sadhopeless
01-03-2002, 02:08 PM
Well, I happened to be in Mamaroneck today and decided to stop in at a couple of the spots. The first was the Brazilian joint (with satellite locations in Yonkers and Mt. Vernon) where I first encountered the wonderfully top-heavy and playful Pamela a couple of years ago. When I entered I asked for Pamela and was told that she'd long-since retired (I was actually aware of that, but wanted to discreetly give them an idea of what sort of girl I was seeking). Then I got blatant and asked for a busty girl. The girl at the desk was sort of pear-shaped, though cute, and I don't think she was working anyway. She summoned the only other woman there who popped out from her room to show us that she was decidedly not buxom enough for me. She was sort of horse-faced anyway. I thanked them for their time then headed a couple blocks over to an AMP (NOT Shiatsu on M'k Ave which does not seem to be in the HR business anymore--and all the women there are on the old, unattractive side).
When I got to the AMP, a cute lady with firm B/C's tucked into a form-fitting red dress opened the door and led me into a room. She took the money and was promptly replaced by an ugly woman with a paunch. I wanted to cry bait-and-switch and even asked the mamasan if she would stay herself for an extra $20. She politely declined and promised me that the unattractive one would give me "good massage." Well, she didn't. After a no-privates-contact table shower, she took me the room and made it clear from her body language that she suspected I was LE. She even covered my handle with some sort of paper doilie on the flip and later made me take out my employee identification. Then she started this absolutely awful rub that was getting me nowhere.
After a minute of this, I decided to cut my losses, save my spunk and try again elsewhere--perhaps in the City. I had her stop; thanked her; handed her a Benjamin and started to dress. The whole time she stood by me sort of awkwardly and then started this little dance. She asked if I could tell that she was a professional dancer (I couldn't) and informed me that she used to be a stripper. Then she intimated that next time would be better, that she'd give me massage for "long time." I smiled and tried to be polite, but at that point I was feeling frustrated at Westchester's decided lack of attractive, busty or competent providers or erotic masseuses. This latest disappointment told me her name was "Kathy" and as I left she kept grabbing my hand and rubbing it around her paunch. Ugh.
Darae over in Elmsford has let me down only once and that was when my masseuse turned out to have very fine, very long armpit hair. (Shudder.) Up the street from Darae there's Mazz which I've tried twice and didn't like either time. If any of you guys ever get to Westchester, stick with either Darae or that new joint (Hispanic) in the Central Ave/Tuckahoe Rd area.
When I got to the AMP, a cute lady with firm B/C's tucked into a form-fitting red dress opened the door and led me into a room. She took the money and was promptly replaced by an ugly woman with a paunch. I wanted to cry bait-and-switch and even asked the mamasan if she would stay herself for an extra $20. She politely declined and promised me that the unattractive one would give me "good massage." Well, she didn't. After a no-privates-contact table shower, she took me the room and made it clear from her body language that she suspected I was LE. She even covered my handle with some sort of paper doilie on the flip and later made me take out my employee identification. Then she started this absolutely awful rub that was getting me nowhere.
After a minute of this, I decided to cut my losses, save my spunk and try again elsewhere--perhaps in the City. I had her stop; thanked her; handed her a Benjamin and started to dress. The whole time she stood by me sort of awkwardly and then started this little dance. She asked if I could tell that she was a professional dancer (I couldn't) and informed me that she used to be a stripper. Then she intimated that next time would be better, that she'd give me massage for "long time." I smiled and tried to be polite, but at that point I was feeling frustrated at Westchester's decided lack of attractive, busty or competent providers or erotic masseuses. This latest disappointment told me her name was "Kathy" and as I left she kept grabbing my hand and rubbing it around her paunch. Ugh.
Darae over in Elmsford has let me down only once and that was when my masseuse turned out to have very fine, very long armpit hair. (Shudder.) Up the street from Darae there's Mazz which I've tried twice and didn't like either time. If any of you guys ever get to Westchester, stick with either Darae or that new joint (Hispanic) in the Central Ave/Tuckahoe Rd area.