Happy Endings

I chatted with a guy, in his early fifties.  Flattering conversation. Well of course it would be, I mean, you are not going to say things that are unflattering. We start with some preliminaries. What do I do, and then I ask what he does. He says he has a business and that he mainly works as a massage therapist. HMMMM Okay,  I won’t question…yet. We talk a few times and I agree to meet for coffee.  Perfect gentleman, got my coffee, found a nice table outside to enjoy the weather. He was dressed quite casually, gym shorts and a t-shirt, but explained he was going to a client after he and I had our meet and greet. I was casual also, but maybe not as casual. No problem. It was coffee.  Conversation went well and we talked about an hour and a half. I decided after a bit, to ask about his work. “Do you have your own office space where your business is, or do you work with someone else?”  

 

He smiled , a little evil grin spread across his face.  “Oh, I work all over the area,” he said. “I go to people’s homes and I set up there.” OK I have heard of this before, but yet I was feeling like there was more. Well, because there was!

 

He begins to explain that he will go to individual homes and give massages. and I quote, “from top to bottom”. I couldn’t let that statement slide, so hesitantly, I asked, “what exactly do you mean?” He said, quite seriously, “I will massage any or all parts. And pretty much anything else they ask for.”

This got my attention. I assume it is all women, though I should not really assume anything! “Yes, it is all women and I have a lot of repeat customers.”

 

I’m thinking, I  bet you do. He then explains that he is really good at what he does. So I had to ask, really why shouldn’t I, “Are you dressed when you do this?”

 

“Only if they want me to be,” he says. Now he really has my attention. Turns out he will be happy to disrobe, if it is requested, and it seems that it is requested quite often. “So, technically,” I ask, “you give massages with happy endings?”

 

“Oh we never have sex.” Said with a very straight face and serious tone. “They can only touch me.”

“But you are naked?”

“If they want me to be.”

“Are they?”

“Well of course. They are getting a massage.”

DUH

 

“Maybe i can set one up for you,” evil grin with a somewhat serious tone.  Honestly I have never had a massage. Don’t know why, but never really desired one, though I know it would be good for stress relief. But I also knew this was not going to happen.  We then continue the conversation just about what would be considered mundane topics at this point. Somehow we wander back to the massage conversation, again DUH,  and I ask, “How did you get into this?”

Straight faced and quite proud, he says, “I used to do soft porn. You can look me up online.”

Yes, of course I did later on when I got home. Just because I didn’t want a massage, didn’t mean I couldn’t peek.  You know you would have too.. Did I get my massage? …NO. did not. Couldn’t bring myself to do it. But we chat occasionally, he sort of checks in to see if I have changed my mind, and to reassure me, the offer still stands whenever I am ready. 

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