Eden Spa is 51 Elm Street (Elm & Bay). Went hoping Holly might be working, but as she wasn't, and I was (shall I say) "already in the mood", I asked to see the available attendants.
Selma was seemed the cutest, leanest and youngest, so off we went.
First, a word about the spa: there's no reason to go here unless you happen to be stuck downtown (as I was), or you're trying to see someone in particular (Holly, of course, or I've read Ella and Kelly are good as well). It's not quite a complete dump, but for the prices (same as leading places) it really should be more appealing. In-room showers, but nothing but a thin sheet between you and Lord-knows-what-else. Girls don't appear to shower at all (any time that I've visited), although I'm told that they have a shower somewhere else. Selma certainly didn't shower before, and left dressed but not showered, although of course she may have undressed and showered after I left (unlikely, but possible).
Selma is mid-twenties, Indian descent or something like it. Hairy (but neat) bush for those who like that, but you're not getting anywhere near it so I'm not sure it makes any difference.
Bit of a self-professed Domme streak, though I couldn't coax anything more out of her than a weak slap.
High point: her negotiating $40 extra for a Russian while I was already somewhat incapable of rational thought, making the total outlay $180 for a 30 minute BS. Could be just me, but for that money I'd rather have Holly give my crotch a squeeze in the hallway. Fuck, that woman's hot! Even at the new increased volume... but I digress.
Sorry, here... trying to find good things to say. Her release technique was that sort of "choking a chicken" grip that makes you wonder whether or not anything will actually force its way through the checkpoint or be forced to return to base and await further orders. Wait, wait - that's not good. Let me think...
She's actually got a pretty good personality, and you'd probably kind of enjoy being with her outside of the spa. As long as things stayed vertical. There, that's pretty good, right?
Selma was seemed the cutest, leanest and youngest, so off we went.
First, a word about the spa: there's no reason to go here unless you happen to be stuck downtown (as I was), or you're trying to see someone in particular (Holly, of course, or I've read Ella and Kelly are good as well). It's not quite a complete dump, but for the prices (same as leading places) it really should be more appealing. In-room showers, but nothing but a thin sheet between you and Lord-knows-what-else. Girls don't appear to shower at all (any time that I've visited), although I'm told that they have a shower somewhere else. Selma certainly didn't shower before, and left dressed but not showered, although of course she may have undressed and showered after I left (unlikely, but possible).
Selma is mid-twenties, Indian descent or something like it. Hairy (but neat) bush for those who like that, but you're not getting anywhere near it so I'm not sure it makes any difference.
Bit of a self-professed Domme streak, though I couldn't coax anything more out of her than a weak slap.
High point: her negotiating $40 extra for a Russian while I was already somewhat incapable of rational thought, making the total outlay $180 for a 30 minute BS. Could be just me, but for that money I'd rather have Holly give my crotch a squeeze in the hallway. Fuck, that woman's hot! Even at the new increased volume... but I digress.
Sorry, here... trying to find good things to say. Her release technique was that sort of "choking a chicken" grip that makes you wonder whether or not anything will actually force its way through the checkpoint or be forced to return to base and await further orders. Wait, wait - that's not good. Let me think...
She's actually got a pretty good personality, and you'd probably kind of enjoy being with her outside of the spa. As long as things stayed vertical. There, that's pretty good, right?