - sometimes you're just one paycheck away from blowing some guy in a truck stop. So she dug Harvey's number out of her purse and gave him a call. Yeah, well I thought about what you said and I'm OK with it.

Yes, she actually said Red Lobster. Trina offered to meet a stranger for sex at a Red Lobster. Of course sex between strangers at Red Lobster happens all the time, but most people prefer to call it "First Dates. They start some nervous chit-chat when the bartender asks her if there's anything else they need. Trina asks for a menu and orders dinner. At this point in the story, I asked her if she was planning a really strenuous hour of animal fucking and needed serious carbs to keep her going.

She said, "No, I was hungry. But at least they finally relaxed enough after the first round of drinks to start talking business. Trina can't tell a story to save her life, so I'm going to summarize here what probably happened So what did you have in mind? I don't know, straight sex. What exactly will you do? I've never had sex with a customer before. Don't you have some kind of idea of what you want to do and for how much? Well maybe we can bounce some things around and figure it out.

And this nonsense must have gone on for 45 minutes, or at least until the bill finally came. Whether it's what movie to go see or what to charge for a rim-job, the decision making process is always like pulling teeth with her. In that exchange just replace the word "sex" with "Spiderman" and you'll get the idea. I really felt sorry for Harvey at this point.

After Harvey pays the bill, they have finally decided on what to do and for how much. Now they just have to figure out where to go. Back of the car? And the whole tooth-pulling process begins all over again After several more minutes, they decide on her place since it's close by.

She gives him directions and they drive over in separate cars. As they pull up, she realizes her "Check Engine" light is on. In a moment of panic, she asks Harvey what she should do, and he suggests dropping it off at the dealership. So, she does what every working girl does before fucking her client - she asks him to drive across town to drop her car off. It's now 3 hours into Harvey's full service "standard sex session" and they haven't even held hands yet. What's that you say? Dinner and a car trip couldn't possibly take 3 hours!

Apparently what most people call errands, Trina calls foreplay. They finally get back to her place - inside even. And I can only guess Harvey's reaction to all the cat toys and Precious Moments figures on every flat surface. I hate going over there because of all the cat hair. But the little bright eyed figurines kinda freak me out too. She tells him to make himself comfortable, when Harvey finally speaks up.

And since she's never done full service before, she just takes a cue from work and tells him to go in the bedroom and get naked. Let me tell you that Trina's bedroom is usually a disaster area. Between all the clothes lying around, and the sleeping cats, I bet Harvey had a time figuring out where to get "comfortable.

So she fished around in the nightstand and found a pack. Then she worked Harvey with her hands until he was good and hard enough for her to put the rubber on him. Trina said her whole professional life flashed before her eyes while she looked at this cock and realized what she was about to do with it. So she closed her eyes and made the switch from "Erotic Masseuse" to "Escort" with one big gagging motion.

Trina's the first girl I know to quickly admit that she hates sucking dick. And to make it worse, she's now doing it with a nasty tasting condom - which she has never done before with guys she's dated. So this was a new experience for her - and a really unpleasant one made even worse. I know, I've dated men so take my word for it. And if there's one thing I've learned about the art of giving head, there is nothing that turns a guy on more than a girl's total lack of enthusiasm.

So Harvey must have been in heaven because this is pretty much how Trina described what happened. She said that after a few minutes of rather un-inspired dick sucking, Harvey started to lose his erection. Whether it was her lack of technique, or perhaps the cats on the bed staring at him, we'll never know.

What we do know is that he tried to manually correct the situation, but to no avail. She apologized and said she would make it up to him later. And she was not kidding. A week later, she called him and tried to set up another "date.

They tried to set things up a couple times, but it always fell through. Eventually, he stopped calling her back. I asked if she got paid that first night, and she said yes.

And that was why she felt guilty and kept calling him for a makeup session. She later decided that maybe escort work wasn't her cup of tea. Trina may not have been the world's greatest hooker, but at least she was a fully guaranteed one.

Posted by cj at 1: I started tweeting this week because I thought it would be fun to add a new "as it happens" perspective to The Business. Not that I've ever really tried it before - I mean I'm used to sitting down and telling a whole story at a time, not a sentence or two. It's totally different from what I'm used to saying because in a tweet I don't have room to really explain anything.

