Courthouse and Lucks Lane
I was in the area so checked out the "Foot Massage" place in a small strip mall adjacent to Food Lion in North Chesterfield. I said "Foot Massage" because that was the only identifying verbiage visible, apart from the ubiquitous flashing "OPEN" in multicolor LEDs (you may have seen one or fifty of these in your travels). A 50-year-old mamasan, "Lulu," popped into the empty hallway when she heard the door; she was no stunner (maybe a 5/10) but in my experience the older gals know their way around the equipment, so I didn't mind. She showed me to a room, I opted for 30 min (. 5), she took it and left me to undress. I chuckled as I removed my skivvies in full view of not one but two posted signs that said it was a professional massage place only and that "Customer must leave underwear."
She came in to see me in all my glory, grinned, and directed me to lay down. I opted for the "light" touch option because I'm not a fan of getting the shit beat out of me in the name of relaxation. I was rewarded with plenty of teasing the boys down under. I initiated the flip at the 10 min mark and she immediately grabbed for the oil (which seemed to rule out any BJ action). She was allowing OTC on bottom and UTC on top; she agreed to take down her leggings and allow FIV for. 8. I overpaid, I know, but the handy was really doing its job of clouding my judgment! She gave me some light verbal encouragement while arching her own back as my fingers did their hob on her. At the crucial moment I could swear I heard the 1812 Overture-cannons and all. She aided in the cleanup and I went about the rest of my Sunday afternoon.
Interestingly, when I asked the name of the establishment she couldn't tell me. She looked a bit perplexed. Even the business cards had no name, just the address and phone number.
Total damage: $.3. I clearly overpaid, don't judge. Overall, a good experience and I'd probably go back. Though I'd probably skip the overpriced foray into her south mouth.
