Massage Parlor Reports

[QUOTE=UBeMyFriend99;3699498]Stopped by a few days ago. Met with Tina. 2 or 3 on looks same for massage skills. She also had some very ruff as in coarse hands. I believe before being an mt she probably does a lot of manual work which didn't get me excited at all for the finish. As I suspected the he was very robotic and ruff. Very firm grip with no variation and when the time came I felt like she was going to rip it off pointing me in such a way my baby boys didn't make to much of a mess. I would completely pass on another encounter with her.[/QUOTE]I had a similar experience. She tried to stick a finger in my ass, which I did not appreciate. She did allow UTC roaming.

[QUOTE=UBeMyFriend99;3699498]Stopped by a few days ago. Met with Tina. 2 or 3 on looks same for massage skills. She also had some very ruff as in coarse hands. I believe before being an mt she probably does a lot of manual work which didn't get me excited at all for the finish. As I suspected the he was very robotic and ruff. Very firm grip with no variation and when the time came I felt like she was going to rip it off pointing me in such a way my baby boys didn't make to much of a mess. I would completely pass on another encounter with her.[/QUOTE]Please PM for this location.

I will be working in the Joliet area next week and would like some advice on a good AMP that may offer a standard HE. Can offer any suggestions for NWI if anyone would like, as this is the only area I have ventured out in. Thank you in advance!

This post will be a prime example of what happens when you break your own rules of Mongering. My #1 rule is to never go to Korean places. Over the weekend I broke my own rule and had a nightmare of a time. My work had sent me way south near Dwight. On the way home it was getting late and I was really in the mood for a quick release. I knew that my only option would be Sun Spa in Morris off of 47. I knew that every review I had ever read on the place was negative, but the little Monger in my pants won the argument and I went anyway. I get in the lobby and ring the doorbell and a Korean grandma opens the door and lets me in. I knew that she wouldn't be giving the massage because she had on a cooking apron and she was having trouble walking, she had a bit of a limp. Probably an injury she received in the Korean War. On the way to the room she started grilling me about how I found the place and had I ever been there before. I told her that I had never been there and I knew about the place because I saw the ad on BP. She leaves me in a room and a few minutes later my MT walks in and she has a bad attitude from the second she walks in the room. She hands me this clear plastic travel case and tells me to empty my pockets and put my cell phone in the bag. I did as she instructed, the whole time I felt like I was being processed at the county jail. She grabs my hand and drags me and my plastic bag to the table shower. The table shower was very long and borderline on ridiculous. The entire time she had this look on her face as if she had just come from a close relatives funeral. A few times we made eye contact and I would smile at her and then she would give me the quick 2 second fake smile. After the longest table shower in the history of the world, she grabbed my hand and dragged me to the sauna where she basically pushed me in and shut the door. In the sauna I decided to relax so I closed my eyes and leaned back. After a while I realized that I had been in the sauna for a while and I thought that I was going to have a panic attack. Because this woman was so unfriendly and basically rude to me, I started having these terrible visions. I started to think that maybe I wasn't in a sauna, maybe she had locked me in a giant Korean BBQ. I started imagining that they were going to leave me in there for a week and then after me being in there for a week all of these Korean women would come in with meat cleavers and hack me up. Not exactly the way I would want my Mongering career or my life to end. She finally opened the door and let me out of the Korean BBQ machine and dragged me back to the room. I complied with her orders and laid face down, at which time she started that light feather touch and basically just rubbed her fingers across my body. After a few minutes she came over by my face and made the universal gesture for a HJ and I shook my head yes. Then she got this disgusted look on her face and pointed to the table, so I got off the massage table and went to my plastic bag and got her tip and placed it on the table. She then started a rather uninspired HJ, she did pull down her dress so that I could play with her fake boobs. I started rubbing her butt over her clothes and she got really angry and gave me a dirty look, so I gave her a dirty look and said "WHAT. " She took her free hand and covered my mouth and pushed down so that I couldn't talk or breathe. She had pure evil in her eyes. She finally took her hand away and focused on the lame HJ. When everything was done she was trying to explain to me that the next time I come back I will be able to get FS. I just shook my head and said OK. I got out into the parking lot and it was very dark and raining. At this point I felt really sad and I wished that I was in better shape and more athletic so that I could kick myself in the balls for stopping at this place. SaintChuck.

This place is terrible. I can't they are still open. Last time I was there, the lady wanted a tip before. I said no, she threw a fit and walked out. I got dressed and left and never will go back.

