External Link/Members OnlyI have vacillated over Neutral or Negative. It all started so well, but deteriorated quickly.
THE GOOD
Comms were dead simple. The location is discreet. You enter off the street door to the restaurant, which is on your left as you enter, but ahead and to the right are stairs to the first floor, which is where these premises are. Bottom line, you can get in without anyone clocking where you are really going, or what you are doing.
Large reception area. 2 ‘receptionists’. I’m kicking myself that I never got the name of my receptionist, but it all ended rather quickly in the end and I never got the chance to ask.
Mid 40s, size 12, 5’3”.
There were 2 types of massage on offer. I’m not 100% sure of the descriptions, but they were something like ‘relaxing’ for £40 p/h, or ‘invigorating’ for £50 p/h. I went for the ‘relaxing’.
The room was bare. Massage table and nothing else. Light on when I entered, but switched off, leaving a very dim low light when the lady joined me.
Now this is where I cannot fault the lady at all. Started with hot wet towels on my feet and back. A firm(ish), oily massage followed on every part of my body. Feet, legs, stomach, back, arms, hands, neck, head etc. It was all a bit bloody stupid, because she had seen me stark bollock naked on entry to the room, but there was a studied observance of towels hiding the chap. Pointless really. So the massage was really good.
THE BAD AND THE UGLY
VERY close to the end of the hour, she whispered “extras”. There had been no credit card sweeps or accidental touching at all up to this point. I asked what extras there were, and she whispered happy ending or body to body. I asked what body to body cost, and she said £80. I told her that I didn’t have £80 (which was true, I had £60 in my wallet) and that is where it ended. I never got to find out what the HE price was. The massage basically stoped at that point. No discussion from her as to what I could pay, if not £80. Nothing. Off she went.
So here was I, left in a pretty much pitch black room, covered in oil, left to get dressed.
When she initially left, I half thought that she was going to return with warm wet towels (just as the massage had started) to clean me down. More fool me. I had clearly taken longer than expected to get dressed (I was in the dark and I don’t have the years of experience enjoyed by Stevie Wonder), because several minutes passed and she knocked on the door. “Could you put the light on” I asked. Turns out that the original light was a lamp on the floor, which she turned on.
I get dressed and off. Still covered in oil.
So, the massage itself was great.
The price for a B2B @ £80, on top of the £40 already paid, was toppy.
The timing, right at the very end was poor.
Her attitude after extras were mentioned, was dreadful.
I’d save your money gents.
