Some of you know, but then a lot of you don't that I am a state licensed medical massage therapist. I don't speak much about it because I lost my drive for that as my life's job. That and some other issues about hospitals not taking massage seriously, and thats where I am trained to work, and I don't want to have to learn to be a physical therapist just to utilize my massage talents.
I can remember talking to my cousin that lives in Detroit (yes Michigan is bigger than just Detroit) and he asked me what I had been up to, and I said that I was in school for medical massage therapy and his immediate response,Oh so you gonna get all the ho's. I said man please if you'd see most of these people, you'd know that ain't no sex going on at all!
There was this one woman, very odd looking I mean just by the lips, who needed a shoulder massage. She wasn't shy about anything, see one of the procedures was to get the patient on the table and then do everything under a sheet since there were other people in the room unless they had a private room in the back that way we could just come back after they were situated. No, not this woman, right out in front of every one boobs out and swinging, and I thought whoa, had to turn my head because I wasn't ready for it (hell they even looked odd for that quick half a second of torture that I endured).
So she finally lays down and I look at how her body lays just doing an overall scan of what needs to be worked on, and then I see it. This light green-ish mole on her back. LIGHT GREEN!?!? Like one of her grand kids had taken a marker and colored it in for her because that dookie brown wasn't looking too hot. I start giving this woman a massage and she starts moaning, and so I freeze I start thinking ok this has got to be some kind of game show or something, and I look at the instructor and she has this smirk on her face and fucking leaves the room. WTF!?!?
This other woman, I was giving her a neck massage, she was lying on her back, and how I had arms draped over it relaxed her muscles in her neck so I got deep and she's letting out these sighs (I can handle sighs better than moans that sounds like she is getting the good-good). What freaked me out with this woman is, when I was done, I tell her that I will be in the other room to settle the bill (it was only 10 bucks) when I get to the door she asks in the most pathetic tone. Aren't you going to say goodbye? If you have ever met me, you'll understand the facial expression I gave her, with one eyebrow up and the other down as I respond with Uh, bye.
Then this one woman who didn't even bother trying to wear a bra, I honestly don't think they make them that large. I felt for her though because they were so large that she couldn't properly lay down on the table. She wanted to hold a conversation and would slip out little compliments during the massage. Things like, its a good day today, oh my goodness that feels so fucking good, and my lips would just go straight and my face tensed like I am not trying to turn this woman on. I mean my job is to make people feel better but hell, and this other woman would just let them rip when I massaged, and yes women do brew them stinkier.
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