He had his practice in a tiny office of a strip mall in a small town in a southern state. (so, an intersection with a strip mall, McDonald's, and a gas station at the one stop-light was pretty much it, other than houses) He was making a modest living, but needed more money, so he decided to start doing out-call work in the evenings.
As luck would have it, he got a call almost as soon as the ad ran in the local paper, and his very first client was a nice looking, recently divorced, 30-something woman. She had him set up at the foot of the stairs, an open area with no need for moving any furniture, and privacy wasn't an issue, as she lived alone, while she went up to her bedroom to disrobe.
He said the first sign of trouble was that she "accidentally" lost her towel at the base of the stairs. This caught him off guard, and he may have gaped a bit before remembering to turn around, but she did not seem all that anxious to get that towel back on, and he didn't believe there was any "accident" to that.
Once he got her on the table, he started work with her face-up. Nothing unusual happened for the first half of the actual massage. As with most clients, she seemed happy and relaxed throughout his work. It was when he got her turned over onto her stomach that this changed.
My friend was a bit small as guys go, so the woman he was working on was about the same size he was. As his business was still just him and his table, he was just in 501 jeans and a tshirt to do the massage. This client did not want her face in the Ushaped cushion at the end of the table, opting instead to rest her head on her arms. When he started work for the 2nd half of the massage, he was standing by her head to start on her back. It was about the time he had spread lotion on her back that she reached up to the top of his jeans and with one tug, opened them completely. (501 jeans were button-fly, and all of those buttons unbutton with one pull, if you know the right direction to pull)
My friend stepped back, and had a decision to make. While his dick was already trying to express it's vote, all he could think about was how many of his clients were married women, and how everyone knew everyone's business in this small town, and how quick he'd lose business, or worse, get visits from curious/jealous husbands, who might be inclined to assume their wife had been paying for too much work, etc. That act wound up being the end of that massage.
Now, that was the story he told me. What actually happened, we can only wonder. ;-)
As luck would have it, he got a call almost as soon as the ad ran in the local paper, and his very first client was a nice looking, recently divorced, 30-something woman. She had him set up at the foot of the stairs, an open area with no need for moving any furniture, and privacy wasn't an issue, as she lived alone, while she went up to her bedroom to disrobe.
He said the first sign of trouble was that she "accidentally" lost her towel at the base of the stairs. This caught him off guard, and he may have gaped a bit before remembering to turn around, but she did not seem all that anxious to get that towel back on, and he didn't believe there was any "accident" to that.
Once he got her on the table, he started work with her face-up. Nothing unusual happened for the first half of the actual massage. As with most clients, she seemed happy and relaxed throughout his work. It was when he got her turned over onto her stomach that this changed.
My friend was a bit small as guys go, so the woman he was working on was about the same size he was. As his business was still just him and his table, he was just in 501 jeans and a tshirt to do the massage. This client did not want her face in the Ushaped cushion at the end of the table, opting instead to rest her head on her arms. When he started work for the 2nd half of the massage, he was standing by her head to start on her back. It was about the time he had spread lotion on her back that she reached up to the top of his jeans and with one tug, opened them completely. (501 jeans were button-fly, and all of those buttons unbutton with one pull, if you know the right direction to pull)
My friend stepped back, and had a decision to make. While his dick was already trying to express it's vote, all he could think about was how many of his clients were married women, and how everyone knew everyone's business in this small town, and how quick he'd lose business, or worse, get visits from curious/jealous husbands, who might be inclined to assume their wife had been paying for too much work, etc. That act wound up being the end of that massage.
Now, that was the story he told me. What actually happened, we can only wonder. ;-)
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