£39 for 60 minutes "full body herbal oil"
External Link/Members OnlySaw Goldfinch's positive review,
https://www.ukpunting.com/index.php?topic=288698.0, on this new place at the far end of Cheetham Hill Road. At the time, their GT ad said £30 opening offer.
Comms: Called to make an appointment. I should have mentioned the GT offer but didn't. English wasn't the best when booking as I tried to ask about parking and gave up.
Location: Parked on the bays in front of the shop a few doors down. Money has been spent on the place. It's big and bright and clean. There are plenty of chairs in the reception area for waiting and I'm dealt with by a young Thai girl in her late teens, early 20s. Very shapely and pretty in black branded tunic and Burberry check trousers. She's not wearing a mask and there were no temperature checks. She's admin only and doesn't do massages. I suspect that she's a family member of the owner or another of the girls working there.
I ask for one hour for £30 and she is initially confused, then agrees, then a voice in the back or upstairs shouts in Thai and she says that £30 is for Mondays only. On the basis that it's not on GT anymore, I take it that it was opening day only. She shows me a price list and I opt for full body Thai herbal oil massage. There's no Test and Trace to scan but I'm asked to fill in some clumsy forms with medical, contact and other details. I pay up in cash and tell her to keep the £1 change.
Girl/Room: Another, older, woman appears dressed in a black evening dress and thick tights or leggings to show me to the bathroom at the back. There are a number of rooms but no obvious signs of the jacuzzi. When I'm done, I follow her upstairs where there are more rooms including the couples room and she leads me into one of them. No shower in the room or offered before or after. There's hooks behind the door for clothes and a chair for my glasses and wotnots. An LED clock is on a shelf and the massage table is in the centre. It appears homemade, so wooden and sturdy but I wouldn't call the mattress indulgent. There's a head hole and it's nicely dressed but paper towel covers that up.
I'm left to get undressed and it's warm enough to ditch the boxers. I can't see a towel anywhere so I'm still stood in my birthday suit when Monica returns. Her mask hides what might be a pretty face so age is tricky but probably mid 30s at least. I'd say a size 8 at most and slim, almost muscular, and approx 5'2".
Service: She looks for a towel under the table and I try to dissuade her by saying it's warm enough but she just turns the heater down before we're under way. The towel is neck to toe for the all over muscle warm-up, then peeled down to my waist for the back, neck, shoulders and arms massage. She's deceptively strong so this feels painfully good.
Although each butt cheek is uncovered for this, there's nothing sensual or inquisitive about her touch, so I only reach semi-lob at this point. I've resigned myself to a legit massage and allow her to press harder into knotted muscles which obviously need the therapy. On the turnover, the clock says around 45 minutes since I walked in and she asks me to replace my mask as I'm covered in the towel again.
She starts with a head massage, which is good. Not too rough, and for the first time I can smell that it's an aromatherapy oil. Then the towel is rolled down to my hips for a perfunctory chest and stomach massage that never strays South of the border. The towel is replaced for each arm to be attended to and then rolled down again and my right leg uncovered, just about keeping Stephen and the twins under wraps.
At this point, she feels obliged and whispers do I want a happy ending? There can't be much time left and I haven't felt aroused enough to muster the troops so I chuckle. She seems to think I'm offended and apologises but I carry on laughing and tell her it's fine, maybe next time. I ask how much? £20, which seems fair. She uncovers the left leg, without replacing the towel on the right leg so it's bunched up between my legs with just a corner keeping my modesty. I'm tempted to pull it away completely to see what happens but decide to take advantage of those strong fingers working a different kind of magic.
And it's all over. There was no stretching, clambering or other techniques you associate with a Thai massage and I think the aromatherapy oil was only used for my head so I'm not sure that I got what I paid for. She left me to get dressed and offered a drink. I asked for hot water and by the time I got back downstairs, she had a glass of hot water ready. I drank it and left.
Summary: Based on VFM, this was almost neutral but the venue is as good as any and who knows, familiarity may breed content(ment) and more be offered. I'm inclined to think that Monica would prefer to stay legit but based on GF's review, at least one girl isn't of the same mind. Now that Mee has returned to Siam in Prestwich, I probably wouldn't bother to try the others here and stick to her instead for my sensual but not sexual massages.
