And yet I keep going back
[QUOTE=Murrican;5703550]Man, I used to frequent that place even before it was Thai Tara. It was my go to. There was this cute little plump chick, Christine. I didn't love plump chicks, but she was that kind that's firm plump, not flabby plump. You know what I mean. And she would just give the best massage and hando. Every time I left I was like "that's a girl who takes her art seriously. " Post-covid she's gone, sadly. I'd love to see her again.
As a backup I'd see Vicki, the proprietor. She was surprisingly hot for her age. But she kinda lost her mojo on the delivery.
Every once in a while I'd get this chick Mona I think was her name. Huge ass chest tattoo that I hated. Looked so ghetto. But Vicki trained her well and she gave a mean massage and hando.
It's sad to hear this place has gone downhill. It was my spot.[/QUOTE]Went to see vicky again yesterday (as a last resort). Pretty tough. I'd like to think I had the excuse of wanting a high quality massage, but still felt disappointed after paying $$ for a 90 min. I've only gotten one decent lead from all my sessions at thai hi / tara. Seems like the good girls don't last too long there before finding new shops and if you don't get phone numbers, vicky isn't trying to help you.
Separate but related: if you guys have any leads in Dubai for high quality massage, send them my way please! Going next week for work and I will definitely need something after (essentially) a 24 hour flight.
Rick never drinks with customers. Whale of a handjob at the wharf.
So you afflicted types have probably not seen Casablanca as many times as I have, but breaking precedent is kind of fun.
I called up Goldfinger. Obviously my hiatus lasted about a week. The roll call was for shit. Amy (pig), Vanessa (hog), Selena (rhino), Katie (uknown), Yuki (drek).
So I took wilshire home from my vons. I passed wharf and called. No answer, but in a precedent breaker, I got a text in English as a fourth language advising they were there but could not get to the phone.
So I call back, and the roll call is Vicky, Kiki, and Nicole. All of a sudden I think that maybe Kiki was the one from Goldfinger that engaged in great mutual masturbation, my finger up her Asian bento box and her hands on my Louisville slugger / Hebrew national.
So I say I will be there in 10 min.
I walk by the front and the crowd at Sasabune eating outside next door looked at me like I was some kind of pathetic loser, even this fat chick eating a shamu size portion of inari figured out why I was walking by. I do not need this kind of tood, so I did something I have never done, I went to the back.
The back of wharf has about as much security as a cooter on fig. The back door was open, there was one car parked there, I think an Audi SUV with a personalized plate of some kind. I knock and Vicky answers. She seems like I have seen her before, kind of that sweaty Asian look with the face about to fall to the ground. Typical 36-40. She lets me in and I walk past the curtain door into the hallway and shows me to a side room along the west wall. I ask who is there, and I see Nicole walk by. Neither gal was wearing a mask, and Nicole seemed like a nice body, but face was questionable. I asked for Kiki, but Kiki was busy, she said it is me Vicky or Nicole.
So I say I want Nicole, but first I did something I have not done in some time, I availed myself of the can. Boys, let me tell you, I have clinical urinary and bowel problems and have been to almost every public shitter in l. A. This one is in the top 10%. There are several types of soap, the floor is cleaner and devoid of any wear like a Le bron book journal. It smells nice and this was even after a previous monger (some scrawny Asian kid in a mask) used it.
So I relieve myself (#1, I am not a homonid), and get back into the room. I had given Vicky 60 bucks for the hour. I get naked face down and Vicky comes in. I got pretty assertive and told her she was butt ugly and I want Nicole. So then she got Nicole.
What then proceeded was a 45 minute very relaxing cock work session. Nicole wore a mask and would not take it off. She asked me if I was there before and I said I saw Mia. She asked soft or hard, I said soft, she said thank. She shoved the towel between my ass and legs and did a very soft and loving full body rub.
After about 15 minutes of that horseshit, she started a prolonged tease of my enormously stressed out ball sack. It was 5 minutes of her poking at my sack like a Hampton tomato at a roadside stand in Montauk.
And then I a great break from precedent, she did not stop the ballet to get a towel. She simply instructed me to turn over. She was wearing gray yoga pants and a kind of green sweater and a mask. The room was very dark. I was all over her ass over the clothes and the small over her back nude. The sweater was a crop top job.
She massaged my front and then went for the shlong. She never did any thing remotely like a hammer stroke. It was all slow motion. I had her move from my side to face me. She did not take off a stitch of clothes and would not even take off the mask. She commented only three times about how strong my rod is. So, not overkill.
She did not complain about the time, and I made it to the 45 minute mark, so about 22 minutes of penile manipulation.
I let loose a block buster nut and she cleaned me off. I left 100 as a tip.
If any of you know about Kiki at wharf or more about Nicole, please advise.