Woke up a few mornings ago with a hankerin' and, lo and behold, found myself with some spare time. Called a few indies (Lilly and Alea) but neither could take me right away. Took a shot (so to speak) at Roxolanna because, as fate would have it, I was in the neighborhood.
Walked in and it was cold. I could feel my kibbles and bits crawling upward in an effort to keep warm. Not a great start.
The receptionist appeared and she warmed me up. Big smile, friendly face and a nice round butt bobbing in front of me as she led me to the room.
In walks a woman, who knows how old? Late 30s, early 40s. Dyed red hair. Small boobs. I think her name was Alina, or something like that. Nothing special, but she smiled large and made all the right small talk.
She starts rubbing me up. Pretty decent massage, used her forearm a lot and really leaned into the spots that needed kneading. While she's rubbing with one hand, I feel an oh-so-slight tickle around my hip bone, I raise my arse a bit and her fingers snake toward the Bald Headed Champ a bit. Meanwhile the other hand is rubbing up and down my hamstrings with much-appreciated detours along Balzac Boulevard. Nice.
On the flip, she asks if I want options. Standard fare. I wasn't really all that enamoured with her little boobs, so politely declined the topless option and stayed strictly with the Perv on a Budget Tour.
After a pretty good build-up on the massage/tease side of things, I must say I was a little disappointed with the HJ. Pretty speedy with no real variance. Plus, she swung her arse out by my toes in an obvious effort to keep my grubby paws off of her hind parts. Fair enough, I guess.
Luckily, she took instruction and slowed the pace down a bit. Splat. Baby batter everywhere. She cleaned me up, gave me a hug and said she hoped I'd come back. I gave her $20, patted her ass (ha! finally) and made a mental note not to return. Not that it was horrible... But pretty run-of-the-mill.