External Link/Members OnlyFei Chinese Massage
81 Chatsworth Road
Brampton
Derbyshire
S40 2A
07460 953166
£80 1 hour B2B
There are a couple of mixed reviews already on here for this parlour, but I decided to take a punt. Sally hasn't been reviewed before, so this is a kind of TOFTT. She's been working at Fei for three weeks, but I don't know how much longer she'll be there. As the girls swap around a lot, you never know who you'll get, so I'll include lots of information about the shop itself, which I hope you'll find useful.
CommsThe woman who answered the phone spoke with excellent, clear English. She seemed rather taken aback when I asked if she did B2B massage:
"Oh sir, I couldn't possibly say - I'm just the receptionist - you'll have to ask the girl in the room... and bring extra money."
So that's a yes then. I made an appointment for an hour later, so I was all set.
The AreaThis was my first visit to Chesterfield, and isn't it lovely? What with its historic crooked spire and comatose druggies arranged beautifully on the pavement. I'm sure that those nice lads in the blacked-out Merc parked up with the door wide open weren't up to anything nefarious...
On a Saturday afternoon the Chatsworth Road didn't feel unsafe, but I'm not sure if I'd like to wander along it on my own late at night. Poor and run-down, but OK - I've walked down a lot worse. There's two hours free parking in the Carpetright/Wickes carpark on the Wheatbridge Road, which is a two-minute walk away if you cut through Clarence Street.
The ShopThe shop looks entirely legit, with the sort of Chinese decor that you'd expect. The front door opens onto a reception area with chairs arranged around the walls like your grannie's front room. There was no one there when I walked in, but you might find yourself sat next to a civvie if you go at a busier time. As long as you're able to hide your boner, and you manage to keep the drooling and the heavy breathing to a minimum, you'll be fine - they'll probably just assume that you're there for a therapeutic treatment just like them. In fact, the place looks so legit that you could probably get away with telling your wife that you're going there to have your dodgy shoulder looked at. (Unless she's reading this right now, in which case you're well and truly busted, you filthy pervert). Anyway, the internal door was locked, but was opened for me within a few seconds of me trying the handle. (I'd obviously been spotted on the CCTV).
I was greeted by the woman who I'd talked to on the phone. 40s, wearing a smart but dull unrevealing shapeless dress, and with a few lines on her face. She wasn't someone who you'd look twice at, but she was smiley and welcoming. OK, I thought, this is just the receptionist - hopefully there'll be someone younger out back. I was immediately shown upstairs past the 'Staff Only' sign. I asked if I could use the loo, which doubles as a broom cupboard, but is clean and functional. The room at the back is a kitchen area, which also contains a shiny new shower cubicle, which seemed a bit open and exposed. In the end I elected not to have a shower, so I don't know how the logistics of walking naked and dripping through the kitchen work in practice. On exiting the khazi, I was introduced to a much younger, prettier girl. Ay up, I thought to myself - things are looking up.
The receptionist showed me through to the massage room at the front of the building, which like the rest of the place looks entirely legit - tastefully furnished, professional massage table and Chinese anatomy posters on the walls. I handed over £40 for an hour's massage, and caught her checking out the extra cash still in my wallet. I was asked, "You bin here before?" I shook my head and said, "No."
I was instructed to strip off and lie face down on the table, and she left the room.
When the door opened again, I looked up expectantly, but instead of the younger, prettier girl, it was the receptionist again. Crap. Oh well, I thought, since I've already parted with the cash, and I'm lying here starkers, I can hardly walk now - I'll just enjoy the massage, and I won't mention any extras.
This was my first Chinese massage, and I must say that I'm a convert. Less physical than a Thai massage, but more focused and precise - I'm no expert, but I'm guessing it's based on acupressure points. Really good though, and sorted out my knotted shoulders a treat. During this time there was absolutely no teasing - No CC swipes, no top of thigh action, nothing. To be fair, I wasn't too worried, as by then I'd settled for a straight massage, and it was very good. All very relaxing, and a half hour flew by.
At the turn-over I was actually a bit surprised when she cupped my cock n balls in one hand, and quietly asked, "What extras you want?" Instantly delegating all decision making to Lil' Chaz, we settled on £40 for B2B and HE. For an extra tenner, an undisclosed 'special' was available, but I wasn't able to find out if this was RO, OWO, or even FS - Sally suddenly went all coy and vague. I was happy with B2B, but it looked like it was possible to negotiate more.
Off came Sally's dress and underwear, and I was very pleasantly surprised. She's got a fantastic pair of large, natural yet incredibly perky norks, and a great curvy yet tidy figure. Lovely smooth soft skin, well upholstered rear, flat and trim tummy. Shaved down below, with a narrow landing strip on the front lawn. Definitely no need to look at the mantlepiece when you can't take your eyes off the boiler. Result!
The massage table was small, so this wasn't a full on slip slidey B2B, but Sally climbed on and started to enthusiastically grope and grind away, and my hands were allowed free reign to wander wherever they pleased. I occupied myself with lots of tit groping, nipple sucking and clit diddling. After about ten minutes she dismounted to perform the coup de grace standing up, whilst I enjoyed much manual malarkey with her marvelous mammoth mammaries. She performed an exquisite oily HJ, finishing me off in a spectacular spurt of spoff. She cleaned me off, covered me with a towel, and performed a relaxing ten minute warm down massage whilst I still lay on my back.
At this point, I started wondering if I should have a shower or not. I don't know what massage oil was used, but my skin wasn't oily, and didn't smell at all. Rather than endure the naked walk of shame across the kitchen, I didn't ask if I could use the shower.
While we were getting dressed, we chatted about different towns and cities in the UK. I was a little taken aback when she announced that she didn't like Birmingham, "Because there are too many dark people"! Now my heritage is somewhat ethnically mixed - like the song, I look all white but my dad was black - so I'm perhaps a little over sensitive to comments like this. At the end of the day I wasn't bothered - I was paying her to wank me off on a table, not to chair a committee on ethnic diversity. I thought that I'd mention this though in case you're
a fellow "gentleman of colour", or at least darker than I am (and I'm pretty pale), as you might not get as warm a welcome as I did.
All in all though, this was a good punt - a solid 8 out of 10. It was everything that a good FBSM should be. If I'm passing by Chesterfield again, I'll probably return. I might not particularly ask for Sally, but I wouldn't be disappointed if it was her who answered the door.
