Did a Guy Ever Do Anything Inappropriate?
(Do Millipedes Have Legs, You Mean? Or, More Aptly, Do Octopuses Have Arms?
Ughh. Guys can be handy. Like a frikkin’ octopus. Yes! Honestly, I hated working on guys. They sweat a lot, have hairy bodies, smell funky, and often proceed to try smashing my boundaries within five minutes of meeting. “Do you have a boyfriend?” I got asked. Really, it’s not their business. But it’s really just how they asked.
At one time I needed money and I didn’t yet have the advanced training to perform prenatal massage, and so I would take on male clients. Now, I don’t have a spare minute with all the perinatal sessions I do!
Anyway, I was working for a mobile massage company, but not the company I work with now.
I was sent to the home of some stock market guy. Successful. Affluent. It was right on the Hudson, with a view of Manhattan. I swear, I literally almost drove into the water. (My then-GPS was no better than the GPS I have now - see my story about driving to a Women’s Massage despite my GPS’s best efforts!) The GPS told me to drive off the end of a road and into the Hudson River. I swear this happened.
Anyway, it was a fairly modest, yet certainly pricey pad. At first he seemed normal enough. But…something wasn’t right. He kept touching his nipples during the session. Then, when I was wondering what it all meant, while I was working on his leg, he tugged his thing. Then, he made his thing move. It was so creepy.
When I went to wash my hands, I was certain he was going to be standing there, buck naked, when I got out. And, sure enough, he was. I was grinning ear-to-ear, though not for the reason he thought. I didn’t look down. I didn’t want to se his junk. Weirdo.
Another time, a guy at a hotel kept trying to touch my leg. That was when I first started, and I really needed the sessions to pay my rent. And so, instead of ending the session and walking out, I ignored it, like the above instance. I just made the session super-uncomfortable. Enough pressure was used so that it couldn’t possibly have been felt as sensual. It was therapeutic, but not tender in any way.
Then, another hotel guy, again, in the start of my career, tried to pull the draping off of himself. Again, and again. It was a tug-of-war. In the end, I did the most lackluster session I ever did. I didn’t care; I just wanted it to be over. I was tired of seeing this guy’s wiener. It was the only session I ever did that wasn’t my best effort, excepting sessions where I was stressed by life outside of work.
I know this is supposed to be about In-Home Massage, and my journeys across New Jersey doing that work, specifically, but this is relevant, and led me to where I am now. Ladies, never let a man manipulate you into doing ANYthing you aren’t comfortable with. And, that’s even if you need money. Just do your session like an Amazon, and when it ends, he’ll pay you. You don’t really need to disrespect yourself or your profession.