http://maps.google.ca/maps?q=16th+a...=HSwO70n2zoscIQ4sxiDf5Q&cbp=12,270.89,,1,0.51
And no that isn't me in the picture.
Location is near the corner of 16th Ave and Centre Street of course. 1607 Centre Street N.
I found it a little bit different as it's always nighttime when I go there. I heard of the silent HJ and decided to give it a whirl. After the last session I had with a too talkative SP I thought this can't be all that bad.
I ventured the front street past the signs and street garbage and to the inset white door that leads up the stairs. Opening the door and hearing the all familiar door bell ring of a jack shack, I lumber up the stairs pausing halfway to catch my breath. I really need to start doing hot yoga. I guess I'll do that once I find some yoga pants that have pockets to hold change.
I continue my stair quest only to find a door at the top of said stairs. Lucky for me it is open. I did not have the strength to carry on much further. I'm met by an asian lady/woman. I would go into great lengths to describe her but just imagine an AMP and she's an attendant. There you go. I've just described her.
Since this was my first rodeo here I thought I would carry on in the tradition of the review posted by MrSlugabed. I follow the attendant and settle into the room. Except this wasn't the room that was described in MrSlugabed's review. I could see the closet-like rooms he was jammed into. They were quaint. Cute even. But I didn't get placed there.
I was put into the larger room on the side. Except it was only larger because it didn't have walls separating the 2 beds it only had a curtain. Well I never...well actually I'm sure I have.
I'm told to get undressed and get on table #2 as table #1 was being used as just that. A table. There was a laptop. Some papers, a plate and a few other things strewn about. I do as I'm told and undress. Quite seductively if I don't say so myself. Although my gyrating was wasted as there was nobody to watch.
I leave the money on the table. Using the previous MrSlugabed guideline I pony up $70. Yes. $70. You heard that right. There was even a $20 bill in the pile. Start marking your calendar.
A few minutes later she comes back in and proceeds with the massage. She asks how long I want to stay. I request 30 mins. She start the massage and it's alright. Medium pressure. A little talk about the weather and more massage. After 20 or so she starts to tease my berries and then asks if I would like a full body massage. I answer with a stiff 3 inches. I turn over and allow her to continue with the massage. She grabs another bottle of oil and it's not a flip top lid but an actual pump. She starts to pump the oil on my man meat. I'm more interested in the odd sound the bottle was making rather than the oiling of my johnson.
At this point I debate whether to allow her to milk me in all my frothy goodness or just let her continue teasing me. Maybe I'm going through a tease and denial phase? Who knows. I give it a minute of her teasing and rubbing my shaft. I ask her to continue and just tease me. She questions why I don't want her to make me cum. I don't really answer and just tell her that what she is doing feels good.
A couple minutes pass and I hear the phone ring. She doesn't answer it. Another ring and I hear the phone being answered and another female answers it speaking a language I don't understand. Well only part of it. The only part that I understood was that it was made by another female. My ears perk up like keys jingling to a dog.
I ask if there is another girl working. She says there is. I inquire if she is available. More specifically I ask if she wants to watch. Hell why not. She asks and they banter back and forth in some Asian dialect that I have no clue of. All I know is that the door opened and a taller asian in a skirt and fishnet stockings appears.
I'm nearing the end of the session and I'm still undecided if I want to pop or not. The first lady seems to be enjoying teasing me and is trying to get me to pop. Alright. A battle of wills. Only one will survive.
She picks up the pace. I'm managing. She then says something to the one watching a couple feet away. Next thing you know it's 2 on 1. More like 4 on 1.
4 hands.
4 hands vs. 3 inches.
I'm outnumbered. I think to myself that this is alright. It is alright. But this is too good to be true. I'm still undecided on popping or not and it's now a little more difficult when they grab your hand and place it on their ass. The second one asks if I am going to tip. I knew it was too good to be true. Either way she asks for the same donation and nod in agreement.
Now with both teasing and splashing oil all about I am no match. I try to fight it but it's not working.
Pop.
Ooops.
They both seem elated at the effort they put in. I too seem elated.
A hot towel clean up in aisle 3 and I'm spic n span.
The first one goes out of the room and the second one asks me to lie down again. She starts giving me a massage again. Cool. I didn't even have to ask. She massages me for another 20 mins. Starts teasing my junk again. Just as I was getting used to it she giggles and says times up.
Nothing wrong with that. It's time for my bed anyway. I get dressed and give her thanks and her donation and I'm down the stairs in the night air.
