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By Alexandra Kimball January 31, Ivy glows like a s starlet. She agreed to tell me her story on the condition that I not reveal her true identity. For her customers, Ivy puts on a breathy Marilyn Monroe voice and wears retro baby doll nighties and stilettos. The space is cozy in a utilitarian way, with a shower stall in the corner and a padded massage table in the centre. But for a few boom-chicka-wah-wah details—mirrors on the ceiling, candles, lights turned down loooow—it could be an ordinary massage clinic.
The client disrobes, showers a city bylaw requirement and lies facedown on the massage table. Ivy spre oil on his back and engages in small talk. They like her to be attentive, sweet, a little helpless. As she moves her hands further down his back she pays careful attention to his body language.
Sometimes the client might request something off-menu: to be tied up and whipped with a wet towel, for example. Extras are a firm no. Assisted by massage oil, she lays herself face to face with him, stimulating his penis with her calves or thighs, or swivels to face his feet, so she can use her hand or breasts. On Internet message boards, men who frequently use escorts and visit body-rubs will review spa girls and criticize clumsy body slides. A good review can bring in dozens of new clients. After years of doing slides, Ivy can time an ejaculation down to the second.
When the deed is done, she might spend a few minutes with him, hugging or chatting idly while he winds down. Some men want to be left alone, so she makes her way to the shower. Clients love it when attendants recall their names and what they like; some spa workers even log details in journals.
Once the client is gone, Ivy collects the towels and hauls them out to a back room where the women do laundry, gossip and check their . Then she waits for the next guy to walk in the front door. Over the last decade, spas have proliferated across the GTA faster than Starbucks. Many are concentrated on Finch near Keele referred to by insiders as Finch Alley , as well as in the downtown Chinatown and in the strip malls of East York and Scarborough.
Only 25 of those are officially allowed to operate as body-rubs. And there are hundreds more spas, advertised in the classifieds of the weekly papers and on Craigslist, that are und and operate illegally out of apartments, condos and storefronts all over the city. In , the city laid charges against owners and workers—the most common infraction is staying open after the mandated 9 p.
Parlours that habitually allow hand jobs or other sexual contact on their premises are breaking federal bawdy house laws. Muse Massage Spa is located in the nondescript Finch-Keele Plaza, surrounded by auto dealers, low-rise office buildings and several spa competitors.
Unlike many spas, which keep a low profile, Muse is trying to build customer loyalty with a Twitter feed and a Facebook . On a good day, with seven girls on shift, the parlour caters to 50 customers. During my tour, the doorbell rang and Riley ushered in a good-looking athletic type in his early 20s. I spotted another customer in a trench coat ducking out of a private room and scurrying out the exit with a briefcase, checking a BlackBerry in his palm. Toward the end of my visit, two elderly men appeared. A typical midday crowd, Emily explained, is made up of York students, businessmen on lunch breaks and retirees.
Emily and Riley are proud of their business. As if to provide evidence, a pretty young black woman arrived for her shift, dressed in slouchy campus wear and carrying a backpack. Muse, like every other spa in Finch Alley, draws customers with the promise of quick, commitment-free encounters. Emily trains her staff in the importance of empathy: the best spa workers, she says, imagine what their clients go through every day. These men have wives who ignore them, jobs that are killing them. A visit to a body-rub can make them happy again, if only for 30 minutes.
Most of them lead double lives, keeping their work a secret even from close friends. Ivy told her family she was a receptionist at a day spa. She worked as a stripper to help pay her way through school, and she heard that spas were an easy way to make a lot of money. She took her first job at a holistic centre in a Hamilton suburb in , and her first client was a factory worker named Mike. He ordered a nude reverse: after massaging Mike for 15 minutes, she climbed on the table and let him touch her.
Most of the attendants were constantly dieting and working out. It can be exhausting. When the Hamilton spa closed a year after she started, Ivy took a job at a holistic centre near Yonge and Bloor. In the secretive world of spas, working conditions vary wildly.
