Before I get into another tale of John Travolta trying to get a completely straight happy ending from a second male masseur, commenter kimmykimkim said the following on a The Crap We Missed two weeks before this story was but a glimmer in John Travolta’s penis waiting for another man to be tricked into getting it out:
So I know a girl who used to be a massage therapist at some fancy Dallas hotel. Can’t remember which one, but when John Travolta came through town (I’m guessing to use the private airport for landing or fucking men in the bathroom or whatever) he would go there for a massage and he always wanted a male to massage him. And none of them really wanted to do it, probably because he’s a giant weirdo.
Which brings us to Accuser #2 from Atlanta who weaves us a tawdry tale of sore glutes and a wanton need for anus tickling that would make even the worldliest of Thetans blush before causing post-partum depression with its space magic. RadarOnline reports:
According to the lawsuit, which was filed Tuesday morning in Federal Court in Los Angeles, the second victim alleges that while working at an unspecified resort in Atlanta, Georgia on January 28, 2012, he did an in-room massage on Travolta. According to the docs, Travolta was staying on the 15th floor of the upscale resort, and he was referred to as Mr. White. The Plaintiff doesn’t normally do in-room massages and asked a co-worker to take the assignment, but he declined because “Travolta has been banned from a spa that the coworker used to work at in Los Angeles.”
On the morning of the massage Travolta had “a strange demeanor, bloodshot eyes and climbed onto the already setup massage table…Travolta removed the entire sheet from his body, and he claimed the sheets were sticky and could not tolerate the heat…Travolta further indicated that he likes a lot of “Glutes” work meaning a massage on his buttocks…While he was massaging near Travolta’s buttocks area, Travolta would open his legs and spread his butt cheeks open and had a full erection and would maneuver in a way to try to force Doe Plaintiff No. 2 to touch his anus and around his anus.”
As the massage came to an end “Travolta suddenly turned on his stomach with his legs wide open with a full erection. He then tried to force Doe Plaintiff No. 2′s hand on Travolta’s scrotum. Then, Travolta started to grab, rub and caress Doe Plaintiff no. 2′s upper thighs and buttocks….Travolta still had an erection and wanted his abdominals done, but Travolta’s erection was in the way and he refused to have his penis covered by a sheet of a pillow case cover…Travolta started masturbating about 15 minutes left in the session, and Doe Plaintiff No.2, said he had to go,” the docs state.
You almost have to admire that in both situations, John Travolta has a Plan B in case Plan A goes south. Granted, that plan is to just go, “Eh, fuck it” and start jerking it in front of a complete stranger, it truly reflects a man who thanks to the power of Dianetics is equipped with the faculties to handle whatever life throws at him.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Travolta, but your son is dead.”