I've had very positive MP experiences over the last couple of months, but that's mainly because I've been playing it safe -- seeing some of my regular favorites, only venturing away from them to try well reviewed girls. So it was time to take one for the team....
When I saw an ad in the local paper for Alla Massage, 1392 Jean Talon East. which advertised a special for $25 a half hour, I figured I didn't have much to lose. I think the ad said something about pretty young Asian girls, and that's usually turned out pretty well in the past. I went to the web site, www.allamassage.com, and it was a pretty cheap looking site (at present it's unavailable because of exceeded bandwidth), and there were pictures of pretty Asian girls, all obviously taken from some other sites. My expectations were not high.
On Saturday I had a free moment in the area, so I stopped in. I took the elevator to the 3rd floor. There was an old Vietnamese man waiting at the door, and I wasn't sure if he worked there, or was a client. Turns out he was a client waiting to be let in. A plain looking Chinese woman in her 30's opened the door and the old man and I went in together. In that no-nonsense, no-pretense-of-service-with-a-smile manner you can get in most Chinatown restaurants, she asked each of us how much time we wanted. We both took a half hour, and she asked me (not him) if I wanted a table or a bed, a table $25, bed $35. I said table would be fine. She said pay now.
I bid adieu to my fellow pervert, and was led to the room immediately behind me. It was a small room with just enough room for the table and a corner shower unit. The floor was carpeted, so of course the room smelt damp. It looked clean however.
I went in the shower, where the sign above the lever said "hot water left", so I turned it all the way to the left and waited. It was cold, so I waited and waited, but it never warmed up. So I turned it to the right, and alas, the water warmed up. I guess they meant left when your back is turned to the control. Makes sense.
After the shower I lay on the table, my head about 2 feet from the door, and waited. At 16:40 in comes the same Chinese woman that opened the door when I had arrived. Meh -- so much for a pretty young Asian girl. She asked if I wanted soft, medium or strong, and I replied strong. She began a rather more medium massage, and with the cold, methodical brusqueness of someone working on an assembly line. She quickly moved from my back to down to my legs, with some unconvincing teasing around the anus, then asked me to turn over. I was thinking, "time flies", but I look at the clock and it's about 16:47, so it's actually her that's flying.
She asks, "Do you take any other options with me or just the handjob?" I was feeling only slightly less aroused than I did prior to my vasectomy, when the doctor asked if I felt numb enough for him to begin. I looked her over and quickly decided seeing any more of her would not help, so I said no. She replied, "It's 20$ more." She then went straight to my dick. My limp dick. She went at it like it was fully ready - stroking away like a freezing man desperately trying to start a fire with two sticks. She had a dour but determined expression on her unattractive face. I told her to continue the massage a bit first, and she did. It was awful, so when the phone rang and she answered it, it was like a reprieve.
From the phone conversation I learned there were three girls available, beautiful Asian girls from 19 to 23 years; Sara, Grace and Aris (Alice?).
When she hung up I asked her name -- Sara. I looked more closely,and yes, she may have been in her early 20's after all. She was just frumpy and peasant-like, so she appeared older. Oh, and she never smiled.
Sara went back to my dick, determined to do her job. She did it -- I came, half erect, fully unsatisfied. She immediately asked, "You take shower now?" I figured I had 10 minutes left, so I said, "Later. Finish your massage, ok?" She seemed to have no problem with that, and continued with the same brusque, unpleasant massage as before, answering the phone again, repeating the same story of three beautiful Asian girls, while continuing to massage me.
When she hung up I said I'd take my shower now and she said, "Pay now.". I gave her the $20, took my shower, dried off, walked around the balled up toilet paper that she had used to clean me up then threw on the floor, got dressed, and left.
On the way out I met my old friend, the old, toothless Vietnamese man. He tried to strike up a conversation in the elevator, but he seemed to speak neither English nor French, so it was hopeless.
There you go team, that's my story, make of it what you will.
- Felicks
When I saw an ad in the local paper for Alla Massage, 1392 Jean Talon East. which advertised a special for $25 a half hour, I figured I didn't have much to lose. I think the ad said something about pretty young Asian girls, and that's usually turned out pretty well in the past. I went to the web site, www.allamassage.com, and it was a pretty cheap looking site (at present it's unavailable because of exceeded bandwidth), and there were pictures of pretty Asian girls, all obviously taken from some other sites. My expectations were not high.
On Saturday I had a free moment in the area, so I stopped in. I took the elevator to the 3rd floor. There was an old Vietnamese man waiting at the door, and I wasn't sure if he worked there, or was a client. Turns out he was a client waiting to be let in. A plain looking Chinese woman in her 30's opened the door and the old man and I went in together. In that no-nonsense, no-pretense-of-service-with-a-smile manner you can get in most Chinatown restaurants, she asked each of us how much time we wanted. We both took a half hour, and she asked me (not him) if I wanted a table or a bed, a table $25, bed $35. I said table would be fine. She said pay now.
I bid adieu to my fellow pervert, and was led to the room immediately behind me. It was a small room with just enough room for the table and a corner shower unit. The floor was carpeted, so of course the room smelt damp. It looked clean however.
I went in the shower, where the sign above the lever said "hot water left", so I turned it all the way to the left and waited. It was cold, so I waited and waited, but it never warmed up. So I turned it to the right, and alas, the water warmed up. I guess they meant left when your back is turned to the control. Makes sense.
After the shower I lay on the table, my head about 2 feet from the door, and waited. At 16:40 in comes the same Chinese woman that opened the door when I had arrived. Meh -- so much for a pretty young Asian girl. She asked if I wanted soft, medium or strong, and I replied strong. She began a rather more medium massage, and with the cold, methodical brusqueness of someone working on an assembly line. She quickly moved from my back to down to my legs, with some unconvincing teasing around the anus, then asked me to turn over. I was thinking, "time flies", but I look at the clock and it's about 16:47, so it's actually her that's flying.
She asks, "Do you take any other options with me or just the handjob?" I was feeling only slightly less aroused than I did prior to my vasectomy, when the doctor asked if I felt numb enough for him to begin. I looked her over and quickly decided seeing any more of her would not help, so I said no. She replied, "It's 20$ more." She then went straight to my dick. My limp dick. She went at it like it was fully ready - stroking away like a freezing man desperately trying to start a fire with two sticks. She had a dour but determined expression on her unattractive face. I told her to continue the massage a bit first, and she did. It was awful, so when the phone rang and she answered it, it was like a reprieve.
From the phone conversation I learned there were three girls available, beautiful Asian girls from 19 to 23 years; Sara, Grace and Aris (Alice?).
When she hung up I asked her name -- Sara. I looked more closely,and yes, she may have been in her early 20's after all. She was just frumpy and peasant-like, so she appeared older. Oh, and she never smiled.
Sara went back to my dick, determined to do her job. She did it -- I came, half erect, fully unsatisfied. She immediately asked, "You take shower now?" I figured I had 10 minutes left, so I said, "Later. Finish your massage, ok?" She seemed to have no problem with that, and continued with the same brusque, unpleasant massage as before, answering the phone again, repeating the same story of three beautiful Asian girls, while continuing to massage me.
When she hung up I said I'd take my shower now and she said, "Pay now.". I gave her the $20, took my shower, dried off, walked around the balled up toilet paper that she had used to clean me up then threw on the floor, got dressed, and left.
On the way out I met my old friend, the old, toothless Vietnamese man. He tried to strike up a conversation in the elevator, but he seemed to speak neither English nor French, so it was hopeless.
There you go team, that's my story, make of it what you will.
- Felicks