Proximity to the office, recent reports that this place has improved and the same generalized boredom and lack of imagination that motivate every trip to a massage place led me to my first visit here recently. If you're looking for something unique and out of the ordinary, keep moving pardner, you won't find it here. What you will find, however, is a spacious, clean spa in a great location with friendly young ladies delivering solid and professional if unexceptional service.
Assuming we're not in an episode of "Monger Design" on basic cable and worrying about color schemes and décor choices, there's really nothing to complain about in the facility itself. The location is discreet and secure. The rooms are large and private. There is both a table shower and a stand up shower. The place is impeccably clean and quiet. The rooms have their own lockers in them so you've got the security of a locker without the privacy issues you get with locker rooms.
I was taken care of by "Candy" (might be "Connie"...sounded like "Candy" but honestly, a lot of things sound edible to me) who is in her late 20's or early 30's, and is attractive, with a nice natural set of C cups. Not a skinny girl and not a supermodel, but far from "thick" and certainly cute enough that you wouldn't have to close your eyes and imagine someone else.
She had an average face but a really great pair of tits that beg to be unleashed and given a good face-to-face meeting...next time maybe. In any event, she was courteous, attentive, and professional all around. Caught a glimpse of one other girl who was slimmer and a little hotter...maybe the time after next time if I get a little quality time with those nice soft titties...and...what was I talking about? Oh, yeah, tits. Breasts. Jugs. Milk wagons. Sweater pillows. Shelf space. Udders. Puffy heaven-sent gifts to mankind. Big, small, medium-size, free-range or pen-raised, damn' ya just have to love tits.
No, wait, that wasn't it. I was talking about a massage at White Mountain, which, if you capitalize "Massage" sounds like it could be the title of a Led Zeppelin album track.
So after a very thorough table shower with realllyyy thourrooouuuggghhhh attention below belt that left me pointing a soapy flagpole skyward...rather than hoist the Korean flag and declare my surrender, however, we moved on to the massage.
Candy delivered a solid, thorough oil-free massage that started a little soft but as things progressed the massage got harder. Her strong hands delivered nothing out of the ordinary, but it was a solid and relaxing rub and before long she was telling my weak ass how "strong" I was and then the lights got dim and as the hard massage went soft my companion Lil Otis did the opposite.
And for the big finish we received...standard Happy Ending service, professionally and competently executed with pretty much no extraordinary anything. Hey - first time at the place, what'd you expect? A surprise re-enactment of "Anal Asians" featuring a dude with the good looks and wit of Ron Jeremy but 10% of his cock size? Really.
The unsurprising happy ending was executed well, though the theatrical heavy breathing was...theatrical. After a good long buildup and under shirt / over bra groping, she finished me off with the professional decorum only the sort of lady who handles oily white cocks for a living can possess.
House fee: 70
Tip: 40
Another handjob at lunch hour: not priceless at all, but nothing to sneeze at.
Nice, friendly, competent professional service in a clean, convenient and comfortable location. For a simple, reliable midtown spot, this is a perfectly serviceable place.
Did I mention those tits?