I second that suggestion.
[QUOTE=Nickn3; 1360964]Did you say road trip!
Try the Pink Pony. It's just a little south of Atlanta right on I75, look to the left. There is a notell on site and most of the dancer's do take out. I was there about a year ago and I had a blast.
YMMV Good Luck.
Nick[/QUOTE]Done take out there several times. Had a great time too.
Re: Funds / For sure Alexis
[QUOTE=Laynbody; 1362025]Well the funds are good I would love to have a good dream I am not sure who it will be. I have not ever seen Alexis so that is good possibility. But my my the nurse is so great and I would love to see her again. Or should I play the field. Any advice?
Thanks[/QUOTE]Absolutely go with Alexis. Just saw her again and she was more amazing than ever. I found the same to be true that an earlier post mentioned. She is getting more into her relaxation sessions, less passive and more vocal.
Seems they are getting smarter with the fake pics.
TinEye been useless lately it seems but google catching them. However, they seem to be getting smarter. Several of the pics came up negative. But when I flipped them with photoshop. Got hits all over the web.
More working girls and freebies in one place last night.
Never seen such a collection of providers from BP, CL, and ones reviewed here in one place as I did last night. In Babes bar in what used to be HJ hotel. Now magnusen inn. Something like that. Across from westtown mall. Saw ten I recognized and a few others a bit more under the radar.
The knox swingers in there too. One of swinger females left her husband took a pass at me. Also in there was a large number of the freebie types looking to hook up.
One of the freebie types was giving a BJ to a guy right where everybody could see out in the bar. Waitress had security break that up.
Lots of tit flashing in the bar.
Heck of a Saturday night in there. Like shooting fish in a barrel getting laid in there last night. Tons of freebie action.
Last big hurrah. Signing off for a while
Gentlemen, I had one final bender before taking an indefinite leave of the hobby. Let me say that it has been an honor and a privilege mongering with you all. And now for my final report. I know I have a tendency to get wordy. I apologize in advance.
Act 1. Swinger Reconnaissance.
After reading a report that Babe's Lounge at the Magnuson Hotel was a swingers' hangout, I figured I'd go have a look and TOFTT. It wasn't really TOFTT because I had to eat dinner anyway. And I figured that it would be a bust for my personal gratification since it was Monday night, but at least I could chat up the bartender and get the info to pass along to you guys.
From the exterior of the hotel, I was expecting the inside to look like a cross between the projects and Beruit circa 1978. I was pleasantly surprised. The lobby was clean, lots of marble, and lots of mirrors. It was like slipping back into the 70's. Babe's is located just off of the lobby. As expected, the place was totally dead. A 68 year old woman with big hair and lots of lipstick sat across the bar and eyed me. I just kept chatting with the bartender and watching Sportscenter. The place does look like a sleazy lounge, and the bartender confirmed that it's dead all week and then crazy on Friday and Saturday night. Otherwise don't waste your time. Surprisingly, the club sandwich I ordered was decent. One of you guys will have to TOFTT on the weekend and report back. I'll still probably read the forum.
Act 2. Crystal Massage.
I've been to Crystal once before during the daytime and didn't get much. I only went back because I am apparently the only member on this board who doesn't leave happy. On my previous visit, the masseuse (I use the term very loosely) at least let my hands wander and flipped me over. I could tell at the end she was really debating on whether or not to give the HE but wasn't sure if I was a cop. This time, I went after dark and made damn well sure that she knew I was not a LEO.
I paid the. 6 and stripped down right in front of her. I hopped up on the table and she threw a towel over me to start the massage. After a couple of minutes I said "It's kind of warm in here. Can we do away with the towel?" And away the towel went. Things were looking up.
Let me throw this in here: nobody at that place speaks a damn word of English. It's gestures. My little massage lady could say "sixty" and "ok". Now I can chat just about anyone up. As long as they speak English that is. How am I supposed to build repoire with this girl when she only knows two words?
I tried though. Through the first few minutes, my hands brushed her lower legs. When she climbed onto the table and put her thighs on either side of my head to rub my back, I ran my hands up her legs and started feeling her thighs. This went on for a minute or two and then she climbed off, took my hands, put them by my side, and said "OK" with an edge. Point taken. Keep my hands to myself.
I pretty much lost interest at this point. I'd seen this movie the last time I was there, and it didn't end happily. My mind started to wander. I thought about how sixty bucks buys you a proper sports massage from someone who actually went to massage school and knows what the hell they're doing. And how this little lady didn't have a clue and probably watched the Asian version of Troy McClure's "Learn Massage in 15 Minutes". And wondered why the fuck anyone would go to an Asian Massage Parlor if it wasn't to leave happy. It sure as hell wasn't for the massage.
I was snapped back to reality by my little massage lady leaning over and whispering in my ear "done". Hallelujah! She knows THREE words! I repeated to make sure she really meant we were finished and not "done with the back, please flip over". No, we were definitely done with the massage. No flip. WTF?
So then she gets all sappy sweet and wants to dress me. It takes her a minute to figure out typical American men's clothing. I just wanted to get dressed and get the hell out of there. But I played the game. When she was finished, she stood at attention in front of me and held out both hands, ready for her tip. My jaw dropped. I've never seen such a brazen sense of entitlement and impoliteness.
Gentlemen, I did not do the right thing. I was a pussy. I reached in my jacket and handed her a Lincoln. I should've been a man and given her nothing. She got this pissed off look on her face and said "No! Twenty". If you're keeping score, she has now demonstrated mastery of five words. I actually laughed in her face. It just came out and I couldn't help it. Twenty for what, I wonder? I should've taken the five back and left. But instead I just left.
Now you might think this is cruel since usually girls don't get any of the door and work for tips alone. But we need to stand firm when services are not provided. If we do this a few times, these thick headed girls will learn WTF an Asian massage parlor is supposed to be about. I'm not paying for services not rendered. I do hope my provider ponders that as she thinks of working an hour for five bucks.
Act III. The Street.
It was getting late, but I still wasn't taken care of. I made a trip down N Central from Broadway on the way home. There were a few Monets that I almost stopped for. You know: girls that look great from far away but rough up close. I spotted a lady that looked a little rotund and swung around back to get her. Her name is Crystal. Pretty face, long dirty blonde hair, and a real sweetheart. We talked for about five minutes, then got down to business.
Although Crystal may be one of the sweetest and most sober SWers I've ever picked up, it is not pretty when she undresses. I gave her. 4 for full service, which she happily accepted. Guys, when I say she was sweet and as country as a turnip green, I mean it. She was also very clean. But in spite of not being even remotely attracted to her I did the deed. Didn't try to make it last. I just got it done.
Crystal also demonstrated salesmanship. She pushed her digits on me. I didn't even save them to offer out because you're better off just spanking it.
Good luck out there guys!
