A great, known "quantity"

How often have we read YMMV and wondered what our own mileage might be? The Allure experience is exactly as advertised. Allure is a massage parlor, not a strip club, located in a low commercial-industrial building, one of hundreds of them scattered around Pearson airport. You’ll want to consult a GPS en route to your first visit.

The facility is well designed and it seems very clean. The reception desk and waiting lounge greet you first; beyond them is a corridor that leads to perhaps ten massage rooms. If you did not make an advance appointment (I had not), the receptionist calls out the available girls. I selected a stunning Brazilian gal from the three masseuses then available. The receptionist made completely clear what was permitted (see Services on the parlor’s website) and what was not (“sex”). I selected a 40 minute upgraded session, and was very pleased that I did.

In the privacy of our mirrored parlor, she suggested that I shower until she returned a few minutes later. When she came back, she lifted off her tight short dress and was as naked as I. She suggested I lay face down on the table, climbed onto my backside, and proceeded with a fine professional massage. After ten minutes or so, I ask to reciprocate, and soon I was rubbing all her backside, and then all her front.

She then asked me to lay face up on the table, sat on my thighs, and massaged my upper body and legs. Then she reversed her position atop me, so I was looking up at massage targets below her waist. Meanwhile, she focused on a piston-like massage until I no longer needed it. Every part of me now was thoroughly relaxed. That is the goal of a good massage, isn’t it?

The cleanup (messy us!) consumed the rest of my time; I certainly got my forty minutes’ worth, exactly as advertised. Allure was a delight, far more predictable than a club, and providing much better mileage than most clubs deliver. Highly recommended.