I am posting this email that I received a few days ago. I tried my best to correct to grammar and do some basic word-smithing.Still, I think the email exemplifies the struggle of the PSP, struggling to survive, struggling to resolve life’s problems. I am glad that she was able to leave that life and settle down and raise a family. She is lucky. I know of many PSPs who were not so fortunate.I had also decided to edit out some of the names of the massage parlor establishments. I thought long and hard about that and I had decided to edit it out because I figured that the gist is on her struggle, not on the internal practices of these massage parlors.

I read some of your blogs regarding your experience in different health clubs. It’s quite interesting. I just want to share my experience. Maybe you will get something from it. I was one of the massage parlor attendants you were talking about in your blog. I do not know if I met you or not.Well I started early at the age of 14. I was virgin at that time. I needed to work. We have a lot of debts that we need to pay. My mother was a fish vendor during that time. We had no money to buy and sell fish anymore. We had even asked some friends in the wet market to give us something to eat. So i took the job. I didn’t know what kind of work I was going to have. It’s so bad that someone forced himself to get inside of me. After that I stopped working for a month then went back again because i need to live. I did it even it was against my will. I ran away from home and lived by myself. I didn’t want to my friends to know that I was working in a massage parlor. I even become one of the top 10. If you’re asking how i looked, they say i looked like Joyce Jimenez and Heart Evanglista. I am petite. I am only 5 feet and in perfect shape.Well then i stopped working. Then I went back to work again. I’ve been to wilderness, Flight 169, and Skyline and there was one more just a block away from Pegasus. Skyline was the last palace i worked. I worked there for like 6 months. I don’t know if you have been there, but now that place is closed. It was located at the 8 floor in Grand Boulevard hotel. I was there in year2003. You know i don’t want go back to [massage parlor names removed] because, even if you have your period, you need to work there. We have to put some cotton in our vagina to control the bleeding. It’s so gross but we need to work or else we were going to be suspended.I wasn’t the only one minor in that place. We were like 5 or 7.There are a lot of attendants i know that are using drugs. They are really pretty and tall and some were working as massage parlors for 15 years. I only tried marijuana but that’s all.I’m sharing you this because even if I had experienced such a nightmare I still feel I am a better person. I had met a man in that place that accepts me for who i am and never insults me. I am now in California with two kids and happily married. Not all massage parlor attendants are trash. They are just girls who are fighting to live.

When I pay for a PSP, there are a couple of things I expect. I know that some people will say that I have to “understand her situation,” “be sensitive and sympathetic,” and “remember that we are dealing with a human being.” But I am not asking for any fringe or unconventional fetish. Sex is something that is natural and can be fun. I obtained the services of a PSP for my personal—and hopefully, mutual—satisfaction, and there is a certain kind of experience that I am hoping for.

So here are five things that I hate to experience from a PSP.

1. No hygiene

I hate it when PSPs don’t pay attention to their own hygiene. I can be forgiving if it’s an escort who had to take a bus from her house kilometers away, but I expect them to take at least take a shower before the deed. I for one pay particular attention if she brought her own “feminine wash.”

2. Cold, Mediocre Performance

If all that I wanted was an orgasm, I would have stayed home and masturbated.

3. Shyness

I paid to have a mind-blowing, eye-popping experience. While I do try to spice up the conversation to break the ice, I don’t need to make a serious effort to woo and entertain the PSP to have sex with me.

4. Not even faking it

I mean, How hard is it to fake some moans, writhe a bit, dig deep into my back, and scream nasty obscenities? If she doesn’t know how to fake it, I suggest she watch this.

5. Hurrying the deed

I paid good money for an experience. I intend to get it. It doesn’t mean that I will fit as many orgasms in the allotted time. It doesn’t mean that we will be humping for hours. I just want to take my own time and to last as long as I want.

First off, some people call them “two-way mirrors” and some call them “one-way mirrors.” Whatever. You know what I am referring to. It’s that type of glass that is a mirror on one side and a window on the other.

A number of motels have mirrors on the wall. Orchard in Pasig has mirrors in almost all the walls. If you have viewed my massage parlor videos at Vimeo, you may have noticed that some massage parlor rooms have mirrors as well.

