External Link/Members OnlyI live near Reading and often drop into the pub just down the road from this place. The mixed reviews on UKP and the website have been piquing my curiosity, but I've been reticent about just marching in. The premises are somewhat bizarre because of the shop front, which they have kitted out like a Chinese gift shop, though I'd be amazed if anyone goes in there just to shop. When you realise that it is actually just a standard rub-and-tug massage place, the website is a hoot: in their attempts to look like an upmarket business, they even offer a corporate discount scheme
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I finally decided to drop in on a very wet Sunday afternoon when the pub was closed (so the smokers wouldn't see me) and the street was more-or-less deserted because of the torrential rain (so I wasn't going to bump into a neighbour). I walked in and up the short flight of stairs to find the receptionist (possibly the one in the photo in the website, but more likely her older sister) chatting to a Polish guy with a baby. I considered just pretending I wanted to look round the "shop" but then thought "WTF! Let's go for it". I asked for a 30 minute massage and was charged £30 and then told there would be a 5 minute wait. The receptionist parked me on a stool in the "shop" which they seemed to be using to air their washing. There were various comings and goings including another handful of young Polish people who appeared from the back somewhere and took the guy with the baby away with them and a punter who'd been parked to wait somewhere else being brought out from behind a curtain and taken into one of the massage rooms.
After 5 minutes or so, a very young and slight Chinese girl came and led me into a room at the back. The room was par for the course for these places, i.e., just big enough for the massage table and a tiny en-suite shower with lights dim so that you can't really tell how clean the place is. The young girl left me to undress, but it was the receptionist who returned to give the massage apologising that they were very busy. She was mid-forties and shapeless: I certainly would have refused full personal, but that wasn't what I was there for (and I am usually staring at the ground or the ceiling during a massage, so who cares). She asked whether I wanted a hard or soft massage and I opted for hard and she proceeded to give me a very good therapeutic massage. She was called away after a couple of minutes or so, which was a bit annoying, but she returned quite quickly. After she'd given it the works, my back was feeling much better, but I was beginning to wonder whether sexual services were actually on offer. Then she whipped out a wetwipe, reached between my legs and gave my balls and bum a good scrub. This was followed by lots of play with my balls and now very erect willy. She turned me over and I asked about extras. She offered B2B and oral for an extra £50, which I accepted. I had the dosh ready under my phone on the windowsill, so it was easy to hand it over. B2B, OWO and a prostate massage were then delivered quite enthusiastically and she finished me off by hand. I took a shower, dressed, noticed that I'd been in the room for 35 minutes and crept away into the rain.
My positive verdict is borderline. I really went just for the look-see. If the comings and goings in the reception area are normal, then it is not for the faint-hearted. I have no major complaints about the service, apart from the interruption early on. I don't think I'll return, mainly because I don't want to risk shitting on my own doorstep too often and there are lots of equally good or better places further afield.
