You know that moment when you first get into the room, and MMS takes the HF and leaves you to undress, and you can't help but look around the room and wonder where all the cameras are hidden?
I imagine there's some dirty old Asian dude sitting in a dark, smoke-filled room, somewhere in Queens, with a dirty wife-beater on, and old Chinese showtimes playing in the background. Just sitting there, getting paid to make sure every session is recorded.
At the end of my session, this feeling hits me again, as she leaves me facing the ceiling, to get a hot towel. Why does this room need 3-smoke detectors? And why are there always a few holes in the ceiling tiles, just big enough for me to notice, but too dark to see through.
I imagine there's some dirty old Asian dude sitting in a dark, smoke-filled room, somewhere in Queens, with a dirty wife-beater on, and old Chinese showtimes playing in the background. Just sitting there, getting paid to make sure every session is recorded.
At the end of my session, this feeling hits me again, as she leaves me facing the ceiling, to get a hot towel. Why does this room need 3-smoke detectors? And why are there always a few holes in the ceiling tiles, just big enough for me to notice, but too dark to see through.