So ..... my intention was to reaquaint with Style of Massage, but it wasnt to be....
When:
End of October
Location:
Corner of Hurst Street with Ladywell, Birmingham. Well reviewed on here.
The Style of Massage door bell was still missing, as I had noted on my previous visit some weeks earlier, so I feared the worste. I scanned the remaining door bell labels in the hope that S.O.M may be on the list but no. Having travelled thus far, and spying Harmony 88 was on the door bell list I thought in for a penny.....
I was buzzed in pronto and went up the stairs to the first floor. No sign of activity on the second floor where S.O.M were previously.
Was met by a chinese lady probably in her late 30s / early 40s and welcomed inside. No one else there but me it seemed. Went for the 45 mins for £40 option and the lady greeter confirmed it would be her doing the massage.
The Lady:
Age as above, 5ft 2 ish, very slim. Weating a black top, black skirt and thick black tights (ugh). Gave her name as Annie. Very basic english but enough to get by.
Typical layout with some large recliner type chairs in the reception and I was shown into a small room on the left, while Annie left me to undress.
The Deed:
So, bollock naked face down and back Annie came. I had done a brief survey of the room, small but just about fit for purpose albeit in desperate need of a lick of paint. Strangely enough there was a square foot of xmas wrapping paper glued to the wall at head level which I got to stare at for the duration. It contained the words "love" and "happy" at regular intervals. If only a previous punter had added "ending" it would have brought a smile to old shylads face.
But I digress.
I take the medium option when the available massages were given by Annie, and off she went putting her hands to work. Pretty easy to sum up the massage in one word. Unremarkable.
No teasing or tickling.
Just before the turn over I heard the downstairs front door buzzer go. Twice. Annie left the room and yelled at the top of her voice in mandarin something I suspect could loosely be translated as "For fucks sake will one of you lazy bastards answer the buzzer".
She came back into the room, slammed the door and muttered something under her breath. Not exactly setting the tone for "extras" but hey ho.
So over I turn and little shylad is, well, little.
Shall I massage this? asks Annie.
B2B asks me.
No no no no she says ........
Clothes off asks me.
No no no no she says....
I knew where this was going.
Despite my usually sucessfull powers of persuasion, and offers of extra coins of the realm, nowt was coming off and it was HJ only. I could touch over clothing she said, so I did. £20 agreed to be paid later.
To be fair I had a right old grope of her tits (small to tiny and consisting of mainly bra padding) and managed to get my hand up her skirt and gave her pussy a right rubbing over her thick tights (urg urg). I either found her sweet spot or pushed my luck a little as she went to remove my hand at one stage then relented and let me carry on.
The hj was perfectly acceptable. Not too much oil, and when I told her I was getting close she went for it and finished me off well.
When I was getting dressed I enquired about S.O.M above. Gone she said. New business. Not massage. She may well have been fibbing to try and protect their own interests but I saw nothing to suggest S.O.M was still active during my visit.
So ......
The positives:
Probably just about got my £60 quids worth.
Pleasant lady who allowed some pretty decent touching.
Love happy christmas paper on the wall
The negatives:
Pretty shabby premises and massage room.
Extras menu extremely limited.
Would I go back? For me, my minimum requirements are to at least have the tits out for a fondle. If the service I received is standard fare here, then its a no from me. Hence the neutral rating.
