uaktags
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I've been a hobbyist for 16 years now and this is the first time something like this has ever happened to me.
Had a massage at a 2nd story T.O. spa Saturday night. I'm in a room just off the stairs in the middle of a terrific session. I hear the sound of the chime on the door downstairs and a couple of male voices. Then I hear the thud of heavy boots coming up the stairs and the sound of a police radio. It appears LE are dropping by for a visit and a chat.
My MPA covers me with a sheet and flies out of the room closing the door behind her. At this point, I have no clue what to do. So I get off the table with the sheet wrapped around me and stand there with my secret life flashing before my eyes, thinking it's not going to be so secret anymore.
After a bit of conversation that I can't hear, one of the cops asks if there's a customer in the room I'm in. When my MPA says yes he asks her to open the door. I'm standing there holding the sheet and look the cop right in the eye with a stupid, sheepish grin on my face. He looks at me, gives his head the slightest shake and tells the MPA to close the door in a tone that says I'm the last thing on Earth he wants to look at.
More conversation overheard about licenses, etc. and I continue to stand there, thinking about what will happen if I refuse to give them ID with visions of a night in the cooler running through my now overactive brain. The conversation outside continues and they leave. The MPA comes back and says I'll get 5 extra minutes for the trouble. She then gives me some very valuable advice.
If the cops come by and the MPA is clothed (as mine was) there's almost nothing they can do unless they catch you dead-to-rights in the middle of something. She told me if it ever happens again, to cover up with a sheet and lie face down on the table. Don't get up and look like you were caught doing something naughty - like I did.
The session went another 20 minutes but needless to say I was a little distracted. Still, it was a happy ending and a valuable lesson learned.
Had a massage at a 2nd story T.O. spa Saturday night. I'm in a room just off the stairs in the middle of a terrific session. I hear the sound of the chime on the door downstairs and a couple of male voices. Then I hear the thud of heavy boots coming up the stairs and the sound of a police radio. It appears LE are dropping by for a visit and a chat.
My MPA covers me with a sheet and flies out of the room closing the door behind her. At this point, I have no clue what to do. So I get off the table with the sheet wrapped around me and stand there with my secret life flashing before my eyes, thinking it's not going to be so secret anymore.
After a bit of conversation that I can't hear, one of the cops asks if there's a customer in the room I'm in. When my MPA says yes he asks her to open the door. I'm standing there holding the sheet and look the cop right in the eye with a stupid, sheepish grin on my face. He looks at me, gives his head the slightest shake and tells the MPA to close the door in a tone that says I'm the last thing on Earth he wants to look at.
More conversation overheard about licenses, etc. and I continue to stand there, thinking about what will happen if I refuse to give them ID with visions of a night in the cooler running through my now overactive brain. The conversation outside continues and they leave. The MPA comes back and says I'll get 5 extra minutes for the trouble. She then gives me some very valuable advice.
If the cops come by and the MPA is clothed (as mine was) there's almost nothing they can do unless they catch you dead-to-rights in the middle of something. She told me if it ever happens again, to cover up with a sheet and lie face down on the table. Don't get up and look like you were caught doing something naughty - like I did.
The session went another 20 minutes but needless to say I was a little distracted. Still, it was a happy ending and a valuable lesson learned.