If you know anything about the life of a prop poker player, then you'll appreciate the following story from my latest poker trip to Tunica.

There I was, minding my own business in a $2-5 NL ring game, when a lovely young message therapist named Jenny approached our table. If you are anything like me, you'll pay top dollar to have these women work the kinks out of your neck, shoulders, and back while playing some mid-stakes poker. I find that the bad beats I take don't sting quite as bad if I have a young therapist massaging my back into putty.

Quick Aside: Have the therapists in the poker room ever reminded you of the card sharks in the same room? While the card sharks are roaming around the room, seeking fish with lots of chips and little poker discipline, the massage therapist sharks are seeking individuals who have sore backs, have drunk too much coffee, and whose bodies are wound tight from far too many hours of tough decision-making at the tables.

Needless to say, Jenny did a tremendous job and the $25 fee for 15 minutes of pleasure was well worth it. Of course, a good massage is like a can of Pringles (Once you pop, you can't stop), so less than an hour later, I had Jenny back behind me again doing her thing. It didn't seem to matter that I was stuck over a grand for my trip and had no business paying $25 for a 15 minute back rub, but when I get my mind set on a massage, there is no turning back. It's the 10% Scottish blood in me that craves these massages.

Over the next two days, I probably had 3-4 massages form the same girl since she was so talented, and then a great idea hit me like a ton of bricks: Instead of trying to grind out money as a poker player, I should become a professional proposition mas-seu-see.

The idea is simple—Much like a proposition poker player would work with a Card Room to start and keep their games going, I would work with the massage therapists undercover to generate business for them and then receive some kick back (a free massage!!) when they got the business.

I put the idea to work instantly. Since I had already dropped $150 on Jenny's services, she had agreed to give me 15 minutes free since I had become a VIP customer of hers over my 4 days in Tunica. She gave me my "freebee" at the 2-5 table, and I ranted and raved the whole time about how good she was. Just as I had predicted, the rest of the table took notice to the pleasure I was receiving and wanted a massage from Jenny too.

Jimmy, the chip leader at our table, got the next massage, and since he was doing so well, he made it a double. By the time it was all said and done, Jenny the masseuse had lifted $150 from the table. As she was leaving, she gave me a wink and a smile, knowing that she owed a portion of her profits to me, the prop mas-seu-see.

This has been another tale from the road, brought to you by Aaron Kaelin