Massage Parlor Reports

[Stockholm]

Happy Holidays to all! Been curious about the two AMP's listed below, any comments, suggestions etc. Would be appreciated & I'll be sure to report back my finding.

http://orangecounty.backpage.com/Bod...layout=gallery

http://orangecounty.backpage.com/Bod...00-22/35998213

I tried the Bolsa place with high expectations. The ad said $30 half. I handed the girl in front $30. And she kept asking $40. I said the ad says $30. She just kept nodding. Lost $10 right off the bat. Foolishly, I went ahead bcuz she had big boobs with nipples poking out. The session was rushed and it seemed like 70 % of the time I spent in there was used up for negotiations. She acted sketched out as well, possibly fearing I was 5-0 . Finally ended up paying a Cee note for a quickie f.s., and finishing with HJ. She had nice big brown nipples (Tootsie Roll ) , was around 40, decent looker, but her coochie was not tight. It felt like fucking "air." I would not recommend the Bolsa place, unless they have improved the bull pen.

[Ziggy12]

Wonder if it's the same apartment that's mentioned on the DA's website? (See my post under "General Reports").

I was worried that I might be the one I was talking about but after reading the Press Release and looking the dates and locations, I am pretty sure that it wasn't the place I mentioned. The location of the first apartment bust is not the same and it couldn't be the second apartment bust either due to the fact that the apartment was leased a couple months after I visited. Also, I still see their ads up on BP if that's any indication that they're still up and running.

[Jon Jones]

Wonder if it's the same apartment that's mentioned on the DA's website? (See my post under "General Reports").

[Eli0758]

Happy Holidays to all! Been curious about the two AMP's listed below, any comments, suggestions etc. Would be appreciated & I'll be sure to report back my finding.

http://orangecounty.backpage.com/Bod...layout=gallery

http://orangecounty.backpage.com/Bod...00-22/35998213

[Ziggy12]

This review is a little overdue but better late than never, right? Anyway, I visited this AAMP a couple months ago in Irvine after seeing the ad that one of you gentlemen was nice enough to share with the rest of us. So I gave a call to the the phone number on the and I made an appointment. Once I was at the location I was given a gate code and a room number to go to. As I walked toward the complex there was the lady walking out to throwing away her trash (or something) and kindly held the gate door open for me. Once I was in there I had no idea where the room number was and which way to head towards to. I picked a walkway at random and head toward a corridor of rooms. As soon as I saw the room numbers and the order they were going in I knew exactly where I wanted to go As I walked down the corridor where the room number given to me was located I noticed someone following me- uh oh. I walked a little faster and saw the room where I was told to go to. I knocked and no one answered, and I thought to myself "Shit". I stood there for a few seconds when turning the corner behind me was the lady that had held the door for me. She walks up to me and opens the door. Awww yeah... Thank you mamasan. Standing in the room was a small petite Asian girl (I later found out that she was Chinese, and since I know a couple greetings and words in Chinese, she loved me even more and we had a great time) who took my hand and told me to "follow". She walked me into a dimly lit room with a nice, big bed (much bigger than the damn massage tables that I'm used to LOL) and began rubbing my shoulders and pecking at my neck and cheeks. She had a heavy accent but I could understand what she was trying to tell me when she said " you shower". I gladly accepted and began removing my outfit. She got on her knees and helped me by unbuckling my belt and removing my pants and underwear. At this point I was already hard and ready to hop in the shower when mamasan came in and asked for the fee. $.6. I didn't haggle or ask for a lower fee, I just paid up and got back to business. Back to the shower! So I was hoping that the shower meant that she'll join me and we'd have some fun before the main event, but I was wrong. She told me to get in and pointed at the shampoo and towel and told me to shower. What a let down, and since I had taken a shower prior to going there I was in no need of a shower, I just simply accepted in the chance that she'll be joining me.

