Feet and Scalp

Today at work, I was itching to massage. Lord have mercy, this guy says he wants a one hour massage. I ask him if he would like to shower before the massage. He says no. He says, "I'd like to go wash my hands though." I'm thinking ohhhh kaaaay. He takes forever and a day. I went to the lounge and then peeked around the corner to see if he had closed the massage room door. If so, then that means he's in there. The door was closed. So, I go to the restroom to wash my hands before I start the massage. It smelled like SHIT. I just don't get people. We have a nice economy size can of AIR FRESHENER on the back of the toilet, and HE DID NOT USE IT. I about upchucked. Why do people do that?

So, I wash my hands in the funkyass bathroom. Then, I go to the massage room. He's laying face down. I ask him if he would like deep pressure on his back. He says no. I start on his feet. He says, "Just massage my feet for a half hour and the other half hour on my head." I'm thinking, how in the hell am I supposed to do an hour massage on feet and scalp? If I could punch him, I would have. I tried to get myself out of massaging just his feet. I said, "You know, the tendons in your toes are connected to the muscles in your lower legs. I really recommend a lower leg massage as well." He says, "No, just my feet." I was thinking This MotherFucker...

Meanwhile, he was moaning and saying, "Oh so beautiful. Oh that's so beautiful," everytime I massaged just beneath his toes. I was utterly grossed out. I just could not get out of it. Finally, I got the massage done with. *just shivered just now as I am typing this*