Massage Parlours Chaddleworth RG20

Once, when I was younger and foolish, I thought that working in a massage parlour would be an easy way to make some quick cash. I was naïve and had no idea what I was getting myself into. Walking into that seedy little building, I felt a wave of apprehension wash over me. But I was desperate and needed the money, so I pushed through my fears and went in.

The first thing that hit me was the smell. It was a mixture of cheap perfume, sweat and something else that I couldn’t quite identify. I tried not to breathe through my nose as I made my way to the reception desk.

“Hi, I’m here for the interview?” I said, trying to sound confident.

The receptionist, a tired-looking middle-aged woman, just nodded and pointed towards a door. “Go on in,” she said, her voice flat.

I took a deep breath and pushed open the door. I was met with the sight of a large room with several massage tables. There were also a few girls in skimpy lingerie walking around or sitting on chairs, chatting with the clients.

Everyone turned to look at me and I felt my face flush red. I was suddenly very aware of how underdressed I was. I was wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a tank top. I felt like everyone could see right through me.

“Can I help you?” a girl sauntered up to me, her hips swaying hypnotically.

I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak.

“Are you sure?” she purred, coming closer. “I bet I could make you feel real good.”

I swallowed hard and took a step back. “No, thank you,” I managed to say.

The girl just shrugged and walked away.

I let out the breath I had been holding and looked around the room again. I saw the receptionist wave at me and I walked over to her.

“Hi,” I said, feeling a bit more confident now that I was away from all the leering eyes.

“Hi,” she replied, handing me a form to fill out. “Just fill this out and give it back to me when you’re done.”

I took the form and found a seat. I quickly filled out the required information and then went back to reception.

“Okay, now what?” I asked.

“Now you wait,” she said, taking the form from me and putting it in a drawer.

So, I sat down and waited. And waited. And waited. After what felt like hours, a man finally came out and called my name.

“Yes?” I said, standing up.

“Come with me,” he said, without Introducing himself.

I followed him into a small office and he gestured for me to sit down.

“So, you want to work here?” he asked, looking me up and down.

I squirmed in my seat under his gaze but nodded.

“Okay, I’ll give you a trial run,” he said. “But if you don’t work out, you’re gone, got it?”

I nodded again.

“Good. Now, take your clothes off.”

“What?” I gasped.

“You heard me,” he said, his voice hard. “Take your clothes off. I need to see what I’m working with.”

I hesitantly began to strip, my hands shaking slightly. Once I was nude, he stood up and circled me, his eyes narrowed in appraisal.

“You’re not bad,” he finally said. “I think you’ll do.”

I let out a sigh of relief and he sat back down.

“Now, here’s how this is going to work,” he continued. “You will give massages to the clients. They will pay you for your services. And then you will give a percentage of your earnings to me.”

I nodded, understanding.

“Any questions?” he asked.

I shook my head and he dismissed me.

“You can get dressed now,” he said, turning his attention to some papers on his desk.

I quickly put my clothes back on and then left his office. I was shaking slightly but I was also relieved. I had a job and that was all that mattered.

I walked back out into the main room and one of the girls came up to me.

“Hey, you’re the new girl, right?” she asked.

I nodded.

“I’m Sasha,” she said, holding out her hand.

I shook it and introduced myself.

“Okay, I’m going to show you the ropes,” she said. “Come on.”

I followed her over to one of the massage tables and she showed me how to set it up.

“We use oil for all of the massages,” she explained. “And the clients will usually be naked, so you need to be comfortable with that.”

I nodded, my stomach fluttering with nerves.

“Don’t worry,” she said, misinterpreting my expression. “You’ll be fine. Just relax and go with the flow.”

Easier said than done, I thought.

But I put on a brave face and nodded.

“Good luck,” she said, giving me a pat on the shoulder.

And then she was gone, leaving me alone to face my first client.