I worked with the man for several sessions and each time it was a consistent same as day 1. I hold zero judgement on how anybody releases during a massage.
I’ve been moaned on, farted on, kicked, cried on, you name it I’ve felt the repercussions on how each individual chooses to release during each massage session.įebruary in Phoenix is a super busy time and 2015 was a year that was off the charts. Superbowl was held in Arizona that year and the population exploded here in the Valley of the Sun. I was headed into my second year of doing mobile massage when I was called to a mansion on Camelback Mountain that was rented for the week. I had no information about the client except for the fact the home rented for close to 20k a night. I went in through the gate as instructed and in front of me was a young man wearing thick gold chains smoking a little ganja. I was shown my space upstairs as I admired the house and wondered “Who’s the Rapper?” His kids were playing in the infinity pool and the hip hop tunes were blasted in the background. I like to call myself “Celebrity dumb” I seriously don’t know a thing about who’s who in the world of icons except a select few that I worship inside my little bubble. I set up the table and waited for my rapper guy to come upstairs for the massage. I briefly spoke with him and instructed him to get on the table.
