Behind Closed Doors: The Masseuse

In the 1980's I worked as an office 'temp'. A chance meeting was to change my life. Swapping typewriter, notepad and pencil to oil, talc and tissue bags. I became a masseuse (posh huh?) working in a massage parlour. Life BEHIND CLOSED DOORS was more than you could imagine! My encounters: Conflict with owners, bitchy women who try to sabotage me, kinky requests from punters, and a vicious, violent pimp - Dakota.