So I venture downtown for one of the rare occasions this past weekend to wander around and enjoy the scenery that the nice weather brings out. Well, there was so much scenery, that I started to get the need for a relaxing relieving massage. I pick up one of those free weekly newspapers that are full of ads to see what's around where I am. I stumble onto Toronto Health Spa that's just a couple of blocks from where I am. What the heck, I'll give it a shot.
I go in a very non-discreet door right out on the street, and proceed to climb the steep and very narrow stairway. Once inside, the place improves considerably. The receptionist gives me the talk and I'm in for a $50 half hour and she has no change for my three twenties. She says just tell the girl there's ten for here at the front. Strike one, but not a deal breaker. I go into the lounge and wait for the presentation of three girls. Sorry, but I only remember the name of the one I chose. Leona, or something like that. A tiny and slim Mexican girl that looks like a bundle of energy. Off I go to her room and undress to shower. She tells me there's no hot water. The receptionist could have mentioned this when I specifically asked if they had showers. Strike two.
Leona starts the "massage" and I use the term loosely. She basically feather touched my back from my neck to the top of my butt for a few minutes. Strike three. The conversation was somewhat limited as I found her accent a bit hard to understand, but I wasn't really there for the conversation, although it sometimes helps the rapport and earns extra treats.
She asks if I want to flip over. Sure. She asks what I want. i ask how things work here. she gives me some crazy prices - including 140 for a BS. By this time, I'm even more in need of relief than when I first came in, so I get sucked in for the 140 BS. Strike three. I even offer to pay her up front because she doesn't know me to show her I'm not going to rip her off or try to take off without paying. She takes the cash, but not even a thank you. This BS was total BS. She did not even get up on the table with me. Strike four. As I gently carressed her butt and back, I slid my hand down betwen her legs from behind and the gate immediately closed. Strike five. All the while she was giving me a mechanical hj and she asks if I like her hands. I say sure, but I like the rest of yor body better. That got lost in the translation and she just kept on pumping. Strike six. She finished me off and tossed me two mini facecloths to clean myself up. Strike seven. At least a warm towel and a good cleaning by the lady, oh yeah, there was no hot water. That also meant no second shower. Strike eight.
So I get dressed and head back to the reception hoping to at least get my ten bucks back from the entrance fee and to tell the receptionist how I was less than thrilled with the experience. Guess what , she's nowhere to be found. Strike nine. So I'm not one to cause a scene or anything, I just chalk it up to experience. My way of "complaining" is to simply post my thoughts here for the Toronto Massage community to see and I will never go back there with my money. Simple solution.
HG Hunter
I go in a very non-discreet door right out on the street, and proceed to climb the steep and very narrow stairway. Once inside, the place improves considerably. The receptionist gives me the talk and I'm in for a $50 half hour and she has no change for my three twenties. She says just tell the girl there's ten for here at the front. Strike one, but not a deal breaker. I go into the lounge and wait for the presentation of three girls. Sorry, but I only remember the name of the one I chose. Leona, or something like that. A tiny and slim Mexican girl that looks like a bundle of energy. Off I go to her room and undress to shower. She tells me there's no hot water. The receptionist could have mentioned this when I specifically asked if they had showers. Strike two.
Leona starts the "massage" and I use the term loosely. She basically feather touched my back from my neck to the top of my butt for a few minutes. Strike three. The conversation was somewhat limited as I found her accent a bit hard to understand, but I wasn't really there for the conversation, although it sometimes helps the rapport and earns extra treats.
She asks if I want to flip over. Sure. She asks what I want. i ask how things work here. she gives me some crazy prices - including 140 for a BS. By this time, I'm even more in need of relief than when I first came in, so I get sucked in for the 140 BS. Strike three. I even offer to pay her up front because she doesn't know me to show her I'm not going to rip her off or try to take off without paying. She takes the cash, but not even a thank you. This BS was total BS. She did not even get up on the table with me. Strike four. As I gently carressed her butt and back, I slid my hand down betwen her legs from behind and the gate immediately closed. Strike five. All the while she was giving me a mechanical hj and she asks if I like her hands. I say sure, but I like the rest of yor body better. That got lost in the translation and she just kept on pumping. Strike six. She finished me off and tossed me two mini facecloths to clean myself up. Strike seven. At least a warm towel and a good cleaning by the lady, oh yeah, there was no hot water. That also meant no second shower. Strike eight.
So I get dressed and head back to the reception hoping to at least get my ten bucks back from the entrance fee and to tell the receptionist how I was less than thrilled with the experience. Guess what , she's nowhere to be found. Strike nine. So I'm not one to cause a scene or anything, I just chalk it up to experience. My way of "complaining" is to simply post my thoughts here for the Toronto Massage community to see and I will never go back there with my money. Simple solution.
HG Hunter