I Love Free Massages
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dotintheskyI think the National Theatre's masseur has a crush on me!
I work on the fifth floor. Everyday, to go down to the canteen, I have to take some staircases and walk through a few corridors on the second floor. This route takes me past the masseur's room, otherwise known as "The Quiet Room". It's here that actors, directors, etc. (I'm fabulously guessing) come for relaxation, massages, and facials when they need it (all paid for by the NT, I'm sure). The room has a massage bed, soft colours and a couch, and its door is usually open. Sometimes, when it's closed, I assume there are people in there getting treatment.
One day I walked past the room and the masseur was standing by the door, waiting for someone. He was about my height, with shaved head and big round blue eyes. My gaydar was immediatly set off. He gave me that piercing inspection look that all gay men give each other when their paths cross, but I didn't make much of it.
So, because I have to go past that room often, I've naturally been running into that guy too. I would think that by now he would just ignore me, but he always stops what he's doing and stares. Last week, he was talking to a woman as I passed. He stopped what he was saying and I could sense that there was some silent exchange between them before he said "anyways, continuing my story..."
This could all be my own paranoia, of course, if the evidence hadn't been mounting since then. Last thursday, I sensed there was someone really close to me in the canteen's line up. I caught the glimpse of a big guy in white just standing behind me (he always wears white). I moved to get my coffee and this person followed and positioned himself in front of me. Then he stared! I, of course, quickly ran away.
Well, the reason why I'm writing this is because I just came back from the canteen with a coffee. He was sitting with an older man talking. He didn't seem to have noticed me so I thought to myself "I'll just quickly walk across the room and leave." But, of course, as I was approaching their table he snapped his neck in my direction and stared at me. Hasty retreat followed.
Maybe he's just curious because he senses I'm gay too?
I work on the fifth floor. Everyday, to go down to the canteen, I have to take some staircases and walk through a few corridors on the second floor. This route takes me past the masseur's room, otherwise known as "The Quiet Room". It's here that actors, directors, etc. (I'm fabulously guessing) come for relaxation, massages, and facials when they need it (all paid for by the NT, I'm sure). The room has a massage bed, soft colours and a couch, and its door is usually open. Sometimes, when it's closed, I assume there are people in there getting treatment.
One day I walked past the room and the masseur was standing by the door, waiting for someone. He was about my height, with shaved head and big round blue eyes. My gaydar was immediatly set off. He gave me that piercing inspection look that all gay men give each other when their paths cross, but I didn't make much of it.
So, because I have to go past that room often, I've naturally been running into that guy too. I would think that by now he would just ignore me, but he always stops what he's doing and stares. Last week, he was talking to a woman as I passed. He stopped what he was saying and I could sense that there was some silent exchange between them before he said "anyways, continuing my story..."
This could all be my own paranoia, of course, if the evidence hadn't been mounting since then. Last thursday, I sensed there was someone really close to me in the canteen's line up. I caught the glimpse of a big guy in white just standing behind me (he always wears white). I moved to get my coffee and this person followed and positioned himself in front of me. Then he stared! I, of course, quickly ran away.
Well, the reason why I'm writing this is because I just came back from the canteen with a coffee. He was sitting with an older man talking. He didn't seem to have noticed me so I thought to myself "I'll just quickly walk across the room and leave." But, of course, as I was approaching their table he snapped his neck in my direction and stared at me. Hasty retreat followed.
Maybe he's just curious because he senses I'm gay too?
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on 2005-06-13 03:45 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-06-13 03:50 pm (UTC)Do masseurs ever really do that?!
on 2005-06-13 06:08 pm (UTC)Re: Do masseurs ever really do that?!
on 2005-06-14 07:32 am (UTC)Re: Do masseurs ever really do that?!
on 2005-06-14 09:43 am (UTC)By the way, I think I'm going dancing this friday at Button Down Disco! How are your dancing shoes doing? :)
Re: Do masseurs ever really do that?!
on 2005-06-15 07:52 am (UTC)My dancing shoes are good. Probably because they haven't been used for so long :D
I know it's meant to be secret [which makes me want to go even MORE!] but where is it being held?
Swan_Lake009@hotmail.com
Re: Do masseurs ever really do that?!
on 2005-06-15 12:27 pm (UTC)Flirty at Work
on 2005-06-14 03:13 pm (UTC)Re: Flirty at Work
on 2005-06-14 03:18 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-06-13 06:29 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-06-14 09:24 am (UTC)That's why I said "harmless flirtation"
on 2005-06-13 07:26 pm (UTC)Re: That's why I said "harmless flirtation"
on 2005-06-14 09:26 am (UTC)Sound Approach
on 2005-06-14 03:18 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-06-13 09:14 pm (UTC)and yes, some do that. but goddammit, I've worked seriously hard for my license (well, that's soon to come) and I'm tired of that stereotype.
Professional ethics
on 2005-06-13 10:06 pm (UTC)Re: Professional ethics
on 2005-06-13 11:26 pm (UTC)That all being said, I find no difficulty in adding massage to the sex I enjoy with people I already know.
Intriguer
on 2005-06-14 01:04 am (UTC)Re: Intriguer
on 2005-06-14 02:03 am (UTC)Well, if by pro you only mean "paid for it" then yes, I suppose I am. but I've never been a part of any "scene" and I've never worked in a club. It's always just been small-time stuff on local boards. I discovered I enjoyed it and decided to try using it to make a little money while in school.
I was just thinking the other day, though, that if you're being paid to be a domme, you're never truly in the position of power. You still have to cater to his or her desires.
Re: Intriguer
on 2005-06-14 03:24 pm (UTC)Interesting point about the pay-for-play diminishing your position of power.
Re: Intriguer
on 2005-06-14 04:05 pm (UTC)All he has to do is want to believe. Whatever you do will be good as long as you keep control of the situation. It's not very hard for short periods. That's why I like half hour sessions. An hour gets to be too much for me. I run out of ideas. *grin*
do you like like S/M, too? I recommend a nice set of wrist restraints and a small strap as the first things to buy. But you can use a hairbrush or a paint stirrer, too. the stirrer has more bark than bite, hairbrush can have plenty of both. Mixing pleasure with pain is very effective. Run your hand along whatever's just been spanked to redness. Soothes and reminds that you have their pleasure in mind. A good domme always thinks about her sub. Fuck all that men doing whatever the domme wants b/c she wants it. I hate that using attitude. It's more fun to be lovingly in control.
I yearn for a 2' long flog of red, softy-soft leather strips. mmm....can be painful, but also lovely soft.
S/M
on 2005-06-15 11:38 pm (UTC)Re: S/M
on 2005-06-16 01:40 am (UTC)no subject
on 2005-06-14 09:26 am (UTC)no subject
on 2005-06-14 12:02 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-06-13 08:44 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-06-14 09:26 am (UTC)