Tuesday, at about 2:30pm, my work had me in the 400/Hwy.7 area and as I had some extra time, I decided to stop in at an MP I used to frequent a few years ago. (Creditstone Spa) I'm not sure why I chose to go there as in the past it was pretty much always hit and miss (mostly miss.) I just saw the Credistone road sign and made a left. Got to the front door and it was locked, I was going to walk away but I tapped on the glass. Women in her mid-thirties, soccer mom hairdo, with huge tits (and matching derriere) answered the door holding a vacuum cleaner and invited me in...I entered. Definitely not my type ( I prefer young EE's) but she had a decent face and a nice smile so I figured, what the fuck, I'm here now, seems like a nice chick, very friendly (I got a good imagination anyways.)
Started with a little pre-shower haggling, "Have I been here before?" "Yes" "What can I do for ya?" "The works" (I always say that...just trying to see what she's into, most places max out at BS or something to that affect but ya never know.) "Well, I don't know about the other girls but I charge $180." Obviously, were not talking about regular MP services so I opted for a treatment somewhere in the middle of her standards and a regular MPA’s. Jumped in the shower (it was clean with plenty of fresh towels and soap) and sat back and relaxed in a chair next to the table. Melanie walked in (I think that was her name) and her first question was, "Are you Scottish?" "Why?
Started with a little pre-shower haggling, "Have I been here before?" "Yes" "What can I do for ya?" "The works" (I always say that...just trying to see what she's into, most places max out at BS or something to that affect but ya never know.) "Well, I don't know about the other girls but I charge $180." Obviously, were not talking about regular MP services so I opted for a treatment somewhere in the middle of her standards and a regular MPA’s. Jumped in the shower (it was clean with plenty of fresh towels and soap) and sat back and relaxed in a chair next to the table. Melanie walked in (I think that was her name) and her first question was, "Are you Scottish?" "Why?