This was a recent meet.
External Link/Members OnlyComms: Booked via txt and was easy and straightforward.
Venue: Drab and dingy shop near the corner of Nell Lane/Mauldeth Road West. Had to ring the bell when I arrived, but the door was opened quickly, although I soon wished it wasn't opened at all.
Her: I didn't get her name, early 40's at a guess, not unattractive, but hardly a model either. She was friendly though, but her English was very basic and I found it difficult to communicate with her. at times
Service: £30 Half-hour massage and £20 HE - £50 in total
The massage wasn't good, a few random rubs, here and there which did nothing for me at all. Instead of the normal relaxing music, the room had a radio which blasted out, at times, hip-hop and the like. Maybe I'm old-fashioned, but I find relaxing to Tupac impossible!
When she asked me to turn over, she pointed at Mini-Me and asked if he would like a massage too. I foolishly said yes, even though I should have walked instantly, but I was there so might as well get what I went for. She agreed on £20, but made me get up and give her the money right then, which always annoys me, as it kills the mood somewhat. I handed over the cash and got as comfy as possible then she preceded to administer the HJ. It was ok, at best, but she was looking at the screen which showed the CCTV footage the entire time. She probably did this while I was face-down too, hence the piss-poor massage, but I digress. She evenetually finished me off and cleaned me up with a paper towell which had similar properties to a fine-grade sandpaper.
To make matters worse, the room reeked of damp so much, I kept expecting "Rigsby" to barge in and ask me what is going on!
Return? Not even if it was the last place in the universe!
