External Link/Members OnlyExternal Link/Members OnlyExternal Link/Members OnlyExternal Link/Members Only£60 for one hour + £40 for HE
I ummed and ahhed about Neutral or Negative. The only positive is that the HJ lasted the better part of twenty minutes of teasing but the constant questions on everything almost dampened the mood, not great VFM even if I got the full hour and finally getting rushed to finish inside 50 minutes erred me towards a negative.
The usual VivaStreet and GumTree searching piqued my curiosity with this place. Outside my usual geographic considerations but I was off work for the festive period so he who dares, wins. Right? The style of shop front and their ads make me think that they're run by the same outfit as Denton and Hyde Chinese parlours.
Making arrangements was quick and easy. I sent a text asking for one hour four handed massage and approximate time. I got two texts back within a minute. The first with "ok". The second with the address. One puzzling point. After my text to confirm back, the reply came from a different number.
It was night time when I navigated my way across the city centre and out via the university ghettos and into Rusholme. Based on the ads, I was expecting a house or flat but it's a shop. I think that it used to be an accountancy firm before. I didn't park right outside as I couldn't be bothered to check the restrictions so opted for a residential side street. Again, my guess would be mostly that students live there.
Through the door and it's a typical office reception area, but bereft of any desks or other furnishings besides a sofa on the back wall with two girls sitting with their legs under, browsing their phones.
One of them told me to go up the stairs to the left and I was met in the landing at the top by another, who showed me to the room and the bathroom. I can't remember if there was a shower in there too. I do remember that there were no towels in the bathroom.
Back in the treatment room and it's unremarkable. Chinese and Buddhist and massage paraphernalia on the walls and shelves with a big, cushioned folding massage table in the middle, covered in a sheet and paper towel. The head rest extends from the main table at a slight angle.
Introductions are made. The first girl that I saw is called Lulu. I'd say late 30s to early 40s. A little taller than typical massage girls with dark hair and a not unpleasant smile. A tight top and shorts over tights so hardly easy access. She's from Beijing and goes straight for the B2B upsell. She wants £40 to each girl, similar just laugh and decline due to lack of funds. I'm already £60 in and spending £140 sight unseen when Bai Yok do four hand including HE for £70 all in.
The other is Anna but by the time that she appeared, I was bereft of glasses and it was dark. Not much to remember, possibly shorter and more serious than Lulu. No idea where she's from as conversation was stilted, nor age. From what I recall she was at the foot of the table or had her back to me most of the time.
The usual first question of soft or medium to start with but I can't remember what I said. They kept asking again and again if it was too hard so perhaps I said medium.
When the oil came out, it was cold and startling for which it took me by surprise. They chatted to each other in Mandarin from time to time as they got to work. It feels relaxing and there are some pleasing sensual touches but I don't know from which of them they are doing them.
The only thing stopping me drifting off is the repeated checks to see if I'm ok, if I'm enjoying it, is it ok, etc etc. These get a bit tiresome eventually.
About ten minutes in, Lulu tried the upsell again, with the same response. This time, I'm challenged why and say that I don't have enough cash with me to which the next question is how much do I have?
I wrack my brain and say £30. They say £40 for two girl HE. I say £30 and this goes back and forth until they concede that I only have £30 so offer a four hand HJ. I eventually accept once they confirm that touching is allowed on all sides. As is often the case, they want the money upfront. Unfortunately, I have two twenties so I'm stuck with paying £40 after all.
When I'm laying back, they get to work and I tell them to go slow. Out come the Wet Wipes, cold, so that chills my ardour. Again with the questions to check I'm ok, enjoying it, like it etc etc. I rub each of them over their clothes and manage to get some way under the top of Lulu and inside her shorts from above and below.
It's actually pretty good to have four oily hands roaming about and not being shy. There was a bit too much attention paid to my nipples, which is typical and I kept having to tell them to slow down. I couldn't get far under Anna's clothes so focussed on Lulu until I got to the honey pot and fake or not, she sighed on appreciation after a while and seemed to lubricate naturally.
Again, the running requests of is it ok etc etc and asking them to slow down but I'm pretty sure that at one point they had managed to find enough for three hands to get hold of if you include one slipping around the balls and Biffin.
More than ten minutes of this and Lulu's sighs become moans and I try to slip my wet fingers into a bowling ball grip but the angles and tightness of clothing are wrong. It's either one hole or the other until she does the WG thing of crouching away from me, as if it's too much.
There's another chance taken to upsell when she moves back in range to say next time will be better without clothes. I'm not convinced but claim I'd need more money for that.
More sighs and moans from both and I'm struggling to maintain composure so remind them to go slow. They've been rubbing me up the right way for more than fifteen minutes now, which is about 45 minutes since I got out of the shower. At this point, Lulu tells me that it's almost time so going slow will mean missing out on HE, potentially. I lie back and think of England and keep fiddling with Lulu's nethers until the inevitable and I ask them carry on till I'm wrung dry.
Again, the satisfaction survey. Was it good, did I enjoy, etc etc? Lulu gets a towel from the steam cabinet and Anna gets the Wet Wipes. Lulu checks I'm ok with a hot towel and between them, they tidy up before administering slaps and claps to signal that it's all over.
More satisfaction surveys and I admit to feeling relaxed and wobbly legged as I get dressed. Which is true. They both stay and Lulu hovers to hand me my glasses and bits, obviously anxious to hustle me out.
On checking my watch, I tell them it's not an hour. In fact it's more like 50 minutes. This seems to defeat their grasp on English so I give up, get ready and go.
If I found my way back again, it wouldn't be for a four hand and I'd make it clear that I expect the full hour because £30+£40 is a decent rate for massage and B2B if it's delivered well. EM
