waynekerr
26-07-2014, 08:07 PM
Further to my earlier post “I love to go a-wandering....” (http://forum.aus99.com/showthread.php?43415-I-love-to-go-a-wandering&highlight=a-wandering)
It was day one of my escapade and I found myself ringing the doorbell of Wolli Creek Massage but
there was no answer, a sign at the front said 'open' and when I called the phone number, again no
answer. This is mysterious but I found out later they give their clients an uninterrupted service.
When both girls are working they don't answer and I was calling cold. I usually do this I guess it's a
habit.
So on to the nearby Arncliffe Street Massage shop opposite Woolworths, not the first one as it's
legit, but the one at the end of the complex, Shop 18. Definitely an RnT and I spoke to the boss /
owner lady. Oh boy is she a sourpuss, the scowl I got when I asked about my + + + preference had
me heading for the door. One of the MLs in the background was cute. I could have just paid the
entrance fee and sweet talked the girl in the room in hope, but that's not how I operate.
Now I have read about the shop in Beverly Hills on this forum and I decided to see what the fuss
was about. Off to 137 Morgan Street goes I. It is an older run down brick house with the front yard
full of cars and the entrance is down the side and through the back door. The doorbell was
answered promptly and upon entering I could see the 'management' in the kitchen to my left. The
place had an opium den aura about it (whatever that is) and I wasn't feeling too comfortable but I
have had some great times in shitholes before so I followed the girl into one of the rooms. As I
guessed my + + + massage was freely available (not free, you know what I mean). The place was
busy, a lot of old ie. even older than me, guys were coming and going most likely blowing their
pensions.
The girl didn't appeal to me, she was not unattractive but had a certain bogan style about her and I
thought I could do a lot better so I told her this was my first visit (true) and I was just checking the
place out, I didn't have a lot of spare time (not true) and I would return in a couple of days. “Oh I
won't be working then” she exclaimed. “Good” I thought and “I'll come back when you are on” I lied.
Ok, this was shaping up to be another one of those waynekerr days when things don't go to plan, but
I press on. I think I have told you before that I am a tenacious prick and today it paid off.
My next port of call was Lily Body and Foot, Marrickville. I mentioned this place in one of my
odyssey reports and even though I wasn't too successful on that occasion I had a good vibe about it.
I have been there since and had some great times btw.
Today I met a lovely young masseuse called Alice for the first time. She was dynamite and most
willing to please, we got on wonderfully and ~~~~ I think I will continue in the Private Section.
See you there soon.
Regards,
WayneK.
It was day one of my escapade and I found myself ringing the doorbell of Wolli Creek Massage but
there was no answer, a sign at the front said 'open' and when I called the phone number, again no
answer. This is mysterious but I found out later they give their clients an uninterrupted service.
When both girls are working they don't answer and I was calling cold. I usually do this I guess it's a
habit.
So on to the nearby Arncliffe Street Massage shop opposite Woolworths, not the first one as it's
legit, but the one at the end of the complex, Shop 18. Definitely an RnT and I spoke to the boss /
owner lady. Oh boy is she a sourpuss, the scowl I got when I asked about my + + + preference had
me heading for the door. One of the MLs in the background was cute. I could have just paid the
entrance fee and sweet talked the girl in the room in hope, but that's not how I operate.
Now I have read about the shop in Beverly Hills on this forum and I decided to see what the fuss
was about. Off to 137 Morgan Street goes I. It is an older run down brick house with the front yard
full of cars and the entrance is down the side and through the back door. The doorbell was
answered promptly and upon entering I could see the 'management' in the kitchen to my left. The
place had an opium den aura about it (whatever that is) and I wasn't feeling too comfortable but I
have had some great times in shitholes before so I followed the girl into one of the rooms. As I
guessed my + + + massage was freely available (not free, you know what I mean). The place was
busy, a lot of old ie. even older than me, guys were coming and going most likely blowing their
pensions.
The girl didn't appeal to me, she was not unattractive but had a certain bogan style about her and I
thought I could do a lot better so I told her this was my first visit (true) and I was just checking the
place out, I didn't have a lot of spare time (not true) and I would return in a couple of days. “Oh I
won't be working then” she exclaimed. “Good” I thought and “I'll come back when you are on” I lied.
Ok, this was shaping up to be another one of those waynekerr days when things don't go to plan, but
I press on. I think I have told you before that I am a tenacious prick and today it paid off.
My next port of call was Lily Body and Foot, Marrickville. I mentioned this place in one of my
odyssey reports and even though I wasn't too successful on that occasion I had a good vibe about it.
I have been there since and had some great times btw.
Today I met a lovely young masseuse called Alice for the first time. She was dynamite and most
willing to please, we got on wonderfully and ~~~~ I think I will continue in the Private Section.
See you there soon.
Regards,
WayneK.