As a massage therapist I've learned to take any clients I can get, so I jumped at the last minute appointment call I got when my three o'clock cancelled on me. He asked the usual questions, but then also seemed to be specifically interested in making sure he his privates would be well covered. Considering most guys seem to get a thrill out of the chance of being exposed, it was a nice change to know he wasn't going to be hitting on me.
Despite the short notice, he showed up on time. He was taller than me, with a confident swagger and a cocky grin, which made me a little nervous but I remembered his questions on the phone and the feeling passed. I've never come across a client I couldn't handle.
My massage rooms are small but work well for me. There's room for my table and a bench for clients to use when they undress. Each room has a music system and a large selection of lotions and oils so I can tailor the experience to the client's wishes. A lighted vanity and sink combination makes the rooms well lit but still relaxing and intimate. I slipped out for a few minutes to let him undress and when I came back in he was stretched out face down on the table.
Per my usual routine I assured him that we didn't have to have a conversation unless he chose to and began steadily working on his neck and shoulders. He was quite tense and I must have made some sort of sound because he mentioned he'd been a bit tense lately.
We chatted a bit now and then, just about simple things, and then I told him I needed him to turn over. He hesitated and I assured him that I'd close my eyes. That seemed to appease him and he rolled over for me and I started working on him again. He began talking about the last girl he'd dated and how they'd broken up recently. They hadn't dated long, but he'd thought she was something special. I moved the sheet back out of the way a bit and he flinched.
"What was that for?" I asked him as I began working his arms.
"Sorry," he chuckled nervously, "I'm a bit paranoid about being, uh, seen by women these days. Naked I mean."
His hesitancy was kind of cute and I couldn't imagine what he could have done to run some girl off. He must have cleared his throat three times before he admitted that the girl had said their sex life wasn't exciting enough.
"Oh honey, don't worry about that, some girls are just a bit wild when it comes to that. Not every girl out there is going to want to do it hanging from the rafters, trust me," I assured him.
"Well, it wasn't exactly that," he said, shifting a bit on the bed. "The only way she'd do it was if she got to be on top. She said, well hell, ...she said I was so much smaller than what she was used to that that was the only way she got anything out of it."
Now I've heard a lot from clients, but this was a new one. Most guys, on or off the table, like to brag about how huge they are or how well they please their women. I couldn't help but be intrigued, since like many men, he was beginning to make the sheet into a tent.
"Oh come on now, you can't be that small. Even I can see that tent you're making there under the sheet," I tried lightening the mood a bit since he seemed a bit upset by his confession.
