Turning
Tables (not tricks)
Ever pass
a streetcorner, see some ladies of the night, and feel a combination
of pity/contempt/envy? Sure what they do can be seen either as reprehensible,
a public service, or just plain dumb, but the amount of cash they get
must be obscene.
Well, on
a different tack, I am always seeking out the backrubs (be nice). As
living in the citay gets me knotted up and consensual human contact
is not a regular thing, it's nice to pop into a holistic parlour and
get the shoulders, scalp or feet kneaded out from time to time and leave
sweet-smelling and relaxed.
So I pop
into one of these Qi Gong massage parlours. I instantly recognize it
as a previous palm reader's space (right up to the storefront curtained
off) and see separate booths with tables and curtains for privacy. I'm
thinking, uh-oh, could this be a wack palace?? But low rates and curiosity
got the best of this kitty.
I get a Chinese
gent who proceeds to ask me about my nationality and then his hands
travel down Mexico way. I surmise that in certain cultures, Americanized,
2nd G or haoles ("half-breeds") get dissed even more than
the regular women do (look at the plight of half-gringas in Cuba, par
example).
Um, I didn't
ask for a 20 minute assrub, either that or he's got a serious
communication problem, so I ask him to stay at the shoulders. But apparently
he can't keep his hands off my ass, so when we finished the session,
I charged him $50.
So there
you have it, girls. I'm just an accidental ho'. But just think of how
many times you've gotten your ass grabbed in the subway or at some sleazy
bar (not that you frequent them or anything) and felt mildly violated.
Think if you had the prescience to grab the offender's wrist and snap
"Hey! That'll be $25 bucks, asshole!" You could own your own
cottage-by-the-sea...
Today's gem:
Pity
the poor fools that can't even ask for or purchase the pooty. But think
of them as an untapped market...
Next
week:
40
days and really long-ass nights...
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