The timing and availability of the masseuses aligned perfectly with my desire to try the highly praised Charlotte this time. Booking, confirmation, arrival, and the offer of a drink at the bar – it was all smooth and hassle-free, just as expected.
Charlotte arrives and gives me a rather reserved look. Well, let’s see how this goes. We head to a room next to the bar. She asks what kind of massage I’d like. I inquire if she has a favorite. Her cool response is, “I don’t care.” So, I opt for the B2B. I head to the shower alone (which I don’t mind, as I like to quickly wash off the day myself) while she steps out to grab something and promises to join me. She seemed to be gone a bit longer than expected, but she returned. In the shower, she asks how many times. I joke, “Three times.” “Well, that’s hardly possible in an hour, right?” I get a bit of a scolding there. But I’m brave and already naked, so we proceed. She takes over, and in a kneeling position, the first round is over quickly.
She instructs me to lie down. I smile and ask, “Do I have to lie on my stomach?” “Well, first comes relaxation, right?” I’m not trying to be funny at all costs, nor am I an unattractive person. But this cold approach is a first for me. So, I figure she probably just didn’t like me. Well, that can happen.
The massage on my stomach is pleasant; it’s the “Candy” routine with all the trimmings, including some nice views. So, I rate this part positively. Compared to others, she uses her (very attractive) backside less for the massage. After the turn, more than just my position seems to change—I’m referring to her mood, as she suddenly looks at me quite nicely and even smiles at times. She uses her whole body for the massage, allowing my hands to rest wherever they may land on her lovely body, but the entire routine is quite dynamic, so there’s no lingering touch on any one spot. It’s worth mentioning that until this experience, I hadn’t realized how varied thigh massages could be. She pays attention to my friend, who is standing at attention shortly after the turn and stays that way until the end, which we are slowly approaching. The finale is in a 69 position with a nice view and my hands on her backside.
I can’t help but ask during the final “rest” what was wrong at the beginning. She gives an honest answer that it wasn’t me, but her and her mood. She admitted she was hoping I wouldn’t show up (not me specifically, but that the “booked customer” wouldn’t arrive). Well, I did show up, and I got a not-so-great start, leaving me worried about how it would proceed.
The massage itself was among the better ones. But the initial experience leads me to rate it as average compared to the overall impression of other massages I’ve had.
B2B, one hour, 2000
