I walk into pretty much every massage parlor I pass to ask for the rates, a card, and the names of anyone I see, so I’ve checked this place out a few times, but never saw a “Jenny” or a Jenny-like provider (I write notes and names on the back of the cards).
Since large natural breasts have always been rare, and even a nice natural handful have become rarer the last 20 years (it amazes me how many providers with a nice handful get sucked into the fake tit race), I thought Jenny would be worth a special visit.
Anyway, I called recently, “Jenny” herself confirmed she was working, and off I went.
When I arrived, “Jenny” insisted that she was Jenny and that she’s been the only Jenny for at least the last year. I didn’t ask her when she had sent her boobs back to the shop (after all, she’s natural), or comment that her handjob technique must be amazing for guys to fantasize about Russianing her A-cups, I just figured the switch was on.
I politely explained I was looking for a certain woman I had been with a year ago and asked to see the other providers, “Jenny” said the only other one was busy with a client, I said I’ll be back, and “Jenny” aggressively and physically blocked my exit route! I half expected a pimp to jump out of a closet to shake me down.
Anyway, as I got to the door (surprise!) the other woman made an appearance, but it wasn’t Jenny as she was sporting at best a small C, more likely a large B (she wasn’t my type so I can’t comment on the presence/nonpresence of the padded bra).
Moral of the story is that the sisters are getting pissed that Jenny’s getting all the biz, maybe even that Jenny’s trying to throw them a few boners, to keep the peace.
On another note, on the way to my backup I wandered into the place on the west side of 7th Ave between 23/24, was quoted $60 for an hour by the very short and somewhat pudgy Kim, who made sure I knew the place has a tableshower by mentioning it at least 5 times in the 60 seconds I was there. As I was exiting Kim asked if I wanted to see another girl (I could make out one that was sleeping, but couldn’t see what she looked like). Now, I have zero problem saying I’m looking for a specific provider and that’s why I’m not interested in you, but (even though I’ve done it many times) I don’t really like saying I’m not looking for the Pillsbury Doughgirl and that’s why I’m not interested in you, so I left. But other than the “why doesn’t anyone like me” look on Kim’s face, I’ve made note of the fact that there was no drama associated with seeing a lineup. (A lineup of 2? Of 3? Of 30?. This is what keeps me coming back to these places. Other than the sex.)