Max Powers
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Yesterday I decided to see what all the buzz was about at the place known as Asia Massage on 117 West Broadway. I entered through the door that faces the alley behind the place, and apparently made somewhat of a surprise entrance, as they girls were lounging around and immediately scrambled into position for viewing. By the way, I did not see any amnesia-inducing drugs being forced on clients upon entry, so can someone tell me why no-one is able to remember the names of the “good girls” in this place? I would have loved to get a recommendation with a name attached,
I was in severe need of a busted nut, and I think that perhaps my pipes were backed up all the way to my eyeballs, and my judgment suffered as a result. There were two girls that caught my eye. One was named Coco, a 20-year-old from Taiwan with large boobs and a goofy smile. The other was named Evy, and she had the cutest “pick me” look on her petite face. In a moment of fleeting insanity, I picked Coco. Paid the $40 for 45 minutes and into the room we went. “Awww shit”, I said to myself when I saw the room, “I hate those little fukkin massage tables. Why can’t they have normal sized beds like they do in China?”
Coco’s massage was not so much lame as it was non-existent. She had no idea what she was doing. She should change her name from Coco to Hoe-Hum. Not wanting to waste precious time, I cut to the chase and asked for the price list for the extras, including FS. “How much you want to pay” was her reply. Great. The clock is ticking and it’s time to play The Price is Right and guess Coco’s selling price. Not only that, she claimed that she never did “that” with customers, unless they promised to cum quick. Immediately, I asked that I switch girls to Evy. Coco refused so call Evy, saying that the mamsan would give her shit, and then was suddenly was verbally compliant on all matters of services and rates. Ended up agreeing on 6 greens for half and half. MY BAD, I should have insisted on changing to Evy.
Although Coco claimed that she “never” allowed customers to go down on her, she was reluctant to let my head come up for air when she realized that I actually know where my tongue belongs. Thinking that she would now be ready to happily reciprocate, I put on the glove and asked for a BJ in return (surprise, surprise, she doesn’t do BBBJ). She reluctantly did so, and her reluctance was more than a little turn off. Although it may be true that even bad head is still good head, I knew that I was going to have to take control if I wanted to get my pop.
What followed was a painful struggle on that little fukkin massage table, with Coco not having a clue how to move, and constantly positioning herself so that it was nearly impossible to penetrate her. I left at the end of the 45-minute session, without having popped and more than just a little pissed off that I had just wasted 8 greens and 100 mg of Vitamin V for a shitty time.
I have learned a few lessons from this.
1. I will NEVER try full service on those little fukkin tables again. No big bed, no tips to the girls. Period.
2. I will appreciate the quality of service and facilities a lot more the next time that I am in China. You get 10 times the service on a full-sized bed for one-sixth of the price. And they almost always know how to give a great massage as well as enjoying getting boinked.
3. I will pick the girl with the “pick-me face” from now on. If she looks like she is not interested, guess what? She’s not interested.
4. I will also learn to appreciate the indy girls like Jasmine in the Steveston area. Although I heard that she hiked up her rates from 100 to 150, she is pretty much a guaranteed good time.
Raz
I was in severe need of a busted nut, and I think that perhaps my pipes were backed up all the way to my eyeballs, and my judgment suffered as a result. There were two girls that caught my eye. One was named Coco, a 20-year-old from Taiwan with large boobs and a goofy smile. The other was named Evy, and she had the cutest “pick me” look on her petite face. In a moment of fleeting insanity, I picked Coco. Paid the $40 for 45 minutes and into the room we went. “Awww shit”, I said to myself when I saw the room, “I hate those little fukkin massage tables. Why can’t they have normal sized beds like they do in China?”
Coco’s massage was not so much lame as it was non-existent. She had no idea what she was doing. She should change her name from Coco to Hoe-Hum. Not wanting to waste precious time, I cut to the chase and asked for the price list for the extras, including FS. “How much you want to pay” was her reply. Great. The clock is ticking and it’s time to play The Price is Right and guess Coco’s selling price. Not only that, she claimed that she never did “that” with customers, unless they promised to cum quick. Immediately, I asked that I switch girls to Evy. Coco refused so call Evy, saying that the mamsan would give her shit, and then was suddenly was verbally compliant on all matters of services and rates. Ended up agreeing on 6 greens for half and half. MY BAD, I should have insisted on changing to Evy.
Although Coco claimed that she “never” allowed customers to go down on her, she was reluctant to let my head come up for air when she realized that I actually know where my tongue belongs. Thinking that she would now be ready to happily reciprocate, I put on the glove and asked for a BJ in return (surprise, surprise, she doesn’t do BBBJ). She reluctantly did so, and her reluctance was more than a little turn off. Although it may be true that even bad head is still good head, I knew that I was going to have to take control if I wanted to get my pop.
What followed was a painful struggle on that little fukkin massage table, with Coco not having a clue how to move, and constantly positioning herself so that it was nearly impossible to penetrate her. I left at the end of the 45-minute session, without having popped and more than just a little pissed off that I had just wasted 8 greens and 100 mg of Vitamin V for a shitty time.
I have learned a few lessons from this.
1. I will NEVER try full service on those little fukkin tables again. No big bed, no tips to the girls. Period.
2. I will appreciate the quality of service and facilities a lot more the next time that I am in China. You get 10 times the service on a full-sized bed for one-sixth of the price. And they almost always know how to give a great massage as well as enjoying getting boinked.
3. I will pick the girl with the “pick-me face” from now on. If she looks like she is not interested, guess what? She’s not interested.
4. I will also learn to appreciate the indy girls like Jasmine in the Steveston area. Although I heard that she hiked up her rates from 100 to 150, she is pretty much a guaranteed good time.
Raz