Hawaii Massage? Dobson and Southern
There I was at Sake Tine sipping a cool Sapporo and chatting with a 'friend' of mine when I spied the tell tale neon of a Massage sign. As I continued my chat with her, I found myself more and more infatuated with sign, and less and less with her. A mongers curse if you will. Knowing that she could not do the deed with Ol Bubba that night, I quickly said my goodbyes to her and jokingly referred to the Massage parlor in question.
I climbed in my car and pulled out on to Dobson, looped around the backside, and wa-la I'm there. A cute very shorthaired Chinese girl named 'Candy' greeted me. Her hair reminded of Haile Barry. Not a bad thing. The more I think about it, I think I have seen her at a legit foot massage place on Elliot and Alma. Hmmm.
Anyway. Got the half for. 4, tight little body as she led me back. Was wearing a short dress. Anyway, she walked on the back, which was nice. She then jumped down and started a fast and furious massage. She was whacking away like crazy. Finally I grabbed her blurry hand and told her to slow down for God's sake. This seemed to bring her back to reality and out of her computerized demeanor.
Finally I flipped and had a nice conversation with her. She said she was from China and likes it here. Yadda Yadda Yadda.
6 was requested for the basic cable service, and I was required to 'fish' it out of my pant-sis-sis before the service would start. I hate when they do that. In the end, she was nice enough to 'De Cloak' ala a Romulan War Bird and Ol Bubba took the Nestea plunge. Very nice body on this one. I think the place is named Hawaii massage.
All and all I would give it a C+.