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There has been a major change this year from the past. I’ve been working in massage parlors for too many years to admit, and running them for half that again. I’ve never seen this before. Not that it’s bad; it’s actually good for you guys and Asian escorts, but Asian massage parlors (AMPs). The escorts have always been a diversified bunch. Lots of college girls, international displaced girls, wives of business men, etc. And sometimes we’d get girls hiding in massage parlors, when they had a bad situation to get out of and needed cash. Most over-40 massage girls were like that, hiding from husbands and extended families.

But that was rare. In places like Atlantic City, I had lots of coke friends in the massage parlors. But Atlantic City was not the usual. When a pretty girl gets hooked on coke and stuck on the party life, she may choose to “recover” from her party night by crashing in a friendly massage parlor, with her friends. She can pick up a customer or two without pressure, to make the landlord happy, and for a few hundred bucks of recovery money. I know that route, honey. I lived it for years.

But the work force of Asian massage parlors was working girls. Pros. Today, I’m seeing a move towards “family girls”.

Family girls come from nice families, with nice backgrounds and good neighborhoods. They are clean and natural, not hardened emotionally or dolled-up Hollywood style. They are “the Asian girl next door”. As far as their “regular life” goes, they go away to “visit a friend” in another city for a week to 10 days, and then come back. They turn off their “real” cell phones, and stay away from the connected life while they are working. The family doesn’t know they are actually working in a massage parlor, handling 6 customers a day for 10 days to clear several thousand in cash.

I know who reads this blog, and it’s not those family members. So you guys (and massage-girl-loving women, since there are a lot more of you these days, too) should like to know this. These girls are cleaner, nicer, and more natural. They are willing and enjoy their work more than most pros do. They are also “less dangerous”.

I just said good bye to “Lemon”, who came from New Jersey. She was Korean, 23 years old, and quite beautiful without make up. She was all natural. If I met her in a club I’d call her a virgin, because of how she behaved. She may have never experienced harshness yet in her life, because she was so open and nice. Lemon told me she chose her stage name “since Lemon’s are tart, and when I’m here, I’m a tart”. Imagine that! I doubt I ever met a single Korean who knew what “tart” meant at all. I bet even Lemon doesn’t really know.

It’s almost as if she respects the profession that currently is paying her bills and funding her future. When did that change happen?

Lemon started 10 days ago. She flew in, came direct to meet me here in the massage parlor, and wanted to meet everyone else. She wanted to know “which room was hers” until I taught her the rotation. She didn’t ask me anything about “inside the room”. Good girl.

Her first customer was a regular who always stayed at least 15 minutes overtime. He was a pain in the ass, but a good customer. He always wanted more, no matter what he got. He was a clinger. But with Lemon, he was out in 35 minutes, very happy. How did that happen? Lemon said he was “cute” and “so nice”.

Her second day she saw 9 men, and made everyone happy as far as I could tell. During the time I knew her she was never rough, never dirty, and never brought any of her business outside of the private massage room. And now, 10 days later (about 65 men later on the massage parlor calendar), she hugged me goodbye, thanked me sincerely for “taking care of her”, and didn’t offer any suggestion of ever seeing me again. It was simply understood that she came, and now she’s going.

I’ve learned that she charged less than the pros, and was more open-minded than the pros. She smiled always, and granted every customer the benefit of the doubt. She must have worked hard, although I never saw her sweat. Of course I did check out her body (I have to do that before they can work… you would be surprised what lies under some clothes, and my customers need to be protected). She was young, healthy, fit but not trim nor fat. Very very clean, and perfectly balanced. That last part.. balanced, is the give away. Most edgy girls are uneven.. something is always out of balance. It might be uneven titties, or mismatched nipples, or bony hips or stringy legs or one eye tilted, or one leg slightly longer than the other. My long time friend Annie said Lemon was a “perfect girl” because she looked ready to make a baby. That’s a good way to put it. She wasn’t a “perfect 10″ like a model, but she was the kind of young woman you would want to make children with. No flaws.

In May I had 2 of these girls, out of California. In June I had one from Canada, and now Lemon from New Jersey. All the same characteristics. They need money, don’t have good jobs available to them, and don’t want to make big commitments. Massage parlor work seems to fit them, and they come and go as they please.

Good luck in the hobby everyone, and be nice to these girls. If we are lucky, some will stay in the profession and replace the aging pros who have become so cynical and edgy. If that happens, life will be good for everyone involved.

This story came in from a reader.  Thank you for that  – Missy

I met May last week at the new massage parlor. It’s one of those mirrored window places, the kind that everyone knows is not going to last very long. I went in and of course said I had been there before. I got May.

May was a bit odd. She is older but not past 45, and heavily made up. She greeted me with a friendly chest bump, which I thought was very strange. Her 5 foot frame meant her chest bump was more like a dry hump than a bump. She did again… a few times in rapid succession, while saying hello. It was like I was being dry humped by a Korean massage girl. I laughed. She aid “one hour” and I reached into my pocket. As I did, she pulled down her panties and tossed them to the side.

