life in a massage parlour is it really money for nothing'? bend over, lie down, hold onto the radiator, come in the shower, get on the coffee table, dance in the jacuzzi, dress up, get me a beer, strip to the music, play with yourself, massage me all over, talk dirty, tell me your fantasies, and come to daddy! who says being a professional is easy? i believe i can safely dispel any theories that a whore only has to lay down and think of britain when entertaining clients. should there be any females out there who believe that men do not care for playing sex games, then read on. women commit their lives to men in a dramatic display called marriage and/or commitment. from there on, their futures are uncertain. it is natural for men to experience sexual arousal; they feel it is their right to have their needs met. if they cannot get their needs, desires, or fantasies satisfied at home, then it doesn't take a genius to figure out they will probably go looking for it elsewhere. one-night stands and affairs may be a tad risky, but a quick clinical, therapeutic half-hour in a massage parlour is uncomplicated and does the job. women who work in massage parlours can't afford to have bad moods. they are not allowed to have days when they can't be asked to put a bit of effort into showing a man a good time. they are there to do a specific job, and that is exactly what they do, regardless of anything else. how many female partners would take kindly to their men interrupting their ironing schedule, demanding that they have their nipples bitten and their anal area teased with an ice cube! ladies . . . be glad . . . be oh so glad that there are places your boys can go to play and get on with the ironing!