Monika – Rabbit Hall

And here’s another Monika. But this year, for the third time, I got burned (and hopefully, that’s enough). That’s what happens when two chosen masseuses fall ill on the same day, and I stubbornly insist on getting a massage, even though everything suggested I should have just given up that day.

At Rabbit Hall, I try multiple selected masseuses at the last minute, but none are available. The operator eventually sends me a short list of masseuses who are still available, so I choose Monika, even though I knew she wasn’t exactly my type (duck face), but I remembered some positive reviews and that she’s a MILF with natural breasts, a great body, and maybe some “dirty talk.” I thought I’d try something new/different.

First off, age 30?! Why? “And who does that benefit, huh?” Certainly not the masseuse. I felt cheated right at the door, a feeling I couldn’t shake off. So, age with a margin of error ±. It’s not about the actual age for me; it’s about the actual deception. I tell myself, okay. But the greeting was like a cold, sullen fish. After being led to the room, she orders me where to undress and runs off for a drink.

I sigh loudly, roll my eyes, and give myself a proper facepalm. For the first time, I consider leaving, but I don’t have the guts. Yes, she made that kind of impression on me right from the start. Upon her return, I opt for the cheapest massage and feel like Monika is now rolling her eyes. We just didn’t click.

She leads me to the shower, where I wash myself; she doesn’t offer a joint one. She leaves the room again to get oil, something she could have done during my shower. Her communication is like that of a pissed-off older maintained sexy bartender with a deep neckline, trying to be nice while pouring a drink so you’ll stay and tip, but she’s dealt with too many sleazy guys.

She chews gum during the massage. She’s a pro. On my stomach, I received probably the best quality sports massage of my whole body I’ve ever experienced in an erotic salon. Yes, it was really good, hard, and long. Then some B2B, but GFE—what’s the opposite of GFE? EX-WE? Something that cold. When I start to stroke her hand, she lifts it; when I place my hand on hers, she moves it. She positions herself and spreads her legs toward the wall where there’s no mirror, and when turning towards the mirror, she keeps her thighs tightly together so I can’t see anything. She makes it clear she won’t profit from me.

She orders me to turn over, and I see her sexy butt, which is truly beautiful and luxurious for her age. Her breasts are nice too, larger C-cups that are already succumbing to gravity, but that’s natural. Overall, her body is flawless. Beautiful. Monika doesn’t even look at me and starts with B2B, with her butt within reach. She starts to moan a bit. She massages me with her butt, allowing me to touch her breasts a little.

Barely 10 minutes after turning over, she moves between my knees, sits with her legs spread (but again, so I can’t see anything), and with closed eyes, she gives me a pretty decent short massage. But soon, Monika lifts up a bit, and a brutal handjob follows. My penis starts to hurt. Monika doesn’t plan on prolonging anything; I grab her breast and imagine another woman. I want to get this ordeal over with as soon as possible. After ejaculation, Monika continues at a fast pace, which ruins the climax even more. I close my eyes instead and can’t imagine a final cuddle with this ice queen. Of course, Monika doesn’t even consider it.

After a brief caress and wipe-down, she “wakes me up,” suddenly smiling like a best friend and invites me to the shower. There, she asks me all sorts of questions with feigned interest. Her tone is now more pleasant, and she gives me a thorough wash. With a smile, she offers me another drink and bottled water. So I wait.

In my head, I’m thinking, Monika, it’s too late for this, you can’t fix it now. She just wanted to stall me and end on a good note. I’m not stupid, not that much. I leave the place after 55 minutes, so there’s also a time rip-off as a rotten cherry on the cake that fell under the table in spilled drinks. You could argue that I behaved inappropriately or disgusted her somehow, but I really have no idea how or when.

The only positives: a sexy tanned natural body, a full-body sports massage, plenty of fluids.

After the masseuse xP explained the different types of massages at RH, I realized that Monika essentially fulfilled the content of this type of massage, so from this perspective, I should give it a but with the atmosphere, aloofness, GFE -1, approach, time, and age deception, I rate it I felt like I was bothering her, and that’s bad. And I’ll never choose the erotic mix again.

Erotic mix 60 minutes 1800 CZK.