Massage-VeroniqueLondon, Baker Street Station
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A listless muggy day in town meant that I quite fancied an invigorating massage but without the 'will-she-won't-she?' tease and bartering from a prone position that can sometimes come with shops and parlours.
Comms.I'd forgotten or overlooked the stipulation, buried in the FAQs on her profile, that she doesn't respond to texts and only takes calls. Nevertheless, my text enquiry received a swift response: "Call me", and so I did, and introduced myself. Part of her screening process is that you be able to promptly describe the services that you're looking for. "I want a good massage with a very happy ending" said I, and in reply, was told to ring her when I arrived at Baker Street. Later I was given an address a short walk away, from which she could observe me before telling me to cross the road. The drawback to this was that there are Consulates in the area, with security guards posted, and so this rigmarole must be observed by them several times daily.
Location & venueA smartish block of period flats occupied by wealthy cosmopolitan transients. The entrance to the block has the tatty, un-lovingly maintained air of an anonymous working address, and the entrance to her own apartment is scarcely better, with vacuum cleaners and packaging lying beside the door. Pointed to the chamber, the first thing that struck me, almost physically, was a vintage sex mannequin, propped up on a piece of furniture. I took in the rest of the overfilled room: perhaps 40 or so Wizard of Oz Dorothy dresses, of various patterns, material and states of frilliness, suspended above head height; and a cabinet crammed full of dildos and assorted sex aids and instruments. I surmised that this is all thus arranged for the pragmatic purpose of having such items within easy reach of the screen mounted webcam, which is a very significant, if not the largest part of her business.
The overall effect of the room is a creepy, cramping storage room of curiosities which is not at all appealingly sexual in any way that I understand it. The massage table is positioned underneath a canopy of sissy dresses, and was fitted with a reassuringly hygenic covering of crepe paper. The bathroom and shower are pleasingly well-maintained.
VeroniqueI'd not hitherto made the transition from hotlist to a visit because of her absurdly over-pouty photos. In person, she is petite, slender, attractive and very much my cup of tea. Something about her suggests a rigourous continental dance teacher that the Parent-Teacher-Assocation, with difficulty but to all-round relief, was compelled to expel following complaints of her being too severe and demanding of the under 12's ballet classes.
She's almost certainly had facial 'work done' and/or over-indulges in botox or an equivalent. This is evident from her pictures, but a lack of flexibility in the flesh makes itself more obvious. I'm also going to quibble with her given age of 43; and say that she is more like 47 - her voice, skin and demeanour tipping me to make that call, which would make little odds to me except, if I am correct, for her personal integrity. I could, however, be doing her an injustice; so I'll say again that she is in fine physical fettle, and is to my eyes, very attractive indeed.
Service & personalityI asked for a good, solid, firm massage, and whilst this is subjective, ultimately,
when somebody isn't really trying, one can tell. Veronique rubbed about without much method, purpose or energy. I chatted a little, with a view to building sufficient rapport that she could relax, safe in the knowledge that I'm not a murderer, and thus provide a better rub n tug. Veronique interpreted this as 'the brief', ran away with it, and never turned back.
She talked, at length, about her own business, how well she had been paid on her more lucrative assignments; the weirdness of peoples' kinks, her modus operandi and all that jazz; and much of this was engaging enough. People often reach a life-stage where, depending on your view, they either achieve a degree of admirable self-assurance, or else they become self-absorbed, rigid and careless of others. I was wondering which she would reveal herself to be when she started on her clients, their nationalities and character traits. I can't describe or allude to what she said and did without prospectively compromising myself; suffice to say it was a grossly unprofessional breach of confidence and discretion. For this reason more than any other, I won't be returning, and
if you are a regular of hers, I strongly suggest you review your need for personal discretion with her.
The tragedy is that despite this, I'd actually warmed to and liked her: she's charismatic, witty, and undoubtedly has things to say which are worth hearing... if you are friends or an acquaintance, but which, in the context of this service, just serve to illustrate that she has become jaded beyond repair and she doesn't care.
She had certainly lost sight of the reason I was there, beyond her own pecuniary return and the metronomically mechanical work necessary to effect its termination. Without request from me, she produced a vibrator, to buzz me with. I loathe this corner-cutting, which it invariably is, and asked if she'd suck me instead. She does offer this service, in amongst her various packages, but alas, not in the £80 massage that I'd signed up for. I partly expected an entrepreneurial suggestion that I might like to upgrade (yes, I would've), but none came - whether because she is possessed of a jobsworth's mental rigidity, or because she simply didn't want to, I can't know. At the misnomer of the climax, it was all rather desultory.
SummaryShe is attractive, engaging and sexy, but has essentially lost the customer-service plot. Shocking indiscretions took place that would leave me concerned for my security.
ConclusionIt's a neutral because I went for a limited service, and had I more recently checked her profile and the details of that service, I'd have seen that I was going to get a perfunctory rub and tug - which is indeed is what I got.
It's a very negative neutral for the aforementioned reasons.
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