LAST EDITED ON 10-Feb-10 AT 00:50 AM (PST)
Yes, kind of. Deep in San Jose, would have been about 1998. This was way out in the sticks of west San Jose, on what I remember to be a main street that kept getting thinner and thinner until it was almost a dirt road. That's because I'd passed the house; it was closer to civilization, but not that much closer.The house was a relatively new condo in a small development, maybe a half-dozen condos.
I'd signed up for the daughter, it was kind of a B/S situation. The mom answered the door and of course she looked 25 years older than the picture. She immediately distracted me by pointing to some kind of tantric sculpture in the doorway, and asked "are you interested in a sensual experience like this?" or some such crap. Anyway, I'd driven all the way out there, taking a long lunch break (I was working in Santa Clara at the time), so I said, sure, fuck it, let's do this.
So the mom told the story that the daughter was unavailable, which is why I got her instead. Turned out the daughter was definitely there, and walked in. I asked her to stay, and she did, and watched as the mom did me up. She wanted to leave but I insisted she stay. The massage was alright, not great. The daughter was easy on the eyes, and I remember the whole experience of kind of making her stay, with her watching her mom get me off to be surprisingly hot, and not as weird as it would have seemed if I'd actually THOUGHT about it. She was kind of uncomfortable and aroused and curious all at the same time. I don't remember if the daughter joined in the fun or not; I don't think so, I think she just watched.
Oh and DEFINITELY white trash. The daughter had tattoos and such, and a generaly white trash kind of vibe to her, though the mom was more of a hippie/yoga/bellydancer/airy-fairy type.
Very odd experience. When I left, I remember feeling kind of dirty, like their whole scene was way too complicated, and also kind of ripped off, and I was glad to get the fuck out of there.
Obviously, I never went back. I remember driving back to my office, top down, nice sunny summer day in SJ, and thinking, "why did I just spend my money on that?".