SS and a happy hour in the Mina
Had an hour or two spare yesterday and took the opportunity to nail the location of SS. Took Mr Shooter's advice and parked right next to the French supermarket so I could stock up on victuals on exit. This also saved me from the dusty footwear.
Immediately found the emporium of delight but was eyed. Disturbingly somewhat salaciously. By a couple of male coiffures in the, ummm, back passage on the way in.
No appointment and so I took lucky dip. Have to say, of the four ladies. Receptionist and three others. That were milling around, I was not very impressed. Still, onward.
The facility itself is absolutely fine, even the heavy drape across the door is, I think, more private that those nonsense ones with a letterbox peephole.
The therapist had the same nomenclature as the diminutive warbler from Liverpool that makes you want to shout. And I reckon she is about the same age. To say that she had lived a life was putting it mildly.
Anyway, a rather perfunctory massage followed and then there was some very tedious negotiation. Given her very limited English. On the extras. I was only ever going to have a HJ just to knock the top off, and then by shutting my eyes and thinking of Natalie Portman.
The pressure was released, I dressed and strolled out, checking the other goods on the way. Spied one who was a passable 6 at best.
So, sorry to [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord140][CodeWord140][/url] on the SS fireworks, but I think I'll stick to the LE Maison the'Or in the future. Unless someone convinces me to given SS another shot.
1 hour massage at 150 chips. HJ for 100.
No Frills AMP. Not the same without Yaya:
After a considerably long Hiatus, the itch beckoned, and I found myself calling and confirming Yaya's availability at the No Frills AMP in Big K. Was very excited since Yaya seemed to be free and available. Having found the place easily, thanks to our ever helpful seniors, I found myself in front of the rather perky receptionist. Alas, my world turned topsy turvy at that very moment. Yaya was gone, back to China, never to return! Recovering from this shock, I asked for Anna, relying on the umpteen reviews. However, she seemed to be busy, and I found myself cursing the receptionist and storming out of the place. However, the receptionist played it smart and convinced me to try out the other flowers on offer there, and I found myself choosing among 4 rather average looking girls. Well, when neither of the girls is known, and when neither of them are great on looks, I did the smartest thing and went for the one with the biggest rack. She shares the name of the flower with a thorn.
A rather decent massage ensued for about 35 minutes. Absolutely no conversation, and absolutely no "playful" touches. The rather playful conversation that could be heard in the adjacent room didn't add to my enthusiasm at all. About 35 minutes into the massage, though, she looked deep into my eyes and inquired if I was interested in the specials. Only a HJ was in offer for the same price that the AMP is now famous for. In fact I started by offering a higher price, but was politely reminded that she will take the same as Yaya, not more not less. The money exchanged hands, and off came the top allowing full access to a beautiful, soft, milky white, all natural rack! And to top it, there was loads of DFK thrown in as well. A very commendable HJ technique, concentrating equally on the stick and the pebbles as well. I played with the awesome mammaries to my heart's content, indulging in some very hot DFK as well. The nether regions, though, remained strictly forbidden. After about 5 to 7 minutes, the one finally exploded, spraying appreciation for a job well done. The Hot towel was duly provided. She took great care in ensuring that I was properly cleaned, and did linger for a little moment at the right places. Junior though, was not done, and he stood rock hard while she cleaned him up. "Not asleep" she remarked with feigned surprise and proceeded to give a few tugs, which only seemed to accentuate the excitement felt by junior. Alas, there was no second coming this time, and I was left to dress up and was politely escorted out to the door with a "Come back soon" message.
All in all, a nice outing. I was super excited to begin with, absolutely dejected to learn that the jewel that was Yaya was no longer there, and left the place quite satisfied in having met a rather promising performer. I am sure I will have many more opportunities to report on her.
Damage: 100 for the house, 100 for the Girl.
Looks: 6.
Body: 7 (rather plump for my liking, but a superlative rack, nevertheless).
Attitude: 8.
WIR: Yes, because I did enjoy the massage. And also because I set my eyes on a stunner on my way out. That one is a must try! Hopefully soon enough.