I think her name was Brittney - tall white girl -- really down to earth and liked erotic talk...lol
I don't know if Tokyo Massage has new mgt? - I just read a review on perb that said Carmen is still there - think she runs the place - I am assuming same mgt as she once told me she was friends with the owner.....
If you go there please post a review - take one for the pooners team eh!?! cheers
Here is a post I just found about Tokyo Massage from 2012 Massage Planet site - It pretty sums up what I remember:
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Default Vicki @ Tokyo Acupressure Health Centre: eros tinged with affection
My second visit to Tokyo Health in 4 days…I'm here to fulfill my promise to test "the new girl." A long-time favorite of mine, Lulu, who now works as acting manager, introduced me to Vicki last Friday.
The door is opened today by Becky, a petite Japanese stunner. Probably her turn to try her luck. She seems disappointed when I ask for the manager rather than being bowled over by her desirability. Sure enough, Lulu is filling in again as manager. I'm the only customer; Monday afternoon isn't a high-traffic time slot.
Lulu treats me to a welcome hug, confirms that Vicki is available and gives me the "VIP room" with the wide massage table. I get the usual paraphernalia out of my pooner bag: freshly laundered blanket; CD player; silk bathrobe; as well as condoms, lube, face towel and pheromone spray.
Fresh out from the shower, just as I'm spraying the pheromone on, there’s a knock on the door. “Come in,” I say, and Vicki greets me with an emphatic “So happy to see you!” She's a tall, robust, broad-faced girl from Beijing in her mid-20s (I’d guess), allegedly only 2 wks on the job.
A bigger guy myself, I've noticed my mating urges are actually stronger with full-bodied ladies (who can take a passionate romp) than with dainty Asian baby dolls (though I certainly don’t sneeze at either). Though not a ravishing beauty, Vicki has fertility-radiating girl-next-door appeal in my eyes—and an endearingly desperate eagerness to please.
With Lulu vouching for me being a good guy, I figure breaking the ice with Vicki shouldn't be difficult. And she'd hardly want me to have complaints to report to Lulu.
When Vicki hears a popular Teresa Teng song on my CD player—a love song burned into the psyche of every Chinese—she immediately expresses appreciation. The trance-inducing effect of this music on many Chinese women is equivalent to the altered state induced in men by pornography. In my experience, Teresa Teng songs help create a “fuck-me-right-now” mood.
Rubbing Vicki's kitty through her panties, I put her hands on Tantalizer while we hug, sing, dance and chat, in a mix of English and Mandarin. I lightly brush my lips against hers, expecting the usual reluctance to kiss. But just the opposite happens: she's receptive to LFK and, very quickly, DFK. Amazing, how a sparring of tongues helps get Tantalizer all animated.
I offer Vicki a choice of stockings: red or black. She picks the black and rolls them on while I caress her thighs. Stripping out of her dress she reveals voluptuous feminine curves, including the kind of plump ass I prefer. She's also well-stacked with what appear to be naturals.
We stretch out side-by-side, on the blanket-covered table, for exploratory petting. But she touches Tantalizer too timidly. So I crawl down between her legs. While my tongue glides across her trimmed, clean-tasting gash, I whip Tantalizer into shape.
Time to wrap him for action. Vicki is about to roll on the condom using her mouth, but I stop her—I don't want her to get turned off by the Trojan's awful latex taste.
Her legs spread, I slide in. I can't help feeling how much more alluring a pair of stockings make a spread-eagled woman. The impressive tightness of Vicki's passion crack, and her seemingly unfeigned enthusiasm for banging, almost make me pop prematurely. I launch into dirty talking, which Vicki with her limited English can't of course reciprocate.
We go into ACG next. The angle Vicki chooses, and her rhythm, reflect inexperience. The best part is that she bends down to kiss while riding me. When I motion her to turn over for DOGGIE, she willingly sticks her soft, ample bum up in the air. I give her kitty a pretty fierce slamming, all the while fantasizing about squeezing into that other darkly beckoning orifice above it.
I change condoms and have her lie on her back again. Then I massage her G-spot with two fingers while licking her clit; a very well-received initiative. Next I pour lubricant on her own fingers and direct them to her butthole. She's totally cooperative. Emboldened, I slide the middle finger of my left hand slowly, deeply, into her anal orifice and enjoy feeling her sphincter tighten in little spasms.
Should I try to take backdoor play a notch or two further? No, I've pushed my luck far enough today. But next time I'll definitely have a butt plug ready.
I work up a good sweat coasting to finish in MISH. Vicki's robust frame easily absorbs intense pounding. One thing, though, I'll teach Vicki in the future: to make a lot more smiley eye contact all throughout the horizontal dance.
For a minute after my release, we capture the magic of the moment holding and kissing each other, before we disengage. She cleans me up and then rejoins me, at my request, for about 5 min of post-coital cuddle. We talk and sing some more; she has a lovely voice.
"I'd do anything with you," she says, at one point.
"You really seem to like men," I say.
"Yes," she says. "I like fuck every day."
She stays around while I shower, putting on her dress, preening herself and looking in the mirror in a critical way. My hunch is that insecurity about her looks helps motivate her dedicated, super unrushed service. But she's probably very much a YMMV type of girl: a guy needs to warm her up, make her feel trust, respect her limits and vulnerabilities.
Lulu knocks to let us know we're way over time. I almost feel a twinge of heartache when we finally part. Vicki made me feel this wasn't just business, but something else: eros tinged with affection.
I'll be back, soon. In the meantime, I beg all but the most discerning pooners to stay away
