Spending Money For College

So I made it through my formative teenage high school years, as you heard about in my previous stories. By the time I graduated, I'd had lots of great sex with both guys and girls. My experiences in eleventh and twelfth grade had taken me beyond what is typically written about on this site, and I had thought at that time that the handjobs and, what I considered the simple beginner stuff, was behind me. To my surprise, I would discover I was wrong.

After high school I attended a university on the outskirts of a large Northeastern city about three hours from where I grew up. The school was not too expensive and I had some swimming scholarships, but after everything else was paid for, like food, books, gas, I was pretty close to broke all the time. A few weeks into my second semester I took a job at the local pizza shop to make some spending money. This was in the late 80's, so I was making about four dollars an hour, and after taxes I was lucky to pocket fifty bucks a week. It wasn't much but it got me by. One night I was hanging with a mixed group of friends at the apartments down town. The conversations covered all the debaucheries of college life as you would imagine. One of the guys caught my attention when he said something about visiting a health spa for a stroke job. It didn't quite make sense to me because I figured the health spa was a gym. He continued to talk about getting jacked off there and I thought at first he meant in the locker room by another guy. I probably sounded really stupid when I asked, isn't it against the rules to do that at the gym? One of my friends burst out laughing and said, no, not the gym. Its a massage parlor, but they call it a health spa. I still didn't really get it. Where I grew up, a massage place was a semi clinical therapeutic establishment where a doctor sent you. So again I said, but why is he getting jacked off by a masseuse? I was still imagining a guy in a white coat doing it to him. One of the guys laughed and asked, where are you from blondie? I told him where I was from, still somewhat confused. He then replied, aah haa, well around these areas, a massage parlor is more of an adult kinda place where guys go to get an oil rub and a handjob from the women who work there. I was dumbfounded and ridiculously asked, and they get paid to do that? One of my girlfriends smacked me on the back of the head and said, duh, they don't do it for free! We all laughed. As we walked back to the dorms I was still thinking over this massage parlor concept as it had definitely peaked my curiosity.

The following Sunday I picked up the newspaper and read through the jobs section. Sure enough there were three ads for health spas. Two of them were about twenty miles away on the other side of the city, but the one was only about nine miles away in the neighboring suburb. The ads pretty much read the same, specifying no experience necessary, good pay, and apply in person. Never the timid one, I decided I would check out the one that was closest.

That Tuesday after dinner I took a drive to the address in the ad. When I got there I wasn't sure I was at the right place. It was a very plain looking building with one door on the side. I went up to the door, which was locked and rang the bell. At this moment I had serious butterflies and was almost ready to get in my car and head back. Just then the door opened and there was a woman in a satin robe who smiled and asked if she could help me. I managed to speak and said, yes I'm here about the job in the paper. She smiled again and said, oh yes, come in. I stepped inside and she introduced herself as Sharon, the manager and part owner. She was very pretty, appearing to be in her mid thirties. I wouldn't say she was heavy, but she was fuller figured and had very large breasts. First, she said, I must ask if you're over 18? I said I am 18 and will be 19 very soon. She smiled and said, good, I had to ask.

She then told me to follow her. As we walked back the hall I took a better look at her attire. Her satin robe was down to her ankles and she was wearing casual heels. The hall was not dark, but was softly lit with reddish amber light, and there were a row of doors, all closed. At the end of the hall we entered the door to her small casual office. I sat down and she handed me a very basic application and some age verification papers. As I was writing, she started asking me some questions, again with a very friendly demeanor. She asked me if I was familiar with what I was applying for. I smiled and said yes. She asked me if Id worked at a health spa before. I said no, but I figured I had enough experience to give it a shot. I signed the papers and handed them to her.

 She then asked me to stand up and turn around, as she looked me over. She smiled and said, very nice figure. She then took a more serious tone and asked, do you have any problem with being nude in front of people or working nude? I paused for a second, and said, no, I'd be fine with that, trying to sound as confident as possible. She smiled and asked me if I minded taking my top off. I said now? She nodded. I said sure and pulled my sweatshirt off and removed my bra. Again she said, nice, great nipples, you are very fit. She then said, just to be sure, you do understand this job is mainly giving erotic nude massages that typically end with a complete handjob. I replied yes, I understand. She said that having actual sex with the clients is against the rules and illegal. I said yes, I understand. She then told me I would get 30 dollars per typical session, plus tips. I was beyond thrilled to hear that. She then clarified that I'd only get paid per person, and there was no guaranteed sessions on any night, but that she thought I'd do well. Again I said yes, I understand. She smiled, told me to put my top back on, and told me I could start Thursday at six o'clock if Id like. I thanked her and agreed. We discussed a few more details and she showed me out. As I drove back to the dorms I was as excited as I was nervous.

