Cursed Rockdale experience

Found myself in Rockdale on a Sunday and in the ongoing pursuit of sampling each and every house of ill-repute in Sydney, trod up the stairs to Jun Massage. I had already checked the roster and thought I'd drop in unannounced and talk to the mamasan about the girls available, a couple of favourable reviews foremost in my mind. Two old boilers with bad breath on reception and surprise, surprise not a single girl on Wechat roster actually in the shop. When it gets to the stage that you can't trust the roster at all, I'm sorry but it's red card avoid territory. There's too many quality places that you know a good experience will be had to take the leap of faith to suburban unknowns.

Next up, a non-descript massage joint near Forever 19 and similar experience seeing what was on offer. At this stage I'm thinking, shouldn't Rockdale be a veritable cornucopia of massage bliss? Spent a good while walking up and back the main road in a futile reconnaissance mission.

So the get out jail free card was to be Relaxing Touch Massage above the Speedway Petrol Station, a place I've visited once before and liked the wide tables and room ambience. Only one girl Sofia available but although older she looked like a tidy package. Paid for an hour massage $130 and into the room she's quite chatty and delivered her therapeutic ministrations with relative gusto. When it gets to the flip she says something along the lines of 'now it's time for the handjob' and I'm like err, would be nice if you were naked to which she responds 'Oh no, I don't do that. I don't take my clothes off' . . . which is a surprise to me as the previous visit FS was offered before the door had even shut to the room. Henceforth commenced a 'discussion'. I tried to keep it light because when it's tense the mood just dies. Also explained that I wasn't happy expecting her to do something she was uncomfortable with but for that price there's a reasonable expectation it's included in the price of entry. So after getting up to get my clothes and leave she's all 'I don't want to see you unhappy' and then commences to undress and give a passable HJ while I cough, cough gently encourage her to remove her panties whilst trying to explain the biological masculine perspective and how we are 'visual' creatures. So it ends with her grinding on my leg and getting me over the line. The irony is she had a damn sexy body for her age. On leaving it's all smiles with her behind reception with a ladyboy that looked like a Front Row Forward, although tellingly, there was no 'see you next time'. I have no idea why anyone would be a repeat customer, her massage was relatively average anyway and the day I ask for a clothed handjob is if I lose both hands in a car accident and can't do it myself.

So I haven't just crossed a few venues off the list, it's the whole fucking suburb. Never again.

Damn you had to work hard. Silver lining deffs is the intel you gained on this area.

That’s punting. Always a next time.

I feel for you Bro asheton but any intel is good intel, and thanks for sharing...

I always found that location right behind a servo to be way too public. Rockdale in general always disappointed me as well.

375 rockdale near bunnings was ok the one time I went there...happy tidy Chinese milfs ....good service....bbj and cfs 90/30

Enjoyed your AR, bit more than a passing interest... Would pass through Rockdale several times a month on the train, and every time, I'd notice, adjacent to the station, an upstairs massage shop. No name, just a phone number, along with an illuminated Open sign, along with aluminum sheet covered windows. Maybe I'm too much of a cynic, but upstairs, no name, aluminum covered windows... seems to spell non-legit, at least in MY vocabulary. Thanks to Google street view, it's above a shoe repair shop, Level 1, Unit 14, 1 Greeves Ave.

Every time, I'd consider getting off the train and taking a short detour to see for myself. But given I was either on my way to greener pastures, or having been satiated by said pastures, never did. It was that slight itch that appeared every time I saw the shop, but not persistent enough to leave a mark in memory, at least until the next passing, only to be forgotten again as the train pulled away.

So perhaps, given your experience, it was a case of move along, nothing to see here... Still, you fantasize about finding that hidden gem, the gold nugget buried in the clutter, "the thrill of victory over the agony of defeat". (And given it's a SHORT walk from the station, my feet wouldn't be hurting all that much). Well, there's always someday.

Nice AR in the reading if not in the actual experience.

