Address: 8 King St, Kettering NN16 8QW
Phone: 07429 598994
No website I'm aware of.
Happened within the last month. This is a bit of a funny one - not amusing, just funny - so I'll keep it brief.
Popped in on a whim, actually caught the mamasan after she had just seen off another punter at the door. Ushered into a room and paid £30 for an hour massage. Stripped, assumed the position with head in hole, and the same formidably-built mamasan returned to do the massage. This was a decent-strength full-body affair with oil at points and hints of Thai-style hand and foot massage. A bit of a mixed bag but pleasant enough, not much sensuality, but a few roaming swipes to the inner thighs that got me decently erect. Not much sensuality on the flip and my boner waned accordingly. The masseuse made no moves towards any intimate areas and also didn't mention extras, and as by this point I was barely in the mood, I decided to be stubborn and not ask about extras either. A final bit of massage, she drummed her fists on my shoulders and chest, and that was that. She barely spoke to me from that point and didn't see me to the door.
Despite leaving rather blue-balled I found the situation a bit comical. Perhaps my fatal mistake had been answering truthfully that I hadn't been before, as I know that's the code for "are you aware we do extras". Still, the rest of my demeanour should have suggested I was open to the idea - I was in my birthday suit from the outset, fairly vocal about what felt nice and made appreciative noises when she massaged near the tackle, and I declined a towel on the flip. Not sure how much clearer I could have been without pointing to my knob and saying "oi Love, pull on that". This is absolutely not my first rodeo when it comes to getting massages, but the first time I've not been asked the question.
For £30 it was a good value legit massage so I don't feel particularly aggrieved. If I ever return I'll try to be even less subtle and see where that leads me.
