Massage Parlor Reports

[ExtraFun2006]

Lantern your mailbox is full, would love if you could share name of this spa, tried looking up online but no luck. Also do you think you get FS for $120.

Thanks,

Ok since Joe is calling me a perv, I remembered this situation from back when. I decided to give the lady a chance to rape someone as well so I stopped by her place ready to be raped. Decent massage, . 4 for the house, don't pay more not worth it in my opinion. She massages you a little bit, then she starts sucking bare without even asking how much. I like that rather than going back and forth while I'm rock fucking hard. They start those negotiations when I'm so fucking hard from a little tease just to get my hard earned money.

Anyways after she sucked me I said let's fuck, she leaves the room and gets a condom. Aw fuck I was hoping I could do her bare, probably would if I went there often enough. Anyways good fuck same as the BJ, passionate, I liked her, I think we kissed while fucking can you believe that shit? In an AMP? I paid her another $ after since I was so impressed so 1. 4 out the door is not that bad with bare BJ from an Asian and covered FS. She's a very nice lady, late thirties I'm guessing, her name is Coco I think. Sucked on her titties and my little petey couldn't hold it anymore from all that raping shit. So she raped my little petey good, gave her a chance to have her revenge LOL. I think she lives there at the parlor, I asked if she had other girls but my Chinese is a fucking disaster lately and I couldn't understand her English for shit. I recommend her, she's on Sandhil Rd but I'm sure you fuckers will do your homework and find her by yourselves without PM'ing me. A little bit more than I usually pay but all in all very nice experience. I liked that she goes to it instead of busting my balls for money. Good luck!

http://www.fox5vegas.com/story/37988...massage-parlor

[Johndoe25]

Not going to lie. Looks too good to be true man. Watch for the upsell or the switch and bait.

I will also say, pics are close, but not a match. She is friendly, but YMMV. She is billed as a Tantra provider, so the cost can be a bit higher.

[FunSeeker702]

Will be in your lovely city next week. Have had my eyes on Darla. Anyone have info on her? Thanks!

https://lasvegas.rubratings.com/126474

Not going to lie. Looks too good to be true man. Watch for the upsell or the switch and bait.

[Zman429]

Latin House.

I just got a new phone and I have sadly lost some of my contact phones numbers. I lost my number to the Latin house I used to visit. Can anyone assist me with where (used to be in the Latino papers) I can find a lead. I am super bummed and hope to find them again.

Those are all fake ads.

Did you try mojo I've had good luck there. No fake ads yet.

[HappyValentine]

Latin House.

I just got a new phone and I have sadly lost some of my contact phones numbers. I lost my number to the Latin house I used to visit. Can anyone assist me with where (used to be in the Latino papers) I can find a lead. I am super bummed and hope to find them again.

Those are all fake ads.

[Italian777]

I just got a new phone and I have sadly lost some of my contact phones numbers. I lost my number to the latin house I used to visit. Can anyone assist me with where (used to be in the latino papers) I can find a lead. I am super bummed and hope to find them again.

[TunisIrwin]

Will be in your lovely city next week. Have had my eyes on Darla. Anyone have info on her? Thanks!

https://lasvegas.rubratings.com/126474

[Ddukes]