"the thrill of victory over the agony of defeat"

Sums it up perfectly mate, like Eisenhower storming the beaches of Normandy I was determined to blow my load.

At one stage glanced up at 485 and in the dusty recesses of my memory struggled to remember a good or bad experience at the joint. Looking online, $130/30minsFS looks to be pretty good value. C'est la vie.

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Originally Posted by asheton

"the thrill of victory over the agony of defeat"

Sums it up perfectly mate, like Eisenhower storming the beaches of Normandy I was determined to blow my load.

At one stage glanced up at 485 and in the dusty recesses of my memory struggled to remember a good or bad experience at the joint. Looking online, $130/30minsFS looks to be pretty good value. C'est la vie.

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Admire a member who's willing to jump in the trenches and serve, rather than just running away with his tail (or something) between his legs. And then more time expended writing intel after the battle... SALUTE.

I have a story about that shop with the aluminium foil bro 11Bravo, sit back and relax whilst I take you on a journey.

It was a cold winters day in Sydney, Sunday. I was passing through Rockdale with the aim to go to the shop on the railway line up the stairs which has peaked my interest many times passing. Off the train and down the dark arcade and up the stairs. Rang the door bell and was greeted by a fairly plain looking but also passable Chinese MILF. The clothes she was wearing were quite plain (think a nice top and jeans), and after trying to get her to do my massage she insisted on another girl. The girl walked in and lo and behold, a 150kg ML stood before me. I am not a medical professional, so cannot conclude whether she was obese.

Anyway it was $120 for 30 mins FS, she strips off straight away, no pretense of a massage. Out of her short flora dress bulges a massive belly swinging around the cramped room. The size of the room is about as big as the massage table and has curtain doors and walls which do not go all the way to the ceiling. So anyone in another room or the reception can clearly hear what is going on and vice versa. Anyway, the girl who looks in her late 30s from her face (although its hard to tell sometimes) has a big belly, big bones and big boobies (the only saving grace of this experience). Her knockers were big, natural and a little veiny. I grabbed them with both my hands, put my head between them and sucked them. She then proceeded to put on a condom on my still semi soft Cock and suck it CBJ.

Whilst this was ok, you really had to close you eyes a little. If it was a BBBJ and I had my eyes shut, it would have been in the upper quintile of blowjobs I have had in this universe. Anyway before too long it was time to fuck. This was done in missionary and doggy (two of the only practical positions at this stage) until I came in the condom. Time for clean-up, I paid my money and left. Did I mention you there was also a body odour type smell - it could have been me, could have been the ML or it could have been the people next door. Anyway that was slightly off-putting.

Saying goodbye to the mamasan, I wouldn't mind her next time, given what I had just experienced. I will take a break from this shop for a while, but maybe I will revisit one day in the future to see what's on offer.

The Maestro.

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I have a story about that shop with the aluminium foil bro 11Bravo, sit back and relax whilst I take you on a journey.
The Maestro.

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Brilliant, a well done deed with a well told story... a handle deserved.

I could picture myself exiting the train, exiting the station, crossing the street (no hand-holding required - small joke between a B'd member and myself), through the dark passage, up the stairs, ringing the bell (and off to grandmother's house we go, though it seems not QUITE grandma's, still...). As you wait for the door to be answered, the anticipation surging through you... Only slightly dampened by the door's answer, to be crushed in the room itself... (And yes, tis a rare occurrence in finding one who can deliver a CBJ with that BBBJ feel, rare, but not unknown...)

Reminded me of my first Sydney punt, out at 24 Station St. Only there, the twist was that the service WAS delivered by the receptionist, contrary to MY hopes of her initial disappearance being to call a lineup...
http://www.aus99forum.com/showthread...=1#post2624542

Again, quite entertaining. Perhaps someday (a dark and stormy night, the primary and secondary targets obscured by clouds), the allure intriguing enough to step off the train and see if the situation has changed. But for now, asked and answered. Well done.