For example, I thought it would be kinda fun to try to tweet something while performing a happy ending. Just type a few words on my phone with my right hand, while the left hand takes care of business. Then we can all have a good laugh. Holy shit - I didn't realize what a pain in the ass this can be. First off, I couldn't find any customers willing to let me tweet about their session.

I've never seen such scared looks on customers before! You would have thought I suggested taking their pic and texting it to their wife for goodness sake. Second, I kinda forgot about the physical impracticalities of using the cell phone during a hand release. I figured it would be easy since I always keep my phone on me during session. What I forgot about is that I use baby oil during the hand release, so I couldn't touch my phone even if I wanted to!

I tend to use both hands for the ending, which means I would have to plan on moving the phone over to the massage table and then starting the handjob with my left hand. Meanwhile my customer has to be cool with all this nonsense, and if there's anything a guy does not appreciate during a happy ending it's distractions. Then one customer seemed cool with the idea, but he ended up asking for a breast release, which made it impossible to use the phone at all.

Even though I keep my hands dry for those, I need both of them to keep The Girls in place else the angles and positions just don't work And finally, do you know how hard it is to clean semen off a phone?

Take it from me - a girl who's seen it happen to a couple customers who thought it would be fun to video their own happy ending. You wanna hear something mean? When a guy asks to tape the hand release, I wait until he's about ready to cum, then I deliberately aim his load at the camera. Of course I apologize innocently afterwards.

I didn't realize you were going to have such a big load! When was the last time you got laid? Well, I'll keep trying to get that elusive tweet in the middle of the action, just give me some time. In the meanwhile, it's kinda fun to just say whatever I want about work as it's happening.

It's the kind of thing I can never do with most friends and family. Monday, July 2, Confessions of an Erotic Tweeter. Just wanted to let you guys know that I am now on twitter!

Check me out at happyendingzcj. I figured it would be more fun to tweet shit while it happens! There comes a time in every girl's life where her mom sits her down and awkwardly attempts to explain the facts of life. In my case, it was my mom reluctantly describing the beautiful act of "relations" between married people for the express purpose to make babies. I remember what a joy it was to watch her stutter over the word "penis" and what its job was.

Meanwhile all I wanted to know was if pulling out really was the best method of birth control, and if semen caused tooth decay. Well, the closest thing to explaining the birds and bees finally happened to me at work when Kimmie pulled me aside and asked if it's OK for a customer to " do things to my feet. I remember my first foot worshiper - and how I was fascinated at what lengths guys will go to sodomize them. In a nutshell, the rules are pretty much as follows: We are a massage parlor - not a brothel.

This is what keeps us off the radar screens and allows us to operate without too much hassle from the town. Even though some of us Audrey you slut I'm talking about you may violate it from time to time, it's still the biggest rule we have.

Our prices for the basic services are fixed. They have to be, else the girls start to undercut each other in order to steal customers. We don't serve minors, and to be safe we card anyone who doesn't look I know that 20 isn't a minor, but it's just another one of those things that keeps us off the radar screens. The last thing we need is someone's mom bursting through our doors demanding to know why her minivan is parked out front when Tommy said he was going to the movies and And if you think that scenario is weird, try the dad's who bring their son's in for their "first time.

The Business does not offer outcall service. For newbies out there, that's when the girl comes to your place. We also don't like it when girls do sessions beyond our normal business hours. Once again, odd hours of operation are a red flag to the cops, so we try to avoid it. Also, it's just safer to work within our set schedule, that way I know when the place is supposed to be empty.

And lastly, it's a house rule that we all dress conservatively. For you fans of "The Client List" it's totally unrealistic and dangerous to have the entire staff walking around in lingerie. You never know who's walking through that door at any given time. Could be a woman booking a therapeutic session, or maybe the guy next door asking if Fedex has been by yet.

Or it could be a cop. Best outfit for work - jeans and a polo shirt. I told Kimmie that it's perfectly OK to have a guy do stuff to her feet, as long as she's comfortable with it. Then I gave her advice on how to deal with "extras" any requests above and beyond the basic massage and hand release. Turns out that she's been saying "We don't do that" more than a few times.

