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As I continue my own undercover(s) investigations, I would like to remind my friendly gentleman out there that there is a lot of fun to be had in the hunt.

Little girls today are as dumb as can be. So stupid. I can’t believe it.

Ten years before a girl had be smart to survive. Now you can survive as stupid. Real stupid and still survive. I don’t know.

I went to Portland and went with handful of very stupid girls. They have money from being so stupid, but will not last long. Their bodies are ruin. They are going to be dead soon, before 40 for sure. Maybe 30 if thats 9 years from today. To be honest, they will need special underwares if they get old because they can’t hold theres inside any more. They sold there bodies to cheap. They are to eazy and to stupid.

I am disgust right now with stupid girls. Sorry for that guys. I love good customers and I see good girls in those taking care. But ugly is there to. Ugly in customer and also the girl. Today is only ugly. 20 years and busted up just from taking money. So stupid. Away from home and so stupid, no one to slap them hard.

Sorry for my english today guys I am tired and no help writing today. The next time you pay to go back side please pay enough to cover doctor later okay? Stupid girls dont know what they do today.

San Diego is an interesting city. I’ve visited San Diego for many years, but never stay more than a few days. I have to confess I love the navy regulars but sadly they don’t usually know how to treat a lady like me. Maybe they are used to “real” Asian girls, and once they see I am “western” they assume I am an American borne Seattle-style Asian girl (looks Asian, but hasn’t a clue what it means to be Asian). No, not me. I’m half Asian but my Asian half is very, very Asian!

Anyway San Diego has this culture of BigWhiteGirls (American) and LittleBrownGirls (Latina). Guys here seem to like broad shoulders on their blondes. I am a bit intimidated by women who stand nearly 6 feet tall and are broad shouldered. But I am not at all like the Mexican ladies, who are often from other nations further south than Mexico. Sometimes I am asked if I am a Mexican Indian. I wondered why because I don’t look anything like a Mexican, and then someone showed me a picture of a southern Mexican Indian lady and she did look a little Asian.

I’m not here to work in a massage parlor, but am limited to a circle of friends this time through. Still, I find myself hanging around with girls who could be porn star blonds. It’s a bit awkward.

I hiked the trail down to the shore at the monument yesterday, and back up. I love that hike. It’s simple but in the early morning very very beautiful. It doesn’t open until a little later but I had a little special treatment. I was out before it was officially open to the public. Later I went over to UCSD to meet a friend, and we had lunch. The campus is very beautiful but not busy like I remember from last visit. We walked the nude beach but didn’t take everything off. Lucky for me I was wearing colorful underwear, so I just looked like I was in a bikini. My friend wore shorts and we didn’t see a single sex organ on the whole walk! That place has calmed down a bit.

Tonight we ate sushi at Japengo in the Hyatt. Really good. I went out onto the brick patio a few times for air. I really like that about San Diego. They leave you room to breathe, walk around, without going too far. They put like 4 restaurants right around each other, so when you tak a walk you run into people from the sushi place, the american grill place, the night club, etc. Could be a real mix, but tonight it was big blonde girls and one relatively little Amerasian chick. I’m not small, but I felt small.

I’ll be leaving San Diego but not before a night out with some massage girls tomorrow. My massage blog covered san diego massage parlors years ago, and I published a story of fire and ice massage centered around San Diego massage. Look for us somewhere between Costa Mesa and La Jolla. We’ll be the cute 6 pack of Asians drinking too much and laughing too loud, I guarantee.

Today I worked a real brothel, for the first time in years. Not a massage parlor, although the sign outside said MASSAGE with big, red letters. Inside, it was pure brothel.

You enter through a door that leaves you in an enclosed alcove. It’s basically a very small enclosed porch. As soon as you enter we get buzzed, and can see you through several one-way windows as well as a peep hole. The way it works (I was a temp worker, invited to stay with a friend who was running it for a week), is we look at you and decide who gets you. If you look over 40, Mimi gets you (she’s close to 60, but says she’s 40). If you look twenty, the young girl gets you. She’s the hired help, a real pro, and in her late twenties. Twenty somethings don’t have much money and last forever, so we make her take them all. Better she get sore than me, right?

If you look crazy, the cleaning lady answers the inner door. She is almost toothless and wrinkly, but she likes to jerk a man and make an extra twenty. Her sales rate is about 40% meaning about 60% of the time she answers the door, the guy decides not to come in. No crazies.

If you are fat, we argue about who has to take you. If you are strong and fit, June gets you. She can smell a cop a mile away because she was married to one (and still is, technically, because there was no divorce). If you are normal looking I fight to get the chance. Actually, I’m happy to take just 3 per day because I’m not much of a brothel whore to begin with. I’m just here to keep my friend company, stay active, and cover my bills.

Today YOU came in and I got you. You saw right away it was set up as a massage place, but I was wearing a sun dress with nothing else underneath. You saw that the massage table was built of massive lumber, able to withstand just about anything a 200lb guy could be doing on it. But even though you saw these things, you stayed quiet and let me go through the full massage motions before you touched me to let me know you liked the way I was bare underneath my thin dress. Dumbass. You wasted 30 minutes.

