Nika – Rabbit Hall

Only two reviews before ordering, then a third. Based on the photos and descriptions from colleagues before me, she was exactly my type. Nika from Rabbit Hall. This was my first trip outside of Candyland, so I was a bit anxious about the logistics. I set off early, as I suspected parking would be tricky. I managed to find a spot and arrived at Rabbit Hall fifteen minutes early. The street door was open, so I scoped out the area and waited at the top of the stairs. A small, unattractive Vietnamese guy came in behind me and asked, “Girls?” I pointed him downstairs and felt sorry for the masseuse who would have to deal with him. I sat on the stairs, looking at my phone. The guy came back up, making circular motions with his hands (as if massaging) and said, “Just massages… crap!” He must have mistaken the place for somewhere he could get more than a “tweezer” treatment. Two more clients came out from downstairs. Oh well, it’s 26 past, I’m halfway there. I was about to ring the bell when the door opened on its own, revealing a rather attractive hostess. Slippers on, and off to the room. I was relieved to find a large shower there, so I wouldn’t have to run down the hallway with an erection wrapped in a towel. The digital clock opposite the bed read 28. It was a bit dim, so I turned on all the lights. I stripped down to my t-shirt and waited on the bed. She arrived exactly at 30. As usual, she looked completely different from what I had imagined. But really pretty. I helped her with the sheet. She stood in front of me, turned her back, and suddenly slipped her panties off from under her robe. Interesting approach. Then the robe, and finally a black corset. Ah, no mutual undressing like in Candyland, so I took off my clothes too. Without asking, she gestured for me to go to the shower, and before I could stammer anything, she was already adjusting the water. She was exactly as my colleague had described. The wow effect just from looking at her breasts. What a change from my last experience. Pretty, but somewhat serious. I hope no one upset her again?! Without a word, she pressed me against the wall and started showering me, immediately pressing those gorgeous, probably C-cup, breasts against me and reaching down with her hand. We washed each other, explored a bit… I wanted to try my favorite from-behind-between-the-cheeks move, but no… It wasn’t bad, but a Candyland shower is a Candyland shower. Everything else is hard to compare. Then onto the bed, she ordered me on my stomach, which I didn’t really want to do and planned to skip entirely, but she commanded it so uncompromisingly with the appropriate gesture that I complied. Then exactly as described before—mechanical, following the “lubrication plan.” Legs, calves, Achilles tendons. Like a well-tuned machine. Without words, eyes closed. The views were fantastic, and the breast massage was equally so. But down there, nothing. What was killer was her breathing in my ear. At one point, she put her cheek to mine and… I don’t know how to describe it… she breathed, purred… something like a lioness growling before she bites your dick off. I got goosebumps. You can’t explain it; you have to experience it…

At 50, she commanded a turn. Without words, still so serious. After that, of course, nothing down there. She looked at the “limp one” and then at me. A nearly murderous look, as if to say, “WTF, and what is this supposed to be?” I just shrugged—what did you expect after such a serious introduction? She brutally poured oil on it, ran her hand over it, and mounted the horse. Then thigh between the legs and a proper slide. Finally, I had those beautiful “melons” right in front of my nose. She immediately shoved one into my mouth. I didn’t hesitate and started working on it. She clearly liked it and started moaning a bit. I could have stopped, but she didn’t allow it, and there was nowhere to move… Okay, enough jokes, this won’t work, it’s time to take the reins. I embraced her and playfully flipped her onto her back. She was quite surprised. I grabbed her wrists and put her hands in a “I surrender” position and held them there so she’d understand to leave them. Slowly…

Quickly to the shower, a fast clean-up, and a lover’s cuddle with a few mini kisses. While dressing, we finally exchanged a few words, and I think I understood why the “mechanical” start. Seven hours of shifts, someone every hour. It’s strange that with such a packed schedule, she only has three reviews. So I think she has this work routine down as a form of self-defense. Some girls don’t have it easy.

When arranging a follow-up for next time, she smiled, saying even 90 minutes might be too short for my plan, that it would be better for two or three hours, or that I could book her for the whole shift. I might have to break the bank.

She escorted me to the hallway to make sure I didn’t run into anyone. I hugged, kissed her, and dashed off. She asked where I was going, that she was coming with me to the door. Another hug, some whispers, kisses—damn, my wife would kill me, because the last time I said goodbye like this was about 30 years ago.

Well… the only saving grace is that a paid kiss at Rabbit Hall costs a grand. That’s sufficient “contraception”… although…

A repeat is more than clear because…
Conclusion: A beautiful girl, luxurious figure, skilled at her craft, may seem a bit serious at first, but only until you win her over, so it’s a great challenge. And if you succeed, I bet you’ll want her at home… Actually, what am I saying, no one go to her because then I won’t get back to her again…

admin edit: Nika – Rabbit Hall
Massage – 60min pussycat
Duration – exactly 60 min – door to room, room
Price – 2600,-