"I saved up for months to go to a high-end spa. I'd been looking forward to it for soooo long.

The lady was working on my legs and I was so relaxed, then suddenly I realized I had to fart. But since she was rubbing my hamstring I couldn't suddenly squeeze my cheeks without her noticing, so I tried to casually adjust myself to hold it in. But that had the opposite effect.

This wasn't just any little fart. This was a vibrate-the-cheeks FRRRRRRRRRP! What do you at that point? I was so panicked and embarrassed I froze in horror, then eventually so much time passed it was even more awkward to say something like, 'Sorry I farted on your hand 10 minutes ago.' She didn't say or do anything, but I could not enjoy the rest of the massage." — Flanigan5150 via Baby Center

"The treatment started as normal, but then [my massage therapist] started talking -- and wouldn't stop. I learned about her marriage breaking up, her new boyfriend, why she moved to the area, her history of abuse ... I tried gently telling her ... I wanted to relax and would appreciate a peaceful environment. She would quiet down for a little while, but then would pipe up again and start chattering about something else." — Carly via Successful Massage Therapist

"My first time with a male masseuse: I'm laying on the table, finally ready to relax. Little did I know the sound of his hyperactive bowels would prevent any such thing. I couldn't decipher if the masseuse was starving or had to go number two — but for 45 minutes, all I heard was this man's stomach juices communicating with the outside world. I haven't had a male masseuse since." — Sheyda

"The masseuse began ... to rub my legs progressively harder, working her way further upwards with each stroke. And then it happened. Faster than the time it would take for me to yell 'sexual assault,' she slid her hand all the way up my leg and, um, poked me. Yes, she popped her greased-up fingernail into my vagina.

What do you do in a situation like that? My eyes widened in horror, and my mind instantly filled with a million thoughts. Did that really just happen? Could I have imagined it? No, it definitely happened. Was it deliberate? Maybe it was just an accident? What if she does it again? What do I do? Maybe I should say something. Or is it part of the massage? I don't want to offend her.

I clamped my eyes shut and desperately prayed for the whole ordeal to come to an end — fortunately, it did with no further incidents." — Lauren, via Never Ending Footsteps

"I was [getting] a massage by [a guy named] 'Sam,' when I realized that at times he was only using one hand to massage. Then I would hear what sounded like his flip phone closing. Yep, I was right, he was text messaging someone while giving me a massage!" — Gretchen via Successful Massage Therapist