Visited this establishment a couple of weeks ago.
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2 minutes from Central Station. It’s a bona fide shared building with multiple occupants covering many different business sectors. When inside the main building, the list of occupants and what floor they are on is signposted clearly so no problems so far.
I therefore make my way towards the stairs, delighted with the apparent anonymity of walking around a large building - no one would ever know where I was going and who I was visiting.
However, a few short steps later, I’m faced with a security guard sat behind his desk
who asks me who I’m there to see. I tell him and he says he doesn’t think they’re working today. I tell him I have an appointment so he says a he’ll take me to their “office”.
So now I’m walking up to whatever floor I’m going to, following an elderly security guard, making small talk and pretty much out of my comfort zone. We get to the door, he knocks loudly and then another old geezer opens the door, confirms my booking and ushers me in to an empty room. Then he was los out with the security guard and tells me to wait. When he reappears he tells me to go into the next room - which I do. Hesitantly.
SP:
Middle aged Chinese lady - slim and fairly pleasant. She was wearing leggings, a dress, a face mask and a protective (Covid) visor. The room is fucking roasting hot. I undress, she watches, we agree £50 massage (no mention of extras which I’m not too bothered about all of a sudden - purely based on the old geezer who I assume is sat through the wall).
Services:
Really good massage, plenty of attention to legs, bum and a few accidental swipes/ touches. A very pleasant experience. I made the appropriate noises and moves to let her know I like the accidental swipes so she is quite happy to concentrate on this area. I touch ass and tits through her clothes and she gestures the universal “don’t you want a wank” sign language. I nod and agree the £20. Very good finish and I come all over her hands and on her top. She cleans up and whispers to me not to mention the extras.
I pay the £70 which she stashes into her handbag.
I am then accompanies down to the street by the old geezer (the security guard is nowhere to be seen now) whilst engaging is some small talk.
This is a neutral because of the lack of discretion. If I’m going for a FBSM, I really only want to meet the SP. I definitely don’t want to be talking to and spending time with a security guard and another gentleman - who, via the small talk is the SPs partner.
