So after I begin this blog with a dirt bag story from one of massage sessions, it just gets better---way better! So I will start this blog by saying that I am officially registered for classes in the fall...I will be keeping my clientel very selective.
So I'm at work one day just minding my own business when I man (wish I could say gentlemen) walks in asking about massage services. I step forward to introduce myself as the massage therapist and an appointment follows for MR. Mark Johnson. I come to work the next day and Mark Johnson is my first appointment. The massage goes as usual and he pays and leaves.
Well I come to work the next day, Thursday only to find that ANOTHER Mark Johnson is on my books at 5?! Well when he comes to the appointment I gently remind him that a massage following one the previous day may make him feel as though he was hit by a truck. He insists on it as he is a basketball coach that needs work on his hip flexors. I begin the massage and it goes fine, no words exchanged besides checking in with the client. About half way through the massage he asks for work only on the core and hip flexors. Red flags start waving in the air. For those of you that may not know that is only the middle of the body.
I continue the massage being very cautious about what I am doing. With about twenty minutes left on the clock I realize that this man is aroused....what?! Yes, fully loaded and ready to go. Well I am not that kind of massage therapist, we aren't in Thailand anymore Dorothy. So I let it go as massage can cause this sort of reaction. What I know doesn't usually happen is having the client act upon it. Well Mr. JOHNSON decides to pull the sheet down to show me his erect johnson. No undies, no nothin' just the weener. Shocked and amazed I pull the sheet up quickly and end the massage session promptly.
As I walk out of the room shaking in my boots I realize that I am the only one left in the salon at this point. The whole salon has left during my session with this guy. He comes out and acts as if nothing has happened. I take his money and lock the door right behind him. The investigator that I am I was aware of a few things. First that his key chain read Life Christian, second that he was married and third that he was here for NBC camps up at the college.
When I got home Nathan filed a police report promptly. After the police left we decided to google this Mark Johnson. Well turns out after we weren't successful with that name we looked up the schools name. There it was the basketball team and the coach Mark......but not Mark Johnson. He had given me a false last name and false address. Once we had the real name I was able to notify the police so that this dirt bag could be taken care of.
So as the picture above states, nudity prohibited people!!! Keeps your penis in your pants! MASSAGE THERAPY ONLY!
