A Different Experience: The Discovery
georgmicrodong
Just a fat, creepy old pervert.
So last month, I decided to try something a little, or as it turns out, a lot, different. At 51, for the first time in my life, I went to a massage parlor. Now, I've gone on a few occasions to therapeutic massage practitioners for treatment related to my back injury of a few years ago, and a few of the strippers I've known have been moderately proficient at body rubs, but never to a dedicated masseuse for the sheer sybaritic pleasure of laying there and being pampered.
After perusing BackPage and a provider review site, I'd narrowed my choices down to a few that seemed more promising than the rest. They all explicitly mentioned being Licensed Massage Therapists (LMT), appropriately educated and properly licensed by the appropriate government entities. My thinking was that if I'm going to pay for a massage, whatever else I might hope or expect, I want the *massage* to be worth it, and these women were all highly thought of in that regard.
Employing the shotgun method, I called and left messages with my top three choices asking to set up an appointment. Three days later, still no response. Well, I thought, this doesn't bode well. Either they are so busy with regular clients (entirely possible given the sorts of glowing reviews that led me to them in the first place), or their business sense sucks. Later that day, however, one of them responded, coincidentally, the one who was highest on my list.
Her name was Elaine (not really, but you know why); I introduced myself, we talked about what types of massage she did, what my expectations were, what prices pertained, etc. I asked her what time slots she had available, and we settled on a Friday afternoon hour long appointment. I'd have to leave work early, but her next available one was late the following week, so I took it.
Friday afternoon, I arrived at her "studio", a run down building in a somewhat sketchy area not too far from downtown Louisville. Not exactly what I expected, but there was off-street parking and it was still daylight, so I decided to stick it out a bit longer. It concerned me a little when Elaine answered the door by unlocking it first, but that same lock would ensure *my* privacy, so I'd deal. She was a little older than the picture in her ad, but the reviews had mentioned that, and I was prepared for it. She was very well shaped, curvaceous without being overly so, wearing a dress that accentuated her figure. She greeted me, shaking my hand and smiling the kind of smile for which face models are paid mega bucks.
She led me through what had obviously been a residential dwelling at one point, to her studio, which was just as obviously a re-purposed bedroom. I asked for the restroom, which she pointed out, and then pointed out the chair and clothes hooks and said, "When you're done there, make yourself comfortable and lie face down on the table. I'll be back when I don't hear you moving around anymore and get started."
When I came out of the bathroom, the lights had been dimmed and there was some quiet combination of nature sounds, white noise and simple melody playing in the room. I noticed the towel draped on the side of the table, so I undressed completely and laid down. As I was attempting to manipulate the towel over my buttocks, she reentered and said "Um, just so you know, that's for your comfort, not mine, so if you want to leave it off, I don't mind at all. Whatever allows you to relax best." Since I've been displaying my increasingly less than appealing naked body for 20-something strippers for quite some time now, body modesty isn't much of an issue any longer, so I handed it to her.
As I lay there with my head on the pillow, she went around to the back side of the table where her oils were. I heard a rustle, and turned my head to see her pulling her dress over her head, leaving here with nothing on but a small flower patterned pair of panties. The dress hadn't really hidden much except her breasts, and those were still firm, if not precisely perky, with large pinkish brown nipples. Her long black hair, held back in a pony tail when I'd entered, was now loose and hung down almost to her elbows.
I must have looked a little startled, because she said, "It's only fair. You're comfortable, so I don't see any reason for me not to be," and cracked another one of those smiles.
"Lay your head back down, close your eyes, and concentrate on your breathing. Let's get started, shall we?"
To be continued...
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MPs are a different experience, a lot different, but can be much better, and can also be not nearly as much fun as a strip joint. I am still not sure if I should keep with strip clubs and avoid parlors, or vice versa or enjoy both as budgets permit.
The first massage parlor I went to was fantastic with a nice rub and tug from a very beautiful woman. I was also at one in Las Vegas and the girl ended up not at all being a trained in massage, but was a prostitute (should have expected as much in Vegas). She was very good looking but the rub and tug both left a lot to be desired. Since then I found a very nice Chinese massage parlor with an outstanding massage and nice tug to end it all. However, I am going to return to my first place shortly and see how it goes there the second time around.
