That time a masseuse [F] asked me [M] for more (Part 1)

With quarantine driving me insane, I figured now is a good time to share this story as any. This is a series of events that, while not inherently linked together, all happened within the space of about 2-3 months.

Obviously this is a burner account so no place names, and all the names of people have been changed. It’s gonna be a X-parter, if people are into it, so I’ll try to get to the point as quick as I can.

As I say that, here’s the last of the disclaimers: these are true stories. Any embelishments are included to make the story flow better (and to hide it from being so true-to-life that the people involved might recognize it. Some of them are frequent reddit :P)

Ok here goes.

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Part 1: Massage blues

Years back, I moved cities to pursue a new job. While I had some friends in the city I moved to, the nature of the job forced me to be a bit more isolated than what I used to. Sales will do that to you, especially when you have to do cold calls and in-person presentations. It’s a grind.