Synergy, Asian massage with an upsell, of sorts.
After the lackluster massage I got yesterday, (see; BP advertisers) I decided to try another place, this one is relatively new and lists under therapeutic on BP. I'd called a week or so ago, but forgot the fee scale, .6 of 45, .7 for hour, $10 for 1 1/2. I'd asked if an appt was nec and told it was. This time I asked if the had any openings and was told I didn't need an appt just come over. Got there and walked in to a nicely appointed waiting area that looked like a living room, a nice one. No buzzer or anything. The woman behind the desk greeted me and asked if I had called. I told her I had. She asked how long a massage I wanted, I put the. 7 on the desk and was ushered into a room. She turned on some music, a space heater and a towel warmer. I disrobed and lay face down on the table, one of those ones with a hole for your face. She came in and covered me with a heavy towel. She began the massage with some compression working along each side of my back and down to my legs. After a while she bulled the towel down far enough to expose my but and began to apply a cream or lotion. She found every knot, adhesion or whatever in my back, neck, butt and legs. Fingers, knuckles, elbows and I think a Scaloppini mallet were enthusiastically applied. This was a real deep tissue massage. At times the lube would soak in / dry out a bit too much and I could fee the hair on my back pulling. The most pleasant part of the massage was when she stopped. I think she brushed up against my junk once and immediately stuffed the towel between my legs to cover it. After pummeling my back, neck and shoulders, she moved to my right leg. After a few minutes of digging into anything that might have been the least bit tight, I got the upsell."You want more?" How long you want?" Apparently, she had spent so much time on my shoulder and neck that the hour was up. I opted for the 30 minutes. She finished up with hot towels wiping me down thoroughly, (not that thorough though.) I looked at the clock and it was an hour and a half since I'd laid down. I felt like I'd been playing a contact sport as I walked out. Like Judo, where you get slammed to the ground, repeatedly. I will say this, I can now turn my head to the left, which I couldn't do when I got there. I paid the additional. 4 and left a jack for the tip. They gave me a card and told me the tenth visit is free. Not sure I'll ever qualify for that, we'll see. My chiropractor only charges. 50. Seems to be slightly older K girls though the voice I spoke to the first time I called spoke perfect English and sounded young.
Double Report in Voorhees Part I
It's been a while since I had both the time and the money to get back in the saddle. Now I have them. Sunday I met up with some friends of mine for Brunch at the IHOP in Berlin. This did a pretty good of setting my day up for frustration, because they no longer had the promotion I had wanted to go there for and the service was awful (again, I realize this is not a restaurant guide site, it's just foreshadowing of the type of day I was in for). So we ate, went out and did some things (shopping and such) , and then they had some things to do and I took my leave of them, wondering: "What should I do now?"
Well, it occurred to me that there were two massage parlors nearby in Voorhees, and that I hadn't been to either in a long time. I stopped at an ATM and pulled out about 80. I've never been able to get laid at a Voorhees AMP, so I figured 80 should cover me, and if not, I had a few twenties tucked away in my wallet.
I decided to go to the newer of the 2 MPs. I've yet to have a very good experience there. The first time was unfulfilling to say the least, the second time, which I don't believe I ever wrote about here, the girl was a real pain in the ass, giving me a lot of lip, and things got ugly (nobody died or got hurt, but her attitude changed quickly).
I don't know WHY I decided to go back there, except that it was some time ago, and I was sure things must have changed to some degree.
The first thing I noticed was that there sure were an awful lot of cars there when I pulled in. There was still some daylight left and it was Sunday! I was warmly welcomed in by a somewhat attractive (I don't find Asians attractive, so if you do, she was surely a knockout) young girl who led me by the hand and gave me flirty looks to a room where I gave her the standard. 6 and she left me to undress.
Then some old and ugly (though skinny) thing came through the door and asked if I was ready. I asked what happened to the other girl and she told me it's not that girl's turn. I informed her that I wanted the other girl and she started playing "lost in translation" on me. I told her she'd either get the girl for me and go the fuck away, or I'd go get her myself. She crossed her arms and I, bare-ass naked headed for the door and she blocked it saying "Ok, ok, I go get her". Well, she came back claiming that the girl was with someone else now and I walked right out the door, up to the counter, and looked around. Well, I guess she was telling the truth. Ugly came running up with a towel muttering (cursing, I assume) in Korean.
