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[QUOTE=Willydog]Hello all,
I'm new to this so if I break any rules go easy. I really like the way you all try and help each other out. So here goes. Try this place if you haven't "T 2 B" on 40 near plainfield. The providers are a little experienced but very good service. .4 for a HH and .6 HR with a tip .25 to .4 for a HJ on the flip or even a bj or BBBJ. FS is .5 to $ tip depending on the provider. They have had some high 8's to near 10's and some in the mid 6 to 7 range, but all in all excellent service. Very clean and so is the help. Gotta like that. Give em a try you go back.[/QUOTE]I agree with jimy I found out the hard way this place is a rip off ! This looks like and ad complete with false advertising!
In your opinion, If I may ask
Just a question? I use to go to the studio44 down in shelbyville. And even though the girls were not the fanciest they did a nice rub and tug.
Before Leo closed it. So I have been to the other places, like rejevy, and sunny, and even oceans and in my opinon.
The girls lack a bit of sparkle.
I am looking just for a Good Massage with a simple HE, nothing fancy no fs or such, without breaking the bank.
Any suggestions.
Thanks,
Doc Ram
Relaxation's and Massage Village
I was on the east side today so I thought I would stop in at the Relaxation Parlor. "Holy Crap". The one lady looked like she was a 1950 oriental librarian. Big fluff hair style, thick glasses and about 40. Now the other lady who runs it would not even be allowed in the animal hospital in the same complex. This lady looked like a sumo wrestler, was about as big as one and smelled like one. I told them I was just checking to see how late they were open and left. Ran to my vehicle. Then went to massage village and saw Lilly. Boy she is a hot little girl with a dynamite body. Massage was pretty good. And like I said what a body. I will be going back there. Not to relaxation thought.
Three Cheers for the Fat Man.
(This is kind've a long post. The reason is because there are a lot of lessons learned here, especially in the details. Young mongers get to learn and old ones get unhappy flashbacks.)
The headache was relentless.
The hay fever blues had bored a hole right between my eyes and it seemed to have taken up an uncomfortable residence. I turned into a parking lot to make a phone call and relax for a minute. I looked in the rearview and was taken aback by what I saw. There tacked onto a brick wall was a crummy little black and white sign that read "First Choice Massage" and in the doorway was a shadowy figure with nice curves. Uh. Duhh. Buuhhh. I couldn't beleive my good fortune.
I finished my phone business while watching the "muscle" leave from the same door as the enticing figure. He looked like an oaf and, who cares; I needed something to take my mind away from the embedded head pain.
The door was standing wide open so I walked right in. Behind a makeshift counter was a very large white erase board with higher than average pricing scribbled in Christmas colors. 6 for 30 caught my eye. In walked an aging, bronzed, black haired, doe eyed female who had spent way too many hours under tanning bulbs. The dress was cut nice and invited the eyes to some of her other attributes. So, things kind've evened out. If THIS woman was an upstanding professional CMT, I would take that bet, and pick the corn from her shit (hat tip to CM) if I were to lose. Everything here pointed to a good time. Just as it was supposed to.
She doesn't say Hello, first, doesn't smile or shake my hand.
"30 minutes looks good, foot massage, maybe. " I was looking for an accommodating smile, foot massage. Rrrrright. Funny haha. But accommodating must have already left for the day.
"Ok", she responds. ". 6 now and a tip in the room that is at least the same as the room rate. "
Her face is blank, looking me up and down, then back to my eyes.
I am uneasy but I do the math in my head ($. 2).
Then, as if it were her duty to make the situation even more uncomfortable, she begins the inquisition, "What have you got in the bag? "
"Just phone, wallet. Uh here you can check it ou. "
"No. No. I don't want to touch it. Can you take it back to your vehicle? "
"Huh, hmmm, never been asked that before. Uhhh. Sure, I guess. "
(Ok. Guys. I know. Always. Always trust your instincts. I should have just left. But.)
I walk back in. Bagless. She begins to explain how people carry knives and stuff. I don't get it, uuuhhh yet.
I am still thinking about pleasure not pain.
She takes me back to the room and I comment on how extreme their rules are but that I understood. The room itself is nice, the table strangely high. I read aloud a sign on the wall that reads like one of the Ten Commandments, something about the starting therapist is the ending therapist. Alpha. Omega.
"Wow, you guys are pretty direct. Lots of rules. "
She walks out of the room mumbling about how you can't have too many rules and if I have been around I would understand.
Hmmm, ok. When was the last time I remember a massage therapist being shanked? Uhhh. Like. Never.
I get undressed and start to slip under the covers and see there is only one single cover on the table. Its just bare vinyl underneath. Wow, I think to myself, this place doesn't make any attempt to cover up for its mongorific means of satisfying its clientele. Nothing even to cover the "danglies" with. Ok, I get it. I jump on the table, nude to the world.
