A few weeks ago I went to the exquisitely reviewed Animal Clinic, and had an experience much different from that of my brothers.
Went into #3, "Come back in 15 min." Went to #6. There was no one at the counter. I gingerly stepped around, calling quietly. Two girls were in a storage area talking happily. One came out.
"hh.4? , " handing her my Hamiltons. She whispers, "You want full service? " "Yes." "$.4" We continue whispering back and forth, "Full service $.4 total? " "Yes, " so I hand over another ten of them, and in I go around the corner to the left."
There I'm introduced to a 30-ish girl in a white sweatshirt, involved in her cell phone. "She will massage you." Fine. The girl I now take to be the MMS hands her my cash (never had that happen before). I lie down, sweatshirt girl leaves. MMS comes back in, and asks me to flip.
MMS, who I think said she was "Ivy, " starts right in with a CBJ made to feel like a BBBJ, nicely done.
Someone cried out outside. Quickly, a towel goes over me and Ivy leaves. I think it's a bust. No, Ivy comes back in and resumes. I climax, six minutes after I flipped. Whew, I think. Not really what I came for.
Then Ivy left and a very early 20's girl came in. She had me flip back on my stomach, and proceeded to give me a really good professional massage. After about ten minutes, I drifted my hand ever so softly against her thigh. She pulled back. Mysterious. When the hh was up, with me still face down, "Done."
On the way out, I did not get the typical warm invitation to come back, it was more a mechanical good-bye. They were never rude with me, just not welcoming.
So what happened? If they thought I was LE, why did I get a BJ? I had showered in the morning and I put on deodorant just before going in. I did not quibble over the $. So as often is the case with me and women, try as I might, I don't grasp what was going on in their minds.
Lift Her Up
