Time to reflect on one's priorities
The experience outlined below is now a few months behind me. I'm aware she's still there part time none the less. I'm aware also that the place is still symptomatic of what's outlined.
The place is just a filthy hovel. It's far too obvious not to notice once ejaculation has occurred and is no longer the priority. The bathroom upon close inspection is disgusting, they reuse towels with out washing. The cloth for the wipe down as expressed by the staff member is reused all day. I do not work regular hours so have been there at a range of times and the shower always bone dry, indicating to me the staff are not in the habit of cleaning themselves after an event. Just think about that for a few minutes. No, I mean really consider that.
On first visit after the clean up whilst I was dressing she was rubbing the cloth in the water bucket as if to be half heartedly hand washing it. I asked what she was doing? She looked at me she stopped looked down again and laughed. I said you're not surely? She said nobody cares and it saves us washing and folding. I asked when it gets machine washed? She giggles and says maybe at close time. I told her I cared. Never got a cloth wipe down after that.
There are faecal stains on the towels under the cloth table covers in both rooms. It's horrifying when you start taking notice and start to think of the potential health risks. The staff member seemed indifferent to tearing down whilst in my presence exposing such distasteful sights. I guess that speaks much for her own hygeine and the lack of care for others, I mean all of us.
The very, very worst part of this location is one of the staff. Yes her. Absolutely and positively with out any doubt has a health condition. After moving in to this inner North Side area I went on six occasions and after developing symptoms in two places decided to visit the Doctor. Ironically not nine doors up. A church a little further on in the same westerly direction at approximately the same distance.
Perhaps she was always available when I arrived as others may be aware and avoid her? Perhaps smarter people than myself understood its a hovel and stayed away? She went from cold and stand offish then coy on my first visits then turned to playful but after the breakin period visit five all was on offer. Not that it was discussed. Very, very stupidly I engaged not once but twice. Of course after the first interlude I was told that she had never done it before at the shop! Think carefully prior to allowing ejaculation to be the priority.
I'd suggest if she isn't giving you much or any Y time she's in outbreak or is mindful of the condition and its potential impact on you and maybe how you might respond if infected? Sadly she never paid me that respect. She comes across as in control and kept her distance early on and can fake convincingly leaving you to think she experienced pleasure.
Please remember, even if she's displaying no visible symptoms it remains transmissible. The lighting is particularly dim and behaves in a particular way over the draped windows at this house for a reason it seems. Please take care and be mindful next time you make a bad decission and visit.
Yes, throw away account. Yes, I've provided identifying information but I can't be identified as I walk in and didn't give my true name to her. I'll never go back and can honestly say I'll never visit a shop again, how could I now? Am I angry? Yes, I'm livid. Will I name her privately? No, there is no point, or is there? If you know the shop you know the shop and don't need to ask anything else.
If you don't know the shop from the descriptors consider this a shot across the bow, you're atleast safe from the despicable person described but do remember even when ejaculation seems the priority disaster can happen any time any place to any person exposed to transmissible conditions.
Ejaculation should never have been my priority.