Well, I guess if you don’t have a bad massage now and again you can’t appreciate the good ones. As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, I gave “Happy” a tryout yesterday and she was clueless. She had told me she knew how to massage but it was more like a back rub. In fact, I had to ask her if she was going to do my legs. She seemed surprised, “oh, you want your legs massaged too?” Ah well, nothing ventured nothing gained. I tried to get some cuddle time in but she didn’t seem comfortable with that. No problem. I got up and got dressed.
As I was paying her, I explained the various levels of compensation I provide based on services rendered. A straight massage is 500 pesos (plus tip). Providing a happy ending ups the ante to the 1000-2000 range, depending on the method used to bring about a satisfying result. I also mentioned that I give 3000+ for boom-boom. She said “okay”. Which I took to mean she understood, but it turns out she wanted the sex option. It was my turn to be surprised.
Now, Happy is 23 years old with two kids. But when I got her undressed and into bed, she just wanted to lay there like a starfish. I tried to spark some interest with oral which just made her squirm around and try to push my head away. I may not be a master with my tongue, but I’d never been refused either. Happy told me it was the first time for her. Hmm. Well, if she didn’t want my mouth I figured I’d try hers. Nope, she’d never done that before either. Or so she says. I don’t think she was pretending though–my impression from her physical responses to my touch was that she just doesn’t like sex. Well, I don’t like sex with a partner who can’t even fake a little enthusiasm, so I just told her never mind. I’m not sure how she wound up getting pregnant twice.
Weird experience.
I actually had previously scheduled another massage for this morning. She was supposed to arrive at 0900. Around ten she messaged that she had an “emergency” and couldn’t make it after all. The back story here is that she needed money for food on Friday and asked that I pay her in advance for today’s massage. Well, let’s just say that her failure to appear today was not a complete surprise. And she’s fired now, of course.
What do you say when a Filipina exits your life for one reason or another? “Next!”
Anyway, it’s Hash Monday so I reckon I can just walk it off. Lamenting first-world problems in a third-world country is a silly undertaking anyway. I’m living the dream!
No tickie, no washie, or so they used to say.
I guess a girl doesn’t become an avidly cum-gobbling pro overnight. Sluts are made, not born.
As for her getting pregnant twice, I’m guessing she just lay there passively and let it happen.
Just as when you report a loss at darts, I’ll leave you with a “Better luck next time.”
Hmm, going down on a bar girl in the PI would be at the high end of my risk threshold, maybe try with a dental dam and see if that makes her more comfortable… or just move on to the next. 23 with a fun name like “Happy” sounds like it could have been a good time.
“ so I just told her never mind…” – hopefully Happy didn’t go away happy with unearned compensation.
Dear John,
Your masseuse does not seem to be a professional. I prefer accredited.
Thanks for your Youthair creme recommendation. I will give it a try if the Regaine ever works.
Meanwhile I could give it a go on covering up the gray on the goatee because – although they think I can’t hear them any longer – around here they are saying I am now even looking like an old cunt – literally. The shmoks.
Kev, I’m an old-school slut myself, and Happy has a long way to go to reach that level of fulfillment. Hey, everybody’s got to start somewhere but even most beginners LIKE the act of learning. This poor girl doesn’t want to be touched, let alone give or receive pleasure. I’m sad for her in that regard. And yes, just laying there passively like a starfish is exactly what she had in mind. No thank you!
QP, Believe it or not, I’m actually pretty selective in who I bring home. As for my, ahem, “taste” in women, when I mention bargirls I’m not talking about the prostitutes you can rent in the girly bars. The bars I normally frequent don’t have “take out” and the gals are just there to earn drink commissions and keep you company. And yes, I paid Happy for at least trying to do something she obviously hates. Desperation defined!
Dave, you are right these gals are not pros at massage. I usually make the job offer in response to not-so-subtle hints of money woes. If they are willing to work for the cash, I’m willing to oblige them. It’s also a way to avoid the whole paying for sex stigma. On those occasions where the massage ends happily (for me), it seems almost natural with no shame involved for the gal. That only happens maybe 50% of the time though. Well, I hope the Youthair works out for an old cunt like you! 🙂