Chicken Chokin' in the Shower

This brunette-haired guy came into the spa. He looked kind of ruddy, like he'd been working all day. He wanted to know the prices and then opted for the cheapest thing on our menu, the steam shower. He paid me $20 and I gave him his $5 change.

I led him to a massage room where he could undress and store his belongings. I showed him the steam shower and then I left him. I went to turn the steam on for him because it takes a moment to warm up. About 5 minutes later I heard running water, but it was not coming from the steam-shower. It was coming from the regular shower. He was in the regular shower with the lights off. I wasn't sure at first, so I kind of stared at both showers, trying to figure out why the steam-shower was so loud. I then turned the flourescent ceiling light on to see if there was someone in the regular shower (you can see feet under the curtain if there is). Instead, I saw a full view of him with his legs wide open, sitting on the handicap shower seat, with a fullblown hard-on, stroking HARD and he was looking directly at me. He must have seen me trying to figure out what was up with the showers.

I walked off freaked out. I didn't know if it was my place to say something, because what he does in the shower is his business, but then I kept thinking, that would mean I'm condoning sexual behavior in a massage business. So, I came back to the shower, and I yelled, "Uh, [insert a name that rhymes with DANCE], you're in the wrong shower. You paid for a steam shower and it's on for you." He moaned, "uhhh...oh, ok."

I went away, and I heard the water turn off, and then heard the steam room door close. He was in there. I turned off the flourescent light to save electricity in the other shower. I left and then I heard the loud noise of the regular shower again. He ditched the steam-shower and was back in the dark in the handicap shower. What the hell?

So, the other therapist goes in the hall and turns the flourescent light on. Now, she grabbed her mouth with her hand, and walked toward me and burst out laughing. He was jerkin the gerkin, spankin the monkey, straight JACKING OFF. I went outside to contemplate on what I wanted to do. Plus, I needed air, I was feeling nauseous.

I decided I would give him a dirty look and STARE at him when he walked out. That's exactly what I did. When he came out of the shower, I went to the bench outside and sat there. He looked at me with the happiest face on earth, and kind of teasingly sang, "Thaaaaank Yooooou...." I rolled my eyes at him and had a smirk on my face. I wrote in his chart that he was caught masturbating twice.

Now, ask me why I'm pissed... I had to disinfect 2 showers instead of one. 🤬