First experience = first post
Gentlemen, let me first thank you for your posts and continued contributions. Your information and participation have given me the courage I needed; and the research you have all done for me has helped tremendously. I stood on the shoulders of geniuses and achieved a lost held fantasy.
So to speak. But enough of that blather, why don't I indulge you with a first hand account of the rub-n-tug world of AMP's.
It's mid afternoon during Friday, traffic is hectic and bustling coming off 95. A right, followed immediately (I'm talking split second here) by another right and I'm there.
I'm greeted by a short, mushroom-esque woman of pacific island descent. A short and slightly hushed exchange of pleasantries and I am seen into a spacious room with an adjoining TS area. I was almost immediately greeted by a "7" on the AMP scale. She says her name is "KIM" and she asks if it is my first time.
She takes my hh installment.6 and watches me fully undress. She comes back and escorts me "carfuww, carfuww" into the TS area, where I receive a gentle wash and a good back-door scrub. On the flip she asks permission to attend to the family jewels and they are given a quick soapy cleaning.
Afterwards, she dries me off in the other room and I lay down un-draped for one of the most akwardly painful elbow-rubs ever. I have dated several actual LMT's, and I don't ever remember this girl's patented moves. LOL
The whole face-down part was non rushed, but a knock and a yell indicated time was short. She patted my ass gently and said "aww fiiniish" to which I replied I wanted to stay the full hour. The look of confusion on her face was priceless, and apparantly baffled her. She rushed out of the room leaving me there in my condition. She returns and mutters something for 10 seconds right in front of me that I can't quite put into English, and I shell out an additional jackson. On the flip she was a little hurried with the remainder of the massage. I took some initiate and started making myself comfortable with the short skirt she was wearing and sadly ended up tracing the outline of an obvious "heavy-flow" device. Out comes the bottle of something baby oil-ish and the THJ begins. Took a while and I actually had to lend a hand to complete the treatment. My hands were free to roam, and she denied my request for anything further. She was at it for a full 10min, then she dove in for a TOB. 20min into the THJ, we heard the knock again. I took over and denied her request for a CIH finish. It ended with a COT. Girl wouldn't quit, she stuck with it till the job was done. Great work ethic. Afterwards I got a prompt cleanup and she helped me get dressed. Even touched my dirty socks when she put them on my feet and tied my shoes for me.
Anyhoo. Total for the trip was $.2, for what equaled out to a THJ. Lame.
And I probably will not repeat.
"Second verse same as the first"
Made a second visit to the "tropical fauna" establishment. Joanne, my attendant from last time, greeted me at the window. Later, after preliminaries, many of Kelevra's acronyms were enjoyed. Things culminated with the monkey climbing the tree.
Looking forward to visit #3.