She was wearing a mini dress, so the removal of the panties didn’t make any real difference. I didn’t see anything except the panties get removed and tossed aside. But the idea of it — that she didn’t need them for a one hour session, was very strange. I wondered if I’d start to smell her.. and then I realized that was stupid. She told me to lay down.

About 45 minutes of crappy massage with too much oil, with a not-very-lightweight May riding on my back. Did I enjoy the no panties feel? Sorry. I was too stressed about the way she was sliding up and down my back with her ass, because it hurt. This lady had no grace about her. At one point she bumped up and down like a kid playing cowboy. Very very strange.

On the flip May started to handle Mr. Johnson and got his full attention, and then she slipped to the side of the table and pulled up a chair. She was looking straight at him, massaging him up and down, and I sat up to try and understand just what this crazy Korean was thinking. Her eyes were fixated on the Big Guy, while sliding her hand up and down, up and down. She leaned into the table, pressing her chest against it. I reached down and she pressed into the table harder, as if to block my access to the titties.

“I have a complex”, she said. Wow. I’ve never heard any Korean use that word. “A complex about my breasts”.

May then told me a long and detailed story of her battle with breast cancer, her surgery (which left scars she was hiding), and the subsequent spiral crash of her life. First cancer, then doctors. Medical bills, and distracted attention from the family business. A husband who couldn’t accept her “disease” and who just wished she would either ignore it or make it go away quickly so life could go back to normal. A cancer care system that adopted her and treated her like a person, teaching her about her health and how she could choose to fight the cancer.

May told me of her friends at Cancer Center, the chemo and radiation, the hair loss, the sickness, and the close bonds she formed with the others who also had become isolated from friends and family, but were also becoming enlightened about how they did have some influence over what happened to them.

I learned May is a survivor, now fully clean of cancer as well as any other germs that may have once lived in her blood before it was assaulted with radiation and hazardous chemicals. I learned that May divorced her “Korean man” husband, because he “didn’t really care about her and was stupid”. I learned that her family business failed, and she lost everything, but “survived her life”. I also learned that, according to May, the drugs made her crazy in the head (and still do). May says she’s almost done with the drugs… one more month. She doesn’t know what will happen next, but she has a different life now. What could she do for money? She heard about this work, and she was previously trained in massage as a young woman so she could get a job doing massage parlor work if she wanted.

May says she always knew massage girls to be dirty. It was not a respectable life. But in her craziness and separated from everything she knew, she tried it to try and make money. “No sex stuff for me” she says she told the boss. Just good massage. The boss said no problem, you can do what you want.

“That was 3 weeks ago”, May told me as she continued to stare at the head of Mr. Johnson, stroking up and down slowly with well-oiled hands. “I never did intercourse”, she asserts. “But I want to try oral”.

I was more intrigued than aroused, but her handiwork kept him firm. Then she looked at me instead of him.

“All my life I know just one dick”, she said. “Just one dick. Now… so many dick!”

I kid you not. This is my report from the field.

May described for me her 3 weeks in the massage parlor. She started massage only, no exposure. She didn’t make any money. Then she met a “very nice man” who taught her how should could understand her customers, and define options for making money, controlling things. He showed her the turn over and happy ending process, and she started to make money. And she started to see dicks.

“So many dick”, as she recounts the experience. “Big dick. Long dick, all kind of dick”. She was very interested to see them, and now likes to handle them and see how they react to her hands. She told me she likes to see them cum, but says many times she tells the guy to do it himself. She wants to do oral, but isn’t ready yet. “Maybe this week” she said. “I want to try. Someday I do intercourse, but not yet”. She then told me to finish myself.

No, May, not this time. I took the opportunity to show her yet another way a customer could get relief without oral or intercourse, and she thanked me for that training at the end of the session. “Now I know one more way”, she said.

Hope everyone has it better than me this year. As with most obsessive and addictive people, I’m on the run. Running away from everything. I’ve been through 3 cities in the past 5 days, worked last night until 3am in New York, am in New Jersey now, headed for Atlantic City for Christmas Night. Internet connection is very unreliable through my connection.

Yes I will work… I have sort of special status in Atlantic City so I get to pop in to the queue when I want, and I want a few customers between 4 and 8 today. I doubt they will appreciate me, but I will enjoy them as my Christmas present. My choices, done my way, for my price. Then I go to the Christmas show, drink and gamble after, and have been told I might even get to meet Mr. Trump this weekend.

Whatever… as long as I keep moving. Ghosts can’t catch me if I keep moving.

Ever wonder how we do it? Week after week, close contact with the public yet we seem to work every day most of the day, and never get sick?

Well, we do get sick. But we are not whiners. And cover-up medications really work if you also get a lot of sleep.

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