Dreadful Experience At Lazy Cat! Run, don't walk, if "Lucy" greets you at door!
I shoveled out of my snow cave yesterday and decided to stop by Lazy Cat for a little massage and a nice release. I have been to Lazy Cat roughly 15 times since it opened last year and have had some good times with a variety of younger, cuter providers than one usually finds at local AMPs.
Yesterday was NOT one of those times and it will be my last time going to Lazy Cat. Too many AMPs around to not have to deal with the bullshit that I went through yesterday.
I was met at the door by Lucy, an early 40's-ish woman with minimal English language skills, but with a reasonably attractive body and a cute white skirt that showcased some nice legs. I paid for an hour, undressed and waited about 5 minutes for her to come back in.
When she arrived, I was without a stitch of clothing and had placed the totally unnecessary towel on the table holding the oils and transistor radio. Lucy grabbed the towel and began to place it over me when I told her that I didn't want the towel because it was too hot in the room. It actually was like a sauna in there as the wall heating unit was cranked up to 150 degrees, I think.
She gave me a decent massage for a half hour or so, although she pushed my hands away when I caressed her legs when she was working my back while standing up by my head. I should have realized that this was a sign of things to come.
When we get to the flip, I suddenly thought that I had been magically transported to a used car dealership in Shanghai, where one negotiates for their chosen vehicle while laying naked face-up with an erection staring the used car salesman in the face!
Lucy: How much you tip?
Me: $40
Lucy: No, more tip! You tip 60!
Me: I always tip 40 here!
Lucy: (pretends to not understand my English) More tip!
Me: If I tip 60, what do I get?
Lucy: (Seemingly understanding English now) You feel good.
Me: (Stupidly under the control of little head at this point) Okay, 60.
Lucy: You tip now.
Me: I've never had to tip first.
Lucy: (back to lack of English understanding) You tip now.
I get up, get 60 and plop back down, junior no longer standing at attention, but rather slouching like a teen with bad posture.
She begins her work towards my happiness. I reach over and place my hand on her ass and reach under her little biking shorts beneath her skirt. She chastises me, telling me that I can touch "over, not under." I ask her to lift up her t-shirt and she says No emphatically. I go back to the ass and she backs away and tries to stroke me at arm's length.
At this point, I am getting frustrated and feeling like most people feel when they are in a used car dealership, like they are getting a bad deal. She continues to work feverishly on my man region, but I am getting farther away from the goal rather than closer.
I tell her to stop and to just rub my legs. She refuses and tells me that she is going to make me happy. I tell her that she has ruined it for me and to just rub my legs. She again refuses and starts rubbing faster, while I express my disappointment non-verbally.
After a few more minutes, I ask her if there is someone else that could finish me rather than her because she is no fun. She tells me it would cost more money to have 2 girls. "No, I don't want 2 girls. I just want someone other than you!" She goes back to hammering away.
She won't stop, so I ask her if I could talk to her boss. "Boss?" Yeah, boss, I say. Again, with the no English ploy as she feigns to not know what "Boss" means. I try "Manager" but receive a similar response. This goes on for a bit, unfortunately.
I give up TRYING TO HAVE A WOMAN STOP JACKING ME OFF! That is a phrase I never thought I would write!
She asks me to cum, so I lift up her shirt, pull up her bra on one side to see a sweaty left boob with a big dark nipple pointing southward. She must have realized that this was the only way that I was going to finish, so she lets me see one tit while grabbing her ass.
I start to cum and she decides that SHE is finished LONG BEFORE I AM FINISHED and stops jerking. I tell her to keep going and she does.
Never have I had more exasperating massage experience! I refuse to go to places that haggle over their tip beforehand and hold my wallet hostage while holding my penis at the same time!
Sorry for the long post, but I just had to vent! I wish I had the balls to just get up and take my balls out the door when she wouldn't go for a $40 tip. I guess I am just not that strong mentally.
When the snow clears, I'll head back to Cici at Jackson Spa in the International District. She treats me right!
Funny story about Royal Spa from Cambodian206
In case you didn't see part of his post in Bareback thread, Cambodian206 relayed his recent experience to Royal Spa. Quite funny!
"I was already in Lynwood so I stopped by this Asian massage place called Royal Spa. Pretty weird seeing a White chick working at a asian massage place, but I wasn't complaining. I forgot her name, but she was like a typical skinny white girl, kind of the type you see at raves. She had small but nice tits, nice little booty too. But she is super safety girl, no fingering, no kissing, obviously no BB Anything, but I was pounding it for like 15 minutes and her moans made me feel like I was huge downstairs which was a turn on, so I pulled out and took off the hat and shot a load on her thigh LOL.
Fucking big mistake, she freaks the fuck out and some older Asian comes knocking and I'm like my bad I'll just go now, and then their smoke detector goes off because of the heater and they fucking tell me to hit the button to shut it off because they can't reach it. Today was fucking weird as shit! A bad pooning day for me. My Bad, I am new to posting here and wanted to vent to this community LOL.”
