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Crushing By The Hour?

When feelings intersect with professional considerations.

· Thinking Different,Social Change,Destigmatizing Sex,Human Sexuality,Philosophy

This is Keila.

Well, it's not, really. But Keila is her working name, and so the one I know her as, and feel comfortable mentioning here as it won't compromise her identity in any way.

Keila is a masseuse. As the studio's pictures, the background, her posing and outfit suggest, she is not what is known as a 'clinical' or 'therapeutic' masseuse (which is to say a trained professional at the various arts and techniques of skilled massage) but rather a 'sensual' masseuse. a politer way of saying 'erotic' to refer to her skills or lack thereof. Insofar as easing strained muscles are concerned, at least.

In other aspects of her profession, her technique is, in my admiring opinion, utterly flawless.

Before continuing, I would like to make two things clear.

  • In Québec, what is colloquially known as a 'happy ending' (which is to say masturbation) is a legally acceptable finish to any massage, though clinical/therapeutic professionals only rarely offer it as far as my experience goes. But anything more is considered prostitution and therefore illegal. (The inanity of legislating what a woman, or anyone does with their body being another topic for another time.)
  • While I have, and will continue to receive both clinical treatment for my various ailments and sensual massage for the sheer enjoyment of it, I have never and will never paid anyone for any kind of sensual or erotic contact. In short, I am not comfortable with the idea of anyone touching me in any way that they wouldn't happily and freely do of their own volition. It's not my looking down on prostitution or other sex work in any way, it's just where my personal compass fails to point north.

The studio, which I will not name, is likely one of the Russian-operated ones, given the slavic-seeming receptionist and penchant for offering Eastern European-looking masseuses. It's either Russian or Chinese in Montréal, as I understand it.

 

Given that for the (in)appropriate 'tip' a lot more than a hand-job is typically not only on offer, but expected of the client lest he find his masseuse's mood darken at the prospect of lost income. Keila is nothing like that, not with me anyhow, but then I tip for full service and ask her to give me much less for the same 'tip.' Hell, if the police raided the place during one of our sessions, they wouldn't have anything to bust either of us for. Not that it would likely matter to them.

 

Which is to say that yes, I visit Keila, and have others before she became my favourite, or 'crush' as I think of her and yes, her touch is utter bliss... But only where she chooses, regardless of my tipping her fully. I also enjoy just looking at her, she's my idea of near feminine perfection, and talking with her, we share a number of surprisingly (on her part, not mine) nerdy and literary interests.

Before continuing, I would like to make two things clear.

  • In Québec, what is colloquially known as a 'happy ending' (which is to say masturbation) is a legally acceptable finish to any massage, though clinical/therapeutic professionals only rarely offer it as far as my experience goes. But anything more is considered prostitution and therefore illegal. (The inanity of legislating what a woman, or anyone does with their body being another topic for another time.)
  • While I have, and will continue to receive both clinical treatment for my various ailments and sensual massage for the sheer enjoyment of it, I have never and will never paid anyone for any kind of sensual or erotic contact. In short, I am not comfortable with the idea of anyone touching me in any way that they wouldn't happily and freely do of their own volition. It's not my looking down on prostitution or other sex work in any way, it's just where my personal compass fails to point north.

The studio, which I will not name, is likely one of the Russian-operated ones, given the slavic-seeming receptionist and penchant for offering Eastern European-looking masseuses. It's either Russian or Chinese in Montréal, as I understand it.

Given that for the (in)appropriate 'tip' a lot more than a hand-job is typically not only on offer, but expected of the client lest he find his masseuse's mood darken at the prospect of lost income. Keila is nothing like that, not with me anyhow, but then I tip for full service and ask her to give me much less for the same 'tip.' Hell, if the police raided the place during one of our sessions, they wouldn't have anything to bust either of us for. Not that it would likely matter to them.

Which is to say that yes, I visit Keila, and have others before she became my favourite, or 'crush' as I think of her and yes, her touch is utter bliss... But only where she chooses, regardless of my tipping her fully. I also enjoy just looking at her, she's my idea of near feminine perfection, and talking with her, we share a number of surprisingly (on her part, not mine) nerdy and literary interests.

Nor do I have any objection to seeing her nude. Quite the contrary, I promise. That falls within my comfort (or if I'm honest, erogenous) zone as well.

I'm A Sucker, Then?

I like to think not as a general rule, but if someone pulls one over on me from time to time, chances are they needed the money (or whatever, but it's usually money) worse than I did, and best of luck to them.

In the sense of being 'in love' with Keila, the way men fall for strippers, escorts and other ladies who make their living being convincingly engaging and charming, as well as smoking hot, no. I'm not a white knight, or pining for whatever delusion such people sell themselves. With some help from their muse of choice, naturally.

