Sakura
Searched around for some action the other day.
Ended up at Sakura against my better judgement. I hate to dis the local talent but here goes:
Greeted by Amy. Being her frantic self, I was directed to the back of the establishment and basically told to hide. I get it. There's lots of guys and they are trying to avoid any interaction between patrons.
Next thing I know, the most recently released schmuck is walked right by me in the back room. I'm thinking to my self, " why is there a waiting room in the front?"
We say "Hi" to each other.
Amy then leads me to a room. I think, "Great! In, out. Home in a bit." Takes 60 for a 45 session. Gives me 10 change after a while. Hey, what's 5 bucks, right?
No. I was to be disappointed.
First up: I needed to shower. I waited and waited for her to come back to the room to seek permission to use the shower as there was quite a lot of commotion out side the room. I could hear the girls talking in the corridor. Jibbering and jabbering in their native tounge. I finally strutted out in some flowery house coat to where I remember the shower is. But no. Amy [who intercepts me in the hall] tells me that the shower no longer works. She directs me to the washroom.
Suffice it to say, the can had none of the accoutrements necessary to clean oneself up as would a shower. I did the best I could under the circumstances. Paper was lacking as was towels.
2nd:
I waited in the room for 25 minutes. Lying face down. Hoping beyond all hope that she would step in and start a session. I could hear her out side talking to her girls, her customers, her girls again, her girls, and then her girls, who knows who else.
3rd: after me looking at the clock for the fourteenth time, she enters. She asks me if I want to see another girl. The one I saw in the hall I wouldn't have clean out my lint trap, let alone wax my pipe. Besides, Amy has a certain technique that I haven't found too annoying in the past.
4th: She asks me again if I want the AC on. I say yes for the 4th time. Smokin' hot in the building. Temperature wise. She gives me a slight swoosh with the hands and disappears again.
I can now hear her talking to someone else. I thinks to meself: "Let's split, self" but I can't draw away now. I'm naked after all. 10 minutes later the AC comes on.
5th:The session finally starts. The door to our room is left ajar. Presumably to greet new customers. I really don't care, 'cause I really need some relief.
6th: Standard fare from Amy. Asks to bump me up to topless on the flip. Persuasive. {What's with those nipples?]
When the end was imminent, one of the girls calls through the door. Amy answers. A conversation ensues at top volume. I don't know what she was saying when I issued, but I do know they weren't talking about me.
7th:
Amy realizes that I have been there over an hour and had a 15 minute massage. She gives me some perfunctory machinations. I dress and leave. Left the appropriate amount on the table to agree with the 5 bucks she withheld and the 20 I had been coerced into.
8th: One of her minions runs after me, and asks if I paid her. Thouroghly disgusted, I answer, "yes.".
Felt like a sucker. Been there over an hour and felt used.
I like to support local talent and businesses, but I'm done with this one.
Jack.
Searched around for some action the other day.
Ended up at Sakura against my better judgement. I hate to dis the local talent but here goes:
Greeted by Amy. Being her frantic self, I was directed to the back of the establishment and basically told to hide. I get it. There's lots of guys and they are trying to avoid any interaction between patrons.
Next thing I know, the most recently released schmuck is walked right by me in the back room. I'm thinking to my self, " why is there a waiting room in the front?"
We say "Hi" to each other.
Amy then leads me to a room. I think, "Great! In, out. Home in a bit." Takes 60 for a 45 session. Gives me 10 change after a while. Hey, what's 5 bucks, right?
No. I was to be disappointed.
First up: I needed to shower. I waited and waited for her to come back to the room to seek permission to use the shower as there was quite a lot of commotion out side the room. I could hear the girls talking in the corridor. Jibbering and jabbering in their native tounge. I finally strutted out in some flowery house coat to where I remember the shower is. But no. Amy [who intercepts me in the hall] tells me that the shower no longer works. She directs me to the washroom.
Suffice it to say, the can had none of the accoutrements necessary to clean oneself up as would a shower. I did the best I could under the circumstances. Paper was lacking as was towels.
2nd:
I waited in the room for 25 minutes. Lying face down. Hoping beyond all hope that she would step in and start a session. I could hear her out side talking to her girls, her customers, her girls again, her girls, and then her girls, who knows who else.
3rd: after me looking at the clock for the fourteenth time, she enters. She asks me if I want to see another girl. The one I saw in the hall I wouldn't have clean out my lint trap, let alone wax my pipe. Besides, Amy has a certain technique that I haven't found too annoying in the past.
4th: She asks me again if I want the AC on. I say yes for the 4th time. Smokin' hot in the building. Temperature wise. She gives me a slight swoosh with the hands and disappears again.
I can now hear her talking to someone else. I thinks to meself: "Let's split, self" but I can't draw away now. I'm naked after all. 10 minutes later the AC comes on.
5th:The session finally starts. The door to our room is left ajar. Presumably to greet new customers. I really don't care, 'cause I really need some relief.
6th: Standard fare from Amy. Asks to bump me up to topless on the flip. Persuasive. {What's with those nipples?]
When the end was imminent, one of the girls calls through the door. Amy answers. A conversation ensues at top volume. I don't know what she was saying when I issued, but I do know they weren't talking about me.
7th:
Amy realizes that I have been there over an hour and had a 15 minute massage. She gives me some perfunctory machinations. I dress and leave. Left the appropriate amount on the table to agree with the 5 bucks she withheld and the 20 I had been coerced into.
8th: One of her minions runs after me, and asks if I paid her. Thouroghly disgusted, I answer, "yes.".
Felt like a sucker. Been there over an hour and felt used.
I like to support local talent and businesses, but I'm done with this one.
Jack.
