This one: http://newyork.craigslist.org/stn/ads/1561786514.html
Grand opening!!!
Nice and young staff!!! Clean private rooms!!!
Come and let our staff pamper you. Treat yourself to a relaxing full body massage!!!
You won’t be disappointed..
Call for appointment … 718 808 5223
10:30am – 9:00pm 7 Days
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I don't know the name of the place - let's call it Eastern Asia Garden Spa since chances are it includes two of those words, at least. Walk in to the place and up the stairs - met by a young Asian girl with excellent English who sadly wasn't my masseuse. She leads me to a nice room with an actual door and tell me to hang my clothes in the closet and that Candy would be right in. Collects the $60 fee and is gone. I took the name of "Candy" to be a promising sign since, come on - an Asian named Candy just HAS to come across with the goods, right?
So I strip and lay down and Candy comes in directly. She's a not unpleasant looking Asian lady in her late 30's with a great attitude and a pretty smile. Sign #2 that this was going to end well for Ol' Herm was the running of her fingertips across my ass as she asked how I wanted it. I opted for soft since I realized in my few visits to these places that no one really knows a freaking thing about massage.
The massage was actually kind of nice and relaxing and I didn't walk out with a raging headache as I did in my previous two encounters at a different place. Then the light touching starts and then the flip and then it gets....different.
I ask her to get naked or at least lose the top for the fun part of the massage. Once I convince her I'm not a cop, she explains that she has to be able to get her clothes on fast in case the boss comes around. Seemed odd but whatever. so she lifts up her shirt and pulls down her pants like a 11 year old playing doctor in her parent's basement and shoves my hand into her crotch and proceeds to yank me off while grinding against my hand. I ask if Billy Joel was in town and indeed, he was and in an outdoor arena, too. 100 bucks for a seat. She proceeds with a really pretty decent beej after securing a promise not to CIM. I'm cool with that and short while later my knuckle babies are deposited in a kleenex.
This is where it gets...wow...
So I figure this little party is over and while were making small talk, I hop off the table to get my clothes and get dressed. Candy grabs my unit and pushes me back down on the table. I try to explain that I was done but God love her, she'd hear none of it. Again, she yanks down her pants and straddle my hand again while she proceeds to give me a really, really good handy. Now, I'm thinking this isn't going to happen since I just launched 5 minutes ago and figure I'll just relax and enjoy. Holy crap I came again in about 2 or three minutes. Holy shit.
And this is where Candy cemented her position in the pantheon of good girls. She wipes off her hands, smiles, says "yaaaaay!" and gives me a high five. I got a high five from a massage girl for my second cup in ten minutes. How freaking cool is this chick?
She then proceeded to proceed with the massage, working my upper body and legs like a pro. The session ended not when she said, but because I just had to go. I think I must have been there about an hour and a half.
All told, I walked out of there 2 loads and $160 lighter but wow, well worth it.