What could be better? What can match the desire for a private, exotic massage in the comfort of my own Pattaya hotel room? What surpasses the rubdown in my secure, air-conditioned space where all my personal belongings are available-within stretching distance?
However, there is an issue, a small issue regarding a massage in my hotel room I’ve thought about time and again. That is, what do my oiled and soiled sheets say about my nighttime activities? Do the hotel maids at the Marriot Hotel gossip about what they might find the next morning? Is management advised of my lazy love for massages in my room?
The answer: Nobody, not a single, solitary person gives a hoot what I do in my hotel room.
Joy, my personal favorite massage girl from My Girl Massage actually prefers to visit me rather than me coming to her shop. When I call and request her service she gathers her prepared basket of oils and powders, hops on her motorbike and knocks on my door within minutes of my calling.
“Joy,” I asked, “why do you like outcall massages so much. Isn’t it troublesome, maybe a little more difficult for you.” Joy, gave me the perfect answer, “You more relax in hotel, I make you a happy man easy.”
It’s quite true, with a lovely massage girl in my room, I am more at ease. I laugh easier, joke more and generally feel more in charge of my one-hour destiny. Joy understood how to get me to focus on her and the pleasures she brought…even if all the Kardashian sisters were in the same room.