External Link/Members OnlyI’m tired of grotty and seedy massage places and am trying to explore slightly more professional sounding ones though still offerings extras. Not sure this is the answer, but it had a faint air of respectability.
Five minutes walk from British Library / St Pancras. Called in about 6.30pm. Did I have a booking? No, but not a problem. Three European girls, sitting looking bored all in low-cut tops with plenty of cleavage on display. Presented with an menu of different massages and different lengths/prices. Which did I want? Err, no idea. Paid £50 for one hour relaxing massage.
I was assigned Evelyn (I think), half Italian, half Russian, tall, blonde, statuesque, big tits, probably mid-30s. Very cheery and friendly, and escorted me down the lethal narrow stairs.
Usual routine: got fully undressed, lay on the table and she returned. “Oh good naked. I like your bum,” she says. Gets to work on the left leg, gently massaging with oil. Asks me to spread my legs “I won’t touch you,” she says, adding “unless you want me to”. I reply: “Only if you want to.”
For 20 mins she moves round my body with general chitchat though without any CC swipes, but then says: “Can I ask you something?” I’m not sure where this is going, but I eventually I agreed she can. “Do you like some fun with your massage.”
Long story short: she asks me what I pay. I replied £20 for HJ. She counters with £40 for topless or £60 for B2B. She’s clear there’s nothing else, but later mutters about regulars can get more, a line of inquiry I didn’t pursue. I agreed to £40 for topless. CCs start now with a tickle of my bum… when I sighed with pleasure she then offered prostate massage for an additional £20. Why not…? She put on a thin glove, telling me what she’s doing, and spent a good 15 mins massaging in there without going unpleasantly deep. During this I hear about how she hasn’t had sex for 5 years, what happened once when her period started, and other tales.
With about 20 mins to go she suggests I turn over, she removes her top. Her tits are a good handful and all natural, but her nipples are sensitive, so I had to caress around them. I stroked her bum/pussy but she was wearing very thick tights and they weren’t budging. There was quite a bit of ooing and ahing (from her) and some excellent edging, which after the prostate massage led to an intense orgasm only slightly spoiled by some hammering (as in building work) from another room… apparently new massage tables were being assembled, wider than the current ones and ideal for B2B, she says.
Evelyn asked me to get the cash while she ran the shower, that way she could leave me to dry/dress in my own time. At least the shower works, is warm and the gel is in an accessible tray and not on the shower floor!
On the way out I passed one of the workmen who is assembling a table, who surely knows what’s going on. In reception another bloke was checking in with a petite Asian girl I hadn’t seen earlier.
In summary: great to have a European girl who knows what she’s doing, isn’t bored and is a looker. Did the massage remove any knots? Not at all; it was at best relaxing not therapeutic. Would I return? Yes, though I’d like to go to place that is a notch smarter/more luxurious, even if it means paying a little more. Total damage: £50 (entrance); £40 (topless); £20 (prostate). Total £110, and I was there the full hour.
