Date: 12/31/2018
By Wickwoman
My massage room was near a bar. There was a female owner/bartender. Paul was there. I was at my massage room laying on the table. A man came in and said are you a massage therapist? And then started grabbing and smashing my boobs. At first, I couldn’t move. Then I started clawing his face and beating him. I drug him by his hair and into the bar and told what he did. The bartender seemed to understand my response as justified. Paul hugged and comforted me as I cried. A man walked by and Paul was talking to him. I was annoyed because I felt I deserved his full attention. Later I was at my massage room again seeing there was a couch and that my dog Trevor could come to work with me and sleep on the couch.