Massage with a happy ending

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Last year I went to Thailand and stayed in a suite in the high-end, Conrad hotel. Our amazing room had its own terrace with French doors opening out to the gorgeous Bangkok skyline. The hotel was filled with businessmen staying on the executive level floors and ordering in-room massages. It is the norm to get massages while in Bangkok. I wondered if the wives of these executive businessmen knew that their husbands were getting a massage with a “happy ending”.
Is a massage with a happy ending cheating? A massage is therapeutic; It stimulates the blood and kneads the muscles, and since our bodies are all connected to each of its isolated parts, the happy ending is just an extension of a total body massage, right? Is having a stranger pleasure you sexually, even in the most sterile way, still considered cheating if in a committed relationship?
I have always believed in fairness and equality between the sexes, so I pose the question to all those Bangkok husbands: Would you mind if your wife got a happy ending from “Sven”, the Swedish massage student? Or would that just be harmless, therapeutic stress release? I decided to do a little investigating to test out the subject and see if a girl could even get a happy ending in the massage world. San Francisco has a plethora of massage parlors in the Tenderloin district, and Craigslist.org is teeming with massage ads. So I began a journalistic inquiry into the happy ending massage to see if there was indeed a double standard.
I started my inquisition at a massage parlor on Taylor St. I read that this place offered $60.00 massages and a wink, wink offer for “more massage” for male visitors who want to pay more. I was curious to see if a woman visitor would get the same “wink, wink” offer, so I called up and asked. A woman with a heavy Chinese accent promptly hung up on me. Although I had no intention of actually getting a happy ending massage, I was just getting info for my story, part of me felt a little miffed by the rebuff and I engaged in a renewed determination to find a service where a girl could get a happy ending massage. I dialed a few more massage parlors and after getting denied, referred elsewhere, or hung up on, I decided to try my luck on Craigslist.org instead.
Now, this was a massage wonderland. Almost every kind of massage possible was advertised: Thai, Swedish, deep tissue, afternoon delight, four handed massage, hot oil, body psychotherapy, reflexology, man on man, prostate massage, in room massage, half price massage (the economy is affecting everyone) and many, many, happy Asian massages, but not one, “man on woman” happy massage.
Undeterred, I found a few male masseurs who offered in room massages. Many had websites linked to their Craig’s List ads so I browsed around to select the right guy. After all, if a girl were going to get a happy ending massage, she would want someone who was relatively attractive, right? I scanned the photos of handsome masseurs with their very professional websites and oh, my, I was dazzled. Well- oiled, gleaming muscled, tanned, G-string-wearing, massage therapists who touted their adept, caring hands, were willing to drop everything for in-room service. This is where a girl could get a happy ending massage, I was sure.
One guy, in particular really caught my eye. He was 25, from Brazil, long hair, dashingly handsome and a college student. I dialed his number.
“Uh… Hi. I am looking for a massage?” I asked gingerly.
“Yes”, he replied in his sexy Brazilian accent.
“I am looking for an in room massage,” I nervously continued. “I used to have a masseuse who came over to my house weekly but he left the country and I am looking to replace him. What do you charge?”
“Brazil” wanted to learn more about my needs before he could quote an exact price. I felt a tinge on excitement. I think I may have caught my happy ending fish.
“You see”, I explained, “my previous masseuse would give me a full body massage and would follow with a…you know, happy ending.” There was long silence.
“What do you mean?” Brazil asked.
“Well, I mean…Um…Pleasure me… sexually”. Longer silence while I bit my lip.
“Oh, no. I don’t do that,” Brazil explained. “But I can give you nice a face massage.”
A face massage?! Was he kidding? I don’t know how much Brazil has learned about women in his short 25 years of life, but a face massage is not a happy ending. I thanked him politely and we both, uncomfortably, hung up.
There really does appear to be a double standard when it comes to happy endings in the massage world. Apparently men can get a four handed, hot oil, happy ending, including a prostate massage, while a woman gets a facial. Of course, I didn’t really want to do it, but at least wanted to know if I could.
Men have erotic services peddled to them everywhere in San Francisco, and at the drop of a hat. Smiling girls, or boys, depending on their whim, will pleasure them for a price. For women however, it isn’t so easy. I thought San Francisco was a city of equality. I thought women and men shared the same rights, opportunities and options, apparently not in the ‘sex for sale’ business.
So, for all those wives of executive businessmen in Bangkok, I say, put your foot down. I don’t care how sterile and therapeutic the happy ending is, if the wife can’t end her day on a happy note from her, well-oiled, Brazilian, masseuse, then her husband shouldn’t either. After all, what is good for the goose is good for the gander.
For more information contact Melinda Maximova, matchmaker with Perfect Search melinda@theperfectsearch.com


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