This was the one that finally made me keep to my not accepting any unknown male clients within 48hrs of them calling.....
Guy called up wanted a massage TODAY, I said nothing available today or tomorrow, he said he was getting an injection later that day and a massage was the only thing that helped make it comfortable for him over the next couple of days, so I fitted him in as the last appointment of the day at 6:30pm.
So 6:30pm arrives, he does not, 6:45pm arrives, still no sign, so I call him, he says he is in a taxi and will be there in 5 min, 6:50 no sign, 7pm I call, he says the taxi driver got lost and he will be there in 5 min, normally I would say forget it, but I didn't. He turns up at 7:15pm, very nicely dressed, with a very large briefcase. He said he had already let the taxi go and would call one when he finished, knowing taxis in the area usually take at least 1hr, I ring up and book one straight away.
Then the intake form...... he doesn't want to fill it out, until he finds out if I am suitable. Normally this would be the time for me to tell him he can leave, but there is no taxi, so I keep going, he discusses his medical problems, (I can't remember the details this was all a loooooooooong time ago), he even has a laminated letter from his health provider explaining the injections he was talking about. Turns out the injection site is his glutes (of course), then he says he can't lay on fabric because it gives him a rash, so he brings out a sheet of plastic from the almost empty large briefcase, and he can't have a drape used on him because of the rashes. Again this would all normally be time to say goodbye, but again I think of the taxi! I think I can cope if he just stays face down, he then says he has erectile dysfunction so not to worry, normally this would be time for goodbye, but again, the taxi!!!! He them pulls out his own bottle of olive oil and says he wants it poured over him to help with the injection site. I say that's not a massage and the level of skill he is looking for he would be better finding a sex worker, normally this would be time for goodbye, but I still am thinking of the taxi.....
So I say OK, put his plastic on the table, but say there will be no oil pouring, it will be a massage. I leave the room for him to undress and get on the table. I come back in, he has the whitest of white socks and the whitest of white t-shirts on that I have ever seen, and nothing else, with the t-shirt so long it was covering his glutes. I say the t-shirt has to be moved up. I massage for a while, he pretends to go to sleep, suddenly he pretends to turn over in his sleep (turn over in your sleep on a massage couch? not possible, you will roll off), and what a surprise, there is something standing at attention, admittedly the smallest such thing I've ever seen so it wasn't threatening, but so much for erectile dysfunction. That was enough for me to leave the room and go check if the taxi has turned up.
He then pretends to suddenly 'wake up' as I come back in the room and I say time is up, even though the taxi hasn't appeared yet. He does pay for the treatment, I again suggest he go to see a sex worker for the level of skill he wants, and he leaves.
Then the really creepy thing, he called again a couple of days later, confirming his appointment that evening, I was like 'huh?' and he mentioned a suburb about 30miles from me, and I realised he was going all over the city making appointments and creeping out massage therapists with his plastic sheet and bottle of olive oil...... Maybe he eventually found someone that gave him the treatment he wanted.