My Days as a Masseur at an Asian Massage Parlor

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When I was in college I had to find a job to pay for tuition and fees. I was looking for a job where I could make some real money, not just minimum wage most jobs offer for college students. One day I was going through the local job ads on Craigslist when a posting caught my eye. It was an ad looking for a male masseur for a local massage place, called “Rejuvenation Spa”. The ad said that no prior experience was required. I cross referenced the spa on google and found that it was a local Asian Massage Parlor. We all know what goes on in AMPs which what intrigued me. Why would they need a man? So I called. A woman with an Asian accent answered. I inquired about the job. She asked me how old I was and whether I was athletic and in good shape. I have always taken pride in my physique and work out every day. The woman invited me for a job interview next day. I went to the “Spa”. The location was not that bad and the place looked quite nice and professional inside. An older woman in her fifties greeted me. I introduced myself as Frank and we went to an office for the interview. An old Asian woman was sitting on a couch reading a Chinese newspaper. My host asked me all the questions you would expect in such an interview. After a while she said, ” I think I have asked enough questions. We are looking for an athletic male. Would you mind showing me your body?” I took off my shirt, jeans and socks, standing there in my underwear. She started travesti istanbul to look at every every part of my body, touching my back, shoulders, and stomach, finally squeezing my butt. I saw the old woman watching us intently, though pretending she was still reading the paper. The situation was weird, I felt completely objectified, but it was strangely erotic. My cock started to rise slowly to half mast. She “accidentally” brushed against my growing erection. “Do you mind?” the woman asked pointing to my underwear. I turned red, pulling down my underwear. My cock sprang free, now fully erect. Grandma was watching intently, not bothering with the newspaper anymore. The woman started to examine me, touching my butt, pulling my butt cheeks apart, lifting my cock and balls, and finally pulling back my foreskin. “White women don’t like foreskin,” she said. “But it’s ok. Now, put on your clothes and go and get your State Massage License. It should take no more than two weeks. It’s pretty easy. Once you have that come back and we talk about the details. I’m Nancy, and I will be your boss. Your pay will be minimum wage, but you can keep all the tips. We expect your customers to be male and female, are you ok with that?” I nodded, putting on my clothes, awkwardly stuffing my full erection into my underwear and pants. Granny was still watching and smiling by now. I left. After two weeks I returned, proud owner of a massage istanbul travestileri license. Nancy congratulated me and walked me back to her office. “Now that you have the license let me explain the rules to you. As you probably know by now our business is to provide Happy Endings to our customers. That is a lucrative market regular spas can’t fulfill. All of our customers here are men and we would like to expand our customer base. We know from other cities that there are quite a number of women out there who given the right circumstances would very much like a Happy Ending after a nice massage. They find it most relaxing to have an orgasm at the end. Also there are many married men out there who are bisexual, homosexual, or bi-curious. They would like to give it a try. Since they are married they avoid the venues for gay males. This is the market we want to expand into. That is where you come in as our market test. Do you have any problems providing Happy Endings to women or men?” “No, not really, assuming the tips are generous,” I replied. “The tips are good, typically between $60 and $100. But you cannot ask for any. The customer typically knows what is expected. And do not do anything other than Happy Endings, no blow jobs, intercourse etc.. That is the fastest way to get arrested and closed down. The first step is to find out whether your customer wants a Happy Ending. Men are easy, they typically wait for istanbul travesti you with a towel wrapped around their waist and they will drop it to lay down fully exposing themselves to you. That is a definitive sign. Other signs are that they will start touching you accidentally and see how you respond. Or when you are massaging their upper legs they will part them more widely. And of course when you ask them to turn over they will have an erection.” “Women are a little more tricky. You can offer them a shower and then take them to the shower room. You can turn on the water and wait for it to get warm. Some women will take off their bathrobe in front of you, a sure sign. Or when massaging their upper backs you may start brushing against the sides of their breasts and see how they react. They may moan to encourage you. Also, like men, when you massage their upper legs they may part them a little more. Since they don’t have erections you will have to be more careful. Of course not all customers are nice to look at, but you will get used to it.” “One last point. The female masseuses can, of course, fake everything and tell the men what they want to hear. You can’t do that. Your cock is the gauge of your enthusiasm. Being hard or semi-hard will definitely help you getting a generous tip. So I suggest that you take it easy on sex or masturbation. And please dress in gym shorts and t-shirt, no underwear. Any questions?” “No, I’m ready,” I replied. A couple of days later I had my first customer, a woman in her forties. I introduced myself and showed her to one of the rooms. After a while I knocked at the door and found her laying face down on the massage table with a towel draped over her butt.

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