Went to East Garden Spa because two other places I went to did not work out. Tried to go to One Spa, but I guess I got there too late, saw two asian woman walking out and driving off around 6:30. WTF. Next I headed over to Chinese Spa, got rung in with a buzzer, a busty asian MILF answered but told me she was busy for the next 2 hours. Damn, bad luck. I remembered hearing about East Garden Spa and I wanted to see what all the hubbub was about so I tried it out. Got rung in with a buzzer, good sign! A old asian GILF opened the door. I asked for the one hour, fee was 70, paid it up front. Led me back to the room and I got naked. She came back and it was not long before I was rubbing her crotch and fingering her. Did a sniff test. Not good. Not the worst I've smelled but lets say I would not want to be in crowded elevator with that finger. Did the flip and she made hand motions for HJ or BJ, asked for the BJ. She says BJ 100. Tell her I only have 60, she says ok that works. However, she just gives me a HJ instead. Place has cameras and there is a tv in the room where you can see the hallways, she kept looking up every few seconds to check it which was annoying. Speaking of annoying, she kept getting annoyed at how long I was taking and said for 20 more she would do BJ. Ok deal, so she leaves and brings back a cover and applies it with her mouth. This is probably the one time I was relived I was not getting a BBBJ. She did a great job even with the cover on, but this was still too slow for her. She says "ok you boom boom now fast", she hops on top and slips me in. She as not very tight. Would not let me change position. Was losing the boner at this point from the smell. Had her get off and removed the cover and had her jack me off and blew my load on her tits. Which BTW, had inverted nipples, which kind of was a bummer because I could not suck on them. Anyway, she takes me and does a table shower. The coochie smell I guess triggered my germaphobia and at this point I was worried about getting athletes foot from the bare floor and molluscum from the table shower, two things that have actually happened to me from using table showers a long time ago. I also realize my wallet and phone is unattended in the other room. I finish up the table shower and make sure my shit is there. She says "Ok you give me 200". I'm like. Uhhhh, you said it was 80 for BJ. She argues that 80 was for massage. I correct her and say I already paid you 70 for 1 hour massage and 80 was for the BJ. She tries to grab my wallet and starts saying I better have a credit card to pay the difference. Tell her she's not getting jack and somehow she calms down and tells me to come next time with more. I walk out but its locked and once again she tries to hustle me for money and wants to look inside my wallet, I have to get stern with her and tell her that its not happening and she lets me out finally.

Not a good experience.

[Chojin76]

Before the ex-henderson spa legend was going to cross paths with the freak-machine; possibly the most active no standards having, pro-hoochie loving, brain damaged male sloot in the valley.

Slightly over a year in fact.

I was considering lining her up for my birthday in late July '17 when she resurfaced at China spa. I never went down there. Mostly due to my lack of enthusiasm for AMPs in general, and Maryland Pkwy in it's entirety. I'm a fan of delayed gratification however; and it is said that good things come to those who wait. As it happens, I'm glad everything turned out the way it did. This report will be a great way to celebrate my hundredth post.

I had a devil of a time deciding where to drop this report. She is hard to pigeonhole in this instance. She is asian and appears to be over 40, she gave me incall at her apartment, and the menu was as wide open as can be. There are three other blogs right there. Since her "day job" is techically at a nearby AMP, and since she started me with a traditional massage, I'm putting this here.

During the intervening 12 months, I have received no shortage of recommendations from both board members, and personal friends that neither lurk, nor post here. So, she never fell off my radar. It is no secret that lately her name has become a buzzword around these parts yet again.

I've been telling myself for over a week that I was going to wait out the hype stampede, and hit her up in a month or so. But boredom is a relentless bastard, and convenience is a great motivator. I know them both well in fact.

I was planning on dropping by east garden so that perhaps I could see her in person, and make my own assesment, before pulling the trigger at my discretion. Then I started thinking, and decided I did not want to trek over just to find her absent or unavailable. So I called the number for the spa. As I'm sure most of us do by now, I have a different contact number for her. So, when she answered and mentioned that she was not at the spa, I was a little surprised. There you go guys, another set of digits for ya. Anyway, scheduling was a breeze. Though I was honest & admitted that I had not yet made her aquantance, she was willing to receive me at her place instead of at the spa; after a fashion. Oddly, donation was not discussed. It appears as though she is keeping busy; it would be three hours before I could visit.

Not a problem. I wanted time to get my mind right anyway. I started with some nourishment. Nothing heavy, I wanted to be able to stick and move, as well as go the distance. A banana, some coconut greek yogurt with pineapple, and some iced almond milk. Not the full on eruption mix, but delicious.

