Massage by Kristina from CL
Some days are good, some days are bad, and yesterday was the worst ever.
So the SO is out of town and I tell myself, why don't I give CL a try since I'm feeling adventurous. First mistake, but in between flaggings, spam, flakes, and fakes, I finally settle on this beauty.
Sunday soothing. W4m. 30 (henrico)
Sunday evening soothing touch. Lay back ease your mind and let me stroke your body and totaly relax you. I'm very good at what I do my rub downs are the best. Please be serious and don't waste my time with lots of endless emails if you don't confirm with in 3 emails conversation is over but those guys that are serious and to the point hit me up I'm ready to rub you down all areas of body will be rub down well.
I was a little tight, it was starting to rain, and a massage at that second sounded nice. Through emails I received a pic of a pretty attractive girl and confirmed that I would receive at least topless with roaming. The second I open the door, Kristina starts complaining of rheumatoid arthritis in her legs and how much pain she's in. Her male roommate is in the kitchen as I walk through a completely empty living room, and the house smells of smoke. Once inside her bedroom, she tells me to undress and lay on the towel on the bed. All situated right? Wrong. She counts the donation and immediately walks out to give to her roommate to pick up some things at the store. Seriously? If I knew it was a lost cause from my initial conversation, it was confirmed then. It only got worse from there. She talked non-stop about her pain, not having money, about the cop trying to bust her last week, about her roommate double booking her and him now taking more of a cut. What? I was emailing her guy roommate and not her? I suppose that's why she was still wearing sweatpants and her top and she was still complaining about her pain and not making enough money, and the fact that her two roommates didn't work. WTF! Does it get worse? Yes it does. Well Mr. Massage Booker had double booked me and the second sucker. Unfortunately, I got there first. So while I'm going through this disaster, she is answering phone calls from the second sucker trying to get him not to leave. Mercifully, the massage cums to an anti-dramatic climax. To top it all off, after I get cleaned up and dressed, I ask her where to put the towel. Brace yourself here. She takes it and folds it up and places back on the corner of the bed! Holy Jesus! I need some fcking disinfectant!
She does apologize and says she will make it up to me by giving me half price next time. Needless to say, there is no way in hell that that is happening. So, fellow board members, I hope you've taken note from my adventurous side and maybe evenlaughed a bit. I'm actually laughing myself it was that bad. Feel free to comment and save me from myself next time.
Do we always know what they do when we leave?
[QUOTE=ICantGetNo; 1864050]Some days are good, some days are bad, and yesterday was the worst ever.
So the SO is out of town and I tell myself, why don't I give CL a try since I'm feeling adventurous. First mistake, but in between flaggings, spam, flakes, and fakes, I finally settle on this beauty.
Sunday soothing. W4m. 30 (henrico)
Sunday evening soothing touch. Lay back ease your mind and let me stroke your body and totaly relax you. I'm very good at what I do my rub downs are the best. Please be serious and don't waste my time with lots of endless emails if you don't confirm with in 3 emails conversation is over but those guys that are serious and to the point hit me up I'm ready to rub you down all areas of body will be rub down well.
I was a little tight, it was starting to rain, and a massage at that second sounded nice. Through emails I received a pic of a pretty attractive girl and confirmed that I would receive at least topless with roaming. The second I open the door, Kristina starts complaining of rheumatoid arthritis in her legs and how much pain she's in. Her male roommate is in the kitchen as I walk through a completely empty living room, and the house smells of smoke. Once inside her bedroom, she tells me to undress and lay on the towel on the bed. All situated right? Wrong. She counts the donation and immediately walks out to give to her roommate to pick up some things at the store. Seriously? If I knew it was a lost cause from my initial conversation, it was confirmed then. It only got worse from there. She talked non-stop about her pain, not having money, about the cop trying to bust her last week, about her roommate double booking her and him now taking more of a cut. What? I was emailing her guy roommate and not her? I suppose that's why she was still wearing sweatpants and her top and she was still complaining about her pain and not making enough money, and the fact that her two roommates didn't work. WTF! Does it get worse? Yes it does. Well Mr. Massage Booker had double booked me and the second sucker. Unfortunately, I got there first. So while I'm going through this disaster, she is answering phone calls from the second sucker trying to get him not to leave. Mercifully, the massage cums to an anti-dramatic climax. To top it all off, after I get cleaned up and dressed, I ask her where to put the towel. Brace yourself here. She takes it and folds it up and places back on the corner of the bed! Holy Jesus! I need some fcking disinfectant!
She does apologize and says she will make it up to me by giving me half price next time. Needless to say, there is no way in hell that that is happening. So, fellow board members, I hope you've taken note from my adventurous side and maybe evenlaughed a bit. I'm actually laughing myself it was that bad. Feel free to comment and save me from myself next time.[/QUOTE]That is what I attribute to "educational / research expenses". Good story though.