We take a little break from the questions, and Yanik asks Maya, his favorite masseuse, to give us a tour of the parlor. The salon is quite small and contains only three massage rooms. In each room, there’s a massage bed in the centre, a few generic mass-produced pieces of wall art, and a towel storage console – the type of stuff you’d find in any normal spa. The shower inside the room and the funky neon lighting, however, give away that this isn’t your standard spa.
As we explore the massage parlor facilities, taking photos on our smartphones as we go, Maya describes how the girls become experts of seduction. She elaborates: “It’s all about the first impression, here we have to create a fascinating experience for the client. He’s the king and he’s treated as such.”
The girls put a lot of emphasis on their looks: they wear expensive perfumes, under their robes, they wear sexy lingerie (or sometimes nothing at all), and of course, high heels are key. Erotic music, scented candles and hot oil give the encounter a sensual touch. “That’s why clients always come back, we become secret lovers caught in ephemeral passion.”
Maya concludes, “a lot of people ask me how a typical day for me is. I always respond that there is not a typical day in this profession. Every day is different. Even if you have been with the same client 100 times, it’s never the same. You never know what to expect from him and he never knows what to expect from you. It’s not like a traditional relationship – it has that touch of impossible and forbidden, which makes it deliciously unexpected. That’s why I love my job and even if it has left me some painful scars, I’m somehow madly in love with it.”
Maria and I are so intrigued by the roll of her words, but alas, our time is up and we have to head back to real work. We set up a later date with Maya, to hear more about her riveting life and work as a masseuse, webcam girl, dominatrix, escort, and sex work advocate.
As we kiss Maya goodbye, Yanik catches up to us “Hey girls, you’re leaving already? I thought you were going to get a massage, you know, to get the whole experience.” He winks.
Maria and I blush and giggle, “We’re good! Maybe some other time!” We joke.
As soon as we step out, we look at each other, and burst in unison: “Definitely some other time!”
Stay tuned for our upcoming story on Maya.
This visit took place at La Montréalaise, erotic massage parlor situated at 2748 Hochelaga street, Montreal (Qc), Canada.