Next I stretched, and limbered up. Finally, about 90 minutes out, I decided to meditate, and pray to the god of stroke. Yes, I was taking my shot at the title seriously. I loaded "Fantasy", "Take it to the Limit", "Maneater", "In the Air Tonight", "Witchy Woman", and "Eye of the Tiger" into my media center. I was feeling dangerous, so I set them on repeat AND random. I began my quest for trancendence by becoming one with the void. My only thought and concern was whether or not there would be three feet of Bush under those panties. I emptied my mind, and fed that fear to the flame. It was then I knew it was of no consequence. I lost track of time and space in that trance, but surfaced from my reflection able to attend to my hygeine before I had to dash.

I was in the zone.

As I was preparing to go, it occurred to me that I had forgotten my dickdope. I freed one from the blister pack, chewed that blue devil like a baby aspirin, and gulped it down with some coffee as I made for the door.

She is between Spring Mountain and Flamingo on Decatur. I arrived on time, she was ready and left the door open for me.

When I entered I was pleasantly surprised. She's more attractive than I anticipated. Definitely a petite spinner, and all natural. She was wearing a blood red dress, she looked good. No war paint that I could see, but she appeared not to need any. She smelled good. The pad was clean and free of clutter.

After introductions and formalities, she asked if I wanted an hour or half. After all the hype, I was sure I wanted to go deep. I took an hour, and dropped nine jacksons on the table next to the bed before I excused myself to the bathroom. She said not a word, she didn't blink an eye.

When I returned, she asked me if I wanted a soft, medium, or hard massage. I briefly recounted my experiences with the back-walking rimmer last summer, and mentioned that medium is more to my taste.

I'm not really one for massages. After about five minutes, I usually start thinking about what I really want to be doing, but then I remember the whole delayed gratification thing; and realize there will be plenty of time to step on the girl's face after the flip. That being said, her massage was excellent. Little problems felt like a sausage ready to burst through it's casing when she started breathing on my ear. I flipped over without encouragement, and she offered me her lovely responsive nipples while she was stripper-sliding on me. Before I knew it, I was inside her; and it was on like donkey kong.

Let me stop right here. This one has a reputation for absurd pelvic control. I am here to say that the reputation is well deserved. I have felt it's like; but only once before in all of my days. My only gripe is that like Dana / Summer, her canal is really shallow. Fortunately, that is not much of a complaint in truth.

She is definitely not a clock watcher. She gave me the full hour.

During most of our roll, I wasn't entirely sure if I was fucking her, or if she was fucking me. I gave it to her until my hips felt like they were going to start cramping, then I gave it to her some more. Everything but the kichen sink; I don't mean maybe. I left it all in the ring, we were both slicked with sweat when the final bell sounded. She didn't shy away, or complain once. I shagged her dry and then some, in a futile attempt to get my second one. Though it was no fault of hers, this time it was not to be. Little problems was in beast mode, and was ready to go all night. Everything felt amazing though, an awesome experience.

Amanda 47 Problems 46. By unanimous decision.

Problems trying to bring back the 80's with the Penthouse Forums letters except without staged pics.

Man I remember when magazines would give my puberty driven teenage ass a boner. Now you could broadcast porn in Time Square and nobody would blink an eye.

[Miketastic69]

Before the ex-henderson spa legend was going to cross paths with the freak-machine; possibly the most active no standards having, pro-hoochie loving, brain damaged male sloot in the valley.

Slightly over a year in fact.

I was considering lining her up for my birthday in late July '17 when she resurfaced at China spa. I never went down there. Mostly due to my lack of enthusiasm for AMPs in general, and Maryland Pkwy in it's entirety. I'm a fan of delayed gratification however; and it is said that good things come to those who wait. As it happens, I'm glad everything turned out the way it did. This report will be a great way to celebrate my hundredth post.

I had a devil of a time deciding where to drop this report. She is hard to pigeonhole in this instance. She is asian and appears to be over 40, she gave me incall at her apartment, and the menu was as wide open as can be. There are three other blogs right there. Since her "day job" is techically at a nearby AMP, and since she started me with a traditional massage, I'm putting this here.

