When a massage becomes a horror experience

• 2015

What you pay twice for the next massage

She is very pregnant and wants to treat herself to a break. What is better than a massage? The turns out to be a traumatic experience.

Pregnant women do not have it easy. Because in addition to the joy of the mother's happiness brings a pregnancy, a variety of inconvenience with you, which you willingly accepted, but also can be quite exhausting. That's what Pamela Ribon does. She is very pregnant and wants to treat herself to a break. What is better for that than an extensive massage? The turns out to be a traumatic horror experience, of which she reports on scarymommy.com.

After her housekeeper had already discreetly told her to do something for herself with the words "Your baby steals all your beauty", Pamela finally went to the council. Within a week she had to fight with a cold, the euthanasia of her beloved cat and the news, now also suffering from gestational diabetes. Pamela had more than needed relaxation.

Waiting for a massage half naked in a bathrobe between countless other guests, then enjoying it as a work-in-progress with the sounds of groaning other patients in the background in an unseparated space may not be the best definition for relaxation - but better than nothing!

Pamela also thinks that way, as she heaves herself agonely onto the massage bench to finally find peace and lie down under a wet blanket. Why is she wet? Did she forget to dry herself after a shower? The shower is already 15 minutes behind, so that can not be the reason. Wherever the wet film may be on her rump - no matter, Pamela is finally here to relax. She wipes dry and puts in a kind of gel. That could be an explanation, surely she had just put herself in the massage room in the dark room! That will be it, Pamela thinks calmly and smells her fingers. Neither the scent of soap nor of essential oils permeates her nose. Pamela smells sperm. The gel-like mass clearly smells of semen.

What happens at such a moment in his head, when you realize that you are in a dark room full of foreign sperm and as a pregnant woman for each movement takes about three times as long as any other person? Pamela's thoughts can be divided into three steps.

Lack of understanding: "No, that just simply can not happen."

Realization: "It happened. Do not try to freak out, but you're surrounded by unknown sperm. "

Displacement: "No, no. That can not be. No, maybe we should just sit back and fall asleep. Maybe we'll sleep and that's just a dream! "

Unfortunately, Pamela does not get any further, because at that moment her inner monologue is interrupted by the masseur, who looks at his heavily pregnant client, sitting naked on her knees, with huge breasts and an even bigger belly. But even surrounded by glibberigem semen Pamela remains polite. "Em, there's something on the bed here and I ... it's not ... well, I think it's ... of a man. Do not smell it. "

How can she still be nice in such a moment? Pamela can not explain that to herself. Maybe she was too busy to cover herself with the blanket to realize that this and now her whole body is completely smeared with sperm. Wonderful! Can it get worse? Pamela proves: Yes, it can.

Because as she makes herself naked on the way to the laundry room, she comes to a thought. "Wait, what if your amniotic sac has burst? If that's all? Or you just left a wet spot? Or that's just another amazing part of the pregnancy? "

And as she tries to verify this assumption, already another thought flies through the head: " STOP! DO NOT touch you. YOUR MAN IS NOT IN THE CITY AND WHILE YOU CAN NOT JUST BE EVER ONE PREGNANT YOU REALLY WANT TO PLUG THE FINGER IN YOU WITH THE THOUGHT OF WHAT YOU JUST HAS BEEN ATTACHED? "

So she goes, outwardly still completely calm. Wash hands, look for a girlfriend, notify the boss, get a new massage. But even before she can relax on this time clean towel, comes the next worry:

"Okay, I can not get pregnant, but can I get syphilis? Hepatitis? " And just then, Pamela remembers a fact that makes her situation even more terrifying than she already is. She has diabetes. She has tested blood. At exactly the finger with which she has caught in the sperm. What if she has AIDS now? Without any body contact? She would be a miracle.

And with all these thoughts, after she has rolled into strange sperm and received an unpleasant compensation massage, Pamela remains outwardly still one thing: completely calm. She turns to the receptionist, she writes her statement, reads the description of the employee ( "male customer ejaculated before pregnant woman everywhere and she has it on her whole body.") And takes a deep breath. She calls her doctor. Harvest laugh. Informs that diseases would not be visible in a few months anyway. She calls her friend. Harvest laugh.

Pamela stays calm. All she wanted that day was relaxation. But what Pamela really took away from the massage was a life lesson: " Life is disgusting. Always have a flashlight with you."

Before the next massage becomes a horror experience, you should take a good look at the lounger!