[QUOTE=DildoBaggens;4597645]Just recently I have visited both these establishments. Both offer FS, the former, uncovered. I will give a brief description of both.
Bristol:
Located in a mostly Hispanic shopping center next to a couple other " Massage" storefronts. The first thing you notice is that it is very clean. At first I thought I was in a "G" rated place. Most of the providers are friendly and on the young side and gave slightly above average full body massages, with of course extras. I opted for full service with one of the providers which cost me a Ben Franklin.
She was very attentive, sweet and even little bit of GFE. Unfortunately she was a bit too small, if you know what I mean.
After completion, I was cleaned up nicely and sent off with a nice big kiss.
CKB:
Located In a somewhat sketchy part of Westminster, I arrived sometime well after nightfall. I Parked in the back where a handful of tweekers, on presumably stolen bicycles, hung around nearby. (always a Good sign).
As you walk in you'll be reminded that the owner went to no and I mean no, expense in making the place have any pretense of cleanliness. This, being a cold night, the owner wanted me to also know they had no working heater as well. All the " sexy women" were clad in thick parkas!
I paid my 40 for the hour, shivering my arse off, waiting for KoKo the Eskimo to arrive back into my section of the the freezer. As I layed there, I imagined I was in a remote area of the Tibetan plateau. All it needed was a cock crowing off in the distance and a Yak snorting in the stall next door and you'd feel like you were there!
The massage was average as far as places like this goes. When we got down to the " reason" I came there for, the parka still remained. The BBBJ was pretty much routine and a bit strange; looking at a pair of lips poking out of a goose down hood. As I began to climax, I moved my left hand slightly down the table where I alarmingly detected a dried " starchy " patch of Terry cloth. Obviously somebody earlier in the day shot a little too far left and wasn't detected by the provider. Talk about a visceral reaction. (imagine an organism and the visual that Bart Simpson makes when he has to massage his aunt Patties feet" WHAT THE FUCK!
As you can Imagine I left there in a hurry. As soon as I got back home, I immersed myself into a hot bath mixture of chlorine, peroxide and borax!
Still waiting for the test results.
D. Baggens.[/QUOTE]Bristol and Central. Is it the one located by the El Super? Or pm the name. Thanks