REV: Massage parlour tidbits with a twist.....

[Andy J.]

While I hate to stray from my sense of style when it comes to reviews there are a few places I've frequented and thought I might share the wealth. Perhaps you may save a buck or two hundred, perhaps not. At any rate read on and wait for the twist.

Rainbow Massage:

Ive visited this place three times in the past 6 weeks or so. 45 minute sessions costs you $45.00 and to get your dicky sticky generally costs you a buck twenty. Be careful with these ladies, they'll entice you with a soft kiss on the mouth and a sweet little smile and try to jack the price on you but if you're smooooooth like that Carlos Santana song you won't have a problem.

My first visit I saw a girl named Lisa. She's been reviewed a couple of times and the reviews I've found the reviews to be accurate. Her english, like my heart, is broken and I found it a little difficult to understand her. She offers a decent massage that steadily increases into a pretty intense (i found) full service session. This girl is either a very good actress or genuinely enjoys the act of bumping uglies. Her CBJ (ugggh abbreviations again) was slow and through and I found the curves on her body to be near blissful. If you ever find yourself in the Metropolis area with a case of yellow fever drop by Rainbow and see if you can hook up with Lisa. It's well worth it

My second visit was with a young lady named Yi-Yi, or Yo-YO or something. I don't remember her name. What I do remember was the mind numbingly boring 45 minutes with her. Lame massage, worked my wang like she was wringing out a wet towel, so-so body, moaned like a wounded animal during the "act." Sorry guys. Pass on this one.

My last visit to Rainbow was with a girl named Jessie. I was a naughty boy and got tied up in town and missed my repeat session with Lisa so after a scolding from Mama-San I was introduced to Jessie, or Jessica. Either or, I don't recall. Anyways this was an OK session and because of one minor detail I won't be repeating. Jess' body is nice. Milky white skin, long black hair and a pretty smile. Her oral skills are pretty decent and we went from doggie to cowgirl to missionary. Now here's the fucked up part. She climbs off the table and we switch into missionary and she notices something on the condom. "What's this?" she asks. I look down and there's a reddish brown "coating" on the jimmy hat. I know what it is right away, but Jess looks confused..."Is that......BLOOD?" and I'm like "uhhhhh yeah, yeah it is" and so after some "digging" around on her part she comes to the conclusion that she's on the blob and whatever sick, twisted, deranged power that controls the order of things in this universe decided that she should commence said "blob" right in the middle of our time together. Needless to say the wind goes out of my sail and she can tell. She asks if I would like a shower and I accept while she excuses herself to track down those things chicks use for the stuff. On a brighter note we spent the rest of our time in a nice massage plus some. On my way out the mama-san says to me "how was the girl?" and I'm thinking to myself "ohhhh things flowed about just fine" but thought better of it and said simply "the girl was nice, thank you" and was on my way.

Now. My tales do not end there. One would think an encounter with Aunt Flow would be twist enough but I think this one kinda takes the cake. Our last tale this evening involves a massage parlour called Lotus Relaxation in Burnaby. Lotus is right on the Burnaby/Coquitlam border nestled underneath the skytrain line and across the street from an Esso Station. I gotta say this is a pretty nice place. The room I was shown to was spacious with a decent size bed, moody dim lighting, towels are in abundence with music playing in the background. Upon entry I was introduced to three girls. The names escape me (this session occured in February) but the young lady I spent time with was named Faith. Our time together was nice. Faith has a slim but kinda voluptuous body and curly brown hair. She struck me as kind of a party girl. I won't get into details on the service, suffice to say that it was OK and if I may dust off an old chesnut the session was kinda like those .93 cent pizza joints downtown when you've had 10 beer too many...the pizza isn't that great, but then again you're so gone that it's still pretty good. Faith is a nice girl and I liked her. It was one of those sessions where the conversation afterwards is the highlight of the affair. The thing is though, I can get that kind of quasi-intimacy in the line up at a bank or a grocery store, but I digress.

So. During my post-coital time with Faith we got to talking. About life. The city. Whistler, and somewhere along the line I got into mentioning my line of work. I'll be vague and say that it's in automotives and leave it at that. Faith and I got to talking. She got to mentioning her car and started tip toeing around me taking a look at it for her. At the end of our session together I simply stated that if she really wanted me to do any kind of work for her that she could call me. I gave her my number, gave her a nice hug, squeezed her bum-bum and headed to wendy's for junior bacon cheeseburgers. I left it at that. Didn't expect to hear from her, wasn't planning on returning anytime soon. Another crumpled up piece of paper with my phone number on it rotting on the inside of another girls purse. No biggie.

So a week or so goes by. I get a call at work, which is strange because NO ONE calls me at work. I explicitly tell people in my life not to call me at work. I'm walking to the phone thinking someones died and I'm crossing my fingers as to who I'm hoping it is (just kidding) anyways, I pick up the phone and lo and behold it's Faith. I backpedal and remember I forwarded the calls on my cell to work over the weeekend and forgot to turn it off. She's asking about this n that and I feel like a creep for interrupting her but i'm working and it's busy so I ask her to call me later this evening. Evening comes, I don't hear from her, time passes the odd voice mail comes up but she never leaves her number. So TONIGHT she calls my cell again and I answer. I'm balls deep in work again so I tell her "I'll call you in half an hour when I'm done"

I finish work and she finally leaves her number on my voice mail and after two months of phone tag we finally connect. I'm thinking "her car must be FUCKED" and we catch up a bit. Say our hellos and she sez.....

