£50 for 60 minutes with no extrasExternal Link/Members Only Comms: 7/10 A few aches and pains and nothing to lose rolling the dice with this recent find. Comms via WhatsApp answered promptly to begin with, albeit multiple "security code changed" notifications. I tried to play it cool and legit.
Girl: 8/10 It's the girl in the pictures, late 20s, 5'4"ish. Hair tied back, size 10 but dressed in spa tunic and trousers that hide her shape. Not chatty but not aloof. Hard to say her standard of English based on half a dozen mumbled sentences. I've kept her name out, as on balance, I think she's legit only. You might work it out from their gallery but you might not be right.
Location: 7/10 They tell me of two nearby car parks, via a map image with squiggles. It's raining when I set off and I'm not confident in the location, so I move on to Stretford Metrolink car park. Their website shows the outside and inside, which is accurate. Its on a busy road and near Stretford tram stop, so hard not to be observed, especially when i was left waiting on the doorstep to be let in.
Meet: 7/10 On time, I'm outside the front door and it's locked. More prompt WhatsApping and it turns out that my SP is overrunning so can't open up yet. It's more than ten minutes when I'm let in and she still isn't ready, as her last client is still getting dressed. By quarter past, she's back and I pay up. I start with £45 for 60 minutes relaxing and then upsell to deep tissue for an extra fiver. Before going downstairs to the room, I'm asked to sit and wait for the last customer to leave.
En route to the room, I see the kitchenette and the back door to the alleged car park. The room is dimly lit, recently furnished and plush. I'm left to undress and shower in an ensuite. The controls and power of which are adequate, at best. I get out and dry, then wrap the damp towel round my waist and hop up on the table. I was hoping for larger flat tables à la Siam but it's a standard hole for my head massage table. It's not covered in paper towel and there's a foam donut for my head, also covered in a towel. It got a bit weird when I lay down, moved my head and saw blood on said towel. I have no idea if it's mine or someone else's.
When she returns, I ask and she says there's a small cut on my forehead, that she tries to stem with wet wipes and swaps the towel before we crack on. It's the thick end of 4.30 by now, but hey ho. We get things going without oil and she uses walking, kneeling and pressing to start with, draped in just the damp towel. There's the standard two footed tiptoe jolts before we get the oil out. Not sure if it's baby oil but I can't detect any smell from it and it doesn't feel greasy. There's a lot of time on my back and shoulders and too much pressure on my spine, not the muscles alongside it, which leaves me tender the day after. Then she starts on my legs, the towel is moved to cover up to the whole of one buttock, and tucked between the two. The touches are confident and almost teasing as each time she pulls and probes into the junction of my thighs, there is attention close to perineum and testes. But nothing direct.
This is repeated on the other side, other than my legs are pulled wider before she starts to improve access. Before starting each leg, she makes a decent job of a foot massage, that feels good. With less than ten minutes to go, I'm asked to turn over. I'm in charge of maintaining modesty with the towel and she offers a pillow. I decline as the donut is fine and tilts my head back to keep my neck aligned. She works from the head of the table on my shoulders, arms and chest and then calls time. She leaves me to get dressed before I climb back up the stairs to leave.
VFM: 6/10 Not therapeutic enough to be a go to for a legit massage. Not playful enough to be a sensual massage.
Would I return?: Yes Not for the Deep Tissue but would try this girl or maybe another on a WSWS basis. Could be a useful pre or post match distraction on trips to the cricket at Old Trafford.
