Relaxation Spa

[LadyLea]

Well, that's fair. I didn't actually give her my number - I called her once to see if she was available and she saved my number...if it was a problem for me I would have told her not to call me again - the first time would be her bad, after that it would be mine for not saying something if it was a real problem. My intention was really to give the brethren here a heads up that if they use that number they might get a cold call...

And I FULLY intend to use the economic leverage to my advantage on my Sunday Ctown visit tomorrow...

 

[lipstickdreams]

I think business is slow everywhere. Disposable income is down for many...sigh sign o' the times. Anway, if you give out your number cold calls are expected. You should use this to your advantage i.e., more extras.

 

[Incarcerated Bert]

Ummm, has anyone else who has called Wendy / Lily / #5's cell number gotten a call from her recently asking when you'll be coming back because she "misses" you?

Personally I have no issue with getting calls from a provider, but she's called me several times now and I found it surprising since there never seems to be a shortage of traffic at this place as far as I can see...perhaps Wendy / Lily herself is not getting the share of the traffic she would like, I dunno. In any case, take note - if you use that number and call her, you should probably tell her if you don't want her calling you...

 

[Albert L]

I think he said "$ total" which in my interpretation would be the 45 house + 55 tip, since "$" is usually 100.

My question is, did you actually get a true BBBJ from her, as in taking your cock fully into her mouth. For me, she does alot of licking but I haven't had her do any actual sucking. Licking without sucking is...not nearly as nice.

 

[xjhgwmdv]

may I ask what the negiotiated price was? worth it to you? tks in advance

 

[Billy bob]

I decided to walk in one day and got Wendy again. During the flip I asked for BBBJ and she settled on $ total.

 

[Janitza]

I've been with Jennifer #7- she gave a nice massage and enjoyed me sucking on her boobs during the HE.

 

[~luvs 4ever!~]

As far as I know HE only with the others, but there are at least 2 or 3 I haven't been with and as always YMMV so who knows. I'm not surprised Wendy delivered twice. She sort of suggested to me she would give me two pops but...I'm a one and done guy...10 or 20 years ago 2 pops, sure...It might be kind of funny to have her try. If anything would induce a repetitive motion injury it would be the attempt the induce my second pop...

 

[ImanLii?LiBRA]

good post, anything more than just a HE from the other girls, was there 2 weeks ago and had wendy, made me bust twice

 

[Stuart S]

Warning: the next post will bug the shit out of some. If you're not into this sort of thing, don't read it.

 

[blutoadmirer]

Awakened rudely by the blaring electronic ring of my phone, I cover my ears, hoping they only feel like they’re on fire and aren't actually in flames. My head feels like the inside of a loudspeaker, which is where I left it the night before. I white-knuckle it and the ringing stops. The grey fog in my vision won't let up but then the ringing starts again, the way it always does, and I know the only answer is to pick up the phone.

"King Otis," I croak "Hand Job Detective."

"Otis" the voice on the other end barks, "It's me, Jackie Hand." Hand is a friend from way back but also a good customer. He has two things I love in a client: a large inheritance and remorseless sex addiction. "I heard a rumor there's a place on Grand Street where the massages are good and the hand jobs are even better" he says.

The fog clears quickly at the promise of a paying gig and the prospect of sampling the wares at another happy ending emporium. I sit up quickly, regret it, and lay back down. "OK, Hand. I can take your case."

"The name of the place is 'Thousand Hands'. Lady named Lily" Hand says. "Now get your sorry ass out of Brooklyn, I need results!" He slams the phone down and my ears burst into flames again. Time for a shower.

An hour later my two tone shoes hit the sidewalk at Grand and Essex, mentally clocking the places I know that might fit the bill. Good Luck Accupressure...not a chance. A decent rub and tug spot but grandmas ain't Jackie's speed. Chinatown Grand...no, he said this place gives a "good" massage and handy, not a shitty massage and blow job. Grand Spa...no way, Jackie wouldn't be caught dead in a place with a table shower.

I pass my favorite Grand Street joint. The place is a hair salon with a sign out front that reads "Relaxing Spa Palace". I darken their door at least once a week - they have achieved a level of consistent quality that is rare in this grimy business. It's almost like a paramilitary operation, with a hierarchical chain of command that would make General Patton blush.

You walk in the door and the army of Chinese women presents arms. The 200 pound mamasan in charge has the kind of permanent scowl that leaves lines on her face and bruises on your soul. I remember one night as I was leaving she was getting out of the shower and I almost collided with her, dripping, wearing only her towel. Without a trace of embarrassment or concern she continued barking out orders I couldn't understand, cutting a glance in my direction that instantly reduced me to the size of a bug as I hustled my ass out of there.