After drying off with the help of my lovely lady friend, we headed back to the bed room where she guided me to the side of the bed and had me sit down. She got up and left the room and came back with a small cup of cold, COLD water. She got on her knees in front of me and started playing with the boys downstairs (all of this happening even before the massage). Then she slowly started stroking me and when I looked down at her she was taking a sip of the water that she had brought in and soon after that she looks up at me, smiles, and puts jr. Into her mouth filled with the water. It was cold but felt SO GOOD with the warmth in her mouth. My unwavering rule to never go BBBJ went straight out the window and at that moment in time, I did not care for any consequences. This girl did one hell of job! This went on for a few minutes until I was on the brink of just finishing there and then, but I didn't let that happen. I told her to stand up and take off her clothes; she was wear some cute little denim shorts and white see-through blouse showcasing her nice and supple Sea cups. After we were both undressed she told me to lay on the bed and get ready for massage. Now, the massage was not the greatest of massages and I think we all know that 1) don't have too high expectations for a massage and 2) I was never there for a massage to begin with.

Now during all this time, she never looked over to check her phone, she never rushed me in any way, nor did she look uninterested or her mind to be elsewhere. She was happy, she was playful, and she gave me a true GFE. I asked for DATY and she nodded and giggled and let me in downstairs. There was no stench or forest to have to dig through, just a nice little airstrip leading directly towards my destination. I took a few seconds just admiring and playing all around the area and when I sensed she was ready, I dove in. I could tell by the way she moaned and wiggled her toes and body that she was enjoying it just as much as I was. After a few minutes of me treating her out, we got out the handy dandy raincoat and continued the fun. Started with Mish, leading to DS, and at one point I stopped, got off the bed, and pulled her towards me to have her bottom on the edge of the bed and went for standing Mish (hope that makes sense). After all that fun I decided to end it with my ATF position: cowgirl. After finishing I was lead back to the shower but this time I was in need of good shower! Soon after drying off she took my back to bed and gave me another small massage, which was exactly what my body needed at that point. After the massage we laid in bed just rested and spoke for a few minutes. Like I said before, not one minute was did I feel rushed. It was truly the best GFE that I've had. Now for the closer. I got up, got dressed, tipped her accordingly, and was walked to the door. She gave me a light kiss and a hug (I gave her a nice little slap on the ass) and told me to come back soon. I asked for her name and she told me "So**ia". I will be back for you So**ia.

P.S. I went back to the place after making an appointment only to find out that she was gone and had moved to another place. My second visit was not as fun and exciting. I will post soon.

[Pinche Gringo]

A question like that from a newbie will only get this reply, "RTFF".

Do some research here first before you ask something like that, especially since you have no experiences to share. You can always do a search.

Gentlemen,

I've been looking for a good spot with AR, prostate play to be exact. Yes, it just works for me.

Any suggestions?

[Aber179]

Gentlemen,

I've been looking for a good spot with AR, prostate play to be exact. Yes, it just works for me.

Any suggestions?

[Ib Mike]

In Summary: I have long held that if an establishment offers a rate of less than $50 per hhr, you might get offered a HE—depending on the girl. But it's pretty much going to be a legit massage. Based on my travels tonight, nothing happened to change my opinion.

If you need the details, read on.

I was feeling bored, but on a budget. There's been a place advertising on BP for a while that claimed to have both Asian and (S.E). "Indian" attendants. I've never had interaction with an Indian before. I wondered if she was a middle aged auntie type, a younger therapist wasting time in community college, or something in between. I brought $2 in case a once in a life time opportunity arose, but promised myself that I would otherwise limit myself to $0.35 house fee, $0.20 tip for a legit massage.- $0.40 for a HJ if the mood was right.

When I arrived, I noticed a Viet female, later 20's, in a sweater and jeans, outside the parlor doors talking on the cell. I guessed that she was the attendant killing time. There was a PPS at the front counter. I asked if the "Indian lady" was working today. He said that she wasn't working today, and recited her schedule. I said I would come back another time. The fact that he didn't try to entice me to stay by offering me another attendant—and a few other things, gave me the vibe that this place is legit.

Already prepared to spend $0.35, I went to another nearby place claiming to have a "Grand Opening" special of $0.35 hhr. They also claimed to have "10 petite hotties", and a 4 hand massage special. I only mention this because when I got there, they only had one attendant on duty. MMS tried to collect a house fee of $.40. I handed her an exact amount and I reminded her that the BP ad quoted $0.35. The actual attendant was a MILFy type – kinda cute actually, but not a petite hottie. She offered an HJ (for $0.60) which I declined. But I was able to confirm that this place really was having a "Grand Opening" (having only been opened two weeks) and that only thing available here was a HJ. The massage was okay – not bad by AMP standards, but certainly not as good as (say) a Las Vegas casino spa massage.