Well, I should have just put my clothes on and walked out right then and there, but I'd already given them my money, and I didn't feel like doing something foolish like asking for it back. So I said fine, let's get to the table shower.
"Oh, you wan taba showa?"
Well I paid for it. Yes, I want it.
"Howbou masagee first." (Can I just point out that I hate "masagee". If you do it for a living, say it right!)
I like to be clean during a massage. How about shower first.
"Sombuddy in'ere arready."
OK, so we wait until they're out.
"Oh, rotta people. Very busy."
(Now I want a refund)
Look, I paid for a massage and a table shower. If you can't deliver that, pay up *****.
"OK, ok, you getta showa, but massagee first."
So I laid down and she started rubbing me. I rarely let them put lotion or oil on me because normally I get the shower first and then I have to put clothes on. So I was clean, now you're going to put this crap on me and it's going to make my shirt stick to my back and shit. No.
But here, I would have a shower before I left. Why not. So I let her put the oil on me and she did a pretty decent rub job on me. All the while, I felt her up, outside of her clothes. She had that uniform on that I've talked about before. The tight black pants with the pad on her panties on her crotch. Some kind of form fitting shirt with a very thick bra. This uniform means the body is basically closed for business. It's not true all the time, but often enough, especially if they don't know you, you ain't getting nothin' buddays.
One thing I noticed, she gave me no problem with feeling her up until I rubbed her crotch. She actually jumped and started scolding me, to which I suggested that her mouth stay shut unless she wanted to engage in fellatio. She didn't.
She kept jumping when I'd touch her there, and she started trying to keep out of my reach which was really annoying me. Finally she had me flip over. This is the point where I usually try to get under the clothes, even if they are in a uniform, because they aren't generally going to be able to make me cum just by jerking me off with nothing else to interest me. I let her know that but she said she knew what she was doing. She got out some oil, I figured that was the really stimulating oil that I've had on me a time or two. I don't like it. For one thing, the orgasm is cheapened. The first time someone used it on me, many years ago, they didn't even need to touch me. She just stood back and whispered a few nasty things and I came. I didn't like that. I also don't like the itch-fest I get if it doesn't get washed off right away. And hot towel doesn't do anything to help.
But this oil was just oil. Might even have just been lotion. I'm not sure. More and more she'd stroke, and more and more she'd put on, to the point where I thought the whole place could hear the "squirt squirt squirt" as she jacked on my dick.
I told her she was going to need help. I had been feeling her up and had swatted her ass when she'd jerked away from the touch of my hand on her pussy. She quit jumping away from me. I started taking her pants down. They were tight, but I got lucky and they slipped right down. She jump again, pulling them up, scolding me, and seeing the look on my face she sighed and lifted her shirt and said "here, you play with these, but no touch down here."
I said something along the lines of "quit telling me what to do, *****", but I occupied my hand with her tit. For a minute.
Then I yanked her pants back down but got a good grip on her leg for when she bolted. She found she couldn't move and I told her to stay right where she was.
"Prease, touch outside on'why"
Sure, I'll touch outside. Your panties.
But within a minute I yanked them down as well. She winced, but she seemed like she was trying to ignore it. I like to make a girl come, even an ugly one, and if I could get working at her g-spot, I knew I'd come buckets as soon as she did. Maybe even before. Her hole was wet and I had an idea that getting pushed around, or rather pushed back, was turning her on a little.
Well she was finally playing the sub, but when I slid that finger in (I figured I'd start with one and see how it went) I thought she would die.
(Hissing)"OUTSIDE! I TELL YOU OUTSIDE"
Look dammit. You are not going to make me come just by jerking my dick. Now if you want to finish the job right, you've only get a few options, short of fucking me.
(at this, she became indignant, the though, that I would even think about her fucking me!)
You'll either have to let me finger you, inside you.
"no, no no no, you can't put in me"
You can blow me.
"brow you?"
Come on, you know what a blowjob is (I mimic someone giving head)
"NO! We no do that here! You." (I don't know what the rest of the gibberish coming out of her mouth was. I didn't care either)
Or you can dry hump me (this required explanation as well, and was summarily rejected).