[QUOTE=SaintChuck;3739990]This post will be a prime example of what happens when you break your own rules of Mongering. My #1 rule is to never go to Korean places. Over the weekend I broke my own rule and had a nightmare of a time. My work had sent me way south near Dwight. On the way home it was getting late and I was really in the mood for a quick release. I knew that my only option would be Sun Spa in Morris off of 47. I knew that every review I had ever read on the place was negative, but the little Monger in my pants won the argument and I went anyway. I get in the lobby and ring the doorbell and a Korean grandma opens the door and lets me in. I knew that she wouldn't be giving the massage because she had on a cooking apron and she was having trouble walking, she had a bit of a limp. Probably an injury she received in the Korean War. On the way to the room she started grilling me about how I found the place and had I ever been there before. I told her that I had never been there and I knew about the place because I saw the ad on BP. She leaves me in a room and a few minutes later my MT walks in and she has a bad attitude from the second she walks in the room. She hands me this clear plastic travel case and tells me to empty my pockets and put my cell phone in the bag. I did as she instructed, the whole time I felt like I was being processed at the county jail. She grabs my hand and drags me and my plastic bag to the table shower. The table shower was very long and borderline on ridiculous. The entire time she had this look on her face as if she had just come from a close relatives funeral. A few times we made eye contact and I would smile at her and then she would give me the quick 2 second fake smile. After the longest table shower in the history of the world, she grabbed my hand and dragged me to the sauna where she basically pushed me in and shut the door. In the sauna I decided to relax so I closed my eyes and leaned back. After a while I realized that I had been in the sauna for a while and I thought that I was going to have a panic attack. Because this woman was so unfriendly and basically rude to me, I started having these terrible visions. I started to think that maybe I wasn't in a sauna, maybe she had locked me in a giant Korean BBQ. I started imagining that they were going to leave me in there for a week and then after me being in there for a week all of these Korean women would come in with meat cleavers and hack me up. Not exactly the way I would want my Mongering career or my life to end. She finally opened the door and let me out of the Korean BBQ machine and dragged me back to the room. I complied with her orders and laid face down, at which time she started that light feather touch and basically just rubbed her fingers across my body. After a few minutes she came over by my face and made the universal gesture for a HJ and I shook my head yes. Then she got this disgusted look on her face and pointed to the table, so I got off the massage table and went to my plastic bag and got her tip and placed it on the table. She then started a rather uninspired HJ, she did pull down her dress so that I could play with her fake boobs. I started rubbing her butt over her clothes and she got really angry and gave me a dirty look, so I gave her a dirty look and said "WHAT. " She took her free hand and covered my mouth and pushed down so that I couldn't talk or breathe. She had pure evil in her eyes. She finally took her hand away and focused on the lame HJ. When everything was done she was trying to explain to me that the next time I come back I will be able to get FS. I just shook my head and said OK. I got out into the parking lot and it was very dark and raining. At this point I felt really sad and I wished that I was in better shape and more athletic so that I could kick myself in the balls for stopping at this place. SaintChuck.[/QUOTE]

That's funny, I actually have the same exact rule. And sadly at your expense Chuck, I will not be making any exceptions soon =P. Sorry for the bad night though.

