Massage Parlor and Escort Report
Since I work long hours and I work out of town, I don't like leaving Camarillo if I don't have to. So don't give me any shit about going to massage parlors and getting escorts in Camarillo.
Okay, time to get down to business. If you go on backpage and see a black gal named Tiffi—it's up to you. $80 per half hour. She's pretty cool when she isn't stoned. She was in Camarillo all last week and the week before. However, the following week after I had her, I found another black gal in Camarillo. Typical two-call system, went to her room—it was Tiffi again. She changed her pictures. I said, 'Fuck you' and I bailed. I don't like being conned.
Strange thing happened on earlier this week. I found a blonde gal staying in a motel in Camarillo. I called her up. I asked her hourly rates. She said, '$100 for a half hour and that covers everything. ' Okay?
Well, I'the had a few drinks. A couple tall beers and about five shots. Way too much, but I was horny and on a mission. I drove to the motel and called her. She gave me her room number. I knocked on the door and the gal who answered the door didn't look anything like the gal in the photos. But, this chick was pretty cute, so what the fuck.
She asked me to put the money on the table and I did. It was chilly, so I went over to wash my hands in hot water. I turned and the money was gone, but big deal. I've had many escorts ask me to show them the money ahead of time.
She then explained that $100 wouldn't cover a simply BJ. I saw RED. Now I was in a tight spot. I could haggle, but that wouldn't do me no good. I could physically over power her and get it, but that would land my ass in the can. Couldn't call the cops. I was drunk, so extra duty trouble.
I chose to haggle.
'You said $100 covered everything. '
'My boss said that since I talked to you there was a change of plans. '
'Well, fuck that. How 'about you give me me $80 back and you can keep the $20 for the time I've been here, I go home and everyone's happy. '
'Can't do that.'
I bit my tongue and bailed. Didn't say another fucken word.
The next day after work, she got hers. I had all day sweating at work to fume and think about it. She's fucked.
Now, massage parlors. I saw on a couple websites that Lucky Spa in Camarillo—as well as Camarillo Day Spa—have at least two naughty reviews. I thought, 'Well, maybe shit's changed in Camarillo the last year. ' After all, I'the been going to Blue Moon.
Last week, went to Camarillo Day Spa and. Nothing. Just a massage. Shit didn't change. Last night I went to Massage Day Spa on Lantana. Got the typical wacky-wacky, but this time she dropped her pants and took off her shirt. Not bad.
Three weeks ago went to Blue Moon Spa. Once again, Patti came and took good care of me. I suggest weekends and Fridays. Patti's super cool and Lola is finer than frogs hairs split four ways. And when they open the window in the lobby, explain you saw their ad in the local paper, and you get a $10 discount. Again, you don't need the paper, just tell them you saw the ad. Shit-howdy, $10 is $10.