A cautionary tale about the perils of punting when drink has been taken!
Location: Chinatown,city centre Manchester.
Massage: £45- no extras taken.
Walk in.
I had been for a meal with friends at a restaurant and drunk a fair bit of wine. Not legless but enough to affect my judgement! On the way back home I decided I had time to have a punt. I wandered over to Chinatown,it was 10pm on a Saturday night and was crowded AF. Red Moon and Napa were closed,so decided to give Swan Thai a go.
Battling my way through the crowds scoping the menus outside the various eateries I went up some stairs and rang the bell. I was let in by a chubster in her 40s. She told me that a hour massage would be £50,when she saw that I hesitated in handing over the cash the price was dropped to £45. Dynamic pricing?
Shown to the room and after some waiting bare arsed on the table the masseuse came in. She was wearing specs and had a hair style which reminded me of Velma from Scooby Doo.
The massage started with the standard dry massage through a towel,before going on to an oil massage. It was reasonable,but Velma did not go near my upper legs or arse. About a half hour in,she abruptly left the room with no explanation. End of part one.
Part two. Laying on the table I was joined by the chubster who had let me in. She didn't have any massage skills at all. Rubbing my legs and arse for a bit she told me to turn over. Whilst I was laying on the table with a completely limp dick Chubster tried to sell me extras - £50 for clothed hj or £70 for topless! I didn't bother haggling and she flounced out of the room. Cleaned myself as best I could of the oil and got dressed. On the way out I saw a well dressed woman who I think is the manager of the place. She asked me if I had a good time. When I said no she responded 'Come back again soon'
At least I didn't end up in Tropical Palms!