I Am.
Througho With This Duo.
SlimShady.
And no that isn't me in the picture.
Location is near the corner of 16th Ave and Centre Street of course. 1607 Centre Street N.
I found it a little bit different as it's always nighttime when I go there. I heard of the silent HJ and decided to give it a whirl. After the last session I had with a too talkative SP I thought this can't be all that bad.
I ventured the front street past the signs and street garbage and to the inset white door that leads up the stairs. Opening the door and hearing the all familiar door bell ring of a jack shack, I lumber up the stairs pausing halfway to catch my breath. I really need to start doing hot yoga. I guess I'll do that once I find some yoga pants that have pockets to hold change.
I continue my stair quest only to find a door at the top of said stairs. Lucky for me it is open. I did not have the strength to carry on much further. I'm met by an asian lady/woman. I would go into great lengths to describe her but just imagine an AMP and she's an attendant. There you go. I've just described her.
Since this was my first rodeo here I thought I would carry on in the tradition of the review posted by MrSlugabed. I follow the attendant and settle into the room. Except this wasn't the room that was described in MrSlugabed's review. I could see the closet-like rooms he was jammed into. They were quaint. Cute even. But I didn't get placed there.
I was put into the larger room on the side. Except it was only larger because it didn't have walls separating the 2 beds it only had a curtain. Well I never...well actually I'm sure I have.
I'm told to get undressed and get on table #2 as table #1 was being used as just that. A table. There was a laptop. Some papers, a plate and a few other things strewn about. I do as I'm told and undress. Quite seductively if I don't say so myself. Although my gyrating was wasted as there was nobody to watch.
I leave the money on the table. Using the previous MrSlugabed guideline I pony up $70. Yes. $70. You heard that right. There was even a $20 bill in the pile. Start marking your calendar.
A few minutes later she comes back in and proceeds with the massage. She asks how long I want to stay. I request 30 mins. She start the massage and it's alright. Medium pressure. A little talk about the weather and more massage. After 20 or so she starts to tease my berries and then asks if I would like a full body massage. I answer with a stiff 3 inches. I turn over and allow her to continue with the massage. She grabs another bottle of oil and it's not a flip top lid but an actual pump. She starts to pump the oil on my man meat. I'm more interested in the odd sound the bottle was making rather than the oiling of my johnson.
At this point I debate whether to allow her to milk me in all my frothy goodness or just let her continue teasing me. Maybe I'm going through a tease and denial phase? Who knows. I give it a minute of her teasing and rubbing my shaft. I ask her to continue and just tease me. She questions why I don't want her to make me cum. I don't really answer and just tell her that what she is doing feels good.
A couple minutes pass and I hear the phone ring. She doesn't answer it. Another ring and I hear the phone being answered and another female answers it speaking a language I don't understand. Well only part of it. The only part that I understood was that it was made by another female. My ears perk up like keys jingling to a dog.
I ask if there is another girl working. She says there is. I inquire if she is available. More specifically I ask if she wants to watch. Hell why not. She asks and they banter back and forth in some Asian dialect that I have no clue of. All I know is that the door opened and a taller asian in a skirt and fishnet stockings appears.
I'm nearing the end of the session and I'm still undecided if I want to pop or not. The first lady seems to be enjoying teasing me and is trying to get me to pop. Alright. A battle of wills. Only one will survive.
She picks up the pace. I'm managing. She then says something to the one watching a couple feet away. Next thing you know it's 2 on 1. More like 4 on 1.
4 hands.
4 hands vs. 3 inches.
I'm outnumbered. I think to myself that this is alright. It is alright. But this is too good to be true. I'm still undecided on popping or not and it's now a little more difficult when they grab your hand and place it on their ass. The second one asks if I am going to tip. I knew it was too good to be true. Either way she asks for the same donation and nod in agreement.
Now with both teasing and splashing oil all about I am no match. I try to fight it but it's not working.
Pop.
Ooops.
They both seem elated at the effort they put in. I too seem elated.
A hot towel clean up in aisle 3 and I'm spic n span.
The first one goes out of the room and the second one asks me to lie down again. She starts giving me a massage again. Cool. I didn't even have to ask. She massages me for another 20 mins. Starts teasing my junk again. Just as I was getting used to it she giggles and says times up.
Nothing wrong with that. It's time for my bed anyway. I get dressed and give her thanks and her donation and I'm down the stairs in the night air.
I Am.
Througho With This Duo.
SlimShady.
