OK, for a while now (and I've posted this as a separate thread), I often see Chinese/Asian girls about in central London and would be desperate to get them in a TCM/HE environment, as in if they're better than what's routinely served up in such places.
Was on the tube today and got into packed carriage with one seat going, sat opposite very sultry and nicely dark Asian girl. I spent the next 10 minutes studying her tight top and thighs but what really got me was her face, very sultry and with a lovely angular jaw-line and expressive eyes. A little bit slutty looking and sat there with gold phone case and designer bag.
We both got off the same stop and I was behind her on the escalator. We both exit the station and I make my way to my intended appointment, but then spotted her in front of me going into a TCM of all places. I was quite excited by the prospect but thought she could also be a customer, I decided to chance it anyway and went to withdraw cash.
I then went back to the shop and, lo and behold, she was on reception, she seemed a little bit taken aback but I could clock on her face that she sussed I'd been motivated to go in there on account of her. I asked her and the manageress who was working and sure enough some usual tiny thing came out a room. I got straight to the point and said "Do YOU work here?" to her, she replied in the affirmative and the manageress just shrugged her shoulders and they laughed.
Money paid (only half an hour as I had to be somewhere) I did the usual lay face down naked thing after which she came in the room. It was patently obvious why I was there and on top of an OK massage there were cc swipes and small chat, not much. Asked to flip over and she oils my legs and stomach and caresses the testicles, runs an occasional finger down the shaft of my raging erection and then massages somewhere else, chest, shoulders, neck and shins. WTF? By this point I am a tumult of emotions but from the off I was very much into the situation and where it could go. Eventually she oils the erection and starts stroking it while gazing in my eyes. The HE commences but I was there for more than that and asked about 'other services'. She asks what I had in mind and I suggested she take her top off. How much do I have on me? Well, that's for me to know and you to find out. £60? WTF? Eventually we settle on £40 for topless HE, which has rather de-escalated the excitement by this point and goes against all my principles, but I'm paying as much for what happened before the shop as in it, I guessed. To be fair, it was easily one of the best HE's I've ever had, though her rack wasn't much to write home about, the appeal with her was definitely how jaw-droppingly attractive she was.
All done she cleans me up and we had a nice chat (telling me what a "bad boy" I was to go there), she wrote down her name on the shop's card and (this is where it gets amusing) says "I want you to think about me all the time and when you do, give me a call, OK?" Now I've got what I want, I probably won't!