In any event, I got out of the house, messed around and stayed on budget. Use the key words, and you'll find the places I visited tonight.

Thanks for the report on the 2nd place. I wondered about that one. I thought it was new as I hadn't seen one there previously.

[Qeast]

In Summary: I have long held that if an establishment offers a rate of less than $50 per hhr, you might get offered a HE—depending on the girl. But it's pretty much going to be a legit massage. Based on my travels tonight, nothing happened to change my opinion.

If you need the details, read on.

I was feeling bored, but on a budget. There's been a place advertising on BP for a while that claimed to have both Asian and (S.E). "Indian" attendants. I've never had interaction with an Indian before. I wondered if she was a middle aged auntie type, a younger therapist wasting time in community college, or something in between. I brought $2 in case a once in a life time opportunity arose, but promised myself that I would otherwise limit myself to $0.35 house fee, $0.20 tip for a legit massage.- $0.40 for a HJ if the mood was right.

When I arrived, I noticed a Viet female, later 20's, in a sweater and jeans, outside the parlor doors talking on the cell. I guessed that she was the attendant killing time. There was a PPS at the front counter. I asked if the "Indian lady" was working today. He said that she wasn't working today, and recited her schedule. I said I would come back another time. The fact that he didn't try to entice me to stay by offering me another attendant—and a few other things, gave me the vibe that this place is legit.

Already prepared to spend $0.35, I went to another nearby place claiming to have a "Grand Opening" special of $0.35 hhr. They also claimed to have "10 petite hotties", and a 4 hand massage special. I only mention this because when I got there, they only had one attendant on duty. MMS tried to collect a house fee of $.40. I handed her an exact amount and I reminded her that the BP ad quoted $0.35. The actual attendant was a MILFy type – kinda cute actually, but not a petite hottie. She offered an HJ (for $0.60) which I declined. But I was able to confirm that this place really was having a "Grand Opening" (having only been opened two weeks) and that only thing available here was a HJ. The massage was okay – not bad by AMP standards, but certainly not as good as (say) a Las Vegas casino spa massage.

In any event, I got out of the house, messed around and stayed on budget. Use the key words, and you'll find the places I visited tonight.

[PhineasPhreak]

A few months ago I would drive by and see a neon "open" sign in an abandoned medical building on Orange Ave just west of West Anaheim Medical Center .

This place is across the street from Twila Reid Park. It has been dark for a couple months, and recently I saw the light on. I did a search online and saw they were posting ads for "Peaceful Massage". Since its close by I decided to check it out. Its a very quiet area, and the walk of shame is not so bad because this parlour apparently is the only business in this building that is still open.

There were 2 girls in there, 1 was a petite spinner type and the other was a 28-32 yr old wearing a tight dress. I got the petite girl; she wore jean shorts with a red thong underneath and a white tank top & matching brassiere. I got the half hour for .35 and just let her do her routine. She did put in a little effort demonstrating the techniques she learned at Bryman school of massage, or Phoenix University or whatever, concentrating on my shoulder and neck. I asked her to go lower and do the glutes. She brushed up against my nut sack from behind, and then started touching my prostate as I caressed her ass. I requested boob access and she pulled her bra up as I unbuttoned her shorts. I felt a closely trimmed Bush and touched the outside of her moist little clit as I squirted. Overall a decent experience for .35 + .45 . I am sure if I choose to visit again more could be had.

My curiousity got the better me. I've noticed the "open" sign too and the quiet location. This place is right across the street from the park, and the giant Christmas tree. I saw a few mixed reviews so I was ready for anything. There were two girls. My attendant was a shapely little number who wore a tight blue dress. I let her do her thing, and about 10 minutes into it I touched her leg and butt with no resistance. Then I Sat. Up and hugged her while gently undoing the straps on her dress. Then some nice titty squeezing. The coup de grace was the simultaneous release with her above me facing away, with some nice daty. A pretty good time. I left a Ulysses and I was on my way.

