Crystal Flowers Asia Massage: my first retreat ever

[Taken nme :)]

Seems the rain won’t ease up all day: ideal pooning weather. I start by sounding out a stunning Vietnamese lovely at a hair salon near Broadway & Fraser for possible extras during a 30-min foot massage—but sense no encouragement.

Next I take a chance on nearby Crystal Flowers. Reviews of this place in recent years have been almost uniformly scary: e.g. http://www.eforum.xxx.ca/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=83456&highlight=Asia+Mass. The first strange thing I notice is they share space in a building occupied mostly by government offices. I brave a bustling crowd of people in the lobby to ring the door bell located unusually high up, perhaps to discourage minors or disoriented welfare applicants from using it.

The petite Chinese lady who furtively opens the door is sexily dressed, though her facial features strike me as uninvitingly owlish and mercenary. She goes by the name of Mimi and quotes me the usual room rates of about a dollar/minute. I ask firmly for the all-inclusive. Mimi doesn’t seem pleased and says I’ll have to discuss this with other girls. To my question of how many girls are working, she feeds me the usual line that there’re three. But only one actually turns out to be available—the others allegedly are busy. I’m beginning to feel a little annoyed. Exaggerating the number of girls is among recurrent lies I’m being told in AMPS, right up there with the “Grand Opening” these places advertise.

Though Mimi initially demands payment up front. I insist on seeing the girl before I pay. Mimi relents and leads me to a large room. In fact, the whole place impresses me as amazingly roomy in a space-wasting and not particularly well-decorated way—can’t imagine how they pay their rent.

No more Mr Supernice Guy, I’m thinking; if I don’t like the girl, I’ll bail. I’m briefly introduced to Carmen, a tallish, unsmiling Chinese in her twenties with a rather puffy face and purple-colored punk-style hair. Appearancewise she's clearly in the category of SPs with whom a romp isn’t worth $.5 to me (though I might accept a freebie). I tell Mimi, “I’m not going to stay.” She flashes me a look of utter hate and, wordlessly, ushers me back out into the busy lobby.

I decide to move on to greener pastures next. If any fellow pooner has had a recent positive FS experience at Crystal Flowers, I’d sure like to hear of it.