Boy, that brought back memories I remember using that exact phrase when I first started working. Except that I was using it when customers asked where their happy ending was.

Kimmie's eyes got big when I told her about the "Breast release. Why would a guy want to cum on my ass? It's our job to let the customer know what we are and aren't comfortable with in the room. This is the kinda stuff that they're afraid to ask from their girlfriends. So be prepared to get a lot of questions about all sorts of things you've never heard of before.

Just relax and remember what the rules are. And if you ever get confused about what's allowed, just come out of session and ask me. Oh - and don't ask Maude anything.

Posted by cj at 2: Wednesday, June 20, The Help. I don't want to jinx anything yet, but I think I finally found the "New Girl. I found her in the weirdest way too - she was recommended by a customer.

Turns out she was doing housekeeping for this guy, and he eventually discovers that she used to do massage therapy before moving here. Typical story too - followed her boyfriend up here, then they break up.

She's stuck in the middle of no where with no money and ends up doing odd jobs. And that's when Kimmie hears about The Business. She came in for an interview and we clicked almost immediately.

Actually, she's a very pretty, heavyset brunette in case you were wondering. Not that that's important to me at this point. All I wanted was a girl who could tell time and didn't have a drug addiction. Instead I got a professional masseuse with a sense of humor and an open mind. Hey - that's pretty much how I got started in The Business. So I gave Kimmie a chance and explained to her how it works around here.

She said it's pretty much what she's done before, except for that little bit at the end. I suggested that she just pretend she's on a first date with a guy and it's going really really well. I always thought it was pretty much a required skill in order to graduate high school. But not for Kimmie. She found it was easier to blow a guy than jerk him off. I guess I could see the logic in that, but if that's the case then what was she saving for the 2nd date? So here I am stuck with an erotic masseuse who doesn't know how to give a hand release.

What's a girl to do? Well, I'm a professional who's been doing this for long enough, so I did what I had to do - handjob lessons. If you think teaching someone how to jerk a dick is awkward, try being the test subject. I took Kimmie and had her sit in the lobby during my next appointment. I can only imagine what was going through her mind as she walked in on her first erotic massage session. He was on lying on the table, but managed a "hello" when she walked in.

I told her to stand next to me at the table. I've taught new girls before, but never really a "hands on" demonstration pun fully intended. I oiled up my hands and told her to pay attention. I started off with the standard one-handed tug, using my left hand to work the shaft and playing with the balls using the right. Best to start off slow. My infamous double handed criss-cross technique is way too advanced for a newbie. Kimmie just watched during that first session.

I wanted her to study a happy ending from start to finish. It's not just the hand release she has to learn, but the whole ritual of how to initiate, perform and finish. Some places leave the customer to clean up after themselves, but I've always found that as rather low class. I think the cleanup afterwards is just another part of the whole experience, and if done properly, it can be very sensual and memorable for the customer. The next session I had Kimmie actually perform the hand release - under my direction.

In fact, I think he rather enjoyed having 2 girls in the room. BUT - it didn't go very well. Hey - Rome wasn't built in a day, right? Her problem was the the standard newbie mistake of jerking mechanically. Eventually, I just told her to stop and I took over and finished the job.

It was Trina the following day that had a breakthrough with Kimmie. And by breakthrough I mean she actually brought her first customer to orgasm. Luckily, that was the hard part of the training process.

The 2nd part is just taking your clothes off, which she apparently had no problem with. It's been almost 2 weeks now, and she's worked 8 shifts all supervised.

She's a quick learner, and has even got a repeat customer! Not bad for a newbie. So now Trina and I have actually started talking about plans for the summer. Now a couple more girls and maybe I can retire.

I've haven't been paying nearly as much attention to the comments as I should lately. So today I'm going to try to catch up on your questions.

What did Maude say? She won't tell me exactly. When I asked her, I wanted to know so I could use it myself if needed.

She just said that from where she's from, she has assholes like that for breakfast. I asked what she would have done if he had pulled a gun or something, and she said "Do you really think I've never had to stare down a guy with a gun before?

Have you guys avoided being placed on review sites such as xxxxxx and xxxxxx You can't. In fact, The Business is on several that include the northeast. I just make a point not to give them any plugs because there are more than a few forums dedicated to finding me and The Business.