[Number Cruncher]

Salutations Gentlemen,

Sticker, I'm glad you tried out the spot on Triton. I should have mentioned that why**I was not smoking hot, but seems like you agree she is a pretty good provider overall. You got a little more than I did, I did not suck on her nipples, nor did I get a prostate rub, although she spent plenty of time towards the end massaging the butt cheeks and rubbing the twig and berries. It was at that point that I did the flip, although the funny thing, she went to get the towel to wipe the oil off and the tower fell a little while she was gone, so to speak. Sounds like a cool place in Philly that you visited as well. I read your other comments about places in I-Town... I live in I-Town and never knew many establishments existed around here although I've heard of the places around Skypark. BTW, the auto correct features of this website are somewhat annoying. I typed the name of my provider with the letter why, although it "auto corrected" it to "why." WTF dude? And anytime you put a dash, it changes it to a period and capitalizes your next letter. I'm not an ivy league grad and I don't have any advanced degrees, but I do know how to punctuate a sentence. Adios for now!

[JPF]

Echoing an earlier comment...went to Bedazzled in GG and the service was very rushed. She wanted me to do the work (that's the man's role, she said) and Sat. On the table while I "met" her from in front.

Earlier I had gone to Jade Spa and the outer door was open but in the window near the inner door it said back at 3:15 but it was already 35 minutes later than that and there was no answer to my knock on the door (no bell that I could see).

[Sticker]

Thanks, Bushman, for your appreciation and illuminating a new location.

The LH chapter was written ahead of schedule, since I'the already experienced Envy's hygiene-challenged spinner and Golden Day's marvelous MILF in the preceding two weeks.

Ah, Skypark! I never enjoyed the perks of A1, but I certainly relished the delights of OK on more than one occasion. Never got a line-up, but I was treated to much tastiness, including a three-peat with Barbi. Just reflecting upon her magnificence causes a chubbing. What the hell happened to Irvine, anyway? Not too long ago it had a Garden Grove of opportunities, and now it's dried up like an overspent rose whose withered petals have become snail fare.

Due to domestic obligations, I'm usual able to squeeze in only two dalliances every couple of months, so this third outing was icing on the muffin. But as Number Cruncher intrigued me regarding LH, you have done the same with Stanton, so perhaps I can perform a proper investigation sooner, rather than later. If you put a cherry on top by suggesting that Stanton's luxury hosts fresh spinner scrubbers, my next chapter might surface with great rapidity.

One HELL of a post brother Sticker! I anticipate your novel like a chill dawn waiting for sunrise. Your treatment in Philly reminds me of the days of A1 in Skypark, minus the TS. If your ever in Stanton, try Corner of Cerritos & Dale St.

[Bushman426]

But this discussion is supposed to be about table showers, and since I don't have time to finish a novel here tonight, I will beam back to the present.

One HELL of a post brother Sticker!

I anticipate your novel like a chill dawn waiting for sunrise.

Your treatment in Philly reminds me of the days of A1 in Skypark, minus the TS.

If your ever in Stanton, try Corner of Cerritos & Dale St.

[Sticker]

Table showers are to AMPs as Thomas's English Muffins are to leavened dough, as Number Cruncher so adroitly enlightened us after his recent outing to Laguna Hills. No crevice left untouched. This intrigued me, because the TS are far and few between in OC these days. Especially in houses of questionable undertakings.

I've never had a nook-and-cranny TS here on the gold coast, but I do have fond memories of Golden Sea Spa in the City of Industry back in the day. In the early part of this millennium, that was my brass ring. Beyond beautiful young, tight and eager Koreans would escort you to the TS, bring you to the brink, and then dutifully raise your, er, expectations back in the softly lit room, complete with a full-length mirror adjacent to the double-sized massage table. But that happens at GSS no longer.

Prior to GSS, I had experienced TS's twice. The first was just outside of Denver while on a training assignment for work. Had no idea what I was getting into and was actually just looking forward to a skillful massage from a pretty young Asian, but she popped my TS cherry and then some. However, my wallet was woefully unstuffed, so a thorough scrubbing and a digits-induced eruption were the extent of what was then quite a fulfilling adventure.

