Before I begin, Iโd like to say that itโs not my intention to offend anyone, with the following review. There were good and not so good things about this session and my position is to describe things as accurately as possible and try to find the humor in what I thought were some absurd moments, at least by my standards, that being said, on with the show.
I happen to be reading the Gazette the day before and I noticed an add for a new massage place with a 620 number, knowing that 620 equals west-island area I thought to myself that maybe this place would be the answer to all the prayers of the members living in the west-island. After having read the reviews on the places out west, I figured maybe someone heard the call and decided to do something right by all those asking for a nice MP out west.
So I let my fingers do the walking and 7 digits later I was talking with someone at the other end. Do you need an appointment? Itโs better but not necessary, how about a half hour from now. That would work. Do you have showers in the room? Yes. Great, see you in 30 minutes. The voice on the other end gave me the impression of surprise that a client was actually going to show up. While on the phone I asked for the rates, $30 for 30 min and $45 for 60 min.
The place is located on the corner of Pierrefonds and Jacques Bizard blvds. Upstairs of the Boni-soir and Dominoโs pizza, entrance is in the front of the strip mall with easy parking at either end of the mall. Up the stairs I go. Thereโs a buzzer near the door but the door isnโt locked so I just enter. Thereโs no one at the front desk so I wait patiently until someone sees me. This gives me time to check the place out a little more. They are still settling in as the wires hanging from the open ceiling can attest, but overall the place is nice and coming along. The reception area and halls are clean if not a little plain and sparse. After taking some mental notes for about 2-3 minutes a beautiful young blond girl notices me. She asks if I was the one that called and I say yes, she tells me it will be just a minute for things to be ready. She brings out a chair and offers me a seat. I knew that this was not the same person I had spoken to on the phone, she had a definite accent, probably Russian, while the other person I had spoken to sounded very local. True this girl was quite beautiful but the overall impression I got from her was that she knows that sheโs hot in the looks department but yet she seemed a little cold and impersonal.
On our way down the hall to the room, I notice another girl in a room watching TV, to me she looked like the girl I had spoken to. She definitely didnโt look like the other girl that was leading me down the hall, which lead me to believe that she was just the receptionist.
Now at the door to the room, Iโm asked if I want 30 or 60 min, to which I respond 60, before I even put a foot past the doorway Iโm asked for the $45, so I give it to my blond goddess with the cold customer service disposition and enter this new territory in the west. Door now closed, I examine my surroundings as I get ready for the shower. The room is quite large, think room 1 at Leonel. The dรฉcor is much more elaborate than at the reception area and the hallway, the room has a taste similar to the style of rooms at Isis. Thereโs a large mirror on the wall at the head of the table, sink, shower, shelves, clock all the usual stuff that would make me say this place was luxurious. The shower spray and hot water were both excellent. There are 3 rooms both smaller and one isnโt finished yet.
Once dry, I hop on the table, which was ok, a little noisy for my taste, wide enough in general but I think that a couple of months from now it might need some upkeep as itโs not the type of table that gives me the impression itโs going to last very long but for now I donโt feel like itโs going to collapse under me. I drape my towel over my butt and take one last glance at the clock, I await the entrance of what I hope will be my blond hostess.
Funny thing about hope is that when you hope youโll get one thing and you donโt, itโs really an uphill battle after that, donโt you think? A little knock on the door and in walks, โthe receptionistโ, after all that hoping a little piece of me died right there on the table, I knew it would take heroic measures to get it back from deathโs door, but I had a feeling that it wasnโt going to happen. Donโt get me wrong, Katrina, who is greek, is a very nice person and all, older 30-40 range, not in bad shape, but aged where youโd expect her to be, ultimately she just wasnโt my type at all.
For example, the first thing she does is remove the towel I had draped over myself and slap my butt a few times and this before the introductions are even made. For those of you that grew up watching Bugs Bunny, do you remember the episode with the abominable snowman, where he picks up Daffy and squeezes the crap out of him and says, โIโm going to pet him and stroke him and call him George.โ, while Daffy is turning blue through his black feathers, well thatโs pretty much what went through my mind at that instant.