OK, well, I got news for you, if I don't come, you get no tip.
"I don't care about you tip. You wan tip me, fie, you tip me. You no wan tip me? Fie. You no tip me. I doncare."
Obviously, I just want to make sure. If you don't want a tip, just keep doing what your doing.
"Well, if you no going to come, maybe I just stop"
Fine, is the shower ready? In fact, you can jerk me off in the shower. I'll be able to come in there.
"No in shower! Showa is for showa, no rubbee!"
Are you fucking kidding me? Do you think this is your job? Guy says he wants something, you tell him to go fuck himself? Are you looking to get knocked around or something? Why the fuck can't you jerk me off in the shower? I've had it happen before, I've had it happen when I didn't want it to happen, so why don't YOU want to do it!
"Otha people inna showa."
Just you and me, I hope.
"No, ve'why busy today, I tell you, showa busy. Two people showa at one time. I tell you wait."
(I'd been keeping my voice down at this point, but now I was screaming at her.)
What the FUCK! I'm not getting a fucking table shower with some other asshole in there unless that asshole is you!
"I tell you, you wait, but you no want wait, tell me to stop massagee"
No moron, you stopped, and I let you because you were doing a bullshit job anyway. How many places you been kicked out of anyway? Is this why you're so ugly? You just piss every guy off until he beats you into submission!
(She stopped at this point, considering everything I said, then she totally took me by surprise)
"Maybe you wan you money back?"
(I took a few seconds)
Yes, yes I do.
She walked out and came back with my sixty. I'd never heard of this happening, but giving the circumstances, it was the least she could do.
I did offer her 20 for a tip, not that she really deserved it, but because I felt it would be shitty not to. She refused, which was fine by me. She then rushed me out the back door.
More in a separate report.
Double Report in Voorhees Part II
So, the numbers on the last report:
Looks: 2.
Service: 1.
Attitude: 0.
Cost: 0.
I guess it was worth the price.
Now, I had my money back and lets just say I was rather frustrated at this point, and in need of a shower, with my clothes now clinging to me from the oil and lotion that was used on me. Thankfully, just a block away was another AMP. I'm not even sure what this one is called, Kirkwood Therapy, maybe? Anyway, this is the older one, the one that was there 7-8 years ago, when I moved into the area.
I stopped in front of the place and called a friend of mine, because I needed to vent about what had happened. All the while, the mamasan kept looking out the window at me. This was annoying, so I drove behind the building and parked there. When I was done talking to my friend, I looked over at the building. There was mamasan again! Jesus, nosy lady! This was not boding well for my chances.
Again, even at this location, I'd never fucked anyone. I'd gotten head there, I'd made a girl come there, but never fucked. That wasn't about to change. Besides, I didn't have the money for it anyway. I'd gone to a place not expecting to fuck once, and it turned out the girl was far more friendly than I'd bargained for. She got twenty for fucking me. I went back and made it up to her, but it still felt crummy.
I walked in and mamasan greeted me, informing me that all the girls were busy. I wondered if Healing Hands hadn't called ahead of me to let them know some deranged screaming maniac was on his way. But she offered to have me sit in the waiting area until the girls were ready.
This may be the best part. The reading material in the waiting area? Newsweek and Reader's Digest. Just like the fucking Dentist's office! I half expected to find a copy of Highlights.
Finally, a girl became available, from the front room. Always the front room. Out of all the times I have been there, I have always been in the front room. I know it doesn't make a difference, it's just. Odd.
So this girl, who told me her name was Tina ("Tee-NA!") led me to the shower, I excused myself to use the bathroom, and then she gave me a very good, and quite thorough table shower.
Feeling quite refreshed, she dried me off fairly well, then led me back to our room, where she continued to dry me off.
The massage was quite good, and one of the first things I did was to grab ahold of her crotch, which didn't seem to bother her at all, she even grinded into it a little. This was looking good.
She got out the lotion, and I objected, but she promised to clean it up real good with some hot towels, and when I further objected, she promised another table shower at the end if she couldn't clean it up with the hot towels.
That's perfectly acceptable, I thought, so I agreed.
As I said, she did me well with the massage, and I felt her up good while she did it. Oddly enough, although she wore "the uniform", I could not detect a pad between her legs. In fact, when I pressed into the material, I could swear I felt pussy lips!
