"What Ever Happened To?"

[Bamadawg]

What might have become of two of my favorite independent non-Asian massage providers? Suzy used to have an office up north of Garden of the Gods or used her house by the former gravel pit even further north, last time I saw her was 2017. My other fav one was Celeste, Mexican gal in her late thirties lived in an apartment off of Austin Bluffs, across from Doherty. She was a blast but last time I saw her was 2015, tried again in 17 but the hookup went sideways.

[Max #01]

I went to the Wayback Machine and pulled up TOB from 2005. It's still pretty intact.

Main message board: https://web.archive.org/web/20050206....com/colorado/.

Because Escort Ad page: https://web.archive.org/web/20050208....net/colorado/.

And to think I had consenting adult relations with Aussie Adrian, Melissa Sterling (botched her name below) and Sasha. My ATF back then was definitely Aussie Adrian.

[Max #01]

I don't remember how I first contacted them, but I saw several girls in this agency back in the mid-late 90's. I might have even found them in the hotel phone book Yellow Pages. The ladies were attractive and dependable. I remember being on the phone with the owner one night when he told me, "If you're low key and pay your taxes, nobody bothers you. ".

There were some great independents back then as well. I saw someone several times. I think her name was "Melissa Ford" or something like that. She was based out of because but would take working vacations in one of the Nevada brothels.

[DinnerOut35]

Does anyone remember a skinny blonde named Cami that worked in a local strip club? I hooked up with her a few times (even bent her over outside of the club). Anyone ever connect with her or know where she is?

Dinnerout.

[Dr Manhattan]

It's always nice to have a "What Happened To" thread regardless of the city. I spent some in Colorado Springs back in 2000 and this definitely fires up my way-back machine...

Unless it was a fever dream, I distinctly remember a lower-level massage studio, tucked into a Super 8 or Quality Inn off Hwy 25. With its wall-to-wall shag carpeting and dangling beads in the entryway, it already looked like it was frozen in time. When you crept inside, the male owner would seat you in the lobby with what were literally polaroid binders full of women laid out on the coffee table. His little superstar seemed to be a fresh-faced, nicely dimpled blond with a hair-gelled pixie cut. She was cordial, foxy, and did the finger touch body rub in a black cocktail dress. In the closet size massage rooms, 8-5 x11 printouts were taped onto all four walls of the dark and windowless, faux wood paneling walls, imploring the customers to not haggle the girls for favors. I was a good soldier and since I was only visiting, I didn't want to push any boundaries. After my session, the suave and businesslike manager told me he'd welcome any positive reviews about "his girls." It's two decades later, so that review is very late coming.

Long reminisce short, what exactly happened to that sexy little hobbit hole hidden in an off-ramp hotel basement office? Anything beyond the teen tease that somehow lodged itself into my memory a generation later?