A little jizz can really ruin your day

In retrospect of this totally awesome work-week I have had, I would like to tell you about a totally awful massage appointment I had once.

I was called out to a hotel for a company I sometimes sub-contract for. The guy getting the massage told me he didn’t want anything too deep and just wanted to relax - which absolutely equates to “I just want to be rubbed by a chick.”

As soon as I made my way to his thighs he started some mild pelvic thrusting and told me it felt so good.

Gross. This is so not what I went to school for. My job has nothing to do with making a guy horny.

He had a chubby - not pitching a full tent, but there was definitely a swell of sorts happening. And then, out of no where, he splooged. There was zero contact to his member whatsoever, just a few firm strokes to his quadriceps. I am gonna go ahead and take a stab in the dark and say that this guy is not very good in bed. Really guy? You just blew your load in my sheets over that?

So, it made for a quite awkward next 25 minutes as I finished up the massage. I’m not accustomed to staring at a wet spot while I’m working. Washing my linens later that day, I was really bummed out to have to bring a stranger’s semen home with me.

Honestly though… I don’t know who I felt worse for… him or me.