I say curse because they talk so much shit on those things. I don't know how many times guys have posted total lies about me and what I will and won't do in the room.

Then on rare occasion there will be a decent, truthful review about me. And it doesn't necessarily have to be positive. I've had guys flat out say don't bother seeing me if you want full service. That's fine with me because it's true! What I hate is when some asshole goes on and on about what a ripoff I am because I wouldn't suck his dick.

If you're going to bother to use the review sites, at least do your homework and find out what kind of place we are first! Hey CJ, can you give an idea of current prices for certain services? I have described prices all over this blog. Start with the blog entries I have highlighted on the side of the page here. Trina and Cindy have known about the blog ever since the beginning.

In fact, I Trina actually did a guest post for me she hated it. Audrey never found out thank goodness , which is almost a surprise considering how much she surfs the internet for anything related to The Business. I swear, she will know about a post about us on one of those review sites within a day.

I don't know if she still does considering she doesn't work here anymore. As for Maude - if it's not on Ebay, then it doesn't exist. The closet thing I've ever come to anyone finding out about the blog had nothing to do with the internet.

It was that disastrous Playboy Radio interview a few years ago that almost did me in. I never would have guessed how many people listen to that damn show. I am curious about your crisis moment when you allowed the guy to finger you. Why did you do that? If you remember that story, I was at rock bottom. I needed the money. At least I thought I did. But it took a very very long time for me to regain my self respect.

What is the most amount of real O's Trina has ever had in a day? Believe it or not, I actually did ask her this question when she finally confessed to me. I think she said 5 or 6. And it included fucking her boyfriend later that night.

You sometimes mention police raids or officers who try to infiltrate a Business. I was wondering if you ever had an experience with anything like that? Not as such - and not because we're lucky or we pay off anyone. We see cops around here on a regular basis. We're just smart about the whole thing. Not being full service goes a long way in keeping you off the radar screens.

But don't get me wrong. The local cops know we're here and they know we're a parlor. They just leave us alone because when we're not jerking off horny truckers, we could be giving a therapeutic session to Officer Smith's Nana. And occasionally when Nana is not around, Officer Smith will stop by for a non-theapeutic session of his own. As for stings, I'm not really worried. First off, we can usually spot a cop a mile away because we know there are certain things they are allowed and not allowed to do in the room.

At the most all they're gonna get to stick in court is a public indecency or lewdness charge. And then when Nana gets upset because her favorite "girl" is gone I'm wondering if your parlor offers "doubles" i. Yes we do, and we call them "Doubles" or "Four Hands. Guys tell me it's an incredible experience to get 2 separate areas of their body done at the same time. As for the happy ending, we've discovered that unless you're hung like a porn star, it's rather awkward to have 2 girls perform the hand release.

So what we usually do is have 1 girl take care of the release, and the other girl will do a tease to sort of hurry things along. When I'm in a double, I'll usually take care of the release while the other girl massages either his thighs or pecs.

If I really like the customer I'll occasionally, let the other masseuse do the release while I lean over the guys head and let The Girls bounce in front of his face. How could you possibly not want to talk about Trina being sluttier than you thought? Hey - I just discovered that too. Besides, it's only been recently that she's started to share stories.

I mean, I thought I knew her, and what her sessions were like. Boy was I wrong. I hope to change all that with my new feature "Trina's Tale. It's this thing that people used to get information about local businesses in the old days. And right under the heading of "Massage - Non-Therapeutic," there were listings for your local massage parlor.

It used to be that simple. But now with the internet, most people think you can find a parlor more easily online. The problem is if you just google "massage parlor" and your home town, you'll probably get tons of nonsense and useless information.

Or if you're lucky enough to find a real post on Craigslist or any of it's clones, it'll probably be just phone numbers and vague references to "relaxation" or "soft touch. Then it was up to you to decipher the ads to figure out if it's "that kind" of place or not. Call me old school, but I prefer it that way. We have some ads posted on the internet, but it's just not the same. I know that we need to embrace the future and try to get some online presence OTHER than the parlor review sites, where we get to control the content of the ad.

But it's so hard, especially since things like Craigslist have come down on the adult ads.

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