Thought I'd try another South Shore MP just for the change of scenery. Found the following ad in the Courrier du Sud for Nadya, an independent working out of a basement apartment.
Truth is, she's a businesswoman first, last, and always. Would make an excellent manager of a sweat shop in the third world someplace. She refuses to discuss options till after she's lured you onto the table with gestures full of promise. Then the sting begins. Base massage is 50 for 30 min, supposedly includes HJ. There are only two options: topless HJ for 70, time unspecified (you can touch breasts but only a certain way, hands only, doesn't like her nipples played with, no kissing, tongue), or nude Thai with HJ and limited touching for $100, theoretically for an hour. For $20 more she'll do CBJ, though a pencil sharpener would give better head than Nadya.
I was horny, took the 70 session, but could tell this woman's income goals were more important than enjoying her work. Wish I had not let my hormones overrule that little voice that said, this is going to be a rip-off, get out now....
And "très, très spécial" it was. She is absolutely inflexible on everything. Crappy massage with fingertips, no actual rubbing. Lots of teasing, though, will give her that. No prostate work or anything close to it. At the flip, she continues at her own speed. Any suggestion that she slow down is met with "let me do it my way" (in French, doubt she speaks English). Here's the capper, hadn't seen this in years: When you come, she hands you paper towels, you get to clean yourself up. Scared to death of disease, amazing she doesn't wear latex gloves. Then she says she'll get a wash cloth to do your back, but that's just to get you sitting up so she can move you out faster.
It was all over in less than 25 minutes. Then she stands by the door while you dress, not even a goodbye peck on the cheek.
Worst massage experience I've had in years. Good news in a way, though: she's been in business a year in a marginal neighbourhood, and claims to have a steady clientele for service like this. That means that the average guy on the street can make a fortune selling grape juice as vintage wine.
Will not repeat. AVOID at all costs. Let's not encourage this kind of thing.
Looks: 4/5
Service: 2/5
Attitude: 2/5 (smiles as she's conning you)
Massage: 2/5
Surroundings: 2.5/5
Beauté + caresses, très, très spécial = plaisirs assurés. Privé. Rive sud. 514-295-4023
She has you go to the Taschereau Blvd / Curé Poirier intersection and call her a second time, then she directs you to her place near Victoria and Front. Arrived, she was in sexy negligé, 34C, nice legs, dark hair, little darkened massage room just behind the stairs down from the entry. Nice smile, seemed warm. Maybe mid-30s.
Truth is, she's a businesswoman first, last, and always. Would make an excellent manager of a sweat shop in the third world someplace. She refuses to discuss options till after she's lured you onto the table with gestures full of promise. Then the sting begins. Base massage is 50 for 30 min, supposedly includes HJ. There are only two options: topless HJ for 70, time unspecified (you can touch breasts but only a certain way, hands only, doesn't like her nipples played with, no kissing, tongue), or nude Thai with HJ and limited touching for $100, theoretically for an hour. For $20 more she'll do CBJ, though a pencil sharpener would give better head than Nadya.
I was horny, took the 70 session, but could tell this woman's income goals were more important than enjoying her work. Wish I had not let my hormones overrule that little voice that said, this is going to be a rip-off, get out now....
And "très, très spécial" it was. She is absolutely inflexible on everything. Crappy massage with fingertips, no actual rubbing. Lots of teasing, though, will give her that. No prostate work or anything close to it. At the flip, she continues at her own speed. Any suggestion that she slow down is met with "let me do it my way" (in French, doubt she speaks English). Here's the capper, hadn't seen this in years: When you come, she hands you paper towels, you get to clean yourself up. Scared to death of disease, amazing she doesn't wear latex gloves. Then she says she'll get a wash cloth to do your back, but that's just to get you sitting up so she can move you out faster.
It was all over in less than 25 minutes. Then she stands by the door while you dress, not even a goodbye peck on the cheek.
Worst massage experience I've had in years. Good news in a way, though: she's been in business a year in a marginal neighbourhood, and claims to have a steady clientele for service like this. That means that the average guy on the street can make a fortune selling grape juice as vintage wine.
Will not repeat. AVOID at all costs. Let's not encourage this kind of thing.
Looks: 4/5
Service: 2/5
Attitude: 2/5 (smiles as she's conning you)
Massage: 2/5
Surroundings: 2.5/5