Thursday evening rolled around very quickly. The only sexy attire I had was a string bikini, a tube top with some lace undies, and black robe which I packed, with my one pair of stiletto party heels, in my swim team bag. I had my shoulder length platinum blonde hair teased up a bit and went a little extra on the eye make-up and lip gloss. I'll never forget that first night. In a funny way I felt like I was getting ready for the prom. When I got there Sharon introduced me to the five other ladies who were working that night. It was quite a variety. The one girl, mid twenties, was quite heavy with curly red hair. There was a black girl, two years older than me, who it turns out went to the same college as I did. Another was in her early fifties and had an air of class about her. The other two were very attractive, both brunettes in their late twenties, one of which Sharon asked to show me around. Her name was Erica and she was very friendly. All the ladies were cordial, but I could tell right away that Erica and I would be friends. She showed me the massage rooms, each having two doors for safety. She showed me where the towels, lubes, and oils were in each room, and gave me some advice. She showed me the shower rooms and explained that some clients tip well if you shower with them but that was totally my call and some of the ladies don't. She explained how I'd be called to a room if I was selected by a client. The whole tour was surreal and I was cool yet fairly nervous. She reminded me about the spa's no sex policy, but went on to say that if I developed a regular client that I was really comfortable with and tipped well, a blowjob was a sort of grey area, and Sharon would look the other way, but not to advertise it. I giggled and said, ok, good to know.

After the tour, the six of us hung out in a comfortable sofa lounge area. It was nice with TV and magazines to read. Sharon and an much older woman named Nancy, who handled the finances, were in a reception area. There was a half wall separating where the clients who were checking in could see us. To my surprise the first girl called to a room was the heavy red-head. Erica leaned over and said, believe it or not she has some loyal regulars. About ten minutes later both Erica and Sharon went to rooms. It was about five more minutes when Nancy looked over the half wall and said, Dee, room 3. Holy crap, I thought, that's me. I'm actually gonna do this. I got up and walked down the hall to room 3. When I walked in the room, there was a man in a business suit sitting on the table unbuttoning his shirt. To my surprise he appeared to me to be late forties maybe early fifties. I hadn't considered this. I suppose I was naive imagining the clients would be younger guys who couldn't get a date. He said hello and seemed very friendly and distinguished. I said hello and introduced myself. He looked me over as I removed my robe and stood in front of him wearing just my red bikini and heels. I'm normally very short, but in these heels I was about 5'6" tall. He smiled and continued to remove his clothes leaving just a towel over his mid-section. Well here we go, I thought to myself. The room was softly lit and nice and warm with candles flickering on the side tables and psychedelic music playing. I grabbed a warm bottle of cinnamon scented oil and a towel and lathered up my hands. I began working the top of his back. At the moment this made me the most nervous, because despite my sexual experience, the back massage part was totally new to me. Thankfully he moaned his approval so I figured I must be doing something right. My next surprise was noticing a wedding band on his finger. This young girl who thought she had it all figured out was just starting to learn about the real grown up world.

After going over his back to his thighs for about twenty minutes, I asked him to turn over. I began to massage his upper arms when he asked if I'd take my top off. I smiled and softly said, certainly. I pulled the string and let the bikini fall off my full 34 C's. His eyes were glued to my chest so I took both my tits in my oiled hands and squeezed them out to my nipples and tweeked them. You like? I asked. He just responded with an mmm hmm. I took a minute and walked around the table kind of posing for him so he could take it all in before I dropped my bottoms. Again he smiled with an mmm hmmm. With that I was feeling very confident and removed the towel covering his mid section. His penis was erect and standing straight up. It was smaller than what I was used to, but cute and clean none the less. I rubbed my hands together to warm the oil, then took his cock in my hand. I had never given a handjob with warm oil before and it felt very good. My hand glided up and down his four inch shaft. He continued to moan his approval. As I stood next to the table stroking him, I took my other hand and began massaging his balls. Since his cock wasn't very long, it literally stood straight up on its own. As I worked him, he politely asked if he could feel my titties until he finished. I replied saying I wasn't sure if I was ok with that. He said please and told me he'd take good care of me if I'd let him. I then said, okay, I suppose, and giggled. He reached out and started squeezing and kneading my boobs as vigorously as I was stroking his penis. He was obviously a boob lover and I made a mental note that if he returned I'd give him a really good boob tease to start. Within another couple minutes he closed his eyes and started moaning so I jiggled the plump head of his cock and watched his load shoot up in the air. I was impressed how much he had for a guy his age as he unleashed at least three nice blasts.

I gave him a minute to recover before I cleaned him up. He sat up and thanked me saying it was one of the best experiences he'd had at the spa. I thanked him and told him it was my first day and he my first client. He smiled and said if that was the case that I was going to do very well. He handed me a twenty and a ten and said he appreciated the boob play. He then got dressed and left. I showered and went out to the desk to collect my thirty from Nancy, hardly believing I just made sixty bucks for a little more than a half hour of what I'd hardly call work. As I turned to go to the lounge, Nancy said, umm Dee . . . next client in room 4. . . . Really . . . Wow, this is awesome. So my first night I went home with a hundred and eighty dollars. I quit the pizza shop the next day and went shopping to get a few new sexy outfits. I worked at the spa for over three years till I finished school and made some really good money. I met an amazing variety of clients. I worked with a bunch of different women there and made some great friends. Sharon and I are still friends to this day and I learned a lot about business and life from her. Needless to say I had some very fun, very wild, and unexpectedly interesting experiences. . . .the best of which I'll share in upcoming stories . . . . If you'd like to hear about them.