The year was and I was working for a mobile massage company here in the valley. I was called out to do a late night couples massage at the W hotel in Old town Scottsdale. Once he got there we went up to the room. The Mr. Ben took on little lady who was in her 20s. I had the Mr. We started the 90 minute session and right out of the gate the Mr.
Extra time on the Mr. This gave me the perfect view to watch Ben work his magic. The lady friend turned into some sort of rag doll on his table. As the soothing sounds came out of the radio It seemed Ben had this choreographed dance he did with her appendages and all parts inbetween. I never saw anything like this and I wanted to be lady friend on that table.
It reminds me how we need to flow freely in our life. How do we make it effortless? How do we choreograph such a beautiful intriguing experience without hesitation or throwing up a sign because we are fearful our roots may just be exposed.
The year was I was working my first official massage job at a chiropractors office in Ohio. I had a client that was an hour long massage that I saw every week. She was a quiet little lady named Dottie. Dottie liked a deeper massage and I was anxious to deliver. I remember the first massage with her like it was yesterday.
Although Dottie was a quiet conversationalist she spoke a different language during her massage. As I started to work on Dottie she started the conversation. Was I hurting her? I checked in. She was fine. This became a normal during her massage and I expected this release every week when I saw her. Fast forward 16 or so years to the beginning of my Mobile Massage era here in AZ. I was working for a company that sent me out to a man that lived pretty far north of the city. He seemed nice enough.
