Was in Barrie today and figured it might well be worth the drive to Vaughan, so I had the opportunity to spend an hour with lovely Angel of HFH. She is a very sweet girl, I enjoyed my time with her immensely. She's very accommodating; responded almost intuitively to my likes and dislikes; threw in a couple of things I hadn't before experienced at HFH but that I found to be real turn-ons. She didn't talk much, which I like. I'm not a big talker on the massage table, and she let the conversation occur at my pace. She gave a nice massage to boot - not firm (fine, because I hadn't asked for firm) but enough that I felt it in a pleasant way. I wrote a recent glowing review of Tarah. To compare the two I'd say that Tarah is perhaps the more "energetic" but Angel the more sensual. A truly fine time in the massage room. But ...
A rare criticism of HFH.
I like HFH. It's becoming my spa of choice when I'm in the area. I've seen four or five of the girls now and have never had anything less than a wonderful time. A note about today, though.
I called just before 11:00 to ask if there were any 1 hour appointments available at 1:30. "Yes," I was told and I got the list, chose Angel. "OK, just call back to confirm an hour before the appointment." No problem. (I live by my appointment book by the way and am a bit of a stickler for time, so my time notes here are accurate.) 12:32 P.M. - I call to confirm a 1 hour appointment with Angel at 1:30. 1:25 P.M. I pull into the parking lot, which puts my entrance to the outer courtyard of the temple at about 1:26 P.M. I'm greeted by Kayla. "Do you have an appointment?" "Yes, my name is ***** and I have a 1 hour appointment with Angel at 1:30." First thing that seems amiss: Kayla looks at Angel's schedule - and writes my name in? I've called twice already and given my name both times. Should it not have been there? Could someone have walked in a minute before me and booked Angel for 1:30? No problem, anyway. I have the appointment. I'm admitted to the inner courtyard of the temple, probably about 1:28 P.M.
I sit in the waiting room. I'm a couple of minutes early - expected to sit for a bit. I watch the hockey hilites on Sportsnet, glance at Maxim and do the normal thing of trying to avoid eye contact with the other shmucks waiting there. 1:35. 1:40. Angel appears. "Is ***** here?" I start to get up. She says "Just give me a couple of minutes." No problem. The 10 minutes so far haven't been a waste. I've seen the other three girls working there. Ivanna - WOW! She really is hot; Mya - WOW! She really is sweet; Sarah - WOW! She really does have big - uh, well, let's just say she has two of them. I sit, I wait. 1:45. 1:50. Have to be honest. I'm getting a bit irritated. If someone had said "Angel's running 20-30 minutes behind," I'd have been fine with that but no one has said a word. By 1:50 I'm looking at the afternoon pass away; have a long drive home; I'm thinking of asking for my room fee back and leaving. Then - 1:51 P.M. - the phone rings. Kayla answers. I hear her say, "Angel's free at 2:45." Huh? It's now 1:51, I have a 1 hour appointment that hasn't even started and someone is being offered a 2:45 appointment? This says one of two things. I'm going to get cut short, or the 2:45 guy is going to be sitting there steaming next. But hearing that I'm committed. I'm not making it easy for this next guy. I'm staying; I'm getting my hour!
1:55 P.M. Angel appears, asks me to come with her. Finally, I'm admitted to the Holy of Holies. She asks if I've been there before. "Yes." "So, you know how things work then." She invites me to take a shower. "I'll be back in a couple of minutes." I shower leisurely (last experience with "a couple of minutes" suggested I had time), soaped myself down in all the right places, came out and dried off. 2:00. 2:05. 2:07 P.M. Angel enters. Right to work.
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A rare criticism of HFH.
I like HFH. It's becoming my spa of choice when I'm in the area. I've seen four or five of the girls now and have never had anything less than a wonderful time. A note about today, though.
I called just before 11:00 to ask if there were any 1 hour appointments available at 1:30. "Yes," I was told and I got the list, chose Angel. "OK, just call back to confirm an hour before the appointment." No problem. (I live by my appointment book by the way and am a bit of a stickler for time, so my time notes here are accurate.) 12:32 P.M. - I call to confirm a 1 hour appointment with Angel at 1:30. 1:25 P.M. I pull into the parking lot, which puts my entrance to the outer courtyard of the temple at about 1:26 P.M. I'm greeted by Kayla. "Do you have an appointment?" "Yes, my name is ***** and I have a 1 hour appointment with Angel at 1:30." First thing that seems amiss: Kayla looks at Angel's schedule - and writes my name in? I've called twice already and given my name both times. Should it not have been there? Could someone have walked in a minute before me and booked Angel for 1:30? No problem, anyway. I have the appointment. I'm admitted to the inner courtyard of the temple, probably about 1:28 P.M.
I sit in the waiting room. I'm a couple of minutes early - expected to sit for a bit. I watch the hockey hilites on Sportsnet, glance at Maxim and do the normal thing of trying to avoid eye contact with the other shmucks waiting there. 1:35. 1:40. Angel appears. "Is ***** here?" I start to get up. She says "Just give me a couple of minutes." No problem. The 10 minutes so far haven't been a waste. I've seen the other three girls working there. Ivanna - WOW! She really is hot; Mya - WOW! She really is sweet; Sarah - WOW! She really does have big - uh, well, let's just say she has two of them. I sit, I wait. 1:45. 1:50. Have to be honest. I'm getting a bit irritated. If someone had said "Angel's running 20-30 minutes behind," I'd have been fine with that but no one has said a word. By 1:50 I'm looking at the afternoon pass away; have a long drive home; I'm thinking of asking for my room fee back and leaving. Then - 1:51 P.M. - the phone rings. Kayla answers. I hear her say, "Angel's free at 2:45." Huh? It's now 1:51, I have a 1 hour appointment that hasn't even started and someone is being offered a 2:45 appointment? This says one of two things. I'm going to get cut short, or the 2:45 guy is going to be sitting there steaming next. But hearing that I'm committed. I'm not making it easy for this next guy. I'm staying; I'm getting my hour!
1:55 P.M. Angel appears, asks me to come with her. Finally, I'm admitted to the Holy of Holies. She asks if I've been there before. "Yes." "So, you know how things work then." She invites me to take a shower. "I'll be back in a couple of minutes." I shower leisurely (last experience with "a couple of minutes" suggested I had time), soaped myself down in all the right places, came out and dried off. 2:00. 2:05. 2:07 P.M. Angel enters. Right to work.
TO BE CONTINUED