She walks in and starts on my feet. Slapping a heaping helping of rub juice on my sole.
I begin to relax. I think the headache is starting to ebb away. Then she throws the bomb.
"Honey, we expect the tip up front. Some people will run out if. "
"I am nude, laying flat on a table. Where am I going? "
She gets agitated, "Honey, we expect the tip up front. "
I am dumbfounded and just plain dumb. 6 is already gone now she suddenly wants the tip upfront.
"Uh, well, you mean now (? ), you've got lotion all over my foot. "
"Well we need the money up front. "
Ok. Guys. Ok. I know. By now your screaming at me. "Leave now you dumb ass! " I know. The headache must have had me groggy or maybe the snot moved in to where my brains used to be.
"Ok, well wipe my foot off and I'll get it. " Not surprisingly, she does. I try to defer the money to after the massage by making things more difficult.
"Ok, why don't you just hand me my wallet? " (Its three feet away and in my shirt pocket on the door.)
"I don't touch wallets. "
"Ok, hand me my shirt. "
She first hands me the places own robe that was hanging on the hanger next to my clothes. How odd. How could she not recognize their own robe?
"Uh, that yours. Not mine. "
"Oh. "
How many signs of disaster do I need? You’re shaking your head by now. I know. I have no excuse. I mean, sh*t, the dogs are yowling, the cats have curled up under cars. Shaking and, even the moles have had the time to burrow their hairy little asses out of town. Me? I am just getting a worse head ache and a case of the blues.
She then proceeds to fondle my underwear and every other piece of clothing while in my plain sight. Three feet away.
"Why won't you hand me the wallet. I mean I am laying here watching you. What are you going to do? " I giggle a little at the thought.
"Uhh, well, you know, it’s just better. "
I pay her. (uuuughhhh)
My patience was about gone and it was starting to show. I then apologized, thinking that the bulging burning blister inside my brain may have been making me come off a little suspiciously. She didn't bother to do the same.
I flipped over, the meter was running fast, and Miss Parchment Skin here had run me out of tolerance.
I needed some more pillows for underneath my head and ask for them.
"Sorry, what you have is what you got. "
Then, I wanted to take a closer look at her but she was still acting like she was massaging my feet.
"Darlin, come on over here and let me take look at you? "
I had only asked her to move her feet not remove her clothes.
"Huh, that’s more tip, hon.. We have a lingerie massage if you are interested. "
"Well, what was the $. 2 I have already spent for? "
"The first. 6 is gone and in the safe and I get the tip after that. "
Cold hearted, deceptive bit*h. Her name is Jackie by the way at 5*07B and C on or around Nation*al Av. Close to Madi*son.
Well, I now knew where this was going, so I decided to put an end to it.
"Well, at least I am sure to get my release, at least, right, for the $. 2, uh. Right. "
So, she proceeded, as expected.
The mini tantrum lasted about 30 seconds, she mumbled something about how any inference of sex was automatically the end of the session blah blah blah etc etc etc zis. Boom. Bah. She grabbed her Oscar, whizzed out the door and I never saw her again. What a performance. Let's give her a big round of applause for such a moving performance.
All hail the scabby ice queen.
Frankly, I wanted to bust that place up (not her. Just her means of thievery) and the "oaf" could not have stopped me. I have never been a violent man but when the scam is so obvious, and the people so arrogant and cold, it made a bit of rage come over me. I sat for a moment, remembered through the anger it wasn't worth it and left.
I began to think that this, along with other recent TOFTT, was maybe an intervention, a way of trying to give me a message to retire from the sport.
I calmed myself. Took a few deep breaths. And I was relieved.
And for this bit of control. Let us give
Three cheers for the fat man.
Enjot what you have for now
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Taken With A Grain of Salt
We are natural skeptics on this forum when it comes to new posters. Will have to wait and see if you post consistent valuable information. This sounds a little glowing to me. for me I'd stick to Sophie ![QUOTE=Nick44]Hey guys,
Long time reader. First time poster. Saw Madisons ad this afternoon and wanted to try her out. Its been a long time I saw her listings. I know what you guys are thinking (I remember the whole drama a while ago.). But, I'm telling you, it was the best experience I've had so far. And believe me, I've had my share of the most worthless experiences where I would have been better off just eating the dollar bills. I was a little apprehensive at first but she just blew me away. Literally! I am not sure about any of you guys who complained but my experience was heaven. She was very sweet and accommodating. And honestly looked much better in person. Spent the regular half hour with extra. And left totally drained and satisfied.
Give her another shot guys (I know I definitely will). You will be pleasantly surprised. She is definitely back with a bang!
Peace![/QUOTE]