Review of "The Asian House". After hearing about it on this thread, I decided to check it out.
Location: A decent enough, if not lower class, house in the east end. It's on a VERY busy street, so if someone driving by spots you, be ready to explain why you were walking in. It was a large room with a hard mattress with a towel on it. This room is equipped for one activity only.
Looks: I knew all the photos in the ad were fake, so I asked for a real pic via text. I got one of a relatively attractive heavily-filtered Asian woman in her 30s. I figured that one was fake too, but eh, I'm curious, so I went for it. The woman who answered the door wasn't the one in the texted photo. Very average looking. Short with no real assets to speak of.
Service: She got right to it, even put on the dome with her mouth before I was even at half mast. I was impressed she could even get it on. She went at it with an average amount of technique and enthusiasm. It was good enough to get me close to popping well before the time limit, so I asked for a massage. She had a bottle of oil on the night stand, but decided not to use that at all. Nope, just the ole dry rub like a side of brisket. The massage was rather strange. No oil, just rubbing. It did relax me a bit. When I flipped onto my stomach she started to wrench my shoulders so I told her to stop and she gave the rest of my back a decent massage.
I flipped back for more cbj and she asked if I wanted fs. I said no, as I wasn't inspired, so she went back to work. We did a few positions, me laying, then standing, then sitting. I looked at my watch and 20 minutes had passed, so I decided to let fly. When I did, she jumped back as though I caught her by surprise, even though I was covered. If her English had been better, I would've made a joke like "oh didn't see it coming?"
The thought of that made me laugh, and almost interrupted my nut. Thankfully she kept working with her hand, but it was a bit awkward for her to have switched from mouth to hand.
When she took off the dome, she did this weird thing where she lifted the side, which made my load spill all over the effing place. (Coincidentally Shyanne did the same thing). I figured they'd have better technique for something they do so regularly.
I got up to leave and saw her adjust the towel I'd been on. I didn't think she'd re-do the sheets each round, but not even washing the towel my butt crack was on? That made me feel pretty icky.
All in all, I'm glad I appeased my curiosity, but no way I'm going back. For the price, we have way better options.