The Calgary Sun has ads in the back near the comics and online at www.classifiedextra.ca. Flipping through the ads I saw Grand Opening. Perhaps grand opening specials? Perhaps they have balloons?
I'll check it out. Seems easy enough to get there.
Conveniently located a short runaway cart barreling down Edmonton Trail as it turns into 4th Street.
http://classifieds.calgarysun.com/c...-opening-spa-bod/C0A801801d7ec02B2CGIi33AF185
GRAND OPENING *SPA BOD...
GRAND OPENING *SPA BODY CARE* 214 4 St NE-7days 403-265-7245
Google Maps for your direction needs.
http://maps.google.ca/maps?q=214+4+...2E+3S2&t=m&panoid=7Yef5ep_gz0xPCMEvUvK6w&z=17
Spent some time with MSPaint to come up with this for you guys.
I walk in and as soon as I enter my thoughts are confirmed about being an AMP. It is new so that's a plus. The 2 ladies that I see aren't 20 somethings. That is not a plus. They are 30-40? Maybe more. Hard to say. I wanted to turn around but I panicked a little and blurted out "just a half hour".
I am escorted to the room on the right. The one you can see in the picture. If you look closely you can see me.
I give her a crisp Robert Borden. She comes back with two ragged fives. I put the crumpled bills into my pocket and start to get undressed. She leaves me to get on the table. I undress using hooks on the wall to place my clothes. Shirt, pants, jacket , underroos, and then my socks. I take off my socks and I'm barefoot on the tile floor. Holy fuck is the floor cold. I feel like I'm standing on an ice rink. I scoot onto the table for warmth. I look over to the shower wishing I could crank that up to hot and hop in.
I will save the shower for later. For now I have a massage to tend to. She comes back in and I ask for lotion instead of oil. She mumbles something I don't really hear or understand. She puts a towel over my back as I lay face down with my face poking through the face hole.
She gives an alright massage starting the massage over the towel. About 5 minutes pass and she removes the towel. She squirts oil on my back. This must have been the mumbling she was talking about. I'm glad she listened and got out the lotion.
More oil goes on. My arm. My other arm. My leg. It feels good. Doing a decent job. She then reaches for the bottle again and squishes more oil on. I feel the oil go on my back and I feel the motion of her setting the bottle down. I hear a noise that I wasn't sure if it was the bottle being squished. Was the bottle squished?? Was the bottle put back already? Oil doesn't make that sound....?? Huh?
A second of thought passes by.
A small panic.
What is that smell?? No that can't be. Fuuuuu. Really? Really?? My head is stuck in that facehole like a funnel of funk going straight to my nostrils. It took a millisecond for whatever chub I had going on down there to disappear.
I mean disappear completely.
I was speechless trying to press my nose against the side of the towel to suppress the assault. It will be over soon I think to myself. It will soon be all over.
I struggle to relax again. Fortunately oil is used on a strategic location along with some hand grazing on the boys. I relax slightly and the massage continues. I am asked to flip.
I flip.
My front gets massaged and then the phone rings. It rings again. I think to myself she won't answer it. It rings again. She answers it. She will tell them to call back. She doesn't. She has a conversation with a repeat client who is coming by. He is coming by and she tells him to bring something. He agrees. Should I be in this conversation? I've heard all of it clearly. It's ok. John is coming by in 30 minutes. Good. I'll see you later John. I'll see you later as well John.
Back to the massage. I'm lying on my back and she is talking about extras. I'm on the fence on this ride. Not quite sure. I was kind of in the mood before your chat with John. She gives me the extra option for the HJ. 60 bucks.
I ponder for a minute. She is doing a nice job teasing my cock. She moves up to my neck for a minute asking me to lift up a little. When I lift up she starts on my neck.
What was that sound?
Where is that bottle?
The bottle.
Where's the fuckin' BOTTLE???
Really? Really??
Nice. Real nice.
I stand up and step to the shower. She mentions she isn't quite finished. Oh it's ok. I'm finished.
