MewMewMuse

It is accurate. It can be accurate and lowbrow. Like ordering mutton at a fancy restaurant and being like, "I'd like a chunk of dead sheep." It's not wrong! But euphemisms exist to make us feel like complex, civilized people, especially during primal acts.

Your typical customer would want the girl to be having a good time, too. It's not sexy to have a stranger yawning and looking across the room or going, "oh yeah, you like that" with a face like Grumpy Cat. A big part of the draw in coming to these places is in touching a hot lady, and pleasuring her. I was surprised to find that out, too, and after ten minutes of getting my own body massaged, would wonder, Is this guy just trying to not pay me?

But no. It was thrilling for them to get their masseuse off, and then have her repay him with real gratitude. :)

Hahaha, there was a fair share of guys who suspected something, but weren't sure.... and when I started to escalate things, this disbelieving joy would enter their face. It was hilarious. I really enjoyed those. After the session, they would be stunned and say things like they weren't sure if they imagined it.

But I don't think anyone ever came in thinking they were going to get an ordinary massage. We just weren't marketed that way. Guys who acted entirely innocent were probably undercover bylaw cops.

The main reason I quit was because I worried making that much money could stop me pursuing tougher careers. Also, the spa was ridiculously inconvenient to commute to. Our transit sucks. So.... kind of a lame reason, but it took its toll.

Some customers were disabled, or really fat, really shy, or really busy. Those were my favourites. I had nothing against them, I could understand their desire for an experience that never was part of their life. They didn't come in with a bunch of money and a feeling of entitlement.

There were also people similar to me, maybe new to the city or new to sex, and I liked meeting them, too. They were just exploring, having fun, no malice.

But there were the entitled types, dumb ones, greedy and narrow-minded ones as well, who figured if they were paying a woman, they owned her body and soul for the duration of a session, and would act astonished to be told, "No, I'm providing you a service. Like in any other industry. It still has boundaries and I'm still a human, so act like it."

Didn't like those ones.

Even better-- I took a college course while I was still working, and a guest professor came in for a month, a highly respected man in his field. We locked eyes. I knew him. He knew.

That was a good course.