[QUOTE=SaintChuck;3739990]This post will be a prime example of what happens when you break your own rules of Mongering. My #1 rule is to never go to Korean places. Over the weekend I broke my own rule and had a nightmare of a time. My work had sent me way south near Dwight. On the way home it was getting late and I was really in the mood for a quick release. I knew that my only option would be Sun Spa in Morris off of 47. I knew that every review I had ever read on the place was negative, but the little Monger in my pants won the argument and I went anyway. I get in the lobby and ring the doorbell and a Korean grandma opens the door and lets me in. I knew that she wouldn't be giving the massage because she had on a cooking apron and she was having trouble walking, she had a bit of a limp. Probably an injury she received in the Korean War. On the way to the room she started grilling me about how I found the place and had I ever been there before. I told her that I had never been there and I knew about the place because I saw the ad on BP. She leaves me in a room and a few minutes later my MT walks in and she has a bad attitude from the second she walks in the room. She hands me this clear plastic travel case and tells me to empty my pockets and put my cell phone in the bag. I did as she instructed, the whole time I felt like I was being processed at the county jail. She grabs my hand and drags me and my plastic bag to the table shower. The table shower was very long and borderline on ridiculous. The entire time she had this look on her face as if she had just come from a close relatives funeral. A few times we made eye contact and I would smile at her and then she would give me the quick 2 second fake smile. After the longest table shower in the history of the world, she grabbed my hand and dragged me to the sauna where she basically pushed me in and shut the door. In the sauna I decided to relax so I closed my eyes and leaned back. After a while I realized that I had been in the sauna for a while and I thought that I was going to have a panic attack. Because this woman was so unfriendly and basically rude to me, I started having these terrible visions. I started to think that maybe I wasn't in a sauna, maybe she had locked me in a giant Korean BBQ. I started imagining that they were going to leave me in there for a week and then after me being in there for a week all of these Korean women would come in with meat cleavers and hack me up. Not exactly the way I would want my Mongering career or my life to end. She finally opened the door and let me out of the Korean BBQ machine and dragged me back to the room. I complied with her orders and laid face down, at which time she started that light feather touch and basically just rubbed her fingers across my body. After a few minutes she came over by my face and made the universal gesture for a HJ and I shook my head yes. Then she got this disgusted look on her face and pointed to the table, so I got off the massage table and went to my plastic bag and got her tip and placed it on the table. She then started a rather uninspired HJ, she did pull down her dress so that I could play with her fake boobs. I started rubbing her butt over her clothes and she got really angry and gave me a dirty look, so I gave her a dirty look and said "WHAT. " She took her free hand and covered my mouth and pushed down so that I couldn't talk or breathe. She had pure evil in her eyes. She finally took her hand away and focused on the lame HJ. When everything was done she was trying to explain to me that the next time I come back I will be able to get FS. I just shook my head and said OK. I got out into the parking lot and it was very dark and raining. At this point I felt really sad and I wished that I was in better shape and more athletic so that I could kick myself in the balls for stopping at this place. SaintChuck.[/QUOTE]

[QUOTE=SaintChuck;3739990]
I knew that she wouldn't be giving the massage because she had on a cooking apron and she was having trouble walking, she had a bit of a limp. Probably an injury she received in the Korean War.
[/QUOTE]LO fucking L.

[QUOTE=SaintChuck;3739990]
Then she got this disgusted look on her face and pointed to the table, so I got off the massage table and went to my plastic bag and got her tip and placed it on the table. [/QUOTE]I'm with DM on this one. I never tip beforehand. If they walk, so be it.

[QUOTE=SaintChuck;3739990]
She then started a rather uninspired HJ, she did pull down her dress so that I could play with her fake boobs. [/QUOTE]One positive.

[QUOTE=SaintChuck;3739990]
I started rubbing her butt over her clothes and she got really angry and gave me a dirty look, so I gave her a dirty look and said "WHAT. " She took her free hand and covered my mouth and pushed down so that I couldn't talk or breathe. [/QUOTE]Whiskey Tango Foxtrot? Never heard of this before.

Sucks this happened to you bro. But an entertaining tale.

Stay off the weed, Chuck.

[QUOTE=SaintChuck;3739990]This post will be a prime example of what happens when you break your own rules of Mongering. My #1 rule is to never go to Korean places. Over the weekend I broke my own rule and had a nightmare of a time. My work had sent me way south near Dwight. On the way home it was getting late and I was really in the mood for a quick release. I knew that my only option would be Sun Spa in Morris off of 47. I knew that every review I had ever read on the place was negative, but the little Monger in my pants won the argument and I went anyway. I get in the lobby and ring the doorbell and a Korean grandma opens the door and lets me in. I knew that she wouldn't be giving the massage because she had on a cooking apron and she was having trouble walking, she had a bit of a limp. Probably an injury she received in the Korean War. On the way to the room she started grilling me about how I found the place and had I ever been there before. I told her that I had never been there and I knew about the place because I saw the ad on BP. She leaves me in a room and a few minutes later my MT walks in and she has a bad attitude from the second she walks in the room. She hands me this clear plastic travel case and tells me to empty my pockets and put my cell phone in the bag. I did as she instructed, the whole time I felt like I was being processed at the county jail. She grabs my hand and drags me and my plastic bag to the table shower. The table shower was very long and borderline on ridiculous. The entire time she had this look on her face as if she had just come from a close relatives funeral. A few times we made eye contact and I would smile at her and then she would give me the quick 2 second fake smile. After the longest table shower in the history of the world, she grabbed my hand and dragged me to the sauna where she basically pushed me in and shut the door. In the sauna I decided to relax so I closed my eyes and leaned back. After a while I realized that I had been in the sauna for a while and I thought that I was going to have a panic attack. Because this woman was so unfriendly and basically rude to me, I started having these terrible visions. I started to think that maybe I wasn't in a sauna, maybe she had locked me in a giant Korean BBQ. I started imagining that they were going to leave me in there for a week and then after me being in there for a week all of these Korean women would come in with meat cleavers and hack me up. Not exactly the way I would want my Mongering career or my life to end. She finally opened the door and let me out of the Korean BBQ machine and dragged me back to the room. I complied with her orders and laid face down, at which time she started that light feather touch and basically just rubbed her fingers across my body. After a few minutes she came over by my face and made the universal gesture for a HJ and I shook my head yes. Then she got this disgusted look on her face and pointed to the table, so I got off the massage table and went to my plastic bag and got her tip and placed it on the table. She then started a rather uninspired HJ, she did pull down her dress so that I could play with her fake boobs. I started rubbing her butt over her clothes and she got really angry and gave me a dirty look, so I gave her a dirty look and said "WHAT. " She took her free hand and covered my mouth and pushed down so that I couldn't talk or breathe. She had pure evil in her eyes. She finally took her hand away and focused on the lame HJ. When everything was done she was trying to explain to me that the next time I come back I will be able to get FS. I just shook my head and said OK. I got out into the parking lot and it was very dark and raining. At this point I felt really sad and I wished that I was in better shape and more athletic so that I could kick myself in the balls for stopping at this place. SaintChuck.[/QUOTE]Great review, metaphors are brilliant! Thank You for the info Bro, and good luck!