Are these mirrors “two-way mirrors?” How does one detect “two-way mirrors?”

A quick Google pointed me to several articles. How Stuff Works and Wiki How have given logical and common-sense approaches.

A two-way mirror relies on the lighting. The room with the reflective surface has to be kept very brightly lit, so that there is lots of light to reflect back from the mirror’s surface. The other room, the one used by the voyeur, must be kept dark, so there is very little light to transmit through the glass. That is one reason why, when one peers through the showroom aquarium, the room with the attendants is harshly lit and the room with the guests is subtly lit. So if you want to check if there are some Hayden-wannabe perverts peering behind that mirror, turn off the lights in your room and then shine a flashlight through the “mirror.” If it is a two-way mirror, you should be able to see the chamber behind it.

Another way is to press your eyes against the mirror and cup them with your hands, creating a dark “tunnel” to block out the light. We all do this when we want to peer through a car with a dark, highly-reflective tint. Same principle.

Finally, an ordinary mirror is set against a solid wall while a two-way mirror is not. Tapping on an ordinary mirror will produce a dull sound. A two-way mirror is fundamentally a window so tapping on it will produce a hollow sound.

A reader of my site commented that owners of motels and massage parlors are unlikely to allow two-way mirrors because “privacy/secrecy is the core attraction for these enterprises” and “the moment this gets tainted, that’s it for their entire business.” Even word-of-mouth can damage their business. What advantage is there in putting up a two-way mirror? Politicians and celebrities don’t go to motels. The risk (loss of revenue from guests) is not worth the reward (a scandal video which gives no monetary benefit). Besides, scout around the internet—have you seen a video shot through a two-way mirror in a motel?

I wrote about my experiences with a spa therapist, thinking that it was too good to be true. And yes there are some quirks. I described it in another post as the “fly in the ointment.”

A number of readers have emailed me and were able to determine the identity of the spa therapist and her place of work, simply by describing her modus operandi. Apparently she plays the same song for other clients. Some have indeed fallen for her—one had even began supporting her financially.

But I have to admit one thing: Her performance is quite riveting. She truly can give a “porn-star experience.”

It just comes with several caveats:

- She had been, at one time, stricken with STD. She may have an STD now. Some have complained about foul odor in the genital area.

- She appears to be a pathological liar. She will say sweet words to you. “I love you” or “I miss you” are quite common. She promises abstinence from other clients but obviously she is not living up to her word. In my opinion, she does this so that clients will flock towards her and not toward the other therapists.

- One informant claimed that she used to service jeepney drivers around Lemery at P500 a pop.

But, as I said, she gives BBBJs, she allows CIM, even facials, she shows no hesitation for whatever sexual position, she talks dirty, and she allegedly allows anal sex.

So the question, dear readers: Would you still avail of her service?

Since the start of 2009, I have tried out different spas. I was searching for variety. You can say I was bored with the MP scene and KTVs were a bit pricey.

So far fhis year, I have tried out 713 Spa, Eightmen, iSpa, Big Daddy, and Lion King Spa. In previous years, I have also tried Fusion, Leaf, and Stargate.

The routine in these spas is predictable. There is little to differentiate one from the other. You choose a therapist but you have to do it, sight unseen. You are not allowed to see them and they are not allowed to parade in front of you. You are escorted to your room, which is a small cubicle with a bed in the middle and enough room for the therapist to move around. There is the massage and then, well, you have to go there to find out.

There are a few differences—iSpa, for example, offers a unique “tantric” massage and its facilities are quite posh.

I admit that my source of info is both the info in the Massage Parlor section of my blog, as well as other sites and blogs I come across on the Internet. The latter is a good source of info but I’m wary about FRs or quality standards.

Don’t get me wrong. All the spas I have tried are “good enough.” None have disappointed me greatly. The rooms are clean and neat and are not roach motels. Their shower stalls are okay, though some need some bolt-tightening in some spots. The massage service is soothing. There have a couple of pretty therapists, though my standards would differ from those in MTC. To each their own, I suppose–some may want chubby, chinitas; I prefer tall, slim, almond-eyed ladies.

