Curtain falls on the Spas
Had a recent visit to Spa A. Made an appt with "M1". When I get there, they tell me M1 is not in today. Not she called in sick...she was not in. This is far more unacceptable than a switcheroo. OK, so they say either book tomorrow, or "M2" or "K" is available. Not knowing M2, I choose K, someone I had seen a couple times and had previously given private recommendations on.
So, she comes out to get me and she seems out of it. I already know this is going to suck, but I soldier on. Get into the room, wait 10 minutes (an estimate) and she finally strolls in. The massage sucked and I thought she was going to fall asleep (or pass out) 3 times. No tease, even though I told her. Now I am getting anxiety about being able to pop since this whole scene sucked! She goes to wipe off oil which she absolutely soaked me with. The towel is dripping wet. She actually just wrings it out in the corner of the room instead of the sink. My unit has now completely turtled, not knowing what to expect on the flip since I am getting worried she will just pass out and there will be some kind of ensueing scene of which I do not want to be a part of.
Anyway, she manages to deliver a crappy nude HJ. I think I experience a new pop, one of fear. Unbelievable.
So, I quickly get dressed and just as a test, I give her a single jackson as a tip. She is oblivious to it and I am outta there.
This place is a cluster fuck. I am not trying to sour anyone who is getting good service there. But be aware that the quality can now vary dramatically, even when you know the provider and even when the "manager" is there as she was on this day.