It used to be in years gone by that pubs were a great place to mis-spend your youth. You'd head in there for a beer and pretty soon the barmaid would be flirting with you and you'd be talking with some bloke you'd never met who would soon become your best mate for the night. As the night wore on and the beer flowed, the barmaid would become ever more attractive, and if you were a younger bloke you'd fancy that you were in with a chance. At the end of the night you left with empty pockets and a smile on your face, ready if not quite willing to return to the daily grind the following day in hopes of having a bit of fun again the next week.
Pubs aren't quite the same any more. I blame poker machines, and iphones. If you go in the place and order more than 2 beers in an hour you're likely to get booted out, and good luck getting so much as a smile out of the barmaid if you can get her attention away from her phone long enough to order said beer. The vibe is very much 'empty your pockets in the poker machine and get out as quick as you can thanks'
Punting can be a bit like that too. When 252B came under new management the reviews were very much glowing, so much so that I took the extraordinarily brash move of deciding to just turn up and take a lucky dip one day not long after they opened. I wouldn't dare make such a bold move at most shops, but if what were written was true, I'd be happy to take any of the 4 score of 19 year old stunning upcoming pornstar virgins who had recently descended from the ninth level of heaven on a gourd suspended by a silver thread.
Coco answered the door, and I was impressed. So much so that when she said she had a girl for me and I should go straight into the room I readily agreed. Financials sorted, a slim 35+ girl entered the room to my mild disappointment. She wasn't unattractive though, so I didn't complain even though she looked very much the modern barmaid and I knew straight away I shouldn't ask for more than two beers or expect to get a smile out of her. It was my lot to empty my pockets into the slot machines, then leave at the earliest opportunity.
A good massage can be many things - relaxing, uplifting, tantalising, a complete and satisfying journey for the soul. Or it can be what I got, which was a dustbath of baby powder, with hurried half hearted movements, the giver and receiver both hoping somehow that the clock would tick faster. At least it gave me the perspective that I wouldn't want to be reborn as a chicken or an elephant. The horror of it all came to an anti climax when oil was mixed with the baby powder, chafing 4 layers of skin off my little brother. I dressed and left, determined that paradise could only be dreamt of and never attained at 252b.
A month or so later, I was wading through the after reports and purposely not clicking on anything at the aforementioned shop, but who could resist clicking on 36 E cups? Once bitten twice shy, it took quite a few positive reviews by fellow brothers before I decided to darken that doorstep again, but the day came when I called and booked a session with Mimi. The descriptions given of her can be a bit misleading. I had to laugh when brother toomuch posted a description of "I thought Mimi looked somewhat akin to the mother of an eastern bloc regional beauty contest. Not bad by any means, and if you were to describe a woman as handsome, then the description suits Mimi perfectly." I actually found her to be very attractive, but everyone has their own preferences. She isn't the tiny pale skinned 18 year old with the manga cartoon face that a lot of bros seem to go for, but I think she's got a great body for her age. She's probably put out a kid or two, but you could easily believe she was a dancer or swimmer. Everything on her is firm.
She is indeed on the far side of 40, and nothing on her is perfect. Even the E cups are more like D's, but she's the barmaid you thought you would never find again! I think Mimi genuinely enjoys her work, or if she doesn't she's a damn fine actress. She seems genuinely happy to see you, and puts an effort in that you wont find from most girls. It doesn't hurt that she's actually very good at what she does either. While her ancestry is probably about as japanese as kung pao chicken, I don't doubt that she's spent quite a bit of time there. I haven't had that style of massage since the last time I was in japan, and you don't find it anywhere else in the world.
My first session with Mimi was great. As I reached into my pocket for the ferryman's dues, I realised immediately I'd broken the first commandment of punting "though shall have correct change". I kissed the extra goodbye because as everyone knows, it's easier to get blood from a stone than to get change from a working girl. I got naked and lay down and was pleasantly surprised by the return of the smiling Mimi - with change! Her massage is really very good, and she works up a sweat giving it. Discretion being the better part of valor I won't go into the details of part 2, but it sure is something. If you're the type of brother who misses old pubs, and feels like there was no connection with most of the girls you punt with then Mimi might be just the girl for you.