You then failed to communicate to me what you actually wanted, so we wasted another fifteen minutes in playful conversation that bored the shit out of me and made me wonder how you think you will ever have time to enjoy anything with just 10 minutes left on the clock. You are lucky I didn’t leave you there to relax for that last 10 minutes.

By the time you were open to communicating clearly, my answer to almost everything was no. No BJ. No full service. No back door, and no, I would not lick you there nor put my finger there. So you overpaid and under delivered, honey. Not my fault, but yours.

You see, that first time I stood next to the massage table and put my bush right next to your face, while I held you hand and stroked your back, you should have moved my hand behind my butt so the two of us could have gently eased my mid section in towards your mouth, so you could kiss me through my thin yellow chiffon dress. I would have responded with the right sounds, and lifted my knee up onto the table. Had you then turned over and slid up on the table just a bit, to drop your head over the edge, I would have lowered myself onto your lips and enjoyed a warm up. Who knows, your fingers may have ended up somewhere interesting, coming from the back side like that. And, if things were going well, I would have probably dropped forward onto you, so we were chest on chest on the massage table, positioning my mouth convenient to your “privileges”.

For sure I could have been yours today, for at least 50 of the 60 minutes. Better luck next time.

I have to say this is the most interesting development in our secret little society in years. I had no idea, but now I do. I knew about “private stock” and I knew about “friends with benefits” that you guys have been enjoying since several states cracked down on massage businesses. You all told me about that. But you never clued me in to this Seeking Arrangements thing. I had to read about it in the New York Times!

Sugar Babies for as little as $150 ?

According to the story in the Times,

if eHarmony or Match.com is a chatty social mixer, Seeking Arrangement is a down-and-dirty marketplace where older moneyed men and cute young women engage in brutally frank transactions. They’re not searching for longtime soul mates; they want no-strings-attached “arrangements” that trade in society’s most valued currencies: wealth, youth and beauty.

SeekingArrangement.com “now claims more than 300,000 registered members…Sugar babies outnumber daddies 10 to 1,… providing what one sugar daddy called ‘the best fishing hole I ever fished in.‘”

According to reports, guys are meeting ladies who need as little as $150 at a time. I can’t believe it! That’s a marketplace for private stock! Click the picture to go to the site.

Private Stock Sugar Babies for as little as $150 ?

Has anyone gone in and posted that they seek someone to provide weekly massage sessions via such a private arrangement? We girls are talking about this site now, and I can assure you many of them will be signing on for free and listing themselves for just that sort of “arrangement”. Click to go to SeekingArrangement.com

Business is slow, so I’ve decided to do some marketing. I would like to know what I have to do to make you come to my massage parlor. Please tell me in the comments, guys, if I want you to come, what do I need to do?

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A New York City massage parlor where I used to work just doubled its size. They expanded into an adjacent suite, which was vacated by an advertising firm. They literally knocked down a wall, installed a new wall with doors and made “rooms”. They added a shower and it all took less than two days. They are now open, and bringing in more asian massage girls to service the customers.

I guess business is booming for massage parlors in New York, while advertising is not doing so well. I wonder if advertising executives are getting massages to help relieve the stress?

I’m looking for a gallery script I can put up here. Can any one suggest a good one? It has to be easy, but also it has to let me show the images as thumbnails that can be clicked. And I want a gallery that lets me put captions and story text with each image. I don’t want something that is Flash or all javascript.

What would be perfect for my massage parlor picture gallery? Thanks for helping!

Hi guys. As you have seen, I put my favorite massage parlor pictures into the random rotating masthead of this massage web site. Each page load shows a randomly selected image from my collection. Many are original images I captured myself, and images my friends in the business have given me to post. Some are artistitic compilatons I created from other images I found  on the web.

I think these images communicate my feelings and thoughts as my art – as a massage parlor girl I have rather unique perspectives on life. I appreciate when someone else seems to share that perspective. I hope you found them interesting. And if you found any of them touching, then we are kindred spirits and probably because you also spend time in massage parlors around the US.

So I am asking every one of my readers to send me their own massage parlor pictures, so I can make more masthead banners. I know you have cell phone pictures and other images from your massage parlor worlds. Why not share? If you want me to block faces or eyes just let me know and I will. I probably will anyway if the images represent real people worthy of respect. I am very sure I can make good use of any massage parlor or “working girl” images you send… they actually turn me on and I love working with them in Photoshop.

So far I have about 40 masthead images, and plenty of other images to work with. But the images in my collection are my memories and I would like to share some of your memories for a while. Why not send me some images? In fact, even send me ones you don’t want me to use. Just say so and I will not use them, but I’ll still look at them and enjoy sharing with you.

