Originally Posted by
GeorgeJetson
Thought I'd drop in here for a squiz. Initial pricing is standard, opted for 30mins as a scouting exercise. Was definitely the better choice than the full hour as this developed into one of my more bizarre experiences along this sordid path.
Mostly boilers on offer, the one I got was 30+ but slim.
Rooms aren't fully enclosed with a gap over the wall into the next room, so sound, I can catch snippets of the conversation next door.
She comes in and tees up music on her phone fairly loudly, puts it in a stool near my head, probably to drown out next door. Proceeds with fairly standard warm up, although when she climbs up and sits between my legs, the bed's not wide enough, so I have to flex to keep the legs up there, hardly relaxing.
Do you want oil? Ok. I swear it smells like olive oil. Do you want to have jocks off.. Uhh ok.
Proceeds with averagish massage on the back. Does some very light TT and "I'll be back with some water", this is 15mins in. So, get a towel bath from the bucket and flip, straight into sign language. How much $50... I counter with 30. No, can't do that. She ponders.. $35? Ok then
I grab the wallet, pull out a pineapple and the reaction on her face was priceless.
I'll do it for $40? Ok then.
Half way thru, she whispers "you can touch me for $10, no change" yeah righto.
She's got a frickin body suit on... Well played.. She's also coat hanger with no form.
After, the same towel and bucket is used to clean up. Then she proceeds to start massaging my head, which was a bit cringe, but whatever.
WIR: only if I was shitfaced on a night out in town.