It's their job, after all, to separate a man from as much of his money as they possibly can. It's what they do, and there's not even any kind of element of deceit here. If you're in a strip club and a girl who is way over your usual level is very quickly and engagingly fascinated by you, flirty and, for tips, willing to get nude for you... (Québec, again, not only allowing full nudity but contact as well. La Belle Province...)

You're fooling yourself if you think she's anything but good at what she does. It doesn't mean she has to despise you, I'm certain some clients are more pleasant than others, but chances are that she doesn't really feel much at all for you, beyond your income potential.

You're in a strip club, stupid, not the corner watering hole. Ditto escorts, masseuses and whoever I might be forgetting as I write this.

So no, I have no illusions, or delusions. In fact, I'm quite aware that while Keila might go both ways, she prefers women and has a (very lucky) girlfriend.

But I still crush on her, am charmed by her, look forward to our next session together... Even bring her occasional gifts, though nothing ridiculous or extravagant.

We just both understand our respective roles. I make every effort to be as pleasant an hour or two as she's likely to have that day, she certainly seems to appreciate my consideration and generosity, even while admittedly puzzled by my 'tip but don't touch' rule.

By The Numbers.

Without going into too specific amounts on the one hand, on the other a skilled professional in a high-end studio or yoga place typically charges about 80.00 to 90.00 for ninety minutes, the session length I prefer. I tip them as well, of course, although not quite as generously considering, but definitely well by the standards of their legitimate practice, so say 120.00 for the session or thereabouts.

Not inexpensive, but worth it to me now and then, both for the ease it provides my tired old frame and for the pleasant human contact, which is unusual for me otherwise these days. The therapists I choose may not dress to arouse of offer a happy ending, but they're still charming, lovely, friendly people whose time is valuable and valued by me.

(My regular, weekly sessions are in-home and cost considerably less, for an hour of, if I'm honest, rather painful joint manipulation. It does me good eventually, but can be quite uncomfortable while on the table. I am compensated for these session by my disability pension, so I won't consider them in this article.)

On the other hand, the erotic studio I frequent charges about the same for the room, plus a given amount for the girl, which doesn't include the unspoken but well-understood notion that anything beyond the expected will be 'tipped' accordingly, with different girls being more or less 'open minded' and we'll leave it at that.

Particularly considering once more than I don't take advantage of their open minds, or any other ways they might be receptive. To be clear, I'm no saint and it can be very, very tempting, but I know that I'd feel more than just disappointed in myself later, I'd feel dirty. Worse yet, I'd feel as though I'd violated someone, whether or not they're perfectly fine with matters and have made their own peace with whatever they choose to offer. But when it's right in front of you, charming and pretty, with a soft, sensual caress that while not in any way therapeutically trained is very, very relaxing... I'd have to be dead not to react, which is all right as well. I can't help it and she doesn't have to handle it, as it were.

If she chooses to, knowing very well that it's not only not expected, but that I don't want it if she doesn't and that her 'tip' is going to be the same (generous) either way... Well, then bless her, that's definitely part of why I crush so hard on her.

When that ninety minutes is up I've likely spent the equivalent of two therapeutic sessions, but it's just not the same thing. Not the same experience at all, nor the same expectations. I go to professional therapists for the health benefits their touch provides. I visit Keila for the emotional and sensual joy of a lovely young lady's caress, her company and the viewing pleasure she offers.

Being single and rather likely to remain so for the foreseeable future, this is a treat I set aside a little each week towards, an experience I look forward to with increasing anticipation, put up with the receptionist's indifferent attitude1, the shabby surroundings (though the room itself is pleasant enough) and the overall sense of being just one more passing through, except with Keila. She makes me feel as though she's been looking forward to our time together as well (and likely does to some extent, be it just for the regular income or the easy ninety minutes, maybe even because we do share a number of unrelated interests in common, but to whatever extent, she makes me feel welcome and desired. Her touch and beauty, her voice, her sense of humour... With all that going for her, making me cum is really just a really happy ending if or when it happens.

We're both entirely aware that there's a transaction taking place. But the terms have been long established, nothing need be said and the focus is on the experience. In that way, Keila is every bit as skilled and talented as a yoga masseuse or physical therapist, without being in any way lewd or less than a lovely young lady as she does so.

Class, ass and sass. Of course I'm smitten. I'm just not stupid.

1This seems to be a universal quality among erotic massage parlour receptionists. No matter how jaded (and they all appear to have large screens with which to not at all view or record sessions) or whatever, would it kill them to smile, or at least be polite? They're pretty much paid, as far as I can tell, to screen girls, schedule and answer the phone, the door and collect money. Basically sitting on their asses all day, probably surfing and trolling Twitter.

Speaking of online, their website is so painfully ugly and slow that I've more than once been tempted to call and offer to do them a new one, gratis, just to not have to look at the existing one. It's something I'm kind of good at, after all, and I have free time on my hands that would probably otherwise be spent on porn or something similarly classy. Everyone wins.

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