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Confessions of an underaged massage therapist

Confessions of an underaged massage therapist

Chapter one – My beginning

I don’t want to go into a lot of detail about my age, since it might cause problems if the wrong person reads this and connects this writing back to me. I have enough problems without that.

Suffice to say, I am just passed high school age, but not a 21-year-old. In the state I live in you must be 21 to be a masseuse and have a license. A LICENSE! How dumb is that? You need government approval to be in a room with a naked stranger, and rub on them? Where is the logic and sense in that? Anyway, that is not the reason I decided to document my “career” as a masseuse. I wanted to write down what my life is like while being a massage therapist. I prefer calling myself a masseuse, but most people can’t even spell that word or might not even know the meaning. But massage therapist is simpler to understand. Masseuse does look better on a resume’ but I haven’t needed one of those since I have given up on getting a real career.

I got kicked out of the house by my mom. She said once I was done with high school I had to move out, and she meant it. She said I was hanging around too much and put a damper on the men that she would bring to the house. Dad has been gone for years and we don’t know if he is alive or dead. She dates men she meets in a bar or shopping and brings them home. If I am there it causes problems. I don’t know if my mom charges men to come home with her, like a whore, or just hints ...

... around that she needs help with the rent money. Or maybe she is just a horny woman. At least I didn’t get that trait from a stranger. I am constantly horny and revved up. That is how I got into this massage business.

When I got kicked out, a friend said I could stay with her for a while. She knew someone who had a Massage Salon and needed another masseuse. I did not know what a masseuse was, at that time, but if it paid, I would take it. My friend took me over there, and I got interviewed.

The lady who ran the place was middle aged and Asian. Her American name was Mona. I learned later that most of the Massage Salons are run by Asians since they normally have a steady supply of girls coming from overseas, who need work. Covid and other restrictions have left Mona shorthanded. I went to the shop and Mona led me back to a small office to talk. She said I was very pretty and had a nice figure. She said the men would like me. But I had to understand that there were rules to follow. She told me that she would arrange for me to get the license so I could be a therapist, but the cost would come out of my pay.

She asked me if I had any experience. I told her no. Mona had some videos I could watch in this office to learn what to do. She told me that most men expected a happy ending. I did not know what that was, so she explained it. She said that when the massage time period had 10-15 minutes left, I would start to play with the customer’s genitals. If he indicated I should go on, ...