With all the talk of Lily at Woodstock. I decided to go out there on Saturday at 4 PM. Some observations:
* Most places with a table shower want the house fee upfront. They didn't.
* There were like 4 other mongers there. One was in a chair in the back, one coming out, of a room, one was walking out the door as I was walking in. We should have a secret handshake to know who is part of the "USAG team. ".
* The places stinks. I dunno what it is, mold, mildew, the sewer. It's just nasty.
* Barely any English from mama on down.
So, I get there. They size me up, they tell me to sit on the couch for a second while they clear a room. "You here for massage?" Yes, of course. I'm led into a room. I am followed in a woman who is slightly older (maybe Kerry?) who speaks no English. She puts her hands on my shoulders and aggressively proclaims "You pay me!" Yes, of course, table shower? At which point the English becomes too much for her to handle. Table shower was not in her vocabulary. She gets someone else.
Amy and Emily, are nowhere to be seen. I draw Cindy. Cindy has tattoos on her shoulder and nice Bs. She gave a somewhat aggressive table shower. Her massage wasn't bad, but every other minute "you ok baby?" On the flip, we negotiate $50 to leave happy. Fairly mechanical. I literally had to pry a breast out to nibble on. (But it was a nice firm breast with a hard nipple.).
Otherwise, very lackluster. 50/50, 1 hr, probably not going back.