Pressure Points

So far, I have had two blind massages.  The first place was kind of sketchy, and there was only one woman there.  When I asked for a massage, she called up a man (I assume her boss) and handed the phone to me.  He spoke English, and we settled on for $5.00 for 1 hour.  Since everyone removes their shoes when entering a building, I did that.  She touched her feet to mine to make sure I had followed the custom.  The place was deserted, and that was good because soon I was lying on a mat in my underwear.  She began with my butt.  Kind of a odd place to start, but whatever.  She pulled my panties up into my butt crack in order to get at the deep tissue.  (Or at least that is what I am telling myself.)  Then, she crawled up on the table, straddled me, and massaged my back.  Things started getting weird when another customer showed up.  I opened my eyes to find a Cambodian man staring at my boobs.  I looked at him and shook my index finger back and forth until he turned over onto his side.  When the massage was over, the blind woman called the man again and handed me the phone.  This time he told me the massage was $7.00.  I raised my voice and objected.  He immediately backed down.  All in all, it was a good massage. 

I found Seeing Hands blind massage today.  I have fond memories of my experience with this company in Nicaragua.  I had a female masseuse, and this massage was unlike any I have ever experienced.  The first thing she did was give me a series of noogies on my head.  Then, she proceeded to grind her thumb up and down my back over and over.  She did the same thing with my arms.  I have the bruises to prove it.  I wondered what the hell was going on.  This was worse than a Thai massage.  Nothing about it felt good.  The torture continued on my legs and feet.  She ended the session with a flurry of Karate chops over the length of my body and some slaps on my back.  When I left I noticed the sign outside said they practice Anma and Shiatsu massage techniques from Japan.