24 Station St, 7+ years later, Tuesday 11:30

A punt from last year, posting now just to give hope to other newbies that you're not alone when starting out. Yes, you make mistakes, but that's part of the fun.

Not my first visit to Sydney, but my first visit where I can go visiting. FIRST, did a lot of reading here going back a number of years, just to get the lay of the land. Before I went on the hunt for the elusive large racked Indian, wanted to start small with a large breasted PRC mature hen. Mature hens might not be to everyone's taste, but they do have some appeal, and they are easy to catch and cook the way YOU like. Before I jump into the brothel deep end, I want to get my toes wet in the shallow (well, some part of the anatomy wet, anyway).

Saw a post from a long time ago and just wondered what was it like TODAY. Google maps' street view from 4 months ago showed the OPEN sign lit, so a good sign. Google maps also allowed me to plan my route. Easy ... well, if you DON'T assume that the train on the correct platform, ready to leave, is YOUR train. Google maps showed me my mistake, so with a bit of backtracking, on to the correct train, and off at Marrickville. Exiting the station, the shop is only 10 m away down the aptly named Station street. Having read some reviews and looked at street views, I knew that there was a side entrance around the corner from the main, an open door through some thick plastic strips.

Walking into the shop, heard a voice call out Hello. Turned left into the office. The PRC mamasan was there, at least I hoped she was the mamasan. The face. Well, perhaps the masking restrictions had been eliminated too quickly because I would have felt safer if she had been wearing one, and I WASN'T worried about Covid. Body was masked by a heavy sweater, skirt, with long jeans underneath. I, or she, said "massage", I was asked how long; figured 45 minutes would be sufficient. Price quoted, 50. She showed me to a sparse room, massage table, maybe a chair and table. I asked for the toilet; it was down a corridor, past the laundry. Returning to the room, she wasn't there, so I hoped she was in the office calling in some staff. When I asked (hopefully) who would do the massage, she said she would. Decision time, continue or walk. I was there and wanted to see how the experience would play out, so would continue.

Back to the room. I QUICKLY found out what type of shop it was (really no doubt) when she asked if I was there for "massage or relaxation" (or some form of the word relax). I replied both, first a GOOD massage (members are now falling off their chairs laughing), then some relaxation, 50/50. I had paranoidly translated "Can you suck, no condom, ejaculate in mouth, spit" into Mandarin, and taken a screen shot. Showed it to her, she parsed it, nodded her head yes. To be sure, and she did speak English (with a large accent), I asked again in English. Again nod yes. Now, for the curtain call spec: not spit, but a nice drool into the tissue (swallowing, IMHO, is so anticlimactic). I had a photo from another PRC decades ago who had done that unsolicited, the tissue held below her rack, a nice silvery stream from her mouth falling towards the tissue, a large blob at the far end. A picture being worth a 1000 words, I showed her the picture, again she nodded. Great. I asked how much, she quoted 150. Yea, that was NOT going to happen.

Now, a basic disconnect. I offered 50, she said couldn't, that previously it was 120, but now, 150. Somewhere along the way, I realized MY mistake, I was NOT including the base charge of 50, she was. I repeated 100, and since I was still fully clothed, stepped towards the door. She offered 130, I said OK, total (50 massage, 80 extra). I stripped, she excused herself to brush her teeth as she'd just eaten "spicy" (yea, it was THAT kind of place).

She came back, asked for the money. Damn, of course I'd left it in my wallet, so up, rummaging around in my hung-up pants, finding wallet, due to pre-planning, had exact change ready. Returned to face down, she stripped. Now, between the knees and just below the rack, one of those redacted strips would have come in handy. Likewise, from the chin up. The only redeeming thing was the rack was nice, some mangoes, with nipples still mostly pointed forward.

Massage starts, a VERY light running fingers up and down my body, from neck to ankles. Reminded me of the teasing of a BKK Tantra massage. This continued for all of 5 minutes, and while it was enjoyable, not quite the style I was expecting. Then the request to flip. WTF. Raised my head, and asked "Massage"? She had that look of "WTF, you REALLY want a massage?" Fine, so be it. It was very half-assed, more rubbing then pressure. Time passed, then the flip request. Fine.

First, positioned at the side of the table, she began some light finger teasing up and down my body, then zeroed in to my crotch. She then fully bent over and took me, now at attention, in her mouth. Reminded me of that desktop toy, the ostrich that would dip her beak into a thimble of water, rise up, then back down to repeat. Or an oil derrick, pumping up oil from underground. The rack hung down nicely, and handling was allowed. Also ran my fingers up her hamstrings, her ass, back, allowed. She kept her legs closed, which I didn't mind, as I wasn't so interested in exploring THAT cave.

She then moved to the foot of the table, climbed on, some more light fingers up and down the legs, then back to the oil extraction. The BBBJ was actually pretty good. Not strong, not really vigorous, but just a nice sucking, no hands, no teeth. The occasional spit to tissue, but not often. A few slurping sounds, but thankfully, no artificially moans. Her hanging mangoes very nice, so I concentrated on those, not where my trouser snake was disappearing into. Eventually she struck oil, and kept extracting after the gusher. Kept at it until I tapped out. True to her word, she stood up, grabbed a tissue, and a nice drool into the tissue. Then quickly dressed, off to the toilet, with the traditional "hacking up" that the PRC's are so good at. Those continued for quite some time. I had no idea of the time, so just continued to lay there. Eventually I got the non-verbal message that we were done, so started dressing. I was just about finished when she entered and asked if I was OK. Yes, mission accomplished. Number of mistakes, but for a first go, good enough. Checked my watch - 30 minutes would have been sufficient, time shorted by 15, just let it ride.

Would I repeat? Well, hell yes, the very next day (for the clueless, that's sarcasm). Certainly the visuals were "POOR, REAL POOR", except for the rack. Was reminded of that by any number of Asians on the train and bus on the RTB. The massage was crap, but the BBBJ was actually decent. And the curtain call was delivered, perhaps a bit quickly, but it was given. And, NOW I KNOW what 24 Station Street, at least on 1 day, can deliver. But seems time has not been too kind to the Station. YMMV