The masseur didn't go nuts, but it was an odd session (and stupid of me to keep the appointment).
A traveling masseur was in town for a second time a few months after I scheduled him on his initial visit. The first session was OK (other than being in a sketchy hotel), so I scheduled another one.
The second hotel was even sketchier and was along I-35, not terribly far from Love Field. I arrived early, parked near his room (the doors opened to the outside), and for some reason decided to back my SUV into the parking space. While I waited for our appointment time to get closer, I saw his door open and 2 strange guys walk out, followed by the masseur. They spoke briefly, then the 2 guys walked down the row of rooms and farther away from the hotel.
By this time, our appointment time was close, so I -- like an idiot -- walked to his room, which was a mess. I casually asked the masseur about the 2 guys; he said they were sharing a room and wouldn't be around. The masseur appeared to be drunk or high, and he used regular lotion during the massage -- which only lasted about 30 minutes. When he provided an HE and asked if I needed anything else, I said "No thanks," got dressed, paid him, and got the hell out of there. Never again.