Massage therapists and customers, what was your strangest experience during the process?

I'm a male companion for hire and give special massages. My prices are very high compared to a regular

massage, and no one can really mistake what you're buying. Also, the website I advertise on is full of

undressed buff dudes, so there's really no confusion.

Well, one day I receive a call from a man asking if I'm available.

He said he'd like a massage at his office in the middle of downtown.

I didn't think much of this, as I've done this kink for a few people before.

They normally run a small business and nobody is there at that time of night.

Innocent enough. But this guy requested it to be at lunch and gave me the address to a bustling building.

When I arrived, it was filled with people in a beautiful open space office. I brought my massage table and people were making light conversation with me thinking I'm a legit masseuse.

This was way out of my comfort zone. I'm used to dealing

with pervy guys and dimlit rooms, not talking to Karen and her friends interested in booking a

massage. When I finally met the guy, he led me through to a maze of people and departments.

Everyone was staring as I was dressed like a manho while everyone else was in business attire.

Tank top, grey sweats and no underwear.

Got to dress the part, you know?

He leads me to an open room that had been converted into a massage area,

meaning there's no doors, just a paper curtain divider that blocks the view from his co-workers.

I started the massage and was thinking,

he can't possibly think I would do

anything here, right? This is insane. After 30 minutes, I get a sense that something is off. I'd

glide my hands to more intimate areas, but he keeps talking casually. Most guys would pop a tent,

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