With the foreplay now over for the moment, introductions are finally made and we get down to the massage. She applies some oil here and there and asks me if Iโll mind if her hands slip, โprobing meโ with an alienโs touch to demonstrate what she means. Letโs see about that later I say. She asks me if I want a sensual or deep tissue massage, I ask for deep tissue. She begins the massage which was actually quite good, hard and deep and I could feel her hitting all the tough areas. She said sheโs been doing this for 12 years and itโs quite easy to believe, since her massage technique is really quite sound.
I guess 12 years in the business gives you an attitude where, shyness and discretion goes out the window, replaced by bluntness and to some degree a, โWe both know why youโre here attitude.โ Personally I enjoy the, โWhatโs going to happen,โ feeling you get with a new place or girl, well that was replaced with the, โAm I going to survive this experience with all my pieces intact,โ feeling. I felt like the main course at a medieval banquet, all I was missing was in apple in my mouth and Iโd be ready.
By now Iโm sure youโve all guessed that I found Katrina to be overly aggressive for my taste, now I know why thereโs a hurricane named after her. Some of you might find her way refreshing, and call me old school here, Iโll just stick to what Iโm used to and this wasnโt it. In her defense though I did enjoy some teasing she did before the flip and as I said already the massage was great.
Between my mind racing and my imagination reaching new heights, I totally lost track of time. When she tells me to flip so she can use me as a sex toy, I thought to myself for a moment, hmmm, if I jump out the window now I just might make itโฆ.three floors isnโt that high is it? Now flipped over and feeling even more vulnerable, I glance at the time, still 30 minutes left. She starts to apply some oil on my frontal areas, focusing mostly on the middle area and she asks me if I want any options. Knowing full well that I wasnโt interested in much here, I ask whatโs on the menu anyways. As you all know once words come out of your mouth, you canโt take them back. So the menu went 20-40-60 as usual but for $80 I could do anything I want to her. Noooooooooooooooo, why couldnโt someone else have extended this offer to me? Someone whoโs soft and delicate, that I could enjoy and savor and derive mutual pleasure from. From that point on I was in survival mode, the fact that she didnโt turn me on and that my mind was replaying the events thus far over and over, made it difficult for her to put me over the edge. She commented on how long I was lasting and that sheโd never be able to keep up with me if we were really doing it, at that point I just wanted to get close to the 60 minutes I had paid for because, well heck, I did pay for 60 minutes. At the end of 53 minutes I let the session end, my brain now probably bleeding from having to focus on finding my happy ending, not to mention my happy โplaceโ. All during the hj she was going on and on with ooos and ahhs, so hard, so big, I can feel it throbbingโฆblah, blah. When did my life become filled with cheesy โBโ movie dialogue? If I am dreaming that Iโm in a โBโ movie for godโs sake could the guy in the cheap monster suit finish me already so I can wake up from this nightmare!
I could have gone longer but I decided to cut my losses, besides, I could use the extra time to look for my dignity before leaving. So after the ordeal is over I ask for 10 minutes to shower, to which Iโm told that might be too long as they need the room. Rightโฆ this after she tells me that theyโve only had 10 clients in the first week, I guess all of a sudden people are lining up around the block.
I know some of you would probably would have said, ok thatโs enough at some point. So why did I stay, you ask? For the same reason we watch a train wreck, except this time the collateral damage was me!
To make a long story longer, this place is apparently the same owner as the 2 VIPโs. After all the bad reviews I read about west-island MPโs I should have known better, so count me in as having officially taken one for the team.
Even though I could probably go back with another girl and have a better experience and the place is clean and new, Iโd rather not relive these moments again, not to mention that most west-island reviews leave something to be desired in general regardless of where you go. So I think Iโll stick to my usual haunts in the future.
Mr.B