It started off really promising. When I arrived, a car load of really hot girls just happened to pull up in front and enter the spa before me. Right away there's a brunette for massive boobs that hoped is Blair, with whom I've booked with. I was pretty early, but the receptionist said she could be right with me because she had a cancellation just before. Great!
I'm taken to the room and instructed to shower. It's really clean. The place isn't by any stretch glamorous, like a Premier Spa. But it is definitely clean and fresh looking.
I have my shower. Seconds after I exit, in comes the aforementioned huge titted girl. She's smoking hot. Slightly darker complexion than I expected. No accent to speak of. Nice fake boobs. Did I mention she's hot?
She offers to get started with the massage, which I agree to. As I'm climbing into the table she asks if I want any extras, which I decline. I tell her a little bit about my fake boob fetish. I like bringing that up, because with the right girls they really indulge me with that. I thought you was going to, because right away she's like “oh you wish I had bigger boobs?” To which I say, yes. Although I do admit her that they are perfect. Like, they are big for her. Definitely too large to be mistaken for natural without being massive. They're great size actually. But we both agree, the fetishist in me would love it if they're even bigger, a lot bigger. I was so glad that she was picking up on my fetish and thought she was going to continue on this train. Sadly, this is the last one we ever speak of them. Well, I tried to engage a little more, but clearly she's no roleplayer.
She's quite aggressive with an HJ. I'm aware of the scent of cigarettes. I ask her to slow down a few times. Then I ask for her boobs in my face again. That's fun. Turns out, they're only 400cc’s - I would have guessed bigger. But, she is quite petite. They're pretty firm, which was just what I wanted tonight.
After a few more minutes we're back to the jackhammering, while rubbing the boobs and I lose it. I notice it's only 10:30. My appointment was booked for 10:30. Huh.
Next thing I know she's motioning me to clean up, hands me a wet paper towel. Yes, a wet paper towel. I shower, then she showers. I tried to instigate a little small talk, but she wasn't really biting. We hug awkwardly. And then I left.
As I am walk back to the York University Subway Station, I start composing this. It's probably a ten minute walk. I'm now at the station, typing this very sentence and the time is now 43 minutes since I entered that massage room. I know this for sure because I checked the time of a missed incoming received just before I started to undress. It really felt in-and-out. Nothing felt personal.
I am a less satisfied person now than I was an hour ago. All week I've been wanting to book with Nina at Pure, and for one reason or another it hasn't happened. Based on what I've read and what I saw the website, I thought Blair was going to be a great option. Alas, not my cup of tea. What really stings is that I don't know when the next occasion I'll have to visit an MPA. That's why I take the time to write these wordy reviews because I know how much I value reading others. Reviews are really important to me because of the rarity I get to partake - so choosing wisely is so so so valuable.
All in all, she's super hot, very nice. But we just didn't jive. I have a feeling that she's the perfect cup of tea for someone else.