External Link/Members OnlyIs it me or have standards in the majority of Chinese massage centres and TCMs dropped to an all time low? When I started taking massages as an alternative to visiting working girls there seemed to be a desire not just to please but to encourage return business. I also remember B2B meaning full body contact with slides both front and back.
So I called up their advertised number, which was quickly answered. I was told there were two girls working and they were both 25 years old. I made an appointment.
45 minutes later I walk through the door. “Hello darling”, a shrill voice comes from the back. Looking down the passage I see a 5 foot nothing rural Chinese farmer’s wife who appears to have aged 15-20 years during my drive. No issue, “Can I see the other lady please?” I ask. “Sure”, was the reply and she calls out. From a side room appears a Chinese version of Ma Larkin. I have a fleeting image of a crushing B2B with this hulk and go back to option one.
Not wishing to waste any time I ask if she provides B2B. “Yes darling, is £40”. OK, what the Hell? “How long you want stay?”, “30 minutes” I reply. “£30” she says. “But,” I respond “your website advert quotes £25 for 30 minutes. “I call my boss” she says. Here we go, I am so close to walking by now. She finishes the call, “OK” she says.
I undress and lie down on the table while she stashes the cash. She comes back into the room and strips naked. Seems promising. She is however quite chunky herself complete with a belly and saggy tits. A few minutes are then wasted playing around with her phone to provide music.
She starts the massage at the top of the table with her unshaven bush just inches from my face. Interesting. Touching is allowed and semi encouraged but “no inside” as usual.
10 minutes of teasing with plenty of credit card swipes and a few reach unders. I then flip and she oils my little man up and goes to work. Seems to have completely forgotten the B2B and I have to remind her. She then spends a couple of minutes wiping all the oil off me that she’s just applied before heading back to the telephone because the music has stopped. I tell her I don’t care about the music, but she insists it is needed.
Finally she actually climbs up on top and quickly rubs her chest against my stomach whilst tweaking my nipples with her fingers. I resign myself to just accepting hand relief and leave as soon as the deed is done. In and out in just over 20 minutes, but realistically there was no point in staying longer.
I’ve watched Brookwood, China Health Reading, China Health Walton amongst others, all let their standards drop massively and whilst I totally appreciate there’s a large turnover of masseurs, is there any establishment left that still offers a quality, sensual massage experience with genuine B2B West of London?
