Creepy Massage Story #2

So, as many of you know, Hubby is a massage therapist too.

One day, a phone call--"Hi, um, I'm new to town and got your name out of the phone book--is this 'The Ballard Rub'?"
"Well," says Hubby, "That was my wife's business--she has moved to North Seattle where we both practice now."
"Oh."
"If this is a problem I can refer you to some massage therapy places in Ballard?"
"No....that's fine. I'll come to you there."

Dialogue at this point, not so strange. Pretty typical actually. Just...we are trained to screen people with intuition intact--very necessary for this line of work.

A niggling glimmer of creepiness; Hubby was a little intuitively tweaked, but willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.

"So," Hubby asked, "You would like to schedule a massage with my wife?"
"You both do it?"
"Yes."
"Oh, do I get you both?"
"No."

Intuition tweaking stepping up a notch, Hubby decided to, er, probe.

"What are you needing massage for?"
"Um...I have some stiffness..."
"Oh, really? Where?"
"Um...in the front..."

Lordy.

Hubby, helpful and ever ready to educate,"Well, we don't do that kind of massage. This a medical massage facility."
"Oh. Where can I find that kind of massage?"
"I really have no idea. But, I guess you could try down by the airport."

Did I mention Hubby was helpful?

"Thanks. And, can I ask you a question?" Creepy guy sounds too familiar at this point.
"Mm hmm."
"How big is your cock?"

Click.