Great Massage. HE in Doubt
I read where people sometimes are looking more for a good massage, and the HE is a cherry on the top of the sundae. I decided to try a place I'd seen that's not too far from home named Dancing Fingers. It is on the northwest corner of 51st Ave. And Olive, in the Fry's center. Sign says 'Foot Spa'. Went in and was greeted by a guy who pointed out the menu board. Not knowing what to expect I opted for a 1 hour foot and back massage combo for. 40. I was led back to a small room. The rooms were somewhat dark and each room was pretty much divided by curtains with curtains also covering the doors too. After a bit Amy came in, fully dressed in street clothes. She had me remove just my shoes, neck chain and shirt, not a good sign. She left, returning with a large container of water. Having me soak my feet she then had me lay back face up and proceeded to massage my face and neck. From there she worked shoulders, arms and chest, never going below the nipples. After a good while she switched to my feet and calves, giving them a fantastic massage up to the knees. I then turned over and she spent more time on the calves until she started on my back again. By the time she finished the massage I was nothing more than a puddle of Jello on the table. Possibly the best massage ever. The entire time she never once went toward Mr. Microsoft, or even hinted that extras were available, but at that point I didn't care. The massage was definitely worth every penny. Now, there were other girls there, I could hear them, so they may open wide for you. And things may loosen up as I return more, which I will. But if you're looking primarily for a great rubdown, Amy will deliver. I do not usually tip above the posted amount, unless extras are involved, but she got an extra twenty for her efforts.