During the intervening 12 months, I have received no shortage of recommendations from both board members, and personal friends that neither lurk, nor post here. So, she never fell off my radar. It is no secret that lately her name has become a buzzword around these parts yet again.

I've been telling myself for over a week that I was going to wait out the hype stampede, and hit her up in a month or so. But boredom is a relentless bastard, and convenience is a great motivator. I know them both well in fact.

I was planning on dropping by east garden so that perhaps I could see her in person, and make my own assesment, before pulling the trigger at my discretion. Then I started thinking, and decided I did not want to trek over just to find her absent or unavailable. So I called the number for the spa. As I'm sure most of us do by now, I have a different contact number for her. So, when she answered and mentioned that she was not at the spa, I was a little surprised. There you go guys, another set of digits for ya. Anyway, scheduling was a breeze. Though I was honest & admitted that I had not yet made her aquantance, she was willing to receive me at her place instead of at the spa; after a fashion. Oddly, donation was not discussed. It appears as though she is keeping busy; it would be three hours before I could visit.

Not a problem. I wanted time to get my mind right anyway. I started with some nourishment. Nothing heavy, I wanted to be able to stick and move, as well as go the distance. A banana, some coconut greek yogurt with pineapple, and some iced almond milk. Not the full on eruption mix, but delicious.

Next I stretched, and limbered up. Finally, about 90 minutes out, I decided to meditate, and pray to the god of stroke. Yes, I was taking my shot at the title seriously. I loaded "Fantasy", "Take it to the Limit", "Maneater", "In the Air Tonight", "Witchy Woman", and "Eye of the Tiger" into my media center. I was feeling dangerous, so I set them on repeat AND random. I began my quest for trancendence by becoming one with the void. My only thought and concern was whether or not there would be three feet of Bush under those panties. I emptied my mind, and fed that fear to the flame. It was then I knew it was of no consequence. I lost track of time and space in that trance, but surfaced from my reflection able to attend to my hygeine before I had to dash.

I was in the zone.

As I was preparing to go, it occurred to me that I had forgotten my dickdope. I freed one from the blister pack, chewed that blue devil like a baby aspirin, and gulped it down with some coffee as I made for the door.

She is between Spring Mountain and Flamingo on Decatur. I arrived on time, she was ready and left the door open for me.

When I entered I was pleasantly surprised. She's more attractive than I anticipated. Definitely a petite spinner, and all natural. She was wearing a blood red dress, she looked good. No war paint that I could see, but she appeared not to need any. She smelled good. The pad was clean and free of clutter.

After introductions and formalities, she asked if I wanted an hour or half. After all the hype, I was sure I wanted to go deep. I took an hour, and dropped nine jacksons on the table next to the bed before I excused myself to the bathroom. She said not a word, she didn't blink an eye.

When I returned, she asked me if I wanted a soft, medium, or hard massage. I briefly recounted my experiences with the back-walking rimmer last summer, and mentioned that medium is more to my taste.

I'm not really one for massages. After about five minutes, I usually start thinking about what I really want to be doing, but then I remember the whole delayed gratification thing; and realize there will be plenty of time to step on the girl's face after the flip. That being said, her massage was excellent. Little problems felt like a sausage ready to burst through it's casing when she started breathing on my ear. I flipped over without encouragement, and she offered me her lovely responsive nipples while she was stripper-sliding on me. Before I knew it, I was inside her; and it was on like donkey kong.

Let me stop right here. This one has a reputation for absurd pelvic control. I am here to say that the reputation is well deserved. I have felt it's like; but only once before in all of my days. My only gripe is that like Dana / Summer, her canal is really shallow. Fortunately, that is not much of a complaint in truth.

She is definitely not a clock watcher. She gave me the full hour.

During most of our roll, I wasn't entirely sure if I was fucking her, or if she was fucking me. I gave it to her until my hips felt like they were going to start cramping, then I gave it to her some more. Everything but the kichen sink; I don't mean maybe. I left it all in the ring, we were both slicked with sweat when the final bell sounded. She didn't shy away, or complain once. I shagged her dry and then some, in a futile attempt to get my second one. Though it was no fault of hers, this time it was not to be. Little problems was in beast mode, and was ready to go all night. Everything felt amazing though, an awesome experience.

