The Masseur 2

The Masseur 2

This is a follow up story about my friend Mike, who is a successful businessman that runs a high end spa in an upscale community near Scottsdale, Arizona. It is a true story, and is related as Mike told it to me; it is also in response to a request from a lady who wanted to know more about his house calls.

My name is Mike, and I own an upscale spa near Scottsdale, Arizona. I started out as a one man operation after a couple of very nice ladies staked me to my own shop, and now have three other employees; another masseur, a masseuse and an oriental lady who does manicures, pedicures and body waxing. She specializes in bikini waxing and the increasingly popular Brazilian wax. We have shower facilities, a steam room, a sauna and a large Jacuzzi hot tub.

The vast majority of our clients are strictly massage or other listed services, and we try to insure they receive the very best treatment money can buy. A VERY select few receive a very “special” massage from yours truly, but ONLY if they have been referred by one of my most trusted clients, and only when I have reasonably checked them out. My license it not worth a vice bust.

From time to time, we get a request for an outcall massage, and we try to accommodate (at additional cost, of course) when reasonable to do so. I don’t allow Connie, our masseuse, to go on solo outcalls for gentlemen clients, by herself, unless the client is VERY well known and a regular customer. Neither of the other two employees are allowed to offer “special” massages, and in fact, they don’t even know about them.

This story is about one of my more unusual outcalls. I received a call one day and the party specifically asked for me, by name. When I got on the line, a gentleman with a very slight accent that I couldn’t identify, asked if I did outcall massages and I responded that we did. He clarified that he specifically wanted me and that the massage was for his wife, as a gift. I told him I could do that and obtained his address, which was in a VERY exclusive neighborhood. I quoted him a price, and since the call would be in the evening, a premium was added. He said the cost was no problem, and I agreed to be there at seven.

That gave me time to shower, clean up, and get a bite to eat before heading to the appointment. When I arrived at the home (did I say it was upscale? That is an understatement) which was clearly in the seven or eight figure category, I was greeted at the door by a short, pudgy gentleman (about 5’8” and 180 pounds) who was around fortyish with black hair, nicely styled, dark brown eyes, swarthy skin (perhaps middle eastern…Turkish? Iranian?) who shook my hand with short, pudgy fingers and that slight accent I had heard on the phone. He was wearing a white silk shirt over white shorts, and showed me into the home. He introduced himself as Mansour, and offered me a drink, which I declined.

Mansour explained that I had come highly recommended by a friend, and that he wanted to treat his wife to a very special massage as a birthday gift.