It was a long, boozy lunch in October and the clocks were striking 16. With chin nuzzled into breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, I happened to find myself slipping quietly through the doors of Athree.
I had been considering a visit for a long time, but was always put off by the lack of recent reviews, the mixed old reviews, and the yellowed, grotty pics on their gumtree ads.
Nothing like copious amounts of wine to help overcome such inhibitions on the spare of the moment.
Location & Venue
Row of shops on Goswell Road. Fairly busy location with lots of traffic and people going about their business. Two ladies working, no other punters.
Quoted £40 for 30, then shown to the room without having yet paid and instructed to get ready. As she left the room, asked if it was my first time here to which I obviously responded “no”. (Narrator: he lied).
The room was clean, quiet warm & comfortable, with a good shower.
It was only when I got onto the bed, face down in the hole with a towel lazily strewn over my arse that I realised I was steaming and wondered wtf I was doing here.
Masseuse
She returned to the room, asked if I could pay now. FFS, why didn’t you ask at reception. So had to get up, awkwardly, go fishing for cash then resume the position.
Probably mid-late 30s, very much on the larger side, with pendulous breasts. Pleasant girl, didn’t catch her name but she was the taller and larger of the two working that day.
Massage
She enquired about desired pressure. Opted for firm and after a minute or two of dry pressure on the legs asked if she should remove the towel. Yes please. No need for WSWS here.
Mixture of dry pressure, stretching and a bit of oil. Technique seemed pretty good, although didn’t have much of a chance to assess given it was only a 30 min run. Wasn’t long before being asked to flip.
Extras quoted at £30 HE, £50 topless & tit sucking, £100 b2b. Offered something at £120 as well but didn’t catch it and didn’t enquire. Get the impression more is on offer here.
I had £40 in cash left so, having declined her offer to do a bank transfer, agreed £40 for HE and some tit action without sucking.
Asked to pay now… FFS.
Took a while to get the wee fella going, good technique with lots of access to the chebbs. Lovely big pair, small nipples, stuck to her guns about no sucking. Good technique building to a nice finish, cleaned up, showered and out into the gloomy afternoon.
Conclusion
Turns out a massage feels even better when you’re drunk. Not sure how much that is influencing my recollection, but it seemed dowhere near as grotty, dirty or seedy as I’d imagined. The girl was pleasant and I got what I needed.
Would I return? Yes, next time I’m in the mood for some South Asian mangos I’d return for a more sober & objective assessment.