Amanda 47 Problems 46. By unanimous decision.

Your storytelling makes this a wonderful read. Congrats on the milestone. Keep f*.

[Problems]

Before the ex-henderson spa legend was going to cross paths with the freak-machine; possibly the most active no standards having, pro-hoochie loving, brain damaged male sloot in the valley.

Slightly over a year in fact.

I was considering lining her up for my birthday in late July '17 when she resurfaced at China spa. I never went down there. Mostly due to my lack of enthusiasm for AMPs in general, and Maryland Pkwy in it's entirety. I'm a fan of delayed gratification however; and it is said that good things come to those who wait. As it happens, I'm glad everything turned out the way it did. This report will be a great way to celebrate my hundredth post.

I had a devil of a time deciding where to drop this report. She is hard to pigeonhole in this instance. She is asian and appears to be over 40, she gave me incall at her apartment, and the menu was as wide open as can be. There are three other blogs right there. Since her "day job" is techically at a nearby AMP, and since she started me with a traditional massage, I'm putting this here.

During the intervening 12 months, I have received no shortage of recommendations from both board members, and personal friends that neither lurk, nor post here. So, she never fell off my radar. It is no secret that lately her name has become a buzzword around these parts yet again.

I've been telling myself for over a week that I was going to wait out the hype stampede, and hit her up in a month or so. But boredom is a relentless bastard, and convenience is a great motivator. I know them both well in fact.

I was planning on dropping by east garden so that perhaps I could see her in person, and make my own assesment, before pulling the trigger at my discretion. Then I started thinking, and decided I did not want to trek over just to find her absent or unavailable. So I called the number for the spa. As I'm sure most of us do by now, I have a different contact number for her. So, when she answered and mentioned that she was not at the spa, I was a little surprised. There you go guys, another set of digits for ya. Anyway, scheduling was a breeze. Though I was honest & admitted that I had not yet made her aquantance, she was willing to receive me at her place instead of at the spa; after a fashion. Oddly, donation was not discussed. It appears as though she is keeping busy; it would be three hours before I could visit.

Not a problem. I wanted time to get my mind right anyway. I started with some nourishment. Nothing heavy, I wanted to be able to stick and move, as well as go the distance. A banana, some coconut greek yogurt with pineapple, and some iced almond milk. Not the full on eruption mix, but delicious.

Next I stretched, and limbered up. Finally, about 90 minutes out, I decided to meditate, and pray to the god of stroke. Yes, I was taking my shot at the title seriously. I loaded "Fantasy", "Take it to the Limit", "Maneater", "In the Air Tonight", "Witchy Woman", and "Eye of the Tiger" into my media center. I was feeling dangerous, so I set them on repeat AND random. I began my quest for trancendence by becoming one with the void. My only thought and concern was whether or not there would be three feet of Bush under those panties. I emptied my mind, and fed that fear to the flame. It was then I knew it was of no consequence. I lost track of time and space in that trance, but surfaced from my reflection able to attend to my hygeine before I had to dash.

I was in the zone.

As I was preparing to go, it occurred to me that I had forgotten my dickdope. I freed one from the blister pack, chewed that blue devil like a baby aspirin, and gulped it down with some coffee as I made for the door.

She is between Spring Mountain and Flamingo on Decatur. I arrived on time, she was ready and left the door open for me.

When I entered I was pleasantly surprised. She's more attractive than I anticipated. Definitely a petite spinner, and all natural. She was wearing a blood red dress, she looked good. No war paint that I could see, but she appeared not to need any. She smelled good. The pad was clean and free of clutter.

After introductions and formalities, she asked if I wanted an hour or half. After all the hype, I was sure I wanted to go deep. I took an hour, and dropped nine jacksons on the table next to the bed before I excused myself to the bathroom. She said not a word, she didn't blink an eye.