Don't keep us waiting for the rest of the story!
Hmmm.........I am not too busy in the yard today. I wonder who is working at Passions Spa this afternoon??? Or at Jailey's? Or at Supreme Spa? Or at Maxum's? Or at Aristocrat? Or at the truck stop in Nisku?
I went to one in Denver several years ago, and it was an odd experience. Tight security and then they stuck me in a small sauna room with a terry cloth robe and made me wait for at least an hour. (I wondered if they had used a spare key and looked at my wallet that I had been locked in their mesh locker?) She was a Korean linebacker with a sort-of pretty face and her massage was pretty good. After about forty minutes, she had me lay on my back and started the hair dragging across my crotch and waited for the inevitable wood. She asked me if I wanted her to do something about it. I readily assented, but it was a quick tug and she spent more time trying to squeeze more out of my wallet before I got out of the building.
Experiences since then have been walk-ins at the respectable "licensed" places, and the girls have been good masseuses. Paid the house fee and later paid tips to the girls back out at the desk. Never any conversation, never any hint of extra activity. How exactly are you supposed to leave tips for them. Do you gets undressed and then lay out some bills on the endtable and hope that they get the drift? Do you wait for them to make the first move (pull off their dress, linger a little close to the nads, whatever)? For that matter, what is their first move? Does the house fee paid at the beginning cause the desk worker guy to look the other way? I want to hear more from gmd's day out.
I think I saw this episode on "The Client List"
@Rod: See above. Review sites can be your friend sometimes.
@Art: Are the spas/parlours up there full service? Most local ones apparently aren't, with the exception of a few girls now and again. Strip clubs are a much better venue for a complete menu. That would appear to be flipped for you.
@steve3003: LMAO! Coming from a triple-zip, Dougster wannabe like you, I'll take that as a compliment. Wait, scratch the "Dougster" part; that's a mortal insult. Sorry Dougster.
@looneylarry: Yeah, there have been a few high profile busts in this area lately, too. This girl is a relatively low profile independent, though. I've avoided the multi-provider spas and parlours so far though, so I can't really tell you how they work. My lites understanding is that the door charge just gets you in the door and on the table for the specified period of time. From what I've seen on USASG, most of the girls expect at least a modest tip, even of no "happy ending" happens.
@steve229: If JLH is stripping down to just her panties to work on clients, I may have to see if I can catch an episode or two!
Oh yes, georg, most definitely full service !! You can even get a decent massage (if you wish). Some parlours also have dom rooms (for those who may appreciate that sort of thing).
By the way, your article yesterday prompted me to slip into Edmonton. A most pleasant, unhurried encounter was arranged at one of the fine south side establishments that I listed. $30 room fee. $160 fee for the delightful lady and her expansive menu. I felt guilty - gave her $100 tip for exemplary performance.
SCs in Alberta are pathetic. From what I read here on tuscl, it appears that Alberta is top of the pops in the massage parlour leagues. British Columbia is also in the playoffs, but more expensive than Alberta.
The big difference between massage parlors and strip clubs is that massage parlors are a more relaxed vibe, more of a pampering than 'action' and no game-playing.
@inno123: Given my success with backpage and USASG, I think I'll forgo a pay site for now.
The downside is, like in Alberta, the overseas SCs are usually not very good.
The same is true in reverse of the massage parlour thing. In America, sex with someone you don't love, and in exchange for money to boot, is evil, wicked and depraved. Elsewhere, such sex is, well, sex. Still not the most desired means of sexual entertainment perhaps, but far higher on the acceptability scale than here in the US.
Or at any rate, that's how it appears to me.
Yup...they really happen.
I have no idea how police can with an honest face say that they crack down on prostitution....in any way. I mean, if a cop wanted to make 100 arrests in a night for prostitution...he/she could just go on backpage or redbook and there ya go. Not really that difficult.