This week is a pisser. I guess maybe because the way the earth is tilted or the end of the work week is Friday the 13th. Whatever it is, the freaks are out.
Tonight, these 2 guys come in. One's a black guy dressed in all black leather. The other is this Italian guy who put his birthday as 1984. Okay, I'm around 30 years old. Granted dude is grown, but I'm not into guys born in the mid-80s. They are my niece's age!
Anyhow, this jerky Italian schmuck decided to get a cheap massage, $15 for a 15 minute seated massage. My friend G said she got a bad vibe from them. I didn't at first. But, when I led the guy to the massage room, I instantly noticed his nervousness. He was twitchy and I told him to sit face forward into the chair with his face in the face cradle, his arms on the arm rest and his knees bent onto the leg rest. He wasn't listening or either his wrong brain was thinking because he was trying to sit backward on the chair. He got on the chair after I told him a second time how to do it.
While on the chair, he kept saying, "Damn, that feels good." I didn't say thank you or anything. I had my guards up. He then said, "Did I get the wrong address?"
I said, I don't know what you are talking about." But I did.
He said, "You know."
He said, "You know."
I said, "I don't know what 'YOU KNOW' means. Please elaborate." Chance 1.
He said, "The massage...what comes with it?"
He said, "The massage...what comes with it?"
I said, "What are you talking about?" Chance 2.
He said, "You know."
I said, "No, I don't know. What are you talking about?" Chance 3.
He said, "Uh...Wussup???"
I said, "Are you asking about illegal massages?"
He said, "Yes."
I said, "Get up off my chair and leave. We do not do that." 3 strikes, you're out.
He said, "I was just asking."
I said, "You don't ask that question. That is solicitation of prostitution which is a misdemeaner crime in our city. The massage is over, get your shirt on and get out."
I made sure when I walked out that his friend in the lobby heard that I said he was a little punk and a waste of time. The Italian friend walked out so quick with this scowl on his face like he just got scolded by his parents and was being sent to his room, and his friend got up and followed him out.
I made sure when I walked out that his friend in the lobby heard that I said he was a little punk and a waste of time. The Italian friend walked out so quick with this scowl on his face like he just got scolded by his parents and was being sent to his room, and his friend got up and followed him out.
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