Massage Parlours Blitterlees CA7

Massage Parlours Blitterlees CA7

It was an ordinary Tuesday night and Sandy had just finished her long shift working at one of the local massage parlours in Blitterlees, CA7. She was feeling exhausted and looking forward to her long weekend of rest. As she was walking to her car, she spotted a dark figure that seemed out of place in the otherwise quiet neighborhood.

The figure, to Sandy’s surprise, was a familiar face. It was her former co-worker, June. Sandy hadn’t seen her in over a year, but it was obviously her–the same large glasses, messy hair, and pale skin. She was clearly in a bad way. Sandy walked up to June, who seemed surprised and embarrassed by Sandy’s presence.

“June, what are you doing here?” asked Sandy, genuinely concerned for her old friend.

“I…” June stammered, “I’m working at the massage parlour. The money is good, but I don’t like it. I just don’t have any other options.”

Sandy felt her heart sink. She knew June was in a tough spot, but she never expected this. She offered to help June find a better job, but June refused.

“No, no, I’m fine. Really,” insisted June.

“Well, at least let me help you get out of here safely,” Sandy offered.

June reluctantly agreed and the two walked back to the massage parlour. When they arrived, they were greeted by a tall, dark-haired man. He was wearing a suit, but his eyes gave away his true profession.

“Good evening, ladies,” he said in a low voice.

“What can I do for you?”

Sandy could tell the man knew what was going on, so she stepped forward and explained their situation. She asked the man for a few moments to talk in private with June. The man nodded, lit a cigarette, and motioned for them to follow him.

They walked into a large room with several women lying on massage tables. June gasped in shock while Sandy tried to stay calm. This wasn’t the luxury spa Sandy had imagined. The man explained that these women were clients, and he introduced himself as one of the manager’s at the massage parlour. He offered June a job and Sandy a place to stay for the few days before her own job started.

Sandy was both grateful and horrified at the same time, but she knew that asking questions wouldn’t do anyone any good. She and June accepted the offer and for the next few days, Sandy worked in the massage parlour alongside June.

They worked long hours, often going past midnight. They heard stories from the other workers at the massage parlour, of clients who were taken advantage of, extorted, and even physically harmed. Sandy was shaken, but she remained determined to get June out of there and resolved to one day go back and tell the authorities what she had seen.

As the days passed, Sandy and June got to know the other girls and customers at the massage parlour. Sandy felt more congenial at the parlour, yet she still was apprehensive. She knew the sort of activities going on behind the scenes, the kinds of fantasies these customers were looking for.

On their final night at the massage parlour, Sandy saw June talking to one of the customers. She tried to stay away, but she couldn’t help but overhear their conversation. The man promised June that he would “take care of her” if she agreed to go to his private residence. She was scared but agreed and the man handed her a large bundle of cash. Sandy didn’t know what to think, but she felt her stomach drop.

When the man left, Sandy questioned June. She begged her old friend not to go, sure that something terrible would happen. June seemed determined, but Sandy threatened to report the man to the authorities. June finally relented, and the two of them left the massage parlour for the last time.

Sandy was shaken by her experience at the massage parlour. She was thankful that she could help June, but she had seen first-hand how vile these places can be. She was also grateful that June had made it out safely.

In the years since, Sandy has become a fierce advocate against human trafficking and other abuses occurring at massage parlours. She shares her story with anyone who will listen, and she