I'm finished when you just sharted the second time.
Fool me once....
I Am.
Snorting Febreze.
SlimShady.
I'll check it out. Seems easy enough to get there.
Conveniently located a short runaway cart barreling down Edmonton Trail as it turns into 4th Street.
http://classifieds.calgarysun.com/c...-opening-spa-bod/C0A801801d7ec02B2CGIi33AF185
GRAND OPENING *SPA BOD...
GRAND OPENING *SPA BODY CARE* 214 4 St NE-7days 403-265-7245
Google Maps for your direction needs.
http://maps.google.ca/maps?q=214+4+...2E+3S2&t=m&panoid=7Yef5ep_gz0xPCMEvUvK6w&z=17
Spent some time with MSPaint to come up with this for you guys.
I walk in and as soon as I enter my thoughts are confirmed about being an AMP. It is new so that's a plus. The 2 ladies that I see aren't 20 somethings. That is not a plus. They are 30-40? Maybe more. Hard to say. I wanted to turn around but I panicked a little and blurted out "just a half hour".
I am escorted to the room on the right. The one you can see in the picture. If you look closely you can see me.
I give her a crisp Robert Borden. She comes back with two ragged fives. I put the crumpled bills into my pocket and start to get undressed. She leaves me to get on the table. I undress using hooks on the wall to place my clothes. Shirt, pants, jacket , underroos, and then my socks. I take off my socks and I'm barefoot on the tile floor. Holy fuck is the floor cold. I feel like I'm standing on an ice rink. I scoot onto the table for warmth. I look over to the shower wishing I could crank that up to hot and hop in.
I will save the shower for later. For now I have a massage to tend to. She comes back in and I ask for lotion instead of oil. She mumbles something I don't really hear or understand. She puts a towel over my back as I lay face down with my face poking through the face hole.
She gives an alright massage starting the massage over the towel. About 5 minutes pass and she removes the towel. She squirts oil on my back. This must have been the mumbling she was talking about. I'm glad she listened and got out the lotion.
More oil goes on. My arm. My other arm. My leg. It feels good. Doing a decent job. She then reaches for the bottle again and squishes more oil on. I feel the oil go on my back and I feel the motion of her setting the bottle down. I hear a noise that I wasn't sure if it was the bottle being squished. Was the bottle squished?? Was the bottle put back already? Oil doesn't make that sound....?? Huh?
A second of thought passes by.
A small panic.
What is that smell?? No that can't be. Fuuuuu. Really? Really?? My head is stuck in that facehole like a funnel of funk going straight to my nostrils. It took a millisecond for whatever chub I had going on down there to disappear.
I mean disappear completely.
I was speechless trying to press my nose against the side of the towel to suppress the assault. It will be over soon I think to myself. It will soon be all over.
I struggle to relax again. Fortunately oil is used on a strategic location along with some hand grazing on the boys. I relax slightly and the massage continues. I am asked to flip.
I flip.
My front gets massaged and then the phone rings. It rings again. I think to myself she won't answer it. It rings again. She answers it. She will tell them to call back. She doesn't. She has a conversation with a repeat client who is coming by. He is coming by and she tells him to bring something. He agrees. Should I be in this conversation? I've heard all of it clearly. It's ok. John is coming by in 30 minutes. Good. I'll see you later John. I'll see you later as well John.
Back to the massage. I'm lying on my back and she is talking about extras. I'm on the fence on this ride. Not quite sure. I was kind of in the mood before your chat with John. She gives me the extra option for the HJ. 60 bucks.
I ponder for a minute. She is doing a nice job teasing my cock. She moves up to my neck for a minute asking me to lift up a little. When I lift up she starts on my neck.
What was that sound?
Where is that bottle?
The bottle.
Where's the fuckin' BOTTLE???
Really? Really??
Nice. Real nice.
I stand up and step to the shower. She mentions she isn't quite finished. Oh it's ok. I'm finished.
I'm finished when you just sharted the second time.
Fool me once....
I Am.
Snorting Febreze.
SlimShady.
