REVELATION OF A MASSEUSE

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 REVELATION OF A MASSEUSE

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I’m Jacqueline. This, of course, is not the name that was given to me at birth, but I love it no less, and besides, many people know me by this name. I want to talk about how I suddenly found myself on the side of life that I condemned and why I’m happy with it.
At what exact moment did I decide to become a masseuse in an erotic massage salon?
Yes, yes, that’s it That’s right, in just such a salon. You can call it whatever you like: , . It doesn’t matter at all. The only important thing is that for men, and not only, this is a place where they can be themselves, where they don’t have to pretend to be a loving husband or a faithful, modest wife, a good worker, a good neighbor. This is a place where people like me help a person look into the darkest and hidden corners of his soul, reveal himself from the other side, and clearly understand his desires. This is the place where a person becomes who he really is. And this applies not only to guests, but also to ourselves.
I remember how now, I went to an interview for a hostess position, not knowing that then I would be offered the job of a massage master, as they themselves called it. I know that many will not understand me and will judge me, but I made this choice consciously, I made this choice because I was suffocating. Yes, you will say: “You could have worked in any other place, why did you choose this?!”. I will answer you, but not because I want to justify myself, but because I want you to receive a sincere answer to your question. I returned to Moscow, torn in half and not understanding what to do, I arrived and suddenly found myself unemployed, because the establishment where I was a manager closed due to the personal problems of the general director. A month later, while I was looking for a job, I was already up to my neck in debt. Another month later, I paid back part of these debts with the money that my father gave me for the first time, and I was devastated, I didn’t know what to do, where else to go, I wanted to help my family, I needed to pay for the apartment, but money I didn’t have it and there was no one to ask (at least it seemed so to me at that time). I’ll say right away that at first the decision to become a masseuse was not easy for me.
The day came when I had to go to work as a hostess. I put on a beautiful dress, put on makeup and went to earn my 2,000 rubles in 12 hours. To be honest, this figure makes me laugh now. To irrevocably waste your precious 12 hours of life for the sake of 2000, the question is - why? If I can earn them in half an hour, and receive a colossal emotional charge from it. I was sitting at the reception when a beautiful tall blonde with a sweet smile came up to me and said: . I remained silent.
At the end of my shift, I noticed how a dark, pretty girl who came to work 5-6 hours ago came up for her salary and took 28,000 rubles. This shocked me, because I did not yet understand the whole situation, but I quickly pulled myself together and decided to agree to undergo training. The administrator immediately sent me to my first training. I was taught by two girls who were masters. I looked at them and was surprised at how free they were, they laughed, told me immodest stories, talked about how beautiful I was, and most importantly, they moved gracefully, like cats, at some point I even felt embarrassed, I I felt like a log, despite the fact that I always heard the opposite from men. But the next thought was: “Why can they be such flexible, sexy cats, and even get paid for it, but I can’t?!”.
The training ended, I left the room and suddenly I was enveloped in doubts, fear of being judged by society, by my boyfriend, of disappointing my parents, and I just left. For greater clarity, I will say that I have two higher educations, two honors diplomas, you cannot call me a stupid girl who is not aware of her actions. Over the next two months, I got jobs in different places, but the thought of trying myself as a masseuse did not leave me. And then one fine day I broke up with my young man and immediately wrote to the administrator of this salon. It’s clear that no one remembered me, but I remembered everyone well. I came to work, went through retraining, and was immediately sent as a gift to an expensive program with another girl, it was a kind of exam. She was very kind and told me to just watch and repeat after her. A handsome young man and I walked into a large, beautiful room, and I was very worried. They started to undress, and I was shy, but then I realized that there was nowhere to go))) Two hours flew by like 20 minutes for me. I was so absorbed in the whole process that I forgot about the girl who was in the room with us, and she just looked and smiled. Then she reminded me of this funny day for a long time))) We went out, the girl told the administrator that I had passed the exam. That’s how it all started. An hour later, I was offered to go to another salon in our network, which was called , but for my own program. I was so inspired that I happily agreed without even thinking. I ended the program with a hot guy from Fiji. I took the money I earned, concluded that I wanted to work in this particular salon, made an agreement with the administrator and went home. It was one of the most incredible feelings in my life, perhaps because I haven’t had such an outburst of emotions for a long time. I was free, I was myself. And you know what I’ll say, I unexpectedly realized how blurred the boundaries are between good and bad, between high morality and its absence. It’s just that everyone has their own morals, their own understanding of life, their own path, their own choices that they make every morning.
On the first day of work, I didn’t even know what it was like to bend my back when I looked at the girls from the side, at their movements, I thought I would never be able to do this, I felt complex because I did not have such an ideal figure as theirs. But I didn’t break, and over time these girls began to inspire me, motivate me to become better, more beautiful. In addition, I began to devote a lot of time to my internal, cultural and spiritual development. After all, a beautiful body alone is not enough to interest a man so that he wants to come back to you again and again.
Often in everyday life we ​​take on too much responsibility and forget about such an important factor as femininity, but we We are created to be this way, we are created to inspire men. Thanks to this work, I discovered this trait in myself and no more circumstances can suppress it. Men, they give me energy, I draw it endlessly. I love my job. Previously, when I was asked a question about where I work, I was very shy, at a loss, because I was afraid of being judged and did not know what to answer. Now everything is much simpler, I say that I work as an administrator, and sometimes I even tell the truth. I no longer see anything wrong with this, in the end we all live a double life.
Whatever you do, don’t forget everything depends only on you, it all depends on how much you love your work, how interested you are is to earn a lot of money.
I often ask myself: .
The answer is always the same: )))
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 Re: REVELATION OF A MASSEUSE

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I admit honestly... It was written very sensually... even some new interest arose after reading it in my crazy head...) thank you for the revelations, if this is what they are... but if it was invented, then you have talent. ..)
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