Posted about Wen / Wed before
[QUOTE=Backrub321;4829050]Went to Wen / Wed whatever it's called today (31X C Maple in Vienna).
Mama, I guess, was at the desk when I came in. Surprised by the setup. Not a 2-door system. I tell her an hour and hand over the. 6. Unfortunately, she came in for my massage. Not my type at all. Sprayed alcohol on my hands and hers and gave me a paper towel to wipe my hands on.
I heard another monger come in right after and the phone was busy, too. Guessing there was one other provider working. She started immediately on soft touch, grazing the boys, and I knew I wasn't going to get a decent massage. Long soft touch for about 20 minutes, flip, and negotiations begin, causing me to lose interest. Agreed on. 8 for CBJ of course, she said didn't have change, and I didn't plan well, so it cost me. 9.
She dropped her mask, raised her top and got to work. If it wasn't the worst BJ I've ever had, it's in the top 5. Twice she stopped, stood up, and spit on the carpeted floor. (That was pretty horrifying, and I slid off the foot of the bed to put my shoes on at the end.).
Deed done, a little more massage on the front of my legs and I was probably done at:40-:45.
Dressed, she brought a water, opened the door, and there's the other monger, in a towel, right in front of me, being led to the bathroom by the other provider. I spun back into the room for a minute until he was gone, then went to head out where what do I see but yet another monger sitting in the lobby waiting his turn. No attempt to isolate mongers from each other.
Between the close calls with seeing you guys, the bad work, and the spitting on the carpet: 1. 5 total damage and will not repeat.[/QUOTE]The sheets were stained and littered with pubic hair. The place looked like basic hygiene didn't exist. I walked out before letting them even lay a finger on me. I'm glad I didn't miss out on anything. Hope you showered twice after.
There's a another spa on 307 located in the building next door. Compared to Wed it's a palace of a place.
Tara Special. Just How Nuru?
[QUOTE=Asphalt;4826314]Beware, it doesn't say she does nuru, is says she uses nuru gel. I'm not sure she would get the full slip and slide.[/QUOTE]That is an excellent point. I found KK's seaweed-gel offering, while quite enjoyable, was not the full Nuru experience. (She made that clear right from the get-go.) Might be true of Tara's premium offering, but that's definitely a full-Nuru price point. Hopefully, an intrepid gent will find out soon and share with everyone. Perhaps I will be the trailblazer. (Still debating.).
Meanwhile, just down the road
[QUOTE=Backrub321;4829050]Went to Wen / Wed whatever it's called today (31X C Maple in Vienna).[/QUOTE]I've been working from home while this quarantine has been going on. Due to the nature of my job though, I am required to travel to various offices around the area and this was the case this past week. I found myself close to the Maple Avenue area of Vienna also. There was a Chinese spot that I went to a few months ago that was really good. I got a great massage and a nice tugger there. Unfortunately they weren't answering the phone yesterday. A quick check of RM and no other real in depth research shows me that another establishment is very close. That establishment is I Spa.
I walk through the front door of the place and I am welcomed by the clang of what sounds like $593 worth of wind chimes hanging from the door knob. In hindsight I now know that the sound of those chimes were my audible cue that I was being whisked away to another realm. That door was like the door to the wardrobe leading to Narnia, although this place wasn't near as magical. The front door opens to a staircase. I ascend and I'm greeted at the top by two things.
The first thing I'm greeted by is the potent smell of recently cooked Chinese food. The second is a woman in her mid to late 50's who looks like the comic book version of the Joker. This lady was thin, gangling, had messy, stringy hair that was half pinned up and had a big Joker smile. She tells me that I can only have a hhr and leads me to the room. I pray she is mama. The room looked like the set of every crime scene from every "a hooker was strangled to death in this room by her panties" movie ever made. Dank walls, carpet, the room is lit up by red lights, and there is a couch in the room that was probably a prop from CSI SVU. The couch is old and covered in an old grubby sheet with an even grosser throw pillow. The massage table however is clean and smells of detergent.
In returns The Joker. But not going to lie. The Joker gave me a pretty good massage. She's decently strong and has good technique. She's nowhere near as good as the elites in the area, but she's good. Speaking of butt, The Joker began to tease there and do the ball and taint dance. I am hot toweled and flipped. She tickle teases the front with emphasis on my bozack and despite the view being lackluster I'm ready to go. She proceeds to give me a really nice Hugh Jackman. I place a hand on her ass but then quickly remove it. If I wanted pancakes I'd be at Cracker Barrel.
Eventually I shoot ropes everywhere and then The Joker got weird. She brought paper towels over to the table after grabbing lube for the tugger. But after I popped, she has the big Joker smile, grabs the pop with her finger tips and says "wow you shot X times" and picked it up off of me and played with it with her fingers for a few seconds before cleanup. Now, if one of the angels from the Hall of Fame would've done that would I have been weirded out? Maybe not. I may have gotten even harder and asked for another hhr. But her doing it with that Joker smile and face, in that generic, Netflix crime scene reenactment setting, convinced me that the food I smelled as I walked in was the last monger that visited 8 MM Narnia and I needed to go before The Joker realizes that she'd like to know what burly mulatto tastes like covered in Kung Pao sauce. I got up to get dressed and she told me I could sit on the couch that looks like it's covered in HIV and COVID-19 to put my shoes and stuff on. Little does she know, you couldn't pay me to sit on that couch. Well maybe you could. But it'd have to be enough to cover my inevitable clinical fees and buy a new project car.
If this level of vice sounds like your cup of tea, "I Spa Vienna" is the Google search and I paid 4 house and 4 to The Joker. Stay safe brahs.
Frankie.
Sheets and towels were clean
[QUOTE=GripNSip;4829686]The sheets were stained and littered with pubic hair. The place looked like basic hygiene didn't exist. I walked out before letting them even lay a finger on me. I'm glad I didn't miss out on anything. Hope you showered twice after.
There's a another spa on 307 located in the building next door. Compared to Wed it's a palace of a place.[/QUOTE]I've been back to that one before 3-1-1 C did have a clean "disposable" cover (the kind with the slit cut for the face hole), and I was definitely the first to use it (I hope it was changed out for the monger in the lobby) The towel was clean, too.
Hell yes I showered twice afterward. Disinfected the car, too.