[QUOTE=RobertGou2;3740474]Stay off the weed, Chuck.[/QUOTE]I am sad to report that my visit didn't involve any drugs or alcohol. I wish it had. I go to a lot of AMP's and I can honestly say that this was my worst experience since 2015 when I met the dreaded Poison Ivy. Now I know why this place only has negative reviews. SaintChuck.

I'm going to be in the area and was trying to see if anyone could point me in the right direction of a massage place or independent provider would be ok with outcall or incall. I will be staying the night for business: pleasure. If anyone is able to help me out I would appreciate it very much! Thanks.

LOL. I live in Morris and have been preaching against the evil of Korean Spas for 20 years. I will admit to going to 7 spa and enjoying myself back in the day but I have never had a positive experience at Sun. Your best bet is to drive to the slipper or rose in Montgomery or off booker in Naperville. Hopefully with spring some new younger girls will brave Chicago and the burbs.

This would certify you of your sainthood. LOL.

[QUOTE=SaintChuck;3739990]This post will be a prime example of what happens when you break your own rules of Mongering. My #1 rule is to never go to Korean places. Over the weekend I broke my own rule and had a nightmare of a time. My work had sent me way south near Dwight. On the way home it was getting late and I was really in the mood for a quick release. I knew that my only option would be Sun Spa in Morris off of 47. I knew that every review I had ever read on the place was negative, but the little Monger in my pants won the argument and I went anyway. I get in the lobby and ring the doorbell and a Korean grandma opens the door and lets me in. I knew that she wouldn't be giving the massage because she had on a cooking apron and she was having trouble walking, she had a bit of a limp. Probably an injury she received in the Korean War. On the way to the room she started grilling me about how I found the place and had I ever been there before. I told her that I had never been there and I knew about the place because I saw the ad on BP. She leaves me in a room and a few minutes later my MT walks in and she has a bad attitude from the second she walks in the room. She hands me this clear plastic travel case and tells me to empty my pockets and put my cell phone in the bag. I did as she instructed, the whole time I felt like I was being processed at the county jail. She grabs my hand and drags me and my plastic bag to the table shower. The table shower was very long and borderline on ridiculous. The entire time she had this look on her face as if she had just come from a close relatives funeral. A few times we made eye contact and I would smile at her and then she would give me the quick 2 second fake smile. After the longest table shower in the history of the world, she grabbed my hand and dragged me to the sauna where she basically pushed me in and shut the door. In the sauna I decided to relax so I closed my eyes and leaned back. After a while I realized that I had been in the sauna for a while and I thought that I was going to have a panic attack. Because this woman was so unfriendly and basically rude to me, I started having these terrible visions. I started to think that maybe I wasn't in a sauna, maybe she had locked me in a giant Korean BBQ. I started imagining that they were going to leave me in there for a week and then after me being in there for a week all of these Korean women would come in with meat cleavers and hack me up. Not exactly the way I would want my Mongering career or my life to end. She finally opened the door and let me out of the Korean BBQ machine and dragged me back to the room. I complied with her orders and laid face down, at which time she started that light feather touch and basically just rubbed her fingers across my body. After a few minutes she came over by my face and made the universal gesture for a HJ and I shook my head yes. Then she got this disgusted look on her face and pointed to the table, so I got off the massage table and went to my plastic bag and got her tip and placed it on the table. She then started a rather uninspired HJ, she did pull down her dress so that I could play with her fake boobs. I started rubbing her butt over her clothes and she got really angry and gave me a dirty look, so I gave her a dirty look and said "WHAT. " She took her free hand and covered my mouth and pushed down so that I couldn't talk or breathe. She had pure evil in her eyes. She finally took her hand away and focused on the lame HJ. When everything was done she was trying to explain to me that the next time I come back I will be able to get FS. I just shook my head and said OK. I got out into the parking lot and it was very dark and raining. At this point I felt really sad and I wished that I was in better shape and more athletic so that I could kick myself in the balls for stopping at this place. SaintChuck.[/QUOTE]

