£70 for one hour + £30 for HE
External Link/Members OnlyExternal Link/Members OnlyNew ads popped up on Gumtree and then subsequent phone number searches turned some promising hints so I did a drive past.
External Link/Members OnlyExternal Link/Members OnlyFor both VS and Hallo, if you check the other ads by Feifei, there is a lot more than massages on offer from their other locations.
It's not discrete but it's not on a heavily trafficked main road. Because it's so brash, I was erring towards it being legit and rolled the dice with a text enquiry.
I got four texts back in reply and in subsequent exchanges, agreed a time for a one hour four hand massage. I chanced my arm by knocking a tenner off the advertised price in my confirmation text and got an o.k. in reply.
Through the door into a sparse waiting area, with a CD player plugged in but not much else. I knocked on the inner door and girl A enthusiastically greeted me and led me into a room. An estate agent would call it compact and bijou but there's a table, a shower in the corner and no room to swing a cat.
Girl B joins and she seems to be in charge. Time and services confirmed and I try to get the cheaper price. No joy but nothing lost so I undress, girl B tugs the boxers away and I lay down. No one suggests a drape. As per, I'm lying down on a paper towel covered table.
The table is homemade, sturdy and has a hole cut into both the base and the lump of foam on top in lieu of a mattress. It's not uncomfortable and they say that it's temporary until a proper table arrives. After some faffing with the head hole, we agree on lining it with a towel so that my head doesn't disappear too far.
We talk about how long they've been open, which isn't very and the fact that the signage is "Friends Massage" because they want customers to think of themselves as friends. Girl B pops out for a while and girl A stands at the head of the table to start a neck and back massage. She's from Beijing, allegedly.
B returns and they both break out the oil. I'm asked if I want hard or medium and say soft and slow. A bit of confusion in language as they share this and we conclude with medium and slow. Overall, I'd say that when they were hands on for the massage, it never got close to what a medium elsewhere might feel like.
Music is piped in through a speaker and typical parlour mood fare. They're both giggly and more chatty than some. Unlike other four hands that I've had, there's not much chat amongst themselves and when there is, it seems to be as prompts for what they do next.
Girl A is probably late 20s and curvy. Not fat by any means as everything seems in proportion. Around size 8, 34C/D and junk in the trunk. Reasonable English for the important things. Dressed in a tight black t-shirt with a logo/phrase on the front that I don't remember and a similarly tight black, leather-look skirt that stops way above the knee, no tights or stockings.
Girl B has been in the UK for four years and has better English. Pretty much the whole time in Manchester but has visited other cities. She says that she used to work at a Thai massage place in Chinatown near Long Legs, possibly for Pippa or Heaven's Girls but anyway she didn't leave on good terms with the boss there and fell out with the other girls. She might have said "before she was married" but I'm not sure and not inclined to ask.
She's a similar height to Girl A, around five foot bugger all but there the similarity ends. She's at least five years older, maybe more. Size 6 and almost skinny with an empty trunk. Probably 32C. She's wearing a full body stocking under a romper style, zip up shorts/top one-piece. Also all black and when I arrived, she had a bolero jacket on but lost that once we started.
B leaves to lock the front door and when she comes back she's straight into the boy bits, first with hot oil into the chocolate starfish and then the hands follow the same line and down to the plums. Game on.
And then the first interruption when A takes a booking on her phone. They gesture me to shush as the details are done. I ask if it's just the pair of them and usually there is a third girl but she's off today. B concentrates on the meat, two veg, backside and Biffen and A keeps leaning over to reach shoulders down to hips. I try my luck stroking the backs of her legs and get no signs to stop so carry on as much as the tightness of the skirt will allow. I get to panty covered arse cheeks without deterrent. In fact a few affected sighs of appreciation and grinding against my head.
About halfway through the hour, so about twenty something minutes into the back massage, B asks if I want something extra with girl A. I ask for the menu and a hand job or body to body is offered. I ask how much and B2B is £60. Double for both girls and I laugh at that. Then we get into "how much?" versus "how much you got?" territory back and forth which wears me down to admitting that I only brought £100 with me so £70 for the four hand leaves me with £30 for extras.
For that, they offer one girl to give a hand job, with touching then try to upsell £30 each for two lady to give hand relief. I can't pay what I haven't got and I assume that's the end of it. There are no objections as I feel Girl A up and it seems that we're all getting along famously. Because of that, I ask if A can take her skirt off to give me more room to explore the junk in her trunk. It's their turn to laugh and then it gets a bit confusing as they try the B2B upsell again and a final offer of £35, discounted from £60. Interesting, so I ask how much time is left.
Not surprisingly, they say "there's plenty of time" and I start to waiver before accepting, thinking that either that's just for one girl or both but either way, it's only £35. I agree and they agree for me to pay after. However, when clarifying it's clear that they're expecting another £70 on completion so I repeat that I don't have that much cash today. Graciously, they offer for me to go to a cash machine for the balance and come back. As flattering as it is to look that trustworthy, or maybe gullible, I leave things as they are and relax.
A few minutes more and I turnover and A continues at the bow with B at the stern. It's all very pleasant and enjoyable, although B is doing most of the sensual touches before they move to stand on each side at my midriff.
Annoyingly, there's another interruption on the phone. Apparently, a punter is waiting outside and there's some chit-chat before B leaves to let him in. I tell A that this spoiled the relaxing mood and she takes my hand and places inside her T-shirt. I should complain more often. Based on me feeling around under there, I establish that it's a front fastening bra, so I try my best Joey-esque move to tackle it before she realises. I fail but she doesn't rebuff the attempt and second time lucky, and I've got a lovely handful. Still no joy finding room to roam under the skirt though.
When B returns, she sees where my left hand is and places my right through the leg of her romper and onto her arse. I'm enjoying each handful and then B slips her left arm through the romper so that her top half is only covered in the body stocking. I make the most of the unveiling as they take turns on little muffin and below.
Once things are brought to their conclusion, B wipes her hands, re-dresses and leaves, presumably to get started with the guy from the call before. And would you know it, A takes another call as we're cleaning up and then she leaves too. I feel short-changed on the hour but not outrageously so I keep shtum.
And I'm out into the big wide world again with an inclination to smile and return. EM
