Some Thoughts On Massage Parlors, Part One
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Author's notes: This is a story of family, heartbreak, love and Romance and Community. Names are changed, but it's a true story.
Characters:
Marie Valjean a thirty eight year old widow, escort and owner of massage parlors in South Seattle and Lake Tahoe. She has five daughters, in order two twins Brigette and Marie who are twenty three, Audrey who is twenty and fraternal twins Antoinette and Freddi eighteen.
Lola Benedict is Marie's mother in law from when Marie was with Lola's son Teddy, who passed in Afghanistan.
I was flitting about my first massage parlor talking to the three gals who were on today. We opened at two thirty six days a week, Sunday off for my gals, all of them had families and most of them went to Our Lady of Rat City, Rat City is what we called White center, which is located to the North on the border of Seattle and then South to Burien. Teddy was Brigette's and Marie's daddy, we never married, but he died in Afghanistan, was an helicopter pilot. Broke my damn heart when I lost him.
He was in the Navy and I got no money so I started hooking, which is mom was, actually she ran an escort agency. She ran ads in the yellow pages and want ads of the newspapers, she was partners with an older cop a watch commander and he had off duty guys work the phones. Teddy's dad had passed when he was a kid, Lola was Bogart's (the cop) side piece.
It was Lola's idea that I hook, I was pissed she wouldn't let me into her agency. She told me I wasn't tough enough and had to learn how to deal with getting busted (fuck the arresting officer every time I saw them from that point on) I would walk the streets in the summer and early fall and they'd drive by and roll the window down.
I'd walk up and ask them what they want, then tell the dude to go to a parking lot nearby. I'd follow in a few minutes. I had a routine which was I'd walk to the same passenger window, tell then to put his keys on the floor under neath him, give me the money with the door open get in and give them head or fuck. I got beat up a couple of times, when they'd try to get the money back from me.
Regulars would take me to motels. I'd only do anal in a bed, not in a fucking car. It was all tax free, I'd even had a card reader, debit cards only. I refused to drink or do coke, weed by myself was okay, never with a client.
It was like I was half actress and half therapist. Lot's of guys would pay me more, tips if I pretended I was multi-orgasmic. Don't get me wrong I worked my ass off, and I sweated like a pig, so I wore too much perfume and I would thrash around and moan and scream "right there, there, " or, "nobody's ever, oh, oh my fucking god I'm cumming, " or "my husband never makes me cum, that was incredible stud."
Usually, when I did that, it would get them to nut, which meant I could get back out on the street. I started working where this birthing center at a hospital called Virginia Mason was, it's gone now. I'd strut into the waiting room while the labor was going on wearing my red open toed pumps. I'd get clients, all day long. Mostly father of the mother, sometimes mother of the mother or mother in law of the mother. Sometimes mother to be's boss who she's fucking at work. One time I was in a bathroom stall and he's railing me with this nice black dick and I hear this commotion and it's the mom's white husband screaming about her new black baby.
After he nutted, I suggested he wait things out a bit and I'd let him know when it would be safe to go. I ended up fucking both the cuckold and he was hung like a mule, bigger than the new black daddy and he knew how to fuck, maybe mom was in love with the black dude who was listening to me get fucked again. Guy gave me five hundred bucks, told me it was the first non-pity fuck he'd had in a while, I said, "Dude you're good looking, got money, have a gorgeous dick and really know how to fuck, it's not your fault she's a fucking skank."
Ten minutes later I was back in the stall with her step dad, a silver haired guy a tall man with a pot belly and he was thick like a beer can and my cunt was full of a united nations jizz pool and he was in me pounding me like he was trying to make pancake batter and I almost nutted as he came and this voice said, "Jamaal, child I see your shoes, get yo black ass out her now."
He says in a whiney voice, "Mama quit disrespecting me."
She says, "I'll show you some gawd-damnit, mother fucking respect, your daddy and I taught you better and we'll be beating that ass tonight, now gawd- damnit now!!
Just then stepdad, says, "She was in high school, her mom was fit to be tied, she caught Chlamydia and had fucked every male teacher and half the woman teachers and any boy and girl that she could do. She texted her mom this morning and said it could one of six guys, two black, a Mexican landscaper, her husband and a Russian gangster." Then he nutted in me.
I staggered out of the men's room and went into the women's room and bought two jumbo tampons and put them into my extra wide cunt to absorb all the jizz in there. I could barely walk
I rode a stationary bike and did plyometric exercises with a big, inflated ball. Planks and other stuff for my abs, thighs and ass.
Some guys were widowers or divorced. Some guys were alone and they were not pervs, just guys that were broken. They'd cry and I'd listen and they would become regulars.
One of the cops who I had to pay off, told me about the massage parlor in White Center. I'd been in the business for two years and I had eighty thousand in the credit union, well the cop says there's a massage parlor with a three bedroom house on the lot. It had been seized by the DEA and it sat empty. The cop says he's bid on it for eighty thousand dollars and if I want he'll amend the bid if I put in forty two thousand and he'll be the silent partner and I'll be in charge.
I said, "Listen Biggie (nickname), I'm not giving you forty two thousand dollars before I see all the paper work with my name on it. I need to see all of it with how I amend the bid. It must be emailed to my attorney, Esther Feinberg efeinberglaw@gmail.com "
