Reply With QuoteCould be a ML or WL story, private or professional. Your choice !
You dont have to mention names or shops, just the story will do. Up to you either way.
Could be a ML or WL story, private or professional. Your choice !
Recently visited a shop for the first time. An absolute hottie was looking after me. I only had $25 for extra n paid her upfront. Its dfk and access all areas. Later she said I should've given her at least $70, and that next time I should bring more money. She must have felt ripped off
Made the mistake of not asking price when i rang. got there and was slugged $200 for 1 hr (r&t). had seen good reviews on here so paid up. getting massage and thought it was very repetitive. turned around caught her watching the cricket on tv (three times) !! asked her if she did that with all clients - she asked if i had a problem with that - i said of course. she said i wasn't watching her (laying on my stomach), i said i was paying for her to give me attention not the other way round. all in all probly my worst one.
Originally Posted by brownwallaby
Ha Ha, I'm sure you went straight onto her shit list
well, she just texted me letting me know of her roster next week. Maybe she plans to get even .....
Ha Ha, I'm sure you went straight onto her shit list
Just remember to go to the ATM first, so you can balance the ledger.
My worst ripoff story goes like this ...
Mine was at Sunshy Massage. Got the soapy massage but no happy ending! The fat lady stroked my dick and left it there. When she stroked my dick, she was looking up at the ceiling. That was my 1st massage place in Brisbane since my return after a period of absence and I'm not returning there ever!
I was 20yrs old it was 1997 & like many young aussies & kiwis I was in London having a ball!. I had a job labouring carrying plasterboard to the tradesmen on each floor of a high rise, I worked hard, made sure none of the tradesmen had to do anything but there job, Thb tradesmen noticed this and gave me cash incentives. We finished the interior of the new finansual district building near Liverpool st station well ahead of time, as I walked out to clock off that day there was one of the suits waiting in the hall way, I new I was in for a few ££ and hadnt seen him for 6mths so I thought it might be big!. As I clocked out he patted me on the back "Good work ____ we had 3 guys doing your job when you arrived, you saved us alot of money" bang, slaps a wod of the queens best into my palm, about £3000!!! (back then thats about $7500AU) wow!! I thought thats about 5x what they normaly give me. Had to roll it all up and stick it im my pocket beause it wouldnt fit im my wallet.
Now back then 1997 mobiles were a rich mans thing & the internet was there but no where near as many people had it like now, so most my punting was done from magazines or the paper & being young I kept my massage parlor antics to myself as most young blokes do or did back then. Prior to getting the £3000 bonus I had read about this place Soho in the paper, it was a good spot to find massage parlors, so I read...
I walked out of work with the £3000 in my pocket & thought I could catch the tube back to Earls Court where I was living in a hostel or go straight to Soho for a massage, ummm yip Soho for a massage LOL. So I catch the tube to Picidilly Circus & ask directions to Soho & making my way there. As I get deeper into Soho I look around and the place looks really old, cobble stone roads & old dimly lit buildings, pretty much what London looked like 100s of years ago when they used to through shit out the windows(Probarly why my ancesters left). I keep walking and a few geezers & yardies walk past me, give me a look / size me up a little. At this point I start to think about the money in my pocket but , "im no push over" I say to myself & i wasnt back then id had a few amature boxing fights & also 3 - 4 years Karate trainning (got to brown belt) so I kept walking around... I come round a corner, jack pot! 3 or so massage parlors in one block, I pick the one to my liking & walk down the stairs to reception where I was met by this hot as blonde english ML, I book her for the hour for £30!! She walks me down the hall way and tells me to wait in this room while they change the towels on the table. Im sitting in this room & theres this menu for massage & price for FS, BJ, HJ, etc... Theres small print on the menu saying the least amount a booking will cost is £400!!! My guts just drop!! My arse puckers like a hamsters nose for a second or two, fuck, im going to get rolled !!!!! Then click the door opens in she walks, she had done thus scam 1000 times b4 I tried to bluff telling her I just remembered I had to go, them claimed I had not read the menu on the table. She turned a lil mean & asked me for my wallet, me noing there was nothing in there I gave it to her, nothing in there she got more pissed off she grabbed for my pocket, I moved back with a big FUCK OFFshe backed out of the room once my composure changed I ran for the gap only to be bloked by this big fat prick who grabbed me by the shirt, I new I was in terrable trouble at this point but from my previous fighting experiance I new not to let my fear travel south to my arse, instead I derected it north to my head and got really fuckn angry!!. The fat prick copped it all, a flurry of brutel full pwered punches that drove him against the wall followed by some hay maker elbows then I bit him on the cheek & kneed him as he went down, then his help arrived 3 guys took to me, I just couvered up as they layed into me again & again, every thing was in slow motion at this point and my short lived life at that point flashed passed me & I saw the fases of the people I loved. All I remember in the end was the fat prick hanging over me choking me out, I saw the dammage I had done to him & it gave me some sort of satisfaction as my lights went out... Then as quick as a blink I was on the cobble stone road out the front, my face felt like an over ripe watermelon & I had urinated myself. A got my self up, nothing seemed broken, not on my body, my nose was done (not the first time) and I couldnt see out of one eye. I made my way back to Picidilly Circus, a wonderful youd lady helped me to the police station where they put towels on my face and took me to the hospital where I told the police what had happened.Mysteriously the bobbys (london cops) showed up at the hostel with £1000 of my £3000.