Finally, the moment came and she asked me to turn over. She started rubbing me softly and breathing on my cock. I started concentrating on keeping it half-limp. She breathed some more, and I strained to keep it from getting hard. I suggested that she get closer to breathe on it. More pressure will surely work. She kept getting closer, until I was finally holding the sides of the table in a death grip to keep from hardening, and I felt her face was close enough and at the next breath let go, and instead put everything I had into getting as hard as possible.
I flexed my dick and it popped right into her face, all but lodging the head in her open mouth. I've been bit this way before, out of surprise, but she was better than that, she gave me a look, smiled, then pulled the head in her mouth and gave me a quick suck, then kissed it.
"You like that?"
Hell yeah, you do that a little more and I'll come in no time.
"Can not. Boss come in all time, catch me I get in big trouble."
I've heard that whole boss routine before, but something interesting about this place. There were no doorknobs, and, as if to prove her point, a few moments later, mamasan came through the door and handed her a bottle of oil, saying something in Korean (I assume).
Tina again repeated her promise of a table shower and I let her put the oil on my dick. I wasn't like the one I described before though, so I still needed some help getting off. I took down her pants. She of course objected, but quietly so and I told her not to worry. If mamasan came in, I'd take care of it. She could cry no and I'd pretend I was forcing her. So she let me take her pants down, and shortly, her panties. I was right. No pad. I started rubbing her pussy, and she wasn't very wet down there. Me, I was enjoying this a lot more. The thrill that mamasan could walk in at any moment, and my girl had her pants and panties down around her ankles turned me on a bit. I might not have to get her off (or one of the other possibilities) to get myself off. But I grabbed some of that oil and worked in on and into her pussy. Suddenly I was in and she was scared.
"No! Stop! Boss come in and kill us! Stop!"
Shortly, there were moans after locating her G-spot.
"Please, no more. Ooooooooooh (heavy breathing) you mustop!"
Her breathing increased, as did her pace, and she started blowing on my cock again. I told her to suck it and she just got the head in her mouth when I blasted.
She yanked away, effectively getting herself a good facial, but she laughed it off.
Now I felt bad. I had one twenty dollar bill. But I had my backup stash. I should have double checked that. I don't remember using it, but it was no longer there. What the fuck happened there? Did the ugly ***** from Healing Hands go through it? Is that why she didn't seem upset about refunding my money?
I don't think so, and at the time it didn't matter. Not only would I feel bad about ripping off Tina, but it would be a very awkward walk out of there, after only handing her a twenty.
Don't get me wrong, for just a handjob, I usually give ten.
If they let me do what I want to, I'll give them at least twenty, sometimes more.
If my cock ends up in their mouths, especially more than once, I feel like I at least owe them fourty. And for the job she did, I'd even give her sixty. But all I had was a twenty, and two singles.
So, I figured at the least, she should have the singles. So I put them inside the twenty dollar bill and handed them to her. This had an unexpected effect. She thought I was giving her 60! She didn't spread the money out, just took it and was like "Wow! Thank you!" and tucked in under the towel on the bed.
She walked me to the door and hugged me and begged me to come back soon, and joked about coming back every day this week.
When she shut the door behind me, I jumped in my car and got the hell out of there. If I go back, I'll make sure to bring extra money so I can take care of her. I do feel bad, like I've ripped her off.
As for the numbers:
Looks. Not bad, I'd give her. A 7.
TS. 8.
Service 9.
I would definitely go back for her, and if I get the chance, I will, though honestly, the next AMP I go to will be one where I can fuck, like Deptford, or in Philly, so it may be a while.
Remember, I had a great time, but YMMV.
Revitalization Center redhead? Anyone know who she is?
I stopped in on a Friday middle of April. Got Victoria. Blond, a bit on the heavy side. She asked me a couple of times if I knew how it worked there. Turns out my guess was right, its $$ for premium. That is more than I would be interested in spending with Victoria. For my tastes, the $ was pushing it with her. On the way out I caught a glimpse of a tall, very attractive girl with what looked to be very dark red hair. I should have asked her name, wish I had. Does anyone on here happen to know who I am talking about, and can you PM me with her name?