Through a door at the back of the salon is a little "spa" area with four or five massage stalls, 2 showers and some lockers. Guys who obsess about privacy steer clear of this kind of joint. You can hear what's going on in the other stalls, and it would only take a small error in timing to wind up face to face with another rub junkie.

The floors are so clean they sparkle like a newly minted dime. The showers are hot and clean. Walking away from less well-appointed Chinatown places with an oily cock in my pants I've been tempted to stop in here and just ask if I can pay to use their shower.

There is majesty and mystery in this place. The girls are numbered just like the lockers. Ask your girl her name, she might give you her "professional" name or her number. Amy / #2...Coco / #12...you get the idea.

As far as service is concerned, what you get here is always a superb massage followed by an excellent handjob. You can get your hands on the girls' tits, shirts pulled up, bras open...you can generally grab their asses...that's about as far as it goes, but that's all you'll need...these ladies are exceptionally well trained. The depth of talent and consistency is incomparable.

Week after week I walk in and an hour later I walk out smiling. Standing on Grand, some moments come to mind...
A hot August afternoon. Chasing a tip from a fellow rub junkie, I walk right past the storefront thinking it's just a hair salon before I stop and do a double take. No hair salon has so many beautiful women sitting and waiting for customers...

I head to the back with Coco (#12), a pretty young Malaysian girl in her early 20's. The hard massage surprises me. She's not a big girl but her hands are strong and she knows how to use them. She dims the lights and massages my ass, then she reaches under and strokes my growing cock. Her breath is short and hard and with her other hand against my ass she starts to stroke and I have to stop her...I've had hundreds of rubs, it takes work to finish me. But the intensity of her breathing and the sweetness in her face have me ready to pop after five minutes.

I flip over and I see that she knows exactly what she's doing. Her nipples are poking through her tight t-shirt and I touch them lightly and she builds her rhythm again, brings me within seconds of coming...and then eases off...before starting again...and easing off.

This kid has some biceps, I think, as she finally lets me have what I came for and she keeps stroking away until I explode and slowly melt into a puddle on the table.

A cool Sunday night in September. I spend an hour (the first of several to come) with Amy (#2) a pretty spinner in her late 20's with an absolutely perfect heart-shaped ass. She walks all over my back with her tiny feet, making expert use of her incredibly powerful legs. As the hour ticks away I begin to worry that she won't finish the job, but before I have time to think it through, her shirt is up, her bra is open and I've got her beautiful A cups with their pencil-eraser nipples in my paws and I'm erupting.

Then there was my time with Jenny (#8) a slow-eyed beauty. The bad disc in my neck was acting up and I needed help. She kept me on the table for 90 minutes, running her hands over every inch of my body, finding pressure points and knotted muscles I didn't even know were there and working them out. I was ready to jump off the table and do push ups by the end, but then the hand job began and 15 minutes later I almost had to be wheeled out of there, I was so relaxed.

And then there's Wendy (#5), thicker and older than the others with a commanding presence and piercing eyes. After a hard, fast moving rub including the best foot massage I have ever experienced she dimmed the lights and whispered that I could "be her husband for an hour" before pulling up her shirt and pulling down her shorts. She ran her fluttering tongue over my chest, then my balls, then my cock, which responded as expected. Wendy stuck one breast in my mouth before grabbing my left hand and planting it on her other breast and then pulling my right hand onto her moist pussy.

Naturally, that was enough to make me come with very little further ado.

Afterwards, Wendy handed me a card on which she'd written her cell number and "Wendy #5." I was very careful to hold onto it and to call ahead for her special level of service when needed.

Great memories. Great place. Each time out the price tag was $45 for the house and 40 for the girl...50 for Wendy and her magic tongue...and an extra 20 to the house for the 90 minute session with Jenny.

The click of my heels on the sidewalk echoes like a nightstick tapping a wall. Thousand Hands...Lily...what could it mean? I've been up and down Grand Street a thousand times. I've been oiled more than the squeaky wheel on a baby carriage. And I've never met a "Lily" on Grand or been anywhere near anything called "Thousand Hands."

Pacing westward I let myself wander as I ponder the pieces of my puzzle. Peripherally, I clock the word "Thousand" on a sign and turn. Thousand year egg. Shit. What looks familiar about the sign? My head is swimming with echoes and vague whispers. I remember something a rub junkie who calls himself Tiger told me...the girls at Relaxing Spa used to be another place. Fortuna, it was called...the favorite there was a girl with big D cups named...Lily.