"Come out and see me"

I ask "where?"
Faith replies "I'm at Lotus, come down for a session"
This is one of those moments where if I were drinking milk or pop or something that I would spray it out of my nose. In laughter or surprise, your guess is as good as mine. At anyrate, the silence on the line is short. A millisecond nothing more.
"I'm busy tonight luv. I would but I can't"
Things get all awkward on her end, I hear the phone pass from one ear to the other and some stammering, somthing like "i really need a session" and some other garbled noise.
"I'd love to but, I'm busy as hell these days."
Faith starts talking real fast and says "well let's hook up some time, I'm off at midnight call me then"

Our phone call ends and here's my survey for you eforum.xxxerts. I don't need input, I don't need advice I'm curious to your thoughts. What would YOU do if a girl called your cell requesting you come down for a session? Forget the circumstances. The establishment (if any) involved. We all have call display these days what would you honestly do if a girl you had visited called you back somewhere down the road and requested you come and see her. Would you feel flattery, or would you feel like an ATM Machine.

POst Away.

Mr Blonde.

 

[just being honest]

An ATM machine. For these girls...its all abt business. Remember they are in this kind of work for money and money only.

 

[J-BUS]

>>>>say the wind goes out of my sail and she can tell. She asks if I would like a shower and I accept while she excuses herself to track down those things chicks use for the stuff. On a brighter note we spent the rest of our time in a nice massage plus some. On my way out the mama-san says to me "how was the girl?" and I'm thinking to myself "ohhhh things flowed about just fine" but thought better of it and said simply "the girl was nice, thank you" and was on my way.

Call me sick, but I think that sex on the rag being gross is all in the mind. I've had some good experiences (albeit messy) when the girl was on the rag. Just make sure you don't do VTM afterwards .

>>>Our phone call ends and here's my survey for you eforum.xxxerts. I don't need input, I don't need advice I'm curious to your thoughts. What would YOU do if a girl called your cell requesting you come down for a session? Forget the circumstances. The establishment (if any) involved. We all have call display these days what would you honestly do if a girl you had visited called you back somewhere down the road and requested you come and see her. Would you feel flattery, or would you feel like an ATM Machine.

I would call her back, ask if she needs help with her car, and then offer to trade services. You tune up her car in exchange for her tuning you up. Definitely do it outside the MP and see if you can get more value from the session. I would feel flattered. She obviously likes seeing you. You can control whether you're an ATM machine by not being one . You'll be able to tell soon enough whether she's trying to use you as an ATM machine and if so, then walk away.

Mr. Blonde I'm your newest fan. I like your reviews. I actually read this one word for word.

 

[KuroKitty]

Go see her.

Perhaps she had a slow night and was trying to trump up some business -sure, but the bit about getting off work would indicate otherwise.
Perhaps her car is going to cost alot to fix and she wants to work out some sort of a barter (or a con).
Perhaps she does not know any guys, has your number, and just wants to be social (it could happen).

No matter what her reasoning may be, if it were me - I'd at least go and find out. You have nothing to lose but perhaps some money you would spend on someone somewhere anyway.

 

[Reku]

hey mav, thanks for the props

i've had sex with girls on the rag (they were all girlfriends) and they all claimed it enhances the experience, but doing it with a chick that i've no connection with is just a turn off. to me it's not taboo, i just aint cleaning up the mess

i gotta admit my curiousity is getting the better of me. i'm not interested in doing work swap. im not gonna let a chick use her body to get car work done, that's not how i roll, but i kinda wanna see what she's about. call it a curiousity on the female psyche. maybe i'll report back

 

[Marina V]

>>>i've had sex with girls on the rag (they were all girlfriends) and they all claimed it enhances the experience, but doing it with a chick that i've no connection with is just a turn off. to me it's not taboo, i just aint cleaning up the mess

Yes, it does enhance it! Just make sure you put a towel underneath or some old sheets so u don't mess up your good sheets. There's just something natural about the whole experience that makes it mentally satisfying as well. It's kinda hard to explain. However, doing it with a chick where you have no connection - I can see how that can be a major turn off.

>>>>i'm not interested in doing work swap. im not gonna let a chick use her body to get car work done, that's not how i roll, but i kinda wanna see what she's about. call it a curiousity on the female psyche. maybe i'll report back

Really? I think that is really sexy! A lot of women get turned on watching a man in uniform doing something "manly" that they can't do. For example, Amber watching Rob in Survivor build the shelter is what did it for her! She's going to get her car fixed somewhere and pay for it anyways! Might as well be you in exchange for her services!!! I say go for it man!!!!

 

[ssssss]

Your reviews make for great reading, Mr. Blonde.

That being said, I don't see any big mystery here. She called because she was broke and "really needs a session". The sort of sp that gives unsolicited calls looking for sessions is the very sort that will make a habit of it. Start showing up for sessions because she tells you to and she'll be more than happy to tell you to on a regular basis.

Poor form on her part. The only psyche lesson to be learned here is how ugly things could get if you do show up on demand and then stop. Broke sp who views you as her emergency meal ticket, has your work info and after one session is already ballsy enough to call out of the blue for $$- things could get sketchy.

 

[hockeyguy]

With all due respect TG, I don't think it's poor form. Numbers were exchanged - albeit through Call Display - she's just marketing herself on a slow day - and there are a lot of slow days with all the establishments around now. It happens all the time in this world, only the sex connection makes it look a bit slimy, but it isn't. He can always ask her to stop calling if it becomes a problem.

As for the psyco-drama you allude to, yes it happens on occasion, but is more the exception than the rule, and then only when the relationship has evolved quite a bit further. It's easy to see that one coming though, and I think he's already got a read on her.

 

[iuli]

I would go to see her...buy her a cup of coffee and see what she wants. I got to know a SP this way - she would call me up and want to "see" me but I never went back into the MP - unless I needed to get my weenie waxed.