Ban Teller Turned Hooer

Chapter 8 - TRAINING DAY

(NOTE TO READER: One of my followers suggested that I might start my chapters with a comment about my story. As many have surmised, this is not a story of fiction. My writing reflects real events in my life. As described to one reader, "

As written, the timeline is probably 90% accurate; the dialogues are probably 85% accurate. But the overall story line is 100% accurate. From beginning to end, my story carried on for almost 6 years. The earlier days are actually the most vivid and those are the experiences that I share in my writing." I cannot change who I was. I truly enjoyed the majority of my experiences. The major casualty of my chosen life was the damage that happened between my family and me. My family would eventually discover my activities and banished me from the family. Chinese shame is not something to be challenged. Unfortunately, I have been fully estranged from my family for over ten years.)

The next morning, I awoke alone in the bed. But, the sun was shining, the birds were singing and millions of sperm were swimming around inside me. I got out of bed and found Mae in the kitchen. She was making some tea and asked if I would like some. I was dehydrated and needed some liquid. I accepted the tea offer but wanted water. I was dehydrated not only from the alcohol; all the sex had nearly drained me of my fluids and I needed refreshing.

Feeling like more than just a guest, I opened the refrigerator and was thrilled to find bottles of water. I opened one and nearly drank it in a single gulp. Mae knowingly looked at me and said, "Sex can really dry you out, can't it?"

We were still both naked. She looked like she had a wild night of sex, I had to assume I looked even more worn.

She said, "Morning is here, you're completely sober. How do you feel about last night?"

"You mean, do I regret it? Hell no, I don't regret it. You were incredible, they were incredible. No doubt the best sex night of my life."

And then she added, "Best night, so far. So you would do it again?"

"Yes."

"Would you want to do it again today?"

Without hesitation, I smiled and said, "Yes!"

She said, "Well, a couple things. Jason left me a message that said his mom really is hurting, so he wants to stay in Sac at least through Monday. Maybe later. And, the third guy that I texted last night responded this morning. He said, he couldn't respond last night because he had 'company' which meant his wife was nearby. But, he wants to know if you're available today. I told him you might be available at noon. I told him the usual menu is $300 covered, $500 bare and $700 anal. He said he wants the full menu."

"Oh my God, really?"

She added, "I offered him the anal because he is not huge and it is quite obvious that you like it. I have KY for you. It works much better than Vaseline. You'll enjoy it a thousand times more, trust me, I know."

I reached into the refrigerator and opened a second bottle of water. She said, "Finish your water and let's shower. I'm going to teach you how to give a massage. Well, at least enough to fake giving a massage." She explained, "If you can give a really good massage then guys tend to think that you're a legitimate masseuse. But, if you give a half-ass massage they know that you're not really there to give a massage." I drank down the water and skipped the tea.

We went back to her bedroom and we started by brushing our teeth. I used the same toothbrush she had given me the night before. Once we were done, she smiled and said, "Let's go shower." We had yet to get dressed and it seemed pretty obvious that it was turning into a no-clothes day.

We went to the large shower and walked inside together. She turned on both showers and the hot water again was immediate. At my parents' home I would have to wait almost five minutes for the water to even get warm. I was impressed yet again.

She said, "Let me bathe you first. When a client comes for a massage sometimes they want to shower. And depending upon the guy, I might want him to shower too. So if you offer the shower you should take the initiative and wash him. Don't use a loofah, just use your hands. Do not be shy about washing his ass or cock. I can't tell you how many times I've never made it out of the shower without fucking, so I usually bring a condom into the shower with me."

As she described things to me she gently washed my body with her soapy hand. She spent a lot of time cleaning my ass and pussy inside and out. I was starting to get excited and she could tell. She said, "Relax. Take your time. I still want to give you a massage."

She reached for the shower wand and turned on the nozzle. She brought it down to my pussy and I spread my feet. The wand slid inside me and power washed my vagina. I watched the water splatter to the floor and did not notice any cum. Mae noticed it too and said, "They must have really pumped it in deep; there's practically nothing. But that's what you wanted, right?" I said it was.

She removed the wand and set it back on its hanger. She said, "Now you wash me."

I washed her exactly the same as she washed me, including flushing her clean. Finished with our bathing, she turned off the showers and grabbed some towels. She first completely towel dried me. And then I repeated with her.

She said, "Let me give you a massage." We went into the adjoining room and she instructed me to lay face down on the table.

She said, "Sometimes a guy will leave a towel over his ass, just remove it when that happens.

She gently caressed and rubbed my upper back. It felt so good. As she rubbed me she said, "Do you like it soft or hard?"

I said, "Either, it feels so nice."

She said, "I always ask that question. And with first timers regardless of their answer, I usually lean down to their ear and whisper saying, 'I like it hard'. When you start working at the massage house, you always want to be careful with first timers. It is a great way to meet new guys, but there is always the possibility that they're a cop."

I stopped her and said, "What do you mean, 'when I start working at the massage house'?"

She said, "You want to meet clients, right? That is a great way to get them."

She continued massaging my back and I questioned, "I can work there?"

"Of course you can. But you need to know how it works. The client pays a fee for either a half hour or an hour. They always choose the half hour rate, but no one keeps track of the time, so it doesn't really matter. That money goes to the spa, you don't see any of it. You also have to pay the owner $150 per day that you work. You make your money with 'tips'. Tips are what the guy pays for sex. In the massage house, I usually get $75 for a hand job, $100 for a blowjob or $150 for everything. Always use condoms. If you like the guy you give him your number. You let them know you are available outside the spa, and it will be a better session. You can't allow moaning or anything when you're at a spa. You never know who is in the next room."