My next training mission occurred in Philly about three years later, and nirvana was realized. My recon through the former iteration of this website led me to CH2, and after walking 30 minutes from the Hyatt to the wrong side of the tracks, I found myself at a large, weathered brown door, with nothing to indicate an AMP brothel, only the brass address numbers on the door indicated that I had not been led astray. All eyes were apparently upon me, because I was immediately buzzed into what remains my uneclipsed AMP table shower experience.

It was like stepping back in time to a brothel in the old west, where the madam greets you like a long, lost friend, and the little fillies giggle as they gather in front of you, wide-eyed and reckless thighed, hoping you will pick them. I was seated upon a red velvet love seat and handed and ice-cold Rock Bottom beer as the spectacle of nubile flesh was presented to me. The only thing was, they were all Asian, rather than Scarlett O'Hara lookalikes. And that just made it more perfect.

I chose the only Thai out of a mixed party bag of Koreans, Chinese and perhaps Vietnamese (I wasn't quite so adept at discerning Asian ethnicities back in the day). Mimi was about 25 and lacked nothing. Her presence lighted the parlor, and as she gave me a thank-you kiss while escorting me up the staircase, I rapidly ditched reality. You see, Mimi had a perfect hourglass shape along with a magnetic countenance that drew you out of your world and sucked you into hers.

Our first stop was CH2's immaculate table-shower room, and I was still in awe because the fully renovated interior of this classically reproduced brothel contradicted the beaten-down building exterior and neighborhood. Brilliant. It took her a few minutes to take off my clothes, because with each unbuttoning, she paused for more kisses. After I laid face-down on the TS table, I looked back to absorb Mimi's beauty, and was amazed at how quickly her sexy little camisole had vanished. This girl was flawless all the way down to her perfectly manicured love shrine, and although this was several years before fully shorn lower lips came into vogue, there wasn't much hair down there to begin with.

Mimi bathed me with her body, with a little water in between, and we ended that segment with some of the most delicious 69 devouring I've ever experienced. Her BBBJCIM was exquisite, even if it was only the prelude to what ensued. But this discussion is supposed to be about table showers, and since I don't have time to finish a novel here tonight, I will beam back to the present.

So today I found myself running an errand somewhat in the vicinity of Laguna Hills and just happened upon Number Cruncher's spa of choice in that neighborhood. Taking his cue, I asked for the provider whose name begins with "Why," and she was eagerly on duty. I'the describe her as a spinner MILF: very petite, but definitely not a youngin'. That said, she had an engaging personality and massage skills that probably required some licensed training. Then the unlicensed part began, slowly and intermittently. Talk about the tease, one minute she was tickling the happy boys, and the next she was working out myriad shoulder knots from me having pushed it a little too hard at the gym yesterday. Then it was back down south, and before I knew, her oiled pinky slyly entered my oil well. Now that's not something I experience very often, and sometimes it gives flashbacks to getting a digital P.S.A exam, but her prostate massage was rather adept – so I wasn't complaining.

She more-than-welcomed my Roman hands and Russian fingers and, upon the flip, I was pleased to find that despite the fact that she hadn't seen her 20's in a decade, her perky A / be cups were supple and responsive to my avid suckling. This, coupled with her masterful two-handed soldier engulfing, brought me to the brink rather quickly, after which time she did some Ninja thumb-circling something or other on the underside of soldier's helmet that set off a rather intense detonation.

Okay, okay, this is supposed to be about a table shower. Well, in this case, the table shower followed the massage rather than preceding it. But it was indeed thorough and expertly given. Unlike my days of yore in Philly, however, there was no B2 B action, but that might be on the menu. You see, this was a work day, and I had a meeting to get to, so I had to call time 15 minutes before my hour was up. To her credit, she coyly asked, "you want one more time." Oh did I, but I'll have to save that opportunity for another day.

Bottom line: Quality table shower experiences do exist in OC, or at least one does. And although it's not to the level of what used to be available in the City of Industry, and certainly not Philly, it is a nice diversion from standard fare. Now, if Slappy Salami can convince that little frisky biscuit in Cypress to move her 18-year-old hot bod to the likes of Laguna Hills, the world will be right again.

Been there a couple times. A good spot. No FS but always leave happy.