I turn on my heels and double-time it back to Grand. "Thousand" yeah, that was it. The awning over "Relaxing Spa" had characters I didn't understand. Thousand year egg... same first character. 千 Thousand.

Lily...Fortuna. Tiger had told me Lily's phone number. I shuffled the cards in my head...where was it?

I find myself across the street from Relaxing Spa in front of Good Luck Accupressure, and I pick up their flyer. The word "hand" jumps out at me from the text and there is the matching character. Putting one plus one together...thousand hands... 千手 … The awning over my favorite place. There it is.

Then it all clicks. Lily's phone number...same as Wendy's. Thousand hands...same as Relaxing Palace.

I pull out my phone to call Jackie Hand but I stop myself...and I cross the street and walk in the door. I'll call Jackie soon enough...he can have his rub after I finish mine.


212-965-1906

 

[Pompal 09.]

keep in mind, I think some of the girls only cut hair.

yes I agree with kingotis...u can point fingers but all of the girls there are give a range from good to great massages. The rest is YMMV type deal and personality. I don't even request a particular # since its quality is almost guaranteed. I have yet to find a place comparable to this in terms of value & quality.

 

[Kithara]

Yes. Or you can walk in and point to the one you like...

Trying to figure out the names and numbers generally serves the purpose of trying to establish what's available from whom and who's better at what...On the other hand, these girls all give a good hard massage and HE and generally not much more than that...

In any case, highly recommended...after six visits with 4 different girls I have not been disappointed once.

 

[Question Man]

Couldn't you ask for the girl by name? This place seems like the reincarnation of 405 Bway. I will have to check it out the next time I'm in c-town for dim sum.

 

[zlvfrwtc]

Cell phone number ends in "1" - bingo. Sounds like "lily" and "wendy" are the same...and "Wendy" told me she was #5, as apparently Lily told you...

 

[------ -]

I wonder if wendy #9 is really same as Lily#5? It really sounds like the same person. Does her cell end in a #1? she is very agressively friendly, she encourages me to go for 2 or 3 pops.

I hope I get this jenny8, coco and amy....i have yet gotten any of them or not sure since the numbers seem to be shifting around. There is one that steps on your back a while back which I really had a great time once. This place is definately rock solid massage skills with shower to get rid of some of the oil which is why I keep on coming back.

 

[Infogenerve]

Re-reading some of these posts, the reference to poor management of traffic and seeing dudes in towels suddenly reminded me of the time I was there pretty late - certainly the last guy in the place...and I walked out of the massage stall and almost collided with the stocky, angry looking mamasan who had just taken a shower and was wearing only a towel. I'm not sure who it was worse for...me or her.

I also noticed there don't seem to be comments on "Jenny" / #8, who seems to me to do the best massage in the place - she has some kind of uncanny ability to find the places that hurt and devote attention to them. Great tits, pretty face, outstanding hand job. She may be the best in the place overall, and that's no mean feat.

 

[Prettyboy Nate]

Lisa, Amy and Coco are the attractive young ones here.

Wendy is the horny not very attractive one who goes the extra mile for the 40 or 50 and sort of demands that you go there with her.

The thing that amazes me is that every one of them really does give a very credible massage. Not the best you'll ever have, but very solid. And the fun part is uniformly nice.

I think the locker numbers are the girls' numbers generally but not always. They seem to have numbers up to 12 but there arent 12 lockers.

Oh and...no idea why, but Wendy seems to have the privilege of letting you hang your clothes in your stall which for me is fine...If you think someone's gonna rifle through your pockets while you shower I guess you wouldn't go there...but I've never had anything like that happen anywhere and I've been to WAY sleazier places. This place isn't sleazy at all, in fact.

 

[Samantha Harvey]

saw #3 lisa not long ago. I think in history, this maybe the 3rd one named lisa at this place.

The good
Seems somewhat younger than others.
good height
top is nice

The bad
Since I look for quality massage first, she is below avg than the others. But acceptable compared to other places.
When it comes to touching, she plays some defense.
Can be a little standoffish. She is polite but I just don't feel any connection
Jackhammering hands which is a big turnoff.
think she is a clock watcher. Think clock started when I was showering which doesn't seem to be the case in my previous visits.

bottomline: not worthy of a repeat if given a choice.

Noteworthy: I am now thinking the locker number is same as the girls #.

 

[caydelay]

That sounds about right. I just cant get passed her aggression and fat. Anybody else.. Maybe. She's usually happy with .40.
I still like Lisa and Coco. Havent seen any other younger decents there. Too bad that my two fav wont let me out my mouth on those puppies. Just sometimes..