I had been working in this place, a body rub parlor in an apartment off Columbus Avenue in Manhattan, for a couple of months. For one-hundred dollars you could get a sensual massage on your backside, then a frontal massage complete with what we called the "happy ending". It was quick money, and in another week I'd have enough to split for Hollywood and set myself up in an apartment. Then, after a couple of well-placed blowjobs to the right people, hopefully I'd get a part on a series, or one of the dating reality shows. But I still had another week of pulling cocks before I had enough.
Anyway, like I said, I'd been there a couple of months and I'd serviced all types of guys--businessmen, college students, professor types. And I'd seen all sorts of bodies--tall, short, fat, skinny, even a few well-built guys who were really hung. But the one thing they all had in common was that I never gave a shit about any of them. Just a dollar sign, I talk nice, pull their dicks and get them out the door. Except for this one guy.
He had made an appointment an hour earlier. He sounded sort of nervous on the phone. He showed up on time and I opened the door to let him in.
"Hello, Brad," I said. "I'm Rhonda"
"Hi," was about all he could muster. He was real pudgy, about 5'9", two-hundred pounds. He wore a dress shirt and slacks. At least he was clean. You wouldn't believe how dirty some of the shitheads who come here are. My guess is that he was some kind of scholarly nerd, maybe a grad student in philosophy. I could tell he was really nervous.
"Come on back," I said. I led him to the room with the massage table. I asked if he wanted any extras. For an extra thirty, I'll go topless and you can play with my tits as I stroke you. But he said no, just the basic would be fine. Damn. I took his one-hundred dollar fee and told him to undress, that I'd be back in a minute. I went into the parlor and put the money in my purse.
When I got back, he was naked, laying face down on the table. I poured some baby oil in my hand and began to gently rub his shoulders. He flinched a little.
"Is that cold?" I asked.
"No, it's alright," he said. Like I said, I never gave a shit about any of these guys, and I didn't give a shit about him. But he was really uptight and sometimes uptight guys have trouble getting it up when the time comes and it just makes my job harder. So I knew I needed to loosen him up a little.
"You seem nervous, Brad. Is this your first time in a place like this?"
"Yeah." I guessed that he must have been worried about his wife finding out.
"Are you married?" I asked.
"No." So if not his wife, maybe his girlfriend.
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"No."
"Wow," I said. "No wife and no girlfriend." I kept rubbing his back ever so gently. So if he wasn't worried about anyone finding out, there had to be another reason he was so nervous. I thought I had the answer. "Brad, you're a shy guy, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I guess I am."
"So. Are you a virgin?" I knew some of the younger college age guys that came in were virgins, I was pretty good at spotting them. He didn't say anything. "It's okay, Brad, you can tell me."
"Yeah." Bingo.