I have a few that I know are very powerful but which I haven’t used yet. I have some of bad guys with guns robbing a massage parlor where I worked. I have some of my friends after they were beat up by their so-called boyfriends, when they came to work because it was a safe place away from their problems. I have many of me and my customers sharing great times in kitchens of korean massage parlors in several cities, which I can use if I block faces and cover up a few things. Someday I hope to post an album but rest assured I will never violate the trust of my friends and customers.

So if you have some and want to share with me, send them to me at missyprovider on Yahoo mail (at Yahoo dhot com). Tell me the story that goes along if you want. I look forward to seeing your massage parlor world.

With the financial markets tumbling people are getting upset. Things are difficult, and getting worse. But here inside my massage parlor things are rosy (and moist, and warm, and inviting). Seriously. Did you ever consider how much of an escape your local erotic massage parlor really is?

It just takes one hour out of your miserable day. One hour… starting with the tingle of the door chime as you enter my massage parlor, and continuing with the scent of incense you pick up as you enter. The dry-air heater probably greets your senses in the reception area, but as I slip into the room I bring with me a draft of cooler, fresher air… air scented with the soft fragrances of femalia. You know the smell… it’s soft and slightly perfumy but not commercial. It’s my own scent, and it comes from me keeping very very clean down there, yet very, very open to “possibilities”.

I spend all day in that warm, comfortable environment so I don’t need to wear restricting clothes of many layers. My soft hairs are just millimeters away from the skin of your fingertips, when your hand is placed appropriately. And in my massage parlor, your hands can be placed appropriately honey.

Your hour is briefly interrupted as I leave you to undress. Don’t lose that time, honey — it is part of the package. Undress in the open — the door is closed. As you stand there naked, let him hang out and sniff the surrounds. Let him stay out as I return. There is no need to be bashful. Just be you, inside the room, and I will see how you are, and believe me, I will love it. And if I comment that you need to cover up, just laugh and do so. It’s a formality. We save some of the fun for later, but at least you got that “how big is this guy down there” thing out of the way. Also, the way I look at you while you are all exposed will tell you everything you need to know about how open I am to your suggestions today. Trust me… I’ll let you (and him) know what can be expected.

Now just to be clear, consider for a moment respect for me. If you hang him out casually like you would in a gym, towel in hand ready to cover up if necessary, what’s the crime? Any personal care practitioner offended by that probably shouldn’t be in the business. But if you wave him proudly about like a giant redwood showing off to tourists in Northern California, well, let’s just say that’s inappropriate behavior. A non-sensual massage therapist will be offended and disgusted, and while I personally might find it amusing, most sensual massage girls will find it off-putting. The idea here is to break the ice, not smash it into a million tiny pieces.

Also leave some money out so I know you’re needy. We’re not negotiating a peace treaty here, so don’t get nervous about the barter. What you need to leave behind to satisfy my financial needs won’t break your bank. Just put out what you know my services are worth. Did you drop $150 on a dinner for two last Friday, after $30 in drinks at the bar? Was it worth it?  Did I greet you in stained sweat pants and dirty sneakers, or was I wearing a $200 outfit devoid of any signs of the guys who tipped me before you arrived? That’s right honey, you should pay for what you’re going to get, and be generous. Last thing you want is a girl looking to deliver only exactly what you paid for. Trust me… help her forget about whether or not your worth her time by warming her pocket right up front.

We may have a brief communication about the value of my wonderful femalia to you, but it won’t be a deep conversation and honestly, we both know what it’s worth under the circumstances. My best advice to you is leave what you would love to enjoy, and allow me to fulfill your consumer desires.

After 45 minutes or so of my attention, you will have completely forgotten about the economy, the banks, and retirement funds, and the stupid elections. In fact, right around that 45 minute mark, when you are 45 minutes INSIDE my massage session, you should be thinking of just one thing: how might this be made to last forever?

And that’s just about the time you and I can switch those sensations from build-up mode to take-over mode. Together, by letting go, those feelings of yours start to drive the bus instead of coming along for a ride. They take over, and things begin to change down there. You know it, and I can feel it, and it’s all good, honey. All good. Fall back and stp tensing up and just ride it and trust me… I’m feeling it too. There is somehting about the elasticity.. the thickening… and the fluidity of it all that just melts everything together and brings out the best of you.

The actual release of tension is best as it is ust starting, if you can stay relaxed as it swirls throught the entire event. Some guys call it “streaming” or “pouring” or “letting go” and if I can I’ll stretch that out as long as possible. Every moment is part of the memory you will take home with you. And if you can’t relax as it takes over, which I understand, you get that pulsing tension which is best handled in the after thought. Once it stops, I know how to coax it to sleep with long slow movements, as a way to help you recover.

That hour you spend can be heaven, if you let it. Choose wisely… pick a parlor where you know the people are good hearted people and you should be fine. Unfortunately, the best people in this business have the hardest time advertising, since it’s really not possible to tell the world what awaits them inside the session. So consider the little ad, the lone phone number, or the low-profile place that hints at promise. Avoid the big loud flashy ads, and instead look for me, honey. The quality comfort girl behind the cell phone, with the quiet little place off to the side, in the better neighborhood, and not open too late. You’ll be glad you did.