Disappointing SPA action in west Delhi
I am a regular lurker on this forum and decided to take the plunge.
Booked a slot for a nearby why spa.
Reached there, receptionist was hot, she asked me to get into the room. Therapist came and asked to change and left.
I didn't wear the disposables and lied down with a towel.
The NI therapist Ms. A came, she had a nice figure, full, tight body and perky tits.
Started the massage, and it was an amazing massage, very relaxing, then she realized that I ain't wearing it, I said I ain't comfortable in it, she made a face and said she ain't comfortable without it. That was the sign of things to come.
All through the massage she carefully covered my areas and barely touched them, I had to ask her for a bum massage which she did reluctantly.
The upside was that the massage was real relaxing and nice.
But due to her attitude, I never felt like asking for extras and she also didn't say anything about it.
I took the shower and returned, disappointed.
So, I want to ask the seniors, should I have asked for extras, even though there was no indication whatsoever that she was interested at all.
The room was nice with attached bath, but she didn't lock it. The lighting was very dim, almost darkness, the oil used was good, aromatic.
Damages: 1500 counter charges (didn't pay any tip).
WIR: maybe, if only to get the good massage.
Saket Gulabbo Delhi winter
My fellow adventurers – One is about 5 weeks old.
I was at the malls in Saket catching a movie with a friend and his girlfriend. The movie finished and we grabbed some quick rolls from a popular joint right behind the malls.
Now there is something decidedly sexual about a woman (his girlfriend) grabbing a roll in both her hands and putting it in her mouth, and then wiping some oozing chutney from her chin. To make matters worse, she has these full lips that have been driving Punjabi men crazy for generations. But bros before horses, so I decided to keep the temptation in check and only checked out her stocking clad shapely legs and tight ass just once.
The next natural thing happened. I found myself horny and in the mood. So I bid the lovebirds goodbye and looked up the nearest Spa on JD. Found one, let's call is S spa in the adjacent mall.
As I was walking there, I called and asked my patent question 'Russian therapist hai kya?' (Do you have a Russian therapist? The male voice answered in negative. I hung up and reached the place.
This Spa is right next to one of the entrances. I walked in, and engaged the man on the reception. He was tall with curly hair and his first question to me was "aap massage logey yaa?" (Do you want a massage-massage or? He left the question incomplete, waiting for me to fill in the blanks. Frankly, I was caught a little off-guard by his directness and gave a vague answer, which in hindsight was very foolish of me. There was another woman sitting on the reception with highlights in her hair and grapefruits. She was on the phone but looked delicious. I don't think she is a therapist though. The tall man then asked me whether I wanted NI or NE. By this time, I had shaken off the awkwardness and told him to make a recommendation with my best naughty smile.
I was escorted to a room while he sent someone to summon a therapist. It turns out that the same owner owns a slightly more expensive spa within the same mall and they share therapists. Or so he gave me to understand.
Now, I want to detract from the main story for a moment to share a boring but relevant fact that this was an exceptionally cold evening in Delhi. And the walk from the adjacent mall to this one had me shivering. Now back to the story. The room I was escorted to was touching the glass façade of the mall. There was a heater on, but suffice it to say that the room was really uncomfortably cold. I took off my trousers and then decided against taking off my jacket and muffler till the room warmed up a little.
So I was sitting there looking like a semi-naked Kejri when the therapist walked in. Let's call her Gulabbo (now, this is a fictitious name, and there is no resemblance to a person living or dead – so please don't lose it just yet).
Now Gulabbo had a pleasant face, a full figure with medium breasts and a nice ass. She realized that the room was cold and suggested I take a hot shower first. But I was too horny and too much of an eager-beaver to delay action by another 10 minutes. So I told her not to worry as I will get warm soon. Off came the clothes and the massage started. I asked her about the therapist-sharing arrangement with the other spa, about where she is from etc. The massage itself was very good with adequate focus on stress points. She was well trained and strong. However, the erotic touches were missing so I steered the conversation towards extras and the johns that come in typically.
I should also point out that the heater was not doing its job, or maybe the room was just too cold for a heater that size. But I was literally freezing – in fact often my legs were involuntarily shaking and I could really kill for some physical body rubbing action.
She quoted a price that I thought was, to put it moderately, gentrified. 2 k for HJ. 8 k for B2B.
I was desperate and really wanted some loving, but there was no way I was going to shell out anything over 500 for an HJ. To justify 8 k, she would have had to summon Jesse Jane herself. I tried to play it cool, and told her that it was too expensive for me and that I'd rather just have the massage. I had found her to be very well informed compared to the average spa girl, and we talked of all things strange and wonderful – Paris, my semester there, her wish to see more of the world etc. My hope was that she would come around as the massage progressed, and reduce the prices to a somewhat affordable level. I am never one for ruining the market, but I was desperate and would have gladly paid 4 k for a B2B+HJ.
The thing is, she didn't even bring it up and with 15 minutes remaining, when I brought it up again – she stuck to her guns. It was most disappointing especially given the candid question I had been asked at the reception within 10 seconds of entering.
Anyhow, the massage concluded, and upon gathering the broken pieces of my heart, I consoled my blue balls and walked into the cold.
Damages: 1800
Gulabbo:
Face: 6/10
Figure: 7/10
Attitude: Friendly, but not budging.
WIR: Not unless they get Russians!