Years later I was talking to a guy in a pub about it, he said it was a clip joint, clip joint meaning the clip of a punters wings so he cant fly anymore. Illegal prostitution had become a massive problem in london back in royal times, he said. He said thats how they control it if it gets to bad, they hit the punters with clip joints, open a few round town he reckons enough to slow the $$ down... I never saw theguy again but always remembered the story...
Still flying, Oilman.
Ohh, that must have hurt!
I think the loophole allowing them to operate in London has been closed now. See here
I've actually heard about these places from an old guy I used to work with I thought what he was saying was made up. I tell you mate I enjoyed reading your post and I'm really glad to see your ok and still flying thanks for sharing.
My body ached for weeks after & had to borrow money because I was afraid to leave the backpackers, booked a flight & returned to Oz. Glad to see there closed, never really new who was behind the clip joints, just things I heard.
Never had a problem since,I only punt in Australia & N.Z. Never been to Asia but been to all english speaking countrys & stayed well away when in the United States etc... Were lucky down this part of the world.
I did a trip into SOHO in 1995 in between a business meeting. It must have been mid-morning. Went downstairs into a joint and was shown the menu. I was the only customer. I was expecting to sit and have a $10 drink and watch some dancing. Instead the menu had the 100 pound and up drinks. The girl did a 2 minutes dance, then they asked me to leave.
Other rip offs have been my first *and last ) time in a Kings Cross strip club. paid $120 on credit card (plus 20% service fee) for a head job which lasted bout 2 minutes. I was young!
Yip, thats Soho, yet all the mags in U.K reconmend the place back then. Its only word of mouth that told the real truth about the place but also heard good storys as well. Perhaps it may of been fun if your into Russian Roulette or something lol.
Long small stairways & no visable exit turn on alarm bells. Also plases that are heavely fortified (lockup iron bars over front doors and window) sound alarm bells. The best sence is your gut, if its a gut feeling something aint right then listen to it as its a primal sence that we have been refining since the dawn of time.
I went to the Cross years ago, was on a surf trip with a mate. We got the $30 to get in but its really free from the big islander bouncers but it wasnt cornered alone in a room. We opted to not go in, im pretty sure they just thought " if they silly enough to pay that..."
Yep been in that situation too Oilman, back in 2005. The clips are still around.
Pretty much a similar story bar the ending, luckily my Ju Jitsu training came flooding back to my advantage.
Did not lose my money but could feel eyes on me where ever I walked after that, may have something to do with the cut above my eye oozing blood and the flap of skin in the breeze.
Good you got out of it as you did, so others have been much less fortunate after a tangle in a clip.
I should of just handed over the cash but it was all I had, this loin aint giving up his food
Yeah, I flew back to Oz with my tale between my legs but I garantee every time that clip joint heard an Australian accent at the top of the stairs things would of got a little "tense" LOL!!.
Welcome all with love & open arms
Treat all equal with respect
Um yip... im slighty mad
Never let the truth get in the way of a good yarn
Lucky? You don't know what you're missing in South East Asia?
Coming here, I feel like I'm getting ripped off, but I can't complain because I've made my decision to move here and settle down.
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