But what differentiates Fusion from the rest of the pack is this: customer service. For one, you get to see the therapist in Fusion. Second, the therapist hand-holds you throughout the entire process. As soon as you pick your therapist, she is with you like white on rice. She locks arms with you as you walk together to your room. She escorts you to the shower stall and from the shower stall back to your room. She helps unbutton your clothes and she helps button them back. One therapist even went as far as putting on my socks and tying my shoes. In the other spas, there are points where I had to fend for myself. And then there is this waiting period in the other spas where I feel I am in a physician’s office waiting for the doctor to arrive.

And there is one thing that Fusion does that I look for in other spas: When I am done with my final shower, all my clothes are off the hanger, spread neatly on top of the bed.  It is a small touch, but a memorable one.

The only thing I don’t like about Fusion is their politics, which appears to be bordering on the extreme right-wing. I suppose that if they were voting in the US Elections, they are the type who would vote for McCain and Palin. I am not surprised why Fusion is not in this one site’s list of spas—their website scathingly blasts that website, the moderators, and their shills.

I was intrigued by a certain spa. This spa was purported to only allow pretty therapists, and based on my first couple of visits, I can say that they have made every effort to deliver that promise.

Before I continue, please remember that, normally, ATW sex is prohibited in spas. The customary ES is a handjob. So don’t ask me where this spa is located and who the therapist is. As you read further, you will realize that divulging such information could get the therapist fired.

For one whole week, I visited the spa daily, attempting to sample each and every therapist. In each visit, I was curious about their top-rated therapist, and who was always “reserved.” I would go to the spa, ask for this therapist, and the person at the counter would say that she is “reserved.” On one day, she had three consecutive clients on queue. Read the rest of this entry »

Lately, a lot of people have taken notice of spas. And I am not talking of wholesome spas. People are now going to spas, where the massage is somewhat secondary, and extra service is of primary, if not equal, importance.

But what is the difference between a spa and a MP? Don’t these two establishments offer massage? Don’t these two establishments purport to offer pretty, alluring attendants/therapists? And don’t these two establishments offer “extra service?”

In terms of the facilities, I have found little difference between a spa and a massage parlor. People may say that the spa facilities, with its bed and communal shower rooms, are spartan. And yes, there may be luxury MPs that can rival hotel rooms but there are also MPs that can be described as austere. Many spas don’t have a showroom, but some have no qualms in having their therapists parade in front of the client.

But when it comes to the actual massage, I feel that spas have the edge. Their technique is much better. In MPs, most of the massage is done through rubbing and kneading; spa therapists are more creative, using their elbows or knuckles, pressing hard on hidden crevices like between shoulder blades or the ridge of your spine.

Oh yes, and talking of crevices, spa therapists show no hesitation in brushing the insides of one’s ass nor in tickling that thin gap between your testicle and your thigh. I believe those are the “signature moves,” because, by the time you flip over on your back, your penis should be erect.

Which leads us to the “extra service.” In a spa, when the therapist offers the “happy ending,” it is the hand job; in an MP, it is sex. I guess a lot of misunderstanding can be avoided if one assumes that rule.

Some spas include some nipple-licking, some cuddling. BJs are not often included, even if your manhood is sheathed with a condom; unlike that of a MP, where some MPAs use the technique of providing BJs as a way to put on the condom. In some spas, the therapist strips down to bikini attire. A few allow one to reach inside the therapist’s panties. But more often than not, there is no sex in a spa. In an MP, sex is in the menu.

There are, of course, the legit spas. Most hotel spas are legit. How can you tell if a spa is legit? Here’s one common factor: men’s magazines. If a spa has the typical soft-core men’s mag (like FHM), chances are they offer more than just muscle-kneading

Okay, these are general rules and guidelines, but there are exceptions. I know of at least one spa that offers more than a handjob. And in many cases, it all boils down to whether or not you are a regular client of the spa, whether or not you have established some trust and rapport. It is difficult to believe that, in a situation where both of you are close to naked, inside a semi-private room, with a bed, where arousal and pheromones are abundant, that no sex will occur one hundred percent of the time.

In describing the type of experience one expects from a “personal service provier (PSP),” I often come upon the acronyms GFE (Girlfriend experience) and PSE (Porn star experience). I wonder: What exactly does this mean? What does it connote? Why make the distinction? For example, standard fare for a porn star is to give fellatio; thus, girlfriends are not expected to give blowjobs?

