He whiffs the first pitch, muffs the second, but gets a base hit on his third swing!
After such a Relaxing time, last time, I figured I'd hit Fishers again. I called ahead to see if my girl from last time was there, but she was off. I figured,"what the hell", and went anyway. I was in the mood for some batting practice. I get there and Sensa greets me (Kinda pretty) never met her before) and takes me back to a room. She asks if I've been there before and I tell her about my girl. As I lay there, I notice a new sigh on the wall about how massages are not supposed to be the least bit sexual. Uh-oh. So, basically, I got a very good massage in which she took care to use what appeared to be a small baby blanket to cover me. She finished up with a smiling,"times up", and politely made her way out of there. WTF! So as I leave, this little gal punches me in the chest, saying,"you no remember me?". I really didn't. Her name was Sarah and she seems to think she took care of me before. I faked like I knew her and told her that I'd ask for her next time and that I didn't know she was working. Sensa and another girl watched the exchange. Guess the bust rattled them quite a bit.
So I left frustrated and I drove up to the new place in Carmel. I couldn't find it and gave up after seeing a Carmel PD sitting in the lot, leave, then come back and sit in the lot. No thank you!
On my way home, I figured I'd try one more place, the one between 91st and 93rd on Meridian. It's in a liiittttle office strip that I missed twice. It is REALLY tucked away. I buzz the front door and a not unattractive, tall. 20 something greets me at the door and takes me to a room. She's got a short skirt and I'm thinking,"hells yeah!" 10 minutes later a late 30s plump gal comes in. Just average looking. Given my luck today, I figure, I've got to get a swing in while I can. So I pay for the hour and get a pretty good massage. At the half hour mark, she has me flip and goes right to it without much foreplay. I have to slow her down, but she took direction well. Basic HE.
*whack* a base hit!
She cleans me up, I give her a tip and she leaves the room. And never returns. I'm kinda confused on what to do. After waiting about five minutes, I grab mitt and gear and head out, only to see her on her way into another room with someone laying there waiting. Talk about a factory. Move 'them in, move 'them out. I can't really complain about not getting the hour, I guess. If you plan to go, I'd suggest just going for the half hour, it seems. I've had two plump average ones in a row. I got to find stunner next time cause I didn't even feel like being handsey either time with the plumpers.