Just a quickie...
Massaged a lady last week, a massage newbie, who had the most enormous breasts I've ever seen. Seriously, they were EACH the size of a large watermelon, only not as firm.
She was getting a shoulders, back, and neck massage, so needed to be face down on the table, with her face in the face rest.
Her face ended up hovering about a foot above the face rest.
I serendipitously found a breast bolster* on the shelf under the table, but that still wasn't enough, so I had to find her a pillow to rest her head on.
She was finally comfortable, and the rest of the session ran pretty smoothly, except for her having to turn her head from side to side so that I could massage her neck.
She's the lady from a previous post who tipped me twenty smackers for a sixty dollar service. Nice!
I received a wonderful compliment from a client last week. He was a young man attending UNLV, majoring in PR or advertising or some such.
His plan is to become a sports agent for the NBA.
We started talking about how Las Vegas needs a real professional sports team, and were commenting on the need for a new stadium, Sam Boyd Stadium being waaaaay out in the boonies.
I mentioned that it always takes forever for me to get there when my daughter has a high school marching band competition, and he lifted his entire torso off the table (he was face down) and blurted, "YOU have a daughter in high school?!"
Me: Uh, yeah...?
Him: No way! I though you were late twenties, thirty at the most!
Me: Well, it IS dark in here...
Him (laughing): No, no, even when you picked me up at the men's spa I thought that.
Me: Well, thank you very much, don't worry about leaving me a tip!
(He didn't, either! Man, I was only joking, sheesh!)
I wasn't wearing any make-up, either.
Maybe he needs glasses.
*breast bolster: imaging a boogie board made of squishy foam, tapering in thickness from one end to the other, and the thinner side has two big half-circles cut out, like a shark took a bite out of both sides. The boobs are supposed to go there. I guess.