When I returned, she asked me if I wanted a soft, medium, or hard massage. I briefly recounted my experiences with the back-walking rimmer last summer, and mentioned that medium is more to my taste.

I'm not really one for massages. After about five minutes, I usually start thinking about what I really want to be doing, but then I remember the whole delayed gratification thing; and realize there will be plenty of time to step on the girl's face after the flip. That being said, her massage was excellent. Little problems felt like a sausage ready to burst through it's casing when she started breathing on my ear. I flipped over without encouragement, and she offered me her lovely responsive nipples while she was stripper-sliding on me. Before I knew it, I was inside her; and it was on like donkey kong.

Let me stop right here. This one has a reputation for absurd pelvic control. I am here to say that the reputation is well deserved. I have felt it's like; but only once before in all of my days. My only gripe is that like Dana / Summer, her canal is really shallow. Fortunately, that is not much of a complaint in truth.

She is definitely not a clock watcher. She gave me the full hour.

During most of our roll, I wasn't entirely sure if I was fucking her, or if she was fucking me. I gave it to her until my hips felt like they were going to start cramping, then I gave it to her some more. Everything but the kichen sink; I don't mean maybe. I left it all in the ring, we were both slicked with sweat when the final bell sounded. She didn't shy away, or complain once. I shagged her dry and then some, in a futile attempt to get my second one. Though it was no fault of hers, this time it was not to be. Little problems was in beast mode, and was ready to go all night. Everything felt amazing though, an awesome experience.

Amanda 47 Problems 46. By unanimous decision.

[Zman429]

Texted but no reply. Looks intriguing, someone post if they go here.

Try this one. http://mojovillage.com/adult-18/comp...85-6866_169845 Some of the girls at Asian Palace do.

[URLSurfer]

Used to go this place after some of the Henderson girls moved over after the apocalypse, but stopped after noticing they don't change the towels. Yuck.

Yeah, that is gross.

I noticed that the sheets would not be changed after a massage session. I would be in the room getting dressed and the girl would just straightened up the sheet made to look neat, even with the "mess" I left behind. I thought maybe they ran out of sheets that day, went back a couple of weeks later and the same thing happened again. Never went back to that parlor again. Now I politely insist on new sheets and a towel around the hole on the table as soon as I enter the room. I think they know why I am requesting new sheets and towel because I have not had one girl say no or ask me why. They just leave the room as I am undressing and return with a folded sheet and towel. Damn, for all I know that sheet was never washed just folded up LOL.

And for those wondering which massage parlor it was that didn't change the sheets, it was Flamingo Spa, which closed down about 8 or 10 months ago.

[Throwaway3602]

https://cityxguide.com/escorts/incal...41223-12407714

If so, do they deliver on the BBBJ?

Texted but no reply. Looks intriguing, someone post if they go here.

[Vegas1357]

Spa. Desert inn rd. I have been using this place for the last week and a half now and the don't disappoint. Last week seen Blu again, longtime friend and enjoyed the good fun. Last two time I have seen a lady (Lisa?) in her mid 40's body is very nice, tits and puss. First time was with cover with her, then when I visited the other day, everything was bare, no condom in sight. That's my girl. Took the table shower again, but this time we was screwing on the table shower mat like crazy, I loved it. Then back to the room for less than 5 minute massage. I was wanting to pop again, and she was able to sense that I wanted a second pop. No tips ever discussed before activities were ever commenced. Love that, because we all hate the dreaded mmos killer game of "honey, how much you help me" any ways, got the second pop out of the way. Dressed back up paid my dues at 220 $ I know, but this place is not cheap, higher caliber of lady's here. Then I walked out the door feeling much lighter in my crotch area. Felt great, I was happy. Love this place. I do not participate in the other place in the area call something like flamingo or something. Any ways enjoy these lady's guys. They are here 24 hours a day.

Used to go this place after some of the Henderson girls moved over after the apocalypse, but stopped after noticing they don't change the towels. Yuck.