[QUOTE=Morrisman;3744288]LOL. I live in Morris and have been preaching against the evil of Korean Spas for 20 years. I will admit to going to 7 spa and enjoying myself back in the day but I have never had a positive experience at Sun. Your best bet is to drive to the slipper or rose in Montgomery or off booker in Naperville. Hopefully with spring some new younger girls will brave Chicago and the burbs.[/QUOTE]Is that place still open? I forgot all about it. I thought it was a poor mans strip club anyway, any stress relief there?

[QUOTE=SaintChuck;3739990]This post will be a prime example of what happens when you break your own rules of Mongering. My #1 rule is to never go to Korean places. Over the weekend I broke my own rule and had a nightmare of a time. My work had sent me way south near Dwight. On the way home it was getting late and I was really in the mood for a quick release. I knew that my only option would be Sun Spa in Morris off of 47. I knew that every review I had ever read on the place was negative, but the little Monger in my pants won the argument and I went anyway. I get in the lobby and ring the doorbell and a Korean grandma opens the door and lets me in. I knew that she wouldn't be giving the massage because she had on a cooking apron and she was having trouble walking, she had a bit of a limp. Probably an injury she received in the Korean War. On the way to the room she started grilling me about how I found the place and had I ever been there before. I told her that I had never been there and I knew about the place because I saw the ad on BP. She leaves me in a room and a few minutes later my MT walks in and she has a bad attitude from the second she walks in the room. She hands me this clear plastic travel case and tells me to empty my pockets and put my cell phone in the bag. I did as she instructed, the whole time I felt like I was being processed at the county jail. She grabs my hand and drags me and my plastic bag to the table shower. The table shower was very long and borderline on ridiculous. The entire time she had this look on her face as if she had just come from a close relatives funeral. A few times we made eye contact and I would smile at her and then she would give me the quick 2 second fake smile. After the longest table shower in the history of the world, she grabbed my hand and dragged me to the sauna where she basically pushed me in and shut the door. In the sauna I decided to relax so I closed my eyes and leaned back. After a while I realized that I had been in the sauna for a while and I thought that I was going to have a panic attack. Because this woman was so unfriendly and basically rude to me, I started having these terrible visions. I started to think that maybe I wasn't in a sauna, maybe she had locked me in a giant Korean BBQ. I started imagining that they were going to leave me in there for a week and then after me being in there for a week all of these Korean women would come in with meat cleavers and hack me up. Not exactly the way I would want my Mongering career or my life to end. She finally opened the door and let me out of the Korean BBQ machine and dragged me back to the room. I complied with her orders and laid face down, at which time she started that light feather touch and basically just rubbed her fingers across my body. After a few minutes she came over by my face and made the universal gesture for a HJ and I shook my head yes. Then she got this disgusted look on her face and pointed to the table, so I got off the massage table and went to my plastic bag and got her tip and placed it on the table. She then started a rather uninspired HJ, she did pull down her dress so that I could play with her fake boobs. I started rubbing her butt over her clothes and she got really angry and gave me a dirty look, so I gave her a dirty look and said "WHAT. " She took her free hand and covered my mouth and pushed down so that I couldn't talk or breathe. She had pure evil in her eyes. She finally took her hand away and focused on the lame HJ. When everything was done she was trying to explain to me that the next time I come back I will be able to get FS. I just shook my head and said OK. I got out into the parking lot and it was very dark and raining. At this point I felt really sad and I wished that I was in better shape and more athletic so that I could kick myself in the balls for stopping at this place. SaintChuck.[/QUOTE]I was there once and a very similar experience. I started reading some news about how the community hates this place and they are always in radar. That frustration and the questioning is a result of that pressure. I never visited this place after that one horrific experience.