"So I have to pay to work there?"

She said, "Don't worry, you'll earn it back fast. I know I can get you Saturdays. They would love to have you there."

I went silent and she said, "You don't have to do it if you don't want to."

I said, "I guess it couldn't hurt to try it out."

"You'll like it. Don't worry about the $150. You'll earn it back with the first client. You should try to do the whole day; 10:00 to 10:00. It sounds long, but reality is you'll either be watching TV or fucking. On a Saturday, you'll probably earn $800 to $1,000, but you'll be getting potential customers that will make loads more money. Since you are paying the spa, you don't really work there. There is no record of your employment. You can come and go as you please. Enough talking, let me finish your massage."

The entire time she had been working on my back. Now she moved down to my ankles and started rubbing my calves. She slowly started working her way up my legs. As she did, I instinctively parted my legs. When I did, she said, "That is exactly what a guy will do."

She started rubbing my thighs up and down. She rubbed the inside of my thigh and would work her way up and graze her fingers across my pussy and then pull away. When this would happen I would arch my back. I moaned. She said, "Shhhh, you need to be quiet." She brought her hand onto my ass and started rubbing her hand up and down my crack slowly inching her way closer to my pussy.

She brought her hand down to my pussy and held it there and brought her mouth near my ear and whispered, "Do you like that?"

I nodded yes.

She said, "What would you like?"

Following her role playing lead, I said, "Everything."

"150, ok?"

I said, "Yes".

She removed her hand and went back to rubbing my back. She said, "That is how you do it. Never have condoms with you. You will need to leave the room to go get one. You need to supply your own condoms. There will never be any in the rooms."

I said, "Ok".

She said, "Lesson done, turn over." I rolled over onto my back. She said, "Scoot down the table." I shifted down the table and then she did something that I had done for guys, but I never thought a woman would do to me. She climbed onto the table and straddled over my face like she had done the night before, and lowered her pussy onto my mouth. I immediately dove in. She said, "After last night, I couldn't wait to feel your tongue again."

I licked and sucked on her clit. She tasted so sweet. She was moaning louder and louder. I reached down to my own pussy, spread my legs and started masturbating. I have had guys masturbate while I sat on their face and now understood the thrill of eating pussy and self-indulging.

This time I came first. I squeezed my legs together suddenly when it happened. Mae recognized what I was experiencing and said, "I'm almost there, please don't stop." Almost there was closer to ten minutes, but then her pussy burst a flood all over my face. I kept licking harder. Until she finally said, "Stop, stop! I'm going to pass out!"

I pulled my tongue from her and she practically fell off the table. She said, "Oh my god, I'm so dizzy!"

I have had that type of orgasm before, I knew what she meant. She was on her knees on the side of the table and I rolled over toward her.

She said, "A couple more times like that and I'll never want a guy again!" We both burst out laughing.

She composed herself and said, "Roll back onto your tummy, I'll be right back." She left the room and came right back holding a tube of KY. She said, "Might as well get you ready." She told me to spread my legs. I more than spread them. My knees and feet were hanging from both sides of the table. She said, "I'm so envious. You really have a perfect ass."

She opened the tube and poured gel all over my crack. She started rubbing the ointment up and down my ass and she slid a finger into my ass. I said, "Ooooh."

She momentarily stopped to ask, "Are you tender?"

I said, "No, that feels really nice. Fill my ass."

She brought the top of the tube to my ass and squeezed hard. I could feel the fluid fill my ass. I heard the tube make farting noises. She said, "That was the tube not you. Do you need more?"

I assured her, what she gave me would be plenty. One thing I could tell immediately was I preferred the feel of KY as compared to Vaseline.

I sat up from the table. I had been laying on a towel. The towel was soaked where my ass and head had been. We both had left our liquid marks.

Mae said, "We'd better get your room ready." We went back to my love room and the fitted sheet had a well-defined stain in the middle of it. Mae said, "Don't worry I have plenty of sheets. I tend to go through a lot of linens."

We replaced the fitted sheet together. It only took a few minutes.

As we made the bed I commented, "I like the mirrors. But they weren't hanging on my first visit."

She laughed and said, "I wasn't certain if you were quite ready to see them last week. Now I think I should have left them on the walls and maybe added some on the ceiling!" She got me to laugh.

Mae suggested that I put some makeup on. It was only 11:15. My date (Drew) was going to be there in about 45 minutes. I had plenty of time. I did my makeup and decided I'd better check my phone, mostly because I would need to call my parents for my morning check-in. Turned out my phone was still in the back yard, near the Jacuzzi and was still laying on the ground next to our clothes from the night before. I never got dressed since my clothes had come off that night and had no intention of putting any clothes on.

I picked up my phone and the screen showed 13 missed phone calls. At first I realized that 2 of the calls were the ones that I had made from Marcus' and Keith's phones and I was worried the other 11 were from my parents. I could not have been more wrong. I didn't recognized the numbers. There were voice messages to go with most of the calls.

I walked back into the house and started listening to the messages one-by-one. Mae later told me as she watched me listening to the calls I had a smile on my face that got bigger and bigger.