Hot Spring in North Van

[spz1827]

A few days back I found myself passing through Vancouver and feeling the urge for a good relaxing rub-and-tug. I called up my favourite indy massage lady, but she was away that day. I called the ladies on my backup list, but it just wasn't my day.

Then I remembered that I had thought of trying out Hot Spring in North Van some time. I hadn't been to an MP for years, but I decided to give it a shot.

When I showed up, I found the routine pretty familiar, even after my time away from it. I guess the system for processing guys with money and an urge doesn't change much over the years. The greeter was a very attractive lady. She ran through the price list, and I decided on an hour-and -half massage for $110. She showed me to a very nice room, clean, with an ensuite shower and a rack full of clean towels. She left me to shower, and showed me the call-button to call her when I was ready.

I wasn't particularly surprised that it was not the attractive greeter who came when I was ready. The masseuse was a pleasant-enough young woman, of the stocky peasant variety, with a shape much more tubular than hour-glass. She set about doing an energetic and diligent, but not particularly skilled massage. She sat on my back, working away on me with feet, knees, elbows and whatever other bony appendages she possessed. A good deal of the time she was grinding per pelvis into my tailbone. I'm not sure whether that was intended to be theraputic or erotic, but for me it was neither. Maybe she enjoyed it.

She made valiant attempts at conversation, but her limited English wasn't complemented by my non-existent Mandarin. She actually came up with some interesting things to talk about, and the conversation could have been fun, but the effort of understanding each other became more than it was worth and we gave it up.

The happy ending was a pretty standard, well-executed tug. She stayed clothed.

While getting cleaned up, I pondered how much to tip, and decided on $60, based on an "A" for effort and her pleasant demeanor. When I gave it to her, she asked for more, saying that the standard tip for a ninety-minute session was more. I gave her another $20, but decided that I would resist any future urges to drop by.

 

[Pompal 09.]

So $190 for a tubular tug? Ouch!

I got there myself, but not quite as badly. Guess if you're stuck in NV it's an option, but I'd never repeat.

 

[chad]

ya, let's advertise the r&t services her too
so that it will get shut down like the one in Van.