Dirty!

This Mexican guy came in. He looked okay. He was quiet, but then again he didn't speak much English. I had him fill out the client intake form as best as he could. What he couldn't fill in, I allowed to pass. I figured he was a healthy man just needing a relaxing massage. That's what most people come to the spa for anyway...just to relax.
So, when he got to the room, he had no qualms in starting to undress as I was talking to him about getting undressed. I figured he knew what to do, so I bailed out of that room quick.

When I got to the room he was under the sheet, face down on the table, but looking back in my direction. I walked in and began at his feet. Whenever I would take my hand off him to walk around the table, he'd lift his head up to see what I was doing. I got that instant vibe that he must be thinking, "Is she getting the condom ready?" or "Is she taking her shirt off yet?" So, my wall was up and I got that familiar chip on my shoulder.

I got to his erector spinaes and trapz. He lifted his head to see what I was fixing to do, and I said firmly, "Put your head into the table and try to relax." In my mind I was rolling my eyes and huffing and puffing about this guy I'm not liking. I decided to work on his arms because I didn't want to turn him over. I was not comfortable with him at all. I applied oil to my hands and he lifted his head again and was staring at me. I don't know how much he could see of me, but my body mechanics were off as I was trying to stay away from his view. I didn't want him looking at me, for my crotch is as low as his face and body.

His hands were filthy and it was then that I knew he wasn't as clean as I thought he was when I initially saw him. I should have told him to shower first, but he looked clean. I said, "Your skin is extremely dirty. That's really poor hygiene practice." He said, "I work to the grass." I didn't say anything after that.

I got a steamed towel to wipe his skin down, anticipating on seeing just how much filth would come off him. I started off with a white towel and ended up with a 75% dark gray towel. That was only dirt from the posterior side of his body. Can I just say, "EW?"

I started patting him dry and doing a little Shiatsu stretches to his legs. I got to his arms and was going to stretch the axillary and pectoral area. But, the time it took me to walk from his legs to his arms, he lifted his head to see what I was doing. I grabbed his arm to start the stretch and he was trying to turn over. I firmly said, "Put your head back into the face cradle," and I took my hand to the back of his head and guided it back down. After those stretches I told him the massage was finished and that I would see him out front.

I washed my hands and repeated the washing. I went and got him a bottle of water and stood in the front to bid him farewell. I made it through the massage so I thought I could be nice to him till he was out of my place. He came out and said out loud, "One qwesshon." I said, "Okay, ask your question." He said, "No sexo?" I lost my cool right then and there and said, "I don't believe you just asked that question. You are extremely offensive. And even if I was a prostitute I would have standards. I sure as hell wouldn't be with a man who doesn't wash himself before he lets others touch his body. How filthy. Get out of here and don't come back. You are dirty and offensive." He said, "Sorry," and walked out.