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“It’s an awkward situation,” she said. “We’re overwhelmed with bookings, but we can’t hold on to people. Half the time it’s because kids your age don’t seem to actually want to do the work and I need to ask them to leave, the other half of the time they quit because they can’t handle the expectations of some of our more ... vocal clients.”

“Well, I’m here to work,” I told her. She’d led me into the room that was going to be mine to use. “I did a three-year degree for this because it actually interests me. And I grew up around these kinds of people, so I at least like to think I can diffuse any situations that might come up.”

“Good,” she nodded. “Now, as I said, we’ve got an overwhelming number of bookings and now that word is getting out we’ve got a new male masseuse I’m sure we’ll be getting even more. So one last thing before I leave you to get set up.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Don’t fuck the clients,” she said, levelling her gaze at me from over the plush massage table between us.