So, I’ve been working at a massage parlor for a while, and I have to say, I’ve seen some crazy things go down. The other day, a new client walks in, fills out the paperwork, and gives the receptionist his name. Suddenly, I can tell something’s off. The reception ladies glance at each other, their smiles drop, and they start speaking in their own language, flipping through the clipboard like they're on a secret mission. They glance back at him with these cold, fake smiles and whisper something. I’m pretty sure they’ve flagged this guy.
The massage lady goes in, and I can already tell she’s in a mood. I peek into the room, and her technique is all over the place. She’s barely putting any pressure on some parts, then jabbing her nails into others. The client politely asks her to adjust twice, and she does—but then she starts doing this weird closed-fist thumping. I’ve seen it before, but usually, it’s reserved for people we want out fast.
The session’s halfway through, and I’m feeling bad for the guy. He’s just lying there, trying to survive. Then she gets to his neck and gives these two light thumps. But out of nowhere—BAM! She punches the guy in the neck, like a full-on boxing jab. Even I winced from the other room. The dude looks up, and you can just feel the confusion and anger simmering. She knows she’s messed up, gasps, and walks out.
At this point, I know I’m going to have to step in. I knock on the door and try to smooth things over, but it’s too late—the damage is done. The guy steps out, and an argument breaks out with management. We both knew this was not normal. Eventually, he storms out, and I don’t blame him one bit.
Nah i work there
How much did they tip? (You're about to give ktt an aneurysm)
the parlore continues
So, I’ve been working at a massage parlor for a while, and I have to say, I’ve seen some crazy things go down. The other day, a new client walks in, fills out the paperwork, and gives the receptionist his name. Suddenly, I can tell something’s off. The reception ladies glance at each other, their smiles drop, and they start speaking in their own language, flipping through the clipboard like they're on a secret mission. They glance back at him with these cold, fake smiles and whisper something. I’m pretty sure they’ve flagged this guy.
The massage lady goes in, and I can already tell she’s in a mood. I peek into the room, and her technique is all over the place. She’s barely putting any pressure on some parts, then jabbing her nails into others. The client politely asks her to adjust twice, and she does—but then she starts doing this weird closed-fist thumping. I’ve seen it before, but usually, it’s reserved for people we want out fast.
The session’s halfway through, and I’m feeling bad for the guy. He’s just lying there, trying to survive. Then she gets to his neck and gives these two light thumps. But out of nowhere—BAM! She punches the guy in the neck, like a full-on boxing jab. Even I winced from the other room. The dude looks up, and you can just feel the confusion and anger simmering. She knows she’s messed up, gasps, and walks out.
At this point, I know I’m going to have to step in. I knock on the door and try to smooth things over, but it’s too late—the damage is done. The guy steps out, and an argument breaks out with management. We both knew this was not normal. Eventually, he storms out, and I don’t blame him one bit.