Several clients tried to force her to perform oral sex or attempted to penetrate her. Once, she cut a session short when the client threatened her. None of the staff went to the cops because they were wary of getting busted or putting their bosses under scrutiny. There were no shift fees, women worked a maximum of 40 hours a week, and they could terminate sessions if they felt uncomfortable with a client, no questions asked.
Ivy left her downtown spa without notice. She requested a criminal background check on herself and visited her doctor for an STD test—both bylaw requirements for body-rub attendants. Within days, she was a d body rubber, complete with laminated photo ID. Working at the new body-rub was a relief after the nightmare of her job. But Ivy was still determined to get a legitimate job.
Between clients, she worked on her graphic de portfolio or on small freelance projects for advertising firms. Ivy had an average of five clients a day, and she dreaded each appointment. The massage was one thing, but having to repeat the little spiel—How are you? Last August, Ivy quit. She had a regular web de gig from a freelance client, and a boyfriend who worked as a photographer and had a small income from arts grants and selling pictures.
Money is tight, but she says her life feels more authentic now. On the other hand, she said, the past is past. As the wife of a sex addict who spent his lifetime working in Toronto and using women for his own needs…i must say that the hundreds of thousands of dollars I have discovered he spent on strippers, porn, escorts, travel, gifts, flowers, spa treatments etc. I would say be cautious…sex can be a drug of choice for people who have addiction issues…I know for a fact that after 20 years of hiring prostitutes, he ended up venturing into sex with shemale escorts etc.
All while he and I and three kids to have a normal family life…he has been a master manipulator and obviously is an addict! Awesome post! Emily is such a great person. All she cares about is the well being of her Muse girls , her customers, and running a professional erotic massage parlour. No, it sounds like hes a dirtbag. Also no straight male would have sex willingly with a tranny. You know, the fellahs are going to get the normal flack for being perverts, and the fine spa workers are gonna be called the common name of, whore…which is completely wrong.
I believe on both ends this is a good thing. One, a profitable industry and on the other side a happy client that goes home happy. No drug addictions, no spousal abuse, etc. It works. How about for the wife of the sex addict? The typical client falls into the of:. A single man who is terribly unsuccessful with women, and uses this as his sexual outlet because he has no other options. You sound like the typical wife who likes to complain about her husband, while happily spending more money than you make. Got news for you buddy. I have been married 24 years and I have a son who is in 3rd year university.
I work and pay taxes. I have no criminal record. I work out three times a week, own a house and two dogs. I like to have a few beers on the weekend. But…guess what? I like to go to massage parlors at least once a month. My wife likes to spend money on clothes, concerts and other entertainments and this is MY hobby. Most Westernized wives of the school of feminism are trouble. One day I will find my Asian bride and we will live happily ever after until feminism comes along…. Another victimization story from feminists?! Go lament to your marriage counsellors and he must be some rich fella to spend so much money on escorts while raising a family….
Too bad for you! You do not know how to tame the sexual urges of your husband. Speak to a marriage counsellor! So…go for an escort once a week…It may be cheaper in the long run than facing a divorce and paying alimony! We want Brothels ,we want Brothels ….!!!
Just like in Germany and Holland and Greece and Austria , make it legal and safe!!! No big deal ,is just sex. Better pay for a hooker once in a blue moon then have a Canadian wife. Its cheaper and less stressful. Women keep saying that eh???!!
I still you chose to have 3 kids with that sex addict guy?! You chose to get prego and have those 3 kids. I would disagree with the article that only men visit the massage parlours, particularly Muse, because if you talk to the attendants they will tell you that they get many couples in for massage.
I and my boyfriend have been, and we would certainly go again. If no then yeah you are a dirtbag. My wife works full time just as I do, so she can spend a bit of money on entertaining herself because I want her to be happy. You only live once. So, go and preach your morality to someone else. All rights reserved. Reproduction in whole or in part strictly prohibited. Twitter Facebook.What is body rub parlour
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