The day started out as any other in Shenley Brook End. It was a beautiful Autumn day and the sun was streaming in through the windows of the apartment I was living in. I had only been living in the town for a few months, so everything still felt new and exciting. I had been looking for a job for some time, so when I heard about a massage parlour in the area, I was more than happy to apply. I had heard they were very reputable and I knew I had to give it a try.
I made my way to the massage parlour and was instantly dazzled by the beautiful decor, elegant furnishings and luxurious smells that filled the air. I was welcomed warmly by the receptionist and quickly signed in. Soon enough I was met by a woman named Julie, who was the head of the parlour. After a brief conversation, she offered me a job as a masseuse. I was pleasantly surprised and immediately agreed.
As I started working at the massage parlour, I found it was quite different from other places I had worked. Instead of just providing massages to everyday customers, this parlour seemed to be catering to a more risqué market. They would offer services such as fetishes, roleplay and BDSM. I was intrigued and started to take an interest in these services.
I went on to become increasingly skilled in providing these services and soon had a following of loyal customers who came to see me regularly. I enjoyed meeting these customers and soon found myself becoming accustomed to the lifestyle. Each day I would arrive at the parlour and prepare to give a massage to someone special and in a way that no one else could.
It didn’t take long before I was being pampered and spoiled, with drinks and chocolates being brought to my room and special dates to the cinema or dinner being arranged by some of my customers. I felt myself becoming increasingly comfortable in the environment and entranced by the different fantasies I was helping to fulfil.
The decade of my employment at the parlour seemed to pass quickly and soon I was living the life I had always dreamed of. I was content and extremely satisfied with my life and work. I think that’s why I never felt the urge to move on or try something else. I simply wanted to keep living this specialized lifestyle, so I continued to work at the massage parlour until it eventually closed.
It was an abrupt and shocking ending, but I just had to accept it. I had grown so used to being a part of the massage parlour that it had become second nature, and I wasn’t sure how I would be able to go back to a more traditional job. But, eventually, I found myself moving onto different jobs and even learning new skills that I wouldn’t have had access to without all the wonderful experiences I had at the parlour.
I still miss my days at the massage parlour and the memorable experiences I had, so in a way, it still feels like I’m there, even after all these years. It’s an experience I will always cherish and one that I would recommend anyone to take part in.