Yesterday's experience at an AMP makes me wonder about some SPs: how much thought do they give to those final minutes? I'm sometimes surprised when an SP makes a very responsive playmate but ends the session coldly. I never like it when the disengagement feels too abrupt.
I had just blasted off a minute earlier; and, after a quick cleanup, I was looking forward to a few minutes of post-coital cuddling—when I heard a harsh female voice speaking to my SP through the door. I didn’t understand the Chinese but assumed this was simply a rude reminder time was up.
I had a feeling we had some time left, but wasn’t sure. In any case, my SP mumbled something to the effect, “Sorry, I have to go” and got up to leave. Wow, I thought—why does she have to leave today when, both times before, she accompanied me into the shower? Have they suddenly become super-strict about time in this place?
I showered by myself. My SP came back in, helped dry me off and, to my surprise, hastily folded and packed up my blanket as if she wished to expedite my departure. Then, while I finished dressing, she left again—a little strange because the other times she had stayed, chatted, shown me the kind of emphatic last-moment affection that helped motivate me to come back.
As I strolled through the hallway toward the front door, she intercepted me, obviously to collect her tip. I gave her .3 and a hug. “Oh,” she said, “it’s not a fifty.” Last time, due to exceptionally good service, I had given her a .5 tip. What’s this, I was wondering—vulgar greed showing through? Could her pretense of affection crumble this easily?
I dug into my back pocket and gave her another .2 so as not to appear stingy just before Christmas; after all, her service had been excellent up until the rude interruption. And then I noticed the reason for her end-of-session inattentiveness: another client was sitting in the TV area, obviously waiting for her—she's probably the star SP at this particular AMP. And she wanted me out because she didn’t wish to risk losing his business by keeping him waiting too long.
Amazingly, the new client greeted me with a jovial smile and even wished me a Merry Christmas! I’ve really no hard feelings toward him—but the SP certainly lost a potential regular by her behavior. Surely this wasn’t the first time that a new client arrived before a current one left. About the worst way to handle this situation would seem for the mamasan to shout through the massage room door words to the effect, “Hurry up in there, you got a new customer.” I would have liked the SP to treat me warmly during the last five or ten minutes, without visible impatience—rather than rushing in and out to communicate with the other guy that she’d be right with him.
Well, I guess this hobby isn’t for the overly sensitive. In any case, I think I’ll give it a one-week rest before trying my luck elsewhere.
I had just blasted off a minute earlier; and, after a quick cleanup, I was looking forward to a few minutes of post-coital cuddling—when I heard a harsh female voice speaking to my SP through the door. I didn’t understand the Chinese but assumed this was simply a rude reminder time was up.
I had a feeling we had some time left, but wasn’t sure. In any case, my SP mumbled something to the effect, “Sorry, I have to go” and got up to leave. Wow, I thought—why does she have to leave today when, both times before, she accompanied me into the shower? Have they suddenly become super-strict about time in this place?
I showered by myself. My SP came back in, helped dry me off and, to my surprise, hastily folded and packed up my blanket as if she wished to expedite my departure. Then, while I finished dressing, she left again—a little strange because the other times she had stayed, chatted, shown me the kind of emphatic last-moment affection that helped motivate me to come back.
As I strolled through the hallway toward the front door, she intercepted me, obviously to collect her tip. I gave her .3 and a hug. “Oh,” she said, “it’s not a fifty.” Last time, due to exceptionally good service, I had given her a .5 tip. What’s this, I was wondering—vulgar greed showing through? Could her pretense of affection crumble this easily?
I dug into my back pocket and gave her another .2 so as not to appear stingy just before Christmas; after all, her service had been excellent up until the rude interruption. And then I noticed the reason for her end-of-session inattentiveness: another client was sitting in the TV area, obviously waiting for her—she's probably the star SP at this particular AMP. And she wanted me out because she didn’t wish to risk losing his business by keeping him waiting too long.
Amazingly, the new client greeted me with a jovial smile and even wished me a Merry Christmas! I’ve really no hard feelings toward him—but the SP certainly lost a potential regular by her behavior. Surely this wasn’t the first time that a new client arrived before a current one left. About the worst way to handle this situation would seem for the mamasan to shout through the massage room door words to the effect, “Hurry up in there, you got a new customer.” I would have liked the SP to treat me warmly during the last five or ten minutes, without visible impatience—rather than rushing in and out to communicate with the other guy that she’d be right with him.
Well, I guess this hobby isn’t for the overly sensitive. In any case, I think I’ll give it a one-week rest before trying my luck elsewhere.