And do those that claim PSE actually perform like a porn star? I know that porn stars perform a wide range of services–fisting and anal, for example–does that mean that PSPs who make such a claim will actually do these? Ok, maybe anal and fisting are a bit extreme (some however, may disagree, but please allow me that leeway), but what about facials and come-in-mouth?

Okay, in reality, I have (or, at least I think I had) experienced a PSE. I don’t think it has to do with the range of services; it’s in the way the PSP performs even the most basic sexual act. A GFE will be a more sweet, demure, conversational episode. A PSE will be more wanton and beastly.

Take the simple and trite missionary position: a PSP claiming GFE will probably give you sugary encouragement as you are mounting her. It is like enjoying fine wine with soft jazz piping through the speakers. A PSP with the PSE on her curriculum vitae will probably groan out all sorts of profanities, will stare at you with fiery hot passion, will purse her lips and bite her lips, and will show you a “come-and-fuck-me” expression on her face, akin to gulping down hard liquor with acid rock blaring.

One reader commented that I must be an ugly man because I can’t charm a woman. Another tried to lend his pseudo-intellectualism by saying that I must be a jerk because I pay P5,000 for something I can get for free. Be that as it may, it still underscores the fact that I need sex without having to go through the effort of seducing a woman. The reality is I go to PSPs for the simple reason that I need to get laid with as little complications as possible.

I wonder what is the financial comparison between charming a woman and paying a PSP to have sex with you. Charming a woman involves at least a drink plus several hours of conversation. Well, at least for me it will take several hours; I haven’t met anyone who can get a girl to go to bed with him in 30 minutes or less. My success in one-try pickups is dismally low, which means I have to call or SMS the girl a number of times. When I look back at my attempts, the sex typically happens after the third “date,” with each “date” consisting of a minimum of three bottles of beer between the both of us, sometimes six bottles of beer, plus the usual pica-pica. Then, when I am successful, it usually happens in the wee hours of the morning, like 2 am or 3 am, and I worry if I won’t be able to bring her to her doorstep, which means that there is the drive to her house. I stay in the Makati area and the worst situation that I had encountered was that I had to bring home a girl all the way to Bulacan.

Then there is the emotional baggage. Some women do get enamored and they begin calling you. Sometimes they call in most inopportune times. Somehow, the experience of swapping bodily fluids seem to make some women believe that they are beholden to you. Or that you are now beholden to them.

One reader gave one of the, if not the best reason on why I go to PSPs. I spend money not to be with them, but to make sure they leave after the deed is done.

A reader had commented on a post, basically saying that PSPs and the patronage of sites are immoral acts and are further contributing to the deterioration of society.

To which my response is: Who assigned YOU to be the moral police?

I asked a few people what acts to they consider as fundamentally immoral. They mentioned murder, rape, adultery, child abuse. I further inquired why such acts were immoral. They answered that these acts are immoral because they clearly infringe on the rights of others. In other words, there is clearly a victim in such acts.

But what about prostitution? Who is the victim in prostitution?

Is it the client? I don’t think so. He paid for a service and he received a service.

Is it the PSP? I also don’t think so. Unless coerced in the world of flesh trade, she has willingly and voluntarily chosen that way of life.

I know some moral pundits will say that the PSP is the victim because she had no choice and that poverty had forced her into that life. In that case, shouldn’t it be poverty then that should be considered immoral?

There is the stereo-typical PSP, the one that was scammed into the seedy world of prostitution, brought to the metropolitan with promises of wealth and comfort, only to discover that the bed she will lie on is not one of roses. We see this stereo-typical PSP in movies, books, TV shows, and sensationalistic news articles.

I, on the other hand, have experienced the PSPs of massage parlors, KTVs, and escorts. The great majority of them have consciously chosen that way of life. Yes, they are not proud of it. Yes, it’s a hard path to take. But it doesn’t make it immoral.

So I want to know: If one person finds prostitution immoral, what exactly makes it immoral? Please tell me who is being affected, whose rights